edsoames
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I am an habitual diary keeper and these are some extracts
We looked for a Bull to breed my bride. We found Master Hussein. We agreed by email to his terms, they were not quite how we had fantasised they would be but we really do want a baby. I can't give her one and we want it obvious to everyone that Suzanne must have spread her legs for a Pakistani.
Master Hussein's rules included:
He has sole rights to Suzanne's body during the impregnation process and for three months after the birth.
He has use of all three holes. Suzanne tried to persuade Master Hussein not to insist on anal because her anus is virgin but of course he would not change his mind - he wanted an alternative hole during her period.
After inquiring whether she still had it, he insisted that Suzanne wore her wedding dress when he made his first visit and that on all subsequent visits she was to be naked on his arrival and she was to remain naked all the time he was at our house.
Only Master Hussein was to be allowed to take photos.
During Master Hussein's sexual contact with my wife I was to be on the floor in a relaxing bag. If I try to get out of it then Master Hussein would never visit again.
Suzanne was to be available to service Master Hussein at two minutes notice even if I was not home.
Suzanne was to regrow her bush.
And basically we were to do as Master Hussein required.
We agreed to the above and last week Master Hussein took Suzanne for the first time. Suzanne greeted him at the door wearing her wedding dress. He looked her up and down, squeezed her tits, lifted her dressed and felt her cunt as though he was inspecting a piece of meat and then became very charming towards my wife and quite contemptious of me.
Once I had obeyed Master Hussein and had pulled Suzanne's knickers down her legs I was relegated to the bedroom floor in my relaxing bag. It was a few minutes before they came to the bedroom, which was exquisite agony for me, they were laughing and joking, there were quiet moments where my imagination ran wild, there was also an instant where my jealousy almost overcame my desire to have Suzanne bred by this arrogant but charming bull.
My wife and her breeder actually waltzed into the room and still in step Master Hussien lifted Suzanne onto the bed. There were no preliminaries, Master Hussein pulled his zip down, lifted my wife's wedding dress and plunged his dark skinned cock into her willing white cunt. I could see nothing of this from where I lay. Suzanne orgasmed within seconds. Suzanne never orgasms during sex with me though she used to with many of the men that she fucked before I knew her. For the next fifteen minutes Master Hussein grinded and thrusted, altered position slightly and pace regularly and I could hear squelching noises from Suzanne's sopping cunt. All the time Suzi was moaning in ecstacy. Master Hussein asked what I thought of my wife now, I was so turned on, so hot, that without thinking of her feelings I told him I thought her slut, a whore, a piece of fuck meat. I also used a racially abusive term used here which describes women who fuck Pakistanis. The instant I said all this I worried he would be offended but they both came in very vocal orgasm.
As soon as Master Hussein rolled off my wife he told her to show her cunt to me. Post orgasm and with passion spent Suzanne expressed reluctance but a firm word from Master Hussein overcame her coyness and she swung her legs off the bed at sat there legs apart, her glistening, used cunt staring me in the face. He pulled her back and started to fuck her again. They came. Master Hussein had her show her cunt again, it looked slacker, cum seeping from a now obvious hole. By the end of the night he fucked her twice more and I had cum without touching myself, which had not happened since a wet dream years ago.
Two days later and Suzanne has just finished telling me that she is feeling bloated, a sign she is about to come on, when Master Hussein phoned to tell Suzanne he wanted to use her cunt. Suzanne has never been regular and we are disappointed she won't be pregnant this month. Suzanne strips where she is stood and asks me to put her clothes in the wash basket. I glare at her and ask her why she didn't tell him there wasn't any point him coming because she wasn't going to get pregnant just before her period. She called me a moron and reminded me of Master Hussein's rules and added hurtfully that she was looking forward to being royally screwed by Tahir. She added that it would be nice to have a non-babymaking fuck and that she wanted to taste his cum and feel it lubricating her tonsils. Suzanne has never swallowed my cum. I protested and she told me "Look Jake, it was all your fantasy. You went on about it so much it became my fantasy too. To be honest Jake, having a really good fucking from Tahir the other night has reminded me how poor you are at sex. Even after Tahir has finished with me and we have a baby I am not sure how often I will need a fucking from you. I love you Jake and the baby will need you as it's man but I may not need you in my bed. You called me a slut and a whore the other night while Tahir was inside me even though I was doing what you wanted me to do, well Jake you sowed the seeds, O sorry, sowing seeds is not really your forte is it, well sit back and I will show you how much of a slut I can be."
I was crying when Master Hussein arrived and sent me to my relaxing bag. I was still crying when his first load of the night slid down Suzanne's throat.
After Master Hussein emptied his balls into Suzanne's cunt, some fifty minutes later, I was allowed out of my relaxing bag to make some refreshments for them. When I came back to the bedroom Suzanne was once again sucking his cock. He lay there in my bed as though Suzanne was his, as of course she was now, mind and body. He motioned me back to my relaxing bag. Minutes later he shot into Suzanne's willing mouth again, this time without warning her her was cumming. Suzi almost gagged, leaned over the side of the bed, and spit hid cum straight onto my cheek and into my hair. Master Hussein looked over and laughed. As I went to move my hand to wipe myself he told me to leave it where it was and keep my hands inside the relaxing bag. I knew my wife had been fucked by a lot of men before we met, starting with her own brother in a semi **** and that she had even been gang fucked in her youth but since we met she has been so staid, so prudish. Anyone listening and watching them tonight though would think that they were the couple in love and not me and Suzanne. This wasn't my fantasy. I thought I would be able to watch, to sometimes join in. I thought Suzi might fall a bit for her lover but not as completely or as quickly as she has. I thought that Suzanne would fuck me sometimes despite Master Hussein's rules. I have lost control of my fantasy.
Today is now exactly a week since Master Hussein entered our house or rather since he entered my wife and he has just made a quick visit to use Suzanne, who, as is becoming the norm, was more than thrilled that he called. She was undressing whilst still talking to him on the phone. She didn't tell him she was reding though because she didn't want to put him off. I reminded her that he may want anal instead and she said she was mentally prepared for that. When the doorbell rang she rushed to greet him. I was sent to my relaxing bag as they kissed. Suzanne told him that she was reding, I heard him say that he wanted her kneeling on the edge of the bed. I could see his trousers around his ankles and I could hear Suzanne gasp as her anal cherry was taken. Master Hussein told her to rub her clit and her moans grew louder as she did. Suzanne cried out to God as she felt Master Hussein fill her arse with spunk which was quickly followed by her own cumming. Master Hussein ordered Suzanne to kneel on the floor to suck him with her arse in view of my face. I could see drips of his cum oozing from her while she eagerly swallowed his dark meat. I couldn't believe she allowed him to take his cock from her anus and put it into her mouth. Master Hussein came in her mouth just at the moment a large globule of his cum dripped from her onto the carpet. It was as though what he had just unloaded into her mouth had passed straight though her.
He has gone now and we have argued. I want her to stop fucking him and she won't and that even if she did that I wouldn't be fucking her anytime soon.
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