Penelope slept deeper than she had in weeks, her body heavy and spent, limbs tangled in the sheets. When sunlight finally crept across her bedroom, she rolled onto her back with a slow, satisfied sigh, feeling the delicious soreness in every muscle—a reminder of everything Jonathan had done to her the night before. She stretched, a smile playing on her lips. There was no guilt, just a deep, humming contentment, her skin tingling with memory.
The phone buzzed on her nightstand, and she glanced at the screen to see Clark’s name. She answered, slipping into her role so easily it almost made her laugh. “Hey, honey!” she greeted, voice bright and sweet, all sunshine and perfect-wife cheer.
Clark sounded cheerful too, a hint of sleepiness in his voice. “Hey, gorgeous. I hope you slept okay. Jonathan texted me last night—said he had to come over and check on you. Everything all right?”
Penelope grinned, biting her lip as she remembered Jonathan’s hands, his mouth, the way he’d taken her—how utterly used and owned she’d felt, how much she’d loved it. She forced a light laugh. “Oh, yeah! It was nothing. The neighborhood kids have been pranking houses again. I thought I heard something, but it turned out to be just some dumb teenagers messing around. Jonathan was a total sweetheart for checking up on me, though.”
Clark let out a relieved chuckle. “That’s good. I’m glad we’ve got such good friends so close by. Makes me feel a lot better knowing you’re taken care of.”
Penelope’s eyes glinted with secret delight, her voice never wavering. “Me too, babe. I really am lucky,” she replied, her smile growing as she stretched, every sore muscle reminding her exactly how good of a friend they had.
As she chatted with her husband—light, loving, and picture-perfect—she lay back against her pillow, a satisfied, secret smile lingering on her lips, ready to enjoy whatever the day—and her new arrangement—might bring.
Penelope snuggled deeper into the comfort of her sheets, her voice growing softer, almost wistful, as she talked to Clark. “I miss you so much,” she told him honestly, letting just a hint of longing color her words. “It’s not the same here without you. I can’t wait for you to come home, babe.”
Clark let out a warm, loving laugh, and she could picture the way he’d smile—fond, a little teasing, always a touch possessive. “I miss you too, Penny. It’s way too quiet here without you. Only two more days, and I’ll be home—and believe me, I plan to make up for lost time. I can’t wait to get my hands on you… and in you.”
Penelope flushed, smiling into the phone, loving the ache and the anticipation curling low in her belly. “Mmm, is that a promise?” she teased, voice turning playfully sultry. “Because I’ll be waiting for you. Maybe I’ll wear something just for you… or maybe nothing at all.”
He groaned softly on the other end, obviously loving her tone. “God, I love you. You’re going to be the death of me, woman.”
She laughed, all sweet affection and secret thrill. “I love you too. Hurry home, Clark.”
As the call ended, Penelope’s heart felt light and perfectly balanced between the two worlds she inhabited—wife, friend, lover, secret. She lay in bed a moment longer, grinning to herself, her body still humming with the memory of last night and the anticipation of what was yet to come.
Penelope finished her call with Clark and, feeling perfectly sated and deliciously daring, slid out of bed and padded to the shower. The warm water soothed away the last traces of sleep, but not the ache deep in her body—a reminder of Jonathan’s hands, his mouth, his possession.
She took her time, letting the steam wrap around her, then dried off and looked at her reflection with a smirk. Today, she decided, was not a day for modesty.
She curled her long red hair into wild, messy ringlets that spilled down her back and brushed right against the top of her ass, the look both chaotic and sensual. Then she sat at her vanity and carefully applied her makeup—sharp, smoky eyes and those signature bold red lips that made her green eyes pop and her pale skin glow.
For the finishing touch, Penelope slipped on a pair of black heels, the height accentuating her toned calves and long legs. Naked but for the heels and a little mischief, she strutted down the hallway, pausing by the window to bask in the sun—breasts full and high, nipples peaked, every inch of her ready and on display for any lucky neighbor who might pass by.
She poured herself a cup of coffee, sauntering from kitchen to living room, feeling the breeze of the AC caress her bare skin, delighting in the exhibition. Every movement was a little slower, a little more deliberate, just in case Jonathan’s eyes were on her.
Penelope couldn’t help but let her hips sway a little more as she pranced through the sunlit kitchen, the cool tile under her heels making each step feel both decadent and dangerous. The morning light bathed her skin, highlighting every curve and freckle, her bold red lips curling into a mischievous smile as she lifted her coffee to her mouth.
She heard her phone buzz on the counter and picked it up, anticipation already tickling her spine. The message from Jonathan flashed on the screen:
“I see my slut has fully accepted her role.”
A thrill ran through her. She glanced toward his house, wondering if he was at his desk, blinds tilted just enough for a perfect view.
Penelope tapped out a reply, her fingers flying, her body humming with excitement:
“I’m just giving my master a proper show. Wouldn’t want you to forget who I belong to.”
After a pause, she added,
“Maybe I’ll have to ‘drop’ something and bend over. Make sure you’re watching, sir.”
She hit send, giggling wickedly to herself, then took another slow, luxurious sip of coffee—every inch of her body on display, every moment charged with the thrill of being seen and completely owned.
“Dana’s still home this morning. I can’t give you what you need just yet, baby. But don’t worry—I’m going to deliver something for you to play with. Be a good girl and wait for my surprise.”
Penelope pouted theatrically at her phone, then turned to stand by the kitchen window, letting the sunlight spill over her naked body. She lifted her phone, snapped a sultry shot—hips cocked, breasts out, red lips in a perfect pout, heels still on, her hair wild and tumbling down her back. With one hand, she cupped her breast, the other holding the phone, and let a frown tug her mouth just enough to look spoiled and needy.
She tapped out a reply, attaching the photo: “That’s cruel, Jonathan. My sore body remembers exactly how it felt to be stretched around your big cock… and it needs more. Your toy might help, but nothing compares to the real thing.”
Penelope’s heart fluttered as the doorbell echoed through her quiet house. She glanced at her reflection—hair still wild, makeup flawless, body still gloriously bare beneath the silky black robe she hastily knotted at her waist. Every nerve tingled with anticipation as she made her way to the door, unsure what—or who—she’d find on the other side.
She opened it to find a man she’d never seen before. He was massive—well over six feet, broad and imposing, with shoulders that filled the doorway and biceps straining against the sleeves of his fitted black polo. His skin was the deep, glowing shade of melted dark chocolate, and his green eyes seemed to sparkle with mischief, curiosity, and something more. The sharp, masculine scent of his cologne hit her first, making her breath catch, her thighs press together instinctively.
He held a large box, easily cradled in one arm. His deep, velvety voice vibrated through her, straight to her core. “I have something for a Penelope, from Jonathan,” he said, flashing her a dazzling, knowing smile. “It’s a bit heavy—want me to set it down for you inside?”
Penelope blinked, pulse thumping, trying to look composed as she nodded, stepping aside. “Yes, please—thank you,” she replied, her voice softer than she intended.
He stepped inside, moving with the easy grace of someone used to his size and strength. As he passed her, the scent of his cologne and the heat of his body sent a new thrill racing up her spine. He placed the box carefully on her coffee table, then turned back to face her, eyes lingering just a moment on the sliver of bare thigh revealed beneath her robe.
She felt her face flush, a slow, wicked grin forming as she drew the robe a little tighter, but not enough to hide her curves. “Thank you for the delivery. And, um… what’s your name?”
He held her gaze, a slow smile playing on his lips. “Marcus,” he rumbled, voice low and confident. “Jonathan said you’d know what to do with what’s inside. If you need any help—just let me know.”
Marcus didn’t leave right away; instead, he lingered just inside the door, his big frame filling the entryway, eyes never straying far from Penelope. She felt his gaze on her—steady, hungry. She stepped to the coffee table, fingers trembling as she flipped open the box. Right on top was a folded note in Jonathan’s familiar handwriting. She read it aloud in a breathless whisper:
“Put on a show for me, baby. Make me proud.”
Her eyes went wide, cheeks flushing hot as she looked beneath the note and found a professional-grade camera, a sturdy tripod, and a few mysterious accessories. Her mind instantly conjured visions of what Jonathan wanted: her, naked, exposed, caught on film in every delicious, depraved detail—and the gorgeous, imposing man in her living room ready to play his part.
When she looked up, Marcus was watching her, his green eyes glinting with anticipation and challenge. He stepped closer, his presence somehow filling the whole space, and leaned down just a little—voice velvet, low, with a teasing edge. “You know what to do with all this, Penelope? Or should I take it back to Jonathan?” There was a sly, respectful quality to his question, the kind that invited her to say yes without pressure but made it clear what he hoped she’d choose.
Penelope held his gaze, her heart thundering in her chest. She let her robe slip just a little, exposing the bare curve of one breast, boldness and nerves sparking in her belly. “I know exactly what Jonathan wants,” she replied, her voice steady and just as teasing. “But… I might need some help making sure it’s a show he’ll never forget.”
Marcus’s slow smile told her everything she needed to know—he was a gentleman, yes, but today he’d be anything but gentle.
Marcus picked up the camera and tripod with effortless strength, his broad back and powerful arms making the simple act look commanding. Penelope led him upstairs, the silk of her robe whispering over her bare skin as she ascended ahead of him, knowing he was watching every step.
They entered the master bedroom—hers and Clark’s. Sunlight poured in through the windows, illuminating the carefully made bed, the rich colors of the comforter, and, all around the room, photos of her and Clark together: wedding smiles, anniversary dinners, candid moments of laughter and love. Penelope let her eyes wander over each frame, but the thrill inside her only intensified. There was no guilt—just a wild, trembling excitement that had her blood singing in her veins.
She perched herself on the edge of the bed, crossing her long, bare legs, the robe parting just enough to reveal smooth thigh and a hint of hip. Her hair spilled around her shoulders in glossy, wild curls, her bold red lips slightly parted in anticipation.
Marcus moved with quiet confidence, adjusting the tripod, checking the camera’s angle, making sure the lens captured every inch of the bed, and, by design, the happy photos on the wall—Jonathan’s instructions followed perfectly. His big hands were careful but efficient, the professionalism in his manner only making the heat in the room more dangerous.
When everything was set, he looked over at her—his eyes hungry, his mouth curving into a slow, approving grin. “You look incredible, Penelope,” he rumbled, voice low and dark. “Jonathan’s a lucky man. You ready to make him proud?”
Penelope smiled back, the bold, wanton glint in her eyes matching his. She uncrossed her legs, letting the robe slip open just a little more, her body perfectly poised and on display. “I’m ready,” she said, her voice trembling with anticipation and delight. “Start the camera, Marcus. Let’s give him a show he’ll never forget.”
She glanced at the wedding photo above the bed, then back at Marcus, excitement thrumming through every inch of her shameless, hungry body.
Marcus finished adjusting the tripod, the camera’s small red light now blinking steadily—recording. He turned toward her, filling the room with his height and presence, black polo stretched across his broad chest, eyes smoldering with raw intent. He stalked toward her with the slow, deliberate grace of a man who knew exactly the effect he had—every inch of him pure, dangerous temptation.
He stopped in front of her, towering over her petite frame even with her heels on. His deep, velvet voice sent a fresh pulse straight through her core. “You ready to be a good girl for me, Penelope?” he rumbled, one brow lifting as he gazed down at her with teasing dominance. “Since you’re such a slutty little wife… you’d better be on your best behavior for me. Got to show me—and Jonathan—what a good girl you can really be.”
Without breaking eye contact, she slid her robe from her shoulders, letting the silk pool at her feet. Her full, heavy breasts swayed with the motion, nipples already peaked, her pale, soft skin glowing under the light of the camera. She let her hands rest at her sides, offering him her bare, perfect form without a trace of shame.
Her smile turned downright wicked. “I’ll be the best girl for you, Marcus,” she purred, voice rich with playful submission. “Whatever you want… I’ll do it. I want Jonathan to see just how good his little slut can be.”
Marcus’s eyes darkened, the grin tugging at his mouth full of promise—and hunger. He reached for her then, ready to begin exactly the kind of show Jonathan had requested.
Marcus’s green eyes burned into hers as he closed the space between them. His big hands slid to her waist, pulling her closer, and then he leaned down, capturing her mouth in a hard, hungry kiss. His full lips were hot and demanding, the taste of him making Penelope moan softly against him. Her lips parted willingly, her tongue slipping out to meet his—and he didn’t hesitate, deepening the kiss until their tongues tangled, slick and slow, her breath catching in her throat.
She melted into him, hands resting against the solid heat of his chest, her naked body pressed to his clothed strength. Every inch of her tingled at the contact—his mouth, his hands, his sheer size making her feel owned already.
Without breaking the kiss, Marcus slid his big palms down, gripping her bare, fleshy ass in both hands. He squeezed hard, lifting her slightly on her toes, groaning deep in his throat as he pulled her against him. “Mmm… damn, Penelope,” he growled softly between kisses, mouth hot against her neck now as he kissed and licked his way down her throat, biting lightly at her pulse. “That body… no wonder Jonathan can’t get enough of you.”
“Now,” he said, eyes locked on hers. “Go lay on that bed. Legs spread wide for me.” He nodded toward the camera, already recording. “Let’s give Jonathan the show he asked for.”
Penelope’s breath hitched, her heart pounding with excitement as she obeyed, stepping back toward the bed—knowing the real show was about to begin. Marcus reached down and peeled off his polo in one fluid motion, tossing it aside. Penelope’s breath caught in her throat as her eyes raked over him—his chest broad and hard, muscles cut deep, arms thick with power, skin gleaming dark and smooth like molten chocolate. His abs flexed with every movement, each muscle carved to perfection.
Her thighs pressed together instinctively, breath quickening as her lips curled into a wicked grin. She bit her lip, voice sultry and breathless. “God, Marcus… you’re so fucking sexy. Just watching you walk toward me like that… you have no idea how wet I am for you.”
Without breaking eye contact, he dropped to his knees at the foot of the bed. His large hands wrapped firmly around her hips and thighs, dragging her down the bed until her ass was at the edge, legs parted, her slick center just inches from his hungry mouth. He leaned in, his heat washing over her bare skin.
“You’re soaked already,” he murmured with a dark chuckle, his breath ghosting over her inner thighs. “Such a filthy little wife… lying here in your marriage bed, dripping for me. You want my mouth, baby? Want me to taste how wet you are for another man?”
He began pressing open-mouthed kisses along her thighs, his lips and tongue slow, teasing, working higher with every word, every stroke of his hands. “I’m gonna make you cum on my tongue before you even beg for my cock.”
Penelope trembled beneath him, heart racing, her body aching with need as she spread her legs wider, ready for everything he was about to give her.
Marcus didn’t waste another second. With a low, hungry growl, he buried his mouth between her thighs, tongue plunging deep as he devoured her with raw, unrestrained hunger. His lips sealed over her slick folds, tongue lapping and curling through her soaked heat, no teasing—just pure, focused pleasure.
Penelope let out a high, breathless squeal, her hands flying to his smooth, shaved head, fingers tangling tight as her back arched off the bed. “Oh fuck—Marcus!” she cried, hips thrusting up to meet his mouth, needing more, chasing every flick and suck of his relentless tongue. “God—you’re gonna make me cum already! Fuck, yes—just like that—don’t you dare stop! Oh my god, you eat this pussy so good!”
Marcus groaned against her, the deep vibration sending shockwaves through her core. He gripped her thighs tight, pulling her closer, locking her in place as his mouth worked her over and over—tongue circling her clit, then plunging deep again, drinking her in greedily.
Penelope’s loud, filthy words filled the room, echoing off the walls. “God, Jonathan better be watching this—fuck—watching your hot mouth fuck my pussy! I’m your fucking slut, Marcus—your filthy, cum-drunk whore—yes, yes, yes—make me fucking scream for you!”
Her body writhed beneath him, thighs trembling, pleasure building fast—Marcus wasn’t letting up, and she was already spiraling toward that edge. Marcus growled low in his throat as Penelope thrashed beneath him, her words only fueling his hunger. He slid two thick fingers into her slick heat, burying them deep, curling just right to stroke her sweet spot with each thrust. At the same time, his mouth locked onto her clit, sucking hard, tongue flicking fast and relentless. The pleasure hit her fast and brutal, the combination of his thick fingers and skilled mouth too much to resist. Her body seized up, her thighs clamped around his head as she screamed out her release—loud, shameless, dirty. “Fuuuck—I’m cumming! Oh god—yes—yes! That’s it! Fuck me with your mouth! Fuck—yes, yes!”
Marcus kept going, fingers driving deep, mouth locked tight to her clit, pulling every last pulse and tremor from her, making sure she gave him everything. The bed shook beneath her as her orgasm crashed through her—wild, shaking, unstoppable.
He didn’t stop until she was breathless, wrecked, her body trembling, her skin flushed and glistening—her voice gone hoarse from screaming her filthy pleasure for the camera.
Marcus finally eased the pace of his thrusting fingers, curling them deep one last time before slowly sliding them out of her still-clenching, soaked heat. He looked up, green eyes burning, lips glistening with her arousal, and flashed her a slow, wicked grin. Her chest heaved, breath coming in ragged pants, body still shaking from the orgasm he’d pulled from her so ruthlessly.
Marcus’s voice was a low rumble, dark and full of praise and filthy knowing. “Mmm… you taste fucking amazing,” he growled, licking his lips. “No wonder you’re so eager to spread these legs for anyone that’s not your husband. A pussy this sweet? Shame to keep it all to one man.”
Penelope whimpered softly, her body flushed and aching, her thighs still trembling from how hard she’d just cum—but her eyes locked on him, hungry, knowing exactly what was coming next.
Marcus rose to his full, towering height, standing at the edge of the bed. With no rush, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his black pants and slid them down, letting them drop to the floor.
Her breath caught again—because there it was: thick, long, and achingly hard, his beautiful black cock heavy in his big hand as he gripped the base and stroked slowly. It throbbed with need, veins standing out, the head glistening, perfectly shaped and ready to ruin her all over again.
Marcus grinned down at her, stroking himself lazily as he watched her flushed, needy reaction. “You ready to take this cock now, pretty wife?” he rumbled, voice full of filthy promise. “Gonna make sure you remember this… long after your husband’s back in this bed.” Marcus stroked his thick cock slowly in his hand, eyes burning as he watched Penelope on the bed, still flushed and trembling from her orgasm. His voice was deep, rich, full of quiet command.
Heart racing, Penelope shifted forward on the bed, rising onto her knees. Her curls tumbled down her back, and those bold red lips curved into a wicked smile as she crawled closer, eyes flicking between his face and the hard length in his hand. Marcus brought his cock to her mouth, the swollen tip glistening just inches from her lips. He slid it slowly across her mouth, smearing a little of her lipstick on his skin, the sight making him groan low in his throat.
“Damn,” he rumbled, voice thick. “That red’s gonna look so good all over my cock. Gonna ruin that pretty lipstick—mess you up nice and slow.”
Penelope parted her lips, tongue flicking out, eager to taste him, her eyes wide with want, ready to obey every filthy word.
Marcus’s grip tightened around the base of his cock as he slid it across her lips again, smearing more of that bold red onto his thick length. He groaned low, eyes locked on her. “Yeah… just like that. You know how fucking sexy you look right now? Gonna have those soft lips stretched around me, lipstick ruined, mouth full of cock—fuckin’ perfect.”
Penelope moaned softly, her tongue swirling around the tip, tasting him, eager for more. Her hands slid up his thighs, nails lightly scraping his skin as she pressed in closer, wanting to please him, to give Jonathan the show he’d asked for.
Marcus chuckled darkly, voice full of heat and praise. “Good girl. Take your time. I wanna watch you work for it… nice and slow.”
He let go of his cock and cupped her jaw in one big hand, guiding her open wider, easing himself past her red-stained lips. The head slipped into her mouth, and her moan vibrated around him as she began to suck—slow, deep, her tongue swirling as he fed her inch after inch.
Marcus groaned again, head tipping back for a beat, then looked down, voice rough with pleasure. “That’s it. You look so fucking good with my cock in your mouth, baby. You’re gonna make Jonathan real proud.”
Penelope moaned around him, her mouth stretched wide, tongue working eagerly—but Marcus was thick, too thick for her to take all the way. After a few deep sucks, her hands slid up between them, wrapping around the base, both fists working to stroke what her lips couldn’t reach. Saliva slicked her lips and chin as she bobbed her head slowly at first, stroking him with both hands in a twisting rhythm. The red of her lipstick smeared across his thick shaft, just as Marcus had promised.
“Fuck yes, baby,” Marcus groaned, eyes dark as he looked down at her. “Look at that. Lips stretched, hands workin’ me—Jonathan’s gonna lose his mind watching this. His good little whore kneeling on the bed her husband sleeps in… mouth full of another man’s cock.”
“Mmm—you’re so big, Marcus. Can’t even fit you all the way… fuck, I love it. Love having your cock in my mouth… want you to fuck my throat, use me—God, it’s so fucking good…”
Marcus growled low, grabbing a fistful of her red hair to guide her rhythm, hips rolling slow and deep. “That’s right, baby… You know you love this. You’ll never be satisfied with that cock of your husband’s again—not after this. Gonna have you addicted to this dick. You’ll be beggin’ for it—beggin’ me to come back, fill you up.”
He slid deeper, her jaw straining, spit dripping down her chin as her hands kept working the slick shaft. Penelope whimpered, loving every second, hips shifting with need as she took him in again and again, eager to give him the perfect, filthy show Jonathan had ordered. Marcus gripped her hair tighter, winding the fiery curls around his fist. With slow, steady force, he guided her down farther, feeding more of his thick cock past her lips. Penelope moaned, jaw stretched wide, her tongue pressed flat as she let him take control.
Marcus groaned low, voice dark and full of praise. “That’s it, baby—fuck, you look so damn sexy with my cock in your throat. Chokin’ on it… eyes waterin’, spit runnin’—just the way I like it.”
Penelope whimpered around him, her eyes wide, tears threatening to spill as her throat flexed and worked to take him deeper. She couldn’t fit all of him—not even close—but her hands pumped what her mouth couldn’t reach, twisting, stroking in time with her bobbing head.
Marcus watched, breathing harder, hips rolling in slow thrusts as he used her mouth. “You’re fuckin’ perfect like this, baby. Look at you—your husband’s little wife, kneelin’ here, gaggin’ on another man’s cock. Bet you’ll be thinkin’ about this every time you kiss him.”
A ragged, wet moan rumbled from Penelope’s throat—whether from his words or from the raw need building in her body, even she couldn’t tell.
Penelope’s lips glistened with spit, her chin wet, red lipstick smeared across her cheeks. Determined, she shifted her angle and took a breath through her nose, pushing herself down deeper onto Marcus’s thick cock. Her throat tightened as the head pressed further in—still too big to take it all, but she was hungry for every inch she could manage.
Marcus groaned, voice raw with pleasure as her hands kept working the base—stroking, twisting, squeezing, her palms slick with spit. Her throat fluttered around him as she gagged softly again, but didn’t stop, moaning around him instead.
“Fuck, baby…” Marcus growled, green eyes burning as he looked down at her. “Look at you—look so goddamn good with my big, thick black cock in your mouth… stretched so wide, drooling all over me. I can’t wait to stretch your little white, creamy pussy on it.”
His grip in her hair tightened just enough to steady her, letting her keep working at her own pace—her lips sliding up and down, her hands stroking the rest, her tongue swirling greedily around the sensitive head every time she pulled back.
Penelope’s eyes fluttered closed for a second, overwhelmed by the mix of filthy praise, the ache in her jaw, and the deep, throbbing need between her thighs. But when she looked back up at Marcus, her gaze was glassy with hunger, her mouth still stretched around his cock as she moaned and pushed for more.
Marcus groaned low in his chest, pulling his slick cock from Penelope’s mouth with a wet pop, watching the strings of spit stretch from her lips to his thick length. Her red lipstick was ruined, smeared beautifully across her flushed face, eyes wide with need.
He cupped her jaw with one big hand, stroking his thumb across her cheek, looking down at her with that wicked, commanding grin. “You’re such a good little cocksucker, baby,” he rumbled.
Marcus let his fingers slide into her hair—not rough, but firm—and tilted her head back. “Come on,” he said, voice low and dark with intent. “Let’s make sure that camera catches the desperate look in your eyes while you beg me to fuck you.” He guided her by her hair—not yanking, just enough to lead her, to keep her where he wanted her—walking her slowly to the center of the room, right in front of the camera. Her bare heels clicked softly on the floor, her body trembling with excitement, her skin flushed with heat.
Marcus stepped back, stroking himself lazily as he looked her over. “On your knees, pretty girl. Look at that camera. Show Jonathan how much you need it.”
Penelope dropped down, chest heaving, her ruined red lips parted. She turned her gaze to the camera, her voice breathless and filthy:
“Please… please, Marcus… I need more. I need your cock—need to be filled. I can’t get enough. Jonathan, you wanted a show? Here it is—look at your little whore, begging for more black cock. Please—fuck me. Use me. Fill me. I need it so bad…”
Marcus groaned at the sight of her—naked, eager, desperate on her knees, putting on a show for the man who sent him to fill this girl with as much cum as she could handle.
Marcus gave a dark chuckle as he watched her kneeling there, begging so sweet and filthy for the camera. Without a word, he grabbed the chair from her vanity—dragging it with one hand to face the camera perfectly. He dropped into the seat, cock thick and hard in his grip, green eyes locked on her.
He patted his broad thigh, voice a low command. “Come ride, baby. Let’s show Jonathan just how badly you need it.”
Penelope shivered, breath catching as she stood on trembling legs, her body flushed with need. She stepped toward him, her hips swaying with every step—heels still on, curls spilling wild down her back.
Marcus guided her with a firm hand, turning her so her back faced him—her front, her perfect curves, exposed to the camera. “Reverse cowgirl, baby,” he rumbled. “Want Jonathan to see how well you take another black cock while your husband is gone. Jonathan wants to see you filled with so much of my cum that you’re leaking for days.”
She straddled him, one knee on either side of his thighs, her hands braced on his knees, presenting her full, round ass to the lens. Marcus groaned, one big hand gripping her hip as the other stroked his cock slowly, dragging the thick head through her slick folds, gathering her wetness.
He rubbed himself along her slit again and again, coating his cock in her arousal, making her shudder and gasp. Then, with a firm grip on her hips, he began to guide her down, the thick head pushing into her tight heat, slow and steady. Penelope moaned long and low, sinking down inch by inch, her back arching, her ass pressing against his thighs as he stretched her open, filling her deep.
Marcus groaned as Penelope slowly sank all the way down onto his thick cock, her slick heat stretching around him, taking inch after inch until her ass was flush against his thighs. His big hands gripped her hips tight, steadying her, feeling the way she trembled—body greedy and aching, needing every bit of him.
“Fuck… that’s it, baby,” he rumbled, voice dark and low. “Look at you—stuffed full while your poor husband’s off working his ass off. You’re sittin’ here, dripping on my cock… can’t even wait for him to come home.”
Penelope let out a breathless moan, her body shuddering as she sat fully impaled on him, the stretch making her clench helplessly. Her chest heaved, red lips parted, her thighs trembling from the deep fullness.
Marcus rocked his hips up once, slow and deliberate, then pulled her back down, making her feel every thick inch. He kept it slow—deliciously slow—controlling her pace as his grip on her hips guided her. “That’s right, baby. Take it nice and slow. Let that camera catch every second of you ridin’ another man’s cock in your husband’s bedroom.”
Penelope whimpered, her hands bracing on his knees as he started to make her bounce—up, down, slow and deep—her ass slapping softly against his thighs. Each movement forced a needy moan from her throat, her body already slick and wanting more.
“You’re such a needy little slut, aren’t you?” Marcus growled, eyes dark as he watched her ass bounce for the camera. “Can’t get enough—cravin’ cock the second your man’s gone. You love this… love bein’ used… stretched out. Nothin’ makes you wetter than gettin’ ruined by a cock like this.”
Penelope’s breath hitched, her moans turning filthier, her body eager now—bouncing harder with each guided thrust. “Y-yes, Marcus—fuck… I love it! Love being a cock craving slut… fuck, so full—so good—don’t stop… please, don’t stop!”
Marcus grinned, tightening his grip, slowing her again just to torture her with the thick stretch, grinding her hips down on him. “Oh, I’m not stoppin’, baby. You’re not goin’ anywhere. Gonna keep you right here, bouncin’ on this big black cock—gonna fuck you slow till you’re beggin’ to be filled.”
The camera caught it all—her flushed skin, the way her ass bounced with each thrust, the perfect curve of her back, the look of pure, wanton hunger in her eyes as Marcus worked her over, slow and filthy.
Marcus’s grip on her hips tightened, fingers digging into her soft skin as he started to drive her faster—lifting her, making her bounce on his thick cock. The wet slap of her ass hitting his thighs echoed through the room, the camera catching every filthy, perfect angle.
“Yeah… just like that, baby,” Marcus growled, voice rough with pleasure. “Bounce on it. Show me how bad you need to be fucked. Look at you—so desperate, so hungry.”
One big hand slid up from her waist, wrapping around her heavy, bouncing breast. He squeezed, fingers teasing her swollen nipple, groaning as her moans got louder, more shameless.
“Fuck… these perfect tits, this body,” he snarled, thrusting up into her harder now, making her cry out. “You were made for this. Made to take any black cock that Jonathan sends to you. Just look at you—already dripping when I showed up. All I had to do was walk through that door and this sweet little pussy was ready for me.”
Penelope gasped, her head falling back, hands gripping his thighs as he used her. “Yes—Marcus! I was… I wanted you the second I saw you! Needed it—need this—need you to fuck me… use me!”
Marcus grinned darkly, his voice full of heat as he drove her harder, faster. “That’s what I thought. Just a greedy little slut—ready to be fucked, used, bred. And you’re not gonna get enough. You’ll be beggin’ for more… beggin’ for me to come back and wreck you all over again.”
Her body was on fire—ass bouncing wildly in his lap, tits jiggling in his grip, every deep thrust dragging her closer to another screaming release. Penelope couldn’t stop the cries spilling from her lips—her body shaking, tits bouncing wildly as Marcus drove her faster in his lap. Her hands clawed at his thighs, her head tipped back as she moaned for the camera, voice loud and wanton:
“Fuck—yes—yes! I love it! Love being used! Love getting fucked like this—can’t get enough! Love being whored out for all your boys !”
Marcus’s eyes burned, sweat slicking his chest as he watched her losing it, the perfect filthy sight of her riding him, her flushed skin gleaming for the camera. With a low growl, he wrapped his arms around her waist and stood in one smooth, powerful motion—lifting her easily off the chair.
Before she could catch her breath, he bent her forward over the bed, her ass high, face and heavy breasts swaying for the camera. He lined up behind her, thick cock still buried deep, and slammed into her with hard, claiming.
Penelope screamed, gripping the sheets, hair falling wild around her face as she looked toward the camera—moaning between every brutal stroke:
“Yes—fuck me! Use me! I love it—love being your slut! Fill me with your cum! Shoot deep in my womb!! Harder—don’t stop!”
“Look at you, baby… so fuckin’ beautiful right now. Face down, ass up, beggin’ for this cock. That’s what you wanted, isn’t it? Wanted to be used—wanted to give this camera a good long look at this perfect, greedy body.”
He reached forward, grabbing her hair, pulling her head back so her flushed, wild face stayed in the shot as he fucked her deep, relentless.
“Say it, baby. Tell that camera how bad you want it—how much you love gettin’ fucked like this. Tell the camera how you love being Jonathan’s breeding whore.”
Marcus laughed darkly, pounding into her harder now, his cock slamming deep with every thrust. Her body jolted forward, tits swaying wildly for the camera, skin flushed and slick with sweat.
“Goddamn,” Marcus growled, voice thick with heat, “look at you… mouth open, eyes rolled back, getting fucked stupid in your own bed. You love this shit, don’t you? Love getting used. Love giving that camera a nice, long look at how desperate you are.”
Penelope could only moan—loud, raw, filthy. The pressure built fast, the rough stretch of him driving her closer and closer until she broke apart completely. Her orgasm crashed through her, her whole body trembling as she screamed out, voice hoarse:
“Fuuuck! I’m cumming! Oh god—Marcus! Yes—yes—yes! Fuck, I love it! Love being used!”
Her tongue lolled from her mouth, eyes glassy as her body jerked under him, her voice spilling into the room in broken, needy cries.
“Please—please—please, Marcus! Fill me—cum inside me—please, I need it—need you to fill me up! Fill my womb with your hot cum! Breed me!”
Marcus groaned, cock throbbing deep inside her as he gripped her hips tighter, fucking her through every pulse of her release, loving the sound of her desperate, filthy begging.
“Fuck, baby… that’s what I wanna hear,” he snarled, slamming into her harder. “Beg for it… beg for me to fill this greedy pussy up.”
Marcus’s grip on her hips turned bruising as he slammed into her faster, harder, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. Her body jolted under him, her heavy tits swinging with every ruthless thrust, her cries echoing for the camera.
“Fuck, baby,” he growled, voice rough and feral, “this pussy’s squeezing me so damn tight. Grippin’ me like it doesn’t wanna let go. You love this—love getting used like this, don’t you?”
Penelope’s mouth hung open, drool slipping from her lips as she moaned louder, words spilling out between ragged breaths:
“Yes—yes—Marcus! I love it! Love being used—need you—need you so bad! Please—don’t stop—fuck me—use me!”
Marcus threw his head back, groaning deep in his chest as he drove into her faster, pounding her into the mattress.
“Goddamn, this greedy little pussy—milkin’ my cock like you were made for it. Look at you—bent over, beggin’ for it, takin’ it all.”
Penelope sobbed with pleasure, her voice breaking as she kept pleading through gasps and screams:
“Please—please, Marcus—give it to me—need it—need all of it—please—fuck me—harder—yes, yes—!”
Marcus let out a loud, guttural groan, his body tensing as he hammered into her, faster, deeper, losing himself in the heat of her, in the filthy sight of her trembling, begging for him between cries. His rhythm turned savage, primal, every thrust rocking her forward, her voice rising with him—both of them crashing toward the edge, wild and unstoppable. He shoots his load deep inside her, almost never ending stream of cum deep inside of her sweet, sweet pussy.
Marcus’s grip on her hips turned brutal, fingers digging into her soft flesh as he drove into her faster, deeper, each thrust a savage, claiming stroke. The bed rocked beneath them, the wet slap of his cock pounding into her slick, clenching heat filling the room.
Penelope’s voice was wrecked now—hoarse, breathless, still pleading between gasps and cries:
“Please—please—don’t stop—use me—need it! Need more! Goddamn—don’t you ever fucking stop!”
Marcus’s breath came ragged, a deep growl rolling from his chest as he slammed into her again and again.
“Fuck, baby… you’re gonna take every fucking bit of this,” he snarled, hips snapping harder. “You hear me? This tight little pussy—grippin’ me so good—squeezin’ the life outta my cock. You’re not gonna stop till I give you all of it.”
Penelope screamed for him, face red with how much she’s screaming for more, her ass slamming back against him with every ruthless thrust—body hungry, desperate, needing to be drenched in cum.
“Take it—take everything,” he growled between ragged moans, still slamming into her, unable to stop, lost in the heat of her body and the filthy, desperate way she begged for him.
Penelope’s cries rose again, raw and wild, her body shaking beneath him—needing more, taking everything he gave her. Marcus’s grip on her hips loosened as his thrusts finally slowed, breath ragged in his throat. He reached out with one hand, flicking the camera off with a quick tap—no more show. Now, just her and him.
He slid his arms around her waist, keeping her close, still buried deep inside her, her body trembling, slick, flushed. Without pulling out, he guided them both down onto the bed, lying on their sides, keeping her full and pressed against him.
Marcus’s big hands roamed her soft skin, stroking her hip, her stomach, up to her breasts—gentle now, full of praise. His lips brushed her ear as he whispered low, voice warm and rough:
“Goddamn, baby… you did so good. So fuckin’ perfect.”
Penelope let out a deep, sated moan, eyes fluttering closed as she melted into his arms, her body aching, full, used in the way she’d craved. “Mmm… Marcus… needed that so bad,” she breathed, head tipping back, lips seeking his.
Marcus answered with another soft thrust, deep and slow, the movement sending a delicious aftershock through her body.
They stayed like that—wrapped together, exchanging lazy kisses and soft, slow rolls of hips, basking in the heat still lingering between them, the afterglow wrapping around them thick and sweet.
Marcus stayed deep inside her, one strong arm draped over her waist, keeping her close, their bodies slick and tangled. Penelope lay against his chest, warm and sated, her thighs still trembling faintly with aftershocks.
Without pulling out, Marcus reached his big arm across her, grabbing his phone off the nightstand. He handed it to her with a dark, lazy grin, his voice a low rumble in her ear:
“Call Jonathan. Let’s let him hear what a good girl you’ve been.”
Penelope giggled softly, the sound breathy and sweet after everything they’d just done. She nuzzled back into him, hips giving a slow, teasing grind that made Marcus groan deep in his chest—his cock still thick and hard inside her.
With a mischievous smile, she unlocked the phone and pulled up Jonathan’s number. “Mmm… yes, sir,” she whispered, pressing the call button as her fingers traced circles over Marcus’s forearm wrapped tight around her waist.
The phone rang—once, twice. Marcus leaned in, pressing a soft kiss behind her ear, his voice rough with heat:
“Let him hear how wrecked you sound… how sweet this pussy still feels around me.”
Penelope moaned softly, lips curling in anticipation as they waited for Jonathan to pick up—her body still full, used, and eager for more.
The line clicked, and Jonathan’s deep voice came through the speaker, warm and curious:
“Penelope… I take it Marcus delivered my surprise.”
Penelope giggled softly, her voice breathy, still flushed from everything they’d done. She snuggled back against Marcus, who stayed buried deep, one big hand splayed over her stomach, keeping her close.
“Mmm… he did,” she purred, voice wrecked and sweet. “It was… perfect. You should’ve seen how he fucked me… how good it felt.” She let out a soft, satisfied moan, her thighs squeezing reflexively. “I’m still so full. Still throbbing.”
Jonathan’s low chuckle came through the phone, deep with pride.
“That’s my good girl. I knew you’d put on a show for me. And from what I’m hearing… you enjoyed yourself.”
Penelope’s smile widened, her voice turning playful.
“I loved it… needed it so bad. You were right—I can’t get enough. I feel so good right now, Jonathan. I feel ruined.”
From behind her, Marcus grinned darkly, kissing her neck. His hips gave a slow, deep roll—thick cock dragging inside her again, making her gasp softly into the phone.
Jonathan heard her catch her breath, his voice dipping lower:
“Oh? Sounds like he’s not finished with you yet…”
Penelope whimpered, voice going soft and filthy as Marcus began to thrust slowly, deep and steady—his hand on her hip, guiding her back against him.
“He’s not… mmm—he’s still inside me… fucking me nice and slow… god, Jonathan—feels so good…”
Jonathan groaned softly through the phone.
“That’s my girl. Let him use you. Let him keep that greedy little pussy full.”
Marcus’s thrusts grew a little deeper, a little harder, his voice low in her ear:
“Go on, baby. Tell him. Tell him how much you need this. How you’ll keep beggin’ for it.”
Penelope moaned loud enough for Jonathan to hear, her voice trembling with filthy need as she answered:
“I need it so bad… I want more… want to be used—again and again…”
Marcus kept thrusting into her—long, slow strokes—his thick cock gliding through her slick heat, still soaked from the first hard round he’d given her. Each deep roll of his hips sent fresh waves of pleasure through her spent, greedy body.
Penelope moaned softly into the phone, her voice wrecked, cheeks flushed as she snuggled deeper against Marcus’s chest.
“Mmm… Jonathan… it feels so good… having him fuck me like this… with his first load still inside me…”
She whimpered, hips pushing back against Marcus’s thrusts, her breath hitching with every slow stroke.
“I can feel it—so warm, so full—he’s keeping me stretched… god, I love it…love being your little breeding whore.”
From the phone, Jonathan let out a deep groan, voice thick with pride and heat:
“Fuck… you really are my perfect little plaything, aren’t you? Just lying there, full of another man’s cum, still taking more. You’ve made me so proud, Penelope.”
Marcus’s hand slid up her body, fingers teasing her nipple as his cock dragged deep and slow inside her. He pressed his lips to her ear, growling low:
“Tell him, baby. Tell him how much you need it. How you’ll take it any way we give it to you.”
Penelope gasped, voice trembling as she spoke into the phone:
“I need it so bad, Jonathan… I’ll take anything… any way you want… anytime. I want to be used… filled by so much huge black cock… again and again.”
Marcus groaned, thrusting deeper, harder, her words making his cock throb inside her. Jonathan’s voice came back low and dark:
“That’s my good girl. And you will be. Again… and again.”
Marcus’s grip on her hip tightened, and he started fucking her harder now—thrusts deeper, sharper, making her gasp and moan into the phone. Her body jolted with every stroke, her thighs quivering, the delicious fullness inside her driving her toward another peak even though they’d barely started again.
“Jonathan—fuck—he just started moving harder and—oh god,” she gasped, voice breaking on another moan. “It already feels so good—so deep—I feel like I’m gonna cum again already…”
Marcus groaned, slamming into her harder, the slap of his hips against her ass echoing in the room.
“Yeah, baby,” he growled low in her ear. “You know you love it—can’t get enough. Gonna cum again, just from being used like this.”
Jonathan’s voice came through the phone, thick with lust:
“Fuck… you’re such a good girl, Penelope. Listening to you getting fucked like this… you have no idea what you do to me. I’m stroking my cock right now—hearing how wrecked you are.”
Marcus laughed darkly, pounding into her faster, deeper, making her cry out loud enough for Jonathan to hear.
“Yeah, let him hear it, baby. Let him hear how good this cock feels. Let him hear how you beg for more.”
Penelope’s voice was raw and filthy now, barely able to catch her breath between moans:
“Jonathan—fuck—it feels so good—he’s so deep—I love it—I love being used—love being your good little slut—fuck—please—don’t stop—don’t stop!”
Marcus groaned behind her, his voice low and full of hunger:
“She’s gonna cum for us, man. Gonna make her scream for it.”
Jonathan’s voice came through the phone again, lower now—thick with heat, breath ragged as he stroked himself to her wrecked moans:
“Fuck… Penelope… I wish I was there right now. I’d be in front of you… cock in your mouth while Marcus fucks you from behind. Watching you get stuffed from both ends. You’d love that, wouldn’t you, baby?”
Penelope cried out, her head tilting back against Marcus’s chest, her voice shaking as he pounded into her harder, faster—hips slapping against her ass with loud, filthy sounds.
“Yes—oh god, yes—Jonathan—I’d love it! I want that—want you in my mouth while he fucks me—need it so bad—please—please—don’t stop—”
Marcus groaned low, hips slamming into her harder, the thick length of him dragging deep inside her soaking, clenching heat.
