The man hesitated a second and then ignored the question and went back to what he was doing.

"Stop that, leave it alone." The demand was now louder accompanied by a push of her small hand, trying to dislodge the fingers working at the metal button on the front of her jeans.

Harry Wilson paid her no heed. He was determined to see how far he could go with his young daughter, Pam. Besides, her mother Lily was at work at the real estate agency. Harry knew she'd be gone until after six in the evening what with the open house and then the after daily wrap back at the office. Lily loved her job a lot more than she did taking care of her family. They could count on a bucket from the colonel for Saturday dinner, Lily hated to cook as much as she hated doing housework. Probably the only other thing she hated worst of all was allowing Harry to stick his long cock in her pussy with any frequency. At least, not more than once every three or four months over the last year.

Harry Wilson strongly suspected she might be getting a little outside the home. He knew she had a hot box, she couldn't keep her legs closed for the first eight years of marriage except when she was about to spit out Harry Junior and then Pam. At age five she went to work at Mathew's Realty of Bellville and shortly after that the hot box went cold.

Harry at first was frustrated but after a while he found the receptionist/secretary at his used car dealership was willing to trade lunches two times a week for a trip to the Shady Nook motel down the street. Once there she allowed Harry to wallow in her ample pussy, driving his long cock in again and again as she moaned effectively, telling him what a hot fuck he was and not to hurt her with that huge cock of his while glancing at her Timex over his shoulder.

Again, Harry felt used, the sexual nooners a trade for the secretary's two successive raises in a three-month period, causing the arching of eyebrows on the rest of the sales staff and back office help. Fuck 'em, it was his dealership and he could give out raises wherever he wanted. Cindy was married anyway with a daughter and two young boys even if her husband was currently pursuing a divorce. She wasn't interested in another marriage after this one went bust, nor was she in interested in Harry's cock, considered only slightly adequate in her opinion, nor in a long-term relationship that might result in the breakup of Harry's marriage to Pam.

Her primary interest unknown to Harry and the immediate cause of her pending divorce was the more than adequate cock of George Wembly, the ex-football lineman from Fremont U. who worked the afternoon shift on Friday and all day Saturday and Sunday. George more than made up for Harry's mediocre cock and her husband's rather normal six and a half incher. George was the proud owner of ten and a half inches of solid black cock and he never hesitated in spending all of the three lunch hour days he worked driving his big black cock in and out of little Cindy's overstuffed box at the same motel his boss used on Mondays and Wednesday.

Cindy had never had a Black man before and found their manner of love making fascinating. Revolving between treating her like a queen at times and like the biggest slut in the world in the motel bed, she'd experienced the most mind-blowing orgasms of her life at the hands of the Black lover.

"Go ahead you honkey bitch, suck that bog hunk of black meat like you know I like it. Get it further down that white throat, choke on it. You fucking skuzzy ho, bet you'd love for that little piss ant of a husband to see you with almost a foot of black cock jammed down your throat or in that hot pussy of his, wouldn't you?"

"MMMfffhhh," she mumbled agreement, her mouth full of cock.

"What 'fo you trying to say cunt, don't 'cha know it ain't polite to talk with yer mouth full. Stupid honky bitch, keep it up and I'm gonna jam my Johnson up that tight tailpipe of yours just like I threatened you before."

Pulling the cock out of her throat where his strong black hands had pulled her face and forced the long cock to go, she sputtered, "No, please, you're way too big. I've never had anal sex, I think it's horrible and perverted."

The six foot six Black man laughed a deep laugh as he kneeled on the waterbed, the blonde wife on her belly in front of him, her body raised by both pillows under her small tits on the motel bed, her face wet with her saliva and the juice that had leaked from the big cock.

"How old that kid of yours now? What's her name, Missy?"

"What, why are you asking about my Missy. She's only eight, don't talk about her."

"Eight but almost nine right? About the right time to find out about sex. Maybe she needs to have her fine little ass plowed by something like this?" he grabbed his thick cock at the midpoint and waggled it in front of Cindy's red face. "I seen that tight littler butt cheeks on her when you brought her by the dealership last Sat' day. Hmmm, hmmm, looked good enough to eat, sure did. Butt looked ready for plowing. Maybe if Momma won't give me none, I'll go to the garden and see what I can pick. You'd be amazed at how far a kid that age's butthole will stretch, a lot more than that tight puss on her. Think I may be able to get almost every inch up there, end up tickling those pale little cheeks with the wiry hairs on my crotch, ummm ummm." ......(cont)