Black Bull 08: First Date - Sex Stories

Black Bull 08: First Date

... that Samuel immediately stopped his rhythmic fucking, holding her slightly atop him so she was not completely filled. Panting slightly, he told her, "Stop playing with your pussy. Now."

She did as she was told, but I could see the anguish on her face, as if she didn't understand what she'd done wrong. She turned her head, looking desperately into the face of the man holding her on top of his cock.

"Please!" she begged, "Please, let me cum! Why did you stop?!"

Samuel smiled, a wicked hint to it.

"Because Claire, when you cum this time, I'm going to cum as well. And I want Neil to ask me to cum in his wife. I want him to *beg* me to cum inside you, I want your husband to beg me to bury my huge black dick deep inside your married cunt and unload into your fertile white womb."

Holy shit, this was so hot! He wanted me to fucking *beg* him, to plead for him to completely cement his control, his dominance, his *ownership* of my gorgeous wife.

I know - bad idea. But *fuck*, I was so turned on, so close to cumming myself - I hadn't even *touched* my dick! - I think I'd have handed over the deeds to our house if he'd have asked.

My red-hot wife, mounted like a fucking trophy, her legs wide, her pussy spread impossibly, turned to look at me, her eyes almost bulging, telling me, fuck, *commanding* me, "Baby, I *need* this so much! You have to do what he says, *anything* he says! I *need* him to cum in *meee*!"

I felt myself almost cumming on my own, standing ...

... there, my wife's small frame impaled on the man's huge dick. I swallowed.

"Come and stand in front of me Neil. I want you looking in your wife's eyes while you beg me to cum in her."

Bad idea. Times one million. Fucking hindsight...

I couldn't help but obey, walking to stand a foot or so away from the conjoined pair. I could see the utter *need* in my wife's eyes, her longing for this big, dominant bull to shoot his seed deep inside of her.

"Samuel," I started in a soft voice. I could see Claire almost willing the words from me, holding her breath, like a director willing his actor to say the next line, "please cum deep inside my wife. I'm begging you."

I shivered, my own cliff-edge finally reached, cumming in my trousers.

Claire let her breath out in a big exhale, unaware she'd even been holding it in. Her hand shot down to her pussy, furiously rubbing her clit.

Samuel laughed, lifting her higher up, further off his cock then dropping her, *pulling* her down back onto him, ramming himself deeper into her than he'd been before. He held her there for a second before lifting her again, repeating the process.

Claire was screaming - "ohfuckohfuckohfuck!" - over and over again.

He slammed himself home for the last time, threw his head back and roared, "FUCK! I'm cumming in you Claire! I'm cumming deep in your married little pussy!"

I could actually *see* his huge balls pulsing as he pumped his load deep inside my wife's stretched-out cunt.

"FUUCCK!" she ...