The Proposition: Season Two - Episode 1 "A New Addiction"

The Proposition: Season Two - Episode 1

"A New Addiction"

By Dukes Hardcore Honeys - Expanded Ecchi NTR Cuckold Storyline

Mrs. Keagan stood at the top of the stairs in her tight pink panties, her massive, heart-shaped ass thrust out provocatively as she bent forward, one hand braced on the step. Her thick thighs and wide hips strained the fabric, the black band of her pulled-down skirt framing those plush cheeks like a gift. Her reddish-brown hair cascaded over her shoulder as she looked back with a sly, knowing smirk. The caption above her read: "Proposition 2 - Starring Mrs. Keagan."

It was just another morning in the Keagan household, or so it seemed. But everything had already begun to change.

The alarm blared relentlessly. BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

In the master bedroom, Mr. Keagan groaned, sitting up shirtless in bed, rubbing his eyes. Beside him, Mrs. Keagan—still half-asleep—stretched, her enormous ass shifting under the purple sheets, the curve of it impossible to ignore. She moaned softly, clearly not wanting to wake up.

"BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!" The digital clock screamed 7:45.

Mrs. Keagan finally stirred, her face scrunching in annoyance. "Mmm... Oh god, it's morning already?" she grumbled, her voice husky from sleep.

The morning routine continued in its usual chaotic fashion. Mrs. Keagan brushed her teeth vigorously, her full lips wrapped around the toothbrush, while in the mirror she caught glimpses of her own curvaceous body—wide hips swaying, heavy breasts bouncing slightly under her tank top. In the shower, hot water cascaded over her thick, naked form, soap suds tracing every inch of her soft, pale skin, dripping down the deep cleft of her ass and between her powerful thighs. She soaped her massive breasts, fingers lingering just a moment too long.

Downstairs, her husband was already rushing. "Honey, it's time to wake up," he called from the doorway, peeking in at her half-dressed

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In](http://form.In) the kitchen, their neighbor or perhaps a friend in a blue dress stretched, yawning, "Jeez Mom! Don't you see that I'm already up?" while another woman in glasses muttered, "Ninety-eight... ninety-nine..." counting something under her breath.

"After a nice hot shower, I usually head to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for my husband and kids as they all begin to wake up and get ready for school and work," Mrs. Keagan narrated to herself internally, trying to maintain the image of the perfect wife and mother.

But the cracks were already showing. At the breakfast table, family tensions simmered. Mrs. Keagan held their youngest child, smiling warmly for a moment, but her thoughts were elsewhere. "Family, we all have breakfast together while we discuss the future endeavors that the day will bring. Even though I have been working longer hours as of late, I still strive to maintain a close relationship with all of my children."

Her voice turned bitter as she addressed the issues with her eldest daughter Samantha. "Sadly, as of late, there has been a growing rift between myself and my eldest daughter Samantha. I initially brushed it off as some silly teenage phase but I worried that it is starting to get much worse between us..."

She spooned food into her mouth, chewing thoughtfully. "I really wish that my domestic issues were the worst of my problems. But it's really work and temptations at the real issue in my life. The one that no one must never find out about me."

Her heavy, black-shadowed breasts (in her mind's eye) pressed forward as she leaned over the table, the secret weighing on her.

Later that morning, Mrs. Keagan's phone buzzed. BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

She answered, her face shifting from tired to alert. "Hello...? Yes, I'm here now. I'll meet you in my classroom. Ok... Bye."

Five minutes later, the door to her classroom clicked shut. Taylor, a tall, muscular black man wearing shades, stood behind her. "Wassup Mrs. K?" he grinned, his hand already sliding boldly onto her thick ass, squeezing the soft flesh.

"We have an hour before stuff starts to show up. Is that good enough time for you?" he asked, voice low and cocky.

Mrs. Keagan's cheeks flushed. "Any time that I can slide my dick in you is good enough for me." (Her inner thoughts racing.)

Taylor pulled her close, grinding against her. "Let's go to our spot in the closet so you can grind that big soft ass on me the way that I like."

"O... okay," she whispered, voice trembling with **** excitement.

