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Meeting Our Black Bull Part 1

It was midday Sunday a few weeks ago and we were lounging around enjoying the time before another week of work. My husband had been on the computer on and off all day while I was watching TV and swiping though fb and pinterest. He came into the living room rather abruptly with a grin and asked "bunny, would you feel like playing today?", his code for anything involving a black guy. I was a bit reluctant, unplanned and the day before going back to work seemed like an inconvenience more then a good opportunity but his glee was worth it. I responded "well yes if you want too.." He had me go look at a Craigslist posting he had responded too earlier in the week, an ad for a m4mw black bull, available for couples and there were two duplicates m4m and m4w (always a bit freaky to think about). He listed himself as older ad said 50+, dominant and hung, a grainy dark photo attached of his cock wasn't clear enough to give a good indication. My husband had responded with a few photos of me, all tame, I'm not one for getting my picture taken let alone anything revealing. A response took a few days but since Friday he had been conversing with my husband on and off regularly saying he could host, but on short notice, I assumed be was in a relationship or traveled frequently. Reading through the conversation he had made clear he was dominant, and had requested my husband not be involved "be a good boy and sit in the corner". As it became clear my husband wasnt a fake the poster had requested some specifics of my attire and given a time and location, another 30 minute drive and meeting at a motel. I went to hop in the shower as my husband dropped our son off to Nana's, not far from us. I went about getting ready.

The dominant black bull I had been offered too asked my husband if I was hairy, and after responding "she can be what you want her to be" he responded back he wanted a "smooth bald kitty, nice and innocent looking."

In the shower I took my time and shaved my legs and swiped away my small patch of red fur, its always odd contorting to get a good vantage to make sure I'm hairless hence why I usually leave at least a patch, but I had been promised in a certain condition and I made sure he would get what he wanted. I finished showering and by the time I finished my husband had placed the requested outfit in the bathroom, I could see the theme being pursued, twin white hair scrunchies, a pair of white lacey thong panties, string hip straps and only a small open triangle on the butt, a matching Lacey whitepushup bra, and two pieces of a bedroom costume he had gotten me, a micro mini tartan skirt and a front tie closure white blouse. I was going to be playing a schoolgirl.

I blow dried my hair and put it up in twin high pigtails, honestly they made me feel stupid and I didn't even like them when I was 6 but I can't help the fetish of others. I put on a thick coat of ruby red lipstick and did a thicker application if makeup. Putting my uniform on the skirt was more like a belt, and the hip straps of the thong were visible over the top of the skirt, the blouse was tight and coupled with the pushup bra had me spilling out. White knee highs and black flats in place for the Mary Jane's, I doused myself in the usual cocktail of perfume and we were off. My husband was telling me a few more of the responses and got a more serious tone as he said "if you don't feel comfortable with something let me know I will step in..." An odd comment given his usual go along with whatever attitude. The location was a dive, a 6 room motel straight out of the 60's with a neon "no" in front if the vacancy sign that had never been lit up. Hourly rates advertised and only two other cars in the lot, we pulled up next to a rough looking ford and stepped out of the car, my long coat keeping me inconspicuous, the warmth a nice break from this harsh winter.

My husband knocked on the door and we heard a yell back "its open" through the paper thin front wall. He opened it and we both strained to see inside, the bright day made the room look cavelike and it took a moment as we stepped inside to make out his figure sitting in the lone chair in the extremely small room. A queen size bed with vintage comforter flanked by a small table and lamp, and a tc stand with an old box set another standing lamp were the only furnishings. My husband asked "I assume you are Andre?", he said back already sounding angry "the fuck you think it is, I told you where I'd be", as he got up and walked towards us, in his boxers and a wife beater he was massive, a head above my husband and head I looked straight at his chest. Heavy set, for his frame he was probably apppaching 300#. He eyes me up, admiring his new little white toy, he smiled like he just won a prize. He turned towards my husband and said "go sit in yo corner" it was an exhilarating demand, putting my husband in his place mere moments after we walked in. He put his large hand on my shoulder stroking my chin with his thumb as he said softer "you wanna get fucked by your master donch you". I replied back "yes" as soft and his hand quickly released my shoulder and gently slapped my cheek "yes master he said", I swiftly repeated "yes master". He smiled again running his hand on my face placing a finger in my mouth feeling the red gloss and my soft lip. He adjusted his hand into a pointing gesture and said "open up", as quickly as he said it he pushed his finger into my mouth, it was swift and unexpected. He moved it in and out, touching the back of my tongue, his finger tasted gritty. He grabbed the right hair on the back of my head and forced me to Bob forward and back on his finger, he was using me.

