My New Bull Part 2

My New Bull Part 2I sit in my car in stunned silence. I had just made myself cum in my car on my drive home and then this picture of a god like creature appears on my phone with a cock the size of which I had never seen before and I am completely at a loss for words and as horny as I think I have ever been in my life. I quickly exit my car and enter my dark house as everyone has already gone to bed. I take another look at my phone, at that picture, fuck that man is hot, I think to myself. I turn off my phone and hurry up the stairs and into my bedroom. Throwing off my clothes I slide under the covers and listen to my husband breathing, he is asleep but I need him now. I crawl under the covers and immediately fish his cock out of his underware and take his cock in my mouth. He stirs and as he wakes his cock is already starting to stiffen. Soon his hands are on the back of my head guiding it up and down his hard member. My tongue gliding along the soft skin, feeling every vein and tasting his precum. “What has gotten into you tonight?” he asks. I crawl up his body, kissing him deeply, our tongues almost fighting in his mouth. “Just need my husband, do you want me stop?” “Hell no!” he says. He reaches down and guides his cock to my pussy. It slips in easily. “Fuck you are so wet Kathy!” I close my eyes and images of DeSean immediately pop into my mind. He is spotting me doing squats and every time I stand up I can feel his cock pressing against my back. Pressing dumb bells over my head, his large hands slide from my upper arms to engulf and massage istanbul escort my breasts. I am riding my husbands cock hard and fast, he is breathing hard, we are both breaking out in sweat. The final image of DeSean, I am laying on my back on the bench press, my head hangs over the end, my hair trails down to the floor DeSeans’ huge dark cock is out and he is fucking my mouth with it. At that moment I cum long and hard, shaking and moaning so loud my husband places his hand over my mouth so I don’t wake the k**s. When I finally come down from the massive orgasm, I open my eyes, my husband staring at me. “Anything you want to tell me?” he asks. “N No” I mumble “just needed my husband tonight.” I roll off him to my side of the bed. Laying on my side my back facing him, I slip my hand between my legs. As my husband falls asleep, I feel how completely soaked my pussy is. Never have I been so wet. I can’t stop touching myself. First one finger, then two, moving slowly in and out of my pussy. I add a third finger, pushing deep inside me I stifle a moan. One more yes one more finger, all four going deeply, slowly filling me as I imagine, his cock, not my husbands but DeSean. Feeling it stuff me. Would it make me scream? Could I even take it? Touching places deep within that have never been touched by a cock. Whimpering I cum again, my fingers feeling another flood inside me. I finally fall asleep.The alarm clock blares, I reach over to turn it off. Oh, I am stiff from my work out avcılar escort last night. I guess DeSean worked me out pretty good and I didn’t realize it. Everyone has left for work or school and I pull myself from bed and head for the shower. My naked body passes in front of the mirror above the dresser and realize I can’t remember the last time I slept naked. I hop in the shower and enjoy the hot steamy water running over me. As I close my eyes and rinse that last of the soap from my body, images again flood my brain. Black hands on white skin. Two bodies covered in sweat, one dark one light. Me on my knees, lips stretched tight around a huge black cock, spit hanging down my chin. Next I am getting fucked doggy style screaming with pleasure as a large cock plows deep within my pussy. Fuck!! I say out loud, turning off the shower and heading back into my bedroom. Quickly opening the bedside drawer, I lay on the bed, shove my vibrator deep inside my wet slit and fuck myself to another orgasm. After a few moments my head clears. I imagine I must look a mess. Wet hair plastered to the pillow, my legs spread, knees up and my vibrator still in my pussy. I need to head to work. Maybe that will take my mind off of “Him”.The drive to work was uneventful. I gave the usually hellos and nods to my coworkers. I enter my office and close the door. Fire up the computer and sit and stare at it for an hour. I snapped out of my haze when my phone alerts me of a text. My heart jumps as DeSeans’ name appears on the screen. “How you şirinevler escort feeling this morning just wanted to check that my star trainee is ok? did you get my text last night?””I got your pic…you are very well put together you should be proud of what you have accomplished. I am a bit sore today.” I reply”You should let me give you a massage to help with the soreness””I don’t think I have time today””How about lunch then?” he asks”I am going to eat in my office.””You should probably take a day off from training, how about dinner or just a drink? We can talk business…I am looking for some marketing ideas maybe even a new firm for the club.”My mind races for an excuse. I did just lose a client. Wouldn’t hurt to land another one.”Ok, I will meet you for a drink.” I answer.”Perfect, I will text you later where to meet me. Talk to you later””OK bye” I answer.My phone dings again, Geez what now! I say a bit to loud. I check my phone this time it is a text from my husband Bryan. “Just wanted to say thanks to that woman who showed up in the bed last night. Do I need to pop into your office to make sure I can keep her satisfied…lol””Apparently I was in a mood…lol ;)””Can’t wait to see you tonight” He says.A passing of guilt went through my mind as I typed.”Well I might be late, meeting a potential client after work.””Ok as long as you wake me up again when you get home :)””OK, bye” At 4:30 DeSean sends me text. Meet me at the bar at the top of my clubs building at 5:00. 5 minutes later I find myself in the bathroom checking my make up and straightening my clothes. Staring into the mirror wondering what the hell I am doing! This is a business meeting not a date. Time to head to the bar. Deep breaths, why am I so nervous? Just another business meeting right? Texting my husband Bryan. “Heading to my meeting, shouldn’t take to long, be home soon. :)”