Morning thoughts

Claire woke up the next morning, her body aching from the hard sex and **** of the previous night. She groaned as she sat up, her head spinning from the after-effects of the ****.

She reached for the joint she had hidden in her bedside table, lit it and took a long drag. She closed her eyes and felt the high wash over her. She was proud of herself for hiding her actions from her husband. She knew he would be disappointed if he knew what she had done last night.

But she didn't care. She loved the feeling of being a bad girl, of doing something she knew she shouldn't do. She loved the rough sex and the **** because it made her feel alive and free.

She thought of the black gangsters she had been with, of their rough hands and harsh words. She felt a shiver of excitement run down her spine as she remembered how they had used her body, how they had made her feel like a whore.

She finished her joint, lay back and felt the exhaustion overtake her. She knew she would do it again, she couldn't stop it. She was addicted to the pleasure, to the danger. She was spoiled now, and she loved it.

Claire continued to smoke the joint, taking long drags and enjoying the feeling of intoxication. She felt her body relax and her thoughts drift away. She lost herself in the pleasure of the moment and forgot everything else.

She let her hand slide down her body, feeling the curves of her breasts, the flatness of her belly. She closed her eyes and imagined the rough hands of the black men on her body, their harsh words.

She slipped her hand under her panties and felt the wetness there. She moaned as she began to touch herself, her fingers moving in slow circles. She felt the orgasm building, felt the pleasure spreading through her body.

She let her mind wander and imagined herself being used as a whore by the black thugs. She felt the pleasure building and building until it finally exploded inside her. She moaned, her body shaking as the orgasm washed over her.

She lay there for a moment longer, her body still shaking from the orgasm. She smiled to herself, feeling content and satisfied. She smoked out her joint, went into the bathroom and stubbed it out in the sink.

Claire received a text message from Jessica on her cell phone, a link to a video. She clicked on it and her heart raced when she saw the video playing.

It was Jessica being roughly groped by a group of black thugs. Claire watched open-mouthed as Jessica was used and abused by the men. She could see the pleasure on Jessica's face as she moaned and writhed as the men took her.

Claire felt her arousal building, her body responding to the rough sex and the way Jessica was being used. She watched as the men climaxed and Jessica's body was covered in their cum.

She couldn't believe what she was seeing, but she couldn't look away. She watched as the video ended, her body shaking with arousal.

She texted Jessica back and asked if she could be there too. She had to know, she had to find out if she could experience the same pleasure.

Jessica texted back that she would speak to the men to see if they would be interested in having Claire there. Claire waited, her body trembling with anticipation.

When Jessica finally wrote back to say that the men were interested, Claire could hardly believe it. She was going to take part in a gangbang, just like Jessica.

She could hardly wait, she was aroused, excited and anxious all at the same time.