Inside the dim closet, clothes were quickly shoved aside. Taylor's massive black cock sprang free—thick, veiny, and rock-hard. Mrs. Keagan's huge ass pressed back against him, cheeks spreading around his shaft as she began to grind, her panties pushed to the side.

"Uhhh Yeah... Just like that baby. Yo cheeks feel good wrapped around my dick! Fuck I'm a CUM!" Taylor groaned, hands gripping her wide hips.

She moaned, biting her lip. "Wow! You sure like cumming on my ass don't you..."

"SPLORRTT! SPLORRTT!" Thick ropes of hot cum blasted across her massive ass cheeks, painting the pale skin white. Globs dripped down her thighs.

"Uhhhhh!!!! SHIT! UHHH!!!!" Taylor grunted in release.

Afterward, Mrs. Keagan stood in shock, cum still dripping from her ass. She wiped at it with tissue, staring in disbelief. "What? And sex this early?"

In a flashback panel, students in class gasped as explicit photos were displayed on the front board—clearly of her. "After school, someone left an envelope on one of the front desks that displayed some really graphic photographs... I was really shocked to find out that it belonged to one of my senior students who has been secretly watching us all this time."

She hurried to clean up. "Yeah now hurry it up ass. We only got 40 minutes left and I wanna cum."

The intensity escalated. In a wild, multi-panel sequence, Taylor dominated her completely. Mrs. Keagan was on her knees, sucking hungrily: "SUCK! SLURP! SLURRRPI! SUCKI!" Her lips stretched wide around his thick black cock.

"Yeah... take this fat dick bitch!" he commanded.

She gagged and moaned, eyes watering. Another scene showed her in fishnet lingerie and a gas mask, getting pounded mercilessly—"Mmmph! MMMPH!"—while money scattered around them, emphasizing the raw, transactional lust.

"SPLORRTTT! SPLORRTTT!" More cum flooded her

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In](http://body.In) the climax panels, her face contorted in ecstasy and shame. "GAAHH! UUUUGHHH! UUAAAGHH!" Her massive tits and ass were covered in cum, body shaking as orgasms ripped through her.

"This bitch is broken in now (Snnniff!) Who's next?" Taylor laughed.

Minutes later, another intense session. "SLISHHH!!!!" Wet sounds filled the air as Taylor thrust into her from behind, her huge ass rippling with every impact. "SLAPI! SLAPI! SLAPI!" His hips slapped loudly against her soft cheeks.

"Oh GOD! Light! Taylor! Your pounding my ass too hard I can hear it!" Mrs. Keagan cried out, tears of overwhelming pleasure in her eyes.

"Damn baby, it slid right in. You're taking me much better now," Taylor praised, gripping her hips harder.

"I sure hope he doesn't know how many times that you and your booties had sex with me back there..." she thought desperately.

"Don't worry Mrs. K (Grunt!) I'm about to cum deep in your tight ass!"

"OHHHH! OH GOD! You're going to make me cum from having your ass!" she screamed.

"Yeah YESS! Give it to me deep in my ass Big Daddy!"

"SLISH! Slish! Slush!" The sounds grew wetter as he filled her.

The final explosive finish: Taylor buried deep inside her ass under blue sheets. "SLAPI! SLAPI! SLAPI!" "Here it comes baby! UHHHAA! UHHH!!!!"

"SPLORRTTT! SPLORRTTT!" Massive loads pumped into her, overflowing and dripping everywhere.

"Phew! Phew! O... ok..." Mrs. Keagan panted, utterly spent, cum leaking down her thighs.

Back in class, Mrs. Keagan sat at her desk, legs crossed tightly, a faint satisfied glow on her face despite the shame. "I felt truly calm and relaxed after my daily dose of big cock that Taylor filled me with this morning."

But outside, walking through a rundown part of town, doubt crept in. "But even in my relaxed mental state, I still can't shake the small feeling that an issue was brewing that I will soon need to deal with."

She stepped off a bus, adjusting her tight pink top and leggings, her thick body drawing stares. "Thank you," she said to the driver.

"Hmmm..." she thought, eyeing the sketchy surroundings. "This looks like an odd place..."

To Be Continued...