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Amanda’s BBC Adventure (Lewd.Katie44 x Frost1111)

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Amanda woke up to the soft glow of morning light filtering through her bedroom window. Her husband, already up and out, had left the house quiet and still. She stretched languidly, her lithe body arching beneath the thin cotton of her tank top. The fabric clung to her curves, outlining every inch of her toned frame. With a playful smirk, she decided to start her day as she always did—with a run that would leave her neighbors breathless.

She slipped into her favorite pair of running shorts, the ones that barely grazed her upper thighs. The tight, black fabric accentuated her long legs and firm buttocks. Her tank top, a thin, white strap that hugged her breasts, completed the ensemble. No underwear, of course. Amanda loved the freedom, the way the cool morning air kissed her skin.

As she laced up her running shoes, Amanda glanced at the mirror. Her light hair, pulled back into a messy ponytail, framed her fair skin and bright eyes. She smiled at her reflection, a glint of mischief in her gaze. Today, like every other day, was a new opportunity to spice up her mundane existence.

Stepping out of her house, Amanda felt the crisp morning air against her skin. The sun was just beginning to rise, casting a warm glow over the quiet neighborhood. She started her jog, her steps light and quick. As she approached her neighbor's house, she couldn't help but glance over. The house, a modern two-story with large windows, was always a sight to behold. And so was her neighbor, who often watched her from the window.

Amanda increased her pace, her breaths coming in quick gasps. She could feel the eyes on her, and it sent a thrill down her spine. The thought of being watched, of being desired, was intoxicating. She loved the way her body moved, the way her muscles flexed with each stride. Her tank top clung to her sweaty skin, and her shorts rode up, barely covering her ass.

Reaching the end of the street, Amanda turned around and headed back. As she passed her neighbor's house again, she slowed her pace, allowing herself a moment to savor the attention. She could almost feel his gaze, hot and heavy, on her body. It was a game, one she played every morning, and it never got old.

Back home, Amanda stretched out on her front lawn, her body glistening with sweat. She arched her back, feeling the pull in her muscles. Her shorts rode up even higher, and her tank top rode down, revealing the swell of her breasts. She stretched her legs, her arms, her back, each movement deliberate and seductive.

As she finished her stretches, Amanda stood up, her body aching in the best way possible. She glanced over at her neighbor's house one last time, a small smile playing on her lips. Another day, another chance to feel alive. She headed inside, already looking forward to her next run, her next stretch, her next thrill. Her husband, with his predictable routines and lackluster passion, was but a distant thought. For Amanda, the world was full of possibilities, and she was determined to explore every single one of them.
 
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Jackson loved how she felt. He loved that her pussy milked him for every last drop that his balls could give. He loved how sensitive she was and how much she begged for him to fill her. It showed a willingness and a shift in her personality. It showed that she wanted this as much as he did and that meant he might be able to Implement more when he trained her as a proper snow bunny. Jackson leans so that his lips were dangerously close to her ear as she was panting and trying her best to recover from the intense fucking that he gave her. He's full weight on her and pinning her to the table. His balls resting against her clit that were clenching and twitching as the last of his orgasm subsided.

"Now I have marked you. We both know you're no longer the woman that entered this house. Your mine. No longer are you your husband's. You may wear his ring but you're not his woman anymore." He said growling as he turned her head into another deep kiss. Her own phone went off with a text saying that her husband likely would be late because he was catching up on some work. That he didn't want her to wait up for him. That was fine with Jackson because it meant he could spend more time with amanda. That today was the beginning of a delicious Awakening of a relationship between the two of them and he was going to enjoy taking her behind her husband's back as often as he could.

'"Seems your husband is going to be late tonight. Consider it ever preve. After all I'm going to be working a much harder so that I can make more time for me to enjoy you. Allow me to show you some of the benefits. Tonight I want to take you out to dinner. Think of it as me showing you off to the world that you're my snow bunny now." He said wondering if they thought of being on Jackson's arm in public would turn her on and entice her to be even more naughty for him or if she would suddenly worry about consequences of being caught.

After all there were people in the city who were friends with her and her husband. Of course the likelihood that they would run into those people was low. Especially if Jackson took her to a place that none of them could afford. But the choice ultimately was with her as he wasn't going to force her come along. She still had some choice in the matter.
 
Amanda's mind was a whirlwind of sensations and emotions, her body still throbbing from the intense encounter with Jackson. Her pussy, swollen and gaping, oozed his cum, a constant reminder of their raw, primal connection. Bent over his marble counter, her naked body pressed against the cool stone, she could feel the imprint of his hand on the small of her back, a firm, possessive touch that sent shivers down her spine.

Her inner monologue was a chaotic mix of desire and apprehension. "Oh god, what have I done?" she thought, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "I can still feel him inside me, filling me completely." The sensation was intoxicating, a heady mix of pleasure and a sense of being utterly claimed. "He's marked me, made me his. I'm no longer the woman I was when I walked into this house."

