Roland arrives first

The apartment door unlocks audibly, and swings open with the rustling of bags. As you turn around, you can see it's Kim's husband returning with the groceries. By now, you're so relaxed and dull from the pill you took earlier that you merely greet him with a half-hearted wave before returning your attention to the TV.

After putting the groceries away, Kim's husband casually joins you on the couch and asks you a few questions about what you're watching, but you barely even manage to answer let alone fully comprehend everything he's saying. "What's up with you? Ah, did Kim give you one of the pills?" he asks eventually, and you weakly nod in response. "Ah-huh, I see. And she's doing the laundry?" he adds and you once again nod. Your mind felt... empty. Perhaps it wasn't such a good idea to have taken a pill after you had one just a day before.

"I see, I see. Well how about you come sit on my lap and I'll keep you safe until she's back," he offers and you feel... like it would be the right thing to do. It was difficult to form a single coherent thought, safety would be nice, safety is good. You sluggishly slide over to his side of the couch and he lifts you up and onto his lap with a chuckle. "There ya go, safe and sound."

His hands in the meantime wander down to your shapely, pale legs and under your nightgown. Without even asking for permission, you feel him easily reaching for your thin panties and tugging them off your womanhood, down your thighs and finally off your legs before he simply tosses them into a corner. "There, isn't that better? A pretty pussy like yours needs to breathe," he points out, which again... sounded logical to you. He even did the same to himself, undoing his pants and sliding them down to his knees to reveal his immense, black dick. You take a closer look, and see thick veins coursing along its girth and leading up to a bulbous purple cockhead. "I think they like eachother," he continues as he grabs the base of his shaft, and guides the fat tip up and against your slit to run it up and down along the length of your feminine entrance. It doesn't take long before your pussy lips turn a light shade of red, almost as if they're blushing.

"I... guess so," you reply weakly. Something about the situation seemed... bad, but on the other hand you really couldn't think of a reason why. If anything... it looked innocent, didn't it?

"I think your pussy wants a kiss," he suggests as he begins applying a bit more pressure, until the bloated head of his penis pops into your body, without a trace of protection to prevent his pre-cum from seeping into you. You gasp and shift your hips a little but Roland holds you in place as he begins to pull out again.

He slips out with a wet smack that lures another chuckle out of him. "See, your pussy likes kissing," comes his answer as he dips the glands of his rod back between your slippery lips. "I think your pussy fell in love with my dick. Don't you want a happy pussy?" he suggests and you struggle to form an opinion. Glancing back down, your folds were readily parting to make room for his bulbous cockhead, moments away from entering you again. Once again it somewhat began to make sense in your head, maybe he was right and maybe your lady bits really did like the attention. Why else would they spread apart so easily?

He playfully dipped the purple cockhead back into you and allowed it to slide out on its own, repeating the process a couple more times. Each time you began to get a little more wet, each entry caused a slightly more slippery noise.

The door suddenly unlocks and opens again, while Roland reacts quickly by throwing a blanket over your crotch to hide the intimate connection you two share. "Hey, welcome back," he says sweetly while you feel his rigid erection getting caught in your slippery cunt and sinking deeper into your receptive flesh at an alarming rate, as he attempted to conceal the fact that he was inside of you, and bareback at that.

Kim in the meantime drops the laundry basket near the entrance of the apartment, unaware of the risky situation that you were in.

You can feel your vagina stretching bitterly around his cock, until the thick tip of his member began nudging against your cervix, making you tense up and wince in a mixture of pain and pleasure. After just a few seconds of that, your tired and overwhelmed body responded by instinct and you could feel your groin getting hot and numb as a soothing climax relaxed your insides with a dull, mellow pulsing. Your vagina began to rhythmically squeeze down on Roland's appendage, as if to lovingly thank him for the orgasm.

Kim returned to the couch only briefly, giving her husband a quick peck on the cheek. "I can't stay for long, a friend called, she urgently needs a babysitter. Take care of my BFF for me, will you?" she asks kindly while it appears as if you're simply fixated on the big screen ahead. Kim couldn't see that under the simple cover, your pussy was rapidly tightening again and again, until Roland's dick began throbbing in response. While Kim briefly grabbed the keys, she had no idea that under the blanket, two sets of genitals were twitching in silent release. The only sensation you could feel was a comforting pulsing throughout your body, while your pussy on the other hand was **** to drink up the undesired injection of your partner's african semen. More of it flooded your naked pussy while Kim returned to your side a final time to give you a kiss on the cheek as well before turning and leaving the apartment, blissfully unaware of the infidelity. It was only when she closed the door that you could feel the first dribble of goo beginning to ooze out of your freshly inseminated crotch.

Nearly ten hours later, you find yourself on your back in their bedroom with your feet bouncing in the air. You're completely naked and you can hear the bed squeaking direly, while Roland was on top of you and eagerly enjoying every thrust into your womanhood. Every push inwards coaxed a sickening noise out of your pussy, like squeezing a wet sponge. You've long ago stopped counting your orgasms, and there was a wet puddle underneath your crotch consisting of a mixture of your own juices and remnants of sperm. The mattress was no doubt ruined, and getting the stink of sex out of the room would be impossible for weeks. Still, Roland enjoyed your snatch and you still couldn't think of any reason for why you should stop him. It did help that whenever you showed signs of anxiety, he dropped another pill into your mouth and made sure you'd swallow it right down.

Everything comes to an end however, and Kim eventually returns home to hear the creaking bed. You're somewhat aware of Roland jumping out of the room, you hear some shouting right outside the door, but you can't make out a whole lot of what they're saying. Everything looked and felt unreal. Kim ends up storming into the bedroom, and through blurry eyes you can see her staring at you, repeatedly asking "Is it true? You asked him for this? You want to be his girlfriend?"