faster, harder and deeper. The bedsprings creaked in protest.
David felt tears well up in his eyes.
“Oh, don’t give me that shit,” Brandon warned. “I see the front of your fucking pants.” His eyes flicked to the front of David’s slacks, which were distended by his erection.
“Go on,” Brandon insisted, as he fucked Cassie. “Whip it out. You know you want to.” He began to hammer his hips faster, and reached up with one hand to squeeze one of Cassie’s pale breasts. “This is better than a fucking porno for you, isn’t it?”
And David couldn’t help himself. He did as he was told. Standing there, watching Brandon fuck Cassie, he reached down and unbuckled his belt.
A moment later, his pants fell down around his ankles, and David found himself stroking his own erection.
He felt miserable; his hard-on between his fingers so pale and tiny compared to Brandon’s enormous cock. But he was also more aroused than he could ever remember; and his balls were tight with desperate need.
“That’s it,” Brandon watched David jerk off, and thrust deeper into Cassie’s pliant, unconscious body. “You like watching your wife get fucked by a big, black cock – don’t you?”
And then Brandon bit his lip.
“Shit,” he grinned. “Man, your wife’s pussy is too much.” He began to thrust harder. “I’m about to bust my nut.”
David knew he had to say something. David knew he had to tell him to stop – that Cassie wasn’t on any form of birth control and they were trying to get pregnant.
But he didn’t. Instead, he just stroked his cock faster, and shuffled closer to the bed.
“Here it comes,” Brandon warned, pounding Cassie hard and fast. “Oh, Jesus. It’s coming. I’m going to fill her up, you little slut.”
And then he came.
Groaning, Brandon arched his back and thrust deeply inside Cassie’s unconscious body. Buried balls deep in the sleeping white wife, he spurted into her fertile, unprotected cunt.
And as David watched, he too tipped over the edge. Watching this big, black stranger cum inside his wife made his own balls contract; and a moment later he was jerking hot spurts of cum over Cassie’s bare breasts.
“Oh, shit,” Brandon, still buried inside Cassie, watched her husband paint her breasts with his seed. “That’s hot. Cum all over her tits, that’s right.”
And David did; covering her with his load until his cock grew soft, flaccid and exhausted. And only when his balls were empty did he start to emerge from the erotic fugue and take stock of his surroundings.
He was standing there, pants around his ankles, with his limp cock dripping stickily into his fingers. Meanwhile, Brandon was clambering off the bed, pulling his own softening cock from Cassie’s tight pussy with an audible “schlurp.”
And, to David’s horror, as Brandon pulled himself away, a torrent of cum poured from Cassie’s pink, freshly-fucked pussy.
“Oh, shit ,” David reached down and tried to pull up his pants. “Oh fuck. You came in her.”
“I sure as hell did,” Brandon was pulling up his pants.
“She’s not on the pill,” David wailed. “Oh, shit. What if you got her pregnant?”
Brandon chuckled.
“Holy crap! You just let a fucking stranger bareback your wife and she wasn’t even on the pill?” He slapped David good-naturedly on the arm. “You’re a sick motherfucker, David.” He grinned. “I like that.”
“I’m serious,” David wailed. “What do I do?”
Brandon was tucking his shirt in.
“Man, I’ve got three kids already, so I know I’m not shooting blanks.” He jerked his thumb towards Cassie, who was lying there with her thighs spread, filled with another man’s seed. “Looks like I just planted a baby-maker in there.”
David turned and stared at his beautiful wife’s splayed legs.
He suddenly knew what he had to do.
“Get out of here,” he ordered, and pushed Brandon towards the door. “Go on, leave.”
“Hey, let me at least do my
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