The idea of going to dinner with him, of being on his arm in public, both thrilled and terrified her. "What will people think? What if we run into someone we know?" Her mind raced with scenarios, each one more tantalizing and frightening than the last. The thought of being his "snow bunny," a term that was both alluring and degrading, made her heart race. "Is this what I want? To be his, completely and utterly?"

Amanda's body still hummed with the afterglow of their encounter, her skin flushed and sensitive. She could feel Jackson's weight on her, his balls resting against her clit, a constant, tantalizing pressure. The sensation was almost too much to bear, a mix of pleasure and pain that left her dizzy and aching for more.

As he leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear, his voice low and growling, she felt a surge of primal desire. "You're mine now, Amanda. No longer your husband's." The words sent a shiver down her spine, a mix of fear and exhilaration. "What about people?" she wondered, her mind already spinning with the possibilities. "What about the consequences?" But in that moment, as he turned her head for another deep, demanding kiss, all she could think about was the promise of more, of being his completely.
 
Jackson love that she was such a willing participant. The way she kissed him back. She was very quiet and there was no rush to deny what he was asking of her. So when he broke the kiss he smiled. His eyes looking straight into hers as if he was staring into her soul.

"I'll take that as a yes. I think I've got to dress in mind for you. If you're a good girl I'll reward you with something to wear. Jewelry piece if you will." He said hoping to convince her that accepting his offer had its mass. But he didn't know was that it had been such a long time since anyone bought jewelry for her. Her husband and her barely went out these days let alone him being spontaneous and getting her something nice to wear for him. Jackson grind before shaking his head and slowly slipping out of her pussy so that she could feel every inch exiting out leaving her empty. The Emptiness was something he wanted her to focus on so that she fixate and crave to have that emptiness filled once again.

It was deliberate that he was going slow and finally when he popped out there was an audible wet sound doing just how much he dumped into her and how much of her juices coated his cock. "Now be a good girl and clean me with that mouth of yours. We will shower after that and then I can show you what you'll be wearing for me tonight." He said with a grin loving how he was taking control of her choices and seeing how she would react to those actions and words.
 
Amanda's mind raced as she leaned against the cool marble counter, her bare skin contrasting with the sleek surface. The internal conflict gnawed at her, a battle between loyalty and desire. She was married, but the allure of Jackson's big black cock was too tempting to resist. Her husband's touch had grown stale, and Jackson's promise of excitement and luxury had her yearning for more.

As Jackson slowly pulled out, Amanda's body ached with a mix of satisfaction and longing. Her pussy felt stretched and empty, twitching with each inch that left her. The sight of his flaccid yet massive cock, glistening with her juices, sent a shiver down her spine. She couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like again, what it would mean to be spoiled by someone who saw her as more than just a wife.

Sliding off the counter, Amanda's bare knees touched the cold floor. She knelt before Jackson, her hands trembling as they wrapped around his cock. Her tongue, wet and eager, traced the length of his shaft, coating him with her saliva. The taste of her own desire mixed with his, creating a heady cocktail of forbidden pleasure.

Jackson's eyes, intense and piercing, held hers captive. His promise of a dress and jewelry dangled before her like a carrot, a symbol of the excitement and attention she craved. Her husband rarely bought her gifts, let alone something as thoughtful and spontaneous as jewelry. The thought of being adorned by Jackson, of being his prized possession, sent a thrill through her.

As she continued to pleasure him, Amanda's thoughts swirled with a mix of guilt and exhilaration. She knew she was playing with fire, but the heat was intoxicating. Jackson's control over her choices, his dominance, was a turn-on she couldn't deny. She was a willing participant, ready to see where this dangerous path would lead.
 
Jackson could feel how eager she was as she began to clean him with her mouth. The way she looked up at him and the desire in her eyes made it clear that she was loving this as much as he was. "Does that cock taste good amend? The tastiest big cock you've ever had?" He asked as his hand moved to grip her hair while she pleasured him. His cock twitching each time he felt her tongue trace over his skin and he let out another groan as you could feel the blood rushing back to it.

She was definitely making it easy for him to stay hard and go again if he's so chose. But he wasn't ready for round two. Instead he wanted to give her a taste of what being with a real man could taste like. To find out that men could go many rounds if given the opportunity. Something that her husband had not been able to do in quite some time. His eyes looking into hers as if she was already his and in some ways he knew that was the reality now.

But he really could likely fuck her whenever he wanted she would gladly do so because of the fantasy and Adrenaline Rush she was getting from being with a black man. The thrill of being so thoroughly conquered that she would be unable to go back to the life she had. Why would she want to? He thought to himself before gripping his cock and tapping it against her lips. "Hmmmm your really good at this." He said praising her for her natural oral skills that she clearly possessed in his eyes.
 
Amanda knelt on the cool kitchen floor, her naked body pressed against Josh's legs as she gazed up at him with a mix of awe and desire. Her heart pounded in her chest, each beat echoing the intensity of her need. The taste of their combined juices on his cock was a heady blend of salt and sweet, a reminder of the passion they had just shared. She licked and sucked, her tongue tracing every inch of his thick, black shaft, savoring the sensation of him swelling in her mouth.

