The Black Wedding

"You're the best!" Zack moaned out, driving his cock in an out of her, the pleasure driving him crazy. "You're the best I've ever had! You're a better woman than Mandy in every fucking way! You're hotter! You're older! You're such a better fuck! God damn, you're incredible! My wife is nothing compared you to you!"

"YESSS!" Vanessa grunted out, her ass spasming around his throbbing meat. "That girl ain't nothing! I'm fucking destroying her life! YES! Thanks to you, I'm fucking ruining her! YES! And what do you do? You fuck my ass harder! You make my ass cum! YES!"

Zack's hips were a blur as he redoubled his efforts, fucking the older woman's tight orifice as hard as he could. He was in a pure, animalistic state, a mindless fuck machine, pleasuring the older woman's ass in the way it deserved. Vanessa was in bliss as Zack hit spots she hadn't had scratched in years. She was gonna fucking explode!

"Holy shit, baby! I'm gonna fucking cum! White boy's gonna make my fucking asshole cum! Fuck! I'm gonna cum! Yes! Yes! YES! YES! UUGGGGGHHHHHHHH! YYYYEEEEEESSSSS!" Vanessa screamed out, an orgasm slamming her hot black body as the white husband's unrelenting fucking made her explode in an incredible orgasm. Her body jerked and spasmed, and her ass tightened around the pulsing, concrete shaft as the orgasm rocked her brains out.

"UUHHHNNNNN! FUCCCKKKK! YEEEAAAAAHHHH!" Vanessa grunted, the orgasm ravaging her. Zack was still holding out, driving his throbbing shaft into her shuddering ass while his hands kept roughly squeezing the older woman's big, black tits. Her rhythmic, squeezing ass was taking him close to the edge, and he couldn't contain himself.

"I'm getting close!" Zack warned, pumping his fat cock roughly, his balls boiling. Vanessa's body settled down from her rough orgasm and she stayed in position, providing a willing, ready fuck-hole for the married man.

"Do it, baby!" she sighed. "Give me that cum, you married fucker! Give it to me!"

"Oh God, oh God! Jesus! Yes! YES! OH FUCK!" Zack grunted. "Here it comes!" he cried out. He surprised the older woman by pulling back, sliding his throbbing cock out of her now gaping asshole. "Get up!" Zack grunted, his cock ready to blow as he got to his feet on the bed, gripping his cock to prevent the cum from exploding from it. Vanessa, ever ready, followed him, kneeling in front of him, holding out her tits as she opened her mouth. Zack released his grip on himself, and seeing the older black woman in this position in front of him was enough to take him over the edge.

"Uhhhh! FUCK! YES!" Zack grunted out as the first thick band of cum exploded from his cock, firing through the air before landing on her model-like face.

"Oh my God!" Vanessa moaned, taking the hot cum happily. "Keep it coming, baby!" Jet after jet of cum followed, coating her luscious black features with his thick, creamy seed. Thick lines of cum marked her face and dripped down in thick bands down to her massive rack, followed by a few thick shots directly from the source, landing on her mammoth black breasts.

"UGGGHHHHH YES!" Zack groaned as more thick cum exploded from his swollen nuts, forcing one of her eyes closed due to the sheer density of his seed. She leaned forward, her plump lips sliding over the head of his exploding cock, just in time for a few more thick bands of creamy cum to fire directly into her hungry mouth. His thick cum coated her tongue as his seed filled her mouth. God, white-boy cum was so fucking good! She gulped down his seed like a thirsty whore, holding his stare with her cold, arrogant gaze, her tongue coaxing the remainder of his seed from his swollen balls.

Finally, panting, Zack stepped back, pulling his cock from her hungry mouth, a stray drop of cum leaking from the corner of her mouth. She was a mess, the smooth black skin of her face and tits covered by a load of his thick married cum. It was one of the biggest loads of his life, and as he came down from his high, he was forced to fall to one knee while he recovered. He slid down onto his back, gasping for breath as he recovered. Vanessa sat next to him on the bed, sliding the cum on her face down to her hungry mouth with her fingers, keeping one eye on the married man.

After this long day, Zack was pretty much ready to pass out and call it a day. He breathed deep as his cock finally began to soften. The day was over. He had been married for less than a day, and he had already cheated. It was too crazy to think about, and he would deal with the consequences in the morning. But that would come later. He closed his eyes, ready for some rest.

Then a few crisp knocks came from the door.

Zack's eyes jerked open and he looked to the older woman with surprise and concern. Glancing at the door knowingly, she looked back at the married man with a smug smirk.

"You're not finished yet, are you?" she asked. Zack's eyes widened, his cock began to reverse course, and an unrecognizable grin crossed his lips. A bolt of pure lust went down his spine as he realized that he had just given this woman his best, the kind of sex that had made all those other girls a blissed-out cum-covered mess. But Vanessa... she had taken his best and asked for more. She had taken the type of rough, forceful sex this young man was capable of providing when he fully unleashed his inner beast. She had met every furious thrust as he slammed his thick dick up her tight ass, her body slamming into his, without the least bit of reluctance or shame. She had taken his thick white cock like a complete whore, giving him the type of rough sex he truly needed.

Zack now fully realized that this woman was on a far higher level than all those girls he had been with before. This was a real woman. An older woman. A black woman. A woman truly built to fuck. She wasn't the type of woman who would settle for a five minute roll in the hay. There would never be enough sex for a woman like Vanessa. She could never be out fucked. Zack looked at her seated next to him, looking like a puma about to pounce. Zack had given her his best, nearly wearing himself out in the process, and she was still ready for more.

She was perfect.

Zack had never been as attracted to a woman as he was right then. It didn't matter that she was almost twenty years older than him. It didn't matter that she was black. It didn't matter that she was his wife's boss, and that this was his wedding night. She was the sexiest creature he had ever laid eyes on, and after doing what he just did with her, there was really nothing stopping him from doing it with her again. And again. Getting naughtier and filthier. Doing things he had only dreamed of doing, things he could never do with his wife. It didn't matter that he could never truly out fuck this older black woman, and continuing this affair would only lead to proving her superiority again and again and again. Even if he kept giving her his best, giving her his cock in repeated, nasty, marathon fuck sessions, knowing it would always end with him the one being conquered... the subjugation would be worth it, because the journey would be absolute bliss.

His cock pulsing once more, he gave the older black woman a wolfish smile.

Zack's night of debauchery was just getting started.

**************

(Eight Hours Later)

A door clicking shut resonated through the quiet hotel room, and the sudden, sharp noise echoed into the bathroom. And due to this noise, after a long, tumultuous night, Mandy's heavy eyelids finally opened. The entire night was a blur to her. Despite her drunken state, she had been semi-aware of things, but it felt like a dream, and the details were hazy as she found herself unable to recall any specifics.

Disoriented completely, she peeled her cheek from the cold tile of what appeared to be the floor of a bathroom. Her head was dizzy as she lifted herself into a seated position. She looked around, trying to figure out where the hell she was.

It was as she glanced around the bathroom that she realized two things. One: She was still wearing her wedding dress. She didn't know how she could have ended up asleep in a bathroom in her wedding night. Whatever she had drunk the night before was fucking strong. The last thing she remembered from the night before was the wedding reception. Everything after that was a blur.

The other thing she realized was that she was not alone. The fancy, standing shower was occupied, and Mandy could only see a dark figure through the steamy, frosted glass as the water cascaded down. Obviously, it was Zack in the shower, but with how she ended the night, she had no doubt that he was in an equally rough state.

Supporting herself against the wall, Mandy was able to rise to her two feet. This movement caused her head to scream with the pain of a nasty hangover. As she steadied herself, she noticed the terrible taste in her mouth, and moved to fill a cup with water from the sink and gulp it down. As she did she looked at herself in the mirror. She looked rough. Her hair was a mess, her makeup was a disaster, and her eyes were sunken and swollen. Plus, her dress was a complete, crumpled mess.

Her bearings began to clear as she rehydrated. She realized that this was probably her wedding suite. She didn't remember coming here at all, but it was really the only possible explanation. If that was the case, all her stuff was here, and judging by her appearance, she definitely didn't want Zack to see her in this state. She moved towards the door, opening it and stepping out, looking to both locate a change of clothes, as well as judge her surroundings for the first time.

Clad in her wedding dress, the hungover bride stepped out into the hall and made her way towards the large main room of the suite. The room itself looked incredible, with marble floors, a fully stocked bar, fancy decorations, and an amazing view of the city. But it had been diminished slightly by what appeared to be a very rowdy night. There were empty bottles on the bar, furniture pushed all over the place, clothes strewn all over. But her eyes only took in these things for a moment before they landed on the bed.

