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

By J.S. Lee

After Jamal gets a quick suck for helping a motel maid jump her car, he can't help but follow her to her work. He meets her husband, who shows him that she's a true slut that sleeps with most of the customers at the motel before he eats the seed deposited inside of her. Before long, he's invited to join another well-hung black man in a three way, and he declares he's going to breed the cuckold's slut wife.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Charlie Bent
• Release date: Aug 11, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370209057

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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