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 Hanna's night with her new bull continues, and Scott experiences the pain
and pleasure of denial.

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   Part 6:

   I sat there on my knees, watching Hanna suck him for what seemed like an
eternity.  James pulled her dress up over her hips and fingered her,
causing her to cry out.  The wet sounds of her mouth on his shaft
intermixed with her moans kept causing my dick to stiffen, only to go limp
again as the cage bit.  I wanted to jerk off worse than anything, but that
was going to have to wait.  Hanna wore the key to the chastity cage on a
necklace, and it dangled there from her neck as she blew her bull.

   He was still taking his time, enjoying every minute to the fullest. 
"Your pretty wife is a good cocksucker.  I can see she's had a lot of
practice with nigger dick.  You like watching her suck nigger dick?"

   "Yeah." I said numbly, but truthfully.

   "Say Yes Master J, I love watching her suck nigger dick."

   I swallowed hard, then looked up at him.  "Yes Master J, I love watching
her suck nigger dick."

   He fingered her faster now, causing her to cry out more.  She was having
trouble concentrating on his dick now.

   "She's nice and wet now.  Are you ready for me to fuck her?"

   "Yes." I said, barely audible over her moans.  "Yes Master J." I added
when he gave me a look.

   He lifted Hanna's head up, kissing her.  "Let's go to your bed.  I think
we're going to need the space."

   Hanna stood and took him by the hand, leading him to the stairs.  I
followed them up to the bedroom.  He sat on the edge of the bed and
undressed.  Hanna turned her back to me so I could unzip her dress.  It
fell to the floor around her feet and she climbed onto the bed, still
wearing her lingerie and heels.  James undressed and joined her.  She lay
on her back, and he lay at her side, slipping a finger inside her and
kissing her, still unhurried.  When she began to breathe faster, seemingly
nearing orgasm, he pulled his finger out and positioned himself between her
legs.  I watched from the foot of the bed as she spread her legs wide to
giver herself to him.  He slid the head of his cock up and down her pussy
lips several times, spreading her juices around and making her cry out in
anticipation every time he slid across her slit.

   Finally he entered her, pushing his full length into her with one
stroke. Despite his size she took him easily, showing no signs of pain. 
Whether it was because she was so wet from the prolonged foreplay or that
she had been loosened up some on her Jamaica trip I did not know. 
Regardless, my wife had just taken a cock worthy of a porn star.  As he
fucked her, her pink inner lips stretched tightly around his shaft.

   He fucked her slowly at first, but built up speed in rhythm with her
breathing.  Her feet were soon flailing in the air, one of her heels
slipping loose and dangling by the strap for a moment before falling onto
the bed.  Suddenly Hanna cried out with her orgasm, wrapping her legs
tightly around James and pulling him deep into her.  His cock became so
streaked with her cream that I thought he had came, but he continued to
fuck her until her climax finished and she relaxed her legs.

   He pulled out and rolled Hanna onto her side, sliding behind her.  He
lifted her right leg to give me full view of his cock sliding back inside
her.  From this angle I had full view of her Queen of Spades tattoo, the
first time I had seen it while she was filled with black dick.  I was
practically trembling with excitement, no longer trying to get hard but
intensely aroused just the same.  I had never gone so long without cumming
the other times I had watched her fuck.  On those prior nights my desire
had collapsed the moment I came, leaving me resentful and sullen the rest
of the evening as she continued to fuck.  This was different, without
release my mind remained focused on her and the man that fucked her.

   My eyes met hers, and I saw for the first time since this all started
the wild sex in her eyes.  It was a look I had never given her, and could
never give her.  I wondered what she must be thinking of me, standing there
with my dick in a two inch plastic cage, watching her being ravished by a
stranger I had picker for her.  I didn't get to ponder this long as soon
she closed her eyes and cried out, cumming again as he thrust into her from
behind.

   James shifted around to scissor her, giving himself more leverage as he
picked up the pace of his penetration.  He lifted her left leg up against
his chest, stroking her deeper as she lay on her side.  He freed one of her
tits from her lingerie, holding it like a handle as he fucked her.

   "I'm about to cum in your wife sissy boy.  Gonna fill her up good."

   Hanna moaned, reaching out for my hand.  I sat on the edge of the bed
and took her hand, not taking my eyes off the scene between her legs.  The
bed shook and creaked from his motions.  Hanna was trembling and sweaty,
they had been at it for nearly an hour.

   At last he pushed himself to the hilt inside and began to empty his load
deep in her womb, groaning "Ummmm" seven or eight times with each spurt. 
When he pulled out, his cock was slick with her juices mixed with his
semen. A rivulet of white spilled out onto her thigh and flowed down onto
the mattress.  There was so much!  How much more was inside?

   Hanna rolled onto her back, panting, and James lay down beside her.  I
was now the only one in the room that had not orgasmed, but a string of
clear slick precum leaked from my cage.  I wanted more, my desire still at
its peak, but for the moment the two of them were spent.  I looked down at
Hanna's crotch, her left leg lay open to the side leaving the sticky mess
down there in full view.  I was suddenly struck with the urge to lick her,
to clean his cum from her thigh and pussy with my tongue.  I had watched
men do it in lots of cuckold videos, but had always found it gross to watch
before.  Something had changed, probably my lack of release watching the
two of then fuck for the past hour.  I nearly moved down between her legs
but something made me hesitate, what was left of my pride told me not to
let things go any further.  Still, the thought of cleaning her caused my
cock to try to stiffen again, and I felt the bite of the cage once more,
breaking the trance.

