Debauchery over the phone

Meat's hand moved swiftly, angling the camera to capture every twitch of Candy's face as he slammed his thumb down on the loudspeaker button. The sudden crackle of the dial tone made her flinch, and before she could react, her husband's voice boomed into the room, echoing off the walls. Meat's breath was a hot whisper against her ear, "Act normal, bitch, or this gets a whole lot worse if he finds out," he hissed, his fingers closing around her nipple like a vice. Candy's eyes darted towards the camera, her face a mask of terror, but she **** a shaky smile into her voice.

Candy's voice trembled as she spoke into the receiver, "Hey honey, when will you be back for dinner?" Her husband's voice, distant but clear, replied, "It'll take me about an hour or two. What are you cooking for dinner tonight?" She hesitated, as she had not got any time to cook dinner, glancing at Meat, who was still grinning maliciously. "I... I have a bit of a headache," she stammered, trying to keep her tone steady. "I wasn't really in the mood to cook, so I was thinking of ordering pizza." Meat's grin widened, and he leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear. "More like ass-ache," he whispered, his hand cracking against her asscheek with a loud slap.

Candy's lips clenched tightly as the sharp sting of Meat's slap reverberated through her body, the sound echoing through the room. Andy's voice crackled through the phone, laced with confusion, "What was that noise?" Candy's heart raced as she scrambled for an excuse, her voice trembling, "It's just the TV hun, there was a gunshot on the show I was watching." Her husband's skepticism was palpable, "Why are you watching TV if you have a headache?" Candy's mind raced, her thoughts jumbled with panic, but before she could muster a response, Meat's fat black cock pressed against her lips, the slick surface & musty smell a grim reminder of where it had just been.

As Meat's cock slid in and out of her pretty mouth, Andy's voice crackled through the phone, laced with growing concern. "Are you still there? Why aren't you answering me?" She quickly pulled the cock away from her lips, her breath hitching as she **** a steady tone, "I'm here, baby. I just... I turned the TV on because I was feeling a bit bored." "Ow," Andy paused, the line humming with static, "You don't need to order the pizza. It'll just get cold by the time I get home. I'll bring it myself after I leave the office. Which place do you want it from?"

Meat's breath was a hot whisper against Candy's ear, his voice low and menacing as he murmured, "Tell him the name of the Papa John's in downtown, it's at least twenty miles from here, so we will get more time to ourselves." His hand closed around her breast, squeezing roughly as his fingers pinched her nipple, sending a sharp sting through her body. Candy's eyes widened, her mind racing as she struggled to speak. The phone still clutched in her hand, the line open, her husband's distant voice a muffled hum in the background.

Candy's voice steadied as she **** the words out, "Honey, could you please get it from the Papa John's downtown? I've heard they have a special sauce that's only available there, and I'm really craving it tonight." Her Andy's surprise was evident, "But that's twenty miles away, why there? The one nearby is just as good." Meat's grip tightened on her breast again, his fingers digging into her flesh as he whispered, "Tell him it's worth the drive, that their sauce is the best you've ever tasted." Candy swallowed hard, her heart pounding, "I know it's a bit far, but I just can't get enough of their sauce. It's so yummy!"

As Meat's thumb circled her puffy areola & pointy nipple, Candy continued, her voice trembling slightly as she added, "And could you make sure it's extra cheesy with double pepperoni, but on only half the pizza? And the other half should have mushrooms and olives, but no sauce. Oh, and please, make sure the crust is well-done." Her husband sighed audibly, clearly annoyed by the complicated order. "Alright, I'll get it from downtown. It's going to take a while, though." Candy nodded, even though he couldn't see her, relieved that she'd managed to stall him further by giving the extra complicated order.

As Candy spoke with her husband, Meat's arousal intensified, driven by the deceit and the power dynamic. He lay back on the bed, his cock stiffening again with anticipation. Without hesitation, he reached out, grasped Candy's wrist, and pulled her toward him. She stumbled, still clutching the phone, her voice faltering as she tried to maintain the conversation. Meat positioned her over him, his hands gripping her hips roughly. He aligned his foot long erection with her birthcanal entrance, his breath coming in eager gasps. With a swift motion, he pulled her down, impaling her on his cock & began to bounce her up & down using his hips.

As Meat began to bounce Candy slowly on his charcoal black cock, her gasps filled the air, each upward thrust met with a sharp intake of breath. Meat's thick black lips clamped onto her stiff left nipple, the suction sending waves of pleasure mixed with pain through her body. With one hand, Meat adjusted the phone camera to capture every angle of their entwined forms, while the other hand found her clit, his fingers circling it with relentless precision. Candy's orgasm loomed on the horizon, her voice trembling as she somehow managed to **** out a goodbye to her husband, "Bb..yee, hunnnn. L..ovvve y...ouu", before the line went dead.