Gerald Gets What He Deserves.

Gerald Watkins felt his trouser pocket vibrate, and his meagre 4-inch cock stiffened, hoping it was the Bull Master. Gerald hurried back to his office. Closing and locking his door, Gerald pulled his phone out and accepted the video call. He was in time to see a tall, muscular, bald man in his mid-forties cutting his wife’s clothing off her.

“Oh, shit!” Gerald whispered, feeling extremely aroused and a little guilty. “What have I done?” Despite Gerald’s mouthed regret, he unbuttoned and unzipped, then pulled his trousers down so he could fist his tiny cock.

Gerald Watkins was a weak man. A man who couldn’t please his wife. Couldn’t satisfy her in bed. Couldn’t stay stiff long enough to bring his wife to fruition and wasn’t prepared to use his mouth or tongue to get her there. Hazel, his wife, put up with it for eight long years before she snapped. After another failed attempt to have her husband make love to her, she ridiculed Gerald for his meagre cock and lack of performance. Then, she threatened to take a lover and cuckold him.

Hazel exquisitely depicted the lover she wanted—tall, muscled, hairy, and with at least a 7-inch dick. She described in excruciating detail what she wanted this bull to do to her. After about twenty minutes of Hazel lying on her back, playing with her pussy, and fantasising about the lover she wanted, Gerald’s puny member was as erect as it could get, and it poured precum. He leapt on Hazel and banged her like a man possessed.

Pleased and excited by her husband’s sudden ardour, Hazel orgasmed several times before Gerald’s excitement wavered and his meagre tool wilted. Hazel tried several times in the ensuing weeks to get Gerald interested in fucking her again but to no avail. After failing again, she lay on her back and described her bull again. Gerald turned into a wild man, leaping on her and fucking her to several climaxes before he softened and fell from her admittedly not-so-tight cunt.

From then on, every time Hazel wanted sex, she would dredge up her fantasies of being taken by a bull lover. It worked every time, but over time, Hazel’s depictions of what she wanted had to become increasingly lurid and salacious to achieve the same result. Her bull no longer made love to her and, instead, took her roughly and used her holes for his pleasure. Hazel found these new fantasies darkly exciting, and she orgasmed hard, imagining it happening for real.

Then, close to a week ago, Gerald was trolling through his various porn sites, looking at cuckold porn. His favourite genre was a bull or bulls forcing a husband to watch them fuck his wife and then make him eat their cum from her abused pussy and ass. He found a clip and masturbated, fantasising that the couple in the clip was him and Hazel. After cleaning himself up, Gerald was about to close the browser when he saw an ad for a website where cuckolds could post invitations for a bull to visit their wives.

Fascinated and excited by the prospect, Gerald created an account and posted a bland, generic ad—”Wanted: An experienced bull to take an inexperienced couple through their first cuckold fantasy.” He didn’t post a picture or even a description of himself or his wife. Of course, although he received several emails from like-minded fantasisers, Gerald got no response from a bull he thought had the requisite experience and skill to do what he wanted.

After reading through the forums on the site, Gerald bit the bullet and posted a picture of himself and Hazel at the beach. Hazel, who is more on the chubby side of average, wore a mildly sexy one-piece swimsuit that emphasised her extensive bosom. Gerald, of course, was in boardies, his pudgy physique evident. After obscuring their faces, Gerald reposted the ad, including more details about what he was looking for. A character named The Bull Master answered his ad.

Gerald exchanged emails with Bull, as he preferred to be called, until Bull was convinced that Gerald wasn’t just another tyre-kicker and a waste of his time and effort. After these exchanges, Bull agreed to meet Gerald at a whiskey bar after work. Bull took his place early, ordering a shot of Glen Livet over a chilled stone cube. He sipped, watched and waited for Gerald to arrive.

Bull smiled at the wives and girlfriends who preened for him. But long years of experience had taught him to recognise the cuckolds and potential cuckolds almost immediately, and the possessive way these men pulled their partners closer showed none of them were. Bull spotted the diffident-looking man from his email exchanges and imperiously waved him over. When Gerald got there, Bull summoned a waitress over and ordered a refill for himself and a shot for Gerald.

