Becoming a Bull [Part 5]

After our first official "meeting". I was still on the fence, but I was for sure curious to learn more about The Smiths fantasy. I felt like I was back in college. I was up late in front of my laptop trying to comprehend all of it. Except for instead of reading articles written by scholars, I was watching a new category of porn I hadn't explored. I also started reading a few anonymous threads from people who shared their experiences with married couples who like that type of thing.  
It was a lot more common than I realized. The videos I watched were actually pretty fucking hot. Very rarely I felt sorry for the guy who was watching and being humiliated, but for some reason he seemed to enjoy it. It was the guy who had been fucking the wife that I typically paid close attention to-- probably the first time I ever bothered to pay attention to the guy in porn. I paid attention to the things he would say, the domineering presence he would showcase. That was who I was. Or at least who I would be.  
Justin tapped me on my shoulder and I jumped, pulling my one of my headphone out of my ear.

"Are you just watching porn like it's a Netflix series?" He chuckled.
I tapped my spacebar to pause the video I was watching. This guy-- the bull as they call him--was ramming into his best friend's wife as the best friend watched. The bull was doing some serious shit talking. Eventually he came inside of her and the cuck ate her out after he finished. The Bull kept shit talking. Degrading him in front of his wife. The final moments I watched would probably take me some time to get comfortable with the idea of going that far.


As ridiculous as I felt, if I was going to try this out I wanted to do it right. Give it everything I had.
"I'm just... learning a thing or two I guess," I told Justin. "I wanna tap into this lifestyle for real. You just  had to be there. There's this power you feel and it's strange but... I don't know I need to keep going further down to see just how much I like this shit..."


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"You like that shit don't you?!" I said as I fucked Mrs. Smith from underneath. She met my tempo as she rode me in reverse cowgirl.


Mr. Smith was sitting at the edge of the bed in a chair. It was his idea to tie his hands down as he watched. He was thoroughly pleased with depriving himself while his wife got off with me.

"Yes! Yes, Chase! Keep fucking me like that." She begged, as I continued to drive my dick into her from underneath.
"I bet he doesn't make you feel this good does he?" I felt more confident this time around.

It was empowering watching Mr. Smith squirm. And feeling the way Mrs. Smith had her grip on me was even better.

She couldn't respond with a coherent sentence. She was moments away from cumming all over my dick. And I wasn't too far behind her. I could feel myself ready to bust my load up inside of her.


She started moaning even louder. Panting. She was right on the edge. I knew what I needed from her in that moment.

I yanked on her hair, so her head was positioned where she was making direct eye contact with Mr. Smith.


"Look at him. I want you to look at him in his eyes while you cum on my dick and scream my name."

She did exactly as I told her. As her warm juices came flowing down and she shook uncontrollably she was screaming my name so loud it echoed. And I wasn't disappointed. I released every drop of me inside of her. My nails were digging into her waist. I lost myself for a moment but returned to my body once I'd given her all of me.


She sighed and slid off of me. She decided she wanted to lick my shimmering cock clean. She grinned as she finished me off again until I came down her throat.


"I can tell she's got a bit to work on. She's not used to a dick this big, huh?" I said to Mr. Smith as she sucked me off.


"Honestly," he spoke in a slightly shameful tone. "She hasn't."


He had still been seated, hands tied with a small wet dot on his pants. I was honored. It was a testament to how well I'd done.  
When Mrs. Smith swallowed every drop of me, she got off the bed, her beautiful naked body facing me.

"Before we move on... I think you need to make sure your husband here knows what a real man is supposed to taste like... go give him a kiss baby." It was an impulsive decision.  
But it was one that worked. I grinned, as I watched Mrs. Smith give Mr. Smith a full tongue kiss after having my dick down her throat.
There was no doubt. I enjoyed this. Maybe a little too much. But I had ideas. And I wanted to try them the next time the Smiths required my services.