Chapter 1 - Blacked Princess, Yor Forger.

Notes - All characters in this story are the age of 18 or above. This means that if a character happens to be under this age in the show canonically, in this story they are to be depicted as an adult version of them. I do not want to nor wish to condone sexual intercourse with minors. 


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The Forgers. While not a real family in the sense of blood relation, they had become the model example of a happy family for several months now ever since Yor Briar had moved in as the new mother, officially becoming Yor Forger after their marriage had been filed in the documents. Yor adored Anya, and admired Loid for being such a respectable man and an astounding father. He was reliable, handsome, charming, and to top it all off he was an amazing cook. The food was amazing, and there wasn’t a day where he’d let them sleep hungry and improperly fed. Yor absolutely loved how he was such a dialed-in parent for Anya, always invested in her progression and constantly trying his hardest to help her in any way possible to aid her performance in school. Loid perfected the balance between a doting parent, and a strict one. He was never too harsh on Anya, always taking an even-keeled approach that Yor wanted to adopt into her own parenting habits, wishing that she could become a wonderful mother for Anya too, even if she wasn’t actually related to her by blood. Such was the connection that she’d developed with this family that was once complete strangers to her. 


Their family continued to grow, eventually they found themselves taking care of a gentle, smart, and obedient dog named Bond. He was a lot larger than the puppy that Anya had originally asked for, but they loved him all the same if not more. Life couldn’t seem to get any better, her relationship with her coworkers was improving, the perception that people had of her was shifting, regarding her as more of a normal woman. Yuri, or sometimes even Fiona sometimes forced themselves to rearrange the house and put on the act with their abrupt, short-noticed visits. That was probably the only gripe with her new lifestyle, but over time Yor and Loid had both become fond enough of each other to actually use their special weapons, the blanket sheets with the large, capitalized text of “YES” in the middle of a heart.


At the beginning, it was to practice ways that they could become even more convincing as a couple. Unfortunately, even for a spy that was an expert at repressing emotions and urges, not even Loid would have resisted the desires that arose from living with such a beautiful woman. There were numerous missions where he found himself having to engage in a relationship with all types of women, but none of them matched Yor in terms of looks, and especially her surprisingly curvaceous figure. His past experiences allowed him to perform exceptionally in bed, knowing his way in pleasuring ladies. Yor admittedly found Loid’s looks to be quite appealing, and he was such a gentleman that she didn’t reject him when he’d expressed his arousal, allowing him the honor of taking her. However, Yor couldn’t bring herself to admit of her past. She left herself with no choice but to pretend that she was inexperienced, that she’d never had sex before, hoping that Loid could fill the void that was left behind from that man. A person that wouldn’t leave her mind no matter how badly she tried to replace all of the memories that he left her with. Once her enemy, and turned into her owner. Loid wasn’t bad by any means, except Yor’s body was accustomed to far greater pleasure. She wasn’t the type to be treated gently, and Loid was trying to play his cards safely believing that she was a virgin. Yor didn’t want to hurt Loid’s feelings, so she had to exaggerate her moans and appear into it. His supreme skill of display compared to the average man amounted to nothing, Yor couldn’t even come close to reaching her release, genuinely shocked when Loid was already about to finish and she hadn’t even felt like they’d gotten started, hadn’t even found herself any significant pleasure to properly moan about. 


Yor understood very well that her movements were actually perfect, and how toned his body was, his fit physique was definitely up to par. He should’ve been a flawless lover, Yor was well aware that if any other woman was in her place, they would’ve been beyond happy. Even so, it was to no avail. Her enormous strength and sex drive that she’d developed would always wear Loid down, draining him until he was completely empty on stamina. Yor would always want more, but she couldn’t express herself, wanting to keep up the image of a lobbying wife that was content in pleasing him. This fake Forger family was becoming something genuine and precious to her, there were times where she’d even forgotten the label of them being a family of convenience. This place had become Yor’s home, the place that she looked forward to coming back to after a long day of work. A normal, peaceful life. A loving husband, an adorable daughter, and a friendly dog. All of this meant keeping up the facade was more than worth it.


It wasn’t as if her sexual cravings could magically disappear, she was still a woman with needs. Yor’s libido was far more needy than other women, meaning that it was important that she found time to herself, whenever Yor would be able to get away with, she’d settle with pleasuring herself and achieving mixed success. Sometimes she could cum, but other times it was impossible. The common denominator that resulted in her finishing was always the same thing, reminiscing about those nights, where she was bent over or laid out on any piece of furniture, and had her brains fucked out of her head by that magnificent black cock that would never meet it’s match. Obscene inches of pure, black steel and virility. The manner in which she was used and her voluptuous body taken full advantage of. She’d never once forgotten what it felt like to be in all of those positions. A plethora of ways that she was fucked in, they taught her everything that she needed to know about herself. Yor was now experienced in knowing her own body and sweet spots, knowing where the right places to hit, how hard she’d loved it to be, and the tempo that brought her to the strongest orgasms. All of this knowledge was hardly effective, masturbating was never quite the same, there was always something missing. Something that she’d played oblivious to not knowing what it was. 


After her assassinations, Yor would have to pleasure herself either on a bed or a couch, closing her eyes and fantasizing about a certain black stud that would’ve always torn her dress apart, bent her over and taken her on the spot, right then and there. Deep down, Yor knew. She knew that black cock ruined her. There wouldn’t ever be a man that wasn’t black that could ever have a chance with her. Yor’s experience with Loid was telling of that, further solidifying the truth that she was exclusive to black males alone. Their genetics were on a whole other level, Yor understood this. That it wasn’t just a matter of character, but of race. Not Loid, not any other man from this country could ever fulfill her unless they were like that man. Yor’s tastes, her preferences, the only time she was ever attracted to men nowadays were if they were black. 


Even so, she clung onto that faint ray of hope. It hasn’t even been a year yet, but this was still the happiest life that she could have ever hoped for. Yor was happy, that’s what she’d thought. It would’ve been selfish of her to ask for anything better, believing that she should be grateful for what she had, thankful for the life that she’d grown to love. 


“That’s right, Yor!... I don’t need anything more than this.” she thought, pumping her fists with determination, that adorable smile on her face, trying to convince herself of this belief. 


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A family “ooting” was one of Anya’s favorite pastimes, spending time with her loving father, mother, and of course her partner in crime in Bond. Yor had to excuse herself for a moment, briefly separated from the Forgers when she was stepping out to take a phone call, until she bumped into him. The encounter came out of nowhere, her guard had been let down, there wasn’t any type of mental preparation that she could’ve done in order to handle this. 


“H-Huh?! Y-You are!... Ah, um! E-Excuse me…” stuttered Yor in a panic, wanting to walk her way past him, freezing dead in her tracks as her veins went cold after seeing the man that was the root of it all. In disbelief, she needed to find someplace safe to recover. The man that had once owned her body was standing right before her. She’d dreamt nearly every day about him, remembering his sexy chocolate dark body pounding her into a babbling whore. Time had come to a standstill, her breath trapped in her throat, her voice failing to escape. As if a key had unlocked a safe, Yor’s suppressed thoughts and memories of her nights with him assaulted her mind. They played vividly in her daydream, the tightening of her core that was brewing up heat within her. Yor’s breath was slowly becoming ragged, a crimson red blush coating her cheeks. He hadn’t even uttered a word yet, simply staring back down at her, as she stared up at him. 


This hulking muscular physique of his, the exotic smell and cologne that he wore. It was all rushing back in her head. 


“Black cock.”


“Take my pussy and fuck me as hard you can and let me spray my orgasm all over!” 
“Open up my ass and mess up my guts and insides” 


“Shoot your thick semen all over my tits, face and ass! Cover me with it!” 


“Make me your bitch once again and destroy my slutty pussy with that huge manly dick of yours!” 


“I missed you dominating my pussy and ass! Punish this white slut for trying to leave you!”


“Oh, I want to suck his dick so badly, I can’t keep my eyes off of it! I want to smell and taste it again, wipe my tongue all over those amazing black genitals until you let out all of that thick, delicious cum into my mouth!” 


All of the most depraved thoughts, lewd words of wanting to be dominated, wanting to be defiled once more, these thoughts clouded her brain as pheromones already started trickling in. The spark of their erotic chemistry affecting both parties, his rolled up schlong feeling a tingle as he looked down upon the Blacked Princess. Yor’s poker face was admirable, yet it didn’t prevent him from seeing right through her. It wasn’t only her deep blush that gave it away, it was if her body was signaling for him to violate her improper body. She wasn’t the pure woman that everyone misconceived her to be, far from the truth. Yor was once sexually deprived, having never known what pleasure felt like, it was this absolute hunk of a man that had introduced her to it all. The one that converted her into the black cock loving slut that she was - No, the black cock loving slut that she is and always has been. 


“It’s been a while, Thorn Princess. Or should I say, Yor Forger?” he spoke, even the deep tone of his voice left her trembling. 


Fortunately, Loid was currently watching Anya and Bond play, supervising him with full attention. Yor glanced backwards to ensure that nobody had seen her, before returning her passionate gaze upon the face of the one man that she’d become infatuated with. She might’ve had a positive impression on Loid’s face, but she had an obsessive attraction towards this unbelievably sexy man. Anya was too preoccupied, distracted, and far enough away that she couldn’t read the depraved thoughts that her mom was currently thinking. Even with the power to read minds, Anya knew less about her own mother than this gigantic ebony man that towered over her did. Even if she did, there was no way for Anya to possibly understand those words. No child of her age should ever be hearing the filth that her mother was thinking, it was unbecoming of her. 


“I-I…” she stammered, still unable to form a proper sentence. 


“How cold. Can’t even speak to me properly after everything we’ve been through, hmm? All those tireless nights together. I’ve really missed you, Yor.” he whispered, leaning down closer to her ear. While it felt like baseless flattering, none of what he said was a lie. There wasn’t a single woman at his disposal that could match his bottomless libido like Yor was capable of. 


“M-Missed me?! How!… Y-You just missed doing d-dirty things to me…” stuttered Yor, even speaking about it left her all bashful and horny. 


“Of course I do. There’s not a woman on Earth that’s as compatible with my cock like that tight pussy of yours, Yor. You know this too, don’t you? We were perfect lovers. We both know that we won’t ever have sex as intense and stimulating as what we had with each other.” he spoke seductively, his hot breath tickling her highly sensitive ears. 


“N-No, you’re wrong! We’re not like that anymore… I’ve moved on now. I’m happy. I have a lovely family, and even a husband that I’ve f-fallen for! We’re intimate, both physically and romantically!...” sputtered Yor, despite the fact that her body was betraying, gravitating towards this fine male specimen that was seducing her with his gaze alone. This tantalizing sensation… Immoral words kept flooding her head like a torrent. Reminding her of the time period in her life when she was nothing but a cumdumpster for his black cum. A greedy, voracious BBC loving bitch. It was all coming back to her, as if those repressed memories were being unleashed. Hearing her own voice, those guttural moans that belonged to herself echoing in her head. The violent screams for black cock, begging for him to ravage her with it. Demanding his seed, wanting her insides to be pumped full with it, her own brainless ahegao babbling playing in her head like a broken record. 


“Is that right? So how was it? You’re not talking about that blond guy over there, are you? You’re crazy about black men, especially their cocks, so it’s been unsatisfying, hasn’t it?” he chuckled, having a thorough understanding of the woman known as Yor Forger, especially inside and even out. 


“Ah!... Unsatisfying… That’s not true. Loid is an amazing man. He has good technique, and he’s very caring. He’s not bad at all! He’s just not-...” trailed off Yor, “he’s just not good enough”... 


