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Falling Into the Black {BigPappa & Fate}

Anthony was overwhelmed to hear her; she was exactly acting like he wanted her to. She was certainly turning out to be his bitch, a little obeying pet. Anthony grabbed her hairs, pulling her up on her legs, he pressed his lips on her once again, kissing and biting her. Those kisses were the most passionate, he was sucking her tongue hard, and Tommy could witness the effect she had on him. The lustful animal beneath his charming personality was coming out for her and it was going to haunt her for long.

Anthony walked right behind her; he grabbed her hairs tight in his hand and jerked her head back. Like a huge black bull he stood behind her with his massive black meat in his hand. He saw her spreading her lips and her pink wetness was truly inviting him. He groaned like a wild horse, slapping his hardness on her opening, he teased his bitch for a while and then when she was least suspecting he aimed for her crack, forcing his thick shaft inside it. “Yeahhh…. “ he screamed loud, filled with ecstasy.

Anthony had violated her; his stick shaft had jammed between the tight walls of her womanhood. He adjusted himself in a better position to pound himself in her. He stood there waiting for few moments, and then started ravishing his prey. He was ramming himself hard in her, there were no gentleman manners, no patients, he just wanted her right then and nothing could have stopped him.

Tommy had intoxicated him, her scent, her white little body beneath him, her moans; they were all making his crazy. His hardness was soon half inside her, but he was still going harder than ever, his pace had increased, Anthony just wanted to fill her up with his massive hardness as soon as possible, he was in no mood of showing any mercy to his tight little pet. “Keep Kyle away for week at least….” He whispered in her ear. Anthony was going to leave her stretched; Kyle would easily find out that she had something bigger in her. She had to look for excuses to keep him away.

Anthony pumped his enormous cock in her, harder with each stroke. He was still not entirely in her, he could feel her tightness wrapped around his member. “You are so tight Tommy” He moaned stroking his waist back and forth. “Seems like Kyle really don’t know how to use your cunt.” He chuckled at her, his maleness mostly inside her now, it was just a matter of few more strokes.
 
The words brought out the animal in Anthony. Tommy could see that, hell, she could feel it. He grabbed her hair, shoving their lips together for another kiss. Tommy had never experienced passion like this. Her pink lips were seized by his dark ones, taken and ravished. Tongues lashed one another, hers fighting a losing duel against his. Her lips slid between his teeth in their fervor, and were seized by them.

And then he was behind her, grabbing her hair and jerking her head back. such roughness, so very different from how Kyle handled her. It made Tommy feel wild, sexually wild, like she was a porn star. She moaned like one now, running her hand down his bare chest to just touch his pulsing rod. It slapped against her hot, wet opening, rubbing up and down. she was beginning to think that he wouldn't penetrate yet, choosing to tease instead. Just as she began to think that she'd need to do something more, she felt him move.

His massive head split her lips, split her, as it slid inside her. More moans left her, even little cries of pleasure. Her arms went behind her, gripping his muscular torso for strength and support. her hands dug into him as he slid further and further into her. Walls parted, moisture began to leak down his shaft, and she felt herself slowly become impaled upon his massive flesh. It felt as though he rearranged her as he moved. And no mercy either. Her little cries were almost pained as her body grew to adjust to his girth. So huge. So very huge.

Those hissing words made her moan again. Keep Kyle away for at least a week? How was she going to manage that? Tonight would be easy. After this, she'd be far too sore, stretched and tired to want him anywhere near her. But what was she supposed to do the rest of the week.

"Yesss," she hissed. She wasn't even sure which she was yesing. All she knew was that it felt good, and it tore deep inside her. Her body would be altered after this, her pussy remade for his black cock. He moved back and forth, working more and more of him into her body. She could feel him reaching points that no other guy had even gotten close to touching. Just the fullness was enough for her to moan loud and deep.
 
Anthony didn’t have much fun since he had left the town; that tight little bitch was the best thing happened to him in a long time. He had struggled a lot, so many interview in vain, rounds and rounds to agencies but nothing. At that moment he was somewhat angry with his fucked up life and it seemed he was making Tommy pay for it. All his failures, all his frustration was going inside her with his massive tool. She was pleasing him in more than one way, he couldn't believe how good she felt.

