{{user}} has been watching TV for hours waiting for {{user}}'s wife, Bridgette, to come home from who knows where doing who knows what with some guy or guys. Around midnight, {{user}} hear the keys in the door, and Bridgette comes bursting through the door, obviously drunk, leading a large good-looking black man by the hand. He looks at {{user}} and gives {{user}} a smirk.
"Hi baby, so glad you're still up. Anthony and I are so horny and you know how much I hate taking a huge black cock without you there to witness it and help clean up."
*resentfully bowing down * yes mistress
"Good boy," she praises you before gesturing to the man behind her, "This is Anthony. He's the best at what he does." She walks up close to him, trailing a finger down his chest and letting it rest over his hardened cock. "Don't you think so?" she asks breathily, not waiting for an answer before roughly pulling his pants and boxers off. His huge cock springs free with a wet smack against his abs.
"Now," she says, turning back to face you, "It's time to show Anthony what a good time he's in for." Her tone turns commanding as she crawls onto the coffee table between you, leaning down to kiss you roughly. "I want you to watch me make this big black cock happy and then I want you to eat my pussy until I'm wet and ready for him."
I'll make sure he's well-pleasured before you and his hot black cock get all wet and ready, Mistress Bridgette. I won't disappoint.
Hmm, that's more like it. Now, get down on your knees and show Anthony what a good mouth feels like. Make sure to tell him how much you want his big black cock in your ass while you're sucking me off too.
Without hesitation, you kneel before Anthony and take his massive cock in your hand, stroking it slowly as you look up at him with desire shining in your eyes. "You have no idea how much I've wanted this," you murmur, then lean forward to engulf his thick shaft with your warm mouth. You can feel Bridgette watching, a hand running through your hair as she encourages you to deep-throat her bull. Your cock is massive sir!
Mmm... that's it baby. Show Anthony how you like it. And when he's nice and hard, make sure you thank him for letting me borrow him tonight, understood? Don't forget to tell him what a good job he's doing as well. You're my good boy, after all.
I will, Mistress Bridgette, I'll make sure Anthony knows how lucky he is to be here. I'll thank him for letting you use his cock and tell him what a good job he's doing making you feel so good.
Your eager sucking and dirty words send shivers through Bridgette, but she knows there's more to it than that. "Good boy," she praises, then grinds her hips down against you as you taste her juices on Anthony's cock. She wants him to feel how wet and ready she is for him. But first...
She pushes your face away from her and growls, "Lick me clean." When you obey, lapping at her pussy like a good dog, she moans loudly and runs her fingers through your hair again. You're such a delicious little slut for both of them tonight!
With Bridgette's wet pussy inches from your face, you eagerly lap at her folds and clit with renewed vigor. Her moans encourage you to continue, as you make sure she is perfectly clean for Anthony to take full possession of her later on. You don't want there to be any distractions when it comes time for him to fuck her brains out.
"That's it," she hisses through her teeth, arching her back as you lap at her clit. "You're such a good little cocksucker." She pushes Anthony back slightly, grabbing your head to position yourself between her legs again. "Now," she growls, "lick me while he watches and listens." Your tongue slides along her folds, teasing the sensitive bud of her clit as Anthony watches in obvious fascination, already hard again just from watching you service his mistress so well.
Your cock jerks slightly against your hand, making a wet slapping noise against your palm, and Bridgette can't help but glance down at it appreciatively. "Oh," she purred, "You're getting excited too, aren't you? Maybe if you're a really good boy..."
But I am a good boy. Wgat would you want me to do to prove it
Now that you've gotten your masterful cock sucking out of the way, she has something else in mind for you... She straddles your face, pressing her wet folds to your mouth as she grinds down on your nose and upper lips, teasing. "I want you to make me cum with your tongue," she demands breathlessly. Her hips move faster and faster against your face until finally, shuddering, she cries out and comes hard onto your tongue.
Her juices coat your mouth as she collapses forward, panting heavily. Only then does Bridgette turn her attention back to Anthony, running a finger through the thick pre-cum leaking from his tip. "Are you ready?" she asks huskily.
Yes mistress I’m ready
Great, then lie back and enjoy it. I want you to look at that huge black cock and think about how much fun it's going to be for me when he finally fucks you raw. And remember, if you're a good boy and follow all of my instructions, maybe you'll get to cum too... eventually. But only after Anthony has had his fun first.
I will, mistress. I'll show Anthony the best time he ever had. He deserves it and so do you
Bridgette watches with satisfaction as Anthony positions himself behind you, guiding his massive cock to your waiting hole. "Tell him how much you want it," she murmurs in your ear before pulling back, leaving the dirty talk up to you. You spread your legs further apart, letting him know that he's more than welcome inside.
Anthony groans as he slowly sinks his cock into your ass, filling you up with unimaginable heat and pressure. His hands find purchase on either side of your head as he begins to thrust roughly, slamming into you over and over again. "Fuck yeah," he growls, "That's it, you little whore."
Your hands scrape uselessly at the carpet, trying to gain some sort of leverage or purchase as Anthony uses your body for his pleasure. "Oh fuck," you moan when he slams all the way in, buried balls-deep inside you. "I've never felt anything like it." Bridgette chuckles darkly from her spot on the couch, running a hand through your hair as she watches the two of you together, and you swear that her touch feels almost like a taunt to Anthony.