Her thoughts raced as she pleasured him, a whirlwind of desire and uncertainty. She wanted to take him deeper, to feel him hit the back of her throat, but the words eluded her. How could she ask for what she craved when he had mentioned taking a shower soon? The thought of him leaving her like this, unsatisfied and aching, was almost unbearable.

Josh's hand gripped her hair, guiding her movements, and she moaned around his cock, the vibration sending shivers down his length. His cock twitched under her ministrations, and she felt a surge of pride and power. She was doing this to him, making him hard and ready, and it fueled her own desire.

"Does that cock taste good amend? The tastiest big cock you've ever had?" His voice was low and teasing, and Amanda nodded, her mouth too full to speak. She looked up at him, her eyes pleading, hoping he could read the unspoken words in her gaze. She wanted more, needed more, and she prayed he could sense her desperation.

As he tapped his cock against her lips, Amanda felt a rush of anticipation. His praise, "Hmmmm your really good at this," sent a thrill through her, and she redoubled her efforts, determined to show him just how good she could be. She took him deeper, her lips stretching around his girth, and she swallowed, feeling him hit the back of her throat.

Her mind raced with fantasies of what could come next. Would he take her again, fuck her until she screamed his name? Or would he leave her here, kneeling and wanting, a tease of what could be? The thought of being conquered by him, of being unable to return to her old life, sent a shiver of excitement down her spine. She knew she was already his, body and soul, and the realization sent a wave of pleasure through her.

Amanda continued to service him, her mouth and hands working in tandem, her body aching with need. She hoped he could sense her desire, her willingness to do anything he asked. And as he groaned and his cock pulsed in her mouth, she knew she had given him pleasure, and that was enough—for now.
 
Jackson was enjoying himself. He could see the arousal in her eyes as she stared up at him and in the eagerness of her mouth. Truly she was gifted pleasuring her man and Jackson knew she was wasted on her husband. Because of this he made it clear to himself that he would do anything to take her away from her husband at all costs. That never again would she go without getting fucked proper like a woman should. His grip was still ever so tight on her hair. His breathing was deep and powerful.

"Hmmmm come Amanda. Its time to shower. If your good I will give you a second helping of the meat you so clearly love." He said as Jackson laid down the carrot knowing she would absolutely enjoy taking his stick. He also knew he was going to do things with her that her husband and she never did. He would likely need to find out about those things which was why the relaxing feeling of a shower often helped.


His eyes looked into hers and he hoped she would see the hunger within his gaze. To see that he was not done with her yet. That he only was taking her to shower so that he could enjoy her in the shower. Again it was his way of showing her that he and her husband were drastically different.
 
Amanda's heart raced as she knelt before Jackson, his massive, ebony cock glistening with her saliva. She felt a rush of exhilaration and satisfaction, knowing she had pleased him. The taste of him lingered on her tongue, a forbidden flavor that sent shivers down her spine. She looked up at him, her eyes wide with desire and submission, her breasts heaving with each breath, small beads of saliva caught in the hollow of her cleavage.

As she rose to her feet, Amanda reveled in the feeling of Jackson's gaze roaming over her naked body. It was as if he were a predator, and she, his prey. She delighted in this power dynamic, the thrill of being completely exposed and vulnerable to him. His eyes, dark and intense, seemed to caress every curve and contour, making her skin tingle with anticipation.

Her inner monologue was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions: guilt, excitement, and a deep-seated need to be possessed by him. She knew she was playing with fire, but the heat of her desire consumed all rational thought. Jackson's promise of a shower was both a relief and a tease. She could feel the warmth of the water already, the promise of more intimate pleasures to come.

Amanda nodded, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she agreed to his proposal. She was eager to explore the depths of her own desires, to be taken in ways she had never dared to imagine. As they moved towards the shower, she couldn't help but wonder what new heights of pleasure Jackson would take her to, knowing that whatever he had in store, she would willingly surrender to it all.
 
Jackson turned the water on as he glanced to Amanda on occasion to check her excitement level. The way she glowed seem to prove that she was enjoying herself just as much as he was and that confirmed that he had made the right choice. That she was indeed the woman he wanted and that she wanted him just as badly. Warm water cascaded over their bodies is he pulled her to him while closing the shower curtain.

His firm body was against her softer one showed the Stark difference between the two of them just as their skin color did. His eyes four down into hers as if he was looking into her soul and telling her that he now owned all that he gazed upon. His hands moved to grab the soap so that he could wash her while his questions would be answered.

"So tell me amanda. I know it's the best sex you've had but I am curious at the kinds of things you and your husband enjoyed. I wish to show you that they pale in comparison when I do them to you. And whatever things you two did not enjoy together I will be the one to have the privilege of claiming for myself. Jackson stated as his hand soaped up a cloth and began to apply to her body.

"So be honest with me. What's sexual acts did you and he partaken? Has he ever had your ass? Have you ever fucked in public where you could have been caught? Did you go out in public wearing nothing under a dress with the risk of exposing yourself? Did he use toys on you or tie you up? Did he cover your face in his smoke? Did he share you with anyone while the two of you fucked? Tell me all your dirty fantasies." Jackson stated as his smile remains firm and aloof as his hands work the soap over her skin.
 
