S., soil and realise the fool was presenting a mirage all the time. But fuck the fool; this post isn’t for the likes of that wimp but for the reales... ones in here.Most Bulls wouldn’t be much concerned about a white hubby wishing for the Bull to come bang the wife, and sometimes I can understand that. Except I’m not like one of such. Being a Bull with a swinging dick between his legs is more like hiring a gunslinger back in the wild West. But having a Master around, that takes a lot more tact. Only big cocks, black cocks, could give a woman what she needs. Megan was doomed never to be satisfied during intercourse.Jamal had scared her the last couple times they had been together. The first time, he had roughly grabbed her head and fucked her face like she was just an object designed to make him cum. Last time, he had slammed his entire cock into her ass, telling her that it was her purpose to serve men and calling her a slut. He had spanked her cheeks and she had told him how much she. I squatted in front of him reached up and cupped his balls and inhaled his manhood down my throat until his pubic hair was tickling my nose. I gobbled on this magnificent piece of male meat and sucked on his nut sack. After a few minutes he tapped me on the shoulder and pulled me up to standing.He whispered in my ear that in a booth across the hallway was his friend who too had a 7 inch cock. If I was to follow him there I could service them both at the same time. We left the booth and went in. "Barb" as always was a bit of an instigator and had decided the time had been right to make seating changes. They were very good friends and besides; four eyes were better than two to watch the rest of the establishment. "Moll" took the hint. She rose and went around to the other side of the table, sitting next to her friend; quite close even for BFF standards.There was more giggling. An old dirty joke was shared. It was one of those jokes that had been funny as fuck at slumber parties and now.