I sat in the kitchen, my dressing gown hanging open as my wife rushed around the room picking up the last of her things. Approaching thirty, a curvy PAWG white girl, which she hid under grey trousers and a light pink, woollen jumper, I still found myself admiring her body. She stopped for a moment and looked at me, “what?”
“We’ve been married for four years, and I still find you as sexy as the day we met.”
“Oh, give over,” my wife replied with a grin.
Approaching me, she took hold of my small, white, cock between thumb and forefinger as we kissed, “I’m going to be late for work,” she commented, “we’ll have some fun when I come home.”
Nodding, I watched her walk away, her ass wobbling as she left the kitchen, and then, moments later the door slammed as she left our apartment.
Picking up the mug of coffee that was cooling in front of me, I took a sip while with my free hand I reached for my laptop that lay on the worktop in front of me. Opening it, I started a browser and a few seconds later I found myself watching a white girl, being fucked by a series of black men. “If only that was my wife,” I thought to myself as I watched the video.
The phone rang, distracting me from the moment and as I climbed from the stool to cross the room to answer the call, I looked down to see my small cock bouncing, hard and desperate. “Hello,” I asked into the receiver as I picked the phone up.”
“Ahh Darren, it’s Phil, your agent.”
“Hi Phil,” I said, a hint of boredom in my voice that my agent must have known meant I did not really want to talk to him.
He ignored it though, “look, the publisher wants to know when you can deliver the next script, your two weeks behind already.”
“Mmmm, I dunno Phil, it’s not easy writing 100,000 words.”
“Well, if you want to see your money, you need to get it done.”
I sighed at the comment, writer’s block had never been a problem for me in the past but this time, I was way behind where I needed to be. The 100,000 words that I was supposed to have produced was looking more like 23,000 and I could see no way of getting back on track.
“Sorry,” I replied, knowing that I needed to do something to buy some time while knowing there was actually nothing I could do.
“Sorry, is not good enough, you need to get me something soon.”
There was an edge of anger in Phil’s voice and realising that he had snapped at me, Phil slammed the phone down and ended the call.
Hanging up the call, I wondered what I could do. The idea of being able to write anything was just not working for me at that moment. Instead, I found myself naturally drawn back towards my laptop and the porn I had been watching.
The video that had been on the screen when the call had started had ended and the player had naturally flipped over to another. I glanced at the title, “Jemma Black, the PAWG Queen of Spades.”
“Sounds interesting,” I thought to myself and, expanding the video to full screen, I settled in to watch the action. A woman in sunglasses, and a sun hat walked naked along a remote stretch of beach. Her body wobbled as she did so, her large breasts and bum looking amazing in the sun light while the slight mound of her stomach hinted at a fertile and desperate womb. Two naked white men approached, chatting to her, obviously hinting at sex but silently, she waved a finger as if to say no and carried on with her journey.
Suddenly, she came across a small rowing boat which three black men were pulling ashore. Stopping for a moment, she watched them as images of her kissing and touching them flashed across the screen. Then, the film showed the three men stop and turn to face Jemma and they each nudged each other in excitement.
Jemma smiled in reply and then, walking across the golden sand she approached the three of them. There was nothing said, nothing needed to be said, the men understood what Jemma was and she was comfortable in her role. Soon, all three men were fucking her bareback over the side of the boat and she took them willingly and happily.
Before too long though, the video came to an end, Jemma Black filled with three loads of cum that dripped from her cunt as she squatted on the sand. Yet somehow, her hat and sunglasses had stayed perfectly in place throughout.
“Fuck, I’m really horny now,” I thought to myself as the video titles rolled, and I wondered how I would cope until my wife came home. Then, leaning forward, I found myself typing the fatal words into the laptop, “Jemma Black.”
Suddenly, a long list of links to videos scrolled before my eyes, but there, third on the list was a biography from the Jemma Black Web site. Opening the bio I studied it, words of particular interest jumping out at me as I saw them.
“Black only,” “1200 lovers,” “bareback only,” “real street pickups,” and then I saw it, on the side of the screen, her latest social media post. She was going to be in my town, during the day, available to any black men who approached her providing they were comfortable being filmed.
I needed to see it for myself, I needed to see if I could find this Jemma Black as she walked the streets of my town. In so many ways, her figure reminded me of my wife and that just made me so desperate for the whole experience. Showering quickly, I dressed and headed for the door. The social media had made mention of the main shopping mall in the city centre, and it was going to take a good 40 minutes for me to get there.
By the time I got there, I was ready to explode, I was so turned on by the thought of seeing Jemma Black at work. “Where do I start?” I wondered to myself as I entered through the main doors into the large atrium beyond, that was ringed with two floors of shops. I looked around, trying to orientate myself, trying to get an idea as to where such a woman would take herself when, for a moment, through the crowd, I thought I could see my wife. “What is she doing here?” I thought to myself and realising that it was better to say hello than to hide I rushed forward just as her face was enveloped in the crowd.
“Bugger,” I mouthed silently, and as I started to push past and around people, I scanned the crowd ahead for her. Until, as I approached the lifts near the middle of the atrium, I saw Jemma Black. I could only see her from behind as the lift carried her up towards the car upper floor, but I could tell it was her, she was wearing a tight white dress and accompanied by four black guys.
I stared at the lift and then realised that really, I needed to find my wife, before she found me. Sadly, despite my best efforts, she was nowhere to be seen, and so depressed by not finding my wife and the fact that I had missed Jemma Black, I made my way home.
For the rest of the day I repeatedly refreshed the videos, eager to see if Jemma Black’s latest exploits would appear. Sadly, there was nothing until, just as I heard my wife’s key in the door a video appeared on the list, “Blacked by four guys I picked up in a shopping mall,” it said. I stared at the title until, hearing the door close shut, I closed the Web browser in a panic.
“Hey babe,” my wife said as she walked into the kitchen while I tried to hide the fact that I had what felt like an enormous erection between my legs.
“Hi,” I replied, before swallowing nervously as my wife leant in for a kiss.
“What have you been up to?”
“Not much, just been trying to make progress with my writing.”
“Still struggling?”
I nodded in reply, before glancing at the screen to make sure that it had closed.
“What about your day?” I asked, knowing that I would get a bland reply about how boring her work was, but that at least it paid.
“Well, you know, same shit, same boring work colleagues, different day, but at least it pays well,” she replied.
I smiled at the reply, as I rose from my seat and took her in my arms. We kissed, gentle and loving, while secretly my mind raced with thoughts of Jemma Black being fucked by a dozen men. As I did so though, Jemma Black slowly morphed into an image of my wife, and suddenly, I realised how much I wanted to see her being fucked by a succession of big, black cocks.
The following morning, I woke late, my mind filled with memories of the night before. We had fucked three times, my cock driven by the thoughts of Jemma Black and my wife being gangbanged by black guys. Stretching out a hand, I reached for my wife to find that she had already left our bed. I opened my eyes and checked the clock, it was gone 10 am and I realised that she must have already gone to work.
“Damn,” I mumbled to myself as I sat up and blinked the sleep from my eyes. It would be at least seven hours before my wife returned from work, and while I was supposed to be working, my mind still raced with the events of the day before.
Instinctively, I followed the thoughts that were already filling my mind and I headed for the kitchen and the worktop where I had last left my laptop.
Opening it, I waited for it to load and then typed the fatal words “Jemma Black.” A moment later the Web site opened, and I stared at the screen. There, at the top, the latest update scrolled revealing that Jemma Black was in my town again and she was looking for five black guys. I could not resist and slamming the lid of the laptop closed, I raced to the bathroom.
Ten minutes later, I found myself locking my front door and then, not waiting for the lift, I took the stairs two at a time. I headed for the location that had been given on the Web site, a retail park on the outskirts of the town centre.
It did not take long to find her, browsing the beds in a furniture shop, wearing a large, floppy hat, she was dressed in an orange dress that clung to her curves and only just covered her bum. Next to her, two young black guys stood close, their eyes drinking in every inch of her body.
Taking care not to be seen, I kept my distance and watched intently as Jemma bent forward at the hips, her legs parted. Placing her hands on a bed, she pushed on it, testing its firmness while one of the two men with her stroked his chin in wonder. Jemma’s snatch was visible to the world as the guy who had been admiring the view placed a hand between her legs.
In my mind, I imagined the close-up view of the man’s fingers as they eagerly worked her accepting pussy. Driving her towards the edge of an orgasm that would explode through every inch of her flesh.
As I watched, I realised that she must have been thinking the same thing as suddenly she rose back up, the hand still between her legs. Pushing her hat back slightly, her face moved towards the man who was touching her and, as I watched, she kissed him on the lips.
