BBC Fucking my little pussy to pay my cuckold husband’s debt – Sara Blonde – Pressure

It was a sordid arrangement, one that Sara Blonde found herself reluctantly trapped in. Her husband, a debauched and pathetic excuse of a man, had once again racked up a sizeable debt, this time to a local loan shark named Pressure. When the time came to settle the tab, Pressure had an unusual proposal: Sara could work off her husband’s debt by spreading her legs for the burly, black brute.

Initially, Sara had scoffed at the idea, her fiery Latina temper flaring at the mere suggestion. However, Pressure was not to be deterred. He sent pictures of her and her cuckold husband to her family and friends, threatening to expose their sordid lifestyle. With no other choice, Sara agreed to the despicable deal.

The morning of the first payment, Sara awoke feeling apprehensive and fearful. She had never been with a black man before, let alone one as imposing and intimidating as Pressure. As she prepared herself, she couldn’t help but feel a perverse sense of excitement. She had always been curious about interracial sex, and the thrill of having such a powerful man dominating her was alluring.

Pressure arrive right on time, his towering frame filling the doorway. Sara’s mouth went dry as she drank in his chiseled physique, his broad shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist. She could see the outline of his manhood straining against his jeans, and she felt a flush of heat spread through her body.

“You ready to pay up, little chica?” Pressure asked with a wicked grin. Sara nodded silently, too afraid to speak. Pressure advanced on her, backing her up until her back hit the wall. He reached out and grabbed her breast roughly, kneading the soft flesh. Sara bit her lip to stifle a moan, but Pressure noticed her reaction. “I knew you’d like it, you dirty slut,” he growled.

Pressure ripped Sara’s flimsy nightgown off, exposing her lush curves to his hungry gaze. He grabbed her hips and spun her around, bending her over the arm of the couch. Sara yelped in surprise, her ass jutting out in the air. Pressure pulled her panties down and sank his massive cock into her tight, virgin pussy.

Sara screamed as Pressure’s huge shaft stretched her to her limit. She had never been so full, so stretched, so overwhelmed by sensation. Pressure started to move, his hips slapping against her ass as he pounded into her. Sara could only whimper and moan, her pussy clenching around him as he fucked her mercilessly.

Pressure reached around and grabbed Sara’s tits, pinching and pulling on her nipples. The added stimulation sent Sara spiraling into a mind-blowing orgasm, her pussy spasming around Pressure’s cock. He didn’t let up, fucking her through her climax and pushing her to new heights of ecstasy.

Just when Sara thought she couldn’t take anymore, Pressure pulled out of her and flipped her over. He climbed on top of her, pinning her arms above her head as he sank back into her sopping wet cunt. Sara wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him deeper, harder. Pressure obliged, picking up the pace until he was slamming into her with abandon.

Sara could feel another orgasm building, the tension coiling tighter and tighter in her core. Pressure sensed her impending release and hammered into her harder, his balls slapping against her ass. With a scream, Sara came undone, her pussy clamping down on Pressure’s cock like a vice.

Pressure groaned and buried his face in the crook of Sara’s neck as he spilled his seed deep inside her. Sara could feel the hot, sticky fluid filling her pussy, seeping out around his throbbing shaft. They lay there for a moment, panting and sweaty, their bodies still joined.

As Pressure pulled out, Sara could feel his cum dripping out of her abused hole. She knew there would be more transactions like this, more debasing sessions to pay off her husband’s debt. But for now, she could only revel in the twisted pleasure of being used so thoroughly.

Pressure stood up and tucked his spent cock back into his jeans. He threw a wad of cash on the floor next to Sara. “Same time tomorrow, slut. Don’t be late,” he said before walking out the door, leaving Sara splayed out on the couch, covered in sweat and cum and shame. She knew she should feel disgusted with herself, but all she could feel was the lingering ache between her legs and the perverse hunger growing inside her.