Black Bull 08: First Date - Sex Stories

Black Bull 08: First Date

... her back arched.

"Ummin!" she screamed, her voice muffled as it was timed with Samuel's deepest thrust yet, the vibrator buried up to the hilt.

She unclasped her hands, making fists, her arms pistoning up and down as she repeatedly hammered the bed.

Samuel smiled over at me, tilting his head slightly to indicate to hold in place for a second or two as my cumming wife's thrashings slowly subsided.

Claire stopped beating the bed, letting out a continuous low groan, the man again nodding at me, this time to tell me to pull the vibrator out. We both slowly slid our respective tools out of the small blonde, her body still racked by orgasmic shimmers and shakes.

As they emerged, the bull letting go of Claire's head, she simply collapsed, face first onto the bed, her bottom and legs still shaking slightly.

"How do you feel Claire?" he asked, smiling down at her, a man completely confident he already knew the answer, but wanted to hear it from my wife nonetheless.

She rolled onto her back and let out an enormous sigh.

"Used," she said, a dirty smile spread across her face, slick round the mouth. Claire looked up at the large smiling face stood above her, the enormous cock, sheened in her spit, glistening in the light.

"And ready to be *fucked*."

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This was it. This was the moment, the moment my fantasy to see my gorgeous wife *fucked*, dominated, taken by a big black bull was finally going to come true, to become reality.

My heart felt fit to ...

... burst as I looked down at my wife, Claire, still lying, on her tummy, on the bed, recovering from her last orgasm.

She rolled onto her back, her whole body glistening in a thin sheen of sweat; she looked *vibrant*.

Sitting up, she reached down to grab the edge of her dress, pulling the thing up and off her. Without even looking, she threw it vaguely in my direction - she had one thing, and one thing only in mind.

Reaching round behind herself, she unclasped her bra, her perfect, petite round breasts bouncing as she yanked the expensive lingerie away, tossing it to the ground with the same total lack of care.

"I hope you're *very* wet Claire," said Samuel, walking round to the edge of the bed, looking down at the small figure of my wife, lying back, spreading her legs, "because *this*" - he held his fully erect cock in one hand, slapping it down into the open palm of the other like some sort of obscene night-stick - "is going to stretch your little white pussy out completely."

He unbuttoned his shirt, stripping the thing from his torso. Claire let out a small gasp as she saw his body, fully naked for the first time, his dark skin perfectly smooth, his chest broad and heavy, his stomach gently undulating with muscle. He clearly went to the painful trouble of waxing.

He stepped forward, putting one knee up on the bed.

Hang on a fucking second...

The man stopped, frowning.

"What is it Claire? What is wrong?"

My wife was wearing the same concerned ...