Her husband

"Damn hoe, you got a husband?" He asks, turning the phone to show her that it is in fact her cheating husband calling her.

Since she made him move out, he would occasionally attempt to call her in a **** attempt to apologise for having cheated on her. Despite her never answering, he still persisted, and tonight was no exception it would seem.

"Soon to be... ex-husband." She says with a grin.

"No harm in doing this then." The stranger says before swiping on her phone and answering the call.

Emily is completely stunned by this action. Well, not completely stunned. The feeling of riding the thick black cock is too good to stop and so she instead stares wide-eyed at the phone as the man beneath her points the camera at her.

"Oh my God! Honey... what... what the fuck's going on?" Her husband exclaims as he watches his wife riding some stranger's cock.

Emily is too shocked to speak and simply stares at the phone in disbelief whilst continuing to ride the stranger. Before she can work up to saying anything, her partner speaks for her.

"Hey bro, your wife's a little busy right now if you hadn't noticed. Maybe call back later or something." The stranger says.

"Wait sweetie! Can we talk about this! You're still my wife, we can talk this through!" Her husband shouts through the phone pleading.

"She ain't your wife anymore. Tonight, she's my bitch instead. Ain't that right hoe?" The stranger asks, panning the camera to Emily's face.

Emily looks at the camera a moment, her husband watching on in disbelief, staring at his wife's naturally big tits bounce on camera whilst she rides a total stranger's cock.

"That's... right. Bye... asshole." She says to the phone.

She lifts a hand from the bedhead to clumsily fumble around for the end call button, eventually finding it and hanging up on her husband.

With the call ended, her partner tosses her phone to the floor beside the bed. Emily basks in the rush of adrenaline from what she just did. She still can't believe she just told her husband she was this man's 'bitch' whilst riding him on video call. Perhaps now he'd feel some of the anguish he had caused her. The pride she feels from getting her **** is quickly interrupted by a sound from the door.

*KNOCK* *KNOCK*

"Five minutes! Wrap it up!" She hears the receptionist shout from outside.

Had it really been nearly an hour already. It had felt like both an eternity and yet not long enough. Emily's greedy pussy was hungry for more and yet she was exhausted from her first time riding cowgirl. She knew she needed to make him finish, but this man was some sort of stallion capable of going for hours on end it seemed.

"Get down on your stomach." He says with that commanding tone he has that always makes {Emma} fold instantly.

She does as he says, climbing off of him and lying on her belly. The only space for her to do so is in the filthy wet sheets of her own making. She feels them cling to her skin, a reminder of the most amazing orgasm she's ever felt.

As she lies there, her ass poking out ripe for the taking, her partner climbs up atop her and wastes no time stuffing his cock into her pussy. In an instant he's pounding her pussy harder and faster than ever before. Emily grips the sheets with her hands tight, clinging on for dear life as her sensitive pussy is fucked hard. Even as she bites down onto the bedsheets, her squeals still escape her mouth as she endures this rough fucking to please this complete stranger. The room echoes with the loud sound of her cheeks being clapped.

The feeling of his weight bearing down on top of her is immensely pleasurable. She seems to enjoy how submissive she feels when being truly fucked like this. With each thrust, he drives her body down into the cheap mattress.

After what feels like an eternity to Emily, but in reality must have only been a couple minutes, the man drives down as deep as he can into her pussy. It knocks the wind out of Emily, stopping her from squealing a reminder to him not to finish in her **** pussy. He instead does the exact opposite, practically spraying his seed straight into her womb. Emily feels his cock pulsating within her pussy and knows that her fate is sealed. A moment later and she can feel copious amounts of his cum filling her up from deep within.

She had no idea men could spray so much seed when they came, or perhaps it was only certain types of men. Men like the one currently filling up her fertile womb, built for knocking up white sluts like her. As much as the fear of falling pregnant terrifies her, she can't help but love the feeling of him pumping his baby batter inside of her.

When he finally finishes, he immediately climbs off of her and walks over to his clothes. Emily continues lying on the bed a moment, catching her breath and regaining her composure with regards to what just happened. He really had just cum inside of her, with no protection. On a day smack bang in the middle of her ovulation period now that she thought about it. She would definitely need to make a trip to the pharmacy in the morning.

When she's finally done recovering from the fucking of her life, she rolls over onto her back and looks up to find her partner already fully dressed looking at her, as if admiring his work.

"Alright hoe, I'm gonna head down. You better get out of here soon, sounds like they need the room. Hopefully I'll see you around again soon." He says with a grin as he walks towards the door.

"Wait! But... my name's Emily by the way!" She shouts at him in a pathetic last ditch attempt to feel like less of a slut, but he's already shut the door behind him before she finishes.

As she lies there in that bed, half naked, dripping with sweat, a bruised cervix and a belly full of cum in a room she paid for, all she can help but think about is how right her friend Val was. She had done everything she could to please the total stranger, but what he had given her in return satisfied her in ways she never could have even imagined before tonight.

Sure she's exhausted, sure she would almost certainly have to take Plan B to prevent her getting pregnant and sure she was down $20, but she had just had the best orgasm of her life, the best fuck of her life and she had her scumbag husband on the verge of tears over the phone. She rests her head back on the soft mattress, perhaps for the first time in her life feeling truly sexually satisfied.