A Hotwife’s First Thick Bull part 1 of 2
My Forbidden Creampie Adventure
“Ever since I saw those pics on your dating profile, I knew you were a size queen hotwife just waiting to get ruined on some real dick.”
I still can’t believe it actually happened! Just thinking about that night with Jason gets me all tingly down there. I’d fantasized for years about sampling a real bull’s cock after seeing so much of that porn, but I could never go through with it. Until my trip to Tampa for that work conference…
I was browsing dating apps just to window shop as usual. That’s when Jason’s profile caught my eye — those bold pics left nothing to the imagination! His cock was fucking ridiculous, no lie. I mean, easily 9 inches long and ridiculously thick. Just staring at that beautiful ebony monster made my pussy gush.
I started creeping more, practically drooling over the idea of taking that thing for a spin. All those close-up shots showing every glorious vein and that mushroom head… I got so turned on, I had to sneak away and rub one out, imagining how deliciously I’d be stretched! A total size queen moment, haha.
Anyway, I knew I had to shoot my shot while in Tampa. Jason was definitely down to making my hotwife fantasy a reality too. We made plans to meet up at his place after my conference ended that week. I was such a nervous wreck the whole time leading up to it! But I was also crazy excited.
When the night finally came, I made sure to wear a sexy little dress without panties, just in case things heated up quickly. As soon as Jason opened the door, I could feel myself getting drenched. His cock looked even bigger in person, straining against those basketball shorts.
He wasted no time pulling me inside and pinning me against the wall, grinding that package into me. I reached down to finally wrap my hand around that thick shaft — it was like a bucket of warm, soft serve, stretching my fingers wide! Feeling how hard and heavy it felt in my hands was just indescribable.
I immediately dropped to my knees, desperate to taste that amazing cock. Wrapping my lips around the thick mushroom head, I moaned at the musky taste and velvety texture. Jason groaned as I swirled my tongue along the ridge, gently teasing him.
“Ah fuck, you weren’t kidding about being a little cock worshipper,” he rumbled, tangling his fingers in my hair. “Now let’s see how much of this dick you can really handle, hotwife.” With a wicked grin, I opened wide and inched forward, filling up my greedy mouth inch by delicious inch.
The spongy heat stretched me so wide that my jaw was already feeling sore. But the sight of his shaft disappearing between my lips spurred me onward like a junkie chasing that dragon.
I bobbed hungrily, drool sputtering around the fat cock stuffing me, massaging that wonderful girth with my tongue. My small hands could barely wrap around the girthy base. Each time I buried my nose against his pelvis, that musky scent overwhelmed me, and I had to stifle a gag.
“Aw yeah, take it nice and slow at first, sexy,” Jason purred, firmly gripping a handful of my hair to guide the tempo. “Get that pretty little mouth nice and relaxed for me.”
I whimpered around his cock, the vibrations making him shudder. Having this bull in full control, using me for his pleasure — it was better than any fantasy! My panties were soaked through as he slowly face-fucked me.
After letting me slobber all over his pole for a few long minutes, Jason suddenly pulled free with a lewd pop. I whined desperately, trying to recapture that amazing cock, but he chuckled darkly. “Don’t worry, little slut. I’m nowhere near done stretching out those hot little holes.”
Taking me by the arm, Jason hauled me up and slammed his mouth against mine, shoving his thick tongue past my slack lips to taste himself. I melted against his powerful frame, tiny and overwhelmed by his sheer masculinity.
Our harsh breathing filled the air as Jason’s questing hands groped me roughly through the thin dress. He broke the hungry kiss to yank the flimsy garment up over my head, leaving me stark naked before his roving gaze.
“Mmm…gonna enjoy breaking in this tight little body,” he growled lecherously, giving my modest breasts a firm squeeze. “Such a pretty hotwife slut.”
I preened at the rough praise, nipples stiffening under his calloused palms. Jason bent to lick one into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the peak until I was squirming. His finger found my drenched slit, circling my sensitive bud teasingly.
“You’re absolutely dripping for this dick, aren’t you?” He rumbled, rubbing firm circles over my throbbing clit. “Should have known a size queen like you would cream herself stupid over a real bull cock.”
