My name is Hannah, and I am a 24-year-old blonde, 5’9″ tall, with green eyes and a face I consider beautiful. My body tends to draw attention, and people always say I look like Lauren German from the TV show “Lucifer.” I’ve been married for five years to a man I love very much, Thomas, my first and only boyfriend, someone who has shown me how good life as a couple can be. I am a preschool teacher because I love kids; my husband makes great money, so I do this only to have an occupation.
My husband works for a large company (a former state-owned enterprise), holding an executive position. Because of that, he is always exposed to new rivalries, especially since he has a strong, assertive personality (at least at work). One of the enemies he has made at work is Tyrone, a strong and domineering Black man who manages another department in the company. The two have already exchanged insults in meetings and make no effort to hide their hatred for each other.
Tyrone is not married, and thanks to his money and physique, he has no difficulty finding beautiful lovers, which is why he is always surrounded by many women. One of his most recent was Lucia, an Italian American close friend of mine, who made the mistake of falling in love with that scoundrel. He did terrible things to her and exposed her in a way that is far from normal, forcing her in the end to move to another city to preserve her mental health and whatever was left of her dignity.
In May of this year, the company invited its employees to attend a one-week management course held in one of our beautiful coastal cities, with the option of bringing their families to enjoy a different kind of “vacation.” Both my husband and Tyrone went to this event. My husband, very focused on learning and improving himself, had no interest in sightseeing and spent his free time reviewing the course material. I didn’t want to stay in the hotel room watching TV the whole time, so I would occasionally go out for a walk on my own.
It was during one of these outings that I ran into Tyrone. He’s a handsome man –about 43 years old, around 6’1″, with short hair, a very well-kept body, and, to top it off, a mischievous smile. It was 8:30 p.m., and I was walking along the empty beach when I stopped at a small beachfront kiosk to get something to drink. There were only a few locals around, and they were watching me in a way that made me uncomfortable as I sipped my juice. That’s when Tyrone showed up.
He was wearing nothing but swim trunks, despite the hour, and casually stood beside me while waiting for the beer he had ordered. At one point, he looked me up and down and asked, “Where’s your wimp husband?”
I was angry at that man and snapped back, “Working to pay his salary.”
His laugh was cynical. He took a sip of his drink and replied, looking at me in a piercing way.
“From the way you snapped, I guess your little husband has been working too much. It seems like he hasn’t been giving you much attention. If you want, I can help you relax.”
I was furious when I heard that. When I grabbed the money and placed it on the counter, he came up behind me, smelling my hair, and grabbed a handful of my butt.
“You should relax and let me put you in your place; I can smell a pussy in need miles away.”
I took off his hand and left that place without saying a word. When I got back to the hotel, my husband was already asleep, and I lay down still angry, thinking about that man’s cynicism. How can he be so disgusting and mean just because he is rich and has that great body?
The next morning, during breakfast, Tyrone came over to our table and asked my husband if everything was okay or if he would need to give him some private lessons so he could understand the course better. My husband was furious and swore to me that once we returned to our city, he would file a formal complaint with the company’s executive board. The only problem with Thomas is that he doesn’t stand up to people in the real world the way he does inside the office.
By the end of the day, during my walk, I found Tyrone in the same place as the day before, sitting at a table. He asked, in an ironic tone, if I had come back because of him. I sat at the table and said firmly, “It’s time to grow up, man. There’s no room for these games at your age.”
His answer was disgusting.
“Your little friend didn’t think that way while she was riding or worshipping my cock!”
I was a bit startled for a moment, but I replied, “She told me it wasn’t all that.”
He laughed and said, “From the way she was shouting and moaning all the time, it sure seemed like she was enjoying it… I banged her in all the ways possible, and I will do the same to you. It’s inevitable. You dressed this hot only to show me the goods.”
The truth is that that jerk was gorgeous, and he really did unimaginable things to Lucia; she confessed many of them to me. Why was I dressed with a mini skirt and a blouse with so much cleavage? I don’t think I even noticed.
He started sliding his hand up my thighs and under the skirt. I got scared and tried to leave, but his other hand grabbed my arm while his fingers caressed my pussy over the panties, the place only Thomas saw and touched. I got up and ran out while hearing that scoundrel’s laughter. When I got back to the hotel, I wanted to tell my husband everything. But I was afraid of how he would react; I knew he wouldn’t confront Tyrone, and instead, he would take everything to Human Resources, which would cause problems at work.
