Bull Rock - Chapter 5 - Pt. 2

Bull Rock - Chapter 5 - Pt. 2

From that point forward, their marriage blossomed. At first, they indulged their mutual fantasies by fucking regularly to interracial porn, Steve exclaiming throughout how he wished he could see Pam being taken by the black stud, Pam exclaiming throughout how badly she wanted those enormous black cocks in her. Together, as they verbalized their shared fantasy, they would orgasm in unimister, each feeling the convulsive waves of pleasure rippling throughout the other.

After a couple of months of videos, they decided to take it to a new level, to actually act out their fantasy. At first, they tried nightclubs. Not surprisingly, Pam could pick up black guys like a magnet. Her wide hips, bubble ass, thick breasts, blonde hair and piercing blue eyes drew them in by the dozens. As soon as she and Steve got them alone and explained what was down, though, they spooked. Despite stereotypes, all the black men Pam attempted to pick up in nightclubs from the Carolinas to Georgia turned out to be surprisingly sexually conservative. Promiscuous they may have been, but sexually liberal and open for anything unconventional, they were not.

Finally, they hit the jackpot through online adult permisterals adds. Through adult permisterals websites, they could be up front about what they were after. This ensured they only got hits from those who knew what they were into. Within a day of posting their first add, they were flooded by propositions. After painstakingly selecting the best candidate based on strict criteria including large cock size, overall physical condition, and requisite thuggish permisterality, they scheduled Pam’s first black cock date of their marriage. It was outstanding, exceeding even their wildest imagination. At that point, they were hooked on large black cock for life.

“Don’t cum yet, honey. I want to try something different.” Pam said, breaking Steve away from his reflections. “I have in mind something you might like.” He stopped stroking his dick, pulled her toes from his mouth and looked into her beautiful blue eyes. Ever since he confided all his fantasies to his wife, she had done everything she could within her imagination to fulfill them, even things he had never dreamed of himself. “Stand on your knees. Come closer. Get your dick over my belly,” she directed. “What I have in mind is going to push the edge, baby. If it works, and I think it will, it will blow your mind. If I cross the line, though, promise me you’ll tell me to stop. OK?” she said. Rising to his knees, he scooted closer with his hard dick in his right hand, nodding in agreement.

“That’s it,” she said once he was in place. Immediately noticeable was the sudden hardening of her tone. “Don’t stop jacking, honey. Keep jacking that little boy dick,” she said with a harsh demeaning tone. Looking into his eyes, she confirmed that her tone and language had its desired effect. “That’s it, honey. Keep jacking that little boy dick. Keep yourself on the edge,” she continued in a tone that could cut to the bone. “I know how much you loved seeing a real man’s cock stretch me and make me cum tonight. I know how much you wanted to cum as you watched my Bull pump his black seed deep in me. Didn’t you honey?” she continued. In total agreement, he nodded his head enthusiastically, ready to blow his nut at any time.

“Look right here, honey.” She rubbed her soft white stomach provocatively right below her navel. “Do you see how flat my tummy is right now? It won’t be flat for long,” she said with a scowl. “Soon I’ll be growing a baby bump right here. A black baby bump, honey. Think about how I’m going to swell with Rock’s black baby after he seeds me. Think about how you’re going to watch as Rock’s black baby grows in my belly,” she said looking him directly in the eyes. “You’re going to get off watching my belly swell with a black baby, aren’t you honey?” she asked. In an incoherent state of arousal, all he could do was nod and grunt.

“Jack it harder, honey. Shoot that cum from your little white dick right here on my belly. Shoot it right here where I’m going to grow Rock’s black seed.” As his breathing slowed and became more shallow, she knew she had him at the threshold. A little more and she’d have him over the threshold into bliss. “That’s it. Pump it. Now tell me, honey. What is you want to see?” she demanded firmly. Squinting hard and contorting his face absurdly, he leaned back his heady and cried out loudly, “I want to see you belly swell with your black Bull’s seed, honey!!” Before he could finish his last words, his dick spasmed uncontrollably, ejaculating spurt after spurt of cum on his wife’s soon-to-be black bred belly. Exhausted, he dropped down beside her.

“You’re not done yet. You know you can’t leave your cum on me. I’m Rock’s bitch. You know Rock wouldn’t stand for it. Now get down there and lick up your mess.” she instructed, now with a warmer tone. Finished licking his cum from her belly, he looked again back to her eyes, “That was intense, honey. That was fucking hot. I don’t know how you did it, but you said just what I needed to hear,” he said, lying back down beside her.

