Another Man's Bed

Elizabeth was about to punch out, another pittance towards her husband's debt paid. Broadus frowned.

"Nah, bitch, you're on time and a half tonight. Come upstairs."

Upstairs was a tiny room the size of a closet, the floor covered with the dirtiest, creakiest mattress Elizabeth had ever seen. He looked at her expectantly, and Elizabeth knew there was only one outcome. She stripped off her clothing, revealing her round ass and full breasts. Broadus licked his greasy lips.

"Damn, bitch ... Antoine's greed is my gain," he said with a lusty grin. He peeled off his clothing. He was inferior to Antoine in every way. Shorter, much fatter, uglier -- but he did have him beat on length and girth.

He had Elizabeth lay back, his weight on her oppressively, leaving her barely able to breathe. She grunted noisily as he slipped inside her, stretching her pussy, turning her from Antoine's woman to Broadus's woman. She closed her eyes tight, pushing out the noxious scents and the weight and his long tongue disappearing into her mouth. She focused on the cock, long and powerful, driving into her time after time, making her basic feminine instincts come out: to wrap her legs around him, to curl her toes, to cum, to whimper and whine like a good bitch. And in the end, she took his foul seed, and Broadus was one step closer.