My breasts were heaving as he forced my head forward and back, his finger was large and he was being so rough with me I could only imagine what was in store.

He removed his finger and bent down to kiss me, I hadnt kissed a man besides my husband since we were married and it felt bad, he was sloppy, licking my lips and biting at me, I kept my mouth closed as his tongue lashed at me trying to spread me open. I reached down and felt for his manhood trying to get him to focus on something else but as I did he slapped my cheek again, slightly harder. "Did I tell you to touch me" he said gruffly. He put his strong hands on my shoulders and pushed me down, forcing me to my knees. He towered over me, twice as tall as me while I was on my knees, even the bulge in his boxers was slightly over my eye level. He told me to close my eyes, I did as he said.a hand on my forehead tilted my head back, and I felt the warm sensation of flesh on my cheek, it was heavy and I could smell it, musty slightly sour, he was laying his cock on my face.

I heard him tell my husband "go turn those lights on I wanna see this bitch" leaving his cock resting on my face as he ordered my husband around, I heard two clicks and a flip as the two lamps and an overhead light sprang to life, I could see the yellow glow through my eye lids but dare not to open my eyes. I felt like he owned us at that point, here I was kneeling at his feet having primped and dressed for his desires, he was ordering my husband around while his big black cock rested on my face, he hasn't even taken the time to shower in what I would say was several days. I held my eyes closed and all of a sudden from above me I heard the unmistakable sound of a digital shutter flicking. I panicked, opening my eyes into the brightness of the room the heft of his cock still on my face I squinted and made out the phone in his hands, mine was in the car and this one was clearly not my husbands. Never had we taken photos or videos of our encounters with anyone, too much dear of it effecting our loves. Here I was captured in a photo knealing with a big black cock on my face.

I immediately pulled my head away, his big cock falling with a slap. Looking at my husband with anger on my face "Did you tell him he could take photos of me?", Andre grabbed the back of my head with his hand and pulled me forward harder then I could fight he pressed my face against his thigh as my husband responded "no of course not, we have talked about this..." Andre said sternly "Ima take photos of you or we ain't doin' this..." Holding my head against him I continued staring at my husband as he said "are you going to share them or what?", he responded "naah they for me, I won't share em". I finally pulled myself away and waited as I thought about it. I felt violated and degraded, like I was this black mans toy now and his to enjoy anytime he wanted, but I didn't want to end this if he was honestly taking them for himself.

He grabbed his heavy black cock and held it out straight at me, he looked down at me and said "kiss my fuckin dick you little white bitch." I didn't debate it, for some reason I felt like obeying him, completely. I puckered my glossy red lips and kissed the side of his swollen tip, leaving a fine red imprint from my lipstick on his black flesh.

I was angry that my picture had been taken at all let alone in such a compromising position, but oddly I was mentally directing it at my husband, he had set this up, he had seen what this black guy was doing. I took my anger out on him by kissing the tip of this black cock passionately. Unlike when he tried to kiss my lips this felt natural and sexy, I packed him gently, leaving red stands as I traced my lips around him. Sticking my tongue out and tasting the stretched seam between his shaft and the head of his penis, salty and sour like dried sweat. My tongue flicked along this ridge, his hand found its way to the back of my head, guiding me but letting me move as I wanted, his other hand hovering up still holding the phone facing down at me, I had hear the volume chimjng down and he had it on silent now, snapping pictures without me knowing as I kissed his dick.

I'm kissing his black cock head, licking the seam around it tasting his grossness, the consistency is slime and I imagine his balls are covered with it. My anger is building into passion as he begins forcing my head around, he takes his big black cock away from my mouth, he grips the hair on the back of my head and I strain to get my lips back on him, I know he is trying to make me feel denied. He says looking down at me, "do you want that dick back?", I look up pouting as I say "yes please...", he says "yes what?", and I wuixky correct myself "yes master" as he forced my head forward quickly sliding his cock on my lips. I glance at my husband I notice he has pulled his small white dick out and is masturbating watching me. Andre sets his phone down and grabs his dick, turning my head as he begins raining his penis down on my face slapping my lips. It stings he is hiring me so hard, watching his black cock striking me, pounding against my face I feel myself tingle.

He abruptly stops slapping my face with his dick and says "open your fucking mouth", I quickly ablige him and he guides the tip of his massive black cock between my waiting lips, puffy now from the dick slapping. I strain to open my mouth wide enough for him as he forces himself in, he is rough and dominant in every way, his strength pushing the back of my head forward as his other hand guides his black cock inside my lips. He spreads my mouth open to accommodate his size, it feels like he is the size of a soda can. He wastes no time using my mouth, he begins forcing himself in and out fitting more of his black dick in my mouth every thrust and quickly he begins jabbing the back of my throat. My eyes are weathering along with my pussy, he grabs my pigtails and pulls my head down as he bucks his hips forward, I'm feeling him fucm my mouth and I'm enjoying it, he uses me to pleasure himself. I feel as I begin to loose drool from the corner of my mouth and I cough pulling my head back to avoid my gag reflex firing, he let's me back my bead up only momentarily before he slides his dick back in, its abusive and difficult for me to maintain.

He pounded away at my mouth for several moments, my spit running out of my mouth as I grabbed the back of his knees trying to brace for every forward thrust, I was keeping my eyes closed but they were watering sending black streaks of makeup done my cheeks. He suddenly grabbed my pigtail and pulled me up by it, first pushing me down on the bed and then spinning me around on my back with my head hanging over the side, he hovered over me as I looked at my husband upside down jerking himself off. The black man over me reached back and grabbed his phone again, pointing it downward at me splayed out on the bed my micro skirt mussed and my panties visible, I felt like my breasts were about to explode from my bra, he snapped a photo with the flash on. I reached my arm down and placed my middle finger on my pussy, sliding it up and down through my panties as he said roughly "yeah fuck that pussy for me baby". I did what he wanted and said back "yes master", he hovered over me jerking his big dick off watching me writhing as I massaged myself.

I was laying on my back spread out for my black bull, masturbating through my panties as he stroked his big black dick over me, my husband was jerking off in the corner. I heard Andres deep voice "show me dat bald kitty bitch..." I turned my attention back towards him, staring up at his powerful African cock jutting out from under his bulbous stomach, I assumed all of the super fit black bulls had adopted couples already so we were left with this cslibur. He was twice my age or more, and even being very tall was obese, his large belly would have dwarfed a smaller penis, a band of flab running around his waist but his all impressive black dick made up for it, glistening now in the light of the room from the saliva it stripped from my mouth, he was trimmed up nicely despite not being very clean, only two small patches of pubic hair on either side, heavy black balls wrinkled and sagging nagging ridiculously low from his age and I assumed the weight of a full load poised for my retrieval.

I slid both hands down, flipping up my micro tartan skirt for him, running my open hand over my mound slowly and grasping the left side of the triangular panel with my right fingertips, keeping it on my hips I pulled the fabric back with my right hand slowly, looking up at him as he fiddled for his phone again, I kept sliding my panties over, my pussy slowly exposed to him, I was wet and it was visible, my fluid permeating into the material and I too was glistening in the light as he snapped a photo of my most intimate region.

