#simonxblackreader

[cocoadropp]

You only met him only a couple minutes ago, in a halloween club filled with men that had wives and kids at home. It was ironic that you said this because you—a wife. Were outside shaking your ass while your husband stayed in his office late once again because of his new secretary was dumb and needed help, for the third week of already being there.

You knew he was a lie, coming home with lipstick stains and the smell of perfume that was too cheap to be yours, you would smile at him and kiss his cheek ignoring it all because you rather have peace than anything other. “i’m going out.” You say, the speaker on your phone on while your husband rustled with paper on the other side. “Yea? With who?.” you rubbed perfumed body oil between your boobs, fixing the strap of your bloody red short body-con dress and grabbing your devil ears.

“hm, with akita.” You fix your body wave weave that sat atop your ass, moving the curtains bangs and slapping gloss on your plump lips. “well have fun, love you.” he whispered and you almost said “you too.” But you hung up soon after with mo response at all.

Your friend picks you up and now your at the club, shaking your ass on some guy because his friends said “he doesn’t get any bitches.” But soon you found out that was far from it. So now tattooed scarred hands are gripping on your waist while everyone yelled and hollered, you were tipsy— a-lot more then just tipsy .

You got up giggling, your ysl heels clicking as your turnt around and winked at that man in a weirdly ghost looking mask. The mouth half way on and a tight black pro long sleeve and black cargo pants, the man sat with his legs spreading, combat boots tapping on the floor to the beat of the music you were just shaking your ass too.

And thats what got you here. In this big ass SUV blacked out truck, your legs wide open and heels off somewhere you wouldn’t even know. The man with the ghost masked that now told you to fall him “simon.”

“Hnn fuck!” you cry as your manicured nails scarped against his tatted veined arm that was holding both of your wrist together and pulled your arms down against your stomach, using them as leverage to fuck up into you harder, “yea? that feel good dont it?” He gruffs out

His voice now strained and quiet, making sure he can hear your pussy squelching, he looks down at it, chubby lips marking his dick that was red, sensitive and covered with two thick veins that scraped your walls every time he pushed—more like forced, his way through them again. And every time his dick pushed forward more of your juices will pile up and make a frothy substance.

“y-yes s-si- imma cum again.” you groaned, your head falling back against the fine leather, the leather that was moist with your seat but smelled of Marc Jacob and victoria secret. He laughs slightly, moving his mask slightly up so his plump pink lips were exposed and he moves down to kiss on your neck, loudly slurping on it. “Sloppy pussy making a mess on this dick.” His hot breath against your ear, white teeth scraping against them. “Gonna cum on this shit baby? I feel it baby, fuck- feel you squeezing.”

Simon moans and suddenly shoves his hands away from your wrist and grips on your jaw to shove his thumb against your tongue, he had you gurgling and slopping over it. Your hips grind up against his dick so in can dig deeper and rub against your sweet spot. Your eyes roll back as you cream and cum on his dick. He groaned and leaned up.

He licks on the thumb that was just in your mouth and smashes it against your abused puffy sensitive clit. “Imma cum in this pussy, this married pussy.” You see his crooked smile as he grabs your hand and rubs on your ring that sat there. “He dont fuck you like this huh baby? Gotta get dick from someone else.” He shoves his mask back on and his hips move sloppier. Both of his hands on your neck and his hips slam down against you. One hot spurt of cum goes in your hot cunt and he moans “f-fuck- shit, ugh!” His fingers squeeze tighter against your neck having you gasp for air,

All while still tightening and milking his dick dry.

“D-dirty fucking pussy.” One of his hand moves against your neck to your pussy to slap yo clit and rub fast circles against it, and now your already squirting on him while he still nuts in your pussy. “Shit yes.”

Ya’ll breath in, you were calming down until you saw a flash on you phone, he took a picture.

“Lets send this to your husband.”

[cocoadropp]

haah fuuck.” Simons voice rang out as he gripped the back of your head which was protecting your hair with your black satin bonnet that matched your satin robe which was slipping off showing your brown hard nipple through the sheer like fabric. Your tongue massages his frenulum as one of your manicured short french tip nails gripped his balls while the other makes a circular position on the rest of his dick. “Making me feel so damn good baby.” Of course you were, you were always so damn good for him.

You moved your hands and pushed them on his thighs so you can suffocate his dick down your throat, you were cock drunk. You missed his big beautiful veiny thick length that it you were rutting your dripping pussy of the heel of your foot. Hot breaths came out your nose and nails dig in the depth of his thick thighs. Making sure to leave him mesmerized you swallowed him whole. Circling your tongue in between both of his huge ballsacks.

