[Sasha's Erotic Concerto, 3rd Movement] (Part 1)

(I)

"I'll go make some coffee for everyone!" My face flushed with embarrassment, I swayed slightly as I stood up from the card table,

my legs weakly moving towards the kitchen.

"Okay, I'll go help Sasha." Fangfang's husband, Johnny, suddenly jumped up from his chair,

quickly caught up with me, and took the opportunity to place a hairy black hand on my plump, white buttocks, practically pushing

me into the kitchen... I had just taken the ground coffee seeds out of the cupboard to put them into the coffee pot when

Johnny, wearing only a low-cut short dress with ribbons, groped me.

"No... don't do this... oh... Johnny, not here... they'll hear. Please

... I beg you to let me go."

The door from the kitchen to the living room was open, and because I was afraid that my husband and my friend Fangfang would hear

the sounds of Johnny harassing me, I could only weakly struggle in Johnny's groping embrace and shamefully beg him

for mercy .

However, Johnny seemed to completely disregard the other two people still sitting in the living room—my husband and his

wife, Fangfang. His blood-red tongue, protruding from his thick, scaly lips, greedily licked my

fair, soft neck; while his two large, hairy, dark hands brazenly ripped open my thin bra, pressing

and kneading my two large, plump breasts… “You filthy bitch, you don’t need to pay any

attention them. Didn’t you see my wife and your husband flirting and exchanging glances? Damn it,

Fangfang, that filthy bitch, is a slut too. Didn’t she make things clear to you on the phone yesterday?”

Johnny asked, leaning down to my ear as he lifted the hem of my short skirt, which

barely covered my buttocks, and tugged at the thick, soft pubic hair that the fabric couldn’t conceal.

My heart pounded with desire from his lewd manipulations, and the love juices flowing from my plump, tender vulva

down my fair, fleshy thighs, I finally realized that from this day forward, I would be unable to escape Johnny's shameless toying and defilement

; and tonight would be the official beginning of

a lewd .

Wasn't that so? Just moments ago, this lewd ritual had already begun.

Just before I was pushed and pulled into the kitchen by Johnny, my face flushed and my steps faltering, right before the four of us

were playing cards, my plump, high vulva, hidden beneath soft pubic hair, was being

played with by my friend's husband with his dirty toes, causing my love juices to gush forth and my body to climax repeatedly… However, I am, after all, a married woman! Even if my

husband may not have noticed what happened at the time, being played with my genitals by another man's dirty toes in front of him still made

my face burn with shame and embarrassment.

Of course, I resisted. I tried my best to avoid the stench of those black, sour feet trampling and

ravaging fragrant, pink vulva. But in the end, I chose to give up, and the reason

was my husband. At the card table, the passion my husband showed towards another man's wife filled me with

extreme jealousy and disappointment. The way he looked at Fangfang was so blatant, so full of

desire , as if Johnny and I didn't exist… Yesterday, Fangfang called me, asking

if she and her husband Johnny could come over to play cards tonight.

As soon as I heard Johnny was coming, I tensed up. I tried to politely decline Fangfang's request on the phone, but she

threatened me, saying it was Johnny's idea, and if I didn't agree, he

would call my husband directly. After hearing this, I suddenly felt weak and collapsed onto the sofa...

Although my lower body was already wet when I hung up the phone; although that night, while making love with my husband

, I fantasized that someone else's husband's huge penis was thrusting into my delicate vagina with a plastic penis; although

I felt that my heart, which had once made me feel extremely ashamed and immoral, was not fully prepared, and what Fangfang

meant was also an unknown to my husband, in order to prevent my

affair with Johnny from being exposed in front of my husband,

I could only deliberately give my husband more meaning to Fangfang and Johnny's visit with their despicable and shameless purpose...

I didn't expect that my usually shrewd and meticulous husband, after hearing my shy but somewhat cover-up explanation

, would not delve into my evasive and flawed words, but instead seemed unusually

excited . Even during sex, he kept rambling on and on, saying he hadn't

seen ; that he missed Fangfang and Johnny's wedding because of work, so he desperately wanted them to

come to our house; and that he hoped to become friends with Johnny through their visit, and so

on...

