Wife's BBC Bull Fills Her While Hubby Begs on His Knees

Wife's BBC Bull Fills Her While Hubby Begs on His Knees

Marcus’s heavy fist struck the door three times. Inside the neat suburban house, Tim’s stomach clenched so hard he nearly dropped the bottle of lube he’d been instructed to leave on the nightstand. He had spent the last two hours preparing the bedroom exactly as ordered: crisp black sheets, every light on, two chairs positioned so one faced the bed and the other the corner. Lena had been texting Marcus for weeks, each message more explicit than the last, until Tim’s cock had been locked in its pink plastic cage for nine days straight.

Lena glided past him in the sheer black lingerie Marcus had demanded. The fabric was practically transparent, her hard nipples clearly visible, the tiny thong already darkened by her arousal. She looked radiant, flushed, dangerous. Tim had never seen her eyes so bright.

“Stay in the corner until you’re told otherwise,” she whispered, brushing past him without a kiss.

The door opened.

Marcus filled the frame. Six-foot-four, broad-shouldered, wearing a tight black compression shirt and gray sweatpants that did nothing to hide the thick, heavy outline of his cock. His dark eyes swept over Lena like she already belonged to him, then flicked to Tim.

“Evening, cuck.”

Tim’s mouth went dry. He nodded mutely and backed toward the corner chair as Lena dropped to her knees right there in the hallway.

She didn’t hesitate. Her manicured fingers hooked into the waistband of Marcus’s sweats and dragged them down. His massive black cock sprang free, thick, veined, already half-hard and swaying heavily in front of her face. It was easily twice the girth of Tim’s and longer by a good four inches. Lena moaned at the sight, a needy, broken sound.

“Fuck, I missed this,” she breathed, both hands wrapping around the base. Even together they couldn’t close completely.

Marcus looked down at her with calm ownership. “Show your husband how a real man gets greeted.”

Lena turned her head toward the corner. Tim was already on his knees, hands on his thighs, chastity cage straining. Their eyes met for one humiliating second before Lena opened her mouth and took Marcus’s thick cockhead between her lips.

The wet, obscene sounds started immediately. She sucked him with hunger, loud slurping pops and gagging whimpers as she forced more of his length down her throat. Marcus groaned, one big hand resting lightly on the back of her head, guiding but not forcing. Not yet.

“That’s it, baby. Worship that superior dick,” he rumbled. “Tell your little white husband exactly what you’re tasting.”

Lena pulled off with a gasp, strings of spit connecting her swollen lips to the glistening black shaft. She looked straight at Tim while she stroked Marcus with both hands.

“It’s so much thicker than yours, Tim. So heavy. I can feel his heartbeat against my tongue. Your pathetic little white dick never filled my mouth like this. Never made me this wet just from sucking it.”

Tim’s face burned. His caged cock leaked steadily into the plastic tube.

Marcus chuckled darkly. “Keep going. Tell him how it feels when I fuck you.”

Lena’s voice grew breathier, filthier. “When he stretches me open it feels like I’m being split in half in the best way. Your tiny prick barely touches the sides anymore. I don’t even feel you, baby. But Marcus… God, he hits places you’ve never reached. He owns my pussy now. I’ve been craving this big black cock for weeks while you’ve been locked up like the useless cuck you are.”

She dove back down, taking him deeper, throat bulging. Marcus finally gripped her hair and started fucking her face with slow, deliberate strokes. Saliva poured down her chin onto her tits.

After several minutes he pulled her off, cock shining with her spit.

“Bedroom. Now. I’m not wasting any more time.”

Lena stood on shaky legs, lips puffy, eyes glassy with lust. She took Marcus’s hand and led him past Tim without a glance. Tim remained on his knees in the corner, trembling, until Marcus snapped his fingers.

“Crawl after us, boy. You don’t walk in my house.”

Tim dropped to all fours and followed them into the bedroom like a dog.

Marcus didn’t bother with foreplay. He spun Lena around at the edge of the marital bed and bent her forward roughly. Her hands braced on the black sheets, ass up, back arched. He yanked the soaked thong to the side and rubbed the fat head of his cock up and down her dripping slit.

“Beg for it,” he ordered.

“Please, Marcus. Please fuck me raw. I need that big black cock inside me. Breed your white slut while my husband watches.”

Tim knelt beside the bed, eyes level with his wife’s flushed face. Her mouth was open, panting.

Marcus thrust forward.

Lena screamed as the massive cock sank into her in one long, brutal stroke. Her eyes rolled back, toes curling. The wet smack of his heavy balls against her clit echoed through the room.