Simons toes curled in his boots and he moaned out, wide but narrowed hips shook slightly and his raspy voice started speaking gibberish. Whole bunch of “G-goddammit, shit.” & “Fucking love this throat, take me so damn good!” Even, “Gonna make me cum so much, it’ll come out your damn f-fucki- ouu fuck- fucking nose.” He sighed and gasped, he usually let you keep your pace but he grew desperate for that nut.

Both of his rough hands found your neck that was covered in a gold necklace stating “R. Babydoll.” Standing for Riley. His thumb pressed against your wind pipe slightly, feelings his dick bulge through it while his other four fingers that were in the back of your head had your bonnet in a grip. It was a miracle that it has not fallen off. His balls hit your chin which every time he brought his hips back a line of spit would connect ya’ll and when it connected once again it was a loud nasty plat

“Needed this so much love, nghh. Needed my baby’s mouth yea? Cause you always treat me right.” You looked up at him through your natural individual fake lashes and saw him his eyes squinted, mask still being on you can tell how fucking distraught his was, how much he was in pleasure because of you.

You were gonna cum.

And yes on the heel of your feet like a bitch in heat. Your lacy panties did nothing, you were so sensitive from not getting anything for a month and now this god was in front of you.

Your eyes role back and you moan loudly, sobbing on his dick. Your teeth lightly scraping the top of his skin on his dick which had made his legs shake and made him get on his hunches as you laid your head back on the couch that was right behind you. Neck resting at the edge and now his knees were right by your head on the couch. Your legs were still spread, your recent orgasm having your pussy ache and throb while cool air washes around it, he was hovered above you more now.

He looks down at you and huffs, “baby you gotta watch your teeth hm?” He says as he slides his dick out giving you a breath after your orgasm, he slides his dick all over your nose a cheek. He was getting off from just the look of your face, “uh shit. Sexy fucking bitch cumming just from getting her throat beat the fuck in.” He pulls his black skin tight shirt over his chest and shoves it in his mouth to hold it up. Straight muscle and ridges with faint scars and some new. Rosy pink lips bruised up like he been biting on it.

“It felt so good pumpkin, y’ so good to me daddy.” You whine and fondle with his balls kissing his sensitive tip. He always lasted long but you knew when that happens he has the most hardest orgasm ever. “Haah.” He sighed and grinding his hips so the tip of his tongue rubbed your plump lips that was once covered in lip gloss. He suddenly stands up and pulls you under your armpits to sit you up to the edge of the couch and he drops on his knees. Simon was big. Bigger then you so it was easy for his hips to reach your hips, one of his hands wrap around ankle while the other holds your calf. His shirt is still tugged between his teeth as he moves his dick along your lacy panties.

“Wanna fucking cum without asking?” He asks and moves the inches of his dick along your fat wet pussy lips that were sticking against the underwear. “M’ sorry.” You moaned and held your ankles, a frown between your eyebrows and pout on your lips. “Yea you sorry baby?” He hummed and moved closer to you, moving his hand off your ankle when you put yours near.

His face was mere inches aways as the hand that left your ankle grabs your cheeks which made you pout move into a small ‘o’ shape. His pink tongue slips on your bottom lip and top and his kisses you sloppily before spitting in it. Before you can even process he moves his hand to your neck and kisses you again, tongue moving against your as he groans in it. His hips moving more against you, the lace creating a burn on his dick but the pleasure taking over it. “You so beautiful. So sexy. So damn mine.”

“Ouuu fuck daddy imma cum again!!” You moan in his mouth, grinding your hips up as you feel a faint feeling in your stomach, looking at his blue eyes and blonde eyelashes, “can i cum? hm daddy? Please? feels so damn g-good oh!” You bite your lip and your legs quiver and you feel the need to cry. Your eyes burn but nothing comes out. “Nuh uh baby.” He sits up and moves his dick under your lace where ya’ll were finally connected but the lace sat up along his dick still. Now his thrust was faster, rubbing on you puffy little clit. “Pl-please oh my godddd!!” You sound so pornographic but that all changed when your nose was covered white simon’s thumb and index finger. “Not until you cry for me baby.”

“Won’t let you breath or cum until you fuckin cry cause it feel so good.” his voice was breathless because in the end he was edging his self aswell. It was all too much, your breath stuck in your throat as you feel the tears move past your eyes in hot waves, your nails scratching his hips and he moves his finger, “good baby, s-so good baby.” He comes back down your face and whispers to you, eye contact strong. “Cmon grind on my dick and make yourself cum. Cum on my fucking dick baby, wet fuckin pussy treating me so good. Feel how hard my dick is? You did that shit, bloody hell oh fuck.” He curses and damn near whines and your hips move crazy against him.

You scream as your hands shake drastically, squirt, squirting everywhere. He hurriedly moves his dick out and while your orgasm was prolonged his had his dick between the fat of your thighs. Rutting his hips in, the tip of his dick an angry red and all you hear is him and your tiny gasp. “G-gonna cum baby.” His fingers got more aggressive and more forward as he kept pulling you closer to him even though you were as close as you can be. “You go-gonna make me fuckin cum baby oh shiiittttt. Gonna make me c-cum.” He was babbling.

You felt the first spurt on your pierced belly button but it reached to your covered tits until it slowed down until it reached your panties. “Y-yea hnnn fuck.” He mumbled and gasped. “Missed you baby.”

“Go in the room so i can properly fuck that pussy.”

[horrorcore2002]

first

You only met him only a couple minutes ago, in a halloween club filled with men that had wives and kids at home. It was ironic that you said this because you—a wife. Were outside shaking your ass while your husband stayed in his office late once again because of his new secretary was dumb and needed help, for the third week of already being there.

You knew he was a lie, coming home with lipstick stains and the smell of perfume that was too cheap to be yours, you would smile at him and kiss his cheek ignoring it all because you rather have peace than anything other. “i’m going out.” You say, the speaker on your phone on while your husband rustled with paper on the other side. “Yea? With who?.” you rubbed perfumed body oil between your boobs, fixing the strap of your bloody red short body-con dress and grabbing your devil ears.

“hm, with akita.” You fix your body wave weave that sat atop your ass, moving the curtains bangs and slapping gloss on your plump lips. “well have fun, love you.” he whispered and you almost said “you too.” But you hung up soon after with mo response at all.

Your friend picks you up and now your at the club, shaking your ass on some guy because his friends said “he doesn’t get any bitches.” But soon you found out that was far from it. So now tattooed scarred hands are gripping on your waist while everyone yelled and hollered, you were tipsy— a-lot more then just tipsy .

You got up giggling, your ysl heels clicking as your turnt around and winked at that man in a weirdly ghost looking mask. The mouth half way on and a tight black pro long sleeve and black cargo pants, the man sat with his legs spreading, combat boots tapping on the floor to the beat of the music you were just shaking your ass too.

And thats what got you here. In this big ass SUV blacked out truck, your legs wide open and heels off somewhere you wouldn’t even know. The man with the ghost masked that now told you to fall him “simon.”

“Hnn fuck!” you cry as your manicured nails scarped against his tatted veined arm that was holding both of your wrist together and pulled your arms down against your stomach, using them as leverage to fuck up into you harder, “yea? that feel good dont it?” He gruffs out

His voice now strained and quiet, making sure he can hear your pussy squelching, he looks down at it, chubby lips marking his dick that was red, sensitive and covered with two thick veins that scraped your walls every time he pushed—more like forced, his way through them again. And every time his dick pushed forward more of your juices will pile up and make a frothy substance.

“y-yes s-si- imma cum again.” you groaned, your head falling back against the fine leather, the leather that was moist with your seat but smelled of Marc Jacob and victoria secret. He laughs slightly, moving his mask slightly up so his plump pink lips were exposed and he moves down to kiss on your neck, loudly slurping on it. “Sloppy pussy making a mess on this dick.” His hot breath against your ear, white teeth scraping against them. “Gonna cum on this shit baby? I feel it baby, fuck- feel you squeezing.”

Simon moans and suddenly shoves his hands away from your wrist and grips on your jaw to shove his thumb against your tongue, he had you gurgling and slopping over it. Your hips grind up against his dick so in can dig deeper and rub against your sweet spot. Your eyes roll back as you cream and cum on his dick. He groaned and leaned up.

He licks on the thumb that was just in your mouth and smashes it against your abused puffy sensitive clit. “Imma cum in this pussy, this married pussy.” You see his crooked smile as he grabs your hand and rubs on your ring that sat there. “He dont fuck you like this huh baby? Gotta get dick from someone else.” He shoves his mask back on and his hips move sloppier. Both of his hands on your neck and his hips slam down against you. One hot spurt of cum goes in your hot cunt and he moans “f-fuck- shit, ugh!” His fingers squeeze tighter against your neck having you gasp for air,

All while still tightening and milking his dick dry.

“D-dirty fucking pussy.” One of his hand moves against your neck to your pussy to slap yo clit and rub fast circles against it, and now your already squirting on him while he still nuts in your pussy. “Shit yes.”

Ya’ll breath in, you were calming down until you saw a flash on you phone, he took a picture.

“Lets send this to your husband.”