Just as my husband was rambling on and on, I suddenly felt that

his short penis, which was thrusting in and out of my wet, secluded vagina, was noticeably harder and larger than usual...

What was going on?

Why did my husband seem indifferent when he clearly sensed that I was being used against me?

Why did he object to my strong refusal? Why did he

not only have no suspicion about Fangfang and Johnny's secret visit, but instead seem so eager and lustful?

Did my husband and Fangfang also have an affair? Did my

husband ? Did my husband already know about my sordid affair with Johnny,

but was he using me as a bargaining chip to satisfy his own filthy desires, allowing other men

to do whatever they wanted ? Could my husband really allow his beautiful,

charming wife, with her well-maintained, voluptuous, and sexy white flesh, to be pinned down by another man

, moaning and groaning? I couldn't understand it; I was utterly confused…

After reluctantly agreeing to Fangfang and Johnny's visit, I felt immense regret and fear. I

had even considered having my husband refuse Fangfang and Johnny's invitation to our home, and I had hoped he could

stop Johnny from further toying with and raping me. However, instead of stopping

Johnny's filthy, black toes from shamelessly ravaging and trampling my clean, white vulva,

he revealed his lustful nature in the face of Fangfang's beauty.

When I saw the lustful look in my husband's eyes as he used obscene language to seduce Fangfang, and

the coy, alluring expression on Fangfang's flushed face, I couldn't help but imagine, with a pang of jealousy, my husband's short, unappealing penis,

which women usually disdain, was now throbbing restlessly in his trousers. Then, recalling

the night we made love, how my husband had been so frantically fucking and playing with me when he learned Fangfang was coming to my house that day, a surge of

malice rose within me.

Therefore, when my husband and Fangfang flirted and teased each other without regard for others; when Fangfang's seductive glances made my

husband lose control of his arousal; when Fangfang's husband secretly

reached his long toes under the table into my private area; when Johnny's filthy, sour-smelling toes forcibly parted my

thick, red labia and thrust rapidly into my wet, luscious vulva; I not only didn't dodge,

but instead used my hand to pull aside the annoying thread in my sexy thong, my lower body protruding forward, making

the lewd me bloom like a flower, constantly flowing with nectar. He ravaged and humiliated my tender, delicate vulva; he

even willingly allowed this man to kiss my trembling clitoris deeper and deeper with his filthy

toes ...

On the kitchen counter, I lay limp like a plump, white lamb, my large, fleshy

buttocks raised high, facing Johnny's lewd, ugly face; the pale pink in my cleft was already soaked with my

gushing love fluid; the teeth marks covering my two high, plump breasts made my

two large, protruding nipples, which Johnny was biting and playing with, look more like two crystal-clear, fresh strawberries, pitiful and endearing.

At this moment, Johnny's broad nose and blood-red tongue had given up

licking and sucking my tender vulva, which was soaked with a mixture of saliva and love fluid. He changed his methods of raping me, using a filthy,

black hand to smear the sticky love juice flowing from my limp, lust-fueled

vulva onto my tender, delicate anus…

“Johnny, no… don’t touch me there. Nobody has ever touched me there before! No…

Johnny , oh, please.”

I began to feel afraid. Although I had been somewhat out of control by Johnny’s ministrations, and one could even say that I had intentionally

given up resisting and allowed Johnny to do whatever he wanted with my beautiful body, his current

attack on a place even my husband had never touched was causing my snow-white, plump body to stir again

… But this beast Johnny had no mercy; he was already

captivated by my well-maintained, voluptuous body that drove men mad. When he saw me stripped naked and

lying on the counter like a plump lamb he had hunted, his huge eyes flashed with a familiar yet

frightening green light, like the greedy and shameless nature of a wolf.

"Sasha, you filthy bitch. From today onwards, you're my woman. I don't care if you

have a husband or not, I'm going to devour every inch of your flesh, I'm going to play with every hole in your body.

Fuck you, your body is so voluptuous, no wonder my

dick got hard the moment I saw your flesh at the wedding. That filthy bitch Fangfang kept telling me you weren't as sexy as her, fuck

you , when I saw those old photos of you and Fangfang in her room, I

fucking fucking treated Fangfang as you and fucked her three times."

