[Damp Kitten]

The Painful Truth

(Sequel to Hotel Blacked)
All characters are eighteen or older

I give Andy every opportunity to make up for his 'short' comings, but the more guys who fuck me, the smaller he seems to be. He's still agitated over those black guys that kept me in their hotel room for hours with no word as to where I was located. Of course, they knew what they were doing. I told them repeatedly I needed to get back.

"My husband will be worried," I said. They laughed and kept banging my brains out. Apparently, they had never heard of a white guy watching black guys fuck the shit out of his woman. They looked up cucking on the internet while they plowed my white pussy to pieces - becoming educated about hotwives as the evening progressed.

The teenagers noticed Andy watching me through the fourth-floor window when they first started screwing me in the hotel parking lot, each wondering aloud how my husband could hand over his young wife to strangers.

“I handed myself over,” I told them.  “He likes to watch me get what his pathetic Caucasian cock can’t give me.”  Those guys left me a mess on the doorstep of my hotel room four hours after I disappeared - no keycard, no clothes, no shower. Cum was oozing from my twat and my shit hole. Even after a tubal, I had grating concerns I’d been bred. 

Andy told Brandon about what happened, and it turned into a major stink. Brandon was madder at Andy than me. I was pissed that my husband said anything at all. It wasn't any of Brandon's business what I do in a hotel during my vacation.  I don’t owe my boy toy any explanations.

Brandon thinks he owns me as a sidepiece, and I guess that’s true… in a way. He couldn't give two shits about what he does to me in front of my hubby or how my hubby might feel or react. He's accustomed to getting me when and wherever he cares to have me so long as the kids are out of the picture.


It's crazy that a nineteen-year-old boy cucks me in front of my 34-year-old husband, but the dude is seven inches taller and works out every day. He's more of a load than my hubby can handle. Andy can't control or compete with him.

Brandon came over after we returned from our North Carolina trip.  He was spitting nails about my tryst with those black guys on the way to the beach. I was totally caught off guard. I had to escort him into the backyard because little ears could hear everything he was saying. That's when he told me that Andy had messaged him, complaining I was slutting out with black guys. I almost blew a gasket.  What husband texts his wife’s lover to rat her out about sex with superior men?

Once the children were safely in bed, the three of us had a meeting in the master where I keep most of my equipment. I told Brandon that Andy's account of that night was a lie... that I didn't seduce anyone or even agree to have sex with those guys. Of course, I was fibbing on purpose because I knew it would light Brandon's fire.

My midnight version of the events in question blamed my husband for the whole damn thing - letting me walk down the hall alone to get ice while he snoozed in our bed like a prince. "Those black boys picked me up and carried me to the parking lot where they insisted that I unlock the truck. They rummaged around for valuables and took what they wanted, then fucked me like a dog on all fours."

Andy vehemently objected, but Brandon believed me. "It was rape," I told him. "And my husband jerked off while he watched from our fourth-floor hotel window. He spewed cum on the glass. I saw it when I finally escaped back to my room."

Brandon easily wrestled Andy to the floor once our argument began to turn physical. I cuffed my husband’s hands behind his back and tied his ankles together with Velcro while Brandon held him down. I keep all kinds of bondage equipment in my bedroom dresser, easy to access in case of emergency. There’s also an eight-inch stainless hunting knife for protection against intruders.

I jerked Andy's shorts to his knees and slid the blade beneath his nut sack, resting his tiny testicles on the cool mirrored surface. "Nobody's interested in your lies or your bullshit, so keep your trap closed until it's time to clean me up."

Andy’s eyes nearly popped from their sockets.  He wasn’t sure if I was serious, but he could tell I was angry.  “One smooth zip from this sharp edge, and your worthless little balls will drop feebly to the floor like two pads of butter.  I wonder what excuse we can think up for such a terrible accident?” I smiled mischievously at Brandon and tapped Andy’s dangling marbles with the bright, shiny metal. He was starting to get an erection.

“Go ahead and get it up,” I chuckled. “It makes it easier to cut it off.  Besides, I want you hard while you watch Brandon fuck me.”


Brandon wanted to screw me up the ass after hearing how the black boys sodomized me brutally. He didn't have much trouble getting in. They had loosened me up good a week earlier. A little lube and two fingers had me ready in minutes. He penetrated me balls deep, doggy style like a professional. Thankfully, he took his time and didn't rip me like those teens at the hotel. Once he shot his big load, he slipped out of me slowly. I felt his seed dribbling down my perinium, circling around the lips of my pussy.