“Not bad, not great either, hmm? I guess the only thing that he’s got missing is that huge black dick that you seem to love so much. I still remember you screaming and begging for it every night.” he taunted, tapping Yor on the chin and adoring how she jumped slightly and closed her eyes in reflex, almost like she were preparing to be kissed. She could’ve easily pulled away if she’d wanted to, his immense strength was certainly formidable, but he wasn’t acting hostile at all or forcing her into anything. Yor should’ve batted his hand away, such was the duty of a woman that was considered to be someone’s wife. Loid was beginning to become her true lover, and yet she still couldn’t bring herself to resist when the time arrived. He teasingly brought his face closer, until they were only a breath apart, but right before their lips made contact he stepped away. 


“No need to be so shy with me. Work’s been pretty busy around here nowadays, so I’ll probably have to stay in town for quite a while. Oh, you dropped this.” he pointed out, picking up a shopping list from off the floor that had dropped from her hand without her knowledge, already in a lustful state where her scattered brain was caused by the influx of horny words consuming her. Yor didn’t even notice that he was writing something on the slip of paper, where he casually wrote the number of the penthouse suite that he’d just purchased nearby. He hands it over to her, and while Yor was stunned, she took a while before accepting it. 


“I’m glad to hear that you’re doing great with your new family, Yor. If you ever do feel like catching up again, you know where to go.” he said, a smug smile on his face. His cockiness stemmed from the fact that he could tell that Yor was internally crumbling from his casual invitation. There was nothing that she’d craved more than going back to how things were. Their immoral relationship that rewarded her with unbridled pleasure, Yor had looked at him with sultry eyes the entire time, still so smitten by her ex-black lover. Her heart was pounding so fiercely in her chest, it was like every strand of hair was standing on her body. The black-haired beauty almost seemed hesitant to speak, afraid that words that she didn’t want to say would accidentally slip out of her mouth. Recollecting herself with a deep breath, that had already started to become shallow, quick and hot. 


“I-I need to go back to my family.” muttered Yor, managing to cling onto her resolve. A commendable feat given the rampaging thoughts in her head, he almost wanted to applaud her for resisting. Yor was a black cock hungry slut, not a woman that should be wasting her sex life in a fake marriage, with a sexually incompatible partner. Yor was built to be black-bred, the way that her insides would cling and sponge his potent cum was evidence of that. It was almost as if her pussy and womb were doing their best to retain all of the black seed that he’d released inside of her, wanting to get pregnant. 


Yor tried to escape from it once and for all, but it was as if fate had brought them back together over and over again. Or perhaps that was just a convenient excuse, to convince herself that it was out of her control that both in mind and physically she kept trying to return to her life as a lover of black cock. 


Managing to make it back in time without arousing suspicions from the Forgers, Yor let out a sigh of relief as nobody questioned her. It took everything for her to compose herself again, the encounter having already ravaged her mind. She stares at her hand. His large, strong black hands brushed against it when he handed her the note. That brief contact reminded her of his innate strength, that astounding power that she felt during their first fight, and afterwards when being manhandled in bed by him. The furniture that they destroyed, the places where her pussy was stretched to its limits, squirting and staining the entire place was all due to his dominance. 


Loid had started to notice things about Yor after paying close attention to her over their time together, having never been attached to any woman to this extent before. Her behavior was different, but he assumed that this wasn’t any different than her occasional spacing out moments from her eccentricities like with her dining utensils. He failed to realize that this situation was entirely different. Anya was laughing and running around the field with Bond, luckily for Yor who had the image of that pulsing, veiny precum-dripping black cock manifesting in her mind. That distinguishable musky smell that she’d adored, the sweetness of that thick, pasty fluid on her tongue. It was all rushing back, and Yor was helpless to stop it. 
Later that night, at the Forger’s home…


In an act of desperation to drown these urges, to rid herself of these troublesome feelings that provided nothing but terrible news for her new family-centered lifestyle that she’d grown so fond of. Yor turned to her last resort, if she couldn’t abstain from craving the genitals of that beautiful, muscular black man any longer, then she had no other choice but to turn to unsealing her box of shameful sex toys. They were stored away deep in her closet, at an even obscure and hidden location than where she would conceal her weapons of murder. Yor wished that she never wanted to see them again, fighting the toughest battle of her life on the night where she was planning on throwing them out as she’d promised. In the end, she couldn’t do it. All that she could do was put them away in a location where her eyes hopefully would never see them again. 


Even the favorite of her tools of self-pleasure, that XL BBC dildo that was the absolute largest that she could find was no match for the godly cock that belonged to him. Her former master would expect her to practice with her arsenal of Queen of Spades themed dildos, vibrators, anal beads, buttplugs. They were all put to great use during the time where Yor was training herself to better handle black cock, not every woman was built for it, only the most breedable, sexiest and depraved women were up for the task. Yor proved herself through her own dedication and sexual fire that she was more than worthy of taking it. Reasoning herself that this would be enough, after becoming reacquainted with these tools once more, she’d give up altogether on the man that always lingered in the back of her mind. There had been short work days coming up, meaning that there was enough time to release everything. Yor wanted none of these emotions left, a clean flush of her system and ridding herself entirely of these deplorable feelings. 


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One session wasn’t enough. Yor wanted more. No, she needed more. Over the next week, Yor had used all the time to herself whenever Loid nor Anya were at the house, locking herself in the bedroom and putting her extravagant collection of exotic toys to full use. Releasing torrents of pussy juice that forced her to clean her stained bed sheets regularly, cumming her brains out while fantasizing about returning to her former state, turning back into that stupid bitch that had no thoughts left in that skull of hers apart from words of admiration and worshiping black cock. It was only a state that she was able to reach from her previous BLACKED sessions, where she wasn’t able to walk without a limp, mumbling incoherently. If there was nobody else in the house, Yor would let her voice free, screaming at the top of her lungs. Bond would scratch at the door, showing concern for the squealing, moaning sow of a human. Her withdrawal symptoms from her addiction arising again, Yor was dismayed when these sessions quickly deteriorated to diminishing returns. It was all temporary relief, it wasn’t a long-term strategy that would successfully cure her of her obsession. A depravity that couldn’t be satiated through mundane means, Yor tried simulating sucking that delicious black cock with the dildo that stretched her mouth wide open, silencing herself to be able to pleasure herself throughout the night, her gag reflex nonexistent after the strenuous practice that she’d endured in the past. Yor remembered when her meals after work didn’t consist of Loid’s cooking, but of the viscous, virile sperm that was collected in that extremely hung nutsack. Yor had developed such a powerful attraction towards that black man that whenever she would see a dark-skinned man in public her pussy lips would tighten in anticipation. 


“Mmmnh! Mmnhh! Mmmnhhh!” moaned the ridiculous whore, closing her eyes sensuously while slobbering all over the artificial mandigo dildo, taking it out of her sloppy maw and smacking it on her own face, remembering how she used to worship that prodigious black cock with that motherly mouth of hers. The same pair of lips that she used to kiss Loid on the lips in the morning, to give Anya words of encouragement, their real purpose was to devour the male anatomy of that sexy black man that was the equivalent of her soulmate for sexual purposes. It didn’t matter how ferociously she sucked and swallowed that enormous, silicone dick. It would never come even close to comparing the real thing. The maximum-sized dildo still didn’t match the thickness, the length, the intense throbbing, the steaming temperature, the radiation of virility, that exotic smell, and most importantly the reward that Yor worked so tirelessly to receive after every fellating session. The manly sperm that was produced in those gloriously fat balls hanging beneath that ginormous rod of meat, in other words Yor’s favorite meal. What some women would consider repulsive and unpalatable, Yor ate like a scrumptious paste. Reminiscing about the times where it felt like glue was connecting from the roof of her mouth and her tongue, playing and smacking her lips together moving the heavy load of cum in her cavity, breathing hotly with his curly strand of pubic hair messily clinging to her cheek. 


This same cycle proceeded for several days longer, Yor trying her absolute best to replicate the most sexually fulfilling times of her life. She had even rejected Loid whenever he tried to get intimate with her, telling him that she wasn’t in the mood for it, or coming up with a different excuse every time. Loid wasn’t the pushy type, so he gave her the space she needed without pursuing further, oblivious to the fact that Yor was struggling with a devastatingly potent addiction to BBC. Exhausted from being in constant heat, no matter how many times she’d relieved herself, it would only last for a short while before her pussy felt like it was on fire. Every pair of panties that she owned had to be changed immediately from the damp wetness that soiled them. Yor was being driven to borderline insanity, she couldn’t take it anymore. Opening that box that was vowed to be stashed away for eternity wasn't the worst decision. There was just one more thing, after Yor regained some of her mind’s rationale, she’d curse herself for being such an improper, indecent woman. A failure of a mother, and of a wife. She wasn’t getting off to her husband, but instead at the thought of another man, at the thought of black cock. 


“I’m sorry, everyone… I tried everything I could. I still remember what he told me. That women like me can’t get away…. Once you go black, you never go back.” repeated Yor in her head, exhaling strongly before flipping her luscious hair past her shoulders, and wearing the final item left behind in the box. If her black dress was her uniform as an assassin, then this was her uniform for her primal sex life, her very own personal spade choker. 
Yor felt a jolt of electricity after putting it on, she had returned to her true self, completely in her element.


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That very night…


Yor waited until everyone had gone to bed, and after ensuring that nobody would come after her wondering where she’d disappeared off to, Yor abandoned her redemption. It didn’t take long for her to arrive at the doorstep of his suite, wearing the same black dress that she’d repaired and cleansed thoroughly at the tailor. There were no assassinations that were to take place, just desire. It felt like time had been ticking slowly, a dream-like state where her surroundings almost didn’t seem real, that aching in her heart was fading away, replacing her worries and self-loathing with the only sensation that mattered most, arousal. The door slowly opened, and as the light from inside the house shined and illuminated her figure and the nightfall before her, the large looming shadow casted over Yor from that big, black brute of a body. Reminded of how much of a giant he really was, Yor stared up at him with love in her eyes, her heart squeezed nearly as tightly as her vaginal lips, and there was a slight pause with no words exchanged. There were no words needed to convey what this meeting meant. In a flash, Yor pounced on his massive frame, unable to contain herself anymore after this torturous week, their encounter at the park acting as the nail in the coffin for this blacked bitch futilely struggling to escape. 


“Mmhhh!~ Mmhh!~ Mmmmm!~” her aggressive moans muffled against his full, wet lips that puckered in returning her hot kiss. Yor’s meaty pale thighs wrapped around his waist, his hands catching her by the rear and squishing her round bottom tightly while they devolved back into their rightful home, in each other’s arms. Savoring the memorable taste of his saliva, that hot breath, his beard brushing against her mouth, everything about this man was scintillating. Yor’s eyes were smoldered with lust, the breath-taking kiss was exceptionally long and tongue-probing, exploring the insides of each other’s oral cavity using their wet muscles. Yor’s heart shaped bum felt amazing in his hands, soft like pillows and round and fat yet firm with her glute muscles. The blacked princess was in amazing physical shape, the large black man’s lips slanting over hers, the two of them moving insistently as if they were starved. Their sloppy make out session produced excess saliva that Yor and her master seemingly drank from each other’s mouths, carrying her with ease inside, kicking the door shut behind her as they made their way within the suite.


“You… Couldn’t stop yourself from going back to your roots, could you? Mmm!~ I told you, Yor. It was no use. Mmm~... A white slut like you could never quit black cock!” he spoke, exchanging words mid-tongue wrestling. His pink appendage was so much thicker and longer than hers, easily moving it around and dominating the kiss, despite Yor’s fervent enthusiasm to keep up with him. 


“Mmuah! I-I couldn’t! I tried, but I can’t! Mmm!~ If you didn’t show up in front of me, I might’ve been able to-.. Mmmuah! It’s your fault. If it weren’t for you, I’d still be a loving wife of the Forger’s! Mmm! Mmm!~” moaned Yor, her glossy lips were getting the spit sucked off of the, releasing loudly with a plop before his tongue shoved back inside of her sweet mouth, forcing her head to tilt backwards as she leaned her head slightly to the left, closing her eyes and dragging her smaller tongue against his as they clashed, spit strings of her saliva visible in her mouth that was opening so wide to accommodate for his daring tongue. Relishing the feeling of every meticulous detail, Yor cherished what it felt like to be snugly wrapped against his body. How his sheer power exuded off his tank of a body, that build that felt tough like steel, unmovable and thick. The distinct smell that he released, the way that he carried her without any hitch in his movements. Yor grabbed him by the face and shoved their lips together, tightly pressed together as their tongues darted into other’s mouth, twirling around his with her own, opening wider and feeling his groping hands ride her dress higher up her thighs, grasping a feel of her extremely pale buttocks that were missing the marks that he used to leave behind. 


“That’s a lie. You would’ve come back to me no matter what. I know that you could never forget about black cock. Mmm~... I want you to show me how bad you wanted this. How badly you missed getting treated like the slut that you really are.” he cockily grinned, licking his thick, wet lips before planting a sensuous smooch on her lips for good measure,  letting her back down on the ground only after tenderly kneading the doughy flesh of her rear. Yor didn’t even bother wiping her face, letting their bathing saliva rest around her mouth, watching as the thick, beefy ebony man took a seat on the bed, spreading his legs far and wide. All that he wore was a plain white tank top that was stretched out from his bulging muscles, the room was dampened with sweat after having just finished an intense workout, the work that was required to maintain an unstoppable physique like his was outlandishly difficult, and was only permitted due to this superior genes. 


Yor knew that after the things she was about to do to that sexy, meaty cock that she could already see hardened and rolled up in his tight-fitted pants, that she would have to return home clean. The only way to prevent her expensive clothes from getting ruined was to take them off on the spot, stripping down completely and in a rush, throwing them off carelessly to the ground. Standing before him in her naked beauty, his enchanted eyes would never grow tired from seeing the porcelain beauty that was Yor Briar, her skin was white as snow, her perky breasts large and heavy, a tapered waist with excellent curves and a perfectly wobbling ass. 


“Go on, your present for your praiseworthy effort is waiting for you.” he teased, words that were meaningless considering Yor was already planning on it. She returned back down to her position, down on her knees, kneeling down like the submissive snowbunny that she is, remembering how to be obedient and subservient no matter how hungry and starved she might’ve been. Her tongue went dry while Yor savored it all, unbuckling his trousers with heart-shaped pupils in her eyes, staring and ogling the obscene object that was steadily being freed. The black boxers constricting his baton of meat accentuated its sturdiness, Yor was salivating heavily to the point where drool was escaping from the side of her lips, her hot breaths frantic, licking and tracing her bottom and upper lips with her tongue like a dog excited to be fed it’s favorite meal. Yor yanked on his undergarments and the heavy-hitting whiff of masculine aroma nearly knocked her out of her senses, the stench of precum overwhelming her as it dripped out of his slimy tip like syrup, the dark purple head aligned directly towards the middle of her face after springing straight in place. Overwhelmed by it all, seeing the pulsing veins working that painfully erect cock. Yor leaned in mere centimeters away from the tip and sniffed as hard as she could, the pungent smell permeating through the room entering her nose at once, leaving her in a daze as it seemed like she was smelling the finest scented perfume. Yor moaned after smacking herself in the face with the slab of meat, splattering some precum on her forehead, dragging her nose and lips against it. He watched while resting his face on his fist, a teeth-bearing grin on his face seeing in first-person how Yor’s persona shifted into that of the Blacked Princess. As if she were possessed, she entered the state of mind similar to when she’d commit her murders, but instead that intense focus and coldheartedness to kill was to instead extract the fertile sperm out of the manly black cock resting and throbbing its radiating heat onto her gorgeous face. Yor panted with her tongue slipping out of her mouth, she wanted to suck it so badly but there were preparations that needed to take place, never once forgetting her Master’s orders. 


Having rolled onto the floor after she carelessly discarded her outfit, Yor picked up the red hot lipstick that she’d preserved until this day. Subconsciously waiting for the moment to use it, Yor applied it in front of him, the dangling outstretched black appendage twitching in anticipation. Yor puckered her lips after applying the shining red coat flawlessly, then sucked them in. 


“Black cock~…” purred Yor under her breath, lifting the dense member having to use both of her hands. Yor covered the entirety of his raw cock with long, full kisses that left the stains and lipstick marks over his pure black skin. Her steamy breath stimulating the powerful truncheon, traces of the shape of her moist lips. Yor demonstrated impressive resolve by properly preparing his wholly length with over a hundred kisses, spending ample time even on the satchel of dark flesh beneath them. It was the all-important pouch that contained the seed that Yor craved in her system, either consuming it through her throat, or having it enter her womb with the prospect of blessing her a child with his superior black genetics. Tugging on the leathery skin of his sweaty scrotum with those pretty ruby red lips, repeatedly smooching the fat black balls and yet again astounded by the sheer size of them, the oval-shaped nuts hardly able to rest properly on her tongue that swiped in circles before returning to kissing them. 


“You’re exactly as I remembered you, Thorn Princess. There’s nothing about you that changed. All that you managed to accomplish was lying to yourself.” he stated, watching the ultra soft skin of Yor’s cheeks brush up against it, cradling his huge balls in her hands, before placing her precum-glazed lips underneath the ridge and over top the thick crown. 


“Mmmnuah!~” 


The flavorful, rich taste of his bitter prick washed the insides of her oral cavern as Yor devoured him whole and easing off the rust from her cockslurping technique. Sloppy slurping while her cheeks hollowed in like a vacuum, Yor steadied the raging beast with her tight grip that squeezed around the base, tilting her chin inwards and furiously bobbing her head with her outstretched lips forming a perfect circle. She hadn’t missed a beat, these intense blowjobs of hers were almost a trademark feature of the drooling bimbo. Losing all intelligence when she was reduced to nothing but a cum greedy skank, those loud smacks of the lips, wet and prolonged kisses, high pitched gasps filling the room as Yor gripped the behemoth and constantly slapped and rubbed it all across her face, rubbing the mushroom-shaped peak that spewed precum all over her forehead, the shaft sliding against her bridge of her nose, applying the cream on her face as if it were a skin remedying facial product. The entire length submerging in her mouth, the freakish jerking of her head as her refined hair flung wildly as she fucked his delicious organ with her melting hot mouth, offering the great black cock the worship that it deserved. 


“It’s been such a long time since I’ve done this… Open, throat!” demanded Yor. 


Gluk! Gluk! Gllrk! Scchrllpp! Nnnguhh! Gawwk! Gawwkk!~


Throating herself on it like a piston, the wetness of her split splashing everywhere, her eyes looked concentrated and yet so consumed with lust. An absence of Yor Forger, replaced instead by the Blacked Princess in Yor Briar. Frothy spittle leaking from her lipstick stained lips, working his gargantuan sack with her fingers and palms, relying on only her dedicated mouth to pleasure the full length, every single sloppy inch of that dark, turgid penis. Starting from the top and pushing herself all the way down trying to muster her esophagus’ limits to reach the base of the shaft, gouts of precum ejecting onto her tongue that was quickly drowned down her throat along with her spit. Shoveling her mouth full of that tangy-tasting prick, face looking stupid like a vacuum. Yor didn’t play with her food, instead sucking it and swallowing as much as she could down her gaping throat, that gag never returning even with her cheeks turning red from oxygen deprivation. Jaw craned with her crotch-bashing thrusts of her face, slobbering everywhere, bubbles and streaks of her warm spit running and drooping down the cock, rubbing his balls trying to stimulate the fertile juice out of it. She wanted her meal badly, already cumming in her wet panties from bathing that rigid darkness in her thick saliva. 


“Mmuah!~ Ggh! Sllpp! Ggghh! Mmmhhhmm!~” 


“Mmm, that’s it, girl. You keep that up and I’ll give you what you want. You want that black cum in your belly, don’t you? That’s why you’re sucking me so hard, isn’t it?!” he yelled, growling through his teeth as his head flung back in bliss. Yor nodded her head and hummed in guttural response, hungrily sliding him against her tongue, the oral fucking led by Yor’s erratic movements as the hefty black cock that was held captive in her mouth lurched in delight. His immaculate breeding weapon had seen tons, countless of women, but there were none like Yor. He couldn’t deny the ecstasy that she’d given him, their attraction was beyond mutual. Yor was built for black cock, but specifically for his, too. Expanding her sloppy mouth and tight throat to their upper limits, pace quickening to blistering, rapid speeds. Yor’s erotic, wanton noises bouncing off the walls, her gullet clenching to the invading object as the veins brushed against every bump in her throaty, velvety canyon. Encouraged to further take the plunge, Yor felt a near case of lockjaw, the mammoth prick slamming past her uvula, enveloped entirely within her plush lips trailing up and down the shaft. Plugging and unplugging her throat with the exaggerated bounces of her head, drool dangling from her chin and smearing the upper area of her broad tits, flinging off to the floor or attaching to his inner thigh. 


Months of accumulated sexual frustration amounted for this moment, his wide hips bucking into her slippery maw, coughing and retching increasing the volume of pornographic noises this absolute cockfeast of a session was producing. Pumping him over and over with the outline of his erection showing on the outside of her neck, Yor’s body shaking in sexual need with her eyes lit up in rapture. The monster black cock spasmed within the clutches of her spasming throat, gooey trails of her saliva separating her face from his pubic region, slim tears running down her cheeks, moaning heartily around his male anatomy waiting to be fed her meal. The heavy cock sliding against her full lips and filling the entirety of her mouth and esophagus, brushing against the insides of both cheeks with every vein pulsing against her soft, succulent lips. Pleasure flooded her system feeling the sperm course through his veins, the back of her head palmed like a basketball, her left hand securely holding onto his massive quads as her eyes shot wide open.


“Mmhhnggh! Mmmhhhh!” squealed and hummed Yor, the nasty deepthroating session bearing its fruits as the handsome black man groaned passionately with his whole lower half jerking in tandem with Yor’s undulating body. Barely having the presence of mind to keep her grip, Yor came all over herself and the floor with the inundation of sweet, musky sperm flowing into her mouth and exploding out of her lips, filling it way past the brim. His excessive load came in bunches, his ejaculation even more fierce than she remembered. The texture of his baby batter was creamy and viscous, it was warm, thick, and powerful. Everything from how it tasted, the force that it spurted out of his clenching piss-slit with, the pungent odor. Yor’s bloated cheeks filled like those condoms that he used to tie around her waist like a collection of water balloons, the eruption pooled into Yor’s cavity, firing straight down her throat and into her stomach, some of it remaining in her mouth and tongue forcing her to swallow incessantly, tirelessly gulping as if she were chugging a water bottle, some unexpectedly potent bursts like a hose that drenched her. 


“Hhhmpphhh!~” 


Yor tilted her head and excitedly lapped her tongue around the circular head and flicking against the distended slit that was feeding her, the frothy spittle attached to her chin and cheeks were glazed white in his jizz, chunks and crumbs of cum pouring out all over her face. The deluge didn’t seem like it’d ever end, losing count of time when it exceeded a minute, then two minutes, Yor’s eyes rolled to the back of their sockets, shaking and writhing beneath him as she grabbed the mammoth palm at the back of her head and pushed it forward, encouraging him to spear her trachea with his ejaculating cock. Emptying his enigmatic balls, stroking and fondling them with her remaining hand, thanking them for spraying her with the appetizing gunk that she would’ve rather eaten over any exquisite meal that Loid could cook. The bubbling gunk had Yor taking deep, trembling breaths while ingesting the thick seminal fluid. His testicular region had been aching with the loads that he preserved specifically for yor, his veins were inflated as his spunk coursed down towards her digestive system. Suckling on that black tube for good measure, wetly pumping him a handful of times for extensive care, inhaling as hard as she could using her mouth as she begrudgingly disconnected her greedily sucking lips with her head flying backwards with a final spray splattering all over her face.


“Oooooh, yeesssss~... Love black cum…” muttered Yor, gargling on the leftover liquid still pooling in her mouth, moving the paste around using her tongue before swallowing it whole. Her debauched actions were a direct result of her cumdrunken state, in a euphoric daze as she was plastered and painted the color of his fertile nut.


“Whew. That was something else, Yor. That might’ve been the best blowjob you’ve ever given me, sucked the soul and cum right out of my balls.” he chuckled, his burly chest heaving and covered in a film of sweat. 


“W-Wha?! H-How!... No way…” mumbled Yor, to her amazement, even after shooting such an implausible volume of cum, the dark snake only deflated for an instant, already hardening back to full mast and standing out majestically from his groin. It was the sexiest spectacle that she’d ever seen, his sperm-flecked boner that was still oozing that sweet spunk, that dominant dark body of his, her shining spit strings and ropes still decorating his manhood. Yor rocked back on her haunches in response to the towering hulk rising to his feet, casting a humongous shadow that covered far beyond her face in real time. 


“That’s right… This is why I served him…” pondered Yor, tits wobbling as she scooted backwards, receiving a glorious view of the enticing underside. 


He still wasn’t satisfied, there was a reason that he claimed an insatiable libido. He wanted to see how devastating it was for Yor to be parted with him for all this time, having underestimated her resolve, never being able to guess that she was capable of a few months let alone a week. Her ebony master wanted her to show him, lying back down on the bed, in a comfortable position with his legs extending all the way out, his hands placed behind his head and separating them from the cushions. 


“Ride me, bitch. I wanna see that sexy ass of yours bounce.” he commanded. 


“Yes, Master.” responded Yor dutifully, the instantaneous response was out of habit. There were no such things as requests when it came to him, his word was law for the obedient slave that’s sole purpose was to serve each and every one of his wishes. Yor savored this moment, every sensation, the scent of the room, the views, everything. She couldn’t believe that she’d gone this long without it. Regretting every decision that had led her to that point, realizing just how wrong she was to ever go against her Master’s orders. A slave deserved to be punished if they didn’t meet their owner’s demands, and she was preparing herself to earn back all of the rewards that she’d lost. 


The fact that there was no condom hadn’t crossed her mind, her fiery arousal outweighing any of the consequences present on that night. Having not taken her birth control pills after turning down Loid’s advances for intercourse, always making sure that he finished outside as well, Yor was about to take a dangerous chance. Lifting her hips up and balancing herself on his chiseled abdomen, his chiseled eight-pack abs acting as a sturdy support, her hands fondling them while she only took a short while to properly aim that moist-covered, turgid object with her throbbing, molten folds. Yor had never once forgotten how to take black cock, taking the plunge and sinking onto that immense object, the pressure entering her stomach was so fulfilling after all this time that Yor felt elevated into another mental state of being, fresh sensations that she’d missed escalating in her belly. Stopping at a part of her pussy that was slowly adapting to the rock-hard pillager and adjusting from shape and size of the dildo that failed to be its replacement, lowering herself again this time faster and deeper, her vaginal walls were soaked and constricting around the colossal cock. 


“Hhngh!~ O-Oh, yes!…” grunted Yor, stabilizing herself for a moment before completely letting loose and allowing her slutty boisterous moans to slip, screaming them proudly out of her mouth as her head bent backwards with her face staring up towards the ceiling. Pure glee in her eyes as Yor commenced the sinful bouncing atop of his monstrous appendage, each bounce was driving her wild, the skewering of her white pussy that the ebony rod entering her inflamed hole was stupefying. Her creaming canal splashing all over his member, the untouched areas of her canal that Loid couldn’t reach were so effortlessly being hit by that magnificent rod of meat. Her opening stretched as wide as they could, her slick inner walls coated in her dripping pussy juices, the pole entering her velvety walls that fluttered around him as she was split open. It didn’t take long before Yor already succumbed to a mind-numbing orgasm, the thirty minute long effort that Loid put in amounted to nothing, meanwhile Yor was shoving her hips down onto his crotch with voracious intent, already cumming her brains out. 


This was the only cock that could do this to her. Yor assumed that sex might’ve been similar with a different partner, but she couldn’t have been more wrong. Forgetting that her needy pussy was only one that the best of black cocks could only satisfy. Reminded of this as she arches upwards, watching herself convulse and gush on the ceiling of mirrors above them, the room was designed to unveil Yor’s womanly instincts, wishing for her to be true to herself. He’d always enjoyed making her spray everywhere, but grinning as this was the right call to avoid her splash zone. Amusing it was to see how her promise to remaining as a proper wife of the Forger’s crumbled before him, the only thing that it took was their brief meeting, he roughly spanked her ass with a swift strike of the palm, slapping her big white wobbling buttcheeks and telling her to “keep going” whenever she would slow down or take a breath trying to recover from the constant climaxing. 


“That’s right, bitch! You missed that black cock, didn't you?!” he grunted, furiously spanking her several times, not allowing her the time to recuperate.


“Yess! I love it! Keep slapping my ass, daddy!” squealed Yor, wanting him to continue punishing her even if she didn’t deserve it. 


Spank! Spank! Spank!


The resounding, meaty slaps echoing throughout the room every time her hips would slow down even a smidge. 


“Yes, Master!~ Nngh! Hoohh! Hooooh, mmmm!~” mewled Yor, the enormous shaft completely buried inside of her with this particular slam of the hips, her moans sounded feverish as her cunt queefed while trying to milk the absurd object. He’d never felt even Yor’s pussy try to milk him with such ferocity, the orgasms that she was falling victim to were spectacular. Her searing hot walls clamping and melting around his member, exploding in delirious, taboo pleasure. The intense bouncing left the bed underneath them creaking, mattress springs bouncing along with them, her voluptuousness jiggling almost at a blur was Yor’s teeth were clenched and her toes curled, mouth drooling as she fucked that awe-inspiring cockmeat in her incensed frenzy. Their bodies were the respective pinnacles of both men and women. Any other pelvis would’ve been crushed under her power, the only person in the world that had ever surpassed her in strength, was the only man that could handle Yor in her primal state. 


“Yes, yes, yes!~ Ohh! Black!~ B-Black cock!~ Mmnhhh!” shrieked Yor in her rampaging state of libido, almost squatting and throwing her ass in vertical up and down motions stroking the enormous meatstick with her scorching hot insides that clamped over him amidst their reckless convulsions. A victorious grin on his face, watching Yor’s wild final orgasm as she arched upwards and bent her back at a sharp angle, the bombardment of returning emotions had her detonating climax rain all over his groin and the mattress as her whining moans sounded as if she were crying. The monstrously powerful fucking motions reached its fever pitch as the bed itself nearly collapsed, the material was of higher quality which was intentionally purchased to try and avoid the scenario of all the beds that this supremely powerful couple had destroyed from their passionate mating sessions. Yor’s tiny white pussy squeezed as hard as it could after her womb was hammered into with his thick, godly black cock. His buff hips flying upwards and crashing into her at full force, levitating Yor slightly in the air as she mewled like a bitch in heat, cumming all over herself as her brain was overcome with delirium. Blowing a humongous load inside of her grasping walls, the powerful gushing felt as Yor’s cervix absorbed as much of it as she possibly could, cold shivers running down her spine as her body felt eternally grateful to accept his manly seed. Yor’s beautiful face contorted in her sexual rapture, tears of pure happiness running down her face, a wrecked mess in the end as her round bum continued their short sinful bounces trying to extract every droplet inside of her. The Blacked Princess was in heavenly bliss, the place that she belonged to.


“Ohh…. I should’ve never left… It was foolish of me to even believe for a second that I could live normally without this… Without black cock…. How could I? When it rules over me.


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Yor laid there motionless for what felt like hours, nearly comfortably falling into a sex-induced slumber until the image of both Loid, Anya and Bond flashed into her head. She gasped loudly and sat up as if she’d just awoken from a nightmare, nearly deserting the Forger’s in place for the crippling ecstasy that was produced by big black cocks. After recovering from the brutal beating of her genitals, Yor borrowed his shower and washed up appropriately, having to put extensive care in washing her body and even gargling mouthwash to erase the smell from her breath. A nasty little part of her wished she didn’t need to, wanting to preserve the strong aftertaste that it left behind, but Yor was left with no choice, having to return to her home in order to avoid suspicion. She wished deep down in her heart that they could’ve kept going, all the way until morning, afternoon, the next evening, any time until their avaricious bodies were satisfied. If this was their last time together, she would’ve never left. However… Yor knew that this would just be the first of their many encounters, their reunion official.


“I’ll see you later…” muttered Yor at the exit of his place, glancing back towards him with a scarlet red hue on her cheeks. 


He didn’t even acknowledge her words, having already expected them. He raised his hand as if to say goodbye, then the door closed slowly behind her as she walked out the door. The Blacked Princess had officially made her return. A fetish that would never end. A fascination that would never cease to exist. An obsession that she could never quit. Black cock was the singlehanded most important thing in Yor’s life. She loved it. 


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There was no longer a doubt about it, if there ever was. Yor was enslaved to black cock once again. That all-powerful man was her master, he always was. On her cellphone, she now received instructions through text messages that she had to follow. The first thing when Yor had free time was to go and purchase birth control off the counter for all of the creampies that he’d be filled her up with, encouraging her by taking a close-up view of his morning wood, nearly causing Yor to lick her screen who couldn’t stop staring at it in bed with a thirsty look in her eyes, only snapped awake once Loid called out to her in the morning. Her daily life continued, not without the egg vibrator jammed within her pussy that he’d ordered to wear at all times. Yor had to live with the constant pleasure in her pussy, leaving it on low sensitivity but at times turning it up to the maximum at this command. Their fell back to their old routine like they’d never left, the only changes were how often they were able to meet now that Yor had a shorter window to leave the house while she lived with her makeshift family. It was difficult to act like she always did with them, both Anya and Loid could tell that she was becoming a little bit distant, still trying to spend time with them, except it felt like there was always something on her mind, her smile wasn’t genuine. She wasn’t unhappy, but she knew where her true happiness stemmed from. 


When it came time for their meetings, Yor would wear that beautiful black spade choker underneath her trench coat and sneak outside, every time hiding a different surprise underneath. Most notable of all in her repertoire was a skimpy gold micro-bikini that only one man out of billions was capable of making her wear. When she first dropped her trench coat in front of him and flaunted her lewd figure, she received a favorable response for looking like such a curvaceous bimbo. It had led to her very first full nelson fucking, wrapped like a pretzel with his tough muscular arms hooked beneath her knees and above her underthighs. Yor’s snowy white arse sitting on his enormous muscular legs, wearing a stupid expression devoid of any sign of intelligence, tongue lolling out with her eyes showing white or going cross-eyed, spitting her moans while their sweaty skin was clapping together. His huge mitts pressing down her neck and angling her chin downwards, spraying like a leaking faucet that drenched their already messy bed sheets. Yor almost couldn’t make it back on that night, they’d fucked until the sun started to rise, having to limp back home before either Loid or Anya would wake. 




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A day later…


One of her other visits Yor dressed as the perfect, breedable Playboy snow bunny, spade pasties covering her turgid nipples, wearing a topless leotard that was prime for titfucking. The masterful way that she would use those well-endowed breasts that she was blessed to grow. Those fantastic jugs of smooth, silky breast meat creating the perfect sandwich to stuff that black behemoth between the tight crevice of her cleavage. It never failed to amaze her how far it’d stick out of the mashing of flesh, smacking against her chin and dragging up past her plump lips. Yor would lift her heavy cowtits and slap them together allowing the veiny engorgement to throb in its maddening heat. The udders pooling all over him and moving quickly over his tremendous inches at a rapid pace. Yor spat on the turgid cockhead allowing it to smear and lubricate her valley of boobage, spurred on by his emphatic thrusts that slapped against her balloons causing them to flop upwards as her hands tried to hold them in place, rotating them in a circular pattern or lifting and jerking his cock off with them at the same time. It always ended in a messy, cumstained mess.


Yor’s flushed cheeks were barely visible beneath the pure sloppage of sperm that buried her, different shaped worms, ropes, globules, crumbs and bubbles of sperm sprawled all across her face and seeped into her cum-caked bosom. Yor lifted her gigantic mountainous globes and stuffed her face with the pooling semen, earning her the right to take Master’s black cock with every salacious display. Her tongue lapping at the gooey paste and smacking her lips with the spunk, slurping it down like soup while unable to stop herself from feasting.


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As the days passed…


Not that any of her multitude of erotic blacked slut outfits would’ve been any better, but Yor had grown daring enough to go completely commando beneath her coat. She was always a naughty slut in a neverending heat, this feeling of arousal had only worsened after every one of these meetings, thinking of other ways to please her black Master. Each of these encounters left her in a fitting state. Things couldn’t possibly go better, Yor’s soul was at ease, maintaining her facade of a relationship, her feelings of guilt were drowning away, concealed by her exuberant happiness. That’s what she’d believed, that is, until she’d gone and received excellent news. 


Loid told her the previous night that he had to leave the house for three days, concealing the fact that it was for one of his important missions as a spy, and covering it up as a “business trip”. Yor’s situation presented its fair share of challenges, but now one of the greatest obstacles was gone for a few days. At first it was a blessing in disguise, as now this meant that she needed to be home for Anya. She loved them very much, but there was nobody she loved more than her chocolate stud. By some stroke of luck, Anya was invited to sleep over at Betty’s house for the night, and thankfully at school it just so happened to be a long weekend. Anya wanted to bring Bond over to show her best friend the dog that she was so happy to take care of back at home. Afterwards, Yuri accepted Yor’s request to take care of her for the rest of the weekend, promising him that they’d have a whole day together in return. Anya’s grades have been steadily improving, so Loid approved of it. 


“I’m not sure why, but I’m on a roll! It’s like everything's falling into place. This is going so perfectly! Oh, I know! I need to make sure there’s nothing that will be getting in my way. Then, for the next three days I can…” thought Yor with a lascivious smile on her face. Yuri had the tendency to pop in at random times, so she took the liberty to invite him out for dinner, spending the afternoon together which was essentially heaven for the incredibly attached brother that couldn’t have been more content to visit. Afterwards, Yor informed him that she was going to be busy for a little while, and they’d see each other again afterwards. The day was miraculous enough for Yuri that he didn’t seem to mind, riding the high of having some alone time with his beloved sister. 


Finally, after all the groundwork was set, and the day came, Yor felt like she was at the top of the world. Loid left first thing in the morning, Anya and Bond were picked up shortly after. Yor waved them goodbye with a beaming smile on her face. Wearing her usual red sweater dress, black pantyhose that looked immaculate on her fine, womanly legs, and her hair worn down and straight while she awaited her Master’s arrival. Yor’s heart felt like it might accidentally stop beating at any second now with how furiously it was thumping in her chest. Her body was warm with anticipation, sweating slightly as she waited at the front door, shivering at the thought of all of the vulgar deeds he'd make her do during these glorious days, frightened by the state of her home by the end of it. She’d never done something so risky before, so daring. It was exhilarating, Yor couldn’t stop trembling as if she were chilly, erotic electricity already in the air without his presence, it felt like she’d waited an eternity until she finally heard knocking on the door. Yor wanted to greet him properly like a good girl would, and she opened the door for him with excitement in her heart, the door to the house of the Forger family. A guest that neither Loid nor Anya should ever meet, the man that had the keys to Yor’s heart, soul, and body. 


Time froze yet again, Yor couldn’t believe that she had the gall to reserve this place that was supposed to be her escape from him, was now going to be used as their location for their animalistic fucking sessions over the course of the next few days. She always fawned over his incredible height, towered over yet again, tilting her head back to stare up lovingly at him. Yor was most likely the strongest woman in the world, and yet she looked so meek before him. She jumped slightly when his warm hands touched the side of her face, Yor closed her eyes and leaned towards him, standing on her tiptoes with her lips puckered and meeting his firm kiss. The adulterous makeout resembled more of an actual couple than their usual spit-exchanging clashing of tongues, Yor pressed her face back against his, sensuously meeting his tongue and retracting back into her mouth as his large lips mashed against hers. His teeth grazing her bottom lip before sucking and tugging on it, their arms wrapping around each other in a tight, almost intimate embrace. She loved everything about this, Yor raised her leg at his sides, feeling his adventurous hands caress her marshmallow thighs and clutch them firmly. Yor love how talented of a kisser he was, she loved the feeling of his hot lips pressing against hers, preferring the size of his full lips that seemed to completely slide over her own which were far slimmer in comparison.  


“I love this.” panted Yor, their passionate breathing mixing together from out of their mouths, the smell of each other’s breath, the taste of their tongues, the softness of their lips. Yor licked his tongue and wrapped her arms behind his neck, tonguing him to the best of her ability while his hands lifted her higher in the air by carrying her heart-shaped buttocks. This gorgeous white woman licked his upper and lower lips, pressing them hard against the closed lips of the handsome black man. They were warm, soft and moistened, and when he returned her puckered kiss Yor was amazed by how it completely settled over her own, the top and bottom edges of her willing mouth felt like it were trapped under a hot, wet seal. They could lick each other’s tongue and enjoy the company of each other’s lips all day if they wanted to, but there was something else that had captured his attention. Yor always wore the same dress when he’d visit, or those scintillating outfits and lewd sex toys. He’d never actually seen her wear something so casual before they’d fuck, and that in itself was equally as arousing. Using those powerful hands of his, he turned Yor all the way around to which she gasped in complaint, having gotten so wet because of their hot kissing. It was so much more intimate than usual, that her heart was almost tricked into thinking that she’d truly fallen in love. 


“This looks pretty good on you, Yor. I’m so used to seeing you dress like a slut, so this is a pretty nice change of pace.” he snickered, his big burly hands exploring all over her body, caressing her sides, roughly grabbing her waist, pressing her tight arse against his bulging cock. Loving her home outfit and the sweet moans she was making, kneading the tits on her chest, expressing how soft they were as he thrusted against her lightly, dry humping her clothed bum as Yor arched for him. 


“A-Ahn!~”


“How do you feel, Yor? Letting a guy like me into the house of that “husband” that you told me you loved?” he asked, taunting her. Yor sexily grinded her ass against the outline of his stiffening cock, egged on by his dirty talk. She was a shameful slut and she didn’t do anything to deny it. 


“I love Loid!… It’s just not the same way that I love you, mmm~… I love you like a man. No, I love you as Master.” proclaimed Yor, shaking her ass against him like a good girl, making him groan in delight as he kept his hips pushed forward and flush against her back. His broad chest touching her snugly as Yor continued to moan from his rough groping. Her dress pulled higher up and exposed her toned stomach, bending her over and enjoying how Yor was bumping her butt hard into his groin. 


“Your tits are damn nice, but I love this hot piece of ass too!” he praised, massaging her round booty and thrusting his clothed prick hard into her rocking her back and forth, nearly causing her to fall. Any part of her squishy slender body felt luxurious in his hands, having never known that there could’ve been such a perfect woman to exist. Out of every sow that he’d ever conquered, Yor was at a standard of her own, an unprecedented snow bunny slut that he treated as non-expendable. The outfit looked charming and cozy, but there was an undeniable urge within him that couldn’t be stopped. His unyielding strength easily tearing through her pantyhose, one of Yor’s favorite things about getting destroyed by this gargantuan black man was how he’d manhandle her like the bitch that she was. Loid was far too gentle for her tastes, who couldn’t tell that Yor was a slut in hiding, a woman that loved more than anything to be demolished rather than being treated like an angel. Her dampened pussy lips now exposed after her undergarments were shredded to pieces, Yor was bent over like the good little whore that she was, and with his two meaty fingers gathered together he shoved them inside of her cunt. 


“Kyaa!~ A-Ahhngh! Aaauughh! Hooohh! Mmm, yes!~” screamed Yor in arousal and ecstasy. The truth of the matter was that her vaginal tunnels were already flooded with juices, having spent all night masturbating at the thought of the sheer sex marathon that her body would have to endure in hours. The toys, the nightly meetings, none of it would compare to what these two were on their merry way towards doing, Yor as the slave, and this dark skin man as her master. Even the thickness of his fingers turned Yor on, fingerblasted intensely with the gushing sounds of her sopping quim sounding so erotic. Her knees buckled and Yor dropped her hips towards his pumping fingers, fucking her with his digits while also simultaneously rubbing her engorged clit. Spreading her puffy pink folds and drawing out the sluttiest, immoral noises from the woman, the Forger wife. She was thinking about this man all day ever since they’d met again, the monumental release of anticipation that she felt when he walked through that door, all of this rendered Yor susceptible to his touch. In the matter of minutes, Yor sprayed intensely all over the floor, creating a pool of her own cum that she’d surely need to clean before Bond sniffs it out. His hands and fingers were spritzed in the juices as Yor collapsed onto the floor after they were removed from her quivering snatch, sprawled out across the floor and incapable of handling the excitement of the unrestrained debauchery lying ahead, not for one night, but for the entire weekend. 


Throughout their newly adopted routine, they haven’t been able to truly go all out. In fact, they were forced to spend less time together due to Yor’s insistence on remaining as a housewife. Her relationship being public with Loid was fine for her image, however if anyone had known the truth about what she was like deep down, and her incurable ardent attachment towards the genitals of black men. Yor panted after quickly composing herself from cumming prematurely, attempting to rise up only to bump against the extraordinarily large monster cock. It plopped directly on her face, nearly covering a whole side. The emanating masculine smell had Yor dazed, the dizzying aroma never failing to hypnotize her. Yor huffing and puffing hotly through both her mouth and nose, the flaccid darkness dragging across her face, infinitely more massive than Loid’s dick and yet it wasn’t even hard, yet. The comparison was asinine, Yor respected Loid as a person, and she couldn’t judge him for lacking, it wasn’t his fault that he wasn’t him, it wasn’t his fault that he wasn’t black. By now, Yor could already tell from the scent permeating from his walloping black cock, the weighty oversized balls, and the viscous precum leaking out of it that he has plenty delicious manfluid stored for her to guzzle down her throat, or inject inside of her willing, married pussy. 


Yor had shown up prepared. She cooked what she could. She had hydrated plenty to replenish the amount of squirting that she’d be releasing. The lover couple’s bed had already been set up, using the same heart-patterned bedsheets where both herself and Loid shared the first time, ready to be erased. Extra sheets already stuffed in the closet for when the time was necessary to switch them. Condoms however, were not present. They weren’t needed, so there was no reason for Yor to bring them. The birth control pills that she was taking rendered them useless, Yor wanted to feel his creampies fill her depraved pussy up like a cream filled donut. The risk of pregnancy lowered tremendously, but there was a secret part of her that almost wished that she’d get impregnated by the man’s superior black genes. She’d never thought of having a child of her own, but if she was granted the honor of bearing Master’s children… Yor wouldn’t have been adverse to it. 


It was convenient that the place was soundproofed, most likely a precaution that Loid took in regards to his mission and private phone calls that he would need to be taking, of course Yor didn’t know that. The Forger’s home, her home, was going to be turned into a mating nest. Not the place where Anya looked forward to coming back to after school. Not where Bond enjoyed living. Not where Loid would return after a long day of work. It was going to turn into the space where Yor and her ideal, black alpha male mate was going to breed her. As these thoughts were playing out in her head, the last normal action that Yor had to take was pointing towards the bedroom where their fates would become intertwined forever. Adrenaline coursing through her veins, that sublime fuckstick still dragging across her face like a black wand in metronome-like motions. Brushing the sturdy darkness across her face, along her collarbones, running up her neck, the black phallus repeatedly kissed her pretty face in its throbbing glory, smoothly sliding over at times, and others clinging then skipping across her porcelain, white skin. 


“You’ve been preparing for this, haven’t you?” he snickered, finding it adorable that Yor must’ve planned out how the entire thing would go, considering the likely chances that he would’ve just torn that plan to pieces and fucked her into oblivion. 


“Yes… Please wreck me with your amazing black cock…” pleaded Yor, fire in her eyes, the lingering taste of sex on her tongue. 



Luckily for her, that time was still on the horizon, pulling her up effortlessly along with him, lifting her from up off the floor and hobbling on her own two feet. If she couldn’t walk straight, she would after he palmed her gigantic ass with his hands nearly capable of covering the whole circumference of her round buttocks. Rushing towards the room, he practically kicked the door open, grabbing Yor by the waist and then throwing her onto the bed. She whined slightly but was always so turned on by how carelessly he would treat her, knowing that she was a powerful bitch that could take abuse. Yor’s tongue hung loosely out of her mouth, panting like a horny dog in heat, watching as the tight clothes that he was wearing were being ripped off and tossed aside like junk, unveiling more of that pristine, bulging, athletic, darkened muscular frame. A body that knows no competition. Yor Forger was ready to abandon that name for these three days, and turn into a simple BLACKED bitch. 


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THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! 


“Ohhngh, Ohhngh! Hhmngh! Eeek!~ Hhaahh!~ A-Aah! Ooohhooo!~” 


The barbaric moans escaping from Yor Forger challenged the effectiveness of the soundproof walls. Her body raising high in the air, the ones that weren’t compressed to the mattress. The airtight familiarity that their bodies touched with provided a dumbfounding feeling of gratifying lust, the deep penetration that this position allowed crushed her womb with every infallible thrust. Yor’s pale, magnificent breasts were flattened beneath the weight of his suffocating torso. The dwarfing size contrasts between the two in plain view, lying flat on her back with only her legs either crossed around him or kicking straight out into the air and dangling above her head. Literal hours had passed by and the two had never once changed position, refusing to separate from each others bodies as a consequence of this, trapped in a sweaty, melting mating press that ensured that Yor’s guts were demolished and rearranged, squelching, glorping, and bubbling with sperm that splashed out of her battered wetness with every draw of the hips. His empowered blackness pummeled her receptive pink pussy, her jiggling white thickness the polar opposite shade of his skin. Yor always heard from the neighbors how she and Loid look absolutely perfect together, not knowing the truth that Yor could only envision herself with a black male, even as a white woman herself, the concept of an interracial relationship that was lost on others was the only plausible outcome in her mind. 


“Aahngh!~ Ahhngh! Hannnghh!~ Gguuuhh!~”


Not a shred of clothing separating the two, nude from head to toe, they were mating in the most primal state. His brutal black cock felt like it could break her gripping pussy at any given moment, enduring hours of this euphoric stimulation, the tidal waves of pleasure scattering through her nervous system and extending out the the furthest reaches of her fingertips and toes. Humping her pussy mound that was flowing with their mutual love juices, the stench that filled the room was enough to make someone’s nose flinch, the two relishing in it without a problem. Yor’s smaller, womanly frame was hardly visible beneath the sheer size and girth of his mountainous, bulky black mass. Built like a giant, she was practically hidden out of view. The mattress indenting under his massive weight, sinking low as he punched into her cum-seeping womb with incomprehensible power. 


“Is this the room and that little boy toy of yours fuck in? I can see a picture of you two about to kiss over there. That’s really cute, considering you’re about to get black-bred right now!” he shouted, his teeth grinding together while his pubic bone pressed against her erect clitoris. Yor repeatedly fell in and out of consciousness and sanity throughout these past hours, an understatement to claim that she was developing sores and aches throughout her spasming muscles and body. 


“Hoohhngh, yeessss! This is where I first had sex with Loid!” confessed Yor, her fingernails scraping down his pronounced biceps that were tough as bricks, barely clinging onto her bearings when his pace suddenly went ballistic. Her hips rising to meet his and her lower back and butt lifting in the air from his tremendous, mighty thrusts. 


“What a nasty, cheating bitch! That Loid of yours got a white cock that wasn’t good enough for you, huh?! Because the only dick you wanna take is black cock!” he yelled, easily invading her mind and seeing the truth hidden behind her mask. Yor squealed and struggled to breathe, screaming like a whore with every one of her senses amplified and sensitive from the hour-long pussy carving session. The heavy weight of his crashing down onto her wet folds, colliding with animal magnetism, filled to the splashing brim with an absurd number of filthy creampies. Yor’s temperature was akin to a fever, doused in sweat that soiled the bed sheets beneath them, the shape of their bodies pressing against the mattress visible in the outline of sweat. Thrashing underneath him Yor only had the liberty of turning her head, that mammoth onyx pillar plunging in and out of her, constantly leaving her gasping in shock, wondering if she’d die from the neverending orgasms that seized her body. 


“No! I couldn’t cum with Loid! Only black cock! I could only cum like this with black c-cock!~ He could never fuck me like you can. That’s why I just had to go back! That’s why I can’t quit black cock! I love it too much!!!!” shrieks Yor, confessing to her sins with the vehement driving into her ravaged snatch spilling onto the pool of semen leaking down her asscrack. Nonstop pounding as the mattress teetering destruction, the intensity of climaxes had never hit her like this, the sensation of her pussy being pushed to the center of her soul, eyes smoldering with lust, alive with electricity, bucking uncontrollably. Erratic breaths as she clawed into the parts of his back that her slim hands could even reach, their skin looked moist and their hair disheveled as if they’d just taken a light shower. The back of her skull was clutched by both of his palms, rewarding Yor for her slutty honesty with a tongue-entangled kiss. It was the perfect balance of crude, visceral debauchery and a mixture of intimacy, too.  Alternating between Yor mewling like a bitch towards the ceiling, calves flexing and legs straightening out, coming back down to wrap around his waist, and having her tongue licked, sucked, and wrapped around by his girthy oral muscle. Countless squirts and ejaculations ensued, all emptied and flushed out within her cervix. 


“Fuck those birth control pills, baby. Throw that shit out, we won’t be needing them. I can tell from the way your pussy won’t let me go… You want my baby, don’t you?” he huskily whispered in between her lips, the shocking question shaking Yor to the core. It sunk in her head for only a few moments, a decision that should’ve taken at least days to weeks to mull over was answered without hesitation.


“Oohngh, yes!... Give me your baby. Give me a black baby, I want it! Make me pregnant with that huge black cock!~” cried Yor, mashing their lips hotly together as they licked and sucked on each other’s face, their intense arousal augmented to another level as their dangerous copulating persisted with reckless abandon. There wasn’t anything stopping them now, Yor was bound to end up carrying another man’s child whether they tried to or not. 


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In the shower…


For the rest of their weekend, they would use the entire place. After receiving little to no rest after the insertion of cum that left her stomach feeling bloated as if she’d just eaten a full course load meal, hours worth of backed up semen. Yor almost didn’t want to waste any time cleaning themselves knowing they’d just end up covered in their own cum without fail. Her word meant nothing however, being treated like the convenient fuckdoll that she was, the shower head running hot water all over their nude skin that had been reeking with sweat and the potent scent of their mixed discharge. Yor loved from the bottom of her heart how she felt so light and little in his arms, standing at an elevated height and using her hips as leverage while that marvelous phallus slid in and out of her clenching entrance like a saw. Pulsating constantly as he displayed an insane ability to maintain his undying erection, having spurted out enough loads to produce more than an entire family. Yor’s wet, fleshy skin created even louder, slicker slaps as they smacked together. Weakly trying to match his fervent pace with her own enthusiastic hips, losing the battle of power, that shiny big butt having water splash off of it as she twerked in mid-air. The shapely bubble butt rippling wildly with their residue slowly flowing into the shower drain, only to be futilely dirtied again. 


“Y-You’re still cumming so much! I thought we were supposed to clean up!...” whined Yor, head dangling back and forth, if it weren’t for his hand caressing her hair it’d be constantly knocking back against the shower walls. Yor was depleted of physical energy but still possessed the libido to continue. Not that it was her choice, even if she’d ran out of the tank, there was nothing stopping the chocolate womanizer from not punishing her insides with his astonishing prick. 


“We’ll keep fucking in the shower until we’re completely clean! Who knows how long that’ll take, though. Not my problem, we still got a couple days of having fun together, don’t we?” 


SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! 


The absent-minded expression that Yor had as her chin rested on his mountain-like shoulders was glorious, heels locked behind his legs while she held onto the back of his neck and sang her moans loudly that bounced off the enclosed walls of the shower. 



In the kitchen…


Yor was bent over the counter wearing nothing but an apron that he ordered her to throw on for visual effect, having the time of their lives as Yor felt her black owner bump against her arse with brash, hectic movements. Her muscular legs needed to flex to maintain their stability as he hammered into her ravenously, the undaunted lust that Yor succumbed to as his immense tool burrowing to the hilt within her at the apex of each thrust was miraculous. They had been going at it like a pair of wild animals for hours now, and his stomach was just about running empty after expending tons of energy fucking each other. More precisely in Yor’s case, getting fucked into mindbroken ecstasy. The miasma of passion that fell before them only distracted themselves from their hunger, and the food that Yor had prepared, which was her specialty stew, was on the menu. He took a sip of it mid-thrust as if banging and blowing the back out of the married, fraudulent MILF of a mother was the most casual thing to do. She had tons of suitors and men that would’ve been interested in claiming her as their own, only for this man to do it with ease, having already fucked her a preposterous number of times. Back and forth he heaved, thrusting on faster and wilder, wild and unrestrained, cleaving away at her lower half before he spat out the contents of her soup. 


“Pfft! What the hell is this? This is your idea for a soup? Damn, you’re a terrible cook, Yor. I guess the only thing you’re good for is killing and getting pulverized by my dick!” he chuckled, ridiculing her for the worst dish that he’d ever tasted. He would’ve much rather have eaten her honey pot of a pussy instead, laughing as Yor couldn’t even feel disappointed about her shortcomings, the huge big black hog rutting so deep inside of her that she couldn’t feel anything else, the sensation heavenly and coaxing her in, the way that his hips glided forward and pressed up against each doughy curve of her bottom. To condemn her for her inability to accomplish anything apart from being such a breedable harlot, he slapped her wobbling ass as hard as he could, knowing that she’d take it. Yor cried aloud as her hips pushed back into the incredible black cock impaling her, the man that conquered her watching in delight as she started fucking herself with his meatstick, fast quickened strokes that slammed all the way to the base as the vicious spanks rained down upon Yor’s heavenly asscheeks leaving them with bright red. Demonstrating not an ounce of restraint, outstretched hand arced downwards and delivering meaty slaps, barrages of them as the impact was visible on her swaying fatty cheeks. Pounding and spanking away, ramming into Yor like a locomotive picking up speed and maintaining the ridiculous, blistering pace leaving her bosom smushed against the table and her tongue lazily hanging onto the table as they pushed all the plates, cups and utensils out of their way. 


A while later, in the living room…


“I didn’t think I’d ever need a break from obliterating that married pussy of yours, but you really might suck me dry, Yor.” he groaned, leaning his head back and feeling Yor’s skillful tongue massage his flared tip with broad motions. Unable to conceive that the male anatomy could even last this long, remaining stiff for the majority of the day, never once going soft after spending not a second without each other. Bobbing up and down his crotch dutifully with her dangerous titfuck-fellating combo, squeezing his monstrous bucking shaft with her vulgar mammary glands pumping him swiftly like a trouper. Unbothered by the excess streams of precum and ejaculation erupting powerfully from the tip of the cock, splattering all over her head and eyes, all of this mess ensuing when he was resting comfortably, relaxing on the armchairs and watching television while Yor couldn’t hear a word with all of the pale spunk glazing over her facial features, neck, and running a warm runny pool in her cleavage. The sperm-slicked cock clubbing against the front of her slippery tits, smacking directly on her nipples as Yor moaned in approval. The clumps of cum that she dropped landed on her thighs, allowing her to later scoop them up and shove them in her mouth. Attempting to envelope him whole but failing, squeezing her firm breasts with such strength that her fingers left dimples in her skin, the spilling titflesh puffing out in her grasp.


“I’m glad… I just can’t stop drinking this! The taste of your cum, it’s so addicting. It’s so warm, thick, and sticks to my tongue. With Loid… I don’t even want to put it near my mouth. The smell, the taste of your cum and how it makes me feel so full. I can’t get enough of it.” hotly muttered Yor, hearts in her eyes while she twirled her tongue in circles. He could see clearly within her cumstained oral cavern, as usual showing him everything before acting like a good girl and eating it in front of him. It was only natural, but there was something arousing about Yor’s insistence to mention the man that she was married to, comparing him to black cock and reiterating how hopeless it was. It didn’t matter how perfect Loid was to the others, it didn’t matter if he tried his best, Yor would never be satisfied. 


Immediately after…


Yor was placed onto top of the couch, flung over like a piece of meat. Kneeling behind her with his hunk of a body, shaped like a bodybuilder and flexing in his sweat dripping muscles, appearing as if he’d just completed an excruciating workout. Yor was on all fours like a slutty doggy, hands and knees touching the cushion of the couch, perfectly arching her backside that was so accustomed to receiving the backshots that left his hanging nutsack flopping against her skin profusely. That jet-black dick cursed her with an incurable infectious dependence on black cock, grunting like a wild beast while bathing her nagging depths with the hot, dense cream that he purposefully let out in the deepest trenches of her vagina. Yor’s noisy orgasms persisted in their boisterous volume, the sounds of her pussy lips suctioning around him, eyes snapped open with each slippery bump of her pussy twisting around his dark shaft. The momentum continuously picking up with her pussy swollen and pink, the two meaty asscheeks of hers clapping together as her buttcheeks clenched trying to soak up and maintain as much of his copious seed that she could properly retain within that hungry body of hers. It was her duty to ensure that as much of his black seed as possible wouldn’t be wasted, that massive black pouch of his mushing against her lily rear, depositing it within her while holding a firm grasp on her beautiful asscheeks, having paid so much attention to them as of late because he swore that’d it gotten even fatter and firmer than before. 


The couch would scrape against the floor, potentially leaving scratch marks behind as Yor kept her head down like a submissive bitch, fulfilling her purpose of pleasuring his manly cock. 


In the bedroom, in the middle of the night… 


Squirting spray after spray, soaking the newly placed bed sheets with Yor clawing at the blankets and bending her body to the tune of his masterful fingers. It was so unfair how easily he could make Yor cum, hardly needing a minute to extract these vicious responses to pleasure, something that any other man could work as tirelessly as they could and never achieve. Yor was fingered to completion, left to collapse onto the bed as a cumming mess which he ridiculed profusely, admonishing her for the sight of a disloyal housewife who couldn’t cook or clean, but only accept big black cock at unmatchable ability. Conversation was difficult in her current state of mind, most of his words falling deaf upon her ears, when she didn’t respond appropriately he would spank or cockslap her awake, having nearly fallen asleep at least three times by now. The profound satisfaction that months worth of sexual suppression led up to was being released all at once, and Yor couldn’t stop groaning while thrusting her hips in the air, even when his fingers had slipped out of her discharging pussy. He licked his fingers clean of her tangy fluid, grinning to himself as Yor looked to be at the end of her limit. 


“Sorry, snow bunnies like you don’t deserve to get any sleep!” he said, lifting his bull cock and slapping it cleanly over the left side of her face. 


They went on to finish off every night with a hard-hitting, passionate mating press. Ensuring that Yor would fall asleep only with all of that sperm swimming inside of her, as their tongues and lips were always locked together in an intimate kiss. 


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The day after…


Yor had a blurry recollection of the previous night, the only certainty was that she’d delved into universe-shattering pleasure. She didn’t know if she’d slept at all, or how long she’d dozed off for, having woken up with none of the clothes dressing her body, laying on top of the most attractive man in the world. His impeccably solid, rugged frame that she loved laying on, or having lay on top of her. Crushing her insides, completely overwriting her morals and values. Yor was a slave through and through, but she was permitted to act on her own womanly instincts. There was no reason to complain, considering she’d taken the initiative to spoil his virile cock with the intention of slurping on the delectable man juice that stimulated her palette. In the morning before he’d even opened his eyes and awoke from his sleep, which couldn’t have been any better than Yor’s. To thank her master for allowing her to come back to him after trying to foolishly break their relationship, Yor had to be on her best behavior. The cocksucking technique that she perfected all for him, the messy thrusting of her head, producing all of those bubbles of spit that he loved. 


The sublime pleasure that the wonderful warm wetness that her mouth offered was different than the tight, constricting sensation of her pussy. Two of the three holes that Yor surrendered entirely to his whim, she experienced great delight in sucking his member, relishing the taste as she juggled the spit-soaked balls in her orifice with delicate care. Her slick tongue trailed all over the oval-shaped tennis ball sized object in circular motions, the swollen orbs that were still recovering from the excess release were lathered by her glossy lips. His morning wood was already leaking messy, glutinous strands of precum that Yor gobbled up like a famished woman. Yor possessively gripped the hefty base and clubbed it against her upper and bottom lips, moaning all by herself enthusiastically. 


“Hmmmm!~ Mmmmhh! Mmhhmmm!” 


“Oohh, fuck yeah, Yor. You’re already suckin’ that dick first thing in the morning, aren’t you? If you want it so bad bitch, I’ll give it to you! Before even brushing your teeth with toothpaste you’re working like a tireless slut for a mouthful fo cum!” he laughed hysterically, bemused and constantly amazed by how much of a slut that Yor Forger was. The dark beast trapped between her lips, refusing to let it go as he tried to slip it out of her mouth only to lose to her slackened wet lips. Yor drank it like milk when he did end up firing inside of it, showering the black cock with copious affection, kissing and licking it, rubbing it gently on her face like a cat showing its tenderness. 


Shortly after, at the dinner table…


Before breakfast was even prepared, Yor was carried and planted on top of the dinner table. Continuing off from the morning blowjob at the wake of the morning, Yor’s head was dangling back over the edge of it, skullfucked with her tight gullet expanding ludicrously. The sheer spittle and oral secretions that spurted out of her mouth-turned onahole. His fingers rummaging and running through her hair, sometimes caressing her face as he fucked it, enjoying the drooling, watering mouth. Her long stretching tongue rubbing his scrotum, reaching up with her nimble fingers that gripped at his muscular buttocks. In the throes of multiple oxygen-deprived orgasms, Yor’s thighs covered in her own climax. Hammering his hips into Yor’s beautiful face like a man irate, her tongue and lips couldn’t even feel the taste with the magnitude of his humps drawing back and forth, sliding unbelievably fast against her flattened tongue. 


“Shllk! Schllappp! Slrp! Slrp! Suckk! Gllrk! Gllk! Hunnghhh!” 


The disgruntled expressions she was making didn’t convey the undulating ecstasy rampaging through her system, those milky thighs shaking as she clutched at his stone-tough glutes aiding his forward advance into her expanding, black hole of a throat. The slick, succulent resistance plugging him in, turning into a cumdumpster oral pussy that he fucked with all of his might. Yor’s tears weren’t of pain, eyeballs turning bright red from the lack of air traveling through her lungs with her passageways blocked by his girthy organ. Her vision obscured with starry spots filling them, her head swirling as the upside down position that she maintained causing blood to rush to her head, a splashing bath of her drool-dripping maw as the dinner table rocked back and forth. All that she could see was his pubic region and the pure lump of dark muscle, all that she could hear was her own throaty, throatfucked filthy depraved noises and his incessant growls and masculine grunts. The undignified moans cascading through her vocal cords came out muffled and in the form of pleasant vibrations that earned Yor all of that chunky, creamy cum that swam past her lips, into that swan-like neck of hers struggling to properly gulp all of that thick slop down, diligently accepting his seed with a waterfall of white initially exploding out of the seal of her lips. Her eyes were half-lidded after what felt like ages until the ginormous member slowly disconnected from her beaten, cumfilled throat. Without swallowing, gravity would naturally cause it to flow and course into her stomach. 


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It was like a recurring pattern that knew no change. All of the positions that they smashed together in from the day before, Yor was fucked in that same manner and way in the second day, and then some. There was no furniture or room that was off-limits, trying their best not to accidentally break or ruin some of them, an issue that would have to wait for later. The only pauses and short breaks that they would take were for the necessities, to eat food that was ordered via take-out, bathroom breaks, and occasional unplanned naps after exhausting themselves. 


Putting up her best effort to combat his strength and libido, Yor was no match for him, but was the only woman that could withstand this grueling endurance-testing breeding. It was admirable that her mental sanity remained in-tact after only knowing the feeling of engulfing, soul captivating pleasure. However, she’d always end up a mind crumbled cum destroyed mess by the end of it. They ended the second night again with that scintillating mating press, and started the morning again with a wet, sloppy blowjob. These past two days have been heavenly for both slave and master, but their special time together was soon coming to an end. With these looking emotions on the horizon, the two knowing that they wouldn’t be able to replicate this weekend again, the third and final night was the most intense of them all. 


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Sometime during the day, on the night before Loid’s return…


“Aahhngh! Haaahng! Huunggh!” squealed Yor, a sultry look on her eyes, having soared to heaven countless of times already, nearly passing out before returning to full force after experiencing a second wind. Her eyes dewy, moans lurid and traveling through every single room of the apartment. Riding on cloud nine while Yor was shoving her way down the journey of his monumental cock with greed and haste, facing the opposite direction and allowing him a perfect view of her plump pale bootycheeks. The ruckus they were creating while Yor was losing her mind and expressing her devotion to black cock alone, the tar-like sludge was slushing audibly within her scorching hot tunnels. Probing every inch with the tool, her receptive loins brimming with pleasure and a constant stream of electricity on her skin, stuffed to the brim by a real man, there was simply nothing like it. 


“I wonder what Loid would think of you if he ever saw you like this. The real Yor Forger. I can’t believe that he actually fell in love with a bitch like you, never knowing what she’s like deep down, behind that cute little housewife act of yours.” he smirked, loving how no matter what he’d say to Yor, she’d always come back. Her womanhood was glued to his genitals, never wanting to separate, the way that it was extracting her womanly essence was extraordinary. 


“L-Loid?! He would probably be sad that I’m just a black cock loving bitch!... He told me that he loved me, and I was the only woman he ever fell in love for. I thought I felt something, like there was a spark there… I tried, and tried. But no matter what, I need my pussy to be satisfied.” admitted Yor, her Thorn Princess personality taking over, uttering words that she would never dare repeat if she were sober, even if it was the truth. It was unhealthy for her to keep these emotions and thoughts bottled up for any longer, she had to come clean, she needed to announce what she’d really been feeling after all of these months. 


“I see. You’re talking about this married pussy of yours, right? The one that you’re using to ride this black cock you love so much, almost like you’re masturbating using it. You’re talking about that pussy, aren’t you?” he teased, pawing and mauling the pillowy, plush robust dump truck with both hands watching the heavy lubrication secrete from her splitting hole. 


“Yes! Oh god, yes! This black cock loving pussy!” agreed Yor, building upon the friction of her grinding genitals, arms reaching back and holding his hands that so easily wrapped over hers. Yor couldn’t have been more thankful that she was making love to such a superhuman specimen of a man. There wasn’t anyone more manly, anyone more virile. Her coworkers constantly were in her ear about how perfect of a lover that Loid was, and only Yor knew that this wasn’t the case. She didn’t want Loid, her pussy, her soul, her body belonged to someone else, a black man that she could never live without. 


“Who does it belong to?” he asked, harshly grunting as he slapped her wiggling buttocks. Each time Yor’s vulva would finish around him, it served as a reminder that the choice she made was the right one. It was high time that she valued herself, knew her worth, and indulged in the pleasure that a woman needs. After years too long of remaining a virgin, having always possessed the beauty to land herself a boyfriend, and yet never taking upon the action of doing so in order to take care of her own family, her brother, Yor needed to make up for all of those years to reach the pinnacle of sexual satisfaction. 


“You, daddy!~ This married pussy belongs to you! It’s all yours! Take it! F-Fuck me!~ Please fuck me and break my pussy!~” pleaded Yor, her flat stomach and back covered in a sheen of sweat, her ass red from the slapping she’d received, the utterly manly pounding that she desired. Enthralled by the pussy cream and jizz dripping out of her. 


“Ggghhh!” he moaned heartily, pulling her into one of her favorite sex positions once more. A sitting full-nelson that allowed him to lift Yor up and down his jerking black cock like a play toy, brutal thrusts that drew out the most obscene moans from the demure woman that had her whole world disappear. Eyes slamming shut, the wide dickhead connecting with her womb that had been working endlessly trying to absorb every morsel of sticky seed that was fired inside. Yor imagined the look on Loid’s face if he would’ve ever walked in on them, most likely watching in harrowing witness at her bare naked ass being slapped again and again by his pistoning hips. She didn’t want to hurt Loid, but the exhilarating thought of for once in her life dropping the facade and exposing herself as the hussy that she truly was, the Queen of Spade that she’d always been. Dangerously arousing to the point where the pheromones invaded the entirety of her brain. Crunched and folded in half as her perverted fantasies simulated in her head utilizing every ounce of functional brain power left for it. Yor’s full-nelson mating left her feeling as if she was in the middle of an earthquake, limbs flailing and her muscles contracting, her bouncing titties that were unexpectedly firm and large looked so majestic in their sluttiness. 


“That’s right, bitch! This is my pussy! I’ll destroy it if that’s what you want!” he yelled, accelerating his fervent thrusts that dominated her mercilessly. 


“Eek!~ Huunngh! Ohhngh! P-Please, daddy!” begged Yor, whining in sheer erotic bliss. The overpowering ejaculation spewing out of her innards, another mind blowing, concussive creampie that left her drowsy and full of potent, fertile black cum. 


Yor couldn’t even breathe, the monumental force pushing the gooey, syrupy sperm deeper into her swallowing channel. Even after babbling and groaning incoherently, Yor wasn’t given a break and lifted around the entire apartment effortlessly while still being drilled like the cumspilling sow that she is. Yor was being worn like a cocksleeve, her only obligation was to slap their skin together with his meat colliding against her submissive, breedable hole. Releasing and squirting in several spots all around the Forger’s home, the floors had their stains, the walls even worse off when Yor would get bent over by them, or picked up and cumming like a fountain as she was now. The television screen wasn’t even far enough to avoid catching the extended spray of her highly stimulating climax. The chair where her Master sat on smelling of his seminal fluids when she’d suck him off under the table. The desk flimsy and on its last legs after handling a crushing mating press. One of the family paintings knocked over on the counters, neither of them even bothering to pick it up as the glistening stain of mating residue rested on it. She couldn’t even begin to describe it… 


In the center of the living room, Yor stared in absolute awe as the unyielding meatrod rose again, dripping wet in their juices, and stuffed itself inside of her soft asshole. Yor’s been long knocked up, pregnant and broken already. These three days alone destroyed everything that she tried to preserve these past few months. Yor was already his, she was owned by big black cock. Taking and humiliating her in every way possible was merely a formality. This was the true, proper way to use her flexible body. An astounding, curvaceous figure with excellent physical abilities that only the Thorn Princess possessed. Loid was strong but he didn’t stand a chance against him. This unparalleled excitement that she felt from being broken both physically, mentally and sexually. To be used in such an absurd way, instead of fulfilling her purpose in the form of killings or working, Yor was nothing but a cumsock for him. It drove her off the deep end as she stared at their knocked over family portraits, surprisingly most of them even managing to dodge the crossfire of their depraved escapades. The scenes of debauchery, the scent of raw, passionate mating. Her pussy unblocked, it sprays the farthest distance yet across the room, Yor screaming like a banshee with her body bending as those photos and portraits in the way were hosed by the product of her orgasms.


The apartment was a total wreck, ruined from the family-perfect atmosphere that it once adopted. Reeking of their sweat, semen and pussy juice. Furniture displaced, damaged, or destroyed. Her usual pretty, refined appearance was now that of an ahegao’d, cum plastered, heart-eyed face of a dumb sow. Yor was unintelligible half of the day, eyes either retreated towards the back of her skull, crossed or closed halfway. Yor Forger was broken, damaged and would never be the same. There was no returning from the state that she’d fallen into. A rabbit hole was more of an inescapable void. Cumdrunk and addicted to black cock as if it were a drug, Yor had also truly fallen in love. 


“I-I can’t wait to give A-Anya a sibling… T-That way she has someone to play and get along with at home…” giggled Yor in her brain-muddled state. 


They used all the time that they had left until the last remaining second, milking every opportunity that they had in order to act like the lovers that they’ve always wanted to be ever since their first encounter. Yor had almost forgotten what day it was until she was reminded, and while she panicked, they had somehow managed to fix everything up, cleaning and putting the apartment back together before Loid and Anya’s eventual return home. Turns out Yor and her man knew that she would be in no condition to clean up the place on her own, having spent the entire time resting in her own bed, naked and shuddering from the paradisiacal pleasure. Cum-covered and drifting between consciousness and sleep in her wet, tarnished sheets, the team that her Master hired to help clean the place for her ended up picking up the fucked silly broad and left her in an empty bathtub while everything got taken care of. However, not before setting up a tripod to take some commemorative photos of Yor’s sperm stained naked body, that gigantic dark cock hanging over her enchanting ruby red eyes and covering them fully. Another picture taken with her folded in half and completely limp in his full nelson carry. 



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Eventually…


Yor regretfully at first returned to her family like nothing had ever happened, the smiles of Anya, Loid and Bond was truly something that she probably didn’t ever want to abandon. They were all people that she loved as family. Even so, Yor now knows from the bottom of her heart that she’ll forever be the snowbunny property of her black king. At any time or anywhere, Yor would answer to his calls. She wasn’t going to lie to herself anymore. Continuing her life as a forger, she would still maintain her subservience to the man that introduced her to the world of pleasure. He was the only man who could. The unrealistic standard that he set could never be toppled. Even under the roof of her own house, he was welcomed as long as the secret was safe. The pregnancy test that she’d taken revealed that she in fact had his baby developing in her stomach, the inevitable birth of this child was something that Yor would have to worry about later. Her life was too perfect to look ahead and suffer the consequences. Loid would simply have to deal with it. At that point when it came to it, none of this even mattered anymore. Yor belonged to another man, she was his, and he would always be welcome. In terms of the priority list, he was always number one, even when it came to herself. Yor didn’t know it, but Loid did have to keep Operation Strix a success, after all. In the event that her infidelity came to light, there was no way that he could cut things off given the state of his mission, requiring her assistance no matter what. 



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After several days had passed…


Loid, Anya, and Bond returned home from errands. They were out spending some quality father and daughter time together, along with their trusty companion that would keep them company. Yor had managed to sneak in another session of her blackening, at any opportunity that presented itself, Yor would reach out to her “Daddy” and inform him enthusiastically. There was nothing that she looked forward to more than reuniting with her dark chocolate baby daddy. Yor loved the Forger family, that wasn’t the problem. If at all possible, she didn’t want to hurt them, and actually enjoyed spending time together, emulating a life that she unfortunately never had with her parents absent from a young age. Anya managed to catch a read on her mom’s thoughts while she was exchanging texts with her “Master”, but was unable to understand fully considering there was no way for her to know what all of these erotic words meant. Anya did hear a mention of Yor’s inner thoughts about her pregnancy, the one thing that the little telepathic rascal managed to get out of it was that she would eventually have a younger sibling on the way. The news was exciting, but Anya knew that it must be contained, out of fear that her powers would be revealed. 


Impregnated without a shred of doubt, Yor isn’t worried. If Loid did break things off with her, even if her master refused to take care of her, she’ll always find a strong, dominant, black man to mate with. Yor was a confident Queen of Spades, there wasn’t a single man that could turn her down when she changed personalities. Yuri would also probably do anything that she’d asked of him, taking care of her child would probably be an honor for her loyal brother. 


That night in her room, Yor fondly admires the photos that got developed by the camera setup on that final day. She didn’t remember when they’d even started snapping photos of the entire event, Yor couldn’t even see them, all that she remembered was the intoxicating pleasure and the sounds of her own echoing wanton moans. The final day that she got destroyed and her life changed for the better. It was her own personal collection, contrasting the Forger photos for their family display facade. 


The first photo that she held dearly in her hands as if it were her prized possession, Yor was fully nude. Plastered with cum, covering everything from her hair, face, thighs, breasts and down to her stomach. Pendulous tits hanging out, mouth opened, tongue lazily sticking out. Most important of all was his godly black cock that was covering her eyes, laid out like a fine beefy steak. She could still remember it’s smell from looking at the picture alone, allowing her to immerse herself in her heated masturbating sessions. 


The second was of one of her favorite positions, the full nelson carry. Yor loved how she couldn’t even struggle in his grasp, there was no room for movement, not from her own will. She loved dangling in the air like a piece of meat, or sitting comfortably on his lap. In the high-definition detailed image, she had cum dripping out of both holes, that humongous appendage of his still as hard as it’s ever been, loosely dangling between his legs that always managed to have her eyes locked and fixated on it like a metronome. 


Yor couldn’t contain her moan after viewing the third picture, the spectacle of her immoral kiss with that breathtaking, spectacular monster mandigo cock. A closeup view that covered the entire picture, lipstick marks staining all over, including enough space to show his bloated balls that already looked on the verge of cumming. She wished so badly that she could suck on it right now. 


Last of all was by far the most fitting, to simulate a photo taken with a dog, Yor crouched down, her hands up and panting like the bitch in heat that she was. That golden micro bikini that he fancied was the only shred of clothing that she wore. It did nothing to hide her glorious assets, out in plain view. Yor Forger was as responsive, loyal and dutiful as his dog. He could order her around the house to perform whatever task he pleased, and Yor would follow suit immediately in anticipation of her reward for a job well done, none other than his fantastic fuckrod. Yor didn’t mind, as long as it was for her master. 


“Till death do us part…” 






The end…





