Mounted by the Bull: Cuckolded & Humiliated

by Natasha Hunter

  I broke the scorching kiss and gulped in the night air, my heart racing with the possibility of what was about to happen. “Kiss me again,” I commanded, heady with my new found power over them. As he leaned forward to claim my lips, I dropped my head back and offered him my slim white neck. “Here.”

  Jeff planted his lips against my skin and placed several small, exploring kisses near the hollow of my throat. The tip of his tongue danced across my flesh, leaving a trail of wet marks across my delicate skin. I rolled my head to the side and locked eyes with Reid. “Lower,” I whispered to Jeff while never taking my eyes off of Reid.

  An excerpt from ApocaLips, part two

  He knelt in front of me and yanked my jeans and panties to mid-thigh, and then buried his head against my pussy. He pulled apart my fleshy folds and darted his tongue into my pink wetness. He devoured every inch of my pussy, relentlessly licking from top to bottom. His stubble grazed against my tender skin as he ravished every part of me with his tongue.

  I was glad my parents were not home because there is no way I could have been quiet. I moaned loudly with abandon, groaning every time I’d feel his tongue circle around my clit. He kept me guessing where he would lick next, keeping my anticipation stretched to the brim. “Brady! Oh god, oh god, oh god!”

  His nose rubbed against my clit as he probed his tongue against my slick, wet entrance. My juices smeared across his face as he stretched his lips wide, taking as much of me into his mouth as possible. I tried to push his head away because it was too much. Too pleasurable. Too intense. I was on the brink of orgasm, lost in an euphoria of pleasure.

  An excerpt from ApocaLips 3

  “Ian please,” I begged with a whimper. “Give it to me.” My hands roamed his back and cupped his bottom, pulling him deeper into my wet hole. “Harder.”

  “Fucking hell,” he grunted as his mouth clamped onto mine. He wrapped his hands around my wrists and forced them above my head as he pulled out and thrust forcefully into my tight cunt. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”

  My eyes widened with shock and wonder. It felt delicious. I groaned my delight at the rougher movement, and he thrust in again with such force I thought I’d lose my breath. I made these gaspy, throaty sounds upon each thrust. It was the perfect mixture of pleasure and pain, and I thought I’d die from the euphoria. “Omigod Ian!” I yelled.

  “Is this how you want it?” he asked in a gravelly voice as he pounded against me. I could hear his balls slapping against me and the bed squeaked obnoxiously loud.

  “Yes!” My whole body was trembling. My nails dug into his hands. Perspiration covered our bodies and made each movement that much more enjoyable. The slick feeling of his hard chest and sinewy thighs rubbing against me sparked a fire deep in my belly. It intensified and bloomed into something deliciously unbearable. “More,” I pleaded mindlessly as he ravaged me. “More. Omigod more, Ian!”

  His hands tightened around my wrists as his hips slammed into mine. The full weight of his body colliding with my own almost made me lose my breath. I gasped as pleasure coiled inside of me, tight and taut, demanding to be released. “Oh Ian, I…” I didn’t even know what I wanted to say. And at that moment, I lost all train of thought as the coiled ball of pleasure exploded. A thousand pieces of bliss rained, cascading through my blood and flooding my senses. My body shuddered while my pussy clenched and convulsed around his cock.

  Excerpt from Illicit Affection (M/M/F menage, Hotwife)

  “Lydia wants you,” Rogan repeated with such certainty that I wondered if he could somehow read my mind. My body trembled at the thought. Somehow, along the way, I had become undeniably attracted to Jude, but tried to push the traitorous thoughts to the back of my mind. He was Rogan’s friend, and now mine. How could I let myself think of him in any other fashion?

  Jude’s expression darkened slightly as he looked between us, his face etched with uncertainty.

  “Go on, Lydia. Tell him.”

  I stared at Rogan and met his gaze with a disapproving frown. “Stop it. I am not going to dignify that with a response. Please don’t upset our little party, Rogan.”

  “Darling.” He took a sip of his drink then gave me that charming smile of his, an irresistible smirk that wrapped me around his little finger. “It’s okay Lydia. It’s nothing more than biology, chemistry, what have you. I can tell by that little bloom of color that warms your face every time Jude looks at you.” He stroked his thumb across my cheek then cupped my chin.

  I tried to look down, but he wouldn’t allow it. “Look at me. Tell me you don’t want him.”

  With great reluctance, I lifted my gaze and met his. “I only want you,” I replied.

  “Liar,” he whispered seductively, his breath warm against my mouth. He parted my lips and kissed me slowly. I could taste the brandy he’d been drinking. After breaking the kiss, he turned my body to face Jude. “You love only me, but sex has little to do with love. Sex is a craving of the body, not the heart.”

  “Rogan, please,” I begged.

  He pushed me towards Jude; my knees bumped into his. My heart hammered erratically as I stood there.

  “My dear, friend. Here is your chance to taste my darling little wife. I give you my full blessing,” he said gregariously. “All you have to do is pull her sweet little panties down and bury your face in her pretty little pussy.”

  “Rogan! You’re drunk,” Jude exclaimed.

  “Be that as it may, it changes nothing. You are going to lick my wife’s pussy, and I am going to watch.”

  Excerpt from Billionaire Benefactor (sexy sleep erotica)

  “Awake yet?” I asked as I climbed onto the mattress and pushed her legs apart. I positioned myself between them and admired her pretty little pussy.

  “No?” I asked as I stretched my hand down and caressed her inner thighs. “Still my sleeping beauty, hmm?”

  Cloe made a slight noise in the back of her throat, but otherwise remained asleep.

  Giving into temptation, I rubbed my fingers along her slit. I eased the fleshy lips apart and wiggled my fingers into her warmth, searching for her clit. I found the magic button and rubbed the pad of my thumb across it while sliding a couple of my fingers into her opening.

  Her head rolled to the side as she groaned in her sleep. I watched her face intently to see if she was about to wake up. I wondered what she would do or say if she came awake to see me kneeling between her legs, my fingers deep in her pussy. Would she try to stop me? Or would she want more? Probably more, I reasoned, based on the way she’d been coming on to me, today. Plus, she was obviously hot and bothered earlier; why else would she masturbate by the pool?

  She wanted it, I decided. She wanted everything I had to give her. She wanted my fingers, my tongue, my cock. I wet my lips before leaning over her pussy, glistening with her dewy wetness. Pushing her legs further apart, I split her open and ran my tongue down the length of her heated slit. She tasted like heaven. Like sin. I savored her essence as I writhed my tongue between her plump, fleshy pink lips.

  Cloe started to squirm and I gave a quick glance up to see if I had awoken her, yet her eyes remained closed. I continued my assault, licking her like a man starving, drinking in her juices. Her wetness flooded my face, my chin and lips were drenched. Even if she were sleeping, I could tell that she was enjoying it. It must be one hell of a wet dream, I thought, as I twirled my tongue around her clit. I sucked the little bud between my teeth and nibbled it as I probed her with my fingers.

  She was delicious.

 

 

 
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