Johnny yelled at me, ignoring my desperate struggles, grabbing my plump buttocks and shoving

his nearly 25-centimeter-long thick middle finger into my already wet but never-before-penetrated

tender asshole... "Oh...no, Johnny, don't touch there. Oh, it hurts...it hurts so much!

Oh, Johnny, please...I beg you..."

I was being tortured to the point of death by Johnny's lewdness. The pain that surged from my anus, and

the urge to urinate from it, made my moans and pleas for mercy turn into cries of anguish…

Oh, my dear husband, where are you right now? Don't you know that your beautiful, voluptuous

wife is being shamelessly and depraved by another man's husband? Didn't you hear

my screams from the kitchen as Johnny played with me until I lost control of my bladder? Even if you are a seemingly virtuous gentleman, you shouldn't stand by and let another

man treat and humiliate me like this! Where are you? Why won't you come to save me?!

Suddenly, I violently resisted, desperately calling out my husband's name. I tried

to awaken him, who was probably already deeply immersed in lust, with my resistance and cries; I hoped that my

husband would rush into the kitchen to save me, to protect me. However, there was no sound from the living room;

the hurried footsteps I longed for never reached my ears.

"You filthy bitch, you fucking want your husband to save you? Let me tell you, he's too

busy . His little cock, fucking, it's probably already inside Fangfang's cunt.

You filthy bitch, you should think about yourself, I'll fuck your mother."

Johnny used his wolfish teeth to bite into my tender white flesh covered in thick fat, while continuing to

thrust and scrape my rectum with his fingers, all the while roaring viciously.

I was utterly disappointed. My husband must have used my voluptuous body, which had brought him so much pleasure, as a bargaining

chip, and right now, he was probably kneeling on Fangfang's dripping cunt, diligently licking and sucking

, because his useless short penis certainly wouldn't let Fangfang linger.

Husband, you hypocrite! You big idiot! Even if you want a change of pace, you can't just hand me over to other men like

an object, especially

to a lecherous bastard like Johnny who specializes in playing with women! Haven't you had enough of my tender, luscious flesh? Whether you and Fangfang are having an affair,

I don't want to confirm or interfere, but can you satisfy a woman like Fangfang who has seen it all? Perhaps,

in exchange, Fangfang has also become a sacrifice to her husband, but would she be as gentle and attentive as my wife

to you right now?

Husband, it is precisely because I am your wife that I will not despise that useless thing in your crotch

! It is precisely because I am your wife that I will let you do whatever you want with me! Yet you, you

useless fool, have been bewitched by Fangfang's beauty, giving your plump, beautiful wife to Johnny, this...

"You lecherous bastard who made me lose control of my bladder, don't you feel any pity?"...

A surge of resentment rose from the depths of my heart, and I was utterly desperate. My fierce resistance had left me completely

exhausted ; the thought of my meticulously maintained, incredibly sexy body

being played with and raped by Johnny like an animal, without any emotion, while my husband betrayed me to satisfy his own desires, made my naked, snow-white

body instantly slump against the counter like a lump of flesh, and

tears of helplessness and grievance began to stream from my eyes...

"Johnny, oh...Johnny, please let me go. From today onwards, my body belongs entirely to you

. Oh...Johnny, please let me go. Can you take your fingers out of my ass now? From

now on, you can play with Sasha's white flesh to your heart's content. I really haven't gotten used to you

putting your fingers in my ass yet, oh...it hurts! Johnny, please let me go today. After you've slowly trained me, you

can play with all three holes on my body however you like, okay? Oh...Johnny, I beg you...I beg you

."

In my sobs, I suddenly mustered up my courage and groaned as I spoke

my , because I didn't want to become a heartless female animal to be manipulated.

Johnny seemed to be stunned for a moment. He raised his ugly face, which was burning

with and looked at me. Suddenly, a rare smile appeared on his large face, even though this

smile still looked terrifying to me.

"Alright then, since you're not used to me playing with you like this, I'll play with your hole later. Fuck you

, then come here and suck my cock. Damn, my cock is so hard I'm about to cum."

Johnny finally gave up on ravaging my tender asshole. He pulled his fingers out of my asshole, and

my rectum, which had been swollen and painful, felt a sudden relief. Johnny stood up, grabbed my sweat-soaked

long hair , and while unbuttoning his pants, dragged my head towards his crotch.

I didn't expect Johnny to actually agree to my pleas and let me go. I think maybe he considered that

if he continued to treat me so roughly, I would definitely feel disgusted and fight back desperately. If

I really developed feelings of disgust from the bottom of my heart, it would be detrimental to his long-term possession of my body.

I think this lecherous wolf who had played with countless women must understand this.

Sure enough, when my two delicate little hands grasped Johnny's enormous, black, shiny, erect

penis, which reeked of a strong, sour body odor, and brought it to my small, fleshy mouth, Johnny tenderly stroked my beautiful face with the very fingers that had

just been penetrating my anus. As the egg-sized,

blood-red glans slowly entered my narrow mouth, this savage

black gorilla released his black hands that had been pulling my hair, and lay down

on the kitchen counter where he had just violated me, like a collapsing giant tower… One of his large hands began to tenderly caress my two

large breasts, which were marked with teeth marks from his biting, while the other hand gently kneaded my erect, plump clitoris…

Being caressed so gently by this lecherous wolf who had just shamelessly raped me filled me with both

fear and relief. What frightens me is whether Johnny's actions at this moment are just a momentary lapse of judgment, and whether he

will continue to treat me roughly in the future. What's comforting is that Johnny still has a gentle side, like

the caresses he's giving me now. What woman who's attracted to him wouldn't want to lie beneath him?

For a gentle woman like me, what I like is a man's size, not his

roughness . If Johnny had treated me like this from the beginning, I would definitely have developed feelings for him, and I would have

been irresistibly drawn into this man's arms, which were filled with a strong body odor. Even though I have a husband, even though he's my

friend 's husband, I would have fallen head over heels for this beast. Because only his seduction and manipulation

can give endless release and sublimation to the desires hidden deep within my heart.

"Ah...ah, Sasha, my darling, you're sucking me so good. Oh, you filthy bitch, I'm going to

cum, ah!"

With Johnny's roar, a huge amount of semen suddenly gushed out from the massive glans inserted deep into my throat,

instantly choking me and causing me to cough violently. As I struggled to swallow,

most of the large amount of the foul-smelling semen lingered in my esophagus.

I stretched out a fleshy finger and gently scraped away the remaining semen flowing from the corner of my mouth, then lewdly

put it into my mouth... Seeing this scene of spurting blood, Johnny suddenly rolled over and shoved me onto

the kitchen floor, his large, strong body pressing heavily onto my plump, white flesh. He stroked my

still-erect and large penis, which had just ejaculated, with his hand, stimulating my engorged clitoris.

Then he slowly thrust deeper into my already engorged and open vagina...

"Oh... Johnny, you beast... your thing is so big, it's inside my uterus!

Oh... Johnny, you pervert... oh... you're going to rupture my uterus! Oh... oh... I... I want... I... love you!" My whole body trembled from Johnny's lewdness, and I cried out

incoherently . 　　The feeling of being filled by Johnny's thick, fleshy genitals was something I had never experienced before. My husband 's short and weak penis forced him to use a plastic penis to touch my deep-seated desire to be bitten by his glans , thus satisfying the intense craving of my narrow, winding vagina for a man's penis. But a plastic penis is, after all, an inanimate object; how could it compare to the vibrant energy of Johnny's scalding behemoth? 　　Johnny's enormous penis, which drove me mad with envy, not only satisfied my physical needs but also allowed me to realize my fantasies during masturbation. Therefore, when Johnny's massive glans deeply penetrated my tightly gripping cervix, my two fair, plump thighs involuntarily wrapped themselves lasciviously around Johnny's sweaty, thick waist… Johnny's jet-black, glossy, thick, and long penis, like a baseball bat, thrust up and down inside my tender, moist vagina; and inside my vagina, which began to convulse from the stimulation, the engorged, swollen inner walls of the tried to form layers of fleshy folds to resist the invasion. 　　But how could layers of soft flesh withstand the humiliation inflicted by the scalding behemoth? [The text abruptly ends here, seemingly mid-sentence.]

How could a delicate flower withstand the ravages of a storm? On the contrary, its feeble resistance only fueled

the enemy's desire to further invade and humiliate it.

Sure enough, not long after, when the enormous glans, tightly wrapped by the burning flesh within my fleshy vulva,

once again ejaculated a large amount of semen, my empty, hungry uterus

convulsed , forcing me to cry out loudly and without restraint: "Oh...oh...I want...Johnny, I want more!

I want...I'm going to die..."

Johnny suddenly moved with passion, extending his thick lips and sucking my panting, fleshy mouth

into his mouth. Having reached the peak of lust from his intense and rapid thrusting, I

lay limp beneath Johnny, breathless , the lingering pleasure from deep within my vagina sending shivers down my spine…

“Sasha, you bitch, how the hell are you so horny? So much hot, wet juice in

your it’s so fucking tight, I can’t hold back anymore. I’m going to fuck you again, you

slut.”

Johnny’s penis, still inside my reddened, soft vagina after ejaculation, remained inserted. Though not

as menacing as before, it was still large and thick. Johnny pressed down on me,

smearing my nipples with his saliva as he continued to curse with lingering fervor.

I felt a swelling in my abdomen. Johnny’s torrential ejaculation had completely drenched

my small uterus. I wanted to push Johnny away and get up to vent, but the exhaustion after our intense intercourse left me

unable to move. However, as Johnny's penis slightly shrank and loosened,

the semen along with the copious amount of my own vaginal fluid,

slowly flowed from my soft vulva along with Johnny's massive black penis, soaking the kitchen floor beneath my plump buttocks. This lewd sensation

felt so lascivious and pleasurable that I was too lazy to get up...

Johnny and I remained intertwined, one above the other, one black and one white. Although I

felt , I was so numb from Johnny's lust that I felt as if I were already Johnny's woman

, and my gentle nature began to resurface. I'd rather lie on the damp kitchen floor myself than

let Johnny sleep comfortably on my warm, fragrant belly...

As I reached out my slightly aching, pinkish-white hand, which Johnny had just pressed, and tenderly stroked his

thick chest hair, I felt the enormous thing inside my soft, fleshy vulva begin to swell again. Looking at

Johnny's dark purple, ugly face, his lust growing stronger, I couldn't help but suddenly recall

the scene at Fangfang and Johnny's wedding, where Johnny shamelessly played with me...

Fangfang and I were good friends; we both worked at a foreign company. Because I was two years older than her,

Fangfang always addressed me respectfully as "older sister" in front of others. When I was the director of public relations, she was

our boss Totti's secretary. Johnny, at that time, was rumored to be our boss's personal friend and business partner,

but he never showed up at our company. Later, rumors circulated that Fangfang and Johnny had gotten together, and she was even

hurt by the gossip, which claimed that Fangfang had become Johnny's slave after only a few encounters. As for how Johnny managed to seduce

Fangfang , I'm not one to meddle in other people's business, and besides, Fangfang was also mysteriously

disappearing during that time, so I have no idea.

The first time I saw Johnny was at Fangfang's wedding. Their whirlwind marriage

left many of Fangfang's suitors in our company feeling helpless and jealous. They were helpless that such a tender and beautiful woman

had been snatched away by someone else; they were jealous that their former object of masturbation had been

taken by an unremarkable black man.

Even I couldn't imagine how the sexy, charming, and clever Fangfang could fall into

Johnny . When I saw Fangfang's husband, Johnny, at the wedding, I couldn't help but

feel sorry for all of Fangfang's suitors in our company.

Fangfang, with her fair skin, curvaceous figure, petite and alluring charm, was nestled against a

dark- , hairy, burly man with a fierce-looking face. From a distance, Fangfang looked

like a gentle, delicate little lamb clinging to a large, hairy gorilla—an unsettling sight.

However, everyone has their own preferences. I thought that since Fangfang was willing to be with him, Johnny must have something about him that appealed to

her .

Therefore, when I went up to Fangfang to embrace and congratulate her and Johnny on their marriage, I couldn't help but

glance her husband again.

Johnny truly resembled a gorilla, tall and robust, making even my 172cm height

appear shorter than him. Seemingly inheriting the ancestry of indigenous Black people, Johnny's hands and feet were unusually large,

and even his facial features were exaggeratedly large.

Looking at Johnny's tall and imposing physique and smelling the strong musky scent emanating from him, I couldn't help

but think of the lewd scenes of group sex between black men and white women in pornographic films…

Just as my thoughts were wandering, Fangfang nestled against her husband in a coquettish manner and said to me, "Sister Sasha, my

husband heard you're my good friend, and he's been eager to meet you. He said that since you're my wife Fangfang's

good friend , then you're also his good friend."

As Fangfang said this, a hint of jealousy was clearly visible on her pretty face.

"Johnny, this is Sister Sasha I told you about. Now you've finally met her. What do you think?

Isn't Sister Sasha beautiful?"

Fangfang turned to her husband and said this, while placing a small, white hand on his

genitals.

My face suddenly flushed. It wasn't Fangfang's erotic gesture while coquettishly flirting with her husband that made me

feel embarrassed, but rather the look in Johnny's eyes when he looked at me. I never imagined that Johnny's face, which had just been somewhat

amiable could suddenly become so lewd and obscene...

He opened his mouth wide as if to devour me whole, his two rows of snow-white, gleaming teeth gleaming with a chilling

light ; his eyes, which were gazing up and down at my alluring, sexy body, gleamed with the greedy

green light of a wolf.

This lewd and terrifying gaze made me unable to meet Johnny's eyes, yet deep within me, a strange and

inexplicable surge of desire, filled me with unbearable shame...

Just as I was shyly looking down at my bare, delicate, and fleshy feet, lost in thought, Johnny

suddenly reached out with a pair of large, hairy black hands and pulled me tightly into his arms, which reeked of his

body odor .

"Oh, dear Sasha, my friend, it's an honor to meet you. You're really beautiful, you amaze me

, you've captivated me at first sight, haha..."

How could an ugly chimpanzee utter such princely flattery?

Whether Johnny was flattering me or intentionally seducing me, the stimulating sensation of his large, hard

genitals made my blood boil.

The mysterious, seemingly unspoken understanding between Fangfang and Johnny at that moment made me feel completely disoriented. Therefore, when Johnny led me and

Fangfang into the wedding banquet, I even allowed Johnny's black hands to freely explore my full, fleshy buttocks, which were only covered by a thin line

under .

A dimly lit, narrow corridor led from the hall to the banquet hall. As I walked behind Fangfang,

Johnny lewdly and forcefully kneaded my plump buttocks beneath my short skirt, even shamelessly poking at my

delicate anus. Afraid my best friend would see,

I could only . However, when I entered the banquet hall, I embarrassingly discovered that my

nipples were uncontrollably erect, seemingly intent on bursting through my thin bra and exposing themselves to

everyone .

Fangfang and Johnny's wedding was entirely Chinese-style. Many of Fangfang's relatives and friends came,

crowding the already small hotel banquet hall. Because I was Fangfang's best friend, I was seated at the head table.

Fangfang even insisted that I sit next to her husband.

After taking my seat, I felt extremely embarrassed. Because there were so many people attending the wedding,

the space that was supposed to seat ten people was now occupied by fourteen, forcing me to sit right

next .

The heat and the crowds made the air in the room quite stuffy, filled with the smells of cigarettes and body odor. Adding to this, Johnny's strong musky scent,

so close to me , was constantly assaulting my senses. I felt like

I was suffocating, and my body began to feel dizzy. I considered getting up and going outside for some fresh air,

but I was afraid of being impolite, so I forced myself to stay put and continued to raise my glass frequently in celebration of the newlyweds' blessings…

I started to feel tipsy, as my vision began to blur. I could only see overlapping, swaying figures before my eyes, and

the noise around me seemed far away. To avoid embarrassment, I tried to open my eyes, but I felt

powerless . At that moment, I mechanically drank glass after glass of wine that Johnny kept feeding

me…

Unconsciously, I leaned against Johnny's arm and closed my eyes…

In my hazy drunkenness, I felt an itch in my genitals, as if something was

wandering over my damp mons pubis… As time passed, this thing slowly began to penetrate deeper into my two thick, pink

labia ; and the large, beloved clitoris, which had been hiding deep within my labia,

began to swell and become engorged with blood as this thing continued to tease it…

Oh, how comfortable…

Surrounded by waves of pleasure, I couldn't help but reach out to help this

thing that brought me solace further caress my body…

Suddenly, I realized that what was lingering at my tender vulva was a human hand!