“I am gonna tear this little cunt of yours…” He screamed at her as he pumped the last few inches of his black meat in her slippery sex, it was not a statement he made in excitement. It was clear with the powerful strokes of his strong muscular body, that he was exactly going to do what he said unless Tommy ask him to stop. Anthony looked down at his member; he was entirely inside her now. He had pierced her deep, his member had disappeared in her. His balls was slapping on her with the violent stokes.

Anthony had claimed her, stolen from her husband as she wished when that storm began; he leaned on of her with one of his hand going down between her legs, stroking her hard clit. He stayed calm on top of her, without moving as his fingers ran between her legs. “Ahhh….” He let out a sigh near her ear as he relaxed, catching his breath, taking some time. Then, he withdrew from her, pulling himself out until only his shaft was left in her. The second love phase began with the long deep strokes.

He was pulling himself entirely out and then shoving it back in her over and over again, his hand was still between her legs teasing her. “I don’t think I would go for another pussy after yours.” He chuckled as he kissed her shoulder gently as he continued piercing her sex with his massive stiffness. Anthony was forcing his entire weight on her little frame, trying to push every bit of him in her. His strokes were shaking the heavy couch; he was amused how Tommy was standing her grounds trying to prove herself.
 
Tommy could feel more emotion being poured into the connection. This was a physical relationship, to be sure, but Anthony was using Tommy for a little more than just an outlet for his lusts. Something more was going into those thrusts, and it made him rougher. it almost felt like Tommy expected rape would feel. Yet she'd consented to being treated like this. Even to being the subject of those degrading words.

"Oh God, yes!' she cried as those inches slid in. Her body opened, spreading to take in as much of him as possible. The thick shaft stretched her inner channel, expanding it to fit his length. the walls convulsed around that girth, rippling about the invader. Yet more lubrication leaked from her. Her body was trying to adapt to the new intrusion, and for the most part, succeeding. It still hurt, as he shoved the entirety of himself into her. She could see a slight bulge around her stomach, representing the great length. And bits of tears formed in the corner of her eyes. Yes, slightly painful. Deliciously, sinfully pleasurable, but also with a strong twinge of pain. especially as he thrust so violently and deeply into her. that claim about tearing into her wasn't something he'd just said; it seemed like it was a goal.

Thankfully, he started playing with her sex, the clit in particular. Tommy squealed in pleased surprise as he stroked her, the body twitching on his again. Her hands went to his back, gripping tightly as she moaned his name. Her arousal dropped her voice an octave, making the noises low, guttural groans.

She moaned as he drew out of her, feeling incredibly empty without his cock inside her. Only seconds later she was nearly screaming as he slid back into her. The gentle petals of her sex were stretched wide to accommodate his girth, and she'd begun hissing. Her legs spread wide, trying to give him as much room as possible. Each thrust was shaking her entire body, even the couch beneath them. Again, Tommy couldn't help but think on how she'd never been fucked this hard.

"Oh, Oh, Anthony," she breathed, "it's so big, I'm so full. It, it almost hurts," her hips rose again, trying to shift somehow. Her eyes took in the erotic sight of her lower half stuck on the shaft, a bit of the huge shaft sticking out from the top. She yelped as her hips slid down, taking a good deal of it. At this rate, Anthony would only be able to fuck her once. no way could she handle another go around this hard.
 
Even Anthony knew that he was being too aggressive. He knew it was the first time with Tommy, rather being polite and romantic he chose to show such a feral and dark side of his. She was merely a mean of satisfaction for him; physically and emotionally, he didn’t care about anything else. He felt no regret about how he was treating her or how she felt; he didn’t care about how Kyle would feel if he ever found out about him fucking Tommy. Poor Kyle was only trying to help his friend in need and this is how Anthony was paying him back, stealing his wife and trashing her like she was worthless roadside whore.

He wasn’t sure what had gotten into him, he surely was better than that, maybe it was his fucked up life or his past white women who loved him rough or maybe it was just his jealousy for Kyle, who had everything he always dreamed of but all apart it was Tommy who was paying the price; even Anthony had never used a girl that hard, the more she tried to take his huge shaft and his violent strokes, the rougher her grew. It was like a competition going on there, at least Anthony felt that way and he was doing his best to win.

His fingers continued to play with the little puffy flesh between her legs, wanting to take her to the levels of pleasure from where there were no returning back, where she would forget everything and just be the woman for him. Anthony continued to assault her like he wished but then she spoke in revolt and Anthony was amazed. Wasn’t she enjoying it?

