A Bull's Role

It was rare that Douglas made the right choice. But he'd made the right ones, getting with Reena and opening his relationship with her to Antoine. And at the end of the day, despite the compulsion to lose her to Rocco, or lose her culturally to Kumar, Antoine was the right choice.

Reena was immaculate. Her hair was freshly done at the salon, bouncy and sweet smelling. She was made up. She was naked, her toe rings jingling. Her sex and forest of pubic hard was freshly oiled and glistening in the candlelight. She was holding Antoine's eleven-inch cock, stroking the man that had sired two children with her already.

"You chose wisely," she said to Douglas, pulling back for the foreskin. "Who could turn down a man like this, offering to father my child?" She smiled teasingly, tugging at the cock a little more, then laid back.

"Put a pillow under my ass, darling," she instructed Douglas. He obeyed. He always obeyed Reena.

Douglas watched, wide-eyed, as Antoine mounted Reena, his long, fat Black cock disappearing into her, one inch at a time, until his big Black balls were draped over her brown asshole. Then he thrust, nice and slow, taking his time, his balls loudly plopping against her asshole, as his cock became more and more coated in frothy pussy cream.

"That's it," Reena begged. "Give me your son. Give me a Black son to raise."

Antoine grunted huskily, and Douglas couldn't help himself, tugging his own cock off to a heavy orgasm on his belly as Antoine roared out, filling Reena with potent seed. She kissed Antoine genuinely, lovingly, and looked at Douglas without remorse.

"Now that, we need to punish. You didn't beg," she chided him. "But first, Antoine, we should go again."