Amanda stood there, her heart pounding in her chest, as the warm water from the shower cascaded over her bare skin. The sensation was both soothing and electrifying, heightened by the presence of Jackson, a man who was not her husband, yet here he was, standing naked beside her. His body, a stark contrast to hers, was firm and powerful, his dark skin glistening under the water. Her eyes traced the lines of his muscles, the definition of his abs, and her gaze finally settled on the impressive size of his cock. She felt a flutter of excitement and a twinge of nervousness, a mix of emotions that left her breathless.

As Jackson began to soap her body, his hands moved with a confidence that sent shivers down her spine. Each touch was deliberate, his fingers gliding over her skin with a precision that made her gasp. He knew just where to touch, his hands lingering on her erogenous zones, teasing and tantalizing. Her nipples hardened under his gentle caress, and a moan escaped her lips as he trailed his fingertips down her stomach, teasing the sensitive skin just above her pubic bone.

"Tell me, Amanda," he murmured, his voice low and commanding. "What kind of things did you and your husband enjoy?"

Amanda's mind raced, her thoughts a whirlwind of memories and emotions. "We... we had a good sex life," she started, her voice trembling. "But it was always the same. Safe. Predictable." She could feel the sadness and frustration welling up inside her, a deep-seated longing for something more. "He never explored... never really pushed my boundaries."

Jackson's hands continued their exploration, his touch both soothing and arousing. "Has he ever taken you from behind?" he asked, his fingers tracing the curve of her ass.

"No," she admitted, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and desire. "Never."

"Ever fucked in public?" His question was followed by a gentle squeeze of her ass, sending a jolt of pleasure through her body.

She shook her head. "No. Never."

"Did he ever use toys on you?" His hands moved to her front, his fingers brushing against her clit, making her gasp.

"No," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of the water. "He never did."

Jackson's questions were relentless, each one digging deeper into her past, revealing the voids in her sexual experiences. His touch, however, was a promise of fulfillment, a tease of what was to come. As he continued to wash her, his hands moving over her body with a familiarity that was both thrilling and unsettling, Amanda felt a surge of desire. She wanted this, wanted him. And as the water flowed over them, she knew that this encounter was just the beginning of a journey into a world of pleasure she had never known.
 
Jackson smiled as his touch was deliberate and yet soothing. He was coaxing answers out of her and relaxing her while at the same time teasing her with the pleasure that she craved most to come. To give her a promise fulfillment that her husband could never give her. He was deliberately causing a rift between her and her old life well showing her that a better life could be had. All she had to do was surrender to him completely and he would give her everything she ever craved. To teach her that there was more to sex than just the basic missionary. That he could eat her pussy, fuck her brains out, stretch her holes to the extreme, and ultimately give her kink filled sex life that she would only have dreamed about in the past. Jackson chuckled before slowly spinning her around so that her back was to him as he pressed enter and pulling her with his arms. Jackson set the soap aside before his hands move back down to snake between her thighs. His lips were close to her ear and he wondered how she reacted to his hot breath against the softness of her skin.

"By the time we're through there will not be an inch of your body that will not have succumb to me. I will claim every hole you have and I will use you in ways you never thought possible. By the time I'm done you will forget about your old sex life you'll crave the adventures we will have as if they are more important than anything else in your life. Because white girl you are mine. Will be unable to return to your old sex life. I will block you and make you a true Queen of Spades and a snow bunny. One who will succumb to my big black cock whenever I demand it. You will look forward to the moment that I tell you to drop those panties. You will dream of it and fantasize it every waking hour you have. Even when you're with your husband in bed you will think of me and how unfulfilled your sex life with him really is." He said as his fingers gently pinched her clit before his middle fingers slipped between her well lubricated lips and filling her again.

"Now this point forward you will call me Daddy. Do you understand amanda? You will never tell me no. You will do exactly as I say. If you understand then I want you to beg. Tell me exactly what you crave most I want to hear it from your lips as you denounce your marriage and toss it freely for the chance that's something more exciting." He said.
 
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Amanda stood under the cascading water, her body tingling with anticipation as Jackson's strong hands glided over her skin, the soap creating a silky lather that made her feel both clean and incredibly dirty. His touch was firm yet gentle, each movement deliberate, as if he were claiming every inch of her body as his own. She leaned into him, her breath hitching as his fingers traced the curve of her hips, her ass, and then moved upwards to cup her breasts. Her nipples hardened under his touch, and she bit her lip to suppress a moan, her mind racing with a mix of guilt and desire.

As the soap was discarded, Jackson's fingers found their way to her most intimate place, skimming over her delicate folds with a teasing touch that sent shivers down her spine. She gasped, her hips bucking involuntarily as he slipped two fingers inside her, curling them expertly to hit that perfect spot. Her inner muscles clenched around him, and she found herself riding his hand, her body craving more of the pleasure he was offering. Her mind was a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts, but all she could focus on was the sensation of his fingers moving in and out of her, the water cascading over her body, and the overwhelming need for more.