Bull remained silent, knowing silence typically freaked people out. He shook his head every time Gerald opened his mouth, which left Gerald feeling weak and powerless. When the waitress returned with their shots, Bull tipped his glass to acknowledge the other man. “So, Gerald, you’re a wimp who can’t satisfy his wife, and you want me to do it for you. However, you’re such a big pansy that you don’t have the balls to take me home and tell your wife you want to watch me fuck her.”

Gerald’s mouth worked silently before he blushed and admitted weakly, “Pretty much, yes.”

“Take your cock out,” Bull demanded.

“What?!” Gerald gasped.

“I didn’t stutter,” Bull said menacingly.

Gerald looked around but realised Bull had chosen a spot where someone would need to almost be on top of them to see below their shoulders. He unzipped and took out his tinsy <4-inch cock. It was rock-hard and leaking precum.

“Just as I thought,” Bull said disparagingly. He eased his semi-erect 8-inch monster out of his fly. Gerald gaped at it, amazed. “Touch it,” Bull demanded.

Gerald shook his head, although his eyes never left the slowly swelling member before him. “I don’t want to,” he denied.

“Yes, you do,” Bull said firmly. “I bet you’d kneel and suck it if I told you to.”

“I wouldn’t!” Gerald protested. “I’m not gay.”

“No,” Bull acknowledged. “But you’re a wimp and a wannabe sissy. Tell me, Gerald, how often do you sniff your wife’s panties and whack off?”

“I don’t,” Gerald insisted as, unawarely, his hand reached out and gripped Bull’s enormous cock.

“You do,” Bull said calmly. “In fact, it’s all you can do not to kneel before me and kiss my cock.”

Gerald, his mouth dry and his hands shaking, gulped down his shot and summoned the waitress. He and Bull put their dicks away and zipped up while the young woman walked over. She took their order, and they remained silent until she returned. The waitress preened for Bull and batted her eyes flirtatiously as she placed Bull’s drink before him. Bull smiled at her, and then he grinned when he saw she’d written her phone number on his coaster. The young woman batted her eyes again and mouthed ‘call me’ before leaving.

“My wife is not that pretty and a bit on the chubby side,” Gerald said wonderingly. “Why would you want to fuck her when you can fuck that waitress?”

“That young thing doesn’t interest me at all,” Bull said dismissively. “But a chunky woman who loves her food also typically loves sex. They’re much more fun to play with than some skinny, salad-eating bitch who will whine and snivel that my cock’s too big and she can’t suck it or take it in her cunt or ass because it’ll hurt too much.” Bull fell silent momentarily before suddenly asking, “What day do you want me to come and destroy your wife’s holes? Keep in mind that yours probably won’t even touch her sides after I’ve been through her.”

“Umm, Hazel’s finishes early on Thursdays,” Gerald stated. “She’s normally home by four. You could take her then.”

“And she has no idea that you’re setting her up to be raped and abused for your sick pleasure?” Bull queried.

“She fantasises about it all the time,” Gerald defended. “She tells me her darkest fantasies and tells me she wishes someone would make them come true.”

“It’s the only way she can get you to fuck her, huh?”

Gerald blushed guiltily again. He couldn’t believe how easily Bull read him. He lowered his eyes and admitted, “Yeah. The sex afterwards is pretty wild.”

“I bet,” Bull said. He didn’t really care, but he enjoyed cuckolding men so much that he put up with wimp husbands like Gerald so that he could. What Gerald didn’t know was that he’d turn the tables on Gerald and empower his wife to the point that she’d complete Gerald’s subjugation and turn him into her sissy slave. Then, the sum total of the sex that the wimp would get was when one of his wife’s bulls decided to use him as a cum dump before they fucked his wife.

