I submitted to her Bull - Sex Stories

I submitted to her Bull

... liked having him around? Was he her lover?" I pulled his pajamas down, straddled his waist and let myself down on him smoothly, all the way. I was hot and wet. "Try to hold on, Ted. If you can't you are going to be eating cream pie when I sit firmly on your face." he didn't move. One thrust might have done for him. I smiled at him and ground down on him gently. I pulled my nightly off my shoulders to bare my breasts. I lent forward on my hands and dangled my heavy, beautiful tits in his face. "He's not going to stop his flirting and groping, you know. I bet he gets more adventurous, ruder, more demanding... he'll definitely want more... what are we going to do... if he wants to go further... wants to fuck me, you know....and... I'm fascinated... I've never seen one so big, in the flesh... how would you like your lovely wife... beautiful trophy wife... to fuck a man like him... he is nasty you know, monstrous... but... with a cock like that, any woman just becomes a hungry slut..." I kept talking, babbling in lust over our house guest huge dick. All this came out in a stream of broken sentences. Sometimes I groaned or sighed and at times I could barely make out what I was saying. I got more and more excited as my grinding down harder and quicker, building up to her orgasm. He stayed with me, concentrating on holding back from ejaculating, my nails digging into my palms as I clenched my fists tight. I looked him in the eyes and asked the naughty question. "Or maybe you want ...

... him..do you? I bet he'll let you suck it... I bet if you summit and put your little ass in the air for him he'd fuck you till you screamed like a little bitch..." at that time we both came hard then, grunting and panting, he was shocked by what I had said, at my dirty language. I looked down at him, eyes glazed with lust. "Ted, my little Timmy... Do you like that idea? Is that what you want? Do you want Jacks monster cock?" I stroked at his face gently for a few seconds and then climbed off. I stood up on the bed and turned round. I lowered my ass slowly onto his face, settling the rosebud of my arsehole onto his nose and my flooded, swampy cunt onto his mouth. My husband woke on Saturday morning with a feeling of dread and excitement. he knew last night's events would have consequences, repercussions. he lay with his back to me most likely thinking about what had happened, how turned on we had been, how forward... how slutty I had been. Our sex life was not usually like this. Last night he came, explosively, just as I suggested that he should suck Jack's big donkey cock, that he would scream "like a little bitch" if Jack fucked him. I had sat on his face and reached an orgasm as he licked his seamen from inside me. As we fell asl**p, his face was slimy with our juices. All this felt deviant, dirty, wildly exciting. Last night I had become radiant and f***eful -- more beautiful and sexy that ever, and my husband loved it. I planed to get up for groceries we had run short and ...