Inspirational Junk Food

Taken from Behind by My Bull

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I'm on my hands and knees on an exquisite hotel bed.

My husband is seated a dozen feet away in what my bull referred to as 'the cuck chair.'

I'm still wearing most of the lingerie that my husband dressed me in after we checked into the hotel. He was hard the entire time he dressed me and I encouraged him to take his time, to describe what he wanted to happen that night, and to remind him that his cock wouldn't come anywhere near my pussy that night.

"What do you want?" my bull asks as he runs his fingers over my pussy lips.

I hold my husband's gaze. "I want to be fucked by a real man."

I watch my husband smile. I see him rub his bulge through his underwear, which he's been instructed to keep on to discourage him from masturbating.

My bull rubs the head of his cock over my pussy lips. It feels good, but it's the anticipation that thrills me. I'm waiting for that moment when he slides into me in front of my husband, when he grabs my hips and groans at how tight my cunt feels around his cock. I adore that moment, though I adore everything that comes after it, too.

"What do you want, cuck?" my bull asks.

"I want my wife to get fucked by a real man," he answers. He rubs himself a little more through his underwear.

My bull slides into me. I close my eyes, part my lips, and let out a moan. "Oh, fuck."

I stretch my hand towards my husband. He leaps up from the cuck chair and rushes towards me. He falls to his knees at the side of the bed and takes my hand.

"You look so beautiful," he says.

I feel my bull's hands on my hips. He takes a tight grip and begins to thrust. He goes slow at first, knowing that I need a little time to get used to his size. I stare into my husband's eyes as much as I can because I love the connection with him as another man fucks me, as another man uses my pussy for his pleasure while giving me what I crave.

"He's so deep in me."

"Deeper than I go?"

I smile. "Deeper than you could ever hope to go, cuck."

He groans. I know he could cum if I let him masturbate. I know he's been turned on for hours just like I have. I won't let him masturbate, though. Not until the night is over, and even then I might deny him. That's part of the fun, after all. He never knows when he'll be allowed to get off and I like it that way.

My bull will get off, though. He'll cum fucking me from behind. He'll fuck me a lot harder, too. Eventually I'll end up on my stomach with him pounding into my. I'll rub my clit a little as he gets close. I'll have a huge orgasm. He'll have one too. He'll lie on top of me, kiss the back of my neck and my face, and tell me that I'm the best he's ever had.

I don't know if that's true, but I like hearing it. So does my husband, who will stay on his knees by the bed and hold my hand as another man takes his pleasure in my pussy and gives me what I crave.

What a wonderful night.