Black Bull 08: First Date - Sex Stories

Black Bull 08: First Date

... dick inside her mouth.

She was just gazing up, beautifully, adoringly, at Samuel; I could see just how *much* she wanted to pleasure him, to show him how much she fucking *loved* his huge cock.

She batted her eyelids a few times, took another deep breath, and pushed her mouth further on, three, then four inches disappearing from view.

"I *have* to get this on video!"

I reached into my back pocket to pull my phone out, putting the thing down near Claire's face, my wife looking directly into the camera, hot as fuck, her mouth stretched wide open as she managed to get another inch in. She was obviously struggling with the size of it, but she sure as hell wasn't going to go down without a fight.

"Good girl," said the bull, looking down at the small blonde woman desperately trying to swallow him, patting her head like a little pet, "Now put your hands behind your back."

My wife, looking back up into Samuel's eyes, did as she was ordered, folding her arms behind her back, her hands clasped together. It was like she didn't even think about whether or not to do as he said - she simply *did*.

We'd played at some domination/submission stuff ourselves. I'd always loved it, but, if I'm being completely honest, I just didn't have that in me; it always felt like she was playing along, but neither of us completely bought into it. Maybe I was just too nice? Hell, that's no bad thing, right? But this guy?! Fuck, there was no playing at a role here. Claire wasn't ...

... *acting* the submissive; she *was* the submissive.

She was straining to keep her back arched in an upward dog position, struggling to keep her head where it was. Samuel grinned as he looked down, "Here, let me help you."

He reached his big arms down, each large hand resting against the side of Claire's face, cradling her head. His fingers were sat towards the back of her jaw, gently stroking her neck, his thumbs on her cheeks. He was just holding her, holding her whole head in place on his massive black dick.

She looked like, no, she *was* completely at the man's mercy, her utter powerlessness an amazing aphrodisiac.

"Neil," said Samuel, looking round and down at me as I crouched, phone held out, inches from my wife's impaled face, "you will definitely want to get *this* on film!"

"Claire, I want you to keep your mouth open as wide as you can, do you understand me?"

My wife, drawing in another big breath through her nostrils, tried to nod her head, but found her scope for movement somewhat limited. Instead, as she tried to say 'yes', the sound come out as a messy, garbled 'essh'.

"Now keep your eyes on mine, at all times."

Another 'essh', this time followed by a low moaning.

Samuel pulled his hips back, slowly, his giant dick sliding over Claire's depressed tongue, her lips being pulled forward with it. After a few seconds, the whole thing emerged from her face, a wet 'pop' sound as it exited over her lips, thin lines of saliva still connecting her to the ...