Black Bull 08: First Date - Sex Stories

Black Bull 08: First Date

... hole, making her cry out again, face still on his shoulder, mouth still full of shirt. This was proving to be money well spent...

I sat down, directly behind him, looking at Claire's face, her forehead scrunched up, seeing the love of my life being rocked backwards and forwards, finger-fucked by the man.

Her eyes suddenly sprang open as Samuel clearly leaned in some more, hitting some deeper spot, some deep part of her pussy that shocked her back to life.

Her eyes met mine; I nearly came right there, not even touching my dick, seeing the look of utter pleasure and, even hotter, *submission* written across her face. She was just holding him, giving herself to him, giving her tight little married pussy to this big black bull.

Samuel moved his mouth next to Claire's left ear, gently whispering, "Why don't you tell your husband what I'm doing to you Claire?"

I heard another fucking sexy wet sound as he obviously fed another finger inside of my wife.

She dug her nails into his back, harder, staring at me.

"Ah, God! Baby, he's filling me up, he's stretching my little pussy with his big fingers! *Fuck*, he's so *deep*!"

She'd never looked sexier, more *alive* than she did right then, looking into my eyes.

"Aaah, *fuck*!"

I watched in dumbstruck awe as Claire's eyes rolled back into her head, a sudden sharp jerk shooting through her body, twitching as she was fed the man's big fingers.

I felt like I was going to pop, right there and then. I'd never ...

... seen as erotic a sight as my wife, her arms wrapped around the bull's shoulders, moaning as she was thoroughly fingered. I knew I was meant to feel jealous, I knew the preconceptions of what I was *supposed* to do. It didn't matter. I didn't care. I didn't feel jealous at all; I felt *elated*, turned-on and up to eleven and *happy*, happy for her. It was a powerful cocktail.

Claire squealed, her eyes bunching tight again, a big ecstatic frown on her face. I watched as she thrust her hips forward onto Samuel's hand, trying to fuck herself on him. I didn't mean to do it, but I just let out a soft moan of "Oh my God!"

I could see Claire getting closer to the edge, her tight-closed eyelids fluttering, her feet starting to kick a little, her breathing picking up its pace.

He moved his head back to look at my wife, her eyes closed tight, her face scrunched up.

"Look at me Claire," he commanded.

She did as she was told, looking up, submissively, up at the smiling face of the man bringing her pussy right to the edge.

"You want to cum, don't you Claire?"

Yes!" she yelled, an almost pained look on her, "Yes, I want to cum!"

"Why don't you ask me nicely, *beg* me, and I'll make you cum in front of your husband?"

He wasn't just pleasuring her - he was dominating her, *owning* her.

"Please," she squealed, grinding her hips against his hand, "please make me cum in front of my husband!"

Looking back now - hindsight's a bitch, not a wonderful thing - I think ...