Surrender to the Bull: Cuckolded & Humiliated

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by Natasha Hunter


  As she pulled her head away, she wiped her lips with the tips of her fingers. "Mmm, perfect. Now, back in the cage you go. Can't let my little friend get too comfortable, now can I?"

  I wanted to protest but then thought better of it. The torture of having my cock locked up in its little cage was a necessity, a prelude to the pleasure awaiting me when my cock would be set free. I was already counting the days until the next time she unlocked me.

  An excerpt from Temptation, Part One Cuckolded by my Hotwife

  I could see my reflection from the mirror across the room, and I couldn't help but marvel at how calm I looked. Seductive, even. I wondered if Tate knew how nervous I really was, if he knew how my stomach felt fluttery and how weak-kneed I felt in that moment. And then I tried to imagine him there, watching me, knowing that another man was about to take me. I couldn't help but wonder if this was a one-time thing or the beginning of a new lifestyle. Would this satisfy Tate's curiosity? Or, would he want more? Would I?

  A thousand things tumbled through my mind as Noah moved in closer to me and kissed my neck, his tongue warm and wet as it slithered down to my collar bone. I moaned from the wicked sensations. "Take off your dress," he commanded as he stepped away, giving me space.

  Making sure that Tate would have a nice view, I twisted my body towards the camera and slowly peeled the expensive fabric from my body. I pulled it up over my head then threw it onto a chair nearby. Though my first instinct was to cross my arms and cover myself, I thought better of it, and struck an alluring post. I didn't want Tate to think I was having second thoughts.

  "You are so fucking hot, Nina," Noah's voice was low and sexy. "It is too bad that your dick-less husband doesn't know how to please you," Noah came up behind me and tugged my bra off, then cupped my breasts between his large hands. He toyed with my nipples, pinching them until they were hard as pebbles, "But I do."

  With a moan, I rested the back of my head against his chest. He stimulated my sensitive nipple with one hand, while the other leisurely slid down my stomach. His fingers grazed over the top of my garter belt.

  I flicked my gaze to the mirror and watched as Noah lifted the weight of my breast into his hand, cupping it while he flicked his thumb across my tight nipple. It was an erotic sight and I almost felt as if I were watching another couple. Surely, this couldn't be really happening.

  Noah parted my legs with his knee from behind, then slid his fingers into my warm, wet pussy, "Tell him. Tell him whose cock you want right now."

  "Yours," I uttered the word breathlessly as my body trembled.

  "Louder," He commanded as he rolled the pad of his thumb across my clit. Hot chills rippled through me and I felt like I was about to pass out from the overwhelming sense of pleasure.

  "Yours!" I said the word louder. Obediently.

  "And why do you want my cock?" he asked as he made sure Tate had a perfect view of his thick, black fingers impaling my pussy.

  Why? Again, my thoughts were fragmented as I tried to focus. Why did I want him? Because of the show we were putting on for Tate? Because Tate wanted this for me? Because I wanted it for myself?

  'Because my husband wants to be humiliated,' I thought. "Because..." I hesitated as I realized the truth. I knew that Tate started this, but I really did crave Noah sexually, and couldn't wait to feel his cock buried deep inside of me. I wanted to be fucked senseless by Noah, whether or not my husband was watching. I didn't care. In that moment, I just wanted Noah to take me as hard as possible.

  "Tell me," he said loudly, then whispered, "Tell him what he wants to hear."

  "Because it is so big and black, much bigger than my husbands." I said.

  An excerpt from Temptation Part Two, Cuckolded by my Hotwife

  "I'm going to suck his cock," I said in a gravelly, low voice, just before licking my lips.

  "Yeah?" His thrusts were harder.

  "Mmhmm. And then I'm going to sit on it. I'm going to ride him like an animal. Like a big black bull."

  Tate grazed his teeth against my neck, "Oh, god."

  "His big, black cock is going to be so deep in my pussy, deeper than you've ever been," I said as I ground my hips, forcing his cock to impale me deeper.

  "You love his big cock huh?"

  "Uh huh. He makes me feel so fucking good."

  Tate slid his hand up my torso and grabbed my breast. He sucked my nipple into his mouth, twirling the tip of his tongue around my protruding bud. "Better than me?"

  I closed my eyes and imagined Noah. His big, beautiful, dark cock pounding into my pussy, his hands traveling over my skin. It was Noah that I craved in that moment. I wanted Noah's fingers, lips, and cock pleasuring me from top to bottom.

  "You're thinking about him..." He shoved his dick deeper into me, thrusting with all of his might.

  "Yes..."

  "Are you going to let him cum inside of you?"

  "Yes."

  "Oh, fuck!" Tate slammed into me and moaned a long, drawn out sound. I could feel the warmth of his cum filling me. "Oh, babe, you are so fucking amazing."

  An excerpt from ApocaLips, part one

  Tingly molten heat pulsed between my legs. My lower belly clenched and I felt light-headed for a second. I could have them both? At the same time. Like before. Mmmm. Desire became a wild torrent of need, seizing my body. The memory of Reid with his cock buried into my pussy from behind while Jeff sucked on my nipples flashed through my mind. The sensations swirling through me intensified, the need heightened and I couldn't help myself. I wanted them. Both of them, at the same time.

  My eyes locked onto Jeff, "Kiss me."

  He crawled to where I was sitting and brushed his mouth across mine, flicking his tongue at the crease between my lips. He slid his tongue into my mouth as he lifted his hand to my hair, grasping my curls. His kiss was soft and tender; his tongue danced with mine, colliding and curling, licking and tasting.

  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 d
elight 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

  "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."

 

 

 


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