Lisa got a "Queen of Spades" Tattoo

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A white boi returns home and discovers his girlfriend has gotten herself a "QoS" tattoo, courtesy of her black lover.

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Lisa went to a tattoo parlour shop yesterday and returned home with a Queen of Spades tramp stamp imprinted above her left breasts.

I returned to the apartment in the evening and she revealed it to me. To say I was astounded when I saw the tattoo was beyond any doubt. I was awed and flabbergasted as I sat on the bed admiring the tattoo after she had relieved herself of her tank top to show me. Our relationship had gone a different route since she started spending more time with Cole, the black man who had now audaciously become a part of our lives without any invite from me, of course. Still, I had acquiesced and opted to indulge in her whim, knowing that her reason for bringing him into the picture was adamant to us being together as a couple.

But this . . . this was beyond anything I could ever have imagined.

Lisa had always abhorred tattoos. It stunned me to think that she would suddenly change her mind into not merely liking it but getting herself one. I knew before even asking who the culprit was that sweet-talked into it.

“Well, of course, Cole was with me,” she snapped after I inquired. “He told me it was high time I got to be his serious bitch.” Her feature then softened and she smiled. “Don’t you like it, Nick? Cole says it makes me look beautiful.”

“Yeah,” I answered dumbly. “If he says so.”

I stared at the tattoo like I was magnetized by it. I’m no complete fool, mind you. I’ve watched hundreds of interracial porn, my favourite being ones involving amateur porn stars who love getting black cocks in their vagina. I knew what the ‘Queen of Spades’ tattoo represented. It just never occurred to me that this would be the new phase Lisa and Cole would be venturing into. However, I’ll be lying to myself if I said that I wasn’t somewhat curious as to what was going to happen henceforth between them.

Cole dropped by later that evening. He and I had somewhat healed our differences, but he never failed to make me feel pathetic whenever he felt the urge; Lisa, too, got a kick out of it.

“What’s up, white boy,” he crackled when I opened the apartment door for him.

“Doing good,” I replied, trying to sound cool, even though I hated it whenever he called me that. But he packed on more muscles and looked like he knew what to do with them. Stepping to him would likely get me an ass-whooping and lose out on Lisa.

“You got Lisa a Spades tattoo.”

“Hell yeah, I did. Don’t she look great with it?”

Lisa came and joined us in the living room wearing a pink negligee; her hair was wet from having gotten out of the shower. She spread her arms and jumped onto Cole who caught her, grasping her ass while taking a mouthful of her lips into his.

“How’s my slut been doing?”

“I’ve missed you all afternoon,” Lisa said. “I already showed Nick my tattoo. He says it looks beautiful on me.”

“He did?” Cole turned to me. “What did you think of it, white boy?”

“Like I told Lisa, it looked pretty on her. Just surprised she never told me about it.”

“Wouldn’t be a surprise if she did, now would it. Don’t worry, it’ll wash off in three days. But she’ll be getting the real one later this week; I just wanted her to get used to it. Also, want my boys to see it on her.”

“You’re taking me out to see some of your friends?” Lisa asked.

“Oh yeah. But first, how about giving me some sugar.” I watched him caress Lisa’s cheek. He inserted his thumb between her lips and she sucked it. “Yeah, I sure could use your mouth on me.”

Lisa helped him out of his jacket and he sat down on the sofa beside me. She fell to her knees and yanked at his belt buckle while he unbuttoned his shirt. Within seconds she had his cock in her hand and the tip of his penis buried in her mouth. Cole shoved her head downward. His feet stretched beside her arms. He swept her hair off her face, murmuring enticing words as she went on sucking his cock.

Nothing I could do except sit there and watch.

She stopped to help he slip out of his shoes then took his hand and helped him to his feet. Cole shoved his jeans and pair of briefs down his thighs and kicked them off his ankles. He discarded his shirt on the sofa and went with Lisa towards the bedroom. I picked up his clothes and folded them on the sofa, wanting to give them enough time to settle with each other, before going to join them.

Lisa rested on her elbows with her face hanging backward while Cole had his arms wrapped around her thighs with his face buried between her thighs. She rubbed her feet against his arms and the back of his shoulders, moaning from the pleasure he was giving her. I clearly heard his lips smacking on her pussy. The ‘Queen of Spades’ tattoo reflected light off her sweaty torso. She looked like a gorgeous angel.

Cole came up for air, and Lisa grabbed him by his shoulders and pulled him forward towards her.

She kissed him passionately.

His cock rubbed against her crotch.

It slipped inside of her and she uttered a throaty gasp.

I sat on a chair across the room and watched them fuck. Cole pushed her to fall on her back and leaned over her. I watched his balls slap against the underside of her butt as he slid deep into her. Lisa tensed. She hugged him tight; scratched her fingers across his backside. Her face was a raw twist of agony and lust. Yet she felt no pain; all she felt was love for her new man.

Cole upped his tempo and I watched his butt rise and rise, rise and fall non-stop. Lisa’s whimpers went almost in synch with his cock fucking her; it went in sync with the bed groaning from the pressure of their weight. He went on fucking her harder like he always did. Eventually he rolled over on his back and Lisa straddled him and I watched her round butt rise and fall on his cock, taking inch after inch of his shaft, whimpering like crazy while she did.

She leaned forward and he grasped her ass cheeks and tore into her pussy like he wanted to rip her apart. Lisa groaned in response. I listened to her scream his name, yell at him to please not stop . . . on and on, he went on pounding into her until he then stopped and groaned along with her. She tensed against him and I saw semen leak out of her cunt like an oil spill. It leaked all the way to his balls and downward between his legs. I groaned at the sight of that – I was going to have to change the sheets once they got done.

I left them cuddling on the bed and went into the kitchen to make dinner. I made them each a bowl of chicken noodles and when I returned to the room, they had disappeared into the bathroom. I used the time to quickly change the sheets before they returned. They came out dripping water; Lisa ran the towel over Cole’s backside before applying it on herself. They sat down and drank the soup. Cole talked about his friends and how eager they were about wanting to meet Lisa.

They finished their meal then Cole demanded for his clothes. I went and brought them from the living room and he wore them while Lisa wore a pair of tight shorts and a sleeveless blouse.

“You coming, white boy?”

I looked at him and was speechless. Cole and Lisa went out often without bothering about inviting me along. As much as it hurt not being taken along, I tried to keep a straight face and sometimes told them I wasn’t interested at all – I had much work to do the next day and needed an early sleep. This was one of few times Cole asked nicely if I would mind coming, and I wasn’t going to say no. I changed my shirt and when Lisa felt ready, I switched off the lights and we went out into the night.
 
That's such a hot story!!

I've got a mate, who's done something similar but with a neighbour, his wife fucked the guy every night afger the ******* went to bed
 
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