Cumming on a Big Black Cock While My Husband Masturbates — Part 2

Suddenly, Emmett thrust his big black cock into me and I screamed out and squeezed my husband’s hand. His cock was inside me completely now, there was no turning back. I was being fucked by a big black cock.

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I made out with him for a while longer, rocking my hips against his erection lewdly and moaning against his mouth. Emmett squeezed my ass, bit my neck and I could feel his rigid member pressing up against my wet pussy, through his jeans. I was making a scene, I needed to make a scene. I needed to be seen doing this, I needed to own it.

“Let’s go!” he said finally, helping me off of his lap.

Emmett put one big hand on my ass and walked me through the bar, then we went into the bathroom.

My husband was standing inside, hands in his pockets and bouncing slightly up and down. He looked so excited it made my heart race even faster. Before he was completely through the door, Emmett had his mouth on mine again and we brushed past my husband in a flurry of passion. Emmett pressed me against the cool bathroom wall and slid a hand up my dress. I saw David standing behind him, one hand in his pants.

Emmett pushed his tongue into my mouth at the same time he pushed two fingers inside my wet pussy. I moaned loudly, and my hips bucked against his fingers on their own accord.

“Don’t touch yourself, David. No one said you could masturbate!” he growled at my husband, locking eyes with him through the mirror.

David took his hand out of his pants and looked at us with a mixture of arousal and defeat. He leaned up against a wall and watched us make out. Emmett pulled me off the wall and pressed my back against David, still kissing and fingering me. I writhed against him and by extension against my husband. I could feel David’s hard cock against my ass so I slid one hand down his pants and wrapped my fingers around it. Emmett noticed what I was doing almost immediately and pulled my hand away.

“On your knees, slut,” he growled, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine.

“Yes, Daddy,” I cooed, dropping to my knees with a grin.

“Give me your hands,” he commanded and I held my hands up to him.

Emmett pulled off his belt, brought my hands behind my back, and bound them tight.

“David, pull out your little white dick,” Emmett commanded.

My husband unbuttoned his pants and whipped out his dick. It was bright pink and dribbling with precum. I’d never seen David so hard before. I looked up at my husband and smiled. He was looking past me though, and when I turned my head I beheld the most beautiful sight of my life. Emmett’s cock was magnificent. It was long and thick, deeply veined, and with a huge flared head. It was easily twice my husband’s length, and way thicker. My jaw dropped and I gasped.

Emmett slapped it lightly against my face, and without thought I nuzzled against it, feeling it pulse against my face. My head was spinning and I wanted nothing more than to have that incredible thing inside me. I wanted to feel it, taste it, to be filled by it, stretched and slammed and taken by it. I kissed the shaft and a soft moan escaped my lips as I pressed my tongue against it.

“Look at your husband’s dick, slut,” Emmett commanded, pulling me away from his cock.

I did as I was told, looking at the little pink thing between my husband’s legs.

“Is that what you want?” he asked calmly.

I looked up at my husband. His face showed that same intense mixture of shame and arousal. He was loving every moment.

“No, Daddy,” I said finally.

“You don’t want your husband’s little white dick?”

“No, Daddy, I want your big black cock,” I said, batting my eyes up at him.

“Then show me,” he said sternly, pushing his bulbous head against my lips which parted all on their own.

I sucked gingerly at first, but after a few moments, I started bobbing my head to take him deeper. I slid my lips down his shaft, leaving a smear of red lipstick on his glistening flesh. I wanted to go deeper. I had to take him deeper so I pushed on until I gagged and my eyes welled with tears. Then I pulled back and licked the dripping saliva from his shaft, tasting the salty-sweet precum. I kissed my way up and down the shaft, then ran my tongue along the same path. His cock was so wide, so girthy, it was difficult to stretch my lips all the way around it at its thickest part. But I did it. I took that massive cock as deep as I could manage. My eyes welled with tears again, but I didn’t let go. I felt the hot tears run down my cheeks, but I kept bobbing my head, hard and fast, until I felt him poke the back of my throat. When I finally pulled away, my hair fell around my face, and thick, long strands of saliva and precum connected his cock to my lips.

“David, keep your hands busy and hold your wife’s hair while she sucks my cock,” Emmett demanded and my husband obliged, holding my hair back while I gagged myself on that beautiful black cock, over and over again.

I looked up at Emmett through tear-blurred eyes, he looked down at me and suddenly my hair fell back into my face and Emmett pulled his cock away from me.

“David!” Emmett and I both shouted in unison.

“I’m sorry,” my husband whispered. “It’s just so goddamn hot.”

“Do you really want to masturbate that badly, David?”

“Yes,” David replied, his hand still on his twitching dick.

“Get in the stall, then!” Emmett commanded.

“But…” David started.

“Get in the stall, or I’ll leave,” Emmett said sternly.

“I can’t see from inside the stall,” my husband pleaded.

“Get in the goddamn stall, David!” I screamed.

David stepped into the stall and shut the door, and as soon as he did Emmett pulled me up from the floor. I grunted as he turned me towards the stall, bent me at the waist, and pressed my face against the door. I knew what was coming next, it was finally happening. All the waiting, all the fantasizing, all the nights of watching cuckold porn with my husband. It was all leading up to this.

When I felt the broad, wet tip of his massive cock pressing against my wet folds, I knew that my life would soon be divided into two distinct periods. Before black cock, and after. Through the crack in the door, I could see my husband sitting on the toilet seat, his pants around his ankles and his little dick in his hand. Emmett held both my bound wrists in one big hand, as his other hand guided his tremendous head inside of me. I bit my lip in an attempt to stifle any sounds, but as his bulbous head stretched its way into me, I let out a low moan of pain and pleasure.

“You feel that, Slut?” Emmett asked in a low voice. “You feel that big black cock stretching your tight little married pussy?”

“God, yes,” I moaned.

“You want this big cock inside you?” he asked, sliding the head up and down, teasing me cruelly.

“Yes, please! Yes, yes, yes!” I gasped.

“What do you think, David?” Emmett asked almost nonchalantly. “You think it’s time to break this slut in?”

My husband didn’t respond but I could see him still stroking his dick slowly.

“David, I’m not going to fuck her unless you ask me to,” Emmett said in a serious, compassionate voice. “If this is what you want, I’m happy to oblige. If not, just say the word and I’m outta here.”

David still sat silently. His eyes roamed from the stall door to the ceiling and to his own little dick. I was rocking my hips back against Emmett’s huge cock, grinding my aching pussy against his manhood. My body burned for him, my mind was clouded with lust. All I knew at that moment was that I needed that cock in me. I needed him to bury that huge cock deep inside me until I came screaming again and again. I needed to be filled, stretched, and utterly wrecked by it. Right here, right now. Right in this filthy bar bathroom while looking at my masturbating husband. I needed to be a slut.

“Fuck her,” David finally said.

“Perfect,” Emmet responded and I felt that huge cock pressing hard against my burning pussy.

The sensation of stretching was almost more than I could stand. As he pushed that huge cock inside me, waves of pain and pleasure washed over me. At first, I didn’t think it would even fit. I wasn’t sure I could stretch enough to encompass his incredible girth but he took his time, easing into me and soon the pain was almost completely gone and the feeling of being full was pure ecstasy. I moaned low and loud, my knees shaking.

“It’s almost too big for her,” Emmett said, unfastening the belt from my wrists. “Brace yourself on the door and spread those legs nice and wide.”

I did as he said, taking a wide stance and placing my hands against the door. My husband came to the door and placed his hand over mine. I smiled, thinking we were in this together.

Suddenly, Emmett thrust his big black cock into me and I screamed out and squeezed my husband’s hand. His cock was inside me completely now, there was no turning back. I was being fucked by a big black cock. I was being fucked by a big black cock in a public restroom while my white husband held my hand.

