Mean Cuckold #02, Scene #03

Karen Fisher sits on the bed like a useless lump next to her limp-dick husband. The stacked blonde isn’t even wet, and Jimmy Broadway’s tiny prick isn’t helping any. Then the door slams open and Dirk Huge fills the frame, all muscle and dark skin, here to collect on Jimmy’s loser bet. Karen’s eyes light up like someone flipped a switch. “A bet’s a bet,” she snaps, voice sharp as she drops to her knees. Her heavy tits swing free as she yanks down Dirk’s zipper and frees a thick black cock that slaps her cheek. “Holy fuck, look at this thing,” she laughs, tongue already swirling the fat head while she talks. “Jimmy, baby, you really thought you could compete with this?” She climbs onto her husband’s chest, smothering his face with her huge ass until his nose is buried between her cheeks. Her mouth stays busy—slurping, gagging, drooling long strings of spit down Dirk’s shaft every time she pulls off. “Taste that black dick through my spit, you little bitch,” she hisses, grinding her wet pussy across Jimmy’s mouth. The smell of sex and sweat fills his lungs. Dirk’s hands grip Karen’s wide hips, fingers digging deep as he slides into her from behind. The bed frame shakes with each thrust; the wet slap of skin echoes against Jimmy’s muffled whimpers. Karen rocks back, her massive cheeks rippling, and keeps trash-talking right above her husband’s face. “Goddamn, that tiny white worm of yours would disappear in this cunt, Jimmy. Watch how a real man stretches me open.” Dirk grunts, slams in balls-deep, and starts to cum. Thick ropes paint Karen’s ass, dripping down her crack and onto Jimmy’s lips. She reaches back, scoops a glob of spunk, and shoves it into her husband’s open mouth. “Swallow the proof, cuck,” she moans, still rocking on the softening cock inside her.