I got into the shower to calm down and realized how wet I was. The slight touch in my pussy made me moan, and I had to bite my lips so my husband wouldn’t hear me. Why was I so horny? For sure not because of that jerk and his awful behavior and delicious body. What am I saying? I touched myself three or four times during college; I never felt the need or saw the point of it. But today I started rubbing myself, and two minutes later my pussy was twitching and gushing while I bit a towel. I felt horrified and started to cry and had to pull myself together so my husband wouldn’t notice.
The next morning, during breakfast, I went to the hotel bathroom. When I came out, I ran right into Tyrone, staring at me with that mischievous look. Was he stalking me now? He grabbed my hand and put it over his pants, saying:
“Look what you did to me yesterday.” The bulge looked enormous. I ran off, frightened and afraid someone might have seen it. As I walked, I felt my nipples hard and rubbing my bra. I got back to the table and hugged my husband, as if asking for his protection. For the first time in all those years, I asked him not to go to work and to stay with me. He looked at me seriously and harshly said that we would have plenty of time for ourselves later and that the course was very important.
I felt sad when I heard that, but I didn’t complain. At lunchtime, someone knocked on my room door. When I opened it, I came face-to-face with Tyrone; he pushed me inside and closed the door.
“Shouldn’t you be at the course?” I said.
“Nah, that’s for incompetents like your husband. I’ve got better things to do, like give you another chance to board the Tyrone ship and see what you’re missing.” I lost it and told him I would scream if he didn’t get out of there. I had taken a shower and was dressed with just a bathrobe. He had hungry eyes and started walking toward me while I walked back till my legs touched the bed and I sat on it. He laughs and walks two more steps, standing right in front of me with all that ebony body. I started to cry, telling him not to do that, that I loved my husband.
“This isn’t about love; it’s about a bitch doing the only thing she is meant to.” He dropped his pants and revealed an enormous, semi-hard cock. I know we all hear about Black guys and the size of their cocks, and most girls say that size doesn’t matter, but that ends when a powerful cock is inches away from your face. It radiated heat and power and was far bigger than Thomas and thicker too, and it wasn’t even hard. I couldn’t move; I felt mesmerized, and my mouth started salivating involuntarily. But I would never do such a disgusting act, especially for the most disgusting guy in the world. I did oral a few times; my husband always begged me to, but I usually refused.
Tyrone started jerking his cock and touching my chin with its head.
“Suck it, bitch!” He spoke in an authoritative tone. I don’t know what came over me, but I grabbed that cock in my hands and started jerking it. It was hot, heavy and veiny, and I continued the light handjob on that pole as he spoke.
“Your husband is really a wimp; I’m going to tear open your pussy while you cry in pleasure.” I looked up at the fire in his eyes, and as I opened my mouth to say something, he grabbed my hair and pushed his cock into my mouth. As he did that, my pussy started twitching, like a mouth blowing multiple kisses. I never felt something like that before. I could only take the head and a few inches of that massive pole and started sucking the best I could. He kept moaning and humiliating me, saying that all women need a big cock to worship, that he always knew he would score me, and that from now on I am his bitch and will cum only with his cock.
At one point, he lifted me up and forcefully opened my robe. Then he started forcefully kissing me with two fingers inside my drenched pussy, then got down biting my nipples. The feeling was wonderful. He threw me down on the bed again, opened my legs, and dove his mouth on my pussy, sending shocks all over my body. And what a tongue! It went into my pussy hot like a cock and made me moan like a slut. My mind went blank while I was floating in the clouds, and Tyrone took his time devouring me.
“Tonight, shave your pussy; that’s how I like it. We have two days left here, plenty of time for us to fuck until you become another cow in my barn.” How could he be so misogynistic and disgusting, and how could I grind my pussy in his face hearing that? Who was this woman I was becoming?
After five minutes he put me on all fours and started playing with his cock at the entrance of my pussy. — “Ask for it, bitch! Ask for it, or I’ll dress and leave.” I gathered all my remaining strength to keep silent while he spanked my ass. I knew this was a point of no return. I remembered all the stories Lucia had told me and how she transformed from a successful psychiatrist into a woman in pieces. But the douchebag started rubbing my clit and whispering in my ear:
“Don’t fight it; just hear your body and say the words. Like I said, it was inevitable.” His smell was delicious, and as he said that, he bit my ear.
