Black Bull 08: First Date - Sex Stories

Black Bull 08: First Date

... fat dick; it was all I could do not to cum myself.

"Keep your tongue out Claire," said the big man, his voice deep, flat, to be obeyed.

She stuck her tongue out again, making a sultry little 'aah' sound.

"Oh, fuck!" I cried as Samuel thrust himself forward again, pushing first just the end, then the first inch, then another, into Claire's waiting mouth, my wife looking up at the man feeding her his cock the whole time.

She just looked so subservient, so totally *controlled*, staring up with lust-filled eyes as her mouth was used for the man's pleasure. She wasn't a married, successful career woman, she wasn't a senior hedge fund manager; she was a toy, a fuckable little toy for her big black bull to use as he saw fit.

Samuel paused his thrust, simply holding my wife's head where it was, a full five inches inside her wet mouth.

"Neil," he said, "please open the second drawer down in the chest behind me. You'll see what's in there. Please fetch it."

I scrambled up, moving behind him to open the drawer. He was looking down at Claire, a wicked grin on his face as she just stared up, taking big breaths in and then out through her nose.

"Let's see if we can't make things a little more comfortable for your wife here."

I pulled the large black vibrator out, holding it up in front of my face, trying to find the 'on' switch - why do they have to hide the buttons on these things?!

Claire let out a stifled squeal as she heard the buzzing sound. She darted ...

... her eyes to her left, looking at the thing in my hands before she felt a gentle slap on her cheek.

"No Claire, I told you to keep looking at me. All the time."

She managed a muffled 'oorre', trying to apologise to the man holding her head, feeding her his dick.

I knew exactly what I was meant to be doing; I rushed round to the other side of the bed, kneeling behind my wife, a sort of permanent giddy grin fixed on my face.

"Open your legs a little Claire," he said.

My wife did as she was told, hearing my murmured "fuck" as I pushed the end of the vibrator against her sodden wet hole.

I felt Claire buck as I gleefully fed the vibrator into her, her pussy so wet it simply slid right in.

I heard another light slap.

"What did I tell you Claire?" intoned Samuel, his brow furrowed, looking disappointedly down at her. She was clearly desperate to please him, another little 'ooree' escaping her.

"Neil, why don't we *both* fuck your wife now, yes?"

She moaned.

"*Hell* yes!"

"Follow my lead Neil," the big bull said, slowly pulling his cock from Claire's mouth, me watching, counting, 1, 2, 3, timing my pulling of the vibrator to the same rhythm.

I pushed the thing back in again, 1, 2, 3, as I heard the wet slurping sound of my wife re-swallowing the man's enormous member.

"That's right Neil, 1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3..."

Our double-fucking of Claire was clearly enough to push her over the edge again, her pussy spasming, clamping down on the vibrator as ...