Maybe she was but she just wanted to pretend like she wasn’t, still trying to be slight decent. Like, when she argued about letting him have her in her bed. Or maybe it was really hurting her, she was not ready yet to please Anthony like he wanted her to. All those thoughts sprinted in his mind in a fraction of second; finally he decided to go a bit slow on this meek prey of his.

Anthony’s violent strokes dropped to long, deep and unhurried thrusts. He truly didn’t wish to hurt her in any way; she had compromised too much for him, she kept her virtue, her marriage aside to please him and Anthony was the type of man who knew how to handle women well. He knew there are times to pat their backs and their time to leash them up; there times to pull them closer and there are times to cut them lose. That’s what made him different from others, different from men who babbled entire day about their love affairs but couldn’t keep a woman in place, sooner or later they were dumped by their so called ‘sluts’.

What kind of man actually gets dumped up a woman?

Anthony could never understood that, especially when he was still friends with most of his past lovers, who still adored him, still called him occasionally to check on him. Sometimes it was the circumstances and other times it was Anthony who ended his relationships and it was never the other way around.

“Shut the fuck up…” He whispered as he leaned on her kissing her earlobe, pushing her down entirely on the couch and slipped on top of her, his slow thrusts were still impaling her deep, he trapped inside her slippery sex, stroking back and forth. The room was filled with their moans, the cracking sound of the couch and their bodies making grubby noises in a slow rhythm. The lustful storm had no ends unless Anthony wished it to end.
 
Tommy had never been treated like this. She just... wasn't sure what to do about it. The pain, that intense feeling she'd gotten as his massive cock split her as none had before, ebbed now. It still existed, but mostly as a reminder. In its place was a pleasure so intense that it threatened pain itself. Her vision flashed with it. Her body ached.

Anthony kept getting rougher and rougher. This wasn't love making. This wasn't two people who cared about each other bonding or some such nonsense. Anthony was using Tommy to relieve pressure and stress. To get that blissful feeling that came from a good, hard fuck. What bothered her most was how much she was enjoying it, even knowing that. The little moans, the pleased squeals, the gasps, and those were just the verbal signs. Her nether lips continued to provide the lubrication he needed. The wetness of it turned the noise of their fucking into a wet, slopping sound.

Just as Tommy felt herself begin to shiver and cry, the thrusts changed. No longer were they the fierce, harsh pounding. Instead they'd switched to something else, more paced. The rhythmic movements of a man who knew he had what he wanted, and one who planned on drawing out the sensations for as long as he possibly could. Naturally Tommy's body reacted. Her hips moved in time with his, aiding the thrusts, letting them go deeper yet into her. The head of him pressed into her to such a length that it felt as though he disturbed her womb. Her cervix. That was it, he was hitting her cervix whenever he bottomed out in her. Strange jolts shook her each time he pressed that deep, her eyes rolling up as the pleasure shook her.

Shut the fuck up. The fear and arousal that Tommy held for Anthony made her shudder as those words entered her ear. She took it as "no noise," and immediately began biting her pink lip. The plush flesh slid inward between two pearly white teeth. It didn't do much to prevent the noises that came from the woman. Deep, long moans. Frantic, sharp squeals. Tommy now knew why porn stars made so much noise: it felt too good not to.

Her hands had traveled to him as well, looking for something to grab, something to do as he shook her. Each of his unhurried thrusts caused her entire body to quake. Each time he moved, she met him. Also, her inner lips were moving as well, convulsing around him. She'd adapted to fit him, the size now pleasing instead of painful. Each pleasing stroke brought her closer and closer to the edge. She could feel the pressure for release building within her, forming at the pit of her stomach.

"Fuck," slipped out from her lips, along with another low moan. It was just too much.
 
“Ever had a big cock like mine before?” Anthony whispered while kissing her neck, his thick lips feeling her skin, occasionally his tongue teased her too. He smiled to himself as she started to push her hips back to meet his rhythm. He was entirely inside her sex; he had pulled his both hands which now rested on her waist as his strokes measured the depths of her sex. “You would get a fucking like this every day from now on…” he pulled himself back, withdrawing his entire length out from her but this time he didn’t ram himself on her waiting sex but rather he took his time. He looked down, except his thick shaft his entire length was visible to him. “You want it Tommy?” He whispered to her as he sat behind her with just the tip of his throbbing shaft inside her. “If you want it then take it girl, slam that ass on me. Show me how bad you want my black dick in your married little cunt. Come on…my little slut.”