Through her haze of pleasure, she heard Jackson's voice, low and commanding, asking her to commit to him. The words almost slipped past her, but she managed to catch them, her breathless moans turning into a desperate plea. "Yes, Daddy," she gasped, her voice echoing in the shower. "I'm yours. Only yours. Please, own me. Claim me. I need you to show me what it means to be truly yours."

Jackson's touch was both soothing and teasing, coaxing answers out of her as he explored her body with a mix of dominance and care. She could feel the tension building within her, not just physically, but emotionally too. He was showing her a side of pleasure she had never experienced, a depth of connection that her husband had never been able to provide. With each stroke of his fingers, each whisper of his breath against her skin, she felt herself slipping further into his world, a place where she was his to command, his to pleasure, his to own.

As he spun her around, his hands snaking between her thighs once more, Amanda felt a rush of vulnerability and excitement. His voice was low and seductive, promising her a world of pleasure and adventure that she had never dared to dream of. She could feel the heat of his body against her back, the hardness of his erection pressing into her, and she knew that she was his, completely and utterly.

His words were a promise, a threat, and an invitation all rolled into one. He would claim every part of her, stretch her to her limits, and show her a world of kink and pleasure that would leave her craving more. She could already feel the pull, the need to surrender to him completely, to become his Queen of Spades, his snow bunny, his everything.

As his fingers slipped inside her again, Amanda let out a desperate moan, her body bucking against his hand. "Please, Daddy," she begged, her voice breaking with need. "I want it all. I want you to show me, to teach me, to own me. I'll do anything you ask. Just promise me you'll never let me go."

She knew she was crossing a line, one from which there was no return. But in that moment, under the hot spray of the shower, with Jackson's fingers deep inside her and his words echoing in her mind, she didn't care. She was his, and she would do anything to stay that way.
 
Jackson smile that she begged and her request wasn't unreasonable. She didn't want him to let her go. To be abandoned in her hour of need. He knew exactly what she was wanting and he knew that he could provide that without any effort at all. After all why would he discard her so willingly when she was the perfect cock sleeve for him. His fingers continued to rub and tease her sensitive folds while his middle finger pumped in and out of her greedy little hole. It was sucking on his digit like it's life was on the line and Jackson could appreciate that about her body. He loved how honest it was and that it wanted more and more.

"But of course. Did you really think I would discard you so quickly? I plan on keeping you is mine and I don't throw away what I desire most. You will be tested though. After all I'm going to be putting you in compromising positions that will risk your marriage often. If you want that pleasure that you are begging for so eagerly they're going to have to be willing you play along. Especially because your husband might find out eventually that you're my snow bunny. Even then you will remain mine." He said before kissing her neck and marking the soft skin with his teeth knowing that she'll have to cover it with makeup later. When he was done he again glanced down to her with a smile.

"And believe me when I say I don't ever use protection either so there's a chance that you may end up pregnant. But if you're willing to throw caution to the wind and risk everything on being mine then revel in the fact that you are only for me and my pleasure. I may share you with others but you will forever be mine and mine alone. Do I make myself clear amanda?" He asked again teasing her with the promise of some really kinky things that would push her limits. After all he had just stated that likely his cock would not be the only one she would be pleasuring. Either with her mouth or with her hands. Of course she may even have another man pound her ass while Jackson was fucking her pussy. After all Jackson had a few friends that he wanted to introduce her to before too long.
 
Amanda's heart raced as Jackson's words washed over her, a mix of fear and exhilaration coursing through her veins. His fingers, skillful and teasing, continued to explore her most intimate places, sending waves of pleasure that left her breathless. She felt a rush of emotions—desire, vulnerability, and a deep, primal need to belong to him completely. Her inner monologue was a whirlwind of thoughts, each one more intense than the last.

*He knows what I want. He knows how to make me feel alive. Why would he let me go when I'm his perfect toy?*

Jackson's smile was both reassuring and predatory, a promise of endless pleasure and a hint of the dangers that lay ahead. Amanda's mind fluttered between the ecstasy of the moment and the reality of what he was proposing. Her marriage, her life, everything she knew was being challenged, and yet, she couldn't resist the allure.

*He's going to keep me. He wants me. But at what cost? Will I be able to handle it?*

As his fingers moved inside her, Amanda's body responded instinctively, her hips arching to meet his touch. She felt a deep, almost painful ache for him, a need that went beyond mere physical desire. It was a craving for his attention, his approval, and his dominance. Her mind raced with the possibilities, with the risks, and with the thrill of the unknown.

*What if my husband finds out? What if he sees the marks on my skin? Can I really do this? Can I be his snow bunny and still be a wife?*

Jackson's words were a command, a promise, and a threat all rolled into one. He spoke of sharing her, of others touching her, using her. Amanda's imagination ran wild with the images he painted—of multiple men, of her being stretched and filled, of her being used for their pleasure. It was terrifying and intoxicating all at once.

*Will I be able to take it all? Will I be able to satisfy them? Will I be enough for him?*

As he marked her skin with his teeth, Amanda knew she would have to hide the evidence of their encounter. The thought of covering up the marks, of pretending everything was normal, added another layer of excitement and danger to the mix. She felt a thrill at the idea of keeping this secret, of living a double life.