Deciding that Gerald was a big enough wimp that he would surrender his wife willingly, Bull gulped the remainder of his whiskey. He stood and said, “There’s a permission slip on the website. It needs to be filled out by you and your wife, but I’m guessing you’re devious enough to fill hers out for her without her knowledge. Assuming I’ve received them by Thursday morning, I’ll fuck your wife for you that afternoon.”

That was Monday. It was now 4:05 Thursday afternoon.

Earlier, Hazel had manoeuvred around a late-model Camry parked on the dogleg before her home. She muttered about people’s ignorance as she parked in her driveway. Hazel got out of her car and opened the front door. When Bull grabbed her from behind, Hazel had time to take a breath to scream, but he covered her mouth and nose with a damp cloth, and she passed out before she could.

Bull carried her to her bedroom before returning outside to grab his phone stand. He set it up at the bed’s base, checked it was pointed where he would place Hazel, and then dialled Gerald. He didn’t care if Gerald answered or not. He had the signed permission slips printed and was in possession of them. If the cops arrived, Bull would show the slips and protest his innocence. How was he to know that some sicko husband had set his wife up to be raped? The husband had continually assured him that his wife was ‘up for it’. The proof was that she’d signed the consent form. What? The husband falsified the wife’s slip? How was he to know that?

Bull removed his knife, an O-ring gag, and several ropes from his bag. Bull tied the O-ring in place first before slicing Hazel’s clothes from her body. Taking the ropes, Bull tied Hazel’s wrists to the headboard, stripped, and then waited for her to wake up.

Hazel opened her eyes. She tried to move but found her wrists were tied to her bed. Hazel craned her head to look, then shook it, trying to dislodge whatever was in her mouth. She looked around, wild-eyed, and spotted Bull standing beside her bed, jacking his enormous cock. She gasped as her gaze locked onto his rigidly stiff wang. Despite her predicament, Hazel admired Bull’s dick and wondered what it would feel like inside her.

Amused, Bull said, “My eyes are up here.” Mimicking what women often said to ogling men.

Hazel lifted her eyes and saw the man from her fantasies—tall, muscular, with lots of body hair and an enormous cock. There were two minor differences: The man was bald instead of hirsute, and Gerald wasn’t there. But it was close enough, and Hazel’s pussy reacted by flowering open and heating up.

Bull smelt Hazel’s flooding arousal and knew Gerald was right about at least one thing, Hazel was ‘up for it’. He pointed at his phone on its stand at the bottom of the bed. “My name is Bull,” Bull said. “You may call me Bull, Sir, or Master. Your husband set this up, Hazel. He’s watching while I prepare to fuck your saggy cunt. Isn’t it nice of him to send you a bull to fulfil your fantasies?” Bull didn’t wait for an answer that could only be garbled if it came and got on the bed, straddling Hazel’s belly. He eased his cock through the O-ring into her mouth. “Suck, bitch,” he growled.

‘Like I have any choice,’ Hazel thought. However, she pressed her tongue against the underside of Bull’s wang and did her best to suck it. Bull pulled back, and Hazel lashed his enormous glans with her tongue. She was delighted by its size and how his precum tasted. She hoped to savour more than just precum.

Pushing back in, Bull kept shoving even though Hazel began to gag. He remorselessly pushed until his entire cock was lodged in Hazel’s throat. Hazel tossed her head frantically, trying to dislodge Bull’s cock before she choked to death. Her vision starred before Bull withdrew far enough for Hazel to grab a few gasped breaths. Then, he forced his cock back down her throat.

Despite her terror at being choked, Hazel found it exciting to be forced to service the man’s gigantic wang orally. Her knees lifted, displaying her drooling pussy to Bull’s camera and her watching husband. She moaned as her hips bucked, and a petite orgasm washed over her.

Gerald had already cum into a tissue twice. Seeing and hearing his wife’s orgasm caused another cum explosion. Twice, someone had knocked on his door, but Gerald ignored them. However, he knew it was only a matter of time before his boss phoned and asked what the fuck he was doing. As the purchasing officer for his firm, Gerald needed to be available whenever the store was open so he could order supplies as required.

