“Walk the cow past a candle – and give me a cut off the other side.”
She laughed and rolled her eyes at me as I told the also smirking waitress the way I liked my steak.
“Were you afraid she was gonna think you had a vagina between those big, strong, hairy legs if you didn’t order your steak still breathing Big Guy?”
I grunted as my manhood strained against my thigh and the fabric of my left pant leg. I immediately touched my foot to hers under the table – playfully but slowly pushing her leg back and invading her space.
I smiled – hoping she’d fight me a bit so I could find an excuse to exert my physical dominance since she clearly won the first round verbally. Instead she kicked off her heel and ran her dainty foot up under my pant leg – submissively caressing my leg thick leg hair in an act of reverence. Probably giving a show to any onlookers
A grunt escaped my chest as a few drops of precum soaked into my slacks.
She won again. She always won.
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The wall couldn’t take much more of a beating from the heavy leather couch slamming against it.
I rutted her tiny female body, thrown over the arm on the opposite end. The thick hilt of my hairy manhood firmly implanted into her smooth, warm, pink, velvety pussy – my fur covered balls made seemingly audible noises as they contracted – pumping my thick, fertile, pent up seed deep into my beautiful wife. On my final thrust the drywall breaking couldn’t be heard over my animal grunts.
I released her delicate wrists – both which fit easily into my calloused paw and nuzzled her sweat covered hair.
“You ok baby? See what happens when you egg me on?”
Panting was her only response – her summer dress was covered in my sweat which had dripped off when I was taking out my aggression on her.
I picked her up in my arms and stepped over her ripped, white lace, panties on the floor. The second we got back home I had to have her and the arm of the couch was much closer than the bedroom.
She smiled at me as I put her down into our king sized – 4 post bed – she was obviously pleased by her ability to push me over the edge to get the rutting she wanted. I looked suspiciously at the devious minx before as I began to head to the shower – taking off my shirt.
“Where you going big guy? Is that all you got…” she said with one eye closed and one eye watching me as she tried to catch her breath. I’m not sure why she was so tired – I did all the work…
“I’m going to take a shower..” I threw the soaked white button-up into the hamper and obscenely scratched my big, musky, furry balls – an act of deviance – a declaration that i wouldn’t fall for her taunting a second time. An act of masculine resolve before I turned around and headed towards the bathroom.
“Oh my poor husband – those hairy, sweaty balls much itch to high hell – why don’t you let your pretty little wife give them a nice little tongue bath while you relax.. and judging by their size .. they might even keep me from running my mouth for a bit… ”
I immediately stopped in my tracks – and turned around – cock already hardening as she slivered down her back into the middle of the bed – looking up at her growling husband in a mix of fear and anticipation.
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Good story