*He doesn't use protection. What if I get pregnant? What if I can't hide it? What if everyone knows?*

The thought of carrying his child, of being forever linked to him in that way, was both frightening and alluring. It was a risk, a gamble, and Amanda was willing to take it. She wanted to belong to him completely, to be his in every way possible.

*I'm his. I'm only his. Even if others touch me, I'm still his. He owns me. He controls me. He fulfills me.*

Amanda's body trembled with anticipation and fear. She knew that her life was about to change in ways she could not yet imagine. But she was ready. Ready to be tested, ready to be used, ready to be his. She closed her eyes, surrendering to the sensations, to the promises, and to the dangers that lay ahead. She was Jackson's snow bunny, and nothing else mattered.
 
Jackson could see she was thinking about his words. That's clearly she understood what it was he was proposing. That she understood the risks of what his words meant when it came to the risk of getting a pregnant or her husband walking in on them having sex. Yet she did nothing but close her eyes and lean into his touch more. It was as if permission was given to him to move forward and he planned on taking it. The way she wanted it from him.

"Good girl. It seems you understand what it is I'm asking. If that's the case then I will indeed take full advantage and show you the world you crave to become part of." He said with a growl before slipping his fingers out and doing them to her of just how slick they truly were with are juices. As if the act itself told her that her body was now his but there was no going back. Once more he spun her so that she faced him before reaching down and grabbing her ass with both hands. With one subtle movement he lifted her off her feet and pressed her against the wall so that is cock was just under her wet aching and hot little pussy. The twitching of his cock tapped the meaty member against her slit as if knocking on her pleasure door see if she would respond.

Either way he was going to take her and he was going to fuck her. Because knew that when he sent her home tonight that not only would her pussy be stretched and accustomed to his size but her ass would get the taste of his cock too. That there would be nothing holding her back from becoming his snow bunny. That both of her holes would be leaking his seed when she would see her husband and the thrill of being full by a man not her husband while she spoke to her husband would likely change her perspective forever.
 
Amanda stood beneath the cascading water, her naked body glistening under the shower's gentle spray. The warmth of the water enveloped her, but it was nothing compared to the heat that Jackson's presence ignited within her. Her heart pounded in her chest, a rhythm of anticipation and desire. She closed her eyes, letting the water wash over her, as if it could cleanse her of the taboo thoughts that consumed her mind. But it couldn't. Not when Jackson was so close, his words still echoing in her ears, his touch still lingering on her skin.

Her inner monologue raged with conflicting emotions. "What am I doing? This is wrong, so wrong. But it feels so right." She knew the risks—her husband could walk in at any moment, and there was always the chance of an unexpected pregnancy. Yet, the thrill of the forbidden was too intoxicating to resist. She had been yearning for this, craving the danger and the pleasure that Jackson promised.

As Jackson's fingers slipped inside her, she bit her lip to suppress a moan. His touch was electric, sending shocks of pleasure through her body. She could feel herself growing wetter, her body betraying her with its need. When he withdrew his fingers, she almost whimpered, but the sight of her own juices glistening on his digits was too erotic to ignore. It was a visual confirmation of her desire, a mark of her submission.

When Jackson spun her around, she gasped as his strong hands gripped her ass, lifting her effortlessly. The cold tile of the shower wall pressed against her back, a stark contrast to the heat of her own skin. She could feel the head of his cock, huge and hard, pressing against her entrance. Her inner voice screamed, "Yes, take me. I need this."

With a surge of boldness, Amanda reached between their bodies, her hand wrapping around Jackson's thick shaft. She guided him to her opening, her fingers slick with her own arousal. "Fuck me," she gasped, her voice raw with need. "Please, just fuck me."

Her inner monologue erupted in a frenzy of pleasure and fear. "This is it. There's no turning back now. He's going to fill me, stretch me, make me his. And I want it. I want him to use me, to claim me. I want to feel him deep inside, to know that I belong to him in this moment."

As Jackson thrust into her, Amanda's world exploded into a kaleidoscope of sensation. The water pounded against her back, mixing with the sweat that beaded on her skin. Jackson's hands gripped her ass, his fingers digging into her flesh as he drove deeper, harder. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through her, building to a crescendo that threatened to consume her.

Her inner voice whispered, "He's so big, so powerful. He's taking me, using me, and I love it. I love the way he makes me feel, the way he controls me. I want more. I want everything he has to offer."

Amanda's body trembled with each thrust, her inner muscles clenching around Jackson's cock as he filled her completely. She could feel the head of his shaft pressing against her cervix, a delicious ache that only intensified her pleasure. The sound of their wet skin slapping together echoed in the shower, a symphony of lust and desire.

As Jackson's movements became more erratic, Amanda knew he was close. She tightened her grip on him, urging him deeper, harder. "Come for me," she whispered, her voice a husky plea. "Fill me up. Make me yours."

