D-Railed

It was 2 a.m. Elizabeth couldn't sleep. She wasn't sure what to do. Jamaal was crippled and in no mental state to be a partner or even a sounding board. D-Train was ... not a father-type. Did she go back into the dating world? Why did Douglas have to betray her?

She sighed, hearing Katie cry. Katie had been born the day she filed divorce, a silver lining to a stormy day. She got up, undoing her robe so that Katie could start tdivorceo feed on her milk-laden breasts. Then her cell phone showed she received a text.

D-Train: U up?

Elizabeth sighed again. She was feeling the lack of male companionship tonight in particular.

***

D-Train showed up half an hour later. He looked back and forth, almost like he felt it was a setup, then rang the doorbell at the palatial mansion. Elizabeth answered the door, wearing only a negligee. D-Train whistled.

"This is a nice house bitch. Your old man around?" He looked good. Long, lean, dark skin, tattoos. Despite her reservations about the rest of him, Elizabeth had to admit the man exuded sex appeal.

"I filed for divorce," she responded simply.

"Word? So you're needing a new man now."

"I'm in the market for it," she said, cursing herself for being so forward.

"Tight. Well, show me around."

***

They didn't make it to the kitchen before D-Train had her negligee tossed off and was balls deep inside her. His gigantic black cock pillaged her, delving time and again between the soft pink folds of her pussy, his heavy balls punishing her clit. He made her feel like a ho, like a pure vessel for his lust and sin. And when he finally came, collapsing over her frame, her mental reticence was overcome by her physical need.

"Do you ... do you see yourself as a father type, D-Train?" Elizabeth asked. It was a dumb question, she knew.

"Not for your old man's kids. But for some of my own ... maybe."