Black Bull 08: First Date - Sex Stories

Black Bull 08: First Date

... in front of us, putting a metal cooler down on the table. He pulled out an expensive vintage, already decorked.

"Sancerre?"

He sat to the side of us, on the 'L' of the sofa, as we were seated next to each other in the middle. The big man leaned back, stretching, putting his large arms up on the top of the settee, his shirt struggling to contain his arms. He looked, I thought, for all the world like a big cat, luxuriating before his prey.

He smiled, "So, tell me, have either of you ever visited Nigeria before?"

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We talked for an hour or so. Samuel was bright, engaging, funny and disarmingly honest. I'd almost forgotten the *actual* reason we were there, so wrapped up in the man's conversation had we become.

"Fish and chips. I never could understand the attraction," he said, laughing again in his big, booming way. "Who wants food wrapped up in two day old news?!"

Claire was clearly enjoying herself. She was relaxing into it, much less on guard, going from perched on the edge of the sofa to sitting back, then leaning across, towards Samuel.

"You probably just haven't had the *right* fish and chips," I offered, secretly agreeing with him.

"That's right," added my wife, finishing off another glass of wine, "A rainy day on the seafront - that's when they're really good!"

"Oh no, this is terrible news," said Samuel, his big grin somewhat giving the game away, "but I am afraid you cannot stay - I cannot make love to a woman who loves fish and ...

... chips!"

That changed the mood. I think Claire and I both felt it, the reality of what we were doing coming back to the forefront of our minds.

I felt myself squirming slightly in my seat, the sudden awkwardness an unpleasant sensation. I could see the relaxation drain away from my wife. I thought I'd change the subject, looking over at Samuel, "Sorry, could you show me where the bathroom is?"

"Of course!" - he stood up - "Please, I have not shown you around the rest of the place. Come!"

He led us through a door, in the wall to the left of the front door, and into the hallway. It was a long corridor, a large skylight mounted on the ceiling, two doors set in the right of the wall, one at the very end. Samuel led us down it, to the first door. "This," he said, showing us inside, the decor changing suddenly from the airy off-whites and beiges to a dark red walled room, a black hardwood floor with a large black satin bed in the middle, "is where I entertain some of my more, how should I say, 'adventurous' clients."

Christ.

My wife gasped, looking at the walls. There was a series of whips and paddles, chains and leashes hanging from various hooks. In one corner, facing the towards the bed, was a blinking video camera, mounted on a tripod. Next to the bed was what looked for all the world like a very large dog cage, a steel contraption big enough to fit a man, a blanket laid out in the bottom of it.

Well, I thought, eat your heart out Kate and Ralph!

"Do you..." ...