Casino Blues
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No, I was so close! my mind screamed. Frantically, I turned and swung my right leg over Mike's face and positioned my wet, gaping pussy over his mouth. Jamaal had just been fucking me with everything he had, when he had abruptly stopped. “I was so close" I whispered. Then just as he was sliding his heavy cock out of me, I wiggled out from under him and mounted my husbands’ face. He had been kneeling on the bed next to us taking pictures and lazily jerking off.
“Lick me, honey. Lick me, and make me cum,” I pleaded to my husband. “Shove your tongue into me. “Fuck me with your tongue. Make me cum again,” I urged.
The words spilled out as I straddled Mike’s face. He loves making me cum from this position. I looked down as he “ate” my freshly fucked pussy. The fact that it was full of another man's cum hadn’t yet crossed my mind. I only wanted to cum one more time. I needed to cum one more time. I grabbed the back of his head and pressed his face into my aching cunt as I urgently rode his face.
Jamaal moved up next to me and pushed his fat cock, still shiny from our juices toward my mouth. “get the rest of my cum out of there" he urged. I reached out and sucked his long thick cock into my mouth, then playfully licked around the bulbous head before I let it drop from my grip. Wait, What? There were strings of cum still leaking from his cock.....
Tonight was our first threesome. We had booked a rather lavish suite at a local casino, and had met Jamaal playing roulette. We spent a few hours together trading chips at the roulette wheel and buying each other drinks. The first time I placed a bet on black at the roulette table, Jamaal did the “once you go black, you never go back” cliche. Winning that bet must have been an omen. We kept on playing, and I kept on winning. Sometime through the evening it occurred to hubby that if he was ever going to see me get fucked by a black man (our mutual fantasy), all he had to do was ask. It seemed like a slam dunk, as Jamaal had been flirting with me all night. The thought of actually getting fucked by a well hung black bull while my husband watched was instantly front and center. My pussy tingled and I was suddenly very moist. Mike discreetly asked me if I would be interested.... I already knew where he was going with this, so I stopped him and asked if he was ready? He said yes a little tentatively. Now all I could do is hope that he would ask Jamaal if he would like to come up to our suite.
We are an average couple who, like a lot of people, have talked about spicing things up a bit. We’ve just never done anything about it. Meeting Jamaal like this was serendipity. After cashing in my winnings, we stopped at the bar. Hubby told Jamaal that he would buy this round if he would be kind enough to drink it with us upstairs in our suite. Jamaal insisted that if we were to be his hosts, that he would buy this round. As we walked to the elevator I said that it looks like my luck was going to continue. Once inside the elevator, Jamaal asked Mike to hold his drink, turned and reached under my blouse and thoroughly felt me up. My nipples got rock hard as he lewdly squeezed them in front of my husband. I’ve wanted to do that all night" he said. He then reached around and squeezed my ass as he pushed his groin into my belly. Then he grabbed my left hand and rubbed it up and down the front of his trousers. It felt huge, and I suddenly felt schoolgirl nervous. Glancing at our reflection in the mirrored enclosure, I saw my wedding rings twinkling in our reflection, as my hand explored the length and girth of Jamaal’s prodigious manhood. I looked over at Mike. He was watching wide-eyed as this stranger felt up his wife. I looked down and couldn’t help but notice his dick poking out and straining against the fabric of his slacks. Just then the elevator stopped. Two young couples stared at the scene in front of them. A middle-aged white couple with a black man’s hands all over the wife’s tits and ass. They stepped aside and we walked down to our suite.
While Mike was licking and sucking me ever closer to what I needed, Jamaal was squeezing my tits and rubbing his cheek against my hair as we both watched my husband lick my juicy cunt. It was still dizzying having these two mens attentions. Then Jamaal said, “That's it cuckboy, clean up all that cum. Make her pussy yours again. Take back that pussy” He had cum after all. I didn’t think that it had happened when he’d stopped so abruptly. I hadn’t felt the usual uummpphh and ahhh from a man cumming inside me.