He reached down and swiped my hand away, pressing his large finger in between my lips, sliding up and down my slit gathering my excitement and bringing it up to his mouth, he tasted me like he was sampling an hors d'oeuvre. Slapping at his fingers with his tongue, he must have deemed me acceptable because he brought his hand back down swiping away at my pussy lips, I could feel how smooth I was my diligent shaving had pages off, his hands were crass feeling slightly callus as he played with my tight pink slit, I always look very compact, not sloppy or with anything hanging out and you had to spread me open to see anything past my putter lips. He grabbed his cock with his free hand and showed me the purpose for flipping me onto my back with my head over the bed, he wanted my throat open for his big black cock. He alid the tip of himself in my mouth and said angrily "open wide bitch, get ready for this nigga cock", he pierced roughly into my mouth, squatting and thrusting himself as he played with my vagina, nothing his fingers did seemed intentional, no rhythmic rppetitin just playing with my lips, slapping my engorged clit, sliding a digit up my slit all while sliding his big black dick in and out of my open mouth he began hitting as deeply as he had before but how I was oriented now allowed him to push farther, no rigid structure this way just the tightness of my throat which he pushed into.

I felt like a ragdoll, his cock thrusting in my mouth was sliding me up and down the bed slightly as he groped at my pussy, I was digging my thumb nail into my fingertips and scrunching my toes to keep from gagging, saliva was running up the side of my mouth dripping down and when he thrust hard his heavy balls slapped my forehead. I saw my husband spurting cum from his little white dick, must have been enjoying this so it was worth the discomfort. Roughly Andre tugged my blouse and bra down, my breasts sprung free, tightly restricted as he didn't remove anything just pulled it down. He pulled his cock almost entirely out, shoving it in my cheek bulging it out, he started slapping me, using my cheek to cushion his penis, it stung and he was slapping rapidly. Back to thrusting in and out his fat index finger moved lower in my slit, he curled it back and used the powerful force of his black dick in my mouth to skewer my pussy onto his finger. He pushed his finger in harder, it felt bigger then my husband's white pee pee and he quickly buried it, my wetness and smooth folds helping his digital penetration, he found my g-spot, swirling the tip of his finger o moaned into the black cock in my mouth

I gagged hard, I felt my body shudder and my throat spasm around his big black dick, my reflex kicked in and I tried to move my head away but he had me pinned against the side of the bed, I was coughing around his length but he held himself inside me feeling my gag reflex. After a few seconds he pulled his cock out of my mouth, spit and mucus running from my mouth, dripping of the end of his cock. He pulled his finger from inside me and spun me around again I felt like a ragdoll, he moved me so my ass was on the corner of the bed and I knew he wanted to take my pussy. I didn't k ow what my husband had promised him, was this supposed to be a blowjob or had he said I was willing to be fucked.

My mind was racing as he hovered in front of me jerking his big black dick off, I was running through one of the last things I read here before we left posted by another person asking if I had ever thought about becoming pregnant by a black man, my husband had a vasectomy but I was still reproductively capable, this black man was twice my age but he may still have been very potent, what would happen if he came inside Mex what would I have to do, what would my husband and I do... My puasy was aching for him, his rough treatment of my mouth had me craving the same rough treatment as he split me open. I had tasted pretty seminal fluid already and I knew if he slipped inside me even without coming it may impregnante me.

He moved himself closer, pressing the tip of his swollen black dick into my putter lips, I could feel his smooth head, covered in my spit cooled by the air now but his engorged manhood was warm. He had a hand on his dick and he wiggled it against me, mixing my spit with my excitement, I pushed my legs together and pushed him back as I said "no please don't... I'm not on birth control and i don't want to get pregnant" despite wanting so much to feel him take me, spreading me open inch by inch I couldn't at that moment stand the idea of a stranger let alone a black man cumming inside me. He seemed angry but understanding as I continued "anything else you want..."