“When does Kyle gets back home?” Anthony asked rubbing his hands on her hips; he wanted to make sure how much time he had. His modeling contracts and Tommy, now there were two things he wouldn’t want to jeopardize. He was enjoying it a lot and he did wish for him to be away for a couple of hours, he wanted it to last.

All of a sudden with the pleasure she must have felt a sting when he spanked her hips, on her tight cheek and then again, a firm hand with thick fingers enough to leave solid red marks on her white skin. “Take it Tommy, ride my cock baby” He spanked her over and over again, on both sides, turning her ass red. It was a fetish of his to spank his lovers, he loved turning their hips red while he used them. “I am gonna cum in your pussy, your married pussy…do you understand that?” He groaned and grabbed her hairs, pulling her head back, holding her in his strong arms. He kissed hips again, shoving his tongue in her mouth, sucking on her lips passionately. He kissed her hard, gently stroking himself in her, showing how much he was enjoying her.

"Do you want me to cum in your married pussy Tommy?" The question was necessary, not because he wouldn’t shot himself inside her but because it would have made him feel better. He loved to tease his woman, he loved humiliating them and making them feel like they were worthless. He loved pushing them to limits where they had never gone.
 
"No, never," gasped Tommy, the words just managing to escape from her. Of course she'd never had a cock this big. The closest hadn't been more than half as thick, and about an inch or so shorter. The sheer size of Anthony was part of the reason why Tommy was so lost to her lust now. Her sex had stretched and molded to him. Doubtless she'd have difficulties even reaching orgasm on another cock, let alone feeling as good as she did now.

"Yes, I want it," she admitted. Her head turned to look at him, the lust evident in her eyes. It had glazed them over, making her look lost to the experience. Which she was. Now she felt him lining up to her sex, and moaned. He should be taking her. Thrusting his huge dick as far into her as he could manage. Instead he was just sitting there.

When he spoke, Tommy understood. She had to be the slut for him. Had to do that one last thing to achieve orgasmic bliss. Without even thinking twice about it, Tommy slammed her hips back onto him. The huge dick shoved roughly into her waiting sex, the walls shifting around him. The suddenness of it nearly made Tommy black out, and she'd been the one to initiate. Breathing hard, she held herself in place, using all her strength to remain conscious and upright.

"Siiiix," she moaned. Why did he keep asking her questions right now? She was dimly aware that he needed to know that information, but she was far too busy riding the cock to care about insignificant details like when her husband was coming home. The pussy he'd married was busy getting filled by a thick, black cock right now. And oh, did it feel good.

The first hit made Tommy yelp, her ass and lower half trembling. It left a brilliant red print on her fine white ass, marking her again. soon more appeared, each painting her bottom a lovely red color. Normally Tommy would have said or done something, but she was too far gone to care. the smacks simply made her body quiver all the more, her sex vibrating along the embedded cock. before it truly became painful, the spanking stopped. Instead Anthony pulled Tommy to him, exchanging another passionate kiss as he told her what was to come.

Tommy was ready. Her own orgasm had been mounting for some time, the slaps even building it further and further. His cumming inside her would be just what she needed to fall over the edge and cum herself. it sounded as though only one thing stood between her and a sweet load of black cum.

"Cum in me!" yelled Tommy. "Cum in my married pussy! Oooooh, cum hard!"

And her body began to tremble and quake.
 
Anthony felt her release on his hard cock; he grabbed her in his arms, holding her against himself. His hand slipped back between her legs, fingers found her little clit again, teasing her with his gentle strokes. “Yes Tommy, cum on my black dick….” He groaned in her ear as he yet again started to ram himself inside her. Felling himself all covered with her squirt, his strokes become even slippery, going in and out of her really easily now.

Anthony gazed at his watch, there was still sometime left to six. He grabbed her waist, stoking hard in her wet sex “Grab my cock with your little married cunt, make it tight.” He moaned as he rammed his hardon on her lower wall, wanting to cum deep inside her.

Anthony suddenly pulled his shaft out from her and turned her around to face her. He kissed her lips once gently, and then pushed her down on her back on the wet couch. He too fell on top of her, pushing her legs apart and slipping between them, his hardon sliding back in her. “I would fuck you on your bed tomorrow; I hope you have your wedding gown?”
 