His phone rang, but instead of answering it, Gerald left his office and ran for his car. Watching on the phone wasn’t enough. He needed to be there and witness Bull fuck Hazel in person. He’d be in trouble tomorrow, but he didn’t care today.

Bull heard and sensed Hazel’s climax. He smiled to himself and continued face fucking the tubby woman. As he hoped, blocking her airways caused Hazel to have another slight climax. He waited until she stopped shuddering before withdrawing his cock.

Hazel looked at Bull longingly, hoping he’d fuck her, but Bull had other ideas. Taking more rope, he lifted and tied Hazel’s left ankle to her left wrist and then tied her right ankle to her right wrist. Next, Bull fished Hazel’s phone out of her handbag. It asked for a fingerprint to unlock it, so he pressed it against Hazel’s tied thumb. Her phone opened, and Bull took several photos of Hazel’s salaciously displayed cunt.

Bull put her phone aside before kneeling between Hazel’s wobbly thighs. Then, he balanced on his left hand as he thumbed her clitoris. Hazel’s hips bucked. Despite being shown numerous times, Gerald never could find her nubbin. Sex for Gerald, unless Hazel wound him up with lurid descriptions of what she wanted to be done to her, was sticking his puny cock in his wife’s mostly dry vagina and thrashing his hips until he either went limp and fell out or came. Mainly, he went limp and fell out.

Hazel watched Bull intently. She whimpered when he lowered his lips onto her puffy nipple and softly sucked it into his mouth. Hazel felt her pussy froth as Bull lightly bit her teat and eased two fingers into her cunt. She moaned when she felt the man’s fingers scrape across her G-spot, then her hips bucked as another slight orgasm washed through her quivering body. She’d already climaxed three times, and her man hadn’t really done anything yet.

‘Was this rape?’ She wondered. She guessed that, technically, it still was. The law said that even if she had one or more orgasms if she hadn’t given permission, then he’d raped her. However, if this was rape, Hazel hoped Bull would continue doing so for many more hours and return often to do it again.

Bull eased a third finger into Hazel’s pussy, and worked them apart, stretching her already generous cunt wider. Certainly, Gerald’s less than 4-inch cock made it difficult for him to pleasure any woman with it, but with his wife having an unusually large vulva, he was no chance. Bull added his fourth finger before applying inward pressure on Hazel’s pussy sphincter. He rotated his hand back and forth until, with a loud grunt from Hazel, all four knuckles slid into her gaping vagina.

“Oh, Gawd!” Hazel groaned as another, more intense climax ravaged her quivering body. She looked down, unable to comprehend how Bull had gotten all his knuckles inside her. Hazel kidded herself that she was tight because, after all, all women were, right? However, Gerald wasn’t the first lover she’d had complain about how loose she was.

Hazel watched disbelievingly as Bull pulled his fingers far enough out to fold his thumb across his palm. Then, still twisting his wrist back and forth, Bull pushed until his entire hand entered her pussy. “Fuck!” Hazel spat as she felt Bull clench his fist and start pumping. Hazel’s eyes rolled back as the feelings Bull’s fist elicited from her severely distended cunt crashed her into a screaming orgasm. For the first time in her life, Hazel squirted pussy fluids. They gushed over Bull’s fist and poured out of her cunt around his wrist.

Hazel saw Bull take a squeeze bottle from where he’d placed it beside her bed. She tried to twitch away when he pushed the nozzle into her ass, but his hand in her cunt held her in place. Hazel felt the cold lube filling her ass, and then she bucked again as his finger slid through her sphincter. Anal sex was a gigantic no-no for Hazel. You had to be depraved and sick in the head to enjoy it. Her mind rebelled, demanding that she somehow stop what Bull was doing. However, her body reacted to the twin intrusions, and Hazel groaned, knowing she raced towards another climactic peak.

Bull kept pumping his fist as he eased two more fingers into Hazel’s bottom. Then, similar to what he did with her pussy, Bull forced his fingers apart, gaping Hazel’s ring until he could fit his pinky finger into her ass. Next, Bull rotated his wrist oppositely to the one in Hazel’s pussy. In even less time than it took to gape Hazel’s pussy, Bull forced his entire left hand into Hazel’s colon.

