by Ron Dawes
The Bull
Part 2
By Ron Dawes
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Text Copyright 2017 Ron Dawes
Inspired by a true story from one of my readers
I craved another opportunity to watch the bull taking my wife. Whenever I thought about it, and especially on the one occasion when I saw it person, I was filled with the sort of dread and terror that accompanies a life threatening situation, like a soldier going into a firefight. My palms were clammy, my pulse raced and my heart felt like it was sinking into my stomach. Yet, just as in a life threatening situation, it made me feel more alive than anything I’d ever experienced. I studied every video and picture that the bull had sent every single day, and they moved me as nothing ever had. I had become a sissy cuck, I knew, but I couldn’t help it. I had accepted it. The voyeuristic thrill of watching my wife worship a big dick was more erotic than anything I’d ever seen, even if it wasn’t mine.
Unfortunately, not only did the bull not offer me another chance to watch in person, he began to take Kay less and less frequently. And he no longer sent me videos or pictures. The last one he sent me was a video of myself, licking his cum out of Kay’s pussy, and off of his dick, the day I got to watch in person. I guess his buddy had been video filming the whole thing.
I played the videos over and over again, masturbating every night as I watched them. Where he had once taken her away every second or third day, it became every third or fourth day, then less frequently. It was obvious that as he took on new girls, Kay had fallen lower in his rotation. It was inevitable. As the bull had told me himself, there were simply too many cucks in the world for him to accommodate them all. And as he took on new, younger girls with tighter bodies, he would eventually tire of the woman he’d taken repeatedly for months.
One day when Kay came home from work, it was obvious that she had been crying, and I suspected that the bull had culled her from his herd. She appeared despondent over the next few days, confirming my suspicions.
“Can we talk?” I asked her one night after work.
“We should,” she said.
“It’s over?”
“Yes.”
“What will become of us?”
“I don’t know.”
“Do you still love me?”
She thought for a moment, silent, then said, “We’ve been together a long time, and have a lot of shared memories. I’ll always love you, I suppose, for what that’s worth. But I no longer respect you, as a man, and I don’t know that I ever can again. I don’t know if a marriage can survive without respect.”
We ate together that night, for the first time in over three months, and at least we were talking again. It was a start. Hopefully, I could earn her trust and respect again over time. I was willing to try. When she tired, she went to the guest room. I guess I couldn’t expect everything to go back to how it was overnight. I would give her time and space. Dejectedly, I went into my office and replayed the videos of Kay, with a wash cloth at the ready.
Over the next few days, Kay became more and more despondent, and several times it looked like she had been crying. Finally, I had to say something.
“Kay, I hate to see you this way. Is there anything I can do for you?”
“No.”
“How about a hug? I can at least give you a hug. You look like you could use one right now.”
She fell into my arms, and I gave her a big hug. Her body starting shaking a bit, then she began crying, and finally she began sobbing, with tears running down her face. I held her to my chest and let her cry it out. She sobbed for minutes, then finally began to still. When she stopped crying, I let her go and gave her a tissue.
“Thanks,” she said. “I didn’t realize how badly I needed that.”
“You’re welcome. I’m glad to be of some use.”
That night, we slept together, the first time in a long time. It was fantastic. Finally, it appeared that maybe we could turn the page on that chapter. No sooner had I filled her with my cum, though, she asked me to clean it out.
I loved licking her pussy, so I didn’t mind, but I instantly knew the reason she wanted me to. The bull had told me how much it turned her on to have me lick his cum from her cunt, and I knew that she was fantasizing about the cum inside her being his. Still, I did what she asked, determined to lick her until she squirmed on my tongue.
My cum tasted exactly as the bull’s did, at least as far as my inexperienced palette could distinguish. It didn’t particularly surprise me, since I had never thought about it. I didn’t like the taste of cum, but it didn’t repulse me, either. And it offered me the chance to please Kay, for the first time in a while.