“Good,” she said turning to face him. “Get used to it. Once we have Rock breed me, you’re going to be eating a lot of seed from my pregnant belly. Yours, Rock’s, and who knows? Once Rock shares our video with his boys Curtis and Tyrell, he may start sharing my white ass. You might even find yourself eating his boys’ seed from my pregnant belly, too,” she said with a lascivious grin.

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The strong thunderstorm was just breaking as they pulled their F150 pickup truck into the parking lot at Pinky’s, an upscale Italian restaurant frequented by state government bureaucrats. The facade of the restaurant exemplified excellent Italian stone craftsmanship, the landscaping resemred that of a Mediterranean villa. The dashboard clock in the truck showed 9:37pm, late for a dinner date with their Bull. Just that afternoon, Steve had just flown back into town from closing a big services contract with one of his firm’s largest clients. Pam, on the other hand, had met late with some prospective buyers interested in a property that had sat on the market for much too long. Needless to say, they had both rushed like mad to get ready for their date with Rock.

Circling the lot looking for an empty parking space, a full moon revealed itself as high-altitude winds zipped the clouds from the sky as if they were in past-forward. Steam rose from the recently rained upon hot asphalt. Much to their surprise, they found Rock already waiting for them. Usually, they found themselves anxiously awaiting his arrival, waiting in suspense for his fat black cock, for his thick mouthwatering seed. Not tonight.

They found him backed into a space near the kitchen entrance, with the back of his Escalade facing a chain-link fence. As luck would have it, the space next to their Bull was open. Actually, luck had little to do with it. Rock looked the part of typical gangsta thug. On top of that, a nasty beat bumped from his Escalade as he sat looking out with a vicious scowl, rolling his head in time to the beat. Upon seeing and hearing Rock, the upscale white patrons of the restaurant would circle the lot numerous times in effort to find a parking spot as far from him as possible.

For this very reamister, Pinky’s was their favorite place to dine with their Bull. After their first dinner here with Rock, Pam and Steve confided with each other that eating here aroused them both beyond belief. It wasn’t the physical environment of the restaurant that aroused them. Instead, it was the shocked, repulsed, and condescending reaction they elicited from the conservative patrons. When they looked upon Pam, the blonde bombshell, hanging on the arm of her powerful black Bull, their shock and horror was inevitable. It ***d every notion of bigoted decency instilled in them from birth. Pam, Rock and Steve ate it up. They absolutely loved putting right in their face everything they feared. From this reaction, Steve managed to maintain a raging hardon. Likewise, Pam’s cunt burned with desire and dripped wet while here with Rock.

Backing into to spot, Steve left as much room between their vehicles as possible. Even before he could set the parking break, Pam hopped out and closed her door. Rounding the tailgate of his truck, he found that Pam had already locked into a deep-mouth kiss with her Bull. Obscuring direct view from the restaurant patrons, Rock left his door open. The dome light in his Escalade was still disared from former trysts, leaving them mostly in the dark.

Pam wore a charcoal gray hip-hugging skirt cut just about the knees, a baby-blue sleeveless rayon blouse fitted tight across her thick shapely breasts, and heels that highlighted her sexy ankles and calves. Around her left ankle hung her ‘I love BBC’ anklet gift from Steve. Most importantly, Pam’s tight skirt showcased her bubble ass, looking very much like Naomi Russell’s, but with wider hips.

Rock wore light-gray dress slacks and a lose-fitting white silk shirt unbuttoned a third of the way down his chest. Hanging down on his chest, and drawing attention bulging hard pecs, was his favorite thick gold chain and Labyrinth medallion. As they locked mouths, Pam caressed the back of his shiny black bald head with her beautiful lithe red-manicured fingers. Rock, with his large strong black hands, firmly kneaded both cheeks of her hot bubble ass. From the look of how his left pant leg was swelling to in size by his inner thigh, Steve also knew that Rock was wearing boxers allowing his heavy black meat to swell unrestrained down the length of his leg.

“I’ve missed you, Baby,” she said breathlessly as she broke away from their kiss. “Take that back. We’ve both missed you, Baby.” Turning, she looked over at Steve. “Tell Rock what we’ve been dying for, honey.” Just like that, she had flipped the switch, now addressing him as the third wheel in a degrading tone. Instead of hurt, it pierced through Steve’s hard shell, stinging ever so pleasurably in a strong rush of arousal.

Stepping closer, Steve drew to within a few feet of his wife and Rock. Dressed in khakis and a light-blue Oxford shirt, he held his crotch, massaging his hardening dick through his pants. He looked in Rock’s eyes with a non-challenging subordinate countenance. “We’ve both been dying for you to take her ass, Rock,” he said softly continuing to grope his dick. “Also, I need to eat your nut from her ass so bad I can taste it already,” he said. He squeezed his package hard with his last words to emphasize his desire.