March 18, 2024


Vixen Banks: The Amazingly Talented, Weird but Devious Couple [Part 2] (18+)

 

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Vixen Banks: The Amazingly Talented, Weird but Devious Couple [Part 2] (18+)

It’s been three weeks after our fateful ordeal with the men in black and my marriage has virtually hit the rocks!

Waking up from my fuck induced stupor on that fateful night with the full glare of Tunde’s malevolent glare like a knife in my guts, I hurriedly got off the cum soaked floor. Ours was the only car I could see with no sight of our assailants. 

I made to walk but my legs couldn’t support me and I fell. My husband didn’t even move a muscle and just kept watching me balefully.

After much struggle and a lot of deeply drawn breath, I finally managed to get back on my feet and take tottering walks to the car. My gown was nowhere to be seen and I was stark naked and I could feel leftover cum leaking from my pussy in a thin trickle down my thigh. 

I got into the car without a word. Looking at the dashboard clock, I saw it was past 4 am. The guys had fucked me for over three hours and I enjoyed every single second of it, to my dismay. I even relished having one dump his cum inside me.

Without a word, Tunde got into the car, which started after some initial coughs and splurts and with a dented fender and broken headlamps we managed to get home relatively safely without a word said between us. 

I scurried nakedly inside our flat and rushed straight to the bath. To wash off the guy’s cum still dripping from my aching pussy and soak my used body in hot water, wanting to wash away the cops from my body. 

Alas, this was impossible since the longer I stayed in the bath, the more my imagination ran wild and all I could do was see visions of that giant of a cop slamming deep inside me. I unconsciously let out a moan as my hands strayed to my swollen labia and distended clit to finger myself. 

Just a touch and I found myself having a mini orgasm.

‘How did I get here? I found myself asking. What had been meant to celebrate a big win for my husband Tunde, turned into a nightmare. My husband had won a big contract he has been gunning for, for over six months. To celebrate, we decided to go to a club and have a double celebration as that week was also our fifth anniversary of marriage. 

We had decided on just two kids which we had in quick succession. My first was four and the second, over two.

The night was supposed to be a raunchy one so I had dressed in my shortest red dress and decided not to wear anything underneath. No bra, no pants. 

I had one too many drinks and around midnight when I was flashing my heavy boobs and puffy pussy lips at all and sundry, Tunde decided we leave for home. 

I was by then too horny from the drinks and a few joints we had shared with a couple.

I initially sat on Tunde’s cock immediately we got into the car and was humping on him. I needed a cock and didn’t care if it was in the open or not. Tunde on the other hand was more reserved and kept urging us to get home first. 

I reluctantly got off his cock and sat demurely in my seat as we drove home. But I couldn’t take my hands off his cock and so kept playing with it and when the urge became unbearable, I took out his turgid cock and covered it with my wet slutty mouth. Tunde had just deposited a large quantity of cum down my throat when I heard the crashing sound. We had crashed into a police patrol car as Tunde’s orgasm made him lose control of the car. The rest you know.

I sighed and finally got out of the bath and went into the bathroom. Tunde just sat sprawled on the couch and refused to say a word to me. We’ve been like that for the past three weeks now. He doesn’t eat my meals, doesn’t touch me. 

He doesn’t even look at me. We are like complete strangers. I’ve tried everything possible to communicate about that night with him but no show.

The worst part now is that I believe I’m pregnant and I know if it’s true it’s not my husband’s because we’ve been practising safe sex since my second child. The gap between my second and first is about a year so we both agreed to use condoms until we make up our minds on whether or not to go for permanent birth control. 

My boobs are heavier than normal and I’ve been throwing up. These are my usual symptoms.

Tunde walked in on me throwing up three mornings ago and just looked at me meaningfully before walking back out. So I suspect he knows. Damn! What do I do?

I finally made up my mind to have it aborted. I already have an appointment with my doctor for the next day. 

Last night Tunde walked into the bedroom that I had been sleeping alone in for the past three weeks. He sat in the chair and looked at me. I felt elated, thinking my ordeal was over when I got a shocker

‘Whore, as from now onwards, here are a few ground rules that you must abide with, in this house.’ he said

‘Tunde!!!!!! I gasped ‘How can you call your wife a whore?’