“Oh god, yes. Please, I need it so bad!” I mewled shamelessly, feeling that molten lust cloud my senses.
In one fluid motion, Jason hooked his big hands behind my thighs and lifted me clean off the floor. I instinctively wrapped my legs around his narrow waist as he carried me to the bedroom, our mouths fused in a sloppy clash of tongues and teeth.
He unceremoniously dumped me onto the rumpled sheets, that monster cock bobbing heavily inches from my face. Not wasting a second, I greedily lapped along the underside, kitty-licking from those heavy balls up to the weeping tip.
“Such a thirsty little cockwhore!” Jason laughed darkly, tangling his fingers in my hair again. “Why don’t you open up that greedy married pussy for me?”
I eagerly spread my thighs, shamelessly exposing my soaked, pink slit. He licked his full lips hungrily as I openly masturbated for him, dipping two fingers into my molten core. The wet sounds alone had his cock jerking impatiently.
“Oh fuck, yeah. Get that tight cunt nice and ready for me, slut.”
As I eagerly fingered my dripping slit on display, working myself into a desperate frenzy, Jason crawled over me on the bed like a predator stalking its prey. His piercing gaze roamed unabashedly over my flushed, trembling body.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been craving a nasty little married slut like you,” he rumbled, nuzzling against the soft skin of my inner thighs. “Ever since I saw those pics on your dating profile, I knew you were a size queen hotwife just waiting to get ruined on some real dick.”
His words sent a delicious shiver down my spine, making me wantonly arch my back and whimper. Part of me still couldn’t believe this was actually happening — that I was really about to get split wide open by this brutally thick bull of a man.
Sensing my eager desperation, Jason chuckled darkly and slowly dragged the flat of his talented tongue along my inner folds with firm pressure. The rough muscle slithered through my slick arousal, teasing every silken inch.
“Oh fuck, you taste even better than I imagined,” he groaned, lapping up my tangy essence with undisguised relish. “Such a ripe little peach, dripping all over the sheets…”
I writhed and fisted the sheets, overcome with delirious pleasure as he meticulously explored my sensitive flesh with his wicked mouth and dexterous fingers. No one had ever taken such patience in slowly unraveling me like this before. Least of all, my sweet but reserved husband is back home.
“Please, Jason… I can’t take much more teasing!” I finally keened, tangling my fingers through his thick dreads. “I need that huge fucking cock inside me now!”
With a rumbling laugh, Jason abruptly pulled back and crawled up until that beautiful ebony slab of meat was looming over my face. A pearly bead of pre-cum oozed from the swollen tip, tantalizing my senses.
“Well, since you asked so nicely, slut.”
Gripping his impressive shaft by the base, he smeared that lewd bead of arousal along the seam of my lips, making me instinctively open up and capture the fat head on my greedy tongue. As I greedily sucked on the velvet steel of Jason’s cock head, losing myself in the musky aroma and silky heat, he groaned deeply from somewhere primal within his broad chest. His usually confident mask slipped ever so slightly, revealing a hint of awe and reverence.
“Fuuuck, you really were made to worship Big Dick, weren’t you?” He growled in strained wonder. “Taking it like you were born for this…”
My eyelashes fluttered at the rough praise, feeling a perverse swell of pride at pleasing this undeniably alpha male. So often in our bedroom romps, I had to bite my lip and tamp down my darker cravings as my sweet husband strived to bring me tenderly to climax. But with Jason, I could fully embrace my deepest desires as the ravenous slut I truly was.
With renewed vigor, I hollowed out my cheeks and bobbed with wanton abandon, slobbering noisily over his thick pole until spit and precum slicked the obscene length. A stray hand crept down to diddle my swollen pearl, coaxing out fresh gushes of arousal that soaked the bed beneath me.
Above me, Jason’s eyes burned with pure lust, his strong jaw clenched as he struggled to maintain control. His breaths came in harsh pants as I took him deeper into my welcoming mouth. When the bulbous tip nudged against the back of my throat, I released an utterly shameless whimper of joy.
