I found a bull for our relationship
I've been in a long distance relationship for a while now. Thus, a lot of time has been spent chatting with the BF, sending pics, etc. etc. I discovered early on that I got a kick out of teasing him. This led to a lot of kink discussion and you probably won't be shocked to find out we are very much into cuckolding.
To cut a long story short, I had the green light. It was just a matter of finding the right bull.
I work as a barista and Carl had been one of my regulars for a long time. A short, stocky black guy in his late 30's. Drives trucks for a living. He'd come in and chat usually early in the day when it was slow so we had plenty of time to become acquainted. He had a lot of creepy stories from his time on the road. As a paranormal enthusiast, I was all in on them lol. Overall he's a nice, polite and fairly smart dude. One of those people that just seems to have a lot of natural charisma.
But still at a glance, not somebody that I would suspect of being a "bull". But here's how it happened: He came in one friday and invited me over to this housewarming thing to celebrate moving into his new place. I agreed kind of spur of the moment. Figured it was something to do other than the usual weekend routine. So it sounded cool to me.
Next day I show up and he's got a bunch of people cooking in the backyard. Crowd was bigger than I expected. Carl was quick to set me up with a heap of food and that was a lot better than expected. Flavors were tasted that day that I didn't even know existed, but I digress...
Since I didn't really know anybody I stuck close to him for most of the afternoon. He kept his arm around me and I definitely felt like I was already "claimed" so to speak. I felt like I was the odd half of the couple being one of like three white people there. A tall blonde dressed very much for the summer in a blouse and this acid wash denim skirt that I had a bit too much leg for.
Eventually, we moved up to a bench on the screened back porch, for a little bit of privacy. I noticed he was getting much more familiar under the table. He kept a hand rested on my leg lingering near the hem of my skirt. At one point, he made a joke and as he laughed, he kind of playfully patted me on the inside of my thigh. Soon after, his hand moved around to slowly rub at the small of my back and then roam over to grasp at my hip bone.
Carl was setting me on fire with these litte gestures combined with his confidence. I was a little self conscious about my nipples pointing up under my blouse. I couldn't really even pretend that he wasn't turning me on like crazy at this point. I touched his arm. Ran my fingers up it.
He leaned in and spoke in my ear. Asked me if I wanted to hang out and have a drink. I gave a grin and thumbs up so he directed me into the house.
The party finished outside and Carl saw the last of his guests off. By now it was getting pretty deep into sunset. The lighting matched my mood as I waited for things to wrap up. I think some of the people were wanting to linger a little longer but after a final card game on the back porch, they departed and we were officially alone.
Carl came back in. Didn't bother to turn the lights on or say anything as he strolled over and we met in the living room. His arms wrapped around my waist for a tight hug. I guess being short worked in his favor since this put his face pretty squarely in my cleavage. Tall guys have always been a nice plus, but with Carl I wasn't even thinking about height. He made it seem trivial with how strong and solid he felt in the embrace. It was like I was standing there clinging to a boulder.
Pretty bold too. He proved as much by running his hands under my skirt and up the back of my thighs, fingers spreading as they moved up and over my butt.
"Bless you, baby," He said it to me and repeated it between our lips locking and working against each other.
He beat me to the punch removing my blouse. I've never seen him so locked in as he unbuttoned my top. Slow but smooth, he had it open soon enough. And got a front row view of my boobs and a hint of pink peeking over the lacy bra. My skirt dropped next, and then he slid my panties down my legs.
His hands were all over my pale, naked body. My tits were groped, massaged and kissed. His fingers traced down my stomach, circled my belly button and then scooped under. I felt feverish with my pussy in his palm.
He played with me for a bit, but it was sheerly for the fun of it. He sure didn't need to get me ready since I was soaking wet well in advance.
He slid his pair of big baggy shorts down and I felt him poking up at me with a pretty hefty cock. I was more impressed with the girth of it but he was both long and thick enough to put my boyfriend to shame. Under it, he had a big plump set of balls. I could have guessed as much given how aggressively he was taking me. With all that testosterone it was no wonder.
His cock bobbed up, proudly presented as he puffed his chest out and let it wag a bit bouncing warmly between my thighs and bumping up against my pussy. I closed my legs around it as I went in for another kiss.
He walked me back a step until my butt was on the back of the couch. He slid his feet between mine and nudged them apart, lowering my stance until I could feel his cock was lined up.
No further ado aside from a firm grip on my ass and he began to slide himself into me while I was spread out and piegon-toed. Between my hips I had a warm, wet welcome for his rock hard member.
All I could do was cling to his neck until his belly was pressing against mine. I was soaked, trembling and clenching against the base of his cock. As his hands took hold of my hips and squared up, I realized I didn't know how to ride a bull, so just hung on as best I could while he started going at me.
He had me sweaty, beet red, cussing and trying to moan with the little breath I could catch. Finally, trembling with a climax that rolled through my core and cramped my stomach. One that bent me forward with a spasm and brought our lips together for a moment until he was unloading into me.
He couldn't keep his cock down that night, nor his hands and lips off me. I slid back on the couch and we made love again.
Eventually we did have those drinks mentioned earlier, and then it was back for more sex and fondling.
Along with the best sex of my life, Carl gave me some certainty about the path ahead. I think mother nature has made it pretty clear with how he makes me feel and how exciting it is when he touches me.
My boyfriend has jerked himself silly once I told him about the encounter. His biggest concern was if I took any pics or videos from that night. Sorry but nope- it was too good in the moment to do anything but ride the big fat cock.
And I'm smitten with the idea of having Carl get me pregnant. He's told me that he does have five kids with an ex-wife of his, but says he's willing to make some more with me. I'm willing to have as many as time and resources can provide, for now we've planned to have at least a couple.
Suffice to say, if Carl ever pursues a career as a bull, I'd highly recommend him.
To cut a long story short, I had the green light. It was just a matter of finding the right bull.
I work as a barista and Carl had been one of my regulars for a long time. A short, stocky black guy in his late 30's. Drives trucks for a living. He'd come in and chat usually early in the day when it was slow so we had plenty of time to become acquainted. He had a lot of creepy stories from his time on the road. As a paranormal enthusiast, I was all in on them lol. Overall he's a nice, polite and fairly smart dude. One of those people that just seems to have a lot of natural charisma.
But still at a glance, not somebody that I would suspect of being a "bull". But here's how it happened: He came in one friday and invited me over to this housewarming thing to celebrate moving into his new place. I agreed kind of spur of the moment. Figured it was something to do other than the usual weekend routine. So it sounded cool to me.
Next day I show up and he's got a bunch of people cooking in the backyard. Crowd was bigger than I expected. Carl was quick to set me up with a heap of food and that was a lot better than expected. Flavors were tasted that day that I didn't even know existed, but I digress...
Since I didn't really know anybody I stuck close to him for most of the afternoon. He kept his arm around me and I definitely felt like I was already "claimed" so to speak. I felt like I was the odd half of the couple being one of like three white people there. A tall blonde dressed very much for the summer in a blouse and this acid wash denim skirt that I had a bit too much leg for.
Eventually, we moved up to a bench on the screened back porch, for a little bit of privacy. I noticed he was getting much more familiar under the table. He kept a hand rested on my leg lingering near the hem of my skirt. At one point, he made a joke and as he laughed, he kind of playfully patted me on the inside of my thigh. Soon after, his hand moved around to slowly rub at the small of my back and then roam over to grasp at my hip bone.
Carl was setting me on fire with these litte gestures combined with his confidence. I was a little self conscious about my nipples pointing up under my blouse. I couldn't really even pretend that he wasn't turning me on like crazy at this point. I touched his arm. Ran my fingers up it.
He leaned in and spoke in my ear. Asked me if I wanted to hang out and have a drink. I gave a grin and thumbs up so he directed me into the house.
The party finished outside and Carl saw the last of his guests off. By now it was getting pretty deep into sunset. The lighting matched my mood as I waited for things to wrap up. I think some of the people were wanting to linger a little longer but after a final card game on the back porch, they departed and we were officially alone.
Carl came back in. Didn't bother to turn the lights on or say anything as he strolled over and we met in the living room. His arms wrapped around my waist for a tight hug. I guess being short worked in his favor since this put his face pretty squarely in my cleavage. Tall guys have always been a nice plus, but with Carl I wasn't even thinking about height. He made it seem trivial with how strong and solid he felt in the embrace. It was like I was standing there clinging to a boulder.
Pretty bold too. He proved as much by running his hands under my skirt and up the back of my thighs, fingers spreading as they moved up and over my butt.
"Bless you, baby," He said it to me and repeated it between our lips locking and working against each other.
He beat me to the punch removing my blouse. I've never seen him so locked in as he unbuttoned my top. Slow but smooth, he had it open soon enough. And got a front row view of my boobs and a hint of pink peeking over the lacy bra. My skirt dropped next, and then he slid my panties down my legs.
His hands were all over my pale, naked body. My tits were groped, massaged and kissed. His fingers traced down my stomach, circled my belly button and then scooped under. I felt feverish with my pussy in his palm.
He played with me for a bit, but it was sheerly for the fun of it. He sure didn't need to get me ready since I was soaking wet well in advance.
He slid his pair of big baggy shorts down and I felt him poking up at me with a pretty hefty cock. I was more impressed with the girth of it but he was both long and thick enough to put my boyfriend to shame. Under it, he had a big plump set of balls. I could have guessed as much given how aggressively he was taking me. With all that testosterone it was no wonder.
His cock bobbed up, proudly presented as he puffed his chest out and let it wag a bit bouncing warmly between my thighs and bumping up against my pussy. I closed my legs around it as I went in for another kiss.
He walked me back a step until my butt was on the back of the couch. He slid his feet between mine and nudged them apart, lowering my stance until I could feel his cock was lined up.
No further ado aside from a firm grip on my ass and he began to slide himself into me while I was spread out and piegon-toed. Between my hips I had a warm, wet welcome for his rock hard member.
All I could do was cling to his neck until his belly was pressing against mine. I was soaked, trembling and clenching against the base of his cock. As his hands took hold of my hips and squared up, I realized I didn't know how to ride a bull, so just hung on as best I could while he started going at me.
He had me sweaty, beet red, cussing and trying to moan with the little breath I could catch. Finally, trembling with a climax that rolled through my core and cramped my stomach. One that bent me forward with a spasm and brought our lips together for a moment until he was unloading into me.
He couldn't keep his cock down that night, nor his hands and lips off me. I slid back on the couch and we made love again.
Eventually we did have those drinks mentioned earlier, and then it was back for more sex and fondling.
Along with the best sex of my life, Carl gave me some certainty about the path ahead. I think mother nature has made it pretty clear with how he makes me feel and how exciting it is when he touches me.
My boyfriend has jerked himself silly once I told him about the encounter. His biggest concern was if I took any pics or videos from that night. Sorry but nope- it was too good in the moment to do anything but ride the big fat cock.
And I'm smitten with the idea of having Carl get me pregnant. He's told me that he does have five kids with an ex-wife of his, but says he's willing to make some more with me. I'm willing to have as many as time and resources can provide, for now we've planned to have at least a couple.
Suffice to say, if Carl ever pursues a career as a bull, I'd highly recommend him.