I eagerly lapped at her cunt, swallowing every last drop of my cum, then moving up her slit to work on her clit. I flicked the aroused button furiously as she writhed on the bed, moaning her approval. As she neared her orgasm, she began bucking her hips wildly, and held my head to her pussy, as though afraid I would abandon it.
“Uhhhhh, uh, uh, uh,” she groaned, as her pussy convulsed in contractions. She went on for twenty seconds or more, then finally collapsed into the mattress, a limp pile of satiated woman.
Climbing up next to her, I held her for a long time. It was the best night I had experienced in months. As much as I got turned on watching her go crazy over the bull’s massive dick, it was good to be getting the last dance.
To all outward appearances, things were getting back to normal. But I knew there was something different, something somehow coming between us. Over time, our relationship cooled, and the sex was less urgent, less satisfying, more mundane.
Anxious to change that trend, I suggested another trip to the adult book store theater the following evening. Kay seemed excited about that, and the sex that night was amazing. She asked me to clean her out, as she did every time we had sex, and she orgasmed on my tongue. Sex had become stale, but maybe the adult book store was just what we needed to get back on track.
Neither of us wore anything other than a pair of shoes and an overcoat. As I began to sit next to her, she said, “Not there. There,” she said, pointing across the aisle. I sat where she told me, and she took the second seat in from the aisle, leaving an empty chair on either side. She put her feet up on the chair in front of her and opened her coat, exposing her nudity to anybody that looked her way, and began caressing her cunt.
I didn’t saw any of the X-rated movie on the screen, as I anxiously watched my wife, wondering what would happen. The first man that came in after us walked down the aisle, becoming accustomed to the darkness, and as soon as he saw Kay he sat next to her. My pulse quickened as I watched them. He was very aggressive, immediately presuming the right to grope her naked body, and she writhed under his touch, excited to have an unknown stranger using her.
His fingers were in her cunt and his mouth on her tit within moments of sitting down, and she was obviously enjoying it. Another man saw what was happening, and eagerly took the seat on the other side. His hands were all over her body, and Kay writhed under their touch. The first man stood and unbuttoned his pants, then pulled them down, along with his briefs. His erect dick bobbed in the air as he tried to position himself between Kay’s legs. My pulse raced, wondering what she would do. Would she let this stranger fuck her?
Grabbing his dick, she pushed it away and down, forcing him to sit next to her. As he groped her, she pulled on his stiff dick, squeezing it tightly as she stroked it. Her other hand groped the man on her right, and he immediately unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down to his ankles, along with his underwear. Now Kay stroked both men’s dick at the same time, as they reamed out her pussy and fondled her breasts.
It was impossible not to notice the moaning, writhing threesome, and soon ev
erybody in the theater was crowded around Kay, watching the display. There were at least eight men and one couple watching. The first man grunted as his dick began spitting into a paper towel from the theater’s dispenser. By the time he pulled his pants back up and zipped them, the other man was cumming, hard.
As soon as one man got up, another would take his place, pulling down his pants. A theater employee strolled down the aisle, as they do every so often. I waited nervously, to see what he would do. He stood and watched, but he didn’t interfere. I’m sure he’d seen everything over the years, and as long as there wasn’t a disturbance, he didn’t seem to care. The two new men were eagerly playing with Kay as she stroked them off.
One after another, she took on all comers, stroking each man to orgasm. The couple sat down next to her, and as she handled the man’s erection, the woman rubbed Kay’s clit while the man reamed her pussy with three fingers. By this time Kay was in extreme heat, and the attention to her clit quickly had its effect. She groaned as the man began squirting, and she thrashed through a powerful orgasm.
I had the only dry dick in the house, and as soon as we got home, I took care of that, pumping Kay hard as I replayed the events of the night. As was the case every time we had sex anymore, Kay made me clean my cum out of her cunt, fantasizing about the bull’s sperm in her as I ate her out. When I cleaned out her pussy, I turned my attention to her clit, and she soon had her second orgasm of the night.
Kay was no longer being used by the bull, but I knew she fantasized about him constantly, as she became more and more daring in exhibiting her body. She never wore a bra, and she wore only the sheerest, loosest tops when we went out. Her big tits swayed ponderously with every move she made, and her stiff nipples were always clearly evident, poking at the material. I knew that something had to give, as she pushed the limits further and further. I was constantly on edge around her as she displayed her body like a tramp.
Bull had made me accept the fact that I’m a sissy cuck, and he had apparently made Kay realize she was happiest when she was a total slut. I had been an avid fan of eating her out in our dating days and early in our marriage, but she had appeared uninterested for many years. Now she couldn’t get enough of it, and had her most violent orgasms when I cleaned my cum out of her. I knew she still ached for the touch of the bull, and to watch me clean his cum out of her.
One night, soon after dinner, we heard the roar of a motorcycle engine in front of the house. Kay ran out the door excitedly, and I followed behind. I couldn’t imagine that the bull would take back a girl after culling her from the herd, but what else could it be?
It was a Harley, just like the bull’s, but sitting on it was a huge, black man, dressed all in black. His huge muscles bulged through his tight black t-shirt, and his head was shaved bald.
“You Kay?” he asked, raking his eyes up and down her body. She was wearing a very short, clingy pair of terry cloth shorts, and a thin t-shirt with no bra. We hadn’t planned on going out that night, so she was wearing clothes she would normally wear only to sit around the house.
“Yes.”
“Get on.”
She got on the bike, and he backed out of the driveway and sped off down the street. I stood there feeling like a total idiot. A complete stranger had just pulled into my driveway and left with my wife, without a single word of explanation. Looking around, I saw that nobody had seen what happened, and I went back inside.
Hour after gut-wrenching hour passed, with no word. She hadn’t even taken her phone, so I couldn’t call her. I knew she wouldn’t have answered anyway. I knew exactly what was taking place, and it sickened me. Just when I thought there was a chance of getting my wife back, this asshole shows up and whisks her away, just like that.
Finally, four hours later, when I was getting ready to give up and go to bed, I heard the roar of the cycle out front. I came to the door just as he was pulling away, and Kay came in, looking giddy with excitement. She barely got through the door before she was begging me to lick her cunt.
We didn’t even make it into the bedroom. Her top was off before I locked the door behind her, and her shorts and panties followed. The trail of her clothes led from the entryway to the living room. Propping her feet up on the coffee table, she spread her legs widely, and said, in a husky voice I barely recognized as hers, “Eat me. Now. Hurry.”
I quickly stripped, and tried to move her into a position in which I could take her. She always preferred that I fill her before eating her. This time, she resisted. “No,” she said, her eyes wide as though in fear. “I can’t.”
“What do you mean you can’t?”
“Something terrible will happen if I do. I’ll have to tell Buck. He’s my master now, and I’d have to tell him. He warned me not to let anybody else take me.”
“Well, that’s a bunch of bullshit. Some stranger shows up and starts calling the shots with my wife?”
“He’s a friend of the Bull, starting his own herd. Bull gave him our address. He’s bigger and meaner than Bull. I’m afraid of him, but excited at the same time. He fucked me for hours. He had one orgasm, early on, but recovered within forty five minutes, and he fucked me until I was raw. I had two orgasms on his amazing dick. It’s the stiffest, largest dick I’ve ever seen, and I rode that fucking dick to two orgasms, sliding my slit over it. Finally, I pulled a second load of cum out of that magic wand, and he immediately brought me home. There’s still some of his milk in me now, I just know it, and I want you to have it. Please, now!”
“Because I’m nothing but a cuck? Because I’m good for nothing but cleaning out the cunt that strangers use to cuck me?”
“Please,” she begged. I could see how horny she was at the prospect of sharing her new lover’s cum with me. She loved watching me degrade myself, eating his cum.
“I want to watch you,” I said. “With him.”
“I’ll ask him. Just hurry, eat me, while his cum is still inside me.”
I knelt between her legs, slowly bringing my face toward her cheating cunt. Slowly, slowly I inched forward, teasing her. She impatiently grabbed the back of my head and tried to pull me toward her cunt. I smiled, knowing how horny she was. “Tell me what happened,” I said. “All the details.”
She grunted as my tongue touched her opening. Her hips raised slightly, pressing her opening against my mouth. She began, in that same raspy voice I had barely recognized.
“He never said a word to me on the way to his place. His apartment is small, and not very nice. It’s in a bad part of town, and I was scared as he took me up to his room. I didn’t see any other white people there, and I was half naked to start with.”
She groaned as I unexpectedly left her opening and gave her a little flick on her clit. Moving back to her opening, I continued reaming it with my tongue. I could detect the taste of cum. I knew that taste well.
“I probably shouldn’t have been afraid. You saw the man; he’s massive, and extremely powerful. I wouldn’t want to see anybody that crossed him. The Bull wasn’t gentle or kind, but Buck is brutally rough. The sex with him is extremely physical. I was afraid he was going to damage me with his huge, stiff cock. He took me by force, hard. It was the most incredible thing I’ve ever experienced. He dominated me as nobody ever has. It made me want to worship his huge cock for the rest of my life.”
I seethed with jealous anger, but I was more aroused than ever, even more than when watching the bull take my wife. I had to see this man, who could cow Kay into submission without ever uttering a single word to her, other than, “Get on”.
After I had satisfied Kay, she went to our bathroom, got her toiletries, and retired to the guest room. I heard the door lock, and knew that I wouldn’t be able to have sex again until Buck tired of my wife. I wondered how long that would take.
It turned out that Kay was one of only three girls that he started his herd with, so she came up in the rotation frequently. Some nights there was another girl with them. She eagerly recounted her storie
s as I licked his cum out of her pussy, then tongued her to an orgasm.
When she had become the Bull’s property, she was still stinging from me betraying her trust. Now, she wasn’t. So during her affair with the bull, I had been left out. Now, she eagerly included me, as though I should be as excited as she was. Even though I wasn’t allowed to have sex, she told me everything that happened, as though I was her best girlfriend.
She told me that she had begged the Buck to allow me to watch, but he had no use for a cucking puss, as he put it. Kay craved to have me watch her with him, and clean her out. Finally, he relented, allowing me to watch. “But if the mother-fucker says a word, or makes a wrong move, I’ll fuck him up permanently,” he warned.
I heard the bike in my driveway, and my pulse quickened. Kay ran excitedly to the door and opened it, and the man came in. I’d had only brief glimpses of him, usually looking out the window from inside the house. Up close, he was incredibly large and muscular. He scowled at me, and didn’t say a word. I knew better than to say anything. He was the toughest looking dude I’d ever seen.
“Can I get you anything?” Kay asked, nervously. I’d never seen her look so nervous.
“Shut the fuck up,” he said to her. “You’ll know if I want something. Understood?”
“Y…y…yes,” she stammered, her face flushing.
Glaring at me, he said, “Do you want to know the best part about fucking white mother fucker’s wives?”
“Uh,” I began, but he immediately crossed the room and put his hand on my neck, pushing me against the wall and pinning me there.
“Did I ask you to say a mother fucking thing?”
I didn’t say anything, and after glaring at me for several seconds, he released me.
“I’ll tell you why. Every fucking night, I see on the news some fucking white cop killing a nigger for no reason. It makes me want to kill every mother fucking white person I can find. But there’s just too many of you mother fuckers. So I do the next best thing. I fuck your wives with my big, fucking dick. After that, they don’t want to go back to being tickled by your little fucking dick. So I keep fucking your fucking wives. How does that make you feel, pussy? You want to watch my black fucking dick in your white wife?”
