A Hotwife’s First Thick Bull part 2 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.”
Trust me on this, you need to read Part One:
My nails dug harsh crimson furrows down his glistening muscles as the rough glide of his girth punishingly hilted inside me over and over until stars burned in my vision. But still, I arched and took it all, at the mercy of his primal lust and reveling in it.
“You love this, don’t you slut?” Jason’s gravelly growl vibrated straight to my core. “Love feeling that big black dick wreaking your tight fuckholes.”
“Yes, yesss!” I cried out tremblingly, throwing my head back in shameless rapture. “Oh god, I’m your nasty little slut…your horny hotwife made to take bull cock!”
An utterly depraved grin flickered across his features at my debased admission — the final shred of propriety and shame ripped away. We both were far beyond such polite pretenses now.
“That’s right, you depraved whore,” he rumbled hotly, slapping my ass hard enough to sting and jiggle my cheeks. “My newest fucksleeve to use and fill whenever I please!”
The words whipped me into a frenzy as we surrendered completely to our lascivious dual roles. My hips shamelessly churned in wanton circles, grinding frantically to chase that elusive precipice. Every nerve sizzled with heightened sensitivity, and seductive tingles spread along my skin.
Knowingly, Jason wrapped a large hand around the slender column of my throat, not choking but sending a tantalizing tremor of danger along my spine. My answering whimper of rapture seemed to embolden him as he pulled me down flush, growling coarsely against my fluttering pulse.
“Gonna drain these heavy nuts so fuckin’ deep inside your creamy pussy…pump you so full of thick seed you’ll be leaking me for days.” His guttural promise lit fresh wildfires in my entrails, dragging me swiftly headlong towards oblivion. “That’s what cock-starved married sluts want, ain’t it?”
“Yes, Jason! Give me every drop. I want your hot, big load so fucking bad!” I keened, mindlessly thrashing against him like a bitch rabid with heat. “Fill up your hotwife with that huge fucking bull dick; make me yours!”
With a spine-chilling roar straight from his core, Jason arched up and somehow forced his monumental cock even deeper inside me as he followed through on his lurid vow.
As Jason’s thick bull cock relentlessly speared into my spasming depths, the sweat-slicked slide of our bodies and obscene wet noises echoed through the bedroom. Yet amid the unbridled carnal frenzy, a profound intimacy blossomed in the shared eye contact and subtle nuances of our dance.
His calloused palms roamed the curves of my body with possessive reverence. Tracing the swell of my bouncing breasts, the barely-there swell of my belly, and the flare of my hips, I savor every inch like a cartographer mapping uncharted lands.
Those piercing eyes locked on mine with an intense blend of naked hunger and wonder, as if I were the most enthralling enigma he’d ever encountered. And in those heated depths, I glimpsed flashes of raw vulnerability normally shielded by his cocksure bravado.
For this brutally virile man who surely had his pick of willing admirers, there was something unusually reverent in how he worshiped my body — his calloused hands fluent in an ancient language of veneration. Each graze and caress spoke volumes unspoken about how he cherished this opportunity to experience the divine feminine.
And with each drawn-out stroke, burying that magnificent ebony tower to the hilt, I too peeled away my own layers of reserve and shame. The girlish cant of my hips invited him deeper into my very core, eager to be claimed and possessed at my most elemental level. My whimpers and breathy cries were the sacred mantras of sexual transcendence.
This joining was more than merely satiating base desires; it was the melding of two souls, he conquering and I, the embattled citadel, yielding to his patient siege. Every retreat and plunge inscribed another verse into our erotic epic unfolding.
Yet occasionally, the reverie shattered with my breathless giggles whenever that delicious cockhead prodded a bit too insistently against my cervix. Jason’s cocky grin would flash before our mouths crashed together once more, all teeth and roaming tongues. Playful war waged a dizzying rapture.
Our tempo gradually escalated into an unrestrained frenzy, shamelessly chasing that euphoric release with urgent desperation. Perspiration glistened along our trembling bodies, muffled groans and crude endearments tangling around passionate kisses.
“You’re going to take every drop of my seed, slut.” Jason growled against the swell of my breast, sucking the turgid flesh like a starving man. “Load up that pretty married cunt just like it deserves.”
I keened in delirious response, suddenly teetering on that blissful precipice. Walls stuttering with each increasingly erratic slam, every nerve ending aflame and bursting towards that cataclysmic eruption…
Every nerve in my body thrummed like a livewire as that precipice rapidly approached. The wet cavern of my clenching pussy felt swollen and afire from Jason’s relentless onslaught, each punishing thrust jolting me higher.
