33-Pack CHEATING Megabundle (28 page)

"All cows must be punished," he said, bringing his cum-soaked face to my lips as he urged me to clean it off him.

"What?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Who did he think he was?

"Cows are submissive to their bulls," he explained, smearing my own sex juices all over my lips. I tasted my own cum for the first time and was excited about it. I'd never tasted my own scent before - smelled it, yes - but never tasted it. It was both sweet and musky at the same time and it served to only make me hornier.

"You've got to be kidding me," I said, licking my juices from his face. The fight had gone out of me and I was beginning to realize deep down inside that he was right. I was his cow and would do whatever he said.

"You will obey me!" his voice rose and his hand came down upon my ass over and over again, leaving it sore and stinging.

I hung my head, realizing that I was, indeed, his Hucow to command as he pleased. "Yes, master."

"Good," he said as his hand lingered on my reddened ass. "I want you to suck my cock until I tell you to stop."

I slid to my knees and did what he said, pulling his pants down to the ground, which he stepped out of. "God!" I exclaimed, putting my hand to my mouth. "You're so big!" I looked up into his gleaming eyes, wondering how in the hell I was supposed to take something that big into my mouth - or anywhere else for that matter. "You don't really expect me--"

"Suck it!" I was cut off and I heard the sound before I felt the sting on my cheek.

"Yes, master," I said meekly as I began fondling his balls in one hand as I pulled his dick taut in preparation for my mouth. I looked up at him with tears in my eyes as I slowly slid my lips down over his huge fucking black cock.

I had to stretch my jaw wider than I ever had, just to get the head in my mouth, but once I'd done that it wasn't that much harder to slide him down my throat. Of course I was only able to get him in about a third of the way.

He suddenly grabbed my hair and pushed me down past my comfort zone and I pulled back, choking and coughing. A second to catch my breath was all he allowed before pushing me back down his massive shaft - each time further and further until I was taking him all the way down my throat. I had absolutely no idea how in the world I had gotten his cock that deep inside my mouth.

"Suck it! Bring me to the edge of orgasm!"

I did my best to work my magic on his dick. It'd been awhile since I'd sucked my husband's cock, so I was sorely out of practice, but I quickly got into the swing of it. As I sucked on his huge monstrosity, he leaned over and began fondling my tits, slapping the nipples and sending milk spraying everywhere. My cries were muffled by the cock embedded deep in my throat.

After several minutes of sucking his big, black dick, he pulled me to my feet and directed me to the bed.

"What do you say to your master?" he asked as I laid on my back, spreading my legs and showing him my ultra-wet, pink pussy for his greedy eyes.

"Please, master! Knock me up! I need you to dump your dominant seed into my fertile, unprotected womb. Please?"

He was on top of me in a flash and I felt his massive, slicked-up beast of a cock press right at my small, tight pussy. My husband wasn't particularly well-endowed, so I never had to worry about taking anything larger than my dildo. But Charles - oh my God! He was massive. I was certain that he wasn't going to be able to fit it inside me.

"Moo like a cow!" He said, slapping me across the face.

The second I started mooing, he slammed his huge cock deep inside my poor pussy. I screamed out, but it didn't seem to faze him in the slightest. I opened my legs wide to his dominant will, knowing that I would do anything for him.

After the initial shock, I felt stirrings deep inside my belly. Fertile stirrings. I wanted a baby. I didn't care if it was his or my husband's or even the next-door neighbor's. I just wanted to feel a baby inside my belly.

As he fucked me hard and without protection, he played with my large, milky breasts. They were the only things large on my body. I'd always had a disproportionate breast size and had gotten a lot of teasing through the years over it. But now they seemed to come in handy.

He squeezed and milked my breasts, pinching my nipples and making me cum over and over from his rough ministrations. When he began sucking one, I felt another orgasm build up inside my fertile body and I came so hard that I nearly knocked him off.

He worked his big, black cock in and out of my small, delicate pussy. First, he'd pull all the way out and then pound it back in until he bottomed out. He kept this up for several minutes as my body bounced on the bed over and over with each of his forceful thrusts. I wrapped my legs around him and kissed him on the lips, tasting my own mother's milk.

"Please dump your seed in me. I want your baby!" I still couldn't believe I was saying these words, but my hormones seemed to be talking for me. It was a physical, aching need. I just wanted someone's sperm to be pumped into me. I needed it more than I had ever needed anything in my life.

Charles began grunting and his pounding grew even more forceful. I knew my pussy would never be the same. I wondered briefly if my husband would notice, but then I remembered that we hadn't had sex in so long he probably wouldn't be able to tell the difference.

"Spray your hot, dominant cum in my fertile womb!" I cried out as I dug my nails into his back, leaving red marks. He pounded me until I was nearly out of it.

Then he grunted loudly and slammed his monster dick deeper inside me than he'd ever been before and held it there. He pressed his lips to mine savagely and pinned my arms to my side.

I was completely helpless as I felt his cock-head and shaft grow inside my fertile cunt. This was it! He was going to spray his dominant, potent seed into my aching, needy womb and knock a baby up in me.

I held his gaze and nodded as he let loose with his built-up torrent of man-cum. Shot after ropey shot spurted deep inside my cervix, coating every ounce of my lady parts. With this one act, he had claimed me as his. I knew that I would never want my husband again. I wanted my master. I wanted Charles.

His cock must've spurted for several minutes - or at least it felt like that - until it was finally empty and spent; all of his precious seed now safely in my belly. With one final thrust, he pushed up inside my flooded cervix and spurted one last ounce of his liquid gold into me.

Just as I was about to relax, the lights flicked on and the director said, "That's a wrap. Good work, guys!"

"What? What's going on?" I asked, rubbing the light from my eyes.

"You were great, honey," Charles said, smiling as he slid out of me, his cock still impossibly huge.

"What?" My post-coitus brain wouldn't let me think straight. All I wanted to do was roll over and go to sleep.

"You're a star now, cow."

"A star?"

"Yeah, look around you."

That was when I noticed all the cameras planted around the room. "You mean?"

"Yup! Come back tomorrow for another shoot."

As I dressed and left, I smiled as everyone was following me around on all fours and mooing. This was such a silly place, but I think I liked it. Now, what to tell the hubby.

*****

"So, did you get the part?" my husband asked, still reading his damnable newspaper.

"Oh, I got the part all right," I said as I massaged my aching, milky breasts. "But that's not all I got."

"That's good, dear," he mumbled from the living room.

He had no idea how good.

Covet my Neighbor's Wife

Nikita Storm

"Can I borrow a glass of wine?"

My eyes nearly popped out of my head when I answered the door only to see my hot-to-trot 19-year old neighbor lady standing in front of me dressed like a slut. She was wearing a see-thru tank top with no bra underneath, her long blonde hair tied back in a pony-tail and cut-off jeans with more holes in them than the brick of swiss cheese I had in the fridge.

"Please?" she begged, her sexy green eyes pleading with me as she held out her wine glass.

I looked her up and down, "does John know you're here?"

She bit her lip and shook her head, "no..."

I sighed as my big black cock sprung to life in my shorts. "All right. Red or white?"

"Red," she said, her eyes ravishing my buff black body. I knew that look; I'd seen it on a million faces. Don't get me wrong, Jen was a hot number. She was every man's wet dream: tall, lanky, big breasts and a face as sweet as sugar. She was also married to my best friend. That was a line I didn't particularly want to cross.

"Stay here, I'll get it," I said, taking the glass from her. When I came back from the kitchen, I saw that she hadn't listened to a word I said. I set the glass down on the coffee table in front of the sofa and sat next to her. I'd gotten myself a nip of brandy while I was there.

"You know you shouldn't be here," I cautioned as I studied her legs. She was lightly tanned and very toned. My eyes wandered up her body, stopping at her large breasts. I noticed a small drop of wetness forming on the outside of her shirt, causing it to cling transparently to her nipple.
God, she was lactating
. Then I remembered that she'd just weaned a baby. Makes sense that she was still dribbling.

"Ahem," I heard her clear her throat and when I looked up, I noticed her smiling as she held my gaze.
Caught
! It was going to be hard to feign non-interest now.

"Perhaps you better get going," I grabbed the wine glass and handed it to her. However, the hand-off was a bit wobbly and she didn't get a good grip on the glass, spilling it all over her shirt and pants.

"Oh no!" she cried, her eyes going wide. "These are my good clothes! I've got to get them in the wash quick."

I raced over to the door, thinking that she was going to run home and do her laundry there. Nope, I turned around to find her undressing right in my front living room. And I was standing at the door, holding it wide open for her. If her husband had walked by at that moment...

"What the hell are you doing?" I asked incredulously, swiftly closing the door.

"Where's your washer?" she asked, looking up at me with hopeful eyes. I couldn't be sure, but I thought I saw a glimmer of mirth in them.

I sighed and rolled my eyes.
Was she really trying to pull this trick with me
? I was about to tell her to get out and go home, but at that moment her large, engorged breasts began to leak. I watched her milk-filled breasts with fascination as a fine stream sprayed out of the nipple onto the floor. I wasn't even mad.

"Ahem!" she waved her hands in front of my face, trying to get my attention away from her boobs. "Marcus? Are you sure everything's okay? You look distracted." She smiled, knowing exactly what I had been staring at.

Fuck! I'd been caught
. "Uh," I stammered, knowing that she held the upper hand at that point. "All right, fine. The washroom's down the hallway to the right."

She winked and smiled at me as she turned on her heel and headed in the direction I had indicated. I watched her tall, lithe form strut from view as her bare ass jiggled as she walked.

When she was out of view, I sighed deeply and took a jig of gin to calm my nerves.
You're losing it, boy
! I chastised myself as I paced back and forth.
Was this hot filly really worth losing your life-long friendship with John? After all, you've only known her for a couple years
.

At that moment, Jenny popped back into the room, scaring me out of my reverie. Her demeanor was completely different. She was bouncy, happy and full of vigor. This only made the situation worse.

"What?" she said pushing her breasts up with her hands as milk sprayed all over. "Don't tell me you've never seen a milking mother before."

Her eyes danced mischievously as she was obviously delighted with the attention I was paying to her motherly breasts.

I shook my head, "actually, I haven't. At least not since I was a baby," I said with a wan smile.

She giggled, her breasts swaying as she did. Milk began to leak faster as it sprayed everywhere. "Uh, I kinda need to relieve these..." she said, pointing seductively to her breasts.

"Oh," I tore my gaze away from her gorgeous, milk-filled breasts, "the bathroom's this way." I led her to the bathroom and stood outside the door stupidly as she closed it and began expressing herself.

I imagined her silky, creamy milk squirting furiously from her nips. My cock twitched in my jeans as I imagined myself licking and sucking her motherly breasts, drinking the delightful boob juice straight from the source. My hand snaked down my pants as I began fondling myself to the thought.

Suddenly the door opened and she flashed me a wicked smile.

"Well, don't just stand there with your hands in your pants, come help a lady out."

I could not have resisted even if her husband had walked through the door at that moment.

"Here," she instructed, pressing my hand to her needy, aching breast, "squeeze gently until the milk begins to flow." She leaned back her head and moaned as my wicked, black hands touched her soft, white, pillowy breasts. "Ever since the baby was weaned, I kept my milk flowing, but sometimes it becomes too much to bear."

To my surprise, she began fingering herself as my hand kneaded her engorged breast. I couldn't believe I was doing this!
If her husband found out
! I watched, fascinated, as the off-white milk swirled in the drain and disappeared. I was very much turned on by this and knew I wanted more.

"Why don't you taste it. You seem to be so fascinated by it," she suggested, bringing up one of her teats to my mouth.

I made a face and she laughed. "It doesn't taste that bad. See?" She aimed one of her nipples to her face and squirted a practiced shot into her mouth. "Now you try."

I closed my eyes and opened my mouth, not knowing what to expect. What I got was something far more delicious than I could've ever dreamed of. Suddenly, I was like a dying, thirsty man who needed to drink as much as he could.