I don’t know what my husband thought when he heard Jamaal's words, but they sent a chill up and down my sweaty spine. We don’t subscribe to the black is superior, husband humiliation stuff that we see on the internet, but apparently Jamaal was very familiar with it.
“Next time we get together, I’m gonna have you suck my cock and get it good and hard before I fuck your hotwife.” He continued crassly.
Jesus Christ, I just wanted to cum. I didn’t think of being cleaned, cuckolding or anything else, I just selfishly wanted my denied orgasm back and not be left hanging. Mike's tongue was lashing my clit with exactly the speed and pressure that I so badly needed. I was quickly building to another orgasm. Jamaal's words, had suddenly made me intensely aware that another man’s cum was oozing out of my pussy. And more urgently, into my husband’s mouth.
I squeezed my stretched out pussy muscles as tight as I could. No, don’t let his cum drip on my husband’s face” my mind screamed. But it was too late for that. His tongue felt so good, licking, flicking, bringing me closer, ever closer. At that point, I had no choice. Immediate physical gratification trumped moral dilemma. My hips started to grind into Mike’s face, rocking back and forth, I began to roughly fuck my darling husband’s mouth. I looked down again and saw that his face was covered with a glaze of Jamaal’s cum from my throbbing pussy. The rush I felt was wonderful; powerfully taboo and so sexually exciting.
Then it happened. I couldn’t help myself. My inner slut took over, I guess, and I blurted out the filthiest thing that I have ever said to my poor hubby, echoing Jamaal’s comments.
”That's it cuckboy clean my dirty used cunt, Lick his hot cum out of my filthy pussy. Get every drop,” I growled, shocked at my own verbalizations.
“You heard her cuckboy, you better lick that pussy clean” Jamaal added, emphasizing the last word.
Mike continued licking and sucking around my throbbing labia, and stimulating my swollen clitoris perfectly. He was giving me just what I needed. His tongues dirty dance with my black used cunt became the center of my universe, and I came blissfully all over his face. I spasmed, into an extended convulsing orgasm. I jerked and quivered. Chills poured over my skin and I gasped out loud, “Cumming, oh fuck, oh fuck, ah goddamn.”
I lost all composure, along with the rest of Jamaal's seed, I’m afraid,into Mike’s mouth. Then completely satisfied, I fell off to one side and curled up exhausted.
“Hell yes! Fuck that was hot,” Jamaal's words seemed distant. “You”re a damn fine cuckboy, Mike. Good job.” Mike looked up at me rolling his eyes at Jamaal’s praise as he wiped his face onto the bunched up sheets. I laid there exhausted, sticky, and bathing in the afterglow of the best orgasm I think I ever had. After Jamaal’s huge cock had bludgeoned my tender pussy, my hubby’s soft tongue had sent me over the precipice.
Mike was laying behind me. We barely paid attention as Jamaal got dressed to leave. He was going on about what a wonderful time he’d had with the married blond pussy with the big white ass and her cuckboy hubby, and almost pleading that we call him again real soon. I vaguely recall waving and saying goodbye. We were alone now. Mike snuggled up behind me. “Damn, are you hot.” You came so hard I thought you were going to pass out,” he laughed, pulling me back against his chest.
My mind was still reeling as I pictured another mans’ cum leaking out of me, and onto my husbands’ face. The urge to be satisfied had overtaken my sanity. The lewd images of Mike cleaning my nasty used pussy were still fresh. I didn’t know that I was capable of doing such a thing to him, but it felt so good, so sexual and so dirty.
“I didn't think of what I was doing or saying, I just needed to cum so bad and wanted you to do it,” I said half apologetically, “your dick is saying you had a good time.” I offered, looking at his stiffening cock.
“Yeah, that’s what happens when I’m around hot white bitches.” He said half smiling. “You know I love it when you sit on my face. It’s so fucking hot,” he said. I turned around and moved down between Mike's legs grasping his hard cock in my hand.
”You were amazing,” he whispered as I took him into my mouth. “mmmmmm” was all I heard as I slowly jerked his hard shaft and licked the swollen head of his cock. I learned a long time ago that he loves it when I tell him how other men have fucked me. And I can always make him cum when I talk about the countless lovers who have used me for their pleasure, even if most of them are all made up. It works every time. So recounting tonight’s activity ought to really do the trick.
“Are you happy, you finally got to watch your little wifey get fucked by a big black man?” I asked demurely, feeling him throb in my hand. I didn’t give him a chance to answer. “What did you like the most?” I continued teasing and jerking his cock.
“Seeing your wife’s sweet lips wrapped around his big black cock as he fucked my mouth, or watching as he pulled my hair, slapped my ass, and stretched my poor little pussy with his eight inch monster?” I asked, pronouncing each word in slow deliberate syllables. He was already getting close.
“I loved Jamaal's fat cock filling me up while you watched.” I added, looking into my husband’s eyes.
Mike just moaned, listening to me describe our encounter with Jamaal. “I felt really wicked when I realized my pussy was still full of Jamaal's cum and you were eating me. I could feel it draining from my deepest recesses. Leaking out as you licked me clean,” I commented. “Those images made me feel bad at first, then I got all turned on, then I wanted to stop, but you were so good, and then evil Holly thought of his cum dripping out and glazing your face. It was like I was watching one of those interracial porns in my head. Then I climaxed. I can’t begin to describe it. But it was amazing.” Mike moaned almost painfully, “Cumming.” I pulled his cock toward my face just as he shot his warm load across my cheek. I sucked him into my mouth and drained the last of it. I swallowed all he had and kept him there until he stopped twitching and fell limp in my mouth. “Holy shit, that was awesome” he exclaimed; “that felt the way your last one looked.” Mike finally managed. “I just hope yours was that good” he added. He paused, “As for that cuckboy stuff? I didn’t really notice anything different, except maybe a little taste. You were plenty wet, and it got pretty slippery when you started humping my face. It sure seemed right at the time. I can’t wait to see the pics I took.”
“Lick me, honey. Lick me, and make me cum,” I pleaded to my husband. “Shove your tongue into me. “Fuck me with your tongue. Make me cum again,” I urged.
The words spilled out as I straddled Mike’s face. He loves making me cum from this position. I looked down as he “ate” my freshly fucked pussy. The fact that it was full of another man's cum hadn’t yet crossed my mind. I only wanted to cum one more time. I needed to cum one more time. I grabbed the back of his head and pressed his face into my aching cunt as I urgently rode his face.
Jamaal moved up next to me and pushed his fat cock, still shiny from our juices toward my mouth. “get the rest of my cum out of there" he urged. I reached out and sucked his long thick cock into my mouth, then playfully licked around the bulbous head before I let it drop from my grip. Wait, What? There were strings of cum still leaking from his cock.....
Tonight was our first threesome. We had booked a rather lavish suite at a local casino, and had met Jamaal playing roulette. We spent a few hours together trading chips at the roulette wheel and buying each other drinks. The first time I placed a bet on black at the roulette table, Jamaal did the “once you go black, you never go back” cliche. Winning that bet must have been an omen. We kept on playing, and I kept on winning. Sometime through the evening it occurred to hubby that if he was ever going to see me get fucked by a black man (our mutual fantasy), all he had to do was ask. It seemed like a slam dunk, as Jamaal had been flirting with me all night. The thought of actually getting fucked by a well hung black bull while my husband watched was instantly front and center. My pussy tingled and I was suddenly very moist. Mike discreetly asked me if I would be interested.... I already knew where he was going with this, so I stopped him and asked if he was ready? He said yes a little tentatively. Now all I could do is hope that he would ask Jamaal if he would like to come up to our suite.
