The Black Bull, The Hotwife and Cuckold Part III

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The Black Bull, The Hotwife and Cuckold Part IIISo it’s been 6 years since I’ve given an update on me and Sarah. Sarah had been sold to a d**g lord named TJ by my wife’s bull James to help us out financially and Sarah ended up being put on the street to earn money by selling sex. By the time I found out she was gone. She was turning tricks on the street and was hooked on d**gs. It was only supposed to last 3 months and then I’d get her back but I was so naive I guess. She ended up being sold off to someone else in another city. I totally lost track of her until about 4 years later I got a phone call one day from a rehab clinic in Chicago. She got busted holding meth and had served 6 months and was then released to do the rehab and parole. She said it was her, Sarah, and I couldn’t believe it. I was flooded with emotions. Guilty that I’d been so gullible with James and TJ but joyful that she was alive. Sarah went on to explain that she was now sober and didn’t really know who to reach out to except me. She actually asked me to forgive her because she blamed herself for getting involved with James. She wanted to come back to me and of course I wanted her back too. Legally we were still married and in order for her to be released she needed a place to live and of course I told her yes I’d take her back. Getting her out of Chicago was a great idea. Good to get her away from her past where she’d hit rock bottom. I met her at the rehab clinic and drove her back to my new home. We had so much to get caught up on and start our life together again. It was going to be weird but we’ll work through it as we go. In the 4 years since losing her I’d got back on my feet. I had a good job again and I was now working as a bartender at a very nice club downtown. James seemingly forgot about me which was fine. My life was normalizing except that I missed Sarah and all the crazy shit we’d done. We reminisced a bit about what happened and despite how degrading her life had become basically becoming a d**g addicted sex slave she said still enjoyed sex. Despite bahis firmaları how active she’d been and all she’d done she did not get any STDs. She had quite the story to tell and I just listened in amazement. TJ had sold her to a pimp in Chicago named Raymond. Raymond had her doing everything he could to earn money for him. She do nude dancing at strip clubs. He’d split whatever she’d earn with the club owner. Before dropping her off she’d smoke some weed or do some coke or take some oxy. My girl was a fiend and they only way she’d feed the habit was by fucking and sucking on demand. She’d do a lot of private lap dances that usually would come with a complimentary blowjob for the client. If the guy was really horny they’d go to a special room to fuck. She said that nightly she’d get fucked by each of the club bouncers and she was known as the girl that would take it rough in any hole. She didn’t object though because it was the bouncers that would protect her from undercover cops and they’d also keep giving her d**gs keeping her high at work.Raymond would pick her up after the club closed and he’d then have other clients waiting for her that he’d arraigned from online escort ads. He’d get her a room at a motel and she’d turn tricks until morning. When On nights that she couldn’t work at the strip clubs she’d stroll on the street pedaling her ass. She said Raymond would sometimes beat her if she didn’t earn enough or if he thought she was holding out on him but the whole thing just became a blur after awhile to the point she hardly knew what day it was.One night she got a night off and she just decided to hang out at the crib and get some much needed sleep. She woke up at about 2am when Raymond came home. He brought along company and they were wanting to party. It was another pimp named Jesse and a tiny beautiful young Mexican t-girl named Linda. Jesse had an 8ball and he got his works out. It was the 1st time she’d ever done horse. 1st of many however. The men had decided they’d swap hoes for the night. Raymond pushed Linda down on kaçak iddaa her belly, lubed up his cock and proceeded to bury it deep inside the shemale’s shitter. Jesse grabbed Sarah off the bed and ordered her to kneel on the floor. Raymond told Jesse how much she loved rimming ass so Raymond spun around and grabbed her head from behind and pushed her mouth onto his asshole. She said he used her like a role of toilet paper cleaning his dirty bunghole with her tongue. It was at this point she nodded off from the H. When she woke up she said she was in the back of a Caddy that Jesse was driving and sitting next to him was Linda who looked completely freaked out. Sarah just sort of slurred out asking what had happened and where was Raymond and Jesse just told her to shut the fuck up and that she was his bitch now. She learned later from Linda that Jesse had stabbed Raymond and proceeded to rob the crib. Since Sarah was now up for grabs Jesse stole her too. Jesse was worse to Sarah than Raymond had ever been. He didn’t have any connections with strip clubs and didn’t do any online ads. He was old school. He put her on the street like she’d been doing what’d she was doing when I saw her that night while delivering pizzas. She was strolling the street and getting into cars. It was a buyers market and most times she was sucking dick for $10 if the john wore a rubber or $20 uncovered. Swallowing cum was actually a big part of her diet. Jesse would only share the herein if she earned enough. Jesse never spent any money keeping the girls in nice cloths and even enough food. Sarah was a mess. She’d lost a lot of weight and had to have an abortion from getting pregnant, no clue who the father was. Sarah said she usually had a black eye and bruises. One night she’d had enough of the abuse and talked back to Jesse to which he just opened the car door and pushed her out and drove off.She was now on her own. She thought about calling me but figured there was no way I’d take her back. My hotwife was now a d**g addicted street whore. She found a way to kaçak bahis feed her habit though. There was a run down apartment on the Southside managed by a Jamaican man named Trenton. It was basically a crackhouse. The upstairs was nothing but beds where junkies would go to get high and nod off. She’d talk someone into letting her take a hit of anything if she in turn sucked theirs dick or even just jacked them off. It was survival mode and she’d lost all of her dignity. One night Sarah was in the lobby of the apartment building standing by the vending machines and she was high and was so hungry she told a teenage black guy she’d suck him off right there if he’d just buy her a Pepsi and a Snickers. She got down on the bare floor and proceeded to suck the young guy off and he came in her mouth. Standing next to him was his buddy already with his dick out ready to go. He came all over her hair but she could care less. There was five others plus Trenton the manager all in a circle getting dome from Sarah the crazy white bitch. Someone asked if she was thirsty and gave her a drink. She started to really lose it. The drink was spiked with something, probably a couple oxy. She tried to crawl up the stairs but the gang of black teenagers she’d blown in the lobby now wanted more and they stripped her out of her pants right there and began spitroasting her. As soon as one would cum down her throat or in her face someone would jam another cock in her mouth. On the other end they mostly went after her asshole because it was still a bit tighter than her pussy. She lost track of how many had fucked her. She’d crawl up the stairs a little bit more and it’d start all over again. Finally she made it upstairs to a cum stained mattress and passed out completely. She never did get that soda and the candy bar. She was awakened by a policeman in full body armor. The apartment was being raided. She was patted down and low and behold there was teenth of meth in her shirt pocket. Sarah didn’t even care. She’d hit rock bottom. Seven months later I got her call. She was mine again and I’d do whatever I could to keep her clean and sober. After what all she’d been through I still loved her and I was angrier than ever at James for getting us into the whole mess. Revenge would be mine.

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