Her inner monologue spiraled into a whirlwind of ecstasy. "He's going to come inside me. He's going to mark me, claim me. I want it all. I want his seed, his pleasure, his everything. I want to be his, to belong to him completely."

In that moment, Amanda surrendered herself entirely to Jackson, her body and soul open to his claim. The water continued to pour over them, a witness to their forbidden passion, as they both reached the pinnacle of pleasure, their cries of release echoing in the steam-filled air.
 
Jackson growled as she took his cock into her hand for guiding him into her welcoming pussy. Just as quickly as he showed he was eager he was filling her up. He felt his cock press against her cervix as he bottomed out and his balls hung low and heavy beneath them. His eyes looking into hers as he was consumed with desire and lust for his snow bunny. She was begging for him to fuck her and claim her and fill her up and he was more than eager to give her exactly what she asked for. His hips moving erratically and with purpose as he continued to batter her cervix. His balls tapping her ass as a swung like a pendulum and the sound of them slapping against her ass like a drum filled the shower.

His growls grew louder as he was consumed by the tightness and warmth of her pussy and he leaned in to begin trailing kisses down her neck and occasionally marking her skin as if he really was trying to show that he claimed her and made her his. He knew he was going to fill her quickly as her pussy was just too good to resist. Each inch stretching her as he worked himself into her. He also knew he was showing her that only he could hit her sensitive spots, or at least a big black that is.

His hands gripping her ass tightly and he knew he was making marks on her cheeks as well from how hard he was gripping her. In that moment everything else didn't matter and he was completely focused on her and her alone. Feel the heat rising in his balls as he jackhammered himself into her repeatedly in this growls reaching a loud crescendo. Then without warning he pushed his deep as he could and again he erupted as his seed poured into her unprotected womb as he pushed his deep as he could to plug her so that he seek do the work. His moan was loud and primal for his silence the both of them with a hot kiss that deepens as he forced his tongue into her mouth. He wanted to make out with her and taste her.

He didn't care if his cock was in her mouth just a little bit ago as he wasn't squeamish about making out with a woman who had just sucked him properly. Another reason why he was different than her husband because her husband would never have done so. It's just pressed against hers and he swore he could feel her heartbeats race as he pumped her with wave after wave. He was marking her like the good little slut she was and he wondered if he was changing her mentally and spiritually as he did so. Perhaps she would see it that way any hopes that she would come to crave this feeling as much as he did.
 
Amanda's heart pounded in her chest as she took Jackson's thick cock into her hand, guiding it to her eager entrance. The moment he filled her, a rush of pleasure and submission washed over her. Her inner monologue was a frenzy of desire and need. "Daddy," she whispered, the word rolling off her tongue with a mix of reverence and lust. "Fill me, Daddy. Claim me."

His growls were a symphony of dominance and hunger, each one sending shivers down her spine. The sensation of his cock pressing against her cervix was both intense and satisfying, a reminder of his power over her. Her mind was a haze of ecstasy as she felt his balls slap against her ass, the rhythmic sound echoing in the shower.

Jackson's kisses were fierce, almost bruising, as if he was marking her as his property. Amanda's thoughts were a whirlwind of submission and desire. "He's claiming me," she realized, a thrill running through her. "I'm his good little slut, his to use and fill."

The sensation of his cock stretching her, hitting spots deep within her that only he could reach, was overwhelming. Her pussy clenched around him, trying to hold him inside, to keep him there forever. The thought of his seed filling her, unprotected and uninhibited, sent a shiver of excitement through her. She wanted it, needed it, craved it.

As Jackson's growls reached a crescendo, his body tensed, and she felt the hot rush of his release deep inside her. The sensation was intense, a mixture of pleasure and fulfillment. His kiss was a claim, a promise, a seal on their connection. Amanda's mind was a blur, her body aching with satisfaction. In that moment, she was his completely, body and soul, and she wouldn't have it any other way. "Daddy," she whispered again, her voice filled with adoration and submission.
 
Jackson felt his balls pumping her phone and he leaned in to kiss her as his hand pressed against the wall while he kept her pinned. The way she kept calling him daddy had him swell with pride that he had such a loyal snow bunny. And all the while her pussy milked him for every drop that he had. When he broke the kiss he smirks.

"And with this I've branded your inside's to the color of my lust. There's no going back my little snow bunny. The woman that you were has been left in the past and now I'm going to cultivate the woman you will be." He said as his hand gripped her ass playfully while he made his declaration of conquering and owning her body mind and soul.

When at lasts he slipped for her pussy he let her down onto her feet so that she could try and study herself. He held her close so that she wouldn't completely fall in case her legs gave out and he was sure that she would appreciate this while his seat leaked well stretched pussy. Another sign that she was no longer just so ordinary married woman but a lover of big black cock. Something he hoped she would understand soon when she got to taste what it was like to be thoroughly fucked and even having her all her holes filled at the same time. Once he was done rinsing off he turned the water off.

He smiled before getting out and not bothering to dry so that she could see naked shiny body in motion. He headed to his closet before pulling out a green dress that short and silky. It would hug her form perfectly and barely hide her assets. Accompanying it was a necklace with a spade hanging from it. A sign that she would show off to everyone that she was now his. That anyone with a smaller cock would not satisfy her any more.
 