“Fuuuuck yes! So deep—oh my god it’s so fucking deep!”

Marcus didn’t ease her into it. He gripped her hips and started pounding her with hard, relentless strokes. The bed shook. Lena’s tits swung wildly inside the sheer bra. Every thrust forced a guttural cry from her throat.

Tim could see everything. The way her pussy lips stretched obscenely around the thick black shaft. The white cream already coating Marcus’s cock. The way her asshole winked every time he bottomed out.

“Tell him again,” Marcus growled, never slowing. “Tell your husband whose pussy this is.”

“It’s yours!” Lena wailed. “This pussy belongs to your big black cock! Tim’s never made me cum like this. Never. I’m your slut—your breeding whore—fuck, I’m gonna cum already!”

Her first orgasm hit like a freight train. Her entire body locked up, thighs shaking violently as she squirted around his pistoning cock. Clear fluid sprayed onto the sheets and down her legs. Marcus laughed and kept hammering through it, making it worse.

When her screams died to whimpers, he pulled out, flipped her onto her back, and folded her in half. He pushed her legs all the way back until her knees framed her head in a brutal mating press. The position left her completely helpless, cunt tilted upward like an offering.

Marcus drove back in, even deeper now. The new angle made Lena’s eyes cross. She clawed at his muscular shoulders, nails digging into dark skin.

“Fill me,” she begged hoarsely. “Cum inside me. Please flood my womb. I want it so bad.”

Tim was openly sobbing now, kneeling right beside them, one hand frantically rubbing the front of his chastity cage.

“Please, Sir… please let me cum,” he whispered. “I can’t take it anymore.”

Marcus looked down at the broken husband and smirked. “No. Keep that worthless white dick locked. You don’t cum until I say so. Maybe not even tonight.”

He fucked Lena harder, the wet slap of his balls against her ass loud and rhythmic. Her second orgasm ripped through her almost immediately, and this time she really squirted—hard arcs of fluid that soaked Marcus’s abs and the sheets beneath them. She screamed so loud Tim was sure the neighbors would hear.

Marcus’s breathing finally changed. His thrusts grew shorter, deeper, more savage.

“Here it comes, baby. Take your first load of the night.”

Lena’s eyes flew open. “Yes! Give it to me! Breed me!”

With a deep groan, Marcus buried himself to the hilt. His heavy balls drew up tight and began pulsing. Thick ropes of cum erupted straight into Lena’s unprotected womb. He kept grinding against her cervix as he pumped her full, load after load until it was visibly overflowing around his cock. When he finally pulled out, a thick glob of white seed immediately leaked from her gaping hole and ran down toward her asshole.

But he wasn’t done.

He flipped her again, put her back in doggy, and fucked her through the messy creampie, using his own cum as lube. Lena came a third time, screaming into the mattress. Then he put her back in the mating press and gave her a second massive load, even bigger than the first. By the time he finally pulled free, her pussy was a wrecked, cum-drenched mess. Thick semen poured out in slow, heavy waves every time her walls clenched.

Marcus stood up, chest heaving, cock still mostly hard and glistening with their combined fluids. He pointed at the floor in front of him.

Tim crawled forward instantly.

“Clean it.”

Tim opened his mouth and took the spent black cock between his lips. The taste was overwhelming—salty, musky, mixed with the sweet tang of his wife’s pussy. He sucked obediently, tongue swirling, cleaning every inch while tears ran down his cheeks.

Lena, still on her back with her legs spread obscenely, reached down and spread her cum-filled pussy with two fingers. More semen bubbled out.

“Look at it, Timmy,” she cooed, voice hoarse but cruelly sweet. “That’s what a real man leaves behind. That’s what you’ll never be able to give me. You’re just the cleanup crew now.”

Tim whimpered around Marcus’s cock, sucking harder.

When Marcus was satisfied, he pulled out of Tim’s mouth with a wet pop and looked down at both of them.

“Lena, schedule the next breeding for two weeks from now. Same time. I want her ovulating if possible.” He glanced at Tim. “And you. That cage stays on for another full month. No arguments. You’ll edge every night thinking about what I just did to your wife and you still won’t get to cum.”

“Yes, Sir,” Tim whispered, voice cracking.

Marcus pulled up his sweats, gave Lena one last possessive kiss that left her moaning, and walked out without another word.

The front door closed.

Then there was only silence.

Lena lay on the ruined bed, chest rising and falling, thick rivers of cum still leaking from her well-fucked pussy. Tim remained on his knees beside her, lips swollen, face streaked with tears and spit, the taste of another man’s seed thick on his tongue. Neither of them spoke.

The room was perfectly quiet.