nocluescooby
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Cathy and I spent several hours in the hotel room, with me providing oral satisfaction to her. I savored her sex shared with me, and traced and became familiar with every curve, fold, taste and scent of her secret. As she enjoyed my attentions, and drank a glass of wine, she spoke revealing many things in a dreamy, erotic, throaty tone:
"That's it, boy toy! Lick and suck, lick and suck! Hell yeah! Drink that cum!"
We moved to the floor, with her kneeling above my face facing my feet.
"That's it, be a good little boy toy and taste Sir James and ME! Don't think you've moved up a notch, slave (then she rode my mouth powerfully with her pussy)! I'm still Sir James white sex slut, and you're still there beneath me - don't you forget it!
My cock was rock hard and dripping, begging for her attention. It tensed and throbbed, exposed to my sexy Cathy. My balls were heavy and full, wanting to surrender to her.
"My, my that cock looks like it's begging!" she laughed and teased. "Well, too bad! Just like your wife I belong to Sir James, and both you and my husband are now pushed down and under us blacked wives!"
I started sucking on the sensual folds of Cathy's pussy, concentrating on them, venerating them with my mouth. Her pubic hair tickled my face and her juices soaked her sexy slit. Then she started to tease my cock by gently blowing on it. I closed my eyes and imagined that she was even close to it as my cock surrendered it's sacred thick, sticky, baby juice for her.
"Mmmmmmm," she commented. "Just like master said."
My orgasm subsided and as it did my attention to Cathy's mound became less urgent and more sensual in nature.
"Oh, yeah," she said. "Don't stop! Keep takeing master's cum from my pussy. Mmmmmmmm! Hope you know Paul is tasting Maureen right now!" She giggled with a naughty tone.
I paused momentarily, unsure how to handle the thought of Paul seeing tasting my wife's secret.
"Don't worry, Master told us to switch hubbys for the afternoon," she powerd her mound onto my willing, open mouth again. "Master wants to be sure that the ties of husband and wife are subject to his command. He thought it would help you both to surrender your sexuality further to us and him."
She started to gyrate her opening over my mouth, and some of Sir James cum was transferred from her to me.
"Master wanted me to make sure that you know that he intends to breed Maureen and I. So, get ready for a new level of cuckoldry my boy toy! Master wants us white wives to still have a white cuck to give us oral, since he has decided to focus on trying to get us pregnant. But, it can't be our husbands at this time. He doesn't want any chance of you or Paul trying to talk us our of our decision. So, from the time we get home until we are successful you will be moving into my house and Paul into yours! Master has ordered that Maureen and I are not to speak to our husbands without him present either. So, no trying to talk to Maureen on the sneak!"
My mind was racing with the revelations Cathy had given me. I was conflicted and confounded, as well as highly aroused. My wife had been further stolen from me. Now Paul would taste her essence and see her wild pubic hair. Maureen kept her pussy totally natural and never even trimmed it. I was always turned on when we went to the beach and some pubes peaked out. Now I had lost control of my wife, and could only imagine what was happening in my own house.
On the other hand I now had access to Cathy! Her pubic area was trimmed, but thick and auburn like her hair. And her lips were more outward, inviting me to suckle on them. She got wonderfully wet at my oral attention, and I loved the taste of her juices.
Later in the afternoon we went for dinner then home. I noticed that both Sir James and Paul's cars were parked in my driveway. I winced. Cathy's hand found my upper thigh and gave it a squeeze as we parked in her driveway.
"It's OK to feel the flow of jealousy, Ben. Just concentrate on how much it turned you on to see Maureen's pussy satiated by master. Remember how much you felt the twisting erotic knife in your heart seeing that hard black cock take your wife. Think about her lips all stretched out and bright pink, yielding her sacred white womb to him. You knew he would have her, and that she would desire to totally give herself to him. All of this is an extension of what you wanted and started. You can't expect to control their relationship any more than Paul can expect to control master and mine! Now, let's go inside and you can lick me like I was your wife. As you already know, I have master's cum also. And now you can take it from me, instead."
She took my hand, and I followed her inside without looking back.
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