Emmett took little time finding a rhythm and within minutes my body was rocked by a massive orgasm. It was the biggest, most exhilarating orgasm of my life at that point, but it was positively dwarfed by the next two. They came one after another, like waves crashing on the shore as he pumped that black cock in me. He’d pull back, almost all the way out, before driving the full length back into me to the hilt. Tip to hilt, tip to hilt, over and over again. My mind was hazy, my vision blurred as tears of pleasure filled my eyes. I fixed my gaze straight ahead and found myself staring at my wedding ring. I watched the diamond shimmering in the dim light as lightning bolts of orgasmic pleasure crackled through my whole body.

Slamming into me fast and steady, Emmett showed no signs of slowing. Every thrust was electric, and my body buzzed with it. I lost track of how many times I came in just the first few minutes. Each mind-blowing orgasm was like nothing I’d ever felt before. Each one came riding on the back of the previous, shaking my whole body and wrenching animalistic screams of pleasure from my lungs.

Emmett pulled my hair and slapped my ass. I backed my ass up against him, timing it to meet his thrusts and I watched my husband jack his little dick faster and faster, trying to match Emmett’s speed. I beat my fist against the door to the stall and squeezed my husband’s hand hard.

“You like that, Slut?”Emmet said. “Tell me you fuckin’ love it.”

“I love it! I love that big black cock!” I howled.

“Whose pussy is this?” he asked, leaning down and growling the words into my ear.

“Yours, Daddy! It’s your pussy! It’s your pussy!” I half-moaned and half-screamed as another impossibly intense orgasm surged through me.

“You ready for this cum, slut?” he asked, demanding an answer.

“Yes, please,” I moaned.

“Tell me you want this cum!” he said, still thrusting that monster cock into me again and again.

“I want that cum, Daddy!” I screamed, rocking my hips back rhythmically.

Emmett didn’t need to hear anything else from me. He doubled, maybe tripled in tempo, hammering into me like a pneumatic machine. I screamed and screamed, beating my fist and squeezing my husband’s hand until it went white. Then, Emmett shoved his cock deep into my used pussy and held it. I felt his hot seed pour into me in torrents, filling me until it started leaking out.

Emmett pulled back and away, then I felt more cum spray over my ass and back. There was just so much. When Emmett let go of my hips, I found that I couldn’t stand on my own. My shaking legs simply couldn’t hold me so I dropped to the floor, sitting in a puddle of cum.

David finally came out of the stall and I looked up at him. He was smiling. A steady dribble of cum was leaking from the now shrinking tip of his penis. He’d cum too. The look on his face was pure bliss, I’d never seen him so happy. Then Emmett’s thick, cum-coated cock slapped my face. It was starting to lose some of its rigidity but was still impressive.

“Slut? You made this mess, clean my cock off,” he ordered.

I obeyed gladly, taking it in both hands and slurping off every last drop. His cum was incredible. Salty and sweet all at once. I couldn’t get enough. I needed more of him. We were definitely going to a hotel after this, tonight couldn’t end this early. I couldn’t let it. I wasn’t satisfied yet. I sucked that huge cock, working my hands over it until it started to get hard again.

“Can we go to the hotel now, baby?” I asked David, batting my big eyes at him.

“Ask him, not me,” he said with a warm smile.

I stood up and took Emmett’s hand in mine, still stroking his cock with my other hand. I looked deep into his green eyes and made my very best pouty face.

“Can we go to a hotel, Daddy?” I begged. “I need more.”

“You’re damn right we’re going to a hotel, I’m not done with you yet!”

I adjusted my dress, made a show of swallowing any excess cum and saliva, then licked my lips slowly before wiping the cum from my chin and smiled softly.

“Let’s go then!” I half-moaned, half-begged, looking back and forth between my Emmett and my cuckolded husband.

“I’ll go get the car,” David said, pulling up his pants and rushing out of the bathroom.

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