Ah! ...

I was instantly terrified, breaking out in a cold sweat. I jolted awake, opened my eyes, lifted the wallpaper, and looked down...

Good

heavens! Wasn't that the same hairy, black hand that had just been embracing my voluptuous body, shamelessly kneading my plump buttocks, and digging

into my tender anus? And now, that black hand's extremely thick and long fingers were

shamelessly flicking and teasing my engorged clitoris...

This sudden turn of events made my already dazed mind even more dizzy. I wanted to struggle, I

wanted to use my hands to stop that black hand from violating my private parts, I even wanted to stand up and run away. But

the physical and mental exhaustion from being drunk, and the shame of being molested and played with in front of everyone by a man I had just met, made my whole body

weak and powerless to put up an effective resistance. And just as I was struggling, Johnny had already

deeply inserted a dirty, thick, long finger into my hot, wet vagina...

Ah! ...

I wanted to scream, but I didn't dare. Being molested and abused in front of everyone in the hall already filled me

with unbearable shame. Did I really want all the guests to know about the sordid

affair happening under the banquet table? So, I swallowed the screams that were about to escape my lips. But my

heart was pounding so hard it felt like I couldn't breathe, and my whole body was

burning with …

Although I had cheated on my husband with other men before, and although I

had had inappropriate thoughts when I saw Johnny, I never imagined he would start toying with me and possessing me so quickly

.

Even with just his fingers, and in front of everyone. The thought of Johnny's shameless,

greedy arrogant possessiveness filled me with terror, yet I was trapped in it, powerless to escape.

However, at that moment, I still didn't want to be a despicable harlot. So, in a daze, I struggled to

resist, using my delicate white hands to forcefully press down on Johnny's abusive hand. However, the result of my resistance

was exactly the opposite of what I had intended. At that moment, Johnny's thick, long finger was

relentlessly rotating and thrusting inside the passage through which my tender vagina breathed, the intense stimulation causing the once delicate and smooth wrinkles of my vaginal flesh

to become abnormally swollen and rough. So, instead of resisting, the tender flesh inside my vagina tightly

enveloped the finger shamelessly violating my forbidden territory, even secreting copious amounts of shameful love fluid

to aid that finger's humiliation.

I began to feel helpless, I began to feel powerless.

If only my husband were here, I knew this would never have happened.

In my helpless struggle, I suddenly thought of my husband…

My husband and I had originally planned to attend Fangfang and Johnny's wedding together. But the day before the wedding, my

husband complained that he had to go on a business trip and couldn't go with me. He insisted

that I go alone, saying that since I was Fangfang's good friend, I absolutely

had to go, otherwise it would be impolite. He even enthusiastically pulled out a very revealing mini-dress from the closet—a dress I usually

wouldn't dare wear—and demanded that I wear it to the wedding. He joked that he didn't want me

—his beautiful, gentle, sexy, and voluptuous wife—to be outshone by the bride at the wedding. I couldn't

refuse , and besides, I was Fangfang's good friend; if I didn't go, Fangfang would definitely be angry.

So I had no choice but to abandon my plan to go with my husband and, following his instructions,

dressed myself up extremely sexy and alluring before the wedding.

Standing in front of the full-length mirror, I looked myself up and down. Was this really me?

A pure black, low-cut, super-short ribbon dress clung to my fair and plump body, making

my white flesh appear even more flawless. The excessively low neckline

left almost half of my firm, white breasts exposed to the damp air. Because the dress's bra was too thin, it

couldn't prevent my nipples, the size of jujubes, from bursting forth. The

narrow cleavage I had tried to conceal was now even more alluring under the tight bra.

Beneath the short skirt, reaching just below my buttocks, my full, fleshy thighs and slender, rounded calves made my 172cm

height appear graceful and seductive. As I slipped my bare,

alluring feet into transparent high-heeled sandals, I couldn't help but admire my ten toes, which seemed

like ten perfectly round pearls, radiating a pinkish glow…

Looking at myself in the mirror, I couldn't help but laugh. This outfit was hardly befitting a wedding; it looked

more like a sex party. Of course, it perfectly showcased my

voluptuous figure, but the excessive exposure was bound to arouse unwanted attention from men. Sure enough, when I

appeared at the wedding in this attire, my sexy white flesh exposed, I clearly felt that the

men's gazes towards me were identical to Johnny's—they were both gleaming with a frightening green light…

And now, my body, capable of driving men mad, was completely under the control of the leader of this group of lecherous wolves—my

good friend Fangfang's husband, Johnny. As he thrust his two rough-fingered, large-knuckled fingers deep inside my

tender vagina, my delicate pink feet began to slip off my transparent high-heeled sandals, and my ten

plump toes began to spasm…

“Johnny, don’t do this. I’m your wife’s best friend, please let me go, please. Oh,

Johnny , no… not now… oh, Johnny, I beg you.”

I gasped and moaned as Johnny ravaged me, my lust raging. My soft, white flesh nestled against Johnny’s arm,

shamefully begging for mercy…

"You bitch, who told you to dress so provocatively? The moment I saw your white flesh and

those two big, fat tits, I fucking got so hard my dick was throbbing. How come your nipples are so big?

They're practically bursting through your clothes. When I was holding you earlier, I was already itching to fuck you, you

bitch .

I think Fangfang told me you're a slut who goes limp at the sight of a man, and it seems

that's true. I just touched your asshole a little, and you started leaking so much juice. I just poked your cunt with

my finger , and you started moaning like a cat, you slut who needs to be fucked."

Johnny actually grabbed me and pulled me into his arms in front of everyone. He reached out... His blood-red

tongue licked my flushed face, his breath reeking of alcohol as he spoke rudely to me.

I couldn't help but tremble; the savage chimpanzee had finally revealed his bestial nature.

However, what puzzled me was that, despite my earlier struggles, I suddenly

felt a desire to be lewdly played with by Johnny. Perhaps it was the alcohol? Perhaps

Johnny had already aroused me? Perhaps, as Fangfang said—I was a

slut who went weak at the touch of a man? In any case, facing Johnny's extremely obscene and filthy insults, I felt no shame;

instead, a strong, shameless, and immoral lust burned within me…

At this moment, I… I didn't care that so many people were staring in astonishment at Johnny and me performing our sex act.

At that moment, I didn't care about the intensely jealous yet

lustful .

At that moment, I didn't care about Fangfang's feigned resistance to her husband's sexual assault.

At that moment, my husband, my friends, the wedding, the guests with their

bloodshot lustful eyes—all of it was thrown to the back of my mind. All I wanted now was this man,

this lewd man other than my husband—a black man indulging his shameless lust in me; all I

wanted was this beast's ravaging of me, to maximize my desire. My pent-up lust was

fully released…

Amidst gasps and moans, I offered my fleshy lips to Johnny, seemingly anticipating the

wild, rough to ravage my delicate mouth; and my tender little hand

involuntarily reached for Johnny's erect and imposing genitals in his pants…

As Johnny's two thick, dirty fingers continued to penetrate, the flower core deep within my honeyed cave, after

hiding and hiding shyly captured by them…

Just as one of Johnny's fingers, after a tentative probe, forcefully inserted into my uterus, his thumb

also pressed down on my already aroused, erect, and glistening clitoris, moistened by love juice…

“Ah!… Oh… Oh…”

I finally lost my voice from Johnny's lewd manipulation. And suddenly I felt a soreness in my bladder, which was full of alcohol;

as the climax of lust came suddenly, an uncontrollable stream of urine gushed out from my engorged and dilated vulva

along ...

Completely out of control after being played with in public, I suddenly collapsed and

fainted ...

(to be continued)

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