Our mingled cries and harsh breaths filled the air, sweat-slicked bodies undulating with an unbridled frenzy. I raked my nails down his flexing back, greedily drinking in the sight of his face contorted by rapture. Those chiseled features normally arranged into a cocky smirk were now softened by naked vulnerability and wanton abandonment.
This was the purest form of intimacy beyond mere physicality — a complete melding of bodies and souls laid bare in the heat of passion. Every graze and grind communicated thoughts and emotions that transcended words.
My hands roamed the rippling muscles of Jason’s chest and shoulders, mapping every ridge and valley. In return, his calloused palms branded my ivory curves with possessiveness, his fingers sinking into supple flesh and mussing my tresses.
But it was the soulful eye contact amidst our erotic undulations that bound us most profoundly. Our heated gazes locked, windows to our deepest selves, building an erotically charged feedback loop that propelled us both headlong into delirium.
With every bone-rattling thrust that bludgeoned against my cervix, I teetered precariously on that blissful edge. Incoherent mewls and cries tumbled from my slack lips, equal parts pleasure and desperation for that elusive release.
“Oh fuck, oh god, I’m so close!” I babbled deliriously, nails raking stinging paths down Jason’s glistening shoulders. “Please…I need to cum, need to feel you fill me up!”
The bed creaked dangerously as his brutal pace achieved a seemingly impossible new intensity, spurred on by my broken pleas. A hoarse growl rumbled from the depths of his chest as he crushed our bodies flush, coiled tension ready to detonate.
“Yeah, that’s it; I’m going to flood your little hotwife cunt,” he grated against the slick hollow of my throat between sloppy kisses and teasing nips. “Take every thick rope like you were fuckin’ made for.”
Those filthy words of promise proved to be my undoing. With a harsh keen, every exquisite muscle locked up as rapturous waves of release finally broke. My vision whited out in euphoria while delirious mewls and cries were torn from my very soul.
The clenching spasms of my orgasm dragged Jason over that precipice along with me. He snarled like a feral beast, burying his impressive length as deep as physiologically possible as he unleashed himself in hot spurts.
The first molten surge painted my internal depths, quickly overflowing in heady gushes to soak the rumpled sheets below us. Each pulsing eruption felt like a perverse baptism, claiming me as his acolyte of blasphemous devotion.
As wave after wave of release crested, we shuddered together through the ebbing throes. My fingers tangled in the sweat-damp dreads at his nape while his teeth scored stinging crescents into the arched column of my throat like a mark of possession.
Eventually, Jason’s punishing rhythm devolved into languid grinding, wringing out every rapturous aftershock until we were boneless and utterly depleted. Our heaving chests and ragged breaths slowly evened while we basked in the hazy afterglow of fulfilled gratification.
In those blissful moments as our breathing slowed and heart rates found equilibrium, I couldn’t help but marvel at the profound intimacy we had experienced together. It transcended mere physical satisfaction.
My petite frame was utterly dwarfed and encompassed by Jason’s powerful muscularity as he cradled me flush against his sweat-slicked chest. With each pounding heartbeat, I could feel the remnant twitches of his slowly softening length still sheathed inside my thoroughly creamed pussy.
The lewd sounds of our mingled juices swimming together with each subtle shift were like a hypnotic lullaby. My cheek rested against the wiry thatch of dark curls scattered across his sculpted pecs, drinking in his heady masculine musk and the amber notes of hotel room disinfectant.
One of Jason’s large hands traced lazy patterns across the small of my back while the other toyed idly with sweat-dampened tendrils of my hair. That cocky smirk was back, but he carried an unusual fondness that hinted he too had been emotionally affected in some profound way.
“So…” he eventually rumbled in that deep timbre that never failed to make my neglected sex clench. “Same time next Tuesday before you fly back, married girl?”
My answering giggle was a breathless, satiated sound one might expect from an utterly pampered and adored concubine. “Mmm, you better clear your whole schedule, bull. Because this tight little pussy is completely and utterly yours to ruin now.”
With a gravelly chuckle, Jason hauled me even closer until our noses brushed and I could taste the dark chocolate richness of his lips hovering scant inches away. “Good, that’s exactly what I wanted to hear, you perfect little cum slut.”
Our mouths met in a searing, unhurried kiss that felt like a seal upon the unspoken covenant forged this debauched evening between bull and hotwife. As our tongues twined in an erotic waltz and passion simmered anew, one sultry thought burned in my mind.
What other erotic adventures and deliciously depraved delights awaited this freshly-deflowered slut who’d willingly embraced her destiny as a bull’s personal cumdump?
More coming real soon. Until then, here’s one very HOT bonus story: