A hole in one…?
As Donna swung her BMW onto Golf Club Road and buried the gas pedal into the carpet, she was already planning what she was going to say to her husband. Ever since she’d got the “can you come pick me up from the golf club? I’m too drunk to drive…” text from him 30 minutes ago she hadn’t stopped scowling. His days golfing were meant to be her days of relaxing, gardening, lunch with the girls and whatever else she damn well wanted to do. Instead, she was acting like a chauffeur, doing Craig’s bidding.
He must already know he’s never going to hear the end of this, Donna thought as she reached the golf club and swung the car into the nearest parking space. Getting out of the car, her scowl got even more intense as she noticed Craig’s own Audi parked just two spaces over from her. He’d better have put his golf clubs in there already, Donna’s internal monologue got even angrier, there’s no way they’re going in my car after I’ve had it valeted. She walked quickly up to the clubhouse, ignoring everyone staring at her figure as she walked - she was too used to it to be flattered.
“Excuse me, ma’am!” A man’s voice called out to her and Donna looked round. A young black man, was waving his hand at her. He had on a set of immaculate white coveralls with sleeves rolled up, that contrasted against the black of his face and toned, muscular arms. He was obviously an employee of the club.
“You can’t park there,” he half-shouted at her from a distance, “that space is reserved for the Club President!”
This fucking club seems hell bent on pissing me off, Donna thought, before smartly responding “I’ll park wherever I want to park! And if you don’t like it, park the damn car yourself!” She threw the car keys in his general direction before walking up and into the clubhouse. She stormed through the clubhouse until she reached the terrace outside and saw her husband. Her scowl deepened even more when she saw the friends he was surrounded with - the ones she couldn’t stand.
“Craig,” she said to the back of his head. He turned around.
“Donna!” He exclaimed, “come, sit down, have a drink! You remember my buddies from the course?” All five of them raised their drinks at Donna, who didn’t even smile.
“I can’t have a drink,” she said, “because a) I’m driving, and b) we can’t stay, we have to get going. Come on.” She turned round to leave, but suddenly heard a cough from the table.
“Craig’s not going anywhere yet.” Bobby, one of Craig’s friends (and by far Donna’s least favourite of the whole bunch) had his hand planted on Craig’s shoulder, and he mimicked Donna’a voice as he spoke again “because a) this is guys’ time and we’re going to make the most of it and b) he’s the only one here who hasn’t bought a round yet, so he’s going to pay his dues, then you can do whatever you want with him!” He and the rest of the table laughed, though more nervously than Bobby. Donna glared at Craig.
“Is that how it’s going to be?” She said to him. Craig sheepishly shrugged, “fine,” Donna concluded, in such a way that meant it was absolutely not fine at all. She span on her heel and stormed back to the car. He can just get himself a taxi whenever he feels like. When she got to the car she reached around in her handbag for her keys, before the realisation hit her like a stone. She’d thrown her keys to some groundskeeper, and god knows where on this thousand-acre club he’s going to be. Donna decided she’d ask at reception and, her face red with embarrassment and anger, she turned round and headed back for the clubhouse. However, before she’d even made it to the clubhouse, she spotted the groundskeeper from a distance, joined by another black man, this one in a shirt and tie and wearing a green blazer.
“Hey!” Donna called to them, “I don’t suppose it’s possible to get my car keys back? I’m just about to leave now.” As the two men got closer and closer, she heard the groundskeeper say to the other guy “that’s her, dad - she’s the one that parked in your parking space.” As the two men got closer, Donna realised firstly how tall they both were and secondly how broad they both were. The third thing Donna noticed about them was how quickly they closed the distance to her before the man in the green blazer grabbed her by her hair.
“So you’re the white bitch who thinks it’s okay to park wherever the fuck you want?” He said, raising his voice during the sentence, “who even are you? You’re not a member here, I know that for damn sure.”
“D…Donna,” she stammered out, “my husband - Craig - he’s a member here, out on the terrace.”
“Craig? That motherfucker hasn’t paid his bar tab in weeks - that’s the wrong name to drop round here…” the club president laughed before turning to his son. “Come with me boy,” he said, dragging Donna across the parking lot, “I’m gonna show you how we make sure our debts are paid…” the two men strode across the parking lot, Donna half running to have to keep up with them. She could feel her heels suddenly change from walking on tarmac to soft ground and she struggled even more to stay on her feet as the three of them strode across grass. Suddenly the president forced Donna to her knees. She looked up and saw a flag waving, printed with the number “18” on it. She realised, in horror, that as well as the club president and his son, there were four astounded golfers on the green, still playing their round. The president turned to the golfers.
“If ya’ll want to stay being members of this club, then get the fuck out of here right now! Your round’s finished early and the 18th hole is shut for the next three hours…” Donna looked pleadingly for someone to help here, but the men all quietly shuffled off the course, so it was just the three of them.
“Now, Darnell”, the President said, “I’m going to need your help on this…” and he unzipped his pants, pulling out a huge black cock. Donna’s eyes opened wide in shock. She’d never seen a cock like that! It was at least twice the length of her husband’s, and looked to be at least as thick as her arm. The president kept stroking it as he spoke - “I want you to get behind this white bitch here and hold her arms back - ain’t no way she’s gonna escape this…” and Darnell stood behind Donna and grabbed her arms, pinning them to her sides. Donna briefly tried to struggle but with no success. The president stepped forward and grabbed Donna’s hair in one hand.
“Open wide, bitch,” he sneered, shoving his cock down her mouth. Donna’s lips stretched out over the thick black shaft as she felt it slide inside her mouth. She looked pleadingly up at the president who didn’t care, just kept pushing his cock down her mouth until she started to gag, spit flying out of her mouth. The president pulled his cock back and Donna was left gasping for air. He looked at his dick, seeing where she’d left a faint ring of lipstick round the shaft.
“Not bad, white girl,” he said, “but I know we can do better than that…” and he shoved even more of his cock down Donna’s mouth, fucking her throat harder and harder. He grabbed both sides of her head and held her in place as he thrusted in and out of her mouth, his balls slapping her chin as he pounded away. Darnell had stepped back and was watching in awe as his dad kept fucking Donna’s mouth. Donna could just make out, through her tear-filled eyes, Darnell getting his cock out and stroking it. It didn’t look as thick as his father’s, but was somehow longer. Donna also realised him stepping back meant her hands were free and she started slapping the president’s thighs to get him to stop. Eventually he pulled out and Donna fell to the floor, gasping for air, her spit pooling on the grass. .
“Hey dad,” Darnell said, stepping forward, “can I teach this white bitch a lesson too?” The president laughed.
“By my guest,” he said, before standing over Donna, who was still on all fours. He grabbed her by her jeans. Donna screamed and tried to escape, but by now Darnell was kneeling in front of her, his cock already poking out of his white overalls as he stroked it, staring at Donna hungrily. Although her main thought was to escape, Donna couldn’t help but see Darnell’s cock. Not as big as the president’s, but still obscenely long and thick, Donna knew she’d struggle to take that cock down her throat as well. If only Craig was more hung, I might have more success with this, she couldn’t help but think. Suddenly she heard a tearing noise behind her and realised the club president had ripped her jeans off her ass, leaving them in ruins around her knees. She screamed even louder, trying to get the attention of anyone at the club, but her screams were interrupted by Darnell’s cock invading her mouth.
“Shut up bitch,” he sneered, “I got another use for that mouth instead.” Immediately her screams became the sound of gagging as she got two thirds of Darnell’s cock down her throat before she couldn’t fit anymore, not that that stopped him. Meanwhile the President had also dropped to his knees behind Donna and, in one move, had ripped her panties clean off her. He laughed as he smacked her ass and threw her panties to Darnell.
“We should put these in the trophy cabinet!” He said. Darnell laughed as well and Donna could feel her face burning red. Any embarrassing thoughts, however, immediately disappeared when she felt the president’s huge cock pushing against her pussy. She cried out to stop him, but that just resulted in her moaning around Darnell’s cock, which made him moan in turn.
“Damn, fuck this throat feels good!” He said, grabbing Donna’s hair and fucking her mouth. Donna stared, through tear-filled eyes, at Darnell’s balls swinging below his cock, slapping her chin. Meanwhile the club president kept pushing his cock against her pussy until finally the head popped it and he began to moan and grunt as inch after inch of his cock slid inside her. Donna also couldn’t help but moan as she felt her tight pussy getting stretched out around the thick black shaft and her hands dug into the grass as pleasure and pain overwhelmed her. The president laughed at her reaction.
“Bet yo’ weak-ass husband isn’t making you make those noises,” he sneered until he finally bottomed out inside her pussy before grabbing her hips and thrusting in and out of her at the same pace his son was fucking her mouth. Donna knelt there on all fours as both men used her, fucking her hard. The president took his hands off her hips and smacked her ass, turning her cheeks red as they jiggled each time his cock slammed into her. Meanwhile Darnell had let go of Donna’s hair and slid his hands under her shirt, squeezing her big boobs through her lace bra, pinching her nipples. Donna squeezed her eyes shut to try and shut out the waves of pleasure, but she couldn’t help herself and soon started to cum, her whole body shaking as her pussy tightened round the President’s cock. She shoved Darnell back, his cock finally sliding out her mouth and she screamed out loud and hard, her hands giving way as she fell to the floor, her ass still in the air. The president didn’t stop fucking her through her orgasm, making it last even longer until finally she fully collapsed, gasping for breath. The president slapped her ass once more before sliding his own cock out of her.
“We ain’t done with you yet,” he said, getting to his own feet. He reached down and wrapped Donna’s hair in his hands and began walking her to Darnell, who was sitting back on the green.
“You’d better ride my son’s dick fucking good,” he carried on, pushing Donna’s ass down, smacking it a couple of times. Darnell lay there, stroking his cock as it pointed straight up at Donna’s pussy. She squatted just above it at first, and lowered herself down onto it. Both her and Darnell were moaning in pleasure as inch after inch of his thick cock disappeared inside her until finally it was all the way inside.
“Oh fuck,” Darnell moaned, staring in amazement at Donna’s body and his cock balls deep inside her, “I ain’t never had a white girl take all my dick like this…” Donna smiled at what he said and slowly gyrated on his crotch, revelling in how good he felt stretching her out, both of them groaning animalistically. Donna felt she was close to cumming again, until she felt the president’s huge, hard cock pushing against her asshole.
“N…no!” She started again, but this time Darnell grabbed her bra and ripped it off her, freeing her big boobs which he then slapped and pinched, shutting her up. The president laughed as he kept pressing his cock against her ass.
“That’s my boy,” he said, “shut this white ho up! She’s gonna take every inch of this big black cock and fuckin’ love it…” suddenly the head of his cock popped inside her asshole and Donna screamed, leaning forward to try and get away from him, but the president grabbed her arms and held her in place while he kept sliding his cock up her ass.
“Fuck,” both Donna and the president moaned together until finally he was balls deep in her ass. Donna could feel both their cocks rubbing together in her pussy and ass and she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to work through the overwhelming sensation of pain and pleasure. They started sliding their huge thick cocks in and out of her, working to fuck harder and faster, both of them grunting and not caring about Donna as she flailed her arms around, resting them on Darnell’s broad chest, before moving them to her bouncing boobs, then even reaching behind her to squeeze the president’s muscular ass.
“Knew you’d fall in love with black dick,” he growled in her ear, “work that ass on these big cocks, bitch.”
“Yes, sir,” both the president and Darnell stopped thrusting as Donna fucked herself on their huge cocks, sliding back and forth on them. Her huge boobs swung pendulously in Darnell’s face as he hungrily licked them and sucked on her nipples, making her moan even more. The president squeezed her big ass, watching it jiggle every time he smacked it, turning her pale ass red with handprints. Sweat was beading on all three of them as they fucked hard and Donna could feel herself about to cum again, until…
“Donna?” She opened her eyes and snapped her head at the noise. Turning round, she saw Craig, her husband, standing there, horrified at the sight he saw - his own loving wife fucking herself on two black strangers on the 18th green of his golf course! His buddies he had been drinking with were also standing there, open-mouthed at what they saw.
“C…Craig,” she began, struggling to form words as her orgasm got closer and closer, “it’s… it’s n…not what it l…looks…” her voice trailed off as her orgasm took over and she screamed loud and long, her body shaking as her holes tightened round both Darnell and the president. She stopped fucking them, staying where she was as she came hard, but the president grabbed her hips and hair and took over, pounding her ass as he looked over at Craig.
“It’s exactly what it looks like, white boy,” he sneered at her, “your bitch is getting fucked harder than you could ever manage, and all you can do is sit there and watch. Better keep your eyes on her ass,” he kept talking, his breath starting to run ragged, “this is the best part of the show.” He grunted twice, followed the two extra hard thrusts and he suddenly buried his entire cock in her ass. His cock exploded as his balls pushed up against her ass and Donna’s eyes widened as she felt him fill her ass up with hot cum. Although she wasn’t looking at him, she could hear Craig’s gasps in the background, almost drowned out by the president’s growling in her ear as he gave her ass one last, hard slap before pulling out. Donna just sat there, content on trying to catch her breath until she felt the president grab her by the throat and pull her off Darnell’s cock and push her to her knees, her thighs still quivering as she tried to stay upright.
“Darnell,” the president said to his son, “how about you show Craig here who really owns his white bitch…” Darnell got up and stood over her, stroking his huge dick which he aimed at her face. Donna couldn’t help herself and one hand reached out and fondled Darnell’s balls. She could hear Craig gasping again, begging her to stop, but she didn’t care - she’d spent what felt like hours getting fucked by these two huge black dicks, she warned her reward. Besides, it was his fault she was here anyway. She felt an anger towards him, which came out in the form of dirty talk she never thought she’d hear from herself.
“Give me every drop of that cum,” she said to him, still fondling his balls. She didn’t break eye contact with him as she knelt in front of him, the president’s cum starting to run out her ass. “You gonna cover this white bitch with your heavy fucking load? Empty those balls for me, big boy - I want to feel those hot ropes covering my face and big married tits…” she would have carried on but Darnell suddenly moaned and his cock exploded. He shot out so much cum, covering her face at first before he pointed his cock downwards onto her tits where he shot a few more ropes out, the veins on his cock pulsing with each thrust. Eventually he stopped cumming, his cock softening in his hand as rivers of sweat ran down his chiselled body.
Donna sat back on her heels and looked across at her husband, who had gone pale with horror. The president saw his reaction and walked over to him, his own softening cock swinging between his legs.
“Come on Craig,” he said, turning round and walking him back to the clubhouse, “thanks to the incredible efforts of your wife, I believe we can greatly reduce your membership dues…”
He must already know he’s never going to hear the end of this, Donna thought as she reached the golf club and swung the car into the nearest parking space. Getting out of the car, her scowl got even more intense as she noticed Craig’s own Audi parked just two spaces over from her. He’d better have put his golf clubs in there already, Donna’s internal monologue got even angrier, there’s no way they’re going in my car after I’ve had it valeted. She walked quickly up to the clubhouse, ignoring everyone staring at her figure as she walked - she was too used to it to be flattered.
“Excuse me, ma’am!” A man’s voice called out to her and Donna looked round. A young black man, was waving his hand at her. He had on a set of immaculate white coveralls with sleeves rolled up, that contrasted against the black of his face and toned, muscular arms. He was obviously an employee of the club.
“You can’t park there,” he half-shouted at her from a distance, “that space is reserved for the Club President!”
This fucking club seems hell bent on pissing me off, Donna thought, before smartly responding “I’ll park wherever I want to park! And if you don’t like it, park the damn car yourself!” She threw the car keys in his general direction before walking up and into the clubhouse. She stormed through the clubhouse until she reached the terrace outside and saw her husband. Her scowl deepened even more when she saw the friends he was surrounded with - the ones she couldn’t stand.
“Craig,” she said to the back of his head. He turned around.
“Donna!” He exclaimed, “come, sit down, have a drink! You remember my buddies from the course?” All five of them raised their drinks at Donna, who didn’t even smile.
“I can’t have a drink,” she said, “because a) I’m driving, and b) we can’t stay, we have to get going. Come on.” She turned round to leave, but suddenly heard a cough from the table.
“Craig’s not going anywhere yet.” Bobby, one of Craig’s friends (and by far Donna’s least favourite of the whole bunch) had his hand planted on Craig’s shoulder, and he mimicked Donna’a voice as he spoke again “because a) this is guys’ time and we’re going to make the most of it and b) he’s the only one here who hasn’t bought a round yet, so he’s going to pay his dues, then you can do whatever you want with him!” He and the rest of the table laughed, though more nervously than Bobby. Donna glared at Craig.
“Is that how it’s going to be?” She said to him. Craig sheepishly shrugged, “fine,” Donna concluded, in such a way that meant it was absolutely not fine at all. She span on her heel and stormed back to the car. He can just get himself a taxi whenever he feels like. When she got to the car she reached around in her handbag for her keys, before the realisation hit her like a stone. She’d thrown her keys to some groundskeeper, and god knows where on this thousand-acre club he’s going to be. Donna decided she’d ask at reception and, her face red with embarrassment and anger, she turned round and headed back for the clubhouse. However, before she’d even made it to the clubhouse, she spotted the groundskeeper from a distance, joined by another black man, this one in a shirt and tie and wearing a green blazer.
“Hey!” Donna called to them, “I don’t suppose it’s possible to get my car keys back? I’m just about to leave now.” As the two men got closer and closer, she heard the groundskeeper say to the other guy “that’s her, dad - she’s the one that parked in your parking space.” As the two men got closer, Donna realised firstly how tall they both were and secondly how broad they both were. The third thing Donna noticed about them was how quickly they closed the distance to her before the man in the green blazer grabbed her by her hair.
“So you’re the white bitch who thinks it’s okay to park wherever the fuck you want?” He said, raising his voice during the sentence, “who even are you? You’re not a member here, I know that for damn sure.”
“D…Donna,” she stammered out, “my husband - Craig - he’s a member here, out on the terrace.”
“Craig? That motherfucker hasn’t paid his bar tab in weeks - that’s the wrong name to drop round here…” the club president laughed before turning to his son. “Come with me boy,” he said, dragging Donna across the parking lot, “I’m gonna show you how we make sure our debts are paid…” the two men strode across the parking lot, Donna half running to have to keep up with them. She could feel her heels suddenly change from walking on tarmac to soft ground and she struggled even more to stay on her feet as the three of them strode across grass. Suddenly the president forced Donna to her knees. She looked up and saw a flag waving, printed with the number “18” on it. She realised, in horror, that as well as the club president and his son, there were four astounded golfers on the green, still playing their round. The president turned to the golfers.
“If ya’ll want to stay being members of this club, then get the fuck out of here right now! Your round’s finished early and the 18th hole is shut for the next three hours…” Donna looked pleadingly for someone to help here, but the men all quietly shuffled off the course, so it was just the three of them.
“Now, Darnell”, the President said, “I’m going to need your help on this…” and he unzipped his pants, pulling out a huge black cock. Donna’s eyes opened wide in shock. She’d never seen a cock like that! It was at least twice the length of her husband’s, and looked to be at least as thick as her arm. The president kept stroking it as he spoke - “I want you to get behind this white bitch here and hold her arms back - ain’t no way she’s gonna escape this…” and Darnell stood behind Donna and grabbed her arms, pinning them to her sides. Donna briefly tried to struggle but with no success. The president stepped forward and grabbed Donna’s hair in one hand.
“Open wide, bitch,” he sneered, shoving his cock down her mouth. Donna’s lips stretched out over the thick black shaft as she felt it slide inside her mouth. She looked pleadingly up at the president who didn’t care, just kept pushing his cock down her mouth until she started to gag, spit flying out of her mouth. The president pulled his cock back and Donna was left gasping for air. He looked at his dick, seeing where she’d left a faint ring of lipstick round the shaft.
“Not bad, white girl,” he said, “but I know we can do better than that…” and he shoved even more of his cock down Donna’s mouth, fucking her throat harder and harder. He grabbed both sides of her head and held her in place as he thrusted in and out of her mouth, his balls slapping her chin as he pounded away. Darnell had stepped back and was watching in awe as his dad kept fucking Donna’s mouth. Donna could just make out, through her tear-filled eyes, Darnell getting his cock out and stroking it. It didn’t look as thick as his father’s, but was somehow longer. Donna also realised him stepping back meant her hands were free and she started slapping the president’s thighs to get him to stop. Eventually he pulled out and Donna fell to the floor, gasping for air, her spit pooling on the grass. .
“Hey dad,” Darnell said, stepping forward, “can I teach this white bitch a lesson too?” The president laughed.
“By my guest,” he said, before standing over Donna, who was still on all fours. He grabbed her by her jeans. Donna screamed and tried to escape, but by now Darnell was kneeling in front of her, his cock already poking out of his white overalls as he stroked it, staring at Donna hungrily. Although her main thought was to escape, Donna couldn’t help but see Darnell’s cock. Not as big as the president’s, but still obscenely long and thick, Donna knew she’d struggle to take that cock down her throat as well. If only Craig was more hung, I might have more success with this, she couldn’t help but think. Suddenly she heard a tearing noise behind her and realised the club president had ripped her jeans off her ass, leaving them in ruins around her knees. She screamed even louder, trying to get the attention of anyone at the club, but her screams were interrupted by Darnell’s cock invading her mouth.
“Shut up bitch,” he sneered, “I got another use for that mouth instead.” Immediately her screams became the sound of gagging as she got two thirds of Darnell’s cock down her throat before she couldn’t fit anymore, not that that stopped him. Meanwhile the President had also dropped to his knees behind Donna and, in one move, had ripped her panties clean off her. He laughed as he smacked her ass and threw her panties to Darnell.
“We should put these in the trophy cabinet!” He said. Darnell laughed as well and Donna could feel her face burning red. Any embarrassing thoughts, however, immediately disappeared when she felt the president’s huge cock pushing against her pussy. She cried out to stop him, but that just resulted in her moaning around Darnell’s cock, which made him moan in turn.
“Damn, fuck this throat feels good!” He said, grabbing Donna’s hair and fucking her mouth. Donna stared, through tear-filled eyes, at Darnell’s balls swinging below his cock, slapping her chin. Meanwhile the club president kept pushing his cock against her pussy until finally the head popped it and he began to moan and grunt as inch after inch of his cock slid inside her. Donna also couldn’t help but moan as she felt her tight pussy getting stretched out around the thick black shaft and her hands dug into the grass as pleasure and pain overwhelmed her. The president laughed at her reaction.
“Bet yo’ weak-ass husband isn’t making you make those noises,” he sneered until he finally bottomed out inside her pussy before grabbing her hips and thrusting in and out of her at the same pace his son was fucking her mouth. Donna knelt there on all fours as both men used her, fucking her hard. The president took his hands off her hips and smacked her ass, turning her cheeks red as they jiggled each time his cock slammed into her. Meanwhile Darnell had let go of Donna’s hair and slid his hands under her shirt, squeezing her big boobs through her lace bra, pinching her nipples. Donna squeezed her eyes shut to try and shut out the waves of pleasure, but she couldn’t help herself and soon started to cum, her whole body shaking as her pussy tightened round the President’s cock. She shoved Darnell back, his cock finally sliding out her mouth and she screamed out loud and hard, her hands giving way as she fell to the floor, her ass still in the air. The president didn’t stop fucking her through her orgasm, making it last even longer until finally she fully collapsed, gasping for breath. The president slapped her ass once more before sliding his own cock out of her.
“We ain’t done with you yet,” he said, getting to his own feet. He reached down and wrapped Donna’s hair in his hands and began walking her to Darnell, who was sitting back on the green.
“You’d better ride my son’s dick fucking good,” he carried on, pushing Donna’s ass down, smacking it a couple of times. Darnell lay there, stroking his cock as it pointed straight up at Donna’s pussy. She squatted just above it at first, and lowered herself down onto it. Both her and Darnell were moaning in pleasure as inch after inch of his thick cock disappeared inside her until finally it was all the way inside.
“Oh fuck,” Darnell moaned, staring in amazement at Donna’s body and his cock balls deep inside her, “I ain’t never had a white girl take all my dick like this…” Donna smiled at what he said and slowly gyrated on his crotch, revelling in how good he felt stretching her out, both of them groaning animalistically. Donna felt she was close to cumming again, until she felt the president’s huge, hard cock pushing against her asshole.
“N…no!” She started again, but this time Darnell grabbed her bra and ripped it off her, freeing her big boobs which he then slapped and pinched, shutting her up. The president laughed as he kept pressing his cock against her ass.
“That’s my boy,” he said, “shut this white ho up! She’s gonna take every inch of this big black cock and fuckin’ love it…” suddenly the head of his cock popped inside her asshole and Donna screamed, leaning forward to try and get away from him, but the president grabbed her arms and held her in place while he kept sliding his cock up her ass.
“Fuck,” both Donna and the president moaned together until finally he was balls deep in her ass. Donna could feel both their cocks rubbing together in her pussy and ass and she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to work through the overwhelming sensation of pain and pleasure. They started sliding their huge thick cocks in and out of her, working to fuck harder and faster, both of them grunting and not caring about Donna as she flailed her arms around, resting them on Darnell’s broad chest, before moving them to her bouncing boobs, then even reaching behind her to squeeze the president’s muscular ass.
“Knew you’d fall in love with black dick,” he growled in her ear, “work that ass on these big cocks, bitch.”
“Yes, sir,” both the president and Darnell stopped thrusting as Donna fucked herself on their huge cocks, sliding back and forth on them. Her huge boobs swung pendulously in Darnell’s face as he hungrily licked them and sucked on her nipples, making her moan even more. The president squeezed her big ass, watching it jiggle every time he smacked it, turning her pale ass red with handprints. Sweat was beading on all three of them as they fucked hard and Donna could feel herself about to cum again, until…
“Donna?” She opened her eyes and snapped her head at the noise. Turning round, she saw Craig, her husband, standing there, horrified at the sight he saw - his own loving wife fucking herself on two black strangers on the 18th green of his golf course! His buddies he had been drinking with were also standing there, open-mouthed at what they saw.
“C…Craig,” she began, struggling to form words as her orgasm got closer and closer, “it’s… it’s n…not what it l…looks…” her voice trailed off as her orgasm took over and she screamed loud and long, her body shaking as her holes tightened round both Darnell and the president. She stopped fucking them, staying where she was as she came hard, but the president grabbed her hips and hair and took over, pounding her ass as he looked over at Craig.
“It’s exactly what it looks like, white boy,” he sneered at her, “your bitch is getting fucked harder than you could ever manage, and all you can do is sit there and watch. Better keep your eyes on her ass,” he kept talking, his breath starting to run ragged, “this is the best part of the show.” He grunted twice, followed the two extra hard thrusts and he suddenly buried his entire cock in her ass. His cock exploded as his balls pushed up against her ass and Donna’s eyes widened as she felt him fill her ass up with hot cum. Although she wasn’t looking at him, she could hear Craig’s gasps in the background, almost drowned out by the president’s growling in her ear as he gave her ass one last, hard slap before pulling out. Donna just sat there, content on trying to catch her breath until she felt the president grab her by the throat and pull her off Darnell’s cock and push her to her knees, her thighs still quivering as she tried to stay upright.
“Darnell,” the president said to his son, “how about you show Craig here who really owns his white bitch…” Darnell got up and stood over her, stroking his huge dick which he aimed at her face. Donna couldn’t help herself and one hand reached out and fondled Darnell’s balls. She could hear Craig gasping again, begging her to stop, but she didn’t care - she’d spent what felt like hours getting fucked by these two huge black dicks, she warned her reward. Besides, it was his fault she was here anyway. She felt an anger towards him, which came out in the form of dirty talk she never thought she’d hear from herself.
“Give me every drop of that cum,” she said to him, still fondling his balls. She didn’t break eye contact with him as she knelt in front of him, the president’s cum starting to run out her ass. “You gonna cover this white bitch with your heavy fucking load? Empty those balls for me, big boy - I want to feel those hot ropes covering my face and big married tits…” she would have carried on but Darnell suddenly moaned and his cock exploded. He shot out so much cum, covering her face at first before he pointed his cock downwards onto her tits where he shot a few more ropes out, the veins on his cock pulsing with each thrust. Eventually he stopped cumming, his cock softening in his hand as rivers of sweat ran down his chiselled body.
Donna sat back on her heels and looked across at her husband, who had gone pale with horror. The president saw his reaction and walked over to him, his own softening cock swinging between his legs.
“Come on Craig,” he said, turning round and walking him back to the clubhouse, “thanks to the incredible efforts of your wife, I believe we can greatly reduce your membership dues…”
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