I laugh, turning back to the massive cock in front of me. After stroking a few more times, I lower my head and lick just the tip. Mangelli tastes perfect, salty and masculine. He groans as I wrap my lips around him and slide him into my mouth. I start out just teasing him, swirling my tongue as I suck gently. His hand lands on my head, and encouraged, I take him even deeper, relaxing my throat to allow him through. I glance up at his face to find Mangelli’s jaw hanging open, his eyes disbelieving.
I really go to town now, ignoring the chat as I deep throat him, pulling back and teasing him more before sinking him into my mouth again.
“Damn,” Mangelli groans, grabbing a fistful of my hair. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to come right into your mouth.”
Pulling my lips off his dick, I grin. “Can’t have that.”
Sitting back, I lift up my dress, exposing my thong. Mangelli licks his lips as I touch myself through the fabric, and it’s already quite damp. He creeps toward me on the bed, his gaze dark and hungry. Abruptly, he pushes me down, and I let him do it. I’m too mesmerized by the sight of him to keep an eye on the chat as he straddles my hips with his, keeping his face above the camera line.
“Take this off,” he says in a low voice, lifting the dress. I like him being so commanding, so I do as I’m told, untying it behind my neck and letting the straps fall down to expose my tits. Mangelli lets out a huff through his nostrils, his hand sliding up my belly to my breast. He takes the whole thing in his palm, rolling over the nipple with his thumb. I can’t help a gasp of pleasure.
“You like that?” he asks, now grabbing my other breast so he can tease them both at the same time.
I nod rapidly, my back arching as he pinches one of my nipples. His cock is weeping on my belly, smearing my skin with warm pre-cum, his hooves splayed out behind him. When he’s gotten his fill of my breasts, though, his hands skim down to my thong.
“I’m taking this.” He doesn’t wait for me to respond before he pulls down the straps around my hips, then lifts my legs to slide them all the way off, leaving me fully bared to him.
“Now the dress,” he says in that same bossy tone. He frees me so I can wriggle it up and over my head, and now I’m totally naked, facing him.
Mangelli’s eyes are intense as he says, “Turn around. Hands and knees.”
I do as I’m told, immensely pleased by this new version of him that’s come out to play. Once I’m in position, my ass up in the air, I feel a finger make its way between my thighs. In contrast to his demeanor, his touch is tentative, brushing over my clit before sliding back to my pussy.
“So wet already.” Mangelli swirls his finger around, then glides back to my clit to rub over it. “You like this, right?”
“Yes,” I moan as he applies even more pressure. “Just like that.”
“I can’t wait to mate you again.” His voice is even more gravelly than before. “Put my cock inside you. Fill you up.”
I can’t wait for that, either. My hips buck against his hand, and in response, I feel him shift on the bed behind me. Before I know what’s happening, there’s a soft pressure against the lips of my pussy. They spread apart, and the sloped head of Mangelli’s cock slips through.
Bennett
I sit back in my chair, covering my mouth with one hand as a very, very familiar dick appears on-screen. Arthur wasn’t here when I got home around dinnertime, and now I know why. I’d recognize that fur pattern anywhere, and the sight of my husband’s cock confirms what I already suspected.
How on earth did this happen? How does Arthur know Sienna? I don’t know what to think as there, in full view of the camera, he slides into her. Sienna lets out a moan, and Arthur’s hips still.
“Is that all right?” he asks, his face off-screen.
“Yes!” Sienna’s body spasms as he pushes in deeper, and I hear his familiar grunt of pleasure. His hands grab her ass roughly, and he pulls back a short way before gliding back inside her.
I can’t believe what I’m watching. Sienna’s eyes are closed, her mouth open as he sets a slow pace, shoving himself all the way in before yanking back out. His cock is shiny with her slick, and he groans again as he buries himself deep.
The chat is going absolutely insane, but Sienna isn’t paying attention. We’ve never been gifted something like this before. Her tits swing back and forth as Arthur starts to move faster, his furry balls slapping her clit with every thrust. His fingers dig into her plentiful flesh, and he lets out a helpless moan.
“Breed me,” Sienna gasps, her hips meeting his with each stroke. “Fill me up. Get it all inside me.”
Now the chat is really going off the rails about some satyr impregnating Sienna, but I couldn’t care less. All I can see is my husband on camera fucking the most beautiful woman in the world. I unzip my jeans and push down my boxers until my cock springs out, full and heavy. I stroke myself as I stare, mesmerized as much as I am horrified.
I’m watching Arthur fuck our surrogate on live feed, and all I can do is choke my dick even tighter, wishing it were me inside her.
Sienna’s moans climb as Arthur takes her harder, deeper, faster. She whispers something I can’t hear, and his body goes straight and rigid.
Then he slaps her. His hand lands firmly on her bouncy ass, and Sienna lets out a cry. I recognize his tortured groan as he slams into her, then pulls back, landing another loud smack. He’s close to his orgasm, but he’s holding out.
Within moments, I’m already close, too. Sienna is no longer moaning but screaming as her hands give out, and she falls forward on the bed, her ass still in the air.
“So tight,” Arthur says off-camera, slapping her ass again as he plunges into her. “You like this?”
