Black Bull: Her Unexpected Master

--- The bar was loud, but the only thing he heard was the sharp *thud* of his glass hitting the table. His wife—*his* wife—was leaned over the pool table, ass arched high, while some black guy in a muscle tank rolled the cue between her parted thighs. "You stroke it like this, baby," the guy murmured, hand guiding hers too slow, too deliberate. She giggled, pressing back. He saw the way her nipples strained against her dress. A flicker of heat shot straight to his cock—half rage, half something sick and electric. The stranger’s palm slid up her hip, fingers dipping under her skirt. She didn’t pull away. "Fuck," he breathed, watching those thick fingers disappear. The guy glanced over his shoulder, smirk sharp. "You just gonna watch, or you need a closer look?" His wife moaned, shameless, grinding into the guy’s hand. His stomach twisted. He couldn’t move. He was hard as hell. ---

The stranger curled his fingers deeper, his knuckles pressing against the wet fabric of her panties. A slick sound escaped as he dragged them aside, exposing her bare flesh. "Look at that," he growled, nodding toward the husband. "She’s dripping for me already." She whimpered, pushing back against his wrist—not to stop him, but to take more. The guy’s other hand gripped her hip, yanking her dress up to her waist. Her ass bounced slightly as he gave it a sharp smack, leaving a reddening print behind. "Fuck, yeah. That what you like?" She nodded fast, gasping as he slid two fingers inside, stretching her. The husband’s cock twitched in his jeans, his pulse hammering in his throat. The stranger twisted his fingers, thumb circling her clit. "Gonna come just like this, baby? While he watches?" Her thighs shook, a desperate moan torn from her lips. The guy chuckled darkly, never breaking rhythm. "Good girl."

The stranger pulled his fingers out with a wet *pop*, glistening under the dim bar lights. He wiped them slowly across the husband’s stunned lips, smearing her arousal there. "Taste that? She’s *mine* tonight." The wife bit her lip, eyes locked on her husband as she rolled her hips, grinding shamelessly against the edge of the pool table. "He’s right, baby. You barely touch me like this." Her voice was breathy, mocking. "Maybe you should take notes." The guy grabbed the back of her neck, forcing her to arch deeper. "Tell him what you want," he demanded, his other hand dragging down to palm her bare ass. She whimpered, then moaned, "I want *you* to fuck me—right here. Let him see how a real man does it." The husband’s hands clenched at his sides, his cock throbbing in painful denial. The stranger laughed, unzipping his jeans. "Guess you’re just the audience tonight, huh?" With a rough jerk, he yanked her panties to the side and slammed into her. She screamed, her back bowing as he pounded her without mercy. The table rocked under their weight, balls scattering. "Damn, she takes it *good*," the guy grunted, hips pistoning. "You hear that, man? Your wife’s a fucking *natural*." The husband couldn’t look away.

The stranger gripped her hair, wrenching her head back as he fucked her harder, his balls slapping against her soaked pussy. "Open your mouth," he growled. She obeyed instantly, tongue lolling out, eyes glazed with submission. He spat straight into it, then smirked as she swallowed without hesitation. "Pathetic," he taunted, glancing at the husband. "Your bitch *loves* being treated like trash." Her moans turned breathless as he slammed into her cervix, the sharp slap of skin echoing through the bar. "Get on your knees," he ordered, pulling out suddenly. She scrambled to the sticky floor, dress hiked up, tits spilling free. The stranger stroked his thick cock, slapping it against her flushed cheeks. "Clean it off," he commanded. "Show your man how a *real* cock tastes." She dragged her tongue up his shaft, slurping her own juices off him with obscene hunger. The husband’s jaw clenched, fists shaking—but he didn’t move. "Good whore," the stranger muttered, shoving his cock deep down her throat. "Now beg for it."

The stranger yanked her head back by her hair, her throat still working around his cock as she gagged. “Open those pretty eyes,” he ordered, nodding toward the bar. At least three more men—bigger, darker, their gazes locked on the show she was putting on—had drifted closer. One licked his lips as he palmed his bulge through his jeans. The stranger grinned. “Looks like you got an audience, slut.” She whined, spit dripping down her chin, but her hips rocked like she couldn’t help it. “P-please,” she stammered, voice wrecked. “More… I need more.” “Louder.” He smacked her cheek with his cock. “**Please!**” The word tore out of her, raw and shameless. “I want all of them—fuck me, use me, I don’t care!” Her husband made a strangled noise, but the other men were already stepping forward, belts unbuckling. The stranger laughed, shoving her face-first onto the pool table. “Guess we’re just getting started.”

He yanked her head back by the roots of her hair, forcing her to choke around him. Her throat fluttered desperately, spit dribbling down her chin as she gagged. "You *like* that, don't you?" he sneered. "Like being used like a fucking fleshlight." She nodded frantically, pupils blown wide, hands clutching at his thighs. The stranger laughed, thrusting deeper until her nose pressed against his pelvis. "Say it." "I *love* it," she gasped when he finally let her breathe, lips swollen, voice wrecked. "Please—*please* fuck my face harder!" The husband’s breath hitched as the man obliged, rutting into her mouth like an animal, his grip brutal on her skull. "Watch close," the stranger growled over the wet, gagging sounds. "This is what she *really* wants." He pulled out, dragging her up by the hair and bending her over the pool table again. "Now scream for me," he ordered, slamming back into her dripping cunt in one vicious stroke. She howled, nails scraping the felt as he hammered into her, each thrust punishing. "Tell him you’re *mine* tonight." "Yours!" she sobbed, arching back to take him deeper. "*Fuck*, I’m yours!" The stranger grinned, spanking her ass hard enough to leave a handprint. "Damn right."