On top of the large, expensive looking bed was a man, limbs splayed out, on his back. And he was completely naked. Mandy moved closer, unsure. The man looked like he had just passed out, and the position he was in made it seem that way. He didn't look comfortable. His head wasn't resting on a pillow, and one of his legs was falling over the edge of the bed, resting on the floor. He was completely unconscious, and the slow rhythm of his rising belly was his only sign of movement. As she got closer and saw his face, she confirmed it was her husband Zack, but Zack had never looked like this. She had never seen him passed out like this. He was unrecognizable. Whatever they drank the night before must have been really strong.

As Mandy got closer, she noticed a few more things. Obviously, since he was naked, his penis was exposed to her, resting on his flat stomach. It looked like it had had a busy night, as it was slightly red. His thighs and lower torso were a matching red, and his belly had smears and streaks of a mystery fluid. She almost slipped and fell on some of the same mystery fluid, but she had caught herself. Looking at her husband, she couldn't help but notice his manly pecs had some slight scratches, and there were some deeper ones on his neck and shoulders.

What the fuck did they do last night? It didn't feel like she had sex last night, but Zack very clearly did? How was this possible?

Then the shower turned off, causing Mandy to finally put the pieces together, and realize that the person in the shower wasn't her husband. She didn't know who it was. A sense of dread filled the young wife as she heard movement in the bathroom. Finally, the mystery person, the person who was for some reason showering in her wedding suite, pulled open the door. A mist cascaded out of the steamy bathroom, before a figure appeared, stepping out proudly from the bathroom. Although the steam obscured the person for a moment. A few things became clear.

She was a woman.

She was naked.

And she was black.

Mandy put together the pieces in her head just as the steam cleared, so when Vanessa's identity was revealed, she was only slightly less stunned. Mandy's eyes were as wide as possible as she took in the sight in front of her. Vanessa was completely naked standing in front of her, and she was coated in water, as beads of moisture cascaded down her naked body, dripping onto the floor. Clearly, she had literally just stepped out of the shower. For the first time, the young wife was seeing her mature black boss in the buff, and despite the strangeness of the moment, Mandy couldn't help but be awed. Vanessa's black breasts were absolutely enormous, and their immense size, and seeing how perky those huge tits were sent a wave of jealousy through her. Her slippery black skin was smooth and luscious and absolutely fucking perfect and sexy. She was also impressively fit for a woman her age, and the curves she did add only added to her appeal. Vanessa had no shame as she let her subordinate see everything, including her completely shaved cunt. Vanessa was establishing her superiority over the young wife, showing that even though Mandy had the advantage of youth, Vanessa had advantages literally everywhere else.

"Hey, honey! You're finally awake!" Vanessa said with a bright smile, pulling on a slim, silky gold robe, and despite the fact that she was still sopping wet, that didn't stop her from draping it over her shoulders. She left the front of the robe open, proudly showing off naked pussy and her massive, bulging breasts, which literally burst out from beneath her garment, ensuring that her hot black body would be gleefully exposed to the young white wife.

"What's going on?" Mandy croaked out, the back of her legs hitting against a chair behind her. "Why are you naked?"

"I think you know why," Vanessa purred, her plump lips curled into a coy smile. Circling around a loveseat, still dripping water, Vanessa sat down, crossing her legs and resting her arms on the armrests, looking like a queen on her throne.

Despite everything she knew about Zack and Vanessa, there was only one possible conclusion she could come to. And it couldn't be true. It couldn't.

"Did you...?" Mandy asked, her eyes welling with tears.

"I had sex with your husband last night," Vanessa boasted proudly, smiling at the young wife. Her worst fears confirmed, Mandy fell to a seated position on the chair behind her as she burst into tears. She brought her hands to her face and began to sob. Despite the fact she had just spent the evening romping in the marital suite with her secretary's new husband, her heart went out to the sobbing young bride. "Oh, honey, don't cry..." she said, reaching out to rub her knee. Mandy reacted immediately, slapping her boss's hand away.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Mandy lashed out rightly. "You fucked my husband!" The sympathy faded from the older black woman's face as she sat back in her chair again.