“Goddamn, baby—you hear yourself? Just beggin’ for more cock. You’re fuckin’ perfect.”
Jonathan let out a ragged breath through the speaker:
“You’re going to make me cum, baby. Listening to you get used like this—knowing you’d be on your knees for me while Marcus wrecks you.”
Penelope’s whole body was trembling, her cries rising as Marcus drove her harder, her pussy tightening with every thrust.
“Fuck—Jonathan—I’m gonna cum—can’t hold it—he’s fucking me so good—oh god—yes—please—listen to me—oh fuck I’m cumming!”
Marcus grabbed her hair, pulling her head back as he fucked her through it, growling deep in her ear:
“That’s it, baby—cum on this cock. Let him hear you. Let him hear how much you love being used.”
Penelope was shaking, body wrung out from her climax, but Marcus didn’t stop. His grip on her hips stayed firm, guiding her back onto his cock, fucking her deep and hard—using her just the way she craved.
Through the phone, Jonathan’s voice came again—low, rough, voice thick with heat.
“God… baby, I wish I could see you right now… watching Marcus fuck you like that… seeing how wrecked you are, how greedy you get. See how much cum we fill your needy pussy with. Little black cock craving bitch.”
Penelope moaned, her voice trembling but filthy:
“Yes—Jonathan—wish you were here—wish you were watching—wish you were fucking me too—please, I need more—I’ll take all of it—anything you want.”
Marcus groaned behind her, snapping his hips harder, making her cry out again.
“Fuckin’ love hearing you beg, baby,” he growled. “Just can’t get enough cock, can you? Little pussy’s still so tight—still squeezin’ me like you wanna be used all night.”
Penelope whimpered, pushing back against Marcus’s thrusts, her voice broken between moans:
“Please—please—don’t stop—need more—want to be used—want to be fucked—please—harder—more—”
Marcus leaned over her, one hand sliding up her chest to grab her breast, voice hot in her ear:
“Don’t worry, baby… I’m not stoppin’. Gonna keep this tight little pussy workin’ till you can’t even think straight.”
Marcus’s thrusts picked up again—deep, hard, relentless. The wet slap of his cock driving into her echoed in the room, mixing with Penelope’s loud, desperate moans. Her body jolted with every stroke, tits bouncing in Marcus’s grip, her legs trembling under the constant use.
Jonathan’s voice came through the phone, low and rough as he listened:
“Such a good girl… taking it so well. Letting us hear how much you need it.”
Penelope’s voice was wrecked now, high and needy between every hard thrust:
“Yes—Jonathan—yes—he’s fucking me so good—so hard—I love it—I love being used—please—don’t stop—need more—please—”
Marcus groaned, his cock dragging through her clenching, soaked heat, one hand grabbing her hair and pulling her head back so Jonathan could hear every ragged breath:
“Fuckin’ listen to her,” he growled into the phone. “She’s gonna cum again—can feel this pussy squeezin’ me already.”
Penelope sobbed, hips rocking back into Marcus, her cries rising as the pressure built again, faster this time—her body helpless under his grip:
“Oh fuck—Jonathan—I’m gonna cum—I can’t stop it—he’s fucking me so good—so deep—oh god—please—please—!”
Marcus snarled, slamming into her harder, faster, his voice filthy in her ear: “Cum for us, baby. Let it out. Let him hear you scream.”
And Penelope broke—another wild, body-wrecking orgasm tearing through her as she screamed into the phone, Jonathan’s name, Marcus’s name, desperate, filthy cries spilling out as her body shook around him, completely used and satisfied.
Marcus growled low, “Fuck… baby… this pussy’s still so tight… squeezin’ me… can’t hold back much longer.”
Penelope moaned brokenly, head falling forward, her voice wrecked as she begged:
“Please—Marcus—don’t stop—use me—need it—need you—please—”
From the phone, Jonathan’s voice came low and filthy, breath ragged: “That’s it, baby… take it… take everything he gives you. You sound so fucking perfect—taking that big cock. Told you I was going to breed you. Now take it.”
Marcus’s pace turned savage—hard, fast, deep—his cock thick inside her, driving her forward with every brutal thrust.
“Fuckin’ take it,” Marcus snarled, his voice guttural, hips slamming into her. “You wanted this—wanted to be used—now you’re gonna take all of it. Take all my fucking cum. I’m gonna fill this cunt to the brim.”
Jonathan groaned loud over the phone, voice rough with heat. “God—just listening to you… knowing how full you are… fuck, baby—love hearing you like this.”
Marcus let out a deep, feral groan, hips jerking harder, his breath ragged: “Fuck—baby—gonna… gonna give you everything—take it—take it—fuck—”
He drove deep, hard, burying himself to the hilt with one last rough thrust, groaning loud in her ear as his body tensed, cock pulsing deep inside her, his voice breaking: “Fuuuuck—take it, baby—fuck—”
Penelope moaned, body trembling, wrecked and full, voice weak but filthy, “Yes—Marcus—yes—god I love it—love being used—”
Jonathan’s voice came again, low and rough. “Good girl… my perfect little slut.”
Marcus’s grip loosened slowly, his big arms wrapping around Penelope’s waist as his hips finally stilled—still deep inside her, both of them slick and trembling. He leaned down, pressing a hot, slow kiss to the side of her neck, his breath heavy but soft now.
“You were perfect,” he murmured against her skin. “So fuckin’ good for me.”
Jonathan’s voice came through the phone—low, warm, rough with lingering heat:
“You did so good, baby. Took care of my friend so well… I’m proud of you.”
Penelope moaned softly into the phone, her voice hoarse but happy. “Mmm… anything for you, sir..I loved it.”
Marcus turned her head gently, capturing her lips in a slow, deep kiss—no rush, no show now, just raw want. Their mouths moved together lazily, tongues sliding, breaths mingling, while Jonathan listened on the line.
Jonathan let out a dark, satisfied chuckle.
“Hearing you like this… fucked out and so sweet… makes me want more, baby. You know this is just the beginning, don’t you?”
Penelope whimpered softly into Marcus’s mouth, her body shivering at the tease.
“Yes… anything you want…”
Jonathan’s voice dropped, slow and wicked, teasing her even as her body lay limp and used. “Good girl. Rest up. Because next time… I want to see you performing for more than man next time.”
