So I tell him that's o.k. I can just be the bitch and worship his cock.. then I told him that I always dreamed of sucking and fucking a big black cock.... He tells me that he is nervous..i say relax i'll handle it. I rub the big lump in his pants.. its not hard but I can tell its going to be huge once it is hard. I move my face close to his crotch and look up and beg him to let me take it out. He smile and says take it out you lil slut.. my cock pulses from him calling me a slut. I slowly pull it. “But can I ask, what does your husband think of all of this? He and I didn’t talk a lot at the barbecue. And you didn’t say anything that was actually meaningful regarding him last week.”She seemed to squirm in the seat she’d taken at my little utility table. “Look you got any coffee in there?” She nodded in the direction of the kitchenette.“Yeah, sure,” I said. I started to wheel myself to get her the coffee, but she raised her hand to short shank me.“I’ll get it; I’m desperate,” she said. I. I was scared, turned on, hesitant and a bunch of emotions. I said, "well he is big Eric, but not that big." I was hoping it would end there and I could just leave and pretend it never happened. In order for me to put the ice pak on properly, he had to spread his legs to give me room to attach it. He opened his legs and his cock stood there more enormous than I could have even pictured.I knew he was high from the meds and I also knew he wanted me to do something. The tabooness of it was almost. Cathy’s cunt muscles were trying to grab at her fist and every time her ass was fisted she screamed. Tears, saliva and sweat covered her face as she continued screaming. The pain was mixed with a sick pleasure as she tried to fuck the fists in her body. It was brutal and Cathy wanted it to last. Her orgasm was getting a beating and every nerve was felt like electric shocks. As her holes were getting fucked she started losing the strength to hold herself up. Surrendering to the brutal attack she.