For all his self-assured bravado, I could see the cracks in that armor now — the way his hips impulsively jerked, instinctively chasing that exquisite heat and suction. His thick fingers fisted the sheets as if he could barely restrain himself from grabbing my head and truly taking what he craved.
And I wanted it more than anything. To fully embrace my base desires and be utterly used for this virile bull’s pleasure. To finally satiate the ravenous slut constantly bubbling below my surface. To feel that spine-arching intensity of being split apart on his brutally thick cock…
With a guttural groan torn from the depths of his soul, Jason suddenly pulled free and rolled onto his back, leaving a ropy strand of spit and precum dangling from my swollen lips. Before I could protest the loss, he yanked me on top of him, breasts heaving in anticipation.
“No more teasing,” he growled, gripping that magnificent ebony rod and guiding the slick tip to my entrance. “Time to give this nasty little cumbucket what she really wants.”
With those gruff words, Jason firmly gripped my hips and began easing me down upon that stunningly thick cock — and holy hell, the stretch was already intense. I tossed my head back with a trembling moan as just the bulbous head popped past my fluttering entrance.
“Oh, fuck, you’re so goddamn big!” I gasped through clenched teeth, trying to adjust to the incredible girth spearing me open inch by delicious inch.
Despite the slight burn, my pussy hungrily throbbed and clenched around the divine intrusion. It was like my body recognized its purpose as a sheath for this superior cock.
Below me, Jason grunted in strained pleasure. “That’s it, sexy. Take what that greedy married cunt was made for. Stuff yourself full of big black bull.”
I whimpered shamelessly, drinking in his filthy words of encouragement like a lifeline. With my belly clenched and my thighs trembling, I gradually impaled myself until, finally — finally! — I bottomed out with his pelvis crushed against mine.
We shared a moment frozen in time, our harsh pants and the creak of the bed filling the air. My heart thundered in my ears as I savored the exquisite stretch, feeling utterly deliciously ruined in the best way possible.
“How’s it feel to be so fucking full?” Jason rumbled with a cocky smirk, giving an experimental roll of his hips that sent shockwaves through me. “This is what you need, you nasty little hotwife?” “Oh god, yes, yes!” I mewled without an ounce of shame. “It’s everything I dreamed of — you’re so fucking big, split me open!”
He barked out a laugh, gripping my hips tight enough to bruise as he suddenly jackhammered up into me. The broad crown battered against my cervix with each punishing thrust, leaving me lightheaded and drooling around garbled mewls of ecstasy.
“That’s right, take it all, you greedy slut!” Jason growled, sweat beading along his chiseled jawline as he used me as a masturbatory sheath for his pleasure. “Such a pathetic size queen, gagging for a real bull’s cock to wreck you…”
I couldn’t formulate a coherent response beyond incoherent moans and whimpers, my tits bouncing heavily with the force of his merciless rhythm. Every nerve was alight with indescribable bliss, and, true to form, my inner masochist reveled at being used so thoroughly for this stud’s enjoyment.
At some point, my nails found purchase in his heaving pecs, anchoring me through the maelstrom of sensations that threatened to overwhelm me entirely. Part of me still couldn’t believe this was reality — that I was actually getting rearranged on this monster of a cock in the most deliciously obscene way imaginable.
Our mingled juices and heady musk of sex permeated the air, thick enough to choke on. But for a hotwife slut like me, those intoxicating aromas were simply ambrosia.
Even as Jason jackhammered up into my stuffed cunt with relentless force, savagely using me like his personal fleshlight, there was an unmistakable profoundness to the moment that transcended mere casual fucking.
Our gazes locked in the heat of passion, stripped bare in more ways than one. In those blown wide pupils ringed by smokey desire, I saw the unapologetic hunger of the alpha male finally allowed to take what he craved without restraint or filter. And in my own eyes, Jason surely saw the depths of my dark yearnings finally embraced and sated.
We truly saw one another in that raw, primal state — the projected bravado and coy teasing falling away to reveal our unvarnished, carnal selves. The nasty little hotwife whore and the brutishly virile bull whose thick cock was made to conquer. This was the real us in our purest forms.
Part 2 coming real soon. Until then, here’s one very HOT bonus story: