cock27107
Member
Posts: 12
|
Bull Rock - Chapter 5 - Pt.1
Pam lay on her back, pulling her knees to her chest, fully exposing her fat black-fucked pussy lips to Steve. They had just returned moments ago from their Horizon’s Park encounter with Rock. During that encounter, Rock had delivered a knee-buckling orgasm for her, leaving her breathless. Now, it was Steve’s turn for release. Knowing that the taste and smell of her Bull sends him over the edge like nothing else, afterwards, she always allowed her husband full access to any fluids left behind.
To ratchet up his excitement, she pulled her knees back even further, raising her wide hips off the sheets, giving him a clear sight of her beautiful round tanned white ass and the seductive brown eye of her asshole. Blowing from the air-conditioning vents was refreshingly cool air evaporating their sweat from the steamy heat of Horizon’s park. Through their wireless speakers pumped the sound of one of Pam’s favorite Soulja Boy Tell’em’s tracks.
“Can you still taste and smell Rock on me, honey?”, she asked almost in a whisper, running her fingers through his thick brown hair. As she stroked his head, he locked his mouth on her pussy, digging deep with his tongue. Not giving him a chance to reply, she continued, “Weren’t you proud of me tonight, honey? How I took Rock’s thick long cock all the way down my throat? I was actually kind of hoping he would blow his nut down my throat, honey. I wanted to feel the powerful spasms of his cock in my throat as unloaded in me.” She paused to reflect, pushing Steve’s face harder into her pussy. “I can’t find the words to tell you, honey, how much it turned me on knowing I can please my Bull like that. Now, I just can’t wait to experience having him shoot his load when he’s buried deep in my throat,” she confided intimately with her husband.
Raising up from his wife’s pussy, Steve rocked back on his heels, the lamp from the nightstand casting shadows that accentuated the lean muscle of his his runner’s physique. With his left, hand he grabbed hold of her right ankle, pulling it up for a better view of her wide ass and pussy. With his eye’s trained on her ass, he pumped his engorged dick tightly with slow even strokes.
“Yes, honey. I can still taste your Bull’s seed on you,” he said, eyes glazed with euphoria. “I’m surprised I can still taste him. I was sure I had sucked every trace of his nut from you back in the park. I can still smell his sweat on you, too. Fuck, that gets me hot!!” he said. “You’re such a black cock whore, honey. I love it!!” he said. In excitement, he pumped his dick harder. “And to think about how sexy you looked with his thick black cock buried down your throat, his heavy balls resting on your chin, your wide-eyed submissive stare deep into his eyes. Fucking sweet! Heaven! That’s the only way I know to describe it, honey.”
“Can you remember how repulsed you were when I first asked you to eat one of my black lovers’ seed from my pussy, honey?” she asked. Smiling fondly at the memory, she recalled their elation at the beginning of their cuckold journey. Reaching between her legs, she took her husband’s balls into the palm of her hand and began kneading them softly.
“Yes. I thought I was going to hurl,” he answered. “I’m sure you remember. Just the mere thought repulsed me. You know I had always secretly desired to see you black fucked. But, I never saw myself eating your lovers’ seed.” He pulled the sole of her right foot to his nose, inhaling deeply. The sweaty smell from the high heels she wore to the park exciting him, causing a tingle in his nuts. Taking her pretty toes into his mouth, he closed his eyes, rolled his tongue between her toes and then sucked them one-by-one, savoring the salty, tangy taste.
In response, she pointed her toes into his mouth, relishing the loving attention from her husband and the reassuring emotional security of knowing that she was indispensable. She alone could provide him this perverted pleasure. The odds of him finding another black cock whore who would love him as she did were astronomical. And, she knew it. Being indispensable showered her with a warm euphoric sense of power that coursed pleasurably throughout her body.
“You confided in me afterwards that eating my lover’s seed from me was the most erotic and intimate experience you’d ever had,” she continued. “Soon, you were looking forward to my black cock dates just for the chance of eating another creampie.” She moaned softly, pushing her toes further into his mouth. By doing so, she conveyed to him how much his perversions aroused her. “Do you still crave it as much as when you first started, honey?”
Taking her toes from his mouth, he answered, “More than ever,” his breathing labored from acute arousal. “By now, I don’t event think I’d call it a craving. Instead, it’s more like a need. An addiction. I have a compulsion to eat your black lovers’ seed from you, honey” he continued, his eyes showing a distant look of being transported to another place. “And, to lick your black lovers’ sweat from your body. I need it with every ounce of my being, baby. I need it every opportunity you can give me.” Returning her foot to his mouth, he beat his dick even more vigorously, breathing heavily through his nostrils.
Reaching back a few years, he reflected on how their marriage had become strained like so many others. Not from the most common source of marital stress: disagreement over financial decisions, but from the next most common reamister: an inability to openly communicate with each other for fear of reprisal, rejection, or negative judgement. In particular, they could not find the courage to openly communicate their desires and needs. Still yet, like millions of other couples, they expected the other to somehow miraculously fill those unspoken needs. In short, they were headed for a cold, passionless marriage, or divorce. Fortunately, circumstances powerd Steve’s hand to share his needs and desires.
About seven years into their marriage, Steve found himself increasingly obsessed with interracial porn. To experience the most intense orgasms and greatest sexual release, he found himself repeatedly jacking off to images of hot white women totally submitting themselves to enormous black cock. Even when fucking his gorgeous wife at the time, he had to fantasize about her with huge black cock to cum the hardest.
At first, the obsession disturbed him. He had no desire to fuck men or be fucked by them. Nonetheless, he was obsessed with interracial porn and the images of massive black cock tearing open all those beautiful white women. It left him distraught that he seemed to be sexually aroused by his own physical inadequacy compared to the superior black cock.
In attempt to understand, and maybe feel less a freak, he embarked a thorough introspection of his life. Born into an upper-class family, those without knowledge of the family history thought of him as fortunate. In reality, though, the family had been downwardly mobile for the past couple of generations. Realizing the worst fear for his family, the loss of their inherited fortune that afforded them their privileged social and economic status, the family had degenerated into a hotbed of neurosis.
In particular, his man, the one accountable for the the largest loss of family fortune, became angry and bitter. Being weak, he sought to assuage his bitterness and fear through verbal use of his family, particularly his mister. In his man’s twisted mind, he was a fuck-up for losing the family fortune. For some semblance of balance in his twisted world, there was no way he would allow his mister succeed when he had failed. Instead of succumbing to the use, however, Steve grew hard in defense. In retribution, he resolved to succeed in life despite the best efforts of his man to turn him into an image of the weak, bitter, angry, abusive man he had become.
To escape the family as soon as possible, Steve enlisted in the military right out of high school with idealistic visions of honor and duty. Within weeks of enlisting, however, he found that this path in life served to harden him even further. As he soon learned, cultivating individuals with the capacity to ******* indiscriminately required that military institutions employ very sophisticated psychological re-socialization techniques. Specifically, re-socialization by means of stripping a young permister of every ounce of human dignity and then instilling in the remaining void a belief that their only self-worth could be derived through mindless adherence to orders. If that didn’t stick, there was the ever-present threat of incarceration for non-compliance with orders. So much for idealistic patriotism and sense of duty. As designed, the system hardened him even further.
Following a single tour in the military, he completed college with honors on GI Bill benefits. Combined with his natural intelligence, the hardness and tenacity cultivated by his experiences proved to be just the right recipe for academic success. Likewise, when hired by his employer upon graduation, he was catapulted to into upper management in just a few years by way applying the same recipe. Nevertheless, despite his stellar career success, financial success, and eventually earning the hand of a beautiful wife, he was not fulfilled.
Steve had triumphantly prevailed over his man by succeeding, but it was a Pyrrhic victory. The outward success he had achieved came at an incalculable price: the hardness that made possible his success proved to be a thick husk through which intense feelings and emotions could not penetrate. Most importantly, he was unable to achieve full sexual release given that his naturally hardened defenses would not allow the essential emotions to cut through.
That is, until he discovered the fantasy of being demeaned and ultimately humiliated by his wife taking a black lover. Much to his pleasure, he found that this fantasy could awaken his deadened emotions and provide ultimate sexual release. Although he did not fit the popular portrayal of the weak and effeminate cuckold, that was his story. Regardless of the psychological rationalizations, though, it just felt fucking great!!
Not until after Pam busted him a few times jacking off to interracial porn was he finally convinced to open up and share his fantasies. Upon learning of his fantasy for her to take a black lover, she immediately confided that the best fuck she had ever had was from one of her well-hung black boyfriends in college. Moreover, she confided that she, too, fantasized repeatedly about again being stretched and used by powerful black men.
That night, and into the next day, they had the best sex they’d up to that point in their marriage. The mere act of confiding their most closely held secret desires had thrust them into a new level of intimacy enjoyed by few. Regretfully, Steve realized that if only he had had the courage to open up with her sooner, the past years of their marriage could have been just as fulfilling. Admittedly, though, confiding those desires had put them at risk of dissolving what remained of their relationship right there on the spot. The odds of a couple sharing similar perversions are slim, indeed. Miraculously, though, their needs meshed and complimented each other perfectly.
|