The other man took a phone call, stepping away for a moment as he spoke into his mobile as his eyes continued to stare at Jemma’s backside. Nodding his head, even though the person he was speaking to would never see it, the man grinned, before ending the call. He stepped towards Jemma and her new lover and spoke quietly, then a moment later the three of them turned, walking arm in arm towards the exit.
I waited a moment for the camera man to reveal himself, a weedy looking white man who must have been aged in his early fifties. He was obviously skilled at working with Jemma and he kept far enough away that a passer by would not realise what he was doing, but close enough that he could capture everything. He had been stood just a couple of beds away, always looking like he had been inspecting the headboard, but in reality, he had filmed every moment.
Waiting until I saw Jemma and her friends reach the exit, I started to follow, as they left the store and turned right towards the edge of the car park. Reaching it, they glanced around to make sure nobody was watching before carefully stepping onto a small path that led into the woods that surrounded the rear of the retail park.
As I reached the start of the path and noticed how it was made of dry earth and small stones, I marvelled at how Jemma could manage it in the high, black, heels that she was wearing. Then, my mind filled with thoughts of how it must have made her ass wobble as she walked, and I soon dismissed any discomfort that she must have been feeling from my mind.
Keeping the cameraman just in sight, knowing that he was keeping an eye on Jemma, we walked for a good ten or so minutes into the woods until, he turned onto an even narrower and less well used path.
Carefully, I crept forward, trying not to make a sound as ahead of me the first moans of pleasure reached my ears. Then, there it was, peering round a thick tree that hid my location well, I could see just ahead of me a clearing in the woods. A bench stood in the middle of the clearing, while bending over it was the perfect form of Jemma Black, being literally blacked, as one of the five black guys who were present pounded into her.
The guy who had been playing with her earlier, moved so that he could stand in front of her, and then opening his trousers, he fed his cock into her mouth. “You’re such a black cock slut,” he commented as he sucked in through his teeth at the intense pleasure, she was delivering to him.
Behind, the guy who was fucking her, slapped her arse hard, leaving a red welt as the sound of the hand landing on her backside echoed off the sides of the clearing. Another guy, one who I had not seen before, sat on the bench, his rock-hard cock rising from between his legs.
On seeing it Jemma pulled away from the guy who was fucking her and walked around the bench until she was facing him. Then, lifting a leg she climbed into his lap and sat down on him. The man who had been fucking her, approached from behind and with a gentle moan, I realised that he must have been sliding into her arse.
I was amazed at how uncontrolled the situation was, how she had found the men, I was not sure, but she had apparently just taken them into the woods and let them fuck her. Leaning forward while being DP’d, I watched as Jemma opened her mouth and moments later I felt my heart leap as the man shot a thick wad of cum over her face.
A blanket was placed on the floor and Jemma was guided by the man who had been fucking her anally down onto it. She lay there, on her side, legs open, as one of the men lay down behind her and fed his cock into her hungry cunt.
Another of the men then knelt in front of her and she started to suck him while the cameraman moved in to get some close-up shots. Then, as the cameraman withdrew, a man lay down in front of Jemma and she climbed up onto him. Another then knelt behind her while a third climbed over her so that he stood over her back. As they closed in on her I realised that she was going to take all three cocks, but from my position I could not tell if it was one in the pussy and two in the arse, or vice versa.
Excited by the scene, I tried to move closer, moving around the clearing so that I could get a better view. Finding it, I crouched down just in time to see that two of the men were fucking her anally at the same time. It was an amazing scene and I realised that Jemma Black had to be an elite slut to manage it.
Then, the fucking stopped, and Jemma rose onto her knees as all of the men gathered around her. Wanking together, I watched as she removed her hat so that each of the men could cum over her face, and that is when I saw it. For the first time, I had a clear view of Jemma’s face and as I started at it, I recognised it instantly, for Jemma was my wife.
I froze, unable to say or do anything as I realised just how many men my wife must have been with. “How long had she been doing this?” I thought to myself as the cameraman interrupted my no cum covered wife, guiding her to her feet and leading her by the hand to one of the men.
“Jemma, this is the one thousandth three hundredth man you have been with,” the camera man said as my wife cuddled up to the guy.
“1300!” I mumbled to myself as I wondered how she had hidden such behaviour from me for so long. “1300, all bareback, all cumming in her holes and filling her.”
My wife kissed the man on the lips, and then, pulling away from him she got redressed as the group of men started to disperse. Moments later, I remained hidden in the woods, alone, as my brain tried to process what I had witnessed.
The Sins of August 