Dianna’s Awakening Chapter Seven - Sex Stories

Dianna’s Awakening Chapter Seven

... there any men who just want to watch their wives getting fucked by other men, or women?” he asked.

“I’m sure there are, the website caters to people who enjoy swinging, but I’ve seen profiles of people who enjoy other things,” I said.

Paul continued lightly rubbing my back as he said, “I think I’d like to watch you fucking a black man.”

“You naughty boy,” I said while wiggling my ass on his lap.

His free hand moved up to my chest to lightly fondle one tit, causing me to moan.

“You did threaten to cuck me with a big black cock earlier,” he remarked.

“Yes, but I never thought you’d want it to happen,” I answered.

“When you said it, the idea turned my stomach, but after watching Steve fuck you, I think it would be cool to see you take a huge black guy,” Paul

admitted.

Our conversation was getting me hot, and I felt the moisture level in my pussy grow. “And what if the black bull wants you to suck his cock?”

“No way, Dianna, I’m not gay,” Paul reiterated.

I felt his cock stir and rocked my hips to see what happened.

I wanted to see how far Paul was willing to go so I asked, “Would you be okay with licking his thick sauce from my cunt?”

He grinned and replied, “Yeah I could do that.”

“Geez, Paul, what brought this change on?” I asked.

“You can thank Steve for that hun. When he showed up tonight and gave you what you wanted, it was a huge turn on for me,” he said.

“You know it was his cock that I was sucking on my phone,” I ...

... confirmed.

Paul giggled then said, “I figured that out tonight.”

My cunt was now leaking onto his loins, and I could feel his cock stiffen. I wanted him, for the first in weeks I wanted his cock inside me.

Twisting on his lap I positioned my dripping cunt above his rock-hard cock. “Fuck me, Paul,” I pleaded.

He reached between our loins and rubbed his cock through my wet labia, then lifted his hips sinking his hard cock into me.

It wasn’t a strange feeling, hell, Paul’s cock is the one I’m most familiar with. Did it feel anything close to what I’ve experienced recently, no, but it was still pleasant.

“How is it that your cunt is so tight, after having all those big cocks stuffed inside?” Paul asked.

I replied, “Flexibility I suppose. It molds to the shape of whatever’s inside.”

Paul pulled my mouth to his and we kissed passionately, while I ground my sensitive clit against his pubic bone.

“You’re going to make me cum, Dianna,” he said when we broke our kiss.

“In my mouth, I want it in my mouth,” I said.

“Now baby, take my cum load,” he exclaimed.

I slid off his lap and closed my lips around his cock just as it exploded. He spewed an enormous amount of thick creamy cum, nearly filling my mouth.

“Fuckin’ a Dianna, I love blowing my load in your mouth,” he exclaimed as his flow subsided.

Our history was for me to swish his load around my mouth and then let it slither down my throat. But tonight I slipped back into his lap and proudly showed him ...