The first of no doubt many orgasms began to ripple through Tommy now. Her body quaked, shaking. Breasts bounced. Inner walls trembled. And she released cum upon the thick shaft embedded within her. The most important thing to Anthony, no doubt, was the inner motion of the pussy. It squeezed and pulled at the cock within it, trying to draw the massive shaft even further into her tight body. Throughout it all, Tommy moaned in ecstasy.

"Yes, Anthony! Yes, yes, yes!" she chanted. Her wide eyes bore into his, her body continuing to rock against him, even as she came down from the orgasm. she could still feel his hardness embedded in her wet sex. That throbbing meat stretched her, filled her, and demanded more of her. More she had to give as well. Her sex grabbed at his member, tightening about him. The stretched walls could still tightly grip that which was thrust into them, still provide friction and tightness. Her pussy hadn't completely been fucked into submission, not yet.

A kiss, and she was on her back. Her legs cooperated with Anthony's insistence, parting to allow him access to her wet pussy again. the giant shaft easily slid back inside her. It was as though her body had become a sheath for Anthony's cock. Still it bulged at her, parting wide the lips of her sex, even forming an obvious lump in the woman's lower half. All she did was cry out for him, hands reaching to grab him for support as the thrusts began anew.

"Yes," she moaned, not fully aware of what she promised. Later she would look back on this and panic. The guilt would drive her nearly mad. Yet now she was too concerned with the feelings, and with the upcoming release of sperm into her waiting sex. she simply slammed her hips against his meat, feeling the balls slap against her ass. And she moaned.
 
“Nice…a white wife in her wedding grown” he smiled at Tommy, his black cock impaled deep in her. He grabbed her breasts, squeezing them hard as he fucked her deeper, feeling her slippery pussy opening for him, and taking him all the way inside it. “That’s what I like baby, fucking your married cunt.”

His strokes started to grow harder once again, matching the same speed and aggressiveness which she complained a while earlier but this time Anthony wasn’t going to stop or slow down, he didn’t care if that would hurt his new lover. Anyway, she would be use to his big cock after the long fucking he had been giving her.

“Damm girl….” Anthony moaned as he felt himself reaching close, he grabbed her tight in his arms but his waist still banging against her, pumping his massive cock in and out of her like a piston. He kissed her deep for the last time and released his seeds in her. His cock ejected his sperm inside her tight pussy, he felt amazing. It seemed like he had made everything even, it was a new start from him, a new start from Tommy's pussy.

Anthony fell aside on the cough, next to her, breathing heavily. He pushed his hand under her back and pulled her on top of him, guiding her head on his chest. His fingers caressing her lips gently, the essential romantic endings to their lust, it was important and Anthony knew that. “Exactly the kind of girl I always wanted….” He said kissing her forehead.
 
Even as the words were repeated for Tommy, they still didn't sink in. All that mattered to her were the wonderful sensations caused by Anthony and his member sliding in and out of her tight sex. She moaned as she felt him grab her breasts, holding her tight as he slid his entire length inside her. Tommy's sex stretched to accommodate the massive size of Anthony. Once more the sheer feeling of the girth of him made Tommy moan in pleasure. Her hips arches, her body sliding along the shaft, willingly impaling itself. The speed had picked up, and now Anthony fucked Tommy hard. So hard that her entire body quivered with each thrust. Yet the girl simply screamed with delight, pleased at the sensations.

"Oh, Anthony!" she cried, her head flailing back. The banging, thrusting cock was driving her. The deep, rough thrusts finally pushed her over the edge. A primal scream tore from Tommy as her pussy spasmed along the invading cock. Just as her shout began, she felt his lips seize hers. The noise sounded among their sealed lips. Tommy's arms encircled her lover, holding and pulling him closer. The cock shot deep inside her quivering pussy, the muscles milking him and driving it even further inside her body. The combined orgasms lasted for some time, before Tommy and Anthony finally collapsed beside one another, breathing deeply.

Tommy let herself be dragged onto his chest, then kissed her lips once more. She'd done it. She'd cheated on her husband with this virile black man. Taken his massive cock inside her and felt his black seed fill her willing white sex. she shuddered at the sinful thought ,curling into Anthony. What would she do now? She couldn't possibly face Kyle after this. Her mind raced, trying to figure out what to make of what had happened. Did she love anthony? Or was this simply nothing more than a release of primal urges...
 
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