"Get busy," I told my husband. Brandon helped by shoving Andy's face into my crack. "Lap it all up like a good little cuck." It was the first time my hubby had ever cleaned me up after anal. I could sense the hesitation and loved it when Brandon forced him to comply. "Put your tongue up my ass," I demanded. I could tell that my anus was gaping wide open, and I pushed the semen out of my chute into his waiting mouth. "Eat it up," I ordered, elated to hear him gulp it all down.


I wasn't done. One of my biggest fantasies since I started seeing Brandon was to make my husband suck my lover's cock. Brandon has always resisted, and Andy adamantly refused. This night was different. At least Brandon was willing to consider it. Maybe it was because he was so pissed about Andy watching complacently while his wife was getting raped... as if my husband could seriously do anything about it.
 
Brandon had to conquer his homophobic complex. "You always come twice," I whispered in his ear, rubbing his bare chest as he stood there dripping. "This is what they do to the new guys in prison. It's not homo, Brandon. It's domination. I want you to be my hubby's new daddy."

Brandon let me rub Andy's lips with the tip of his cock, smearing on the pre-cum like sunblock. I was so damn excited that his dick had been deep up my butt. "Open your mouth and take it," I told my hubby. "If you bite it, I'm seriously going to cut off your balls and stuff them down your throat." He allowed me to push it in.

I put one hand on Brandon's ass and the other behind my husband's head, guiding the two together until my boyfriend was fucking my husband's eager mouth. It wasn't like deep throat, but it was better than I ever imagined. "Yeah, suck that big dick," I instructed. "Work your tongue around the bulb and massage those taste buds against his frenulum."

I must admit, I found it necessary to rub my hard clit. I needed to climax so badly! "Don't stop until he creams in your mouth," I warned.

I kissed Brandon and played with his nipples while I circled my pearl to the rhythm of his cock pistoning in and out of Andy's oral cavity. "Come on," I urged the teenager. "Dump it."

As Brandon groaned, I watched my husband try to handle the hot jets. Jizz was gushing out the corners of his mouth. It was so fucking rad that I made myself climax and squirted across my husband's sweet face. Brandon and I were coming together. It was perfect.


"Lick his shaft clean," I told hubby after my boyfriend had finished. Andy couldn't get that huge cock all the way in his mouth, so he had more cum to accommodate pasted down the length of that thick, glistening root. "Get all that ass juice and semen off his pipe." I came again watching him lap up the residue. Spunk was smeared on my husband's face, dripping down his chest.

"Lick his scrotum," I finally insisted, lifting Brandon's semi-erection so my husband could do a better job. "Suck those heavy balls that made me pregnant when you couldn't. Worship them like I do." Each testicle by itself was almost too big for my husband to handle.  He could barely open wide enough as I shoved them inside, first one and then the other until those massive dangling orbs had been serviced to my satisfaction.

When it was over, I had Brandon retrieve the small cock cage that I keep in my bedside table. It's been quite a while since I've used that on Andy. It was actually purchased by Stephanie, his previous demonic mistress.

I put the cage on my husband's dick which, incredibly, is so small that it still allowed room for two vibrating eggs that run remotely using my phone. "You will wear this tomorrow at work," I told him, locking the thing up with a key. "I know the eggs might make you leak in your pants, but I plan to keep you swollen for most of the day. Your balls are going to ache, Andy. I don't care who hears the buzzing or sees the wet spot your crotch."

The next morning, I confiscated his underwear.

[To-Get-Her]

Sorry for taking so long, got way behind in both writing and reading

Nasty thought- what would you do if someone found the frequency to the eggs and turned them off, figured out how to open the cage lock and gave him relief! Wouldn't that ruin your hold om him?

Another interesting story that is rarely seen on this site! Worthy of another merit from me!

[Damp Kitten]

Sorry for taking so long, got way behind in both writing and reading

Nasty thought- what would you do if someone found the frequency to the eggs and turned them off, figured out how to open the cage lock and gave him relief! Wouldn't that ruin your hold om him?

Another interesting story that is rarely seen on this site! Worthy of another merit from me!

LOL... where in the world to you think up these questions?  Don't worry, nobody figured out he was in a cage or that I was buzzing his balls at work.  I tried to time my interactions appropriately.  I don't need my sugar daddy to lose his job.  Thank you, babe!