‘hahahahahahahahahaha’ he laughed sinisterly 

‘You call yourself a wife? After that night?’

‘But you know it’s not my fault. There was nothing I could do about it’ I protested

‘Yes, there was nothing you could do about it’ he affirmed 

‘But did you have to like it so much? Did you have to beg them to fuck you hard? Did you have to wrap your legs around their waist?’ he ended with a shout 

‘You loved every single minute of it and we both know it.’

There was nothing I could say to his accusations as I knew he was right. I loved and enjoyed every single moment of it and in my heart of hearts, I knew all along that was why my husband was angry and couldn’t forgive me. I looked down in shame, nothing to say.

‘So whore, as from today, I will treat you like the whore you are. You will obey all of my instructions and do my wishes. For your information, I know about the pregnancy and your appointment with doctor Jude. You will not abort that pregnancy until I want you to’ Tunde instructed.

‘Please. I beg you. I beg you with everything……’ I started pleading

‘Shut the fuck up bitch’ he shouted 

‘If you disobey me, I will tell everyone what you did and take my two kids with me out of the country, believe me when I say you will never see them again’.

At that I kept quiet. I dot on my kids and he knew I was usually afraid of scandal. Both threats got me good. So I just sat there and nodded.

Tunde, my love of over eight years then walked up to me, and threw off the towel he had around his waist to reveal a hard cock. He then took a condom from the pack by the bedside drawer, wore it and pushed me on the bed on my hands and knees. 

He kneed my thighs open and pushed me, face down. 

Without any ceremony, he shoved his cock deep inside my pussy. Despite the suddenness of it my body still reacted by pushing back at him as a guttural groan escaped my lips.

‘See the whore you are?’ he asked 

‘You enjoy being fucked hard, treated like a slut. I thought you were a lady. If I had known you were a whore, I would have treated you like one long ago.’

I groaned and moaned into the pillow. His dirty words were doing things to my body. They were sending me places. I didn’t know I loved dirty sex but I guess I do as I moaned like a contented kitten and pushed my cunt back at him, meeting him thrust for thrust as he called me names, unprintable names but I loved them all.

‘Whore, slut. Cum dump. I’m going to make sure you are used to my satisfaction. You love prick, right? I will so get you fucked by all and sundry that you will have cum coming out of your mouth by the time they are done with you’ he promised while slamming into me

‘Nggggggggg, yessssssssssssssssssssss, fuuuuuucccccckkkkkkkk meeeeeeeee’ I begged and screamed as his words and action in my pussy stoke fire inside me. ‘yessssssssssssssssssssss’

‘definitely I willllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll’ he grunted as with a mighty slam he came into the rubber and pulled out of me before I could climax

‘pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee’ I begged 

‘Make me cum, let me cum, do anything you want but please make me cummmmmmm’ I begged, trying to turn around to face him and to put my fingers in my sopping wet pussy, which he slammed away.

Suddenly, I saw him grab something from under the table and before I knew what it was he had shoved it deep inside my pussy and was pushing it further and further in. I didn’t care what it was as it was giving me the desired feeling I wanted. 

My pussy was full to over brimming and I was a wreck as I pushed back to meet the thrusting hand.

‘you like this right, bitch? He asked as he thrust the thing faster and faster into me

‘yessssss, yessssssssss, yesssssssssssssssssss’ I panted, getting nearer and nearer to my orgasm. Wanting to feel used. 

Loving the feeling of helplessness, reliving that moment when that cop was drilling me with his monster cock. 

‘take it then’ he said and pushed deeper than ever before causing my climax to overcome me as I came massively and my pussy clenched on what was fucking me hard and giving me that bizarre pleasure.

‘aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh’ I screamed and collapsed after that massive orgasm. 

Minutes later, I raised my face from the bed and saw Tunde looking down on me disdainfully as he threw a massive cucumber onto the bed landing inches from my face. 

The smell assaulting my nose was enough to tell me that was what my husband had used on me. 

‘Go freshen up bitch. We’ve got guests coming. This is just the beginning of your new life’ he says and walked out leaving me all flushed and still basking in the massive orgasm I just had.

Despite the tears streaming down my face, my pussy still tingled from the imagination of what he had in store for me and I had a mini orgasm.

Written by Vixen Banks

 

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