We are an average couple who, like a lot of people, have talked about spicing things up a bit. We’ve just never done anything about it. Meeting Jamaal like this was serendipity. After cashing in my winnings, we stopped at the bar. Hubby told Jamaal that he would buy this round if he would be kind enough to drink it with us upstairs in our suite. Jamaal insisted that if we were to be his hosts, that he would buy this round. As we walked to the elevator I said that it looks like my luck was going to continue. Once inside the elevator, Jamaal asked Mike to hold his drink, turned and reached under my blouse and thoroughly felt me up. My nipples got rock hard as he lewdly squeezed them in front of my husband. I’ve wanted to do that all night" he said. He then reached around and squeezed my ass as he pushed his groin into my belly. Then he grabbed my left hand and rubbed it up and down the front of his trousers. It felt huge, and I suddenly felt schoolgirl nervous. Glancing at our reflection in the mirrored enclosure, I saw my wedding rings twinkling in our reflection, as my hand explored the length and girth of Jamaal’s prodigious manhood. I looked over at Mike. He was watching wide-eyed as this stranger felt up his wife. I looked down and couldn’t help but notice his dick poking out and straining against the fabric of his slacks. Just then the elevator stopped. Two young couples stared at the scene in front of them. A middle-aged white couple with a black man’s hands all over the wife’s tits and ass. They stepped aside and we walked down to our suite.
While Mike was licking and sucking me ever closer to what I needed, Jamaal was squeezing my tits and rubbing his cheek against my hair as we both watched my husband lick my juicy cunt. It was still dizzying having these two mens attentions. Then Jamaal said, “That's it cuckboy, clean up all that cum. Make her pussy yours again. Take back that pussy” He had cum after all. I didn’t think that it had happened when he’d stopped so abruptly. I hadn’t felt the usual uummpphh and ahhh from a man cumming inside me.
I don’t know what my husband thought when he heard Jamaal's words, but they sent a chill up and down my sweaty spine. We don’t subscribe to the black is superior, husband humiliation stuff that we see on the internet, but apparently Jamaal was very familiar with it.
“Next time we get together, I’m gonna have you suck my cock and get it good and hard before I fuck your hotwife.” He continued crassly.
Jesus Christ, I just wanted to cum. I didn’t think of being cleaned, cuckolding or anything else, I just selfishly wanted my denied orgasm back and not be left hanging. Mike's tongue was lashing my clit with exactly the speed and pressure that I so badly needed. I was quickly building to another orgasm. Jamaal's words, had suddenly made me intensely aware that another man’s cum was oozing out of my pussy. And more urgently, into my husband’s mouth.
I squeezed my stretched out pussy muscles as tight as I could. No, don’t let his cum drip on my husband’s face” my mind screamed. But it was too late for that. His tongue felt so good, licking, flicking, bringing me closer, ever closer. At that point, I had no choice. Immediate physical gratification trumped moral dilemma. My hips started to grind into Mike’s face, rocking back and forth, I began to roughly fuck my darling husband’s mouth. I looked down again and saw that his face was covered with a glaze of Jamaal’s cum from my throbbing pussy. The rush I felt was wonderful; powerfully taboo and so sexually exciting.
Then it happened. I couldn’t help myself. My inner slut took over, I guess, and I blurted out the filthiest thing that I have ever said to my poor hubby, echoing Jamaal’s comments.
”That's it cuckboy clean my dirty used cunt, Lick his hot cum out of my filthy pussy. Get every drop,” I growled, shocked at my own verbalizations.
“You heard her cuckboy, you better lick that pussy clean” Jamaal added, emphasizing the last word.
Mike continued licking and sucking around my throbbing labia, and stimulating my swollen clitoris perfectly. He was giving me just what I needed. His tongues dirty dance with my black used cunt became the center of my universe, and I came blissfully all over his face. I spasmed, into an extended convulsing orgasm. I jerked and quivered. Chills poured over my skin and I gasped out loud, “Cumming, oh fuck, oh fuck, ah goddamn.”
I lost all composure, along with the rest of Jamaal's seed, I’m afraid,into Mike’s mouth. Then completely satisfied, I fell off to one side and curled up exhausted.
“Hell yes! Fuck that was hot,” Jamaal's words seemed distant. “You”re a damn fine cuckboy, Mike. Good job.” Mike looked up at me rolling his eyes at Jamaal’s praise as he wiped his face onto the bunched up sheets. I laid there exhausted, sticky, and bathing in the afterglow of the best orgasm I think I ever had. After Jamaal’s huge cock had bludgeoned my tender pussy, my hubby’s soft tongue had sent me over the precipice.
Mike was laying behind me. We barely paid attention as Jamaal got dressed to leave. He was going on about what a wonderful time he’d had with the married blond pussy with the big white ass and her cuckboy hubby, and almost pleading that we call him again real soon. I vaguely recall waving and saying goodbye. We were alone now. Mike snuggled up behind me. “Damn, are you hot.” You came so hard I thought you were going to pass out,” he laughed, pulling me back against his chest.
My mind was still reeling as I pictured another mans’ cum leaking out of me, and onto my husbands’ face. The urge to be satisfied had overtaken my sanity. The lewd images of Mike cleaning my nasty used pussy were still fresh. I didn’t know that I was capable of doing such a thing to him, but it felt so good, so sexual and so dirty.
“I didn't think of what I was doing or saying, I just needed to cum so bad and wanted you to do it,” I said half apologetically, “your dick is saying you had a good time.” I offered, looking at his stiffening cock.
“Yeah, that’s what happens when I’m around hot white bitches.” He said half smiling. “You know I love it when you sit on my face. It’s so fucking hot,” he said. I turned around and moved down between Mike's legs grasping his hard cock in my hand.
”You were amazing,” he whispered as I took him into my mouth. “mmmmmm” was all I heard as I slowly jerked his hard shaft and licked the swollen head of his cock. I learned a long time ago that he loves it when I tell him how other men have fucked me. And I can always make him cum when I talk about the countless lovers who have used me for their pleasure, even if most of them are all made up. It works every time. So recounting tonight’s activity ought to really do the trick.
“Are you happy, you finally got to watch your little wifey get fucked by a big black man?” I asked demurely, feeling him throb in my hand. I didn’t give him a chance to answer. “What did you like the most?” I continued teasing and jerking his cock.
“Seeing your wife’s sweet lips wrapped around his big black cock as he fucked my mouth, or watching as he pulled my hair, slapped my ass, and stretched my poor little pussy with his eight inch monster?” I asked, pronouncing each word in slow deliberate syllables. He was already getting close.
“I loved Jamaal's fat cock filling me up while you watched.” I added, looking into my husband’s eyes.
Mike just moaned, listening to me describe our encounter with Jamaal. “I felt really wicked when I realized my pussy was still full of Jamaal's cum and you were eating me. I could feel it draining from my deepest recesses. Leaking out as you licked me clean,” I commented. “Those images made me feel bad at first, then I got all turned on, then I wanted to stop, but you were so good, and then evil Holly thought of his cum dripping out and glazing your face. It was like I was watching one of those interracial porns in my head. Then I climaxed. I can’t begin to describe it. But it was amazing.” Mike moaned almost painfully, “Cumming.” I pulled his cock toward my face just as he shot his warm load across my cheek. I sucked him into my mouth and drained the last of it. I swallowed all he had and kept him there until he stopped twitching and fell limp in my mouth. “Holy shit, that was awesome” he exclaimed; “that felt the way your last one looked.” Mike finally managed. “I just hope yours was that good” he added. He paused, “As for that cuckboy stuff? I didn’t really notice anything different, except maybe a little taste. You were plenty wet, and it got pretty slippery when you started humping my face. It sure seemed right at the time. I can’t wait to see the pics I took.”
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