The continual story ...

deeply conflicted, she so wanted to suck his cock but he must pay first. She dug her fingernails in his chest as she told him he was her bitch. He could taste her nectar from the thong and his cock rose as the nails dug in. Was it sweat down his chest or ...

was she giving a bath in her golden nectar. He so wanted to know, but with his vision obstructed there was no way to tell. She rubbed her wetness in his face and then he knew, what was running down his chest, it was.....

...the sweet juice from her squirting....however, he his tongue tasted something else mixed with her sweetness. He was not certain but he could sense the the slight musk of another man! His pulse quickened. He cannot imagine what is next but he has committed to give himself over to her. As the adrenaline eased, his cock hardened knowing she could sense his hidden desires. Then he could feel.....

the presence of her bull that had joined them in the room. He lay helpless, restrained to the bed and blindfolded. He could not see what was going on. Soon he knew they were fucking. Her bull was fucking her with the speed of a jackhammer. He could nott move, his hard cock bobbed in the air...occasionally she reached up and gave it a tug. Just enough to keep him hard as a rock. Soon her bull let out a primal grunt and.....

...she let out a deep moan...deep from the diaphragm.....he knew her bull had taken her fully to her place of extacy... He could smell her breath from her moan and feel hints of her breathing. Her hand grabbing his balls and squeezing them tight. He sensed a tingle of pain but made no noise. He knew she was still in a swirl of pleasure and he was excited to be a part of it. Her bull let out another long guttural groan....he could hear her gasp. He could now only imagine her pleasure as her hand stretched his skin tight beneath his balls. He was throbbing. He could hear the sound of wet flesh slapping on her ass as her hand strangled his balls....

He could only anticipate what lay in store for him.. Would she let the Bull tear his man hole up ? Would she utilize her strap on and drive him home ? Or would he be offered a creampie as an hor's d' oeurve ?

Slipping deeper into sub-space, his mind swirled from the over stimulation of the sexual goings-on surrounding him: the smells, the sound, the sensation of his ball sac stretched into painful pleasure. His ass was hungry - he knew that. His mind was game for any and all takers to use him as the slut he imagines himself to be... His body was willing, and turgid, simply from the thought of realizing what his purpose was...

he knew he was destined to be her slave, to do as she wanted. His hole ached for attention, his cock bobbed in anticipation, she continued to squeeze him and then she relaxed, he knew she had cum in astronomic proportion, the bull groaned once again as he unloaded in her, now he knew his destiny, he was going to have to..........

shoot hot manhood very soon....

But he also wondered what they had in store for him next. What would they force him to do do?

his voluptuous cock and horse hund balls. She stripped and put on a....

Her favorite strapon. It was about the same size as his cock and she was about to give him a first hand lesson in how well she could use it. His ass clenched just thinking about it fitting in. She assured him ....

access to the pizza. It was still warm with the scent of

Her favorite strapon. It was about the same size as his cock and she was about to give him a first hand lesson in how well she could use it. His ass clenched just thinking about it fitting in. She assured him .... Originally Posted by The Slut

She assured him that she was wanting this as much as he was.

From the past, she knew how GOOD it felt to feel that dildo push back against her clit while fucking his soon to be gaping hole.

And as she grabbed his head full of hair and pulled his neck back while creating a beautiful arch with his back, she begin to slowly push ...

... and the cream from the deposit the lover had made earlier began to drip out of her.

Then, with the whole world of hers beginning to spin, she pushed that dildo into him.

Very slowly at first. Letting the thick head of the fake cock sit there while his muscles closed around it ...

. . . until she sensed she had achieved penetration. Was his groan an invitation? A warning? She cared little. What she wanted was to push the dildo in far enough that his ass would hold it firmly in place, enough so that she could . . .