The next day

After that, Clara became clingy. I knew instantly telling her that I loved her was wrong, not just because it wasn't true but because it triggered something in her. She started talking about the future as if the two of us were going to have one of those. I was forced to feed her my dick just to keep her quiet.

The stamina of that girl was both amazing and tiring, even for Mike's body. I filled her pussy with cum four or five more times that night and twice for breakfast. What I learned was that after the third time, it was not all that enjoyable. I mean, maybe if I was making love to someone I cared about...but not with the resort slut.

After the second course the next morning, Clara had to go to work. I was relieved to be rid of her. I showered to wash her scent off of me and laid down for a brief nap.

I did feel a little guilt. Unless Mike was shooting blanks or she was on the pill, I knew there was a good chance we had just changed that poor girl's life forever.

I had never understood how guy could knock women up and leave them, but it suddenly was as clear as day.

It wasn't a cultural thing, it was a testosterone thing. Laying there in bed I felt and thought like myself, but when I got turned on my brain didn't quite work right. When my big black cock was hard, I just needed to fuck something.

It did make me wonder what all of these years of denying John that pleasure had done to him. I had literally made him beg for pussy, then forced him to jerk himself off instead, after eating me.

Had I turned my husband into a little bitch, or was he born that way?

I fell asleep with that one my mind. When I woke up a few hours later I decided to go for a walk to clear my head.