I couldn’t hold it anymore.
“P-P-Please fuck me,” I said in a weak voice. One second later, he thrust his big cock into me, tearing me open like he said he would. He starts stabbing at me rhythmically while pulling my hair and degrading me. “Go on, bitch, this is what you were looking for yesterday; now enjoy this big black cock.”
“This is what that cuckold of Thomas deserves; he must be tiny like a pencil because that’s a tight cunt you got. I can’t wait to fuck you in your marital bed.”
“You have great tits; they will be around my cock every time I want.”
I couldn’t speak; I could only moan with a feeling of mutual humiliation and pleasure. At some point, I looked in the mirror and was horrified: Tyrone wasn’t moving, just standing with his hands on his hips and that cocky smile on his face while I was impaling myself on his cock. That was the trigger, and for the first time, I was able to speak.
“OHHHHH GOD! FUUUUCKKKK!”
Seeing me in that position, submitting to my husband’s nemesis, made me explode into the most powerful orgasm of my life. I felt like I was squirting even though that was impossible for me. Tyrone kept laughing and saying that was the first of many orgasms I’ll get from now on. I was soft like a pudding in my post-orgasmic bliss when my phone started vibrating.
“Pick up, it’s your loser husband,” he said. I didn’t want to answer the phone, but he said that if I didn’t, he would. He was calling during his lunch break to apologize for this morning and to tell me how much he loved me. He told me to get ready because he would take me out to dinner tonight. Meanwhile, Tyrone was giving me short stockings. Luckily I had come minutes before; otherwise I would not be able to talk to him.
While we talked, Tyrone started whispering in my other ear, “Tell him who is fucking your pussy right now.”
“Tell him you couldn’t help taking his worst enemy’s big black cock.”
“Tell him you now belong to my barn.”
“Tell him who is about to shove 9 inches of cock into your ass.”
I said goodbye to Thomas, hung up the phone, and wanted to swear at Tyrone, but he sped up his tempo. I would never allow him to put it in my ass. I did anal only once, on our three-year anniversary, and didn’t like it. I and Thomas were the most vanilla couple in town, and now I was at the mercy of this degenerate. I felt another orgasm quickly rising up as he fucked me soooo good. He forced my face into the bed and my ass in the air as he mounted me like a horse.
Suddenly, as I was almost cumming again, he took his cock out of my pussy and, in a quick move, ran it into my ass. I had no time to react as he started putting the head in and out of my asshole. I tried to push him, but he was stronger and handled me like a doll, forcing my face down on the sheets.
“For your first time, I’m going to put in just half of my cock; you can thank me later. But be prepared; next time it will be full Tyrone inside your button, my whore.” And then he started fucking me hard while I cried. After 10 minutes of that, he grabbed my hair and turned me, making me lie on my back, then kneeled over me and locked my head between his thighs. I tried to get away, but I couldn’t due to his weight. He started jerking off and pointed to my face, cumming all over me, completing my humiliation. He just stood up, dressed, and walked away without saying a word.
I was a mess with sweat and cum on my hair, nose, and mouth. I needed to clean myself, but I couldn’t stand up; my heart was still racing, and my legs felt like jelly. So I just lay there and nearly dozed off, letting the cum run into my neck and on the sheets –some of it even got into my mouth.
It was past 3 PM when I managed to stand and take a shower to clean all that bastard’s dirt off me. I needed to pull myself together and get ready for dinner with my husband. So I put extra effort into my makeup and chose a sexy dress I had brought along. When Thomas arrived, he said I looked perfect, and took a quick shower so we could go out.
The dinner was perfect: the setting, the company –we laughed and talked like a couple of lovers. We even took a walk on the beach under the stars. It was a wonderful night. On the way back to the hotel, we started kissing in the Uber. Things started to heat up, so we took a break. — “Tonight is going to be awesome; you better be ready,” he whispered in my ear.
I couldn’t wait to make love with the man of my life. We had barely closed the room door when we started to kiss and make out. Then, as Thomas put his hand inside my panties, he looked at me, curiously.
“Did you shave?”