Chat with black bulls
He strode through the room exuding an aura of unshakable confidence. Then he guided my hand down to the crotch of his pants and placed it on his throbbing cock. "The little Slut's so wet, I'm not sure we'd make it all the way there." Tyrell said matter-of-factly.He smiled at us as he approached and it made me wet. "She'd be riding my cock in the backseat before we left the parking lot." I my face flushed hot with embarrassment, and then even hotter as he slid two fingers inside of me. "Go to the bathroom and write 'Property Of A Big Black Cock' on one of those incredible tits, then come back." He commanded.Something raw and powerful that sent me over the edge.As Tyrell kept talking, kept saying filthy things to me, I worked myself to orgasm staring at the picture of his hard cock on Cam's phone. I took Cam by the hands, kissed him on his sweet lips, and we went to bed beaming. Then, on the Bull's instruction, Cam sought out and purchased a bracelet with a single, small charm. Tyrell said it meant something, but he'd tell me what after our date, if and only if, things went well. I did as he said, no, as he commanded, and sat the phone down on the kitchen counter. "Did your husband show you the pictures I sent him? Even then, it wasn't until we started watching cuckolding porn together that he admitted that he wanted it to be a well endowed black man. I slipped one hand down my pyjama pants and started on myself, staring intently on the image on the screen. Through more pictures, Tyrell picked out a shade of red lipstick for me, some very dark mascara and nail polish that matched the lipstick. Eventually, over dinner, Cam had blurted out that he wanted to watch me fuck another man.I had to do what he said, that was part of the game, but no one said I couldn't go a little farther just for me. I wrote what he told me to, on my right breast just where the dress barely covered it.
"Saturday night, at that bar downtown we like." he replied. Awesome, I'll need a few drinks first anyway." I laughed. He specifically requested a short red one." He said matter of factly. "Yeah, he said to bring a permanent marker but he didn't say why." He said, cocking an eyebrow at me. Something in the look in Cam's eye told me that we wouldn't need it though. It's a big, black cock." He corrected in that same growling tone.
When he reached our table, he reached out and shook Cam's hand. " Tyrell asked with sensitive note in his rumbling voice. Tyrell took my hand in both of his and looked deep into my eyes. I tried to be nonchalant, I bit my lip to stifle a moan. I thought about riding it in the back seat of our sedan while Cam tried to drive us to a hotel. I stood up, suddenly self conscious about how wet I was.
His were the color of fresh brewed, lightly creamed coffee. I looked up at my husband, his green eyes were studying my face in amazement. He had to be thinking about that big, black cock hammering my tight little pussy. I looked around the room, expecting to see everyone staring, but everyone was involved in their own conversations .
Our drinks had arrived by the time I sat down, and I knocked back my vodka in one shot. I was more ready than I had ever been for anything in my life. I made out with Tyrell for a while longer, rocking my hips against him lewdly and moaning against his mouth.
The waitress brought another shot and I knocked that one back too. Tyrell squeezed my ass, bit my neck and I could feel his rigid member pressing up against my wet pussy through his jeans. I needed to be seen doing this, I needed to own it.