Black Bull 08: First Date - Sex Stories

Black Bull 08: First Date

... all the way! He's fucking *filled* me! Aaah, *GOD*!"

Samuel, a few small beads of sweat forming on his brow, bit his own lip. He looked down under himself and started gently screwing my wife. Each time he pulled himself halfway back, each time bottoming out again.

Claire pulled herself up, leaning her head into his big arm, biting it, squealing as each thrust brought a wet slapping sound as his huge balls buffeted into her. Holy Christ, she looked like she was being taken to a whole other world of pleasure!

The bull looked down at me, intent on capturing the action on camera.

"Neil... Neil, look at me while I fuck your wife!"

I somehow managed to draw my gaze away from the amazing sight in front of me, looking up at the large man buried, balls deep in my wife.

"Neil - oh, *fuck*, your wife is tight! - Neil, go and fetch what's in the box on the drawers."

I just nodded, getting up and retrieving the small box. I placed it on the bed next to Claire.

"Open it Neil."

"Fuck," I muttered, a little rattle sounding as I picked the alligator nipple clamps up by the chain, "this is too hot!"

"Put them on your wife Neil. Clamp your wife's little pink nipples."

Claire didn't look like she was even aware of what was happening, her eyes screwed tight as she bit down on the bull's big bicep. She definitely noticed when I clamped her swollen little cherries though, a little squeak of pleasure/pain escaping her.

My wife drew her head back off of Samuel's ...

... arm, looking down at her newly pinched and chained nipples, her eyes now wide open, staring down with her mouth wide.

"Claire," said Samuel, his breathing getting heavier, faster as he fucked her, "Claire, look at me."

She looked up into his eyes, his brow now furrowed, a look of sheer lust on his face. She jabbed her head up suddenly, moaning, and licked his face.

"Ha! You *are* a fucking gorgeous woman Claire! But I want to get *deeper* inside of you."

Deeper?!

Her own brow furrowed; she shook her head, 'no', seemingly unable to even bear thinking it would be possible to be more filled.

"Yes Claire, yes. Hold the chain in your mouth."

She let one hand go of his back, screaming, "Ah, fuck!" as he slammed his huge cock deep into her again. She reached between her breasts, holding the chain, and put it between her teeth. She was looking up at Samuel, her face a glorious mixture of submissive lust and joy.

"Good girl," huffed the man.

He reached down by his hips, grabbing a hold of one of Claire's ankles. He did the same with the other, driving her legs back over her, her feet now above her head, her body falling back onto the bed as she squealed.

He pushed himself back into her, even deeper now, making her scream out, the sound slightly muffled by her teeth being clamped around the chain.

"Hold your legs Claire!" he demanded, my wife complying immediately, her hands reaching round to hold the backs of her thighs.

"Fuck, yes!" he shouted, his ...