Emily's 'Daddy'

Emily's husband shifts his gaze upwards to see who is standing before him. Towering over him by at least a couple feet is a wide-shouldered, muscular black man whom he's never seen before in his life. However, he has his arm wrapped around the shoulder of someone he does recognise. Standing beside the stranger with a mean smirk is Val, Emily's college friend. As he sees her, it immediately clicks that it was her sucking some black man's cock in the alleyway outside. It seemed the reason she had frowned when she spotted him was because she recognised him as Emily's husband. Unfortuantely, he had failed to recognise her whilst she was getting a messy face-fucking out in that dark alleyway.

"What's this I hear about not paying one of my bitches." The man says with a deep voice.

"Daddy! Val!" Emily says enthusiastically from the bed, seemingly surprised at him being there.

"What are you two doing here?" She asks with a frown.

"Well, I was getting facefucked down in the alley when I spotted you walking with a client. That's when I recognised him as your ex-husband. I knew he was bound to make trouble so the moment I swallowed my client's load I called daddy here to come and deal with the situation." Val replies.

"Ohhh so that's why you were texting and asking what room I was in. I was so confused because I knew for sure you wouldn't wanna turn this one into a threesome." Emily says with a giggle.

"Look... I think I better... umm... I better get going." Emily's husband says nervously, clearly intimidated by Marco's size.

"Not without paying you're not." Marco says, unwrapping his arm from Val's shoulder and stepping forward.

"But she's my wife! And... I didn't quite realise how much cash I would need. I thought this side of town would be cheaper, you know?" Her husband responds, panicking a little now.

"I don't care who you are, you fuck one of my bitches, you pay. The full amount." Marco responds.

"Alright look, here's everything I brought, ok? Just take it and you'll never see me again." He responds.

Marco snatches the money out of his hand, counting it out before him.

"This just barely covers the room dumbass. Besides, she takes bank transfer, don't you hoe."

"That's right, I've even got a little qr code that you can scan tattooed here under my tits." Emily says eagerly, lifting up her heavy breasts to show it off to her husband.

"Ok but I'd have to move some money around and whatnot, are you sure we can't just call it even?" Her husband responds.

"Tell you what, I think I'm gonna teach you a lesson. First, I'm gonna knock you out. Then, me and some of my boys that I've invited over are gonna run a train on your wife's ass in this room you paid for. When you wake up, you move around whatever money you need to and once I see the transfer hit my account, you're free to go. Understand?" Marco asks.

"Wait! Can't we all just..." Her husband starts.

*BANG*

Marco hits Emily's husband harder than he's been hit before in his life. In an instant, he's knocked back against the motel room wall, sliding down it as his vision starts to fade. The last thing he hears before everything goes black is Marco talking to his wife.

"Get on your knees and suck this dick till it's nice and sloppy bitch. We finna rough that ass up tonight for all this headache you've caused me." Marco says.

"Yes daddy." Emily purrs as she obediently kneels down in front of him.