Straight Female / 28
No money, no food and a husband who's idea of looking for work was sleeping all day, I had to get something sorted to take care of our daughter.
There were two men I could have turned to. One being my father, but shame and embarrassment of marrying someone he thought of as "Fucking useless". The other, a large mixed race hustler who loaned out expensive money. I stupidly I thought at first, chose the hustler.
Food, the ability to get my husband off his ass, and the chance for him to start his own business, all challenged me to make the deal. My husband to his credit, did make a fantastic go of building a business, and we soon moved out of the shitty home we were living in. Even my father was impressed.
The price for the start we needed, along with with regular payments back to him, was to submit to any form of sex the mixed race gent wanted.
My husband. Five feet eight inches tall. A hundred and thirty pounds. A five and half inch cock and stamina sexually for about half an hours sex.
The mixed race gent. Six feet three inches tall. One hundred and eighty pounds of pure muscle. And a cock that measures nearly nine inches long. He also can fuck for as long as your able to take his thick meaty cock, in all of your holes.
I first learned this on our first occasion sexually, as he took me to sexual Nirvana and back again, over and over again. In the motel room, I was taught precisely what he wanted and liked and then was made to teach myself and my body to give him EVERYTHING.
I'd had a threesome in my younger days and had had sex with a guy who's cock was larger than my mixed race lover. But no one had ever made me reach the sexual heights he did, and still does on a weekly, sometimes daily basis.
It's been over two years now since I first entered that motel room and in that time I've serviced him and his cock well past what we owed him in money. Yet I cannot stop visiting him, and I cannot stop being whatever he wants from me sexually, at anytime of the day he wishes it.
My husband knows how I got the money and he also knows who it's off. And he's fully aware I had to give it/sex out to pay off our debt. What he doesn't know, is it was paid off months ago and that I'm still enjoying my texts "10AM or 1PM or 5.45PM or MIDNIGHT". I and my husband know what they mean, and I lie and say it's only months away until it's all over. He smiles tells me I'm doing it for the family. Then I drive over to get my fix of huge cock and sexual domination.
It was for the money. Now it's for the amazing sex and my lovers needs.
There were two men I could have turned to. One being my father, but shame and embarrassment of marrying someone he thought of as "Fucking useless". The other, a large mixed race hustler who loaned out expensive money. I stupidly I thought at first, chose the hustler.
Food, the ability to get my husband off his ass, and the chance for him to start his own business, all challenged me to make the deal. My husband to his credit, did make a fantastic go of building a business, and we soon moved out of the shitty home we were living in. Even my father was impressed.
The price for the start we needed, along with with regular payments back to him, was to submit to any form of sex the mixed race gent wanted.
My husband. Five feet eight inches tall. A hundred and thirty pounds. A five and half inch cock and stamina sexually for about half an hours sex.
The mixed race gent. Six feet three inches tall. One hundred and eighty pounds of pure muscle. And a cock that measures nearly nine inches long. He also can fuck for as long as your able to take his thick meaty cock, in all of your holes.
I first learned this on our first occasion sexually, as he took me to sexual Nirvana and back again, over and over again. In the motel room, I was taught precisely what he wanted and liked and then was made to teach myself and my body to give him EVERYTHING.
I'd had a threesome in my younger days and had had sex with a guy who's cock was larger than my mixed race lover. But no one had ever made me reach the sexual heights he did, and still does on a weekly, sometimes daily basis.
It's been over two years now since I first entered that motel room and in that time I've serviced him and his cock well past what we owed him in money. Yet I cannot stop visiting him, and I cannot stop being whatever he wants from me sexually, at anytime of the day he wishes it.
My husband knows how I got the money and he also knows who it's off. And he's fully aware I had to give it/sex out to pay off our debt. What he doesn't know, is it was paid off months ago and that I'm still enjoying my texts "10AM or 1PM or 5.45PM or MIDNIGHT". I and my husband know what they mean, and I lie and say it's only months away until it's all over. He smiles tells me I'm doing it for the family. Then I drive over to get my fix of huge cock and sexual domination.
It was for the money. Now it's for the amazing sex and my lovers needs.