Amanda stood there, her heart pounding like a drum in her chest, the weight of Jackson's words still hanging heavy in the air. Her body ached in the most exquisite way, every nerve ending alight with a mixture of pain and pleasure that she had never experienced before. As he released her, allowing her to slide down the wall, her legs felt like jelly, barely capable of supporting her weight. She clutched at the wall, trying to steady herself, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.

Inside, she was a storm of confusion and desire. The way Jackson had taken her, so forcefully and completely, had left her feeling both dominated and liberated. His words, his promises, echoed in her mind. "There's no going back," he had said, and in that moment, she knew he was right. The woman she had been before this encounter felt like a distant memory, a shadow of the person she was becoming.

Her pussy throbbed, still feeling the phantom presence of him inside her. She could feel his essence leaking out, a physical reminder of what had transpired. Her body, once so familiar, now felt foreign, claimed and conquered. She reached down tentatively, touching herself, feeling the tenderness and the wetness. Her fingers came away glistening, and she stared at them, a mixture of awe and disbelief washing over her.

Jackson's words about cultivating her into something new filled her with both fear and anticipation. She wasn't sure what the future held, but she knew that she was stepping into uncharted territory. The thought of being his, of belonging to him completely, sent a shiver down her spine. She looked at the dress he had chosen for her, so short and revealing, and the necklace with the spade pendant. It was a symbol, a declaration to the world that she was his now, and no one else's.

As she slipped into the dress, it formed like a second skin to her nude body, she felt a strange sense of empowerment. This was her choice, her path, and she was ready to embrace it, no matter where it led. She fastened the necklace around her neck, the cool metal against her skin a stark contrast to the heat that still coursed through her veins. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come. Whatever the future held, she would face it head-on, a new woman, reborn in the fire of Jackson's lust.

“Thank you Daddy.. What do you think?” Amanda said as she twirled for him like a school girl.
 
Jackson smile as she twirled for him. The way the short dress lifted and tried to reveal her back side and her glistening tender pussy had him smirking. He reached out and pulled her back to him so that she was pressed against his body. "You look absolutely delicious amanda. Hotter than any snow buddy I've ever seen before. And you're all mine. Can't wait to show you off and make every other guy jealous." He said before pulling the necklace and slowly putting around her neck so that it rested against her chest as a symbol that she was now a Queen of Spades. That she would only let big black cock pound her pussy and that she belonged to him. He slowly whispered into her ear as he wrapped his arms around her.

"I have a thong for you to wear as well. It should fit but it could be a little small. Either way it's got a cute little Spade on it cover your little pussy and it'll ride up your crack so that every time this dress moves up you'll give a little bit of a hint of the ass that I enjoy. You're going to be making very many men hard at the sight of you and every time they do you can imagine my cock inside of you and the effect your body has on me and other men." He said teasing her with the idea that the one that was the problem in her relationship wasn't her but her husband.

That she was hot and that she would tempt any and into her bed. He also knew that in time she would understand the feeling of being flaunted. Of every man smirking knowing full well what those symbols mean and knowing that her husband likely would not get the idea as he was positive her husband had no clue what a Queen of Spades was or what the symbols meant. He probably likely would look at them and just think it was just fancy jewelry that she liked. So that every time he and she were out in public every man would know that he was a cuckold and she wasn't giving him any pussy since she only preferred a big black one side of her.

"What do you think baby? Does the thought arouse you? I also have a pair of heels you can wear. The kind that I'll add if you inches and make this ass more prominent. The kind that you would see a stripper have. The kind of snow bunny would walk around it eagerly." He said with a smirk.
 
Amanda's heart raced as Jackson's hands roamed her body, his words painting a vivid picture of the night ahead. The dress, so short and revealing, felt like a second skin, hugging her curves and teasingly lifting to expose her most intimate areas. She could feel the cool air brush against her bare thighs, sending shivers down her spine. The necklace he placed around her neck felt heavy, a symbol of her new status, a "Queen of Spades." The words echoed in her mind, "big black cock," and she felt a flush of excitement and anticipation.

As Jackson whispered in her ear, his breath hot and teasing, Amanda's imagination ran wild. The thong he described, with its tiny spade, would barely cover her, leaving little to the imagination. Every movement would reveal a hint of her ass, a tantalizing glimpse for any man lucky enough to catch a glimpse. The thought of being flaunted, of being the object of every man's desire, sent a thrill through her. She could almost feel the weight of their gazes, the hunger in their eyes, and it made her feel powerful, wanted.

The heels Jackson mentioned, the kind that would add inches to her height and make her ass more prominent, were the final touch. She envisioned herself strutting in them, her hips swaying, her confidence radiating. The thought of her husband, oblivious to the true meaning of her new attire, amused her. He would never understand the power she held, the secret she kept. Amanda felt a surge of arousal, a mix of excitement and naughtiness. She was ready to play her part, ready to be the Queen of Spades, and ready to leave her husband in the dark, a cuckold to her desires.
 
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