   Before I could collect my thoughts, James broke the silence.

   "I think you need to go downstairs for and give us a little private
time. Got that white boy?"

   "Yes Master J."

   "And put on some fucking clothes, you look ridiculous." He laughed, and
to my embarrassment so did Hanna.

   I collected some clothes and headed downstairs.  For the moment my
humiliation was complete.  I poured myself a vodka tonic and sat on the
couch, flipping on the TV and mindlessly channel surfed.  I could hear them
talking and laughing upstairs, unable to make out what they were saying,
but the pace and tone of their conversation told me all that I needed to
know.  They had hit it off in more ways than sexual.

   After a half hour or so I heard them get out of bed, and a few seconds
later the shower cut on.  Other than the water running, things were quiet
for several minutes.  Then I heard Hanna's moans, steadily growing louder.
They were fucking again.  I listened for a few minutes, then grabbed the
laptop and loaded an interracial video site to watch as I listened to them
provide the soundtrack upstairs.  Hanna began crying out "fuck me fuck me
oh fuck meeee!" lound enough to hear her words clearly downstairs.  The
water cut off, and they moved to the bed, adding its creaks to the sounds
of their passion.  I fought to control my erections, not wanting the pain
of the cage again, but the ache in my balls was intense.

   At last they fell silent.  I tried to watch something on TV, to take my
mind off what was happening, but couldn't really concentrate with the
throbbing in my groin.  Before long, I heard another quick shower upstairs,
but no fucking this time.  A few minutes later I heard soft footsteps
coming down the stairs.  Hanna walked into the room wearing her silk
bathrobe, her hair wet and her face radiant.

   She walked over to me and we kissed before she spoke.

   "I think you need this." She said gently, taking the chain with the key
from around her neck.  "Take your clothes off."

   I quickly stripped, nearly shaking at the thought of her removing the
cage and fighting the urge to get hard.

   "Now sit down and hold still."

   I sat on the couch as she first removed the lock, then carefully
disassembled the plastic pieces of the cage.  I practically sprang erect
when the cage came off, a drizzle of precum already seeping from the tip.

   Hanna smeared the slick ooze over the head of my shaft, and then began
stroking the tip with her thumb.  For a moment I thought I might get a
blojob, but my felt my self start to cum within just a couple seconds.  The
night of anticipation and denial boiled over, and cum blasted from my cock
and onto my chest.  The ache in my balls peaked, then began to slowly
subside.

   Hanna gently scratched her red nails against my chest, then ran the tip
of her index finger though my jizz.  She lifted her finger to her lips, and
licked it clean.  "Mmmmmm" She purred, then ran her finger through it
again. She moved her finger to my face this time, I didn't back away as she
pressed it against my lips.  I opened my mouth, letting her slide her
finger across my tongue before licking her clean, tasting cum for the first
time.  She pulled her finger free and began slowly tracing it across my
chest again.

   "I know what you were thinking about earlier.  If that's what you want
to do then its OK with me.  I want to see you do it tomorrow." She swiped
through another puddle of semen, and I met her finger with my tongue this
time.  "Do you want to taste his cum?" She asked as I sucked gently on her
finger, and I nodded yes.  "You'll get your chance, he's staying until
Sunday." She licked up my chest this time, gathering the remaining jizz in
her mouth, and then moved her head over mine.  I opened my mouth under hers
as she parted her lips to let the bulk of my load pour into my mouth.  The
taste covered my tongue, warm and savory.  She waited for me to swallow,
then we kissed.

   Hanna stood and picked up the pieces of the cage.  "I think we better
put this back on, I don't want you to whack off tonight and lose interest."
I said nothing, spreading my legs as she reassembled the cage over my now
limp shaft.  She slipped the necklace with the key back on her neck.  "I'm
going back upstairs for the night.  James left his car keys over there on
the table, I need you to get his suitcase out of the trunk and bring it
upstairs.  Just leave it at the top of the stairs." She must have noticed
disappointment on my face, for she added.  "Don't worry, you'll get to
watch again tomorrow.  I just want to be alone with him for the rest of the
night." She said it as a statement, not a request, and then walked back
upstairs without another word.

   I sat on the couch for a few minutes, looking at my locked cock and
pondering what the rest of the weekend would hold.  I felt suddenly tired,
so I went out to get James' suitcase.  I carried it up the stairs, setting
it down outside the closed bedroom door.  Inside I could hear him saying
"That's good.  Suck that fucking cock.  Fuck yeah..." along with the wet
sounds of Hanna's lips and tongue working up and down his shaft.  I was too
fatigued to listen any longer, so I crept back downstairs and into the
guest bedroom.  My last thought before falling unconscious was whether I
would follow through on Hanna's suggestion.  I had a feeling it wouldn't be
long before I was faced with the choice again.

   To be continued...

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