Black Bull 08: First Date - Sex Stories

Black Bull 08: First Date

... is my favourite position. Do you know why that is Neil?"

"Er, no Samuel. Why?"

"Because," he intoned, as if teaching a pupil, one of his large hands holding both of my wife's in place, trapping her completely underneath him, "the woman has no choice in the matter. She simply has to *take*" - he grunted, a slight snarl on his face as he thrust his cock all the way home - "what she is given!"

Holy Christ, she came *again*! I just stared, amazed, speechless at just how *hard* my wife was cumming as she screwed up her face, letting out a long, broken yell - "Aaaaah, *fuck*, my pussy!"

Samuel reached his free hand down, gently stroking Claire's still shaking back, from the top of her neck to just above her restrained hands.

"You have cum quite a lot Claire! I will take pity on you," - he laughed, gently - "and will fuck you *slowly*."

I don't think she could even process his words as she bit down hard on her lip, her eyes still bunched tight, the feeling of being completely dominated, totally at the man's mercy, obviously overwhelming her. She just shivered, the afterglow of her latest orgasm washing over her.

As good as his word, Samuel began to slowly long-stroke my still quivering wife, pulling his hips back for a count of three, almost all the way out, then slowly feeding himself back, all the way in, with the same rhythm.

Claire opened her eyes and smiled at me.

"Thank you baby, thank you so much. I've never felt *anything* like this!"

I felt a ...

... small, sharp stab of jealousy suddenly hit the pit of my stomach. I leaned in and kissed her lips; it melted away just as quickly as it had appeared.

"I love you so much!" I whispered.

The big bull continued to slowly fuck my wife's pussy for the next twenty minutes, occasionally giving her backside a harsh slap. I just watched in awe at the man's stamina, each thrust eliciting a broken moan from Claire, a dirty wet slurping sound accompanying each withdrawal.

Claire could obviously feel the long, slow, intense fuck building another huge dam of pressure inside her. She was moaning the same thing, over and over again - "Fuck my pussy! Fuck my pussy!"

Samuel could evidently see she was getting closer. He could read the signs of her body, how she squeezed her legs tighter, her back arching occasionally, the muscles of her traps tightening.

"You're getting close again, aren't you Claire?"

"Yes!"

He pulled his throbbing dick out of Claire, my wife letting out a strangled moan of disappointment.

"I want you to sit on the bed, legs out, in front of me," he ordered, reversing off the back of the bed himself.

Claire tried to clamber up onto her knees, but it looked like her limbs had no strength in them, her frazzled brain clearly unable to assert any control over her pleasure-wracked body.

"I...I don't think I *can*!" she cried, pitifully.

Christ! The big bull had literally fucked my wife so hard, made her cum so violently, she couldn't control her own ...