My watch buzzed, indicating a text message. I could just barely make it out, my vision blurry. It was from my husband, asking where I was, that the recital was starting in ten minutes.

Oh no! The recital! How could I have forgotten! If I missed it I could never make it up to my daughter.

But here I was, across the city, in a run down apartment building, on all fours, two large black men on either end of me, one with his cock thrusting in and out of my mouth, the other thrusting in and out of my pussy.

Their pants were in the floor, guns laying beside, reminding me how dangerous they were.

We were on a filthy mattress in the living room. In the surrounding rooms were other addicts, and other gang members. Some were watching, some didn’t care.

I was a suburban mother who looked wholly out of place, not just in my position but in this location.

But I wasn’t here by force…not physical force, even if they were rough with me. No, I was here because of my craving, my need…my desire…I wouldn’t be going to the recital…

It all started a year ago, with a car accident. My doctor had prescribed me pain meds, but when those ran out I still didn’t feel well. So I sought out alternatives, and when I couldn’t pay anymore without my husband noticing I had to learn to barter with alternatives.

I hope you enjoyed this dark scenario. I’d love to play it out with you. I want to develop my character further with you.

My kinks are non and dub con, interracial, gang bangs, cheating, clothing control, spitting, slapping, choking, rough and degrading sex, blackmail, and so much more

My limits are underage, scat, blood and incest

I only play in PM’s, no chats