Hazel disbelieving gazed at her fist-filled fuck holes. Never before had she been so entirely filled and never ever had she felt so slutty. Her eyes raised to look into Bull’s. He grinned at her maliciously before pumping the fist in her cunt. Then, as he pulled that fist back, Bull shoved his left hand deeper into her ass. He slowly built a rhythm, alternately pushing and pulling as if he were the pistons in a two-cylinder engine.

Every movement in Hazel’s cunt scraped Bull’s fist over her G-spot, and amazingly, Hazel started humping her hips to meet Bull’s thrusting fists. Then, reaching her peak, Hazel howled through her O-ring as her climax blasted her mind apart. Twice more, Hazel came, squirting pussy juice over Bull’s wrist. Then, after a third, mind-destroying orgasm, Hazel’s mind shut down, and she temporarily passed from this plane.

Bull’s cock sliding back into her mouth woke Hazel up. She shuddered, fearing that he’d choke her again. But this time, Bull was intent on getting his pleasure. Realising that he was, Hazel lashed Bull’s glans with her tongue. Bull rewarded her by filling her slurping mouth with his cum. Typically, Hazel didn’t swallow. In fact, she never let her lovers cum in her mouth. However, Bull was so dominant that she never hesitated and swallowed every drop of his gift.

Hazel’s libido had exploded, and even though she’d orgasmed more times than she could count, she still ached for more. Bull knew that, and after filling her mouth, he lay between her tied legs and lowered his mouth onto her drooling gash.

Oral sex was another thing that her husband only did reluctantly, and Hazel had never climaxed through oral stimulation before. Therefore, she was amazed when Bull’s knowing tongue stabbed into her vulva before sliding along her dripping slit and onto her clit. Then, when Bull encircled her nubbin with his lips, lightly bit it, and battered it with his tongue, Hazel launched into another series of mind-melting orgasms.

All through this, Bull kept an eye on his phone. He knew Gerald was on his way because he could see him in the picture-in-picture on the phone. Bull moved to position his enormous cock at Hazel’s soaking entrance. Then, with one brutal plunge, he filled her gaping cunt to the brim. Bull’s cock’s head bounced off Hazel’s cervix, and she squealed, both delighted and hurt by the sensation. Bull pulled back before ramming into her again.

Hazel quickly realised that Bull didn’t care for her climax. Instead, he wholly focused on his own pleasure. Strangely, Hazel found being used exciting, and despite Bull’s uncaring attitude, she orgasmed when his gigantic cock spasmed inside her and sprayed his cum over her battered cervix.

Helpless, Hazel lay there. Her wrists and ankles ached from the pressure Bull’s ropes exerted on them. Hazel had cum many more times since Bull had taken her than she had in the last year, but she wanted more. Her rapist glanced at his phone, which Hazel had assumed was recording him fucking her, and she realised it was transmitting her abuse to her husband instead.

Bull got off the bed and moved to where the bedroom door would hide him when it opened. Gerald burst into the room, glaring about. He looked at Hazel, confused that she was alone. But before he could react, Bull pushed the door closed, grabbed Gerald in a choke hold, and held the cloth he’d used on Hazel over his mouth and nose. Gerald dropped unconscious a few seconds later.

Laughing at Hazel’s consternation, Bull cut Gerald’s clothes off him and then tied him beside Hazel. Hazel almost laughed out loud when Bull forced an O-ring gag into Gerald’s mouth and tied her husband’s ankles to his wrists.

Hazel disbelievingly gaped when Bull released her from her binds and took her O-ring out. Bull massaged her stiff, aching muscles until Hazel could move without discomfort. Then, he took a bottle of water from his bag and offered it to her. Hazel drank appreciatively before putting it on her dresser. She looked at Bull, wondering what was next.

Bull chuckled before he removed a strap-on harness from his bag. Hazel had never seen one before, let alone used one, and she didn