"Oh, child... when you got tanked at your own reception in front of your new hubby, leaving him high and dry... let's just say, there was only one way last night was ending. That boy..." Vanessa said, nodding at the unconscious Zack. "That boy was getting fucked last night, whether it was from you or someone else. And luckily, it ended up being me. You simply played your way out of contention with the way you behaved last night. And hon, you really blew it, cause that boy can fuck. He had me screaming all night like a fucking slut. And I fear that after the things I did to him last night, he might have already forgotten all about his little, young white wife. He's tasted chocolate, baby, and he liked the flavor."

"Fuck you!" Mandy lashed out through her tears. "How could you do this?"

"Honey, you..." Vanessa began.

"Stop calling me honey!" Mandy screamed out. "I'm not 'honey', I'm not 'child', or 'baby',"

"Fine," Vanessa said her tone changing. "You want to be treated like an adult? Well, this here is adult shit! There are no fucking fairy tales in this life, you stupid little bitch," she said firmly, catching the young woman off guard. "It is survival of the fittest. I've been playing this game for a long time, and I know the score. The people that get ahead are the people who can fuck, in all senses of the word. And bitch, I know how to fuck! Me and your husband have that in common. As soon as we met, the sexual tension was thick. This was always gonna end with me and him having sex. The only question was when, and because of you, your wedding night was the night." As she sat in the loveseat, the water on her hot body was soaking into the material of the loveseat, but the older woman didn't care. She was perfectly comfortable, evidenced by her elevated foot bouncing side-to-side lazily.

"What are you talking about?" Mandy shrieked. Vanessa seemed puzzled for a moment, studying the young girl.

"I don't understand why you're so upset," Vanessa began. "I did you a favor. If your husband is willing to cheat on you on your wedding night with your own boss, there's not a chance this little marriage of yours would have lasted. Right? Even if I didn't come along, some other little slut would have shook her hot ass and her big tits in his face and got the job done. Face it, honey... you two were never a good match. I knew it from the start, but I didn't say anything. Mandy... to put it bluntly, that boy is way out of your league. He's so far above your league, he's made his way into mine. I simply saved you a few wasted years of fake marital bliss."

Despite Mandy's anger, Vanessa's words did hit home, hitting at some of the young woman's insecurities. She hated to admit that the older woman might be right.

"I know it stings that your husband hooked up with your boss. I mean, I'm almost double your age, I was your maid of honor, and I'm black. You certainly didn't see it coming, I get it. I know it stings that a woman who barely knows your husband, a woman who barely knows him, has had better sex with him than you ever could. I know it stings that, on your wedding night, he decided he'd rather have sex with me instead, and not you. He decided that he should treat me to a dozen orgasms, while you were passed out in the next room like a damn fool. I know it hurts that your soul-mate fucked another woman and filled her up with cum, and yes, dear, your husband fucked me bareback, and he filled my tight cunt with his thick fucking sperm. And hon, it was divine! That fucking cock was like a fucking geyser of cum, my goodness! I think he was saving all of that for you, dear, but in the end, well... he decided to give it all to me. Well... not quite all of it," she said with a smirk Mandy's jaw was quivering as she tried to stay in control of her emotions, but it was a struggle. As she saw her subordinate in such a fragile state, despite knowing it was herself who made her this way, she decided to give the young woman some sage wisdom.

"Mandy... I've been married four times." Vanessa began with a warm smile. "I know you think this is the end of the world, but believe me when I say that these things make you stronger. He's just a guy. Sure, he's a devilishly sexy guy who is deliciously fuckable. And yes, it will hurt knowing you had that hunk of man all to yourself and let him slip through your fingers. But like I said, to you, he's just a guy."

"If he's 'just a guy', then why did you do this? Why did you... why did you have sex with him?" Mandy asked, seeking answers but struggling to say the words.

"Honey, guys like him will always be temporary for girls like you. You might be pissed at him, and you probably see him as a cheating asshole, but don't get me wrong, he's not 'just a guy' for me. That white boy is too delicious to let pass by, and I intend to keep him. You don't have a chance with a top-tier stud like him, only women like me do. At the end of the day, you just need to move on and not think about how close you came to a perfect life, because it will only hurt you. And while you're doing that, I'll be riding his fat white cock and having his babies, having the life you could have had with your soul-mate." Vanessa said with a smug smile, her hard nipples throbbing.