In the sultry heat of Klang, where the air was thick with the scent of frangipani and the distant hum of traffic, I found myself navigating the treacherous waters of single motherhood. My husband, Jeffry, had been a force of nature in bed, his six-pack abs and seven-inch cock a daily delight that left me boneless and sated. But life had a cruel twist, and he was now serving time for a mistake that left me alone with our baby girl.
Every morning, I'd walk from our apartment to the bus stop, my curves accentuated by the tight clothes that I wore to feel sexy again. The catcalls and honks were incessant, but I held my head high, a queen among the commoners. I had my secrets, my online chats with Shoghi, a police officer with an impressive eleven-inch cock and a stamina that matched my own insatiable hunger.
But fate, it seemed, had other plans. One evening, as I walked home from work, the sun dipping low and casting long shadows, I noticed a man following me. He was tall, his muscles rippling under his tight t-shirt, his skin the color of dark chocolate. His name was Dom, and he was trouble with a capital T.
"Evening, beautiful," he rumbled, his voice like thunder. "You look like you could use a hand with that bag."
I smiled, despite myself. "I'm fine, thank you."
He fell into step beside me, his presence overwhelming. "I'm Dom. And you are?"
"Shiela," I replied, my heart pounding. "And I'm not looking for company."
He chuckled, a deep, rich sound. "I didn't ask for that. Just wanted to walk you home."
I should have told him to fuck off, but there was something about him, something primal and raw that called to me. So, I let him walk me home, his eyes never leaving me, his intent clear.
The next day, he was back, and the day after that. Each time, he'd bring something - flowers, chocolates, a bottle of wine. He was persistent, and I was weak. One evening, after a long day at work, I found myself inviting him in.
"You shouldn't have done that," he murmured, stepping into my apartment. "Now I'm going to have to fuck you."
I should have been offended, but his words sent a jolt of electricity straight to my pussy. "Is that a promise?" I shot back, my own voice husky.
He didn't need any more encouragement. In moments, his hands were on me, his lips crushing mine. He tasted like sin and salvation, his tongue dueling with mine as he backed me up against the wall. His hands were everywhere, squeezing my breasts, pinching my nipples, sliding down to cup my pussy.
"Fuck, you're wet," he growled, his fingers rubbing against my soaked panties. "You want this, don't you?"
I moaned, my hips bucking against his hand. "Yes, I want it. I want you."
He didn't make me beg. In one swift movement, he hoisted me up, my legs wrapping around his waist. He carried me to the bedroom, his mouth never leaving mine. He laid me down gently, his eyes roaming over my body as he stripped.
I'd seen big cocks before, but Dom's was something else. It was thick and veiny, at least twelve inches of pure, hard muscle. I licked my lips, my pussy aching with need.
He smirked, seeing my reaction. "You can handle it, beautiful. I'll make sure of it."
He started slow, his fingers teasing my clit, his mouth sucking on my nipples. He took his time, building me up, driving me wild. By the time he finally pushed into me, I was a writhing, moaning mess.
"Fuck, you're tight," he groaned, his hips moving slowly, giving me time to adjust. "So fucking tight."
I gasped as he filled me, his cock stretching me in the most delicious way. He started to move, his hips thrusting, his cock sliding in and out of me. He was gentle at first, but as I moaned and writhed beneath him, he grew bolder, his thrusts harder, faster.
"Fuck, yes," I cried, my nails digging into his back. "Fuck me, Dom. Fuck me hard."
He obliged, his hips slamming into mine, his cock pounding into me. I could feel my orgasm building, my body tensing, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
"Come for me, beautiful," he growled, his voice hoarse. "Come all over my cock."
And I did. My body convulsed, my pussy clenching around his cock as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. He followed soon after, his cock pulsing inside me as he came, his hot cum filling me up.
But Dom was just the beginning. Soon, I found myself at his house, surrounded by his African housemates, each one of them eager to fuck me. They took turns, their cocks sliding in and out of me, their hands roaming over my body. I was a mess of sweat and cum, my body aching in the most delicious way.
And then there was Shoghi. He showed up at my work one day, offering to drive me home. I should have known better, but I was weak, and he was persistent. He had me sucking his cock before we even left the parking lot, my head bobbing up and down as he groaned and cursed.
"You're such a good girl," he murmured, his hand fisting in my hair. "Such a good, dirty girl."
And I was. I was a dirty, insatiable slut, and I loved every minute of it. My life had taken a dark, twisted turn, but I wouldn't change it for the world. I was free, wild, and utterly, completely fucked.