Candy confesses to Big Pete

"Umm... umm.." Candy stammered as she struggled to find words. She knew Meat had told Bodie not to mention to Pete that he's staying in this hotel. Then Bodie also mentioned to Candy that Meat & Pete don't quite get along. So she just made a mistake in her cum-crazed state. "Fuck!" Pete barked, his cock still throbbing and leaking cum onto Candy's face. "Why da fuck are ya silent, slut? My hog's out of yo' mouth now. So answer me! How da fuck da ya know dat nigga?"

Candy trembled as she heard Pete's angry barking. Her mind was racing, trying to find a way out of this situation. The last thing she wanted was to anger Pete, especially after what had just transpired between them. "I...I'm sorry, Big Pete. I didn't mean to upset you. It's just that..." she trailed off, biting her lip nervously. Pete's eyes narrowed dangerously, his jaw clenching as he waited for her explanation. "Spit it out, slut!", she growled again, whipping her tits with his still hard cock.

Pete's slapped his huge cock against Candy's swollen nipples with a wet smack, the sound of the slaps echoed through the night, mingling with the bubbles of the jacuzzi. "I'm... I mean we... it's just that..." she stammered, her breath hitching as the thick head of his dick caught her nipple on the upswing. "I'm here with Meat..." she panted, the words tumbling out in a **** rush. Pete's eyes narrowed, his grip on his monster cock tightening as he continued to whip her tits with relentless precision, each strike sending sharp jolts of pain mixed with unwanted pleasure through her body. "He brought me to the hotel today..." she continued, her voice cracking under the pressure. "He's... he's making me sleep with him... he says I'm his new white wife." she blurted out between gasps, her cum-slicked breasts quivering under the brutal rhythm of his thrusts

Pete's expression darkened as Candy's words hung in the air, her confession spilling out in a trembling rush. He leaned back, his massive frame undulating with each breath, and let out a low, mocking chuckle. "So lemme get dis straight," he drawled, his voice laced with sarcasm, "ya dat hobo's little plaything, huh? Sneakin' aroun' wid him behin' your white hubby's back, jus' for his nigga dick to make ya cum, huh? To give ya da fuckin' pleasure dat your weak-ass husband can't provide? Den ya got so much hooked dat ya out here fuckin' him in this cheap ass hotel in a nigga hood, like a bitch in heat?" He slapped her nipple again with his cock, harder this time, leaving a red mark. Candy flinched & bit her lip, suppressing a moan. "An' now dat da nigga's passed out somewhere, ya came out here to play on yo own an' ended up on da business end of my hog before ya even realized what hit ya", he sneered. Candy shivered, the truth of his words cutting through her like a knife. Her cheeks burning with a mix of shame and humiliation. She could only nod silently, her head bowed in shameful acknowledgment.

Pete's grin widened as he gazed at Candy, her face still glistening with his semen, her breasts red from the relentless slapping of his cock. "Damn baby, ya really are a nasty little slut, ain't ya?" he said, his voice dripping with a mix of amusement and dominance. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear. "Ya must be da biggest black cock slut I've ever seen. An' I've seen a lot o' dose", he added, emphasizing each word with a slap of his cock against her breasts, the wet smack echoing through the night. Candy's confusion was evident, her brows furrowing as she tried to make sense of Pete's sudden shift from anger to apparent approval. Pete seemed to be reveling in her submission.

Pete grinned wickedly, his eyes gleaming with a predatory light. "Baby, ya a fuckin' trophy," he growled, his voice low and rough. "A pretty little white slut like ya, wid fat titties like dese," he growled, giving her breasts another hard, punishing slap with his cock that made them bounce, "and a badonkadonk built like a black bitch... actin' all **** for a black cock... ya a rare fuckin' commodity, baby! Ya jus' beggin' for it, ain't ya?" he growled. "Ya jus' achin' for a big, black cock to stretch dat tight little pussy of yours, ain't ya?" He leaned in closer, his large cock sawing between her tits again, as he continued, "An' now ya out here in da hood, riskin' everythin' ya got, jus' to get ya rocks off, huh? Jus' to get some nigger cum in ya from a dirty old bum. Damn, dat's hot! Ya even hornier dan I thought. Yo' hubby doesn' know what he's got, lettin' a tramp like ya run wild."

Pete's hot breath fanned across Candy's face, leaving her skin tingling with goosebumps. "So tell me, baby," he sneered, his voice dripping with excitement. "How many black dicks have ya taken? How many fat black asses have ya sucked? How many big cocks have ya ridden until ya were screaming our nigger names? Any of dem got to use dat fine booty of yo's?" His words were crude, bordering on obscene, but there was a hint of excitement in his voice, a hint of the pleasure he was getting from teasing the shy busty white wife and mother of one.

"It's not like that, Big Pete," she whimpered, her voice cracking as he ground his cockhead roughly against her nipple, the friction sending a mix of pain and pleasure through her. "I—I just met him yesterday... he was at my home... and one thing led to another... and he took me on my bed... then in my son's bed... and in the shower...I didn't mean to... I couldn't stop myself" Her breath hitched as Pete's cock started slapping her tits again. "And then today... he made me do stuff with him in my car... in my son's school parking lot... he made me suck his willy there...", Candy's breath getting faster as the scenes played in her head..., "Then he took me to my husband's office parking lot and made me.... made me... take it in my tushy... inside my husband's car. He made me read these... vows in the car.... said they were our new wedding vows," Candy gulped, "and after that... I just couldn't say no to him. He was so insistent... so overpowering!"

Pete's laughter rumbled deep in his chest as Candy's words tumbled out in a **** rush. His expression twisted into a mix of amusement and disbelief. "Aww damn baby, ya sure know how to paint a picture! So dat hobo jus' walked into yo' life yesterday, an' now he's got ya runnin' around, doin' all kinds of freaky shit with him? Ya sayin' he's shagged you all over yo house, then ya go out dere suckin' his dick in yo' son's school parkin' lot, and den you let him pound yo ass in your hubby's car, right in his office parkin' lot?". He paused, letting the weight of her confession hang in the air, before bursting into a loud, guttural laugh that vibrated through the jacuzzi water. "Damn, it's like a fuckin' Cinderella story, but with a black cock involved. An' instead of a prince, you got a fuckin' homeless nigga! Ya white bitches really be into some freaky shit, ain't ya? But I gotta admit baby, I'm fuckin' impressed. You got some real fuckin' guts, lettin' a nigga bust a fat nut in ya ass, right there in public, dat too doin' all dat in yo' man's car in his own damn parkin' lot" He leaned in closer, his cock pressing between her tits as he sneered. "And he made ya read vows? An' ya think ya had ****?"

Candy's voice trembled as she admitted, "He... he did have his willy up my tushy at that moment... so... I didn't have much of an option, you see." Pete's eyes widened in a mix of shock and amusement, clearly taken aback by her blunt vulgarity. He leaned back, stroking his cock with a slow, deliberate motion, and sneered, "So Meat was da only nigga dat had you? Nobody else?" Candy bit her lip, staring at the monster cock in Pete' hand as she muttered, "Well...", her voice trembled as she continued, "Well, there's actually another one. Bodie... you know, the guy in the lobby.... He tricked me into taking a shower with him tonight... I had just gone to get dinner for Meat... and wanted to place to shower. Meat had... you know... covered me in his load... and he wouldn't even let me wash it off... so Bodie told me I could use a shower in an empty motel room... but... but he had actually led me to his own bathroom! I was supposed to be there alone... but he slipped in the shower with me, and... and he took my kitty and my tushy in shower... and my kitty back again in his room." She paused, a mix of shame and embarrassment flushing her cheeks, but then a small giggle escaped her lips. "But he was really funny, you know? He kept making jokes the whole time, even when he was... you know. "

Pete slapped his thick shaft against her cum covered cheek & said, "So ya got Meat plowin' yo' ass in yo' home & yo' hubby's car, den Bodie diggin' in yo' pink lil' holes, and now here ya are, sittin' in a jacuzzi with Big Pete, tryin' to get fucked in every hole ya got."

Candy's head jerked up, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and defiance. "No, no, that's not true!" she protested, her voice shaking but laced with a **** urgency. Pete let go of his cock & gripped her asscheeks tightly as he yanked her forwards, her body sliding over his lap. He was careful to keep her cum-streaked upper body from touching his belly, the distance between them filled with the heat of their bodies and the steam from the jacuzzi. Candy's fiery pussy brushed against Pete's huge black balls, the contact sending a shiver through her despite her protests.

Pete's deep, rumbling voice cut through the steam-filled air, his words dripping with a mix of mockery and arousal. "Den why ya sittin' here buck naked on my lap, huh? Ya think I **** ya to shove my big black hog down yo' throat, or squeeze it between dem pretty white melons of yo's?" He chuckled, the sound low and menacing, as he pressed his cock tighter against her breasts, the heat from her skin mingling with the steam. "Ya came here in dat itty bitty bikini, flaunting what ya got, and now ya actin' like ya didn' ask fo' dis." He chuckled, as he shifted slightly, making sure his balls grazed against her clit again. Candy's breath hitched, her body betraying her despite her attempts to resist. The rough hairs on Pete's nutsack sent shivers through her, and she could feel the heat building in her core, her orgasm teasing her like a cruel lover.

Pete's sneer deepened as he leaned back, his massive frame glistening with steam. "And den ya go gulpin' down all dat cum of mine while givin' tittyfucks like a goddamn pro," he taunted, "An' ya still sayin' dat ya ain't tryin' to get my hog in dat tight little coochie of yo's?" He squeezed her asscheeks hard, his fingers digging into her flesh and pulled her closer. Candy's eyes widened, her breath hitching as she stared at the cock still nestled between her breasts, the heat from her skin mingling with the steam of the jacuzzi.. "It's... too big, Big Pete," she stuttered, her voice trembling. "It'll... split me in half!"

Pete's grin widened, his massive frame undulating with each slow, deliberate movement. "Baby, ya don' need to worry 'bout dat," he drawled, his voice thick with confidence. "I ain't ever met a slut who could take my hog, but ya da biggest slut of 'em all." With each word, he gave her ass a firm squeeze, his fingers digging into her soft flesh like a brand. "Ya'll take it all, an' ya'll love it. Dat I know," he taunted, his eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and dominance.

Pete's deep voice echoed through the steamy air, as he continued, "Ya jus' thank yo' stars dat ya hit da jackpot when ya came here today. Cuz dis ain't just' any nigger dick, baby. It's da biggest, baddest muthafuckin' dick in da game." With that, he suddenly stood up, his powerful frame rising from the jacuzzi like a behemoth.