Chat with black bulls
Two swirling orbs of warm brown that I almost immediately got lost in. He and Tyrell were still talking, but I couldn't hear anything over my own pounding heartbeat. I walked to the bathroom, stood in front of the mirror and pulled my dress down.
I stared at myself for a long time before fishing the marker out of my purse.
" I asked in a breathy voice, trying both to get into the spirit of things and to gage his reaction. I don't know what it was, but I was extremely turned on by He was also to be obeyed by both Cam and I at all times during the date, though we were given a "safe word" to use if things went "too far" or if one of us became too uncomfortable.
The waitress brought another shot and I knocked that one back too. Tyrell squeezed my ass, bit my neck and I could feel his rigid member pressing up against my wet pussy through his jeans. I needed to be seen doing this, I needed to own it.
It felt like everyone was staring at me, and even though I knew they weren't, I loved it. I realized that I'd written it as much for him as I had for myself. I can't wait any longer." I moaned in Tyrell's ear. We'll be right behind you." Tyrrell said, straining to remain calm as I ground against him.
Shameless in my growing hedonism, I strode back to the table and sat back in Tyrell's lap, wiggling my ass against his cock as I did so. "Yeah, yeah okay." Cam stammered, then he got up and hurried off.
He gave me a few choices, and I thought about it for a while. It was simple, guttural and to the point, but it had a certain power to it. Friday night, Tyrell sent us pictures of his hard cock. "Hey Slut." A deep baritone emanated from my phone's speaker. "Moan for me, moan for that cock." I did as I was bid. Cam walked into the kitchen and came back with the phone. "That's a good girl." Tyrell said calmly but commandingly.
Tyrell said I could pick something, as long as it was filthy. "I can't hear you." Tyrrell said in an almost sing-songy way.