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"Goddamnit Jason! Get down there and watch him fuck me!" I screamed, unable to stand the emptiness after being so full.
Jason crawled between my legs and rolled onto his back. I looked down and I could see him fumbling in vain with his inadequate member, but it failed to rise to the occasion so soon after orgasm. Still, as Maurice slid back inside me and I got what I needed, Jason persisted in embarrassing himself further, uselessly stroking his limp little thing.
From this angle, my new black lover was able to fuck me harder and faster than before. He slammed that massive meatstick in me over and over again, drilling me as I wailed like an animal into the couch cushions. I dug my nails into the couch and my eyes welled up with tears of pure joy. I'd never been so happy, so satisfied, in my entire life. This was heaven.
Maurice ravished me. Ravaged me. Took and used me in a carnal, primal, awe-inspiring way. My mind shattered as orgasm after orgasm drove me into hedonistic abandon. I was a trembling, moaning mess, but still Maurice continued to hammer into me.
He fucked me for hours as I moaned and cooed and writhed on the couch. Then, finally, when my mind and body could take no more, I felt his rhythm change. He started to pull back but I found my voice in time. I said what I'd never said to Jason. I asked him to do what I'd never let Jason do.
"Please..." I moaned. "Please cum inside me... I want you to cum inside me."
"No... No... Please..." I heard Jason whisper, but Maurice ignored him and so did I.
Maurice slammed his massive cock hilt-deep, and unleashed a torrent of hot cum inside me. My legs shook as another impossibly intense orgasm burned through me. I pushed my hips back against him, trying to feel him even deeper.
"Thank... Thank you..." I gasped, trying to catch my breath.
I pushed myself up on my arms, and looked down between my breasts. I watched as he slowly pulled his big, beautiful black cock out of me. An overflow of his hot cum poured out of me, and as I shakily tried to stand, I watched it drip all over my boyfriend's face, some of it running down into his mouth. This gave me a wicked idea, and the deviousness of the thought filled my exhausted body with renewed energy. I dropped into a crouch, straddling Jason's head. He started to protest, but the shock and disgrace limited him to a quiet moan. Then I took Maurice's cock in my hand, and lowered my dripping, aching pussy onto my boyfriend's face.
"Clean me up, Cucky. Clean me up while I clean him up." I commanded, bringing Maurice's superior black cock to my lips.
Jason ate my pussy dutifully, doing again the only thing he was good for. As he did so, I slurped and sucked on the cock that deserved it. The real cock. The big, black cock. To my surprise, I felt it growing firm again in my mouth.
"Ready for round two?" Maurice asked, flashing me that beautiful smile again.
"That depends, can we make Jason watch again?" I asked, nuzzling my face against the length of his amazing cock.
"You know what this means, don't you?" He asked. "You have a choice to make."
I looked up at him, staring in wonder at his smile, his muscles, and his glorious cock. I knew that my choice was already made. Nature had decided for me.
"I'll be your Bull. You'll be my bitch. You can have this big, black cock anytime you want, but that's a two-way street. You'll belong to me, and I'll never let you feel unfulfilled again." He explained, waving his huge cock as he took a step back.
I crawled off of my boyfriend's face and followed the object of my desire.
"That's what I want..." I said, batting my eyes up at him.
"Don't tell me, bitch. Tell your limp-dick boyfriend." He said.
I turned to Jason and stroked his hair, smearing Maurice's cum and mine in it.
"Things are going to be different now." I started. "I'm not just your girlfriend anymore. I still love you, but... Jason... His cock is just so big. You can't imagine how good it feels. I want this. I need this more than you could ever understand. I'm willing to let you watch, if you want, but I'm not going to stop fucking him. He's my Bull now, and if you want to stay, then you're going to have to be our Cuck."
He looked up at me, but didn't speak. His little cock was starting to stiffen again.
"Make your choice, Jason. I've made mine." I said, standing up and putting an arm around my Bull.
- COMMENTS
Anonymous11 months agoI liked most of it, so I gave it 4 stars. When I moved to the NYC, I found one small bar near my place, my last drink spot before going up to my apartment, after four years the barmen knew me as well as my latest man. I'd been dumped a couple of months before and as there wasn't anybody in the wings, I thought maybe a sports bar might be interesting, it was testosterone city with a smattering of women waiting for whatever game to end. After twenty minutes, a guy insisted on buying me a drink, it was Jason, a barman from my cubby hole, I laughed, said absolutely not, rather I'd buy him a drink as he was always topping mine off, I asked for two Sam Adams. He asked if this was my new watering hole since I hadn't been by lately. No, I'm just looking, checking it out. He'd stopped in to watch the college team he played for, they were losing, he got out ten years ago and they slid downhill, they'd just given up a score when he saw me. We'd talked for thirty minutes when I ordered two kamikaze's, "don't look, but your team just scored, they're up by one" he couldn't believe it, we watched the lasted minutes, the other team missed a winning field goal, we had two more shots and left. It was around ten, I was excited, horny too, I'd never had sex with a black man but heard all the stories. As we neared his bar, he suggested celebrating the game with me, his lucky charm. I stopped, hugged him and looked up as said, " No, I was hoping you'd like to come up to my place tonight." He did, wow he really had a BBC, omg did I come often, he fucked me full of his cum twice before we fell asleep, we fucked again in the morning; I read some more of your writings, you can write much better about the sex. He became my favorite FWB, some nights I'll text him to stop up after closing, BBC at 2am.
DiscoveringUtopiaover 5 years agoAccording to the Constitution, ALL men are created equal.
However, if a poll had been taken of these slave owner's wives I'd bet the outcome would have been a lot different.
And just in case that went over ya'lls head let me put it this way...
She'd much rather have a full size Ford F350 driving into her driveway than a beat up beetle.
