Mary, the Church Girl (Hotwives of Compton) - An Interracial Cuckold Tale

By Anita Blackmann

He'll take her right in front of her husband, right outside of church!

She's a good girl, only ever been with her husband. Every Sunday for ten years, they've gone to church together. Lately, though, he seems infatuated with his neighbor's wife...

Speaking of neighbors, there's a large, scruffy black man who lives in an apartment, right on the edge of the church parking lot. Ever since she saw him, his ratty basketball shorts barely concealing the large surprise inside, she can't stop thinking about him.

It all comes down to that one fateful Sunday. She'll find herself on her knees, alright. But when she calls out the Lord's name, it won't be in prayer!!!

HOTWIVES OF COMPTON is an anthology series. Each book has its own cast and story, independent of the others. You do not need to read any of the other stories in the "series" to enjoy this book.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Deadlier Than the Male Publications
• Release date: May 25, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370657131

Anita Blackmann

Anita Blackmann married young, fresh out of high school. It was obvious that neither of them was ready for marriage, and it ended within a couple of years.With stars in her eyes, she went to Hollywood next and acted for a while, mostly in small parts in independent films. She met and married a producer who introduced her into a world of wild parties and underground sex clubs. She came to fear for her health and sanity, and eventually walked away from him and his money.She leads a very different life now, and has decided to write of the world she she once knew as a way of empowerment.

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MARY, THE CHURCH GIRL (Hotwives of Compton) An Interracial Cuckold Tale

by Anita Blackmann

Copyright 2017 Anita Blackmann

Published by Deadlier Than the Male Publications

All characters in this story are over 18 years of age

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Table of Contents

Excerpt

Mary, the Church Girl

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Epilogue

Bonus Material: The Girl With the Queen of Spades Tattoo

About Anita Blackmann

Other books by Anita Blackmann

Connect with Anita Blackmann

Excerpt

By the time my orgasm waned, I was in dire need of being filled again. Baby, I said, pulling his cock out of my mouth. Please fuck me. I pleaded, even with my eyes as I stroked his massive fuckstick. Please?

The big man sneered, which turned into a smile. You white bitches never get enough, do you? I smiled, shaking my head. He grabbed Cody by the scruff of his neck. Come on, faggot, he said, pulling him away. He pointed at my husband's hardon. He sure likes that man jizz, don't he?

With Cody laying flat on the floor, Cameron had me sit on his face. My husband sneaked in a couple of licks before I leaned forward. The big black man got behind me. One hand on my hip, the other guiding his cock, he briefly rubbed it up and down my engorged lips, getting it slick. I shuddered and moaned, then caught him by surprise by leaning back and impaling my hungry, greedy cunt with his thickness.

UH! I gasped, then moaned long and low as he slowly, methodically pushed his dusky fuckstick into me. Little on the preliminaries, nothing on the formalities, he was fucking me good and hard in a heartbeat. Oh, I grunted. Fuck, yeah! Closer and closer, I came, to yet another orgasm...

Mary, the Church Girl

by Anita Blackmann

Chapter 1

I guess I first noticed him about three weeks earlier. My husband, Cody, and I are Catholic. Not just the type that shows up at Christmas or Easter, either, but the every Sunday type. It was the same church we were married in, ten years earlier. Cody was talking to the Hubbards and my mind sort of wandered. There's an apartment building that butts right up against the parking lot. My husband likes to park on that side because he says he can get out quicker once the mass is over though, today, he had stopped to talk to Bill and Diana. I had got bored with the conversation