”“GOD MAC, PLEASE… PLEASE FUCK ME HARDER! I NEED ITHARDER!” My little wife was begging him to slam her evenmore. But, Mac stop...ped, pulling back so only about twoinches off cock plugged her pussy. She tried to get someaction but her bondage kept her from getting more cockand drove her even crazier. “PLEASE… PLEASE! LET ME CUM! I’LL DO ANYTHING!”“Slut, I want you to belong to me.” “YESSS!”“I want to brand you.”. "Well, erm," Sam stammered."Something told me I wasn't going to like it. I folded my arms across mychest and looked at her. "The girls are coming over to watch the game,"Sam explained."What!?" I said crossly. "But you promised that we'd have the eveningalone together, just the three of us," I said indicating to Sam's babybump. Sam looked glum. "I know babe. I'm sorry," she said. "A couple ofthe guys were talking about the game tonight and one thing lead toanother," Sam explained shrugging her. I sat there stroking my cock watching my girl blowing my two close friends. Soon Ryan stood up and walked over, she bobbed her head up and down his long hard shaft. If I was 8 inches, he had to have been at least 9!! I was dying to see Sassy’s reaction to his size and it was a good reaction. She took turns sucking the three of them, looking over at me for approval every few seconds. I asked her which one of their cocks she wanted first. “The new guy” she replied with a big grin on her. "Really?" Really." If you're lying, you're just wasting your time." And mine, she thought."I'm not." Okay, then. It's a date."Tiffany hoped the jerk was telling the truth. In her experience, menoften lied about the size of their dicks, and she liked her cocks big--and Black.Supposedly, Clinton, her latest client, was both. She'd see soon enough,she thought.Tiffany wasn't a call girl. At least, she didn't think of herself thatway. She was a white woman who served Black men's fantasies. .