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The Cuckold Manager and His Slut Wife:
Taking Two Big Black Cocks

J.S. Lee


Copyright © 2017. All rights reserved.

This is a work of fiction.

All characters are 18 or older.

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He never would have come to the motel if it hadn't been the best head of his life. Even knowing that, once he parked and looked around, slinking down in his seat because there was something so low down about the place and about trying to find her even though she had clearly not wanted to see him again. Jamal had never been a stalker in his life, not even close. In fact, his last girlfriend was the one that drove by the house and haunted his social media. He had always been more of a live and let live kind of guy.


All he had to do was close his eyes and remember the feel of her hot mouth around the base of his dick though and it all made perfect sense once more. The excuse was that after rescuing her in the parking lot, he just wanted to make sure that the gorgeous brunette hadn't broken down on the side of the road somewhere. Jamal had just been concerned about the state of her car and wanted nothing else than to make sure that she had arrived safely back at work.


He got out of the car and slammed the door shut behind him, clicked the button for the locks and checked for any suspicious looking characters before walking away from the car. Jamal pulled his collar up and kept his eyes down. He had always avoided this side of town and this motel in particular. It had a reputation for shady dealings and it seemed like the kind of place where the cops would arrest a young, black man first and ask questions later.


A bell rang when he pushed the office door open and in spite of the sound that announced his presence, no one scurried to the front desk. There was an old television on the counter, the rabbit ears had been duct taped to a particular position and yet, there was just static. Jamal leaned over the counter and called out, “hello, is anyone back there?” There was a sticky residue on everything he touched and Jamal looked around for hand sanitizer. There was none.


He stared at his phone, it had almost been five minutes that he'd been waiting here like an idiot. Maybe the woman saw him walking in and in her shame, decided to let him wait. He'd call her out, “Darlene, hey Darlene, are you back there? It's Jamal, I just want to talk to you for a minute.”


There was no Darlene to be found, but a chubby face glared at him from around the office door and a deep voice barked, “what room are you in?”


Finally, the customer service here was shit as well as the general skeezy look about the place, no wonder the only people that stayed at this Super 8 were drug dealers and married, middle-aged men who came for a quickie. “I'm not in a room here,” Jamal couldn't help but make a face, the thought of sleeping here made his skin crawl, “I was just looking for Darlene.”


The man rolled his eyes and walked slowly around the door. He looked like he never hurried and he held a cigarette between two fingers, the ash was dangerously long. It threatened to drop anywhere but the man shoved it back between his lips and let it bobble there. When he spoke, it came with a puff of smoke, “what do you need Darlene for?”


Maybe this guy was just trying to be protective, Jamal told himself. She was a gorgeous woman after all, although after the encounter that Jamal had shared with Darlene, he would attest to the fact that she wasn't young or innocent. She probably did have her share of strange men show up here in the night, taken by her good looks and her juicy mouth. Jamal smiled, he wouldn't say that he needed Darlene but he wouldn't say no to a repeat performance. He was only twenty-one, he was half-hard right now and could easily cum again, maybe even twice.


He had caught a glimpse of her red panties when Darlene slid into the passenger seat. Jamal would gladly take those down and kiss her lower lips before gliding the tip of his tongue from her pussy to her clit and then back. His first girlfriend, back in high school, had insisted that he learn how to eat pussy and now, several girlfriends later, he was glad that she had. Darlene would appreciate his skills and he'd never gone down on a woman her age, although he had thought about it. It was long overdue, it was time that he seduced an older woman.


He nodded, he had to find her first before anything else could happen, “sir, my name is Jamal and I'm not looking for trouble. I was coming out of the diner up the street a couple of hours ago and Darlene couldn't get her car started. I helped her,” he smiled sheepishly. At this point, it seemed wrong to take any credit for it because Darlene had more than thanked him. “But I'm no mechanic, I just wanted to make sure that she got back to work,” the chubby man with the cigarette gave him half a smile and that was when the ash fell to his tee-shirt.


The man pulled the cigarette from his lips and found the pack under the counter, “Yeah, Darlene made it to work. She's fine,” he was lighting a new cigarette with the remains of the old. “So, Jamal, did you say that was your name?” the man peered at him suspiciously, as if he had good reason to believe that wasn't really his name. “What did Darlene do for you?” the man showed his yellow teeth when he smiled and raised his bushy eyebrows to suggest that he might know just what kind of woman Darlene was.


Jamal had never been a very good liar and even if the man didn't know him, he doubted if he could pull it off. “Well, um,” he stammered, Jamal's mouth was suddenly dry and just thinking of his mouth made him suddenly remember hers, “well, she was very nice and I didn't, um, need her to do anything.”


The two men were looking at each other, sizing the other up. Jamal was at least a foot taller but the man behind the counter wasn't intimidated by a six foot six, young, black man, if anything he seemed to be amused. “She didn't do anything?” the smoking man half coughed, half laughed and put out his hand, “I'm George, by the way.”


Jamal shook the man's hand and noticed that his palm was almost as sticky as the counter and pulled back as quickly as possible without being rude. This place was starting to unnerve him and he was more embarrassed now than he had been alone in the car. No matter what he said to himself, this was slightly intrusive and Darlene hadn't wanted him to come look for her for a reason. Perhaps she had a boyfriend who kept a close eye on her; she was beautiful enough that Jamal imagined that any man she would be with might be jealous. “I'll go, I guess that she made it to work so,” Jamal shrugged, there was no way to ask the man for her phone number without being creepy.


George nodded and puffed, “Yup, she made it to work. She mentioned you when she got back.”


Jamal knew it was ridiculous that he was grinning. He wasn't just a nameless stranger that she had an intimate moment with, never to see again. The feel of her fingers on his zipper, then her bare hand on his cock as Darlene expertly pulled his girth from his boxers. Her fingers were cool and soft and his dick had been so hot, so hard, it had all happened so suddenly and before he could even form the words to ask if he could take her somewhere, Darlene had bowed her head and there were no words. “She said that I got her car running for her?” Jamal was still having a hard time speaking, he couldn't think of anything but her red lipstick and her wet mouth.


The man chuckled, “Well she said that a hot, young stud helped her start her car and then she thanked him by milking his big, black cock in his front seat.”


Jamal's face burned and he had to look away. He was hard again, his dick was choking in the front of his jeans and hearing it said like that, it was so crass but direct. Darlene had milked his cock, her lips were so tight around the root of him, so wet and her tongue had stroked the back of his shaft furiously as she moved up and down, too quickly to do anything but roll with the woman's burning, hot lips. She sucked it out of him, every last bit of the orgasm. It had been a surprise, he hadn't cum that quickly since the first time a girl went down on him and it had never been like that before. Darlene had drained him and all Jamal could do was moan as she drank every spurt of his thick, creamy cum, down her throat. She hadn't wasted a drop.


Her lipstick had been ruined and Jamal was sure that most of it was still on his shaft, but there hadn't been any cum on her lips or chin. Darlene had winked at him when she pulled down her uniform blouse, straightening her clothes and running her hands through her curly, brown hair. “You taste delicious, honey,” she blew him a quick kiss and that was it. She left his car as well as his life and if it weren't for the slip of white paper that must have fallen from her purse or a pocket, he wouldn't even know about the Super 8.


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