Mark is eager

Getting home Mark was voracious. He pulled me from the car, leaving my clothes there and dragged me naked inside. "You are such a fucking slut." He said as he closed the door.

I moaned at his words, still aroused even after everything. He grabbed my arm and pulled me towards the couch. As he leant me over the armrest, he fumbled with his pants. Soon he had me bent over, his hands mauling my tits as I moaned in aroused discomfort. He pushed his cock into my sodden cunt and started to pound me.

"You really going to let his ants bite you?" He panted as he fucked me. I knew he wouldn't last long.

"No, I'm going to beg to let his ants bite my tits," I promised.

"Cover your nipples in honey and let them feast on you," he continued. His hands were becoming rougher, pulling on my sensitive nipples as I creamed over his cock. "Such a wet slut, full of a strange black man's cum."

I pushed my arse back against him, "You going to cum in me?" I asked him.

He laughed, "Fuck no, I don't want to risk knocking you up, going to let Donald do that tomorrow." I moaned louder at his words.

"You really want me knocked up with a stranger's baby?"

"I want everyone to know what kind of slut you are, so when you have a black baby feeding on your nipples covered in scars from ants, everyone will know."

I shuddered over his cock and his words. “Do it. Please, do it. Make sure everyone knows what a fucking slut I am. That I’ll let anyone fuck my cunt and knock me up,” I screamed in ecstasy.

I felt him pull out of me and then start to cum across my arse and back, long ropy strands of cum. I moaned in frustration at his withdrawal.

After several moments he came around and flopped onto the couch. He was still wearing his shirt but nothing else. “I will then. I will let our friends know that you are available for anything they want. That a black man tried to knock you up, and you loved every minute of it. That they can come here day or night, and you will be at their service.”

I struggled from the armrest and lay across his lap, taking his wet cock into my mouth, tasting the remnants of Donald’s cum on him. He started to stroke my hair as he continued. “That you are available for parties that you want to be abused. And that when we get married, you are going to service them all in your wedding dress.”

I stopped sucking on him and looked up at him, “When we get married?” I asked.

He laughed, “Come on.” He pushed me off him before standing and helping me up. With cum still running down my back into the crack of my arse, he led me into the bedroom. “Kimmie, I never thought I would meet such a fucked up person like myself, but I did.” He opened his side table and pulled out a little velvet box. “I would be honoured if you would wear this tomorrow while Donald abuses you and knocks you up.”

He knelt there in the bedroom, his shirt still on, his cock hard and dripping. He looked up at me, over my bruised tits and opened the box. “Will you marry me?”

Inside was two rings, one a classic engagement ring with a little diamond. The other a nipple ring, finely engraved with words. I reached down and took the box from him, looking at the engraving. ‘I’m married. Please **** me.’ It said.

“If you weren’t into tonight, I was just going to give you the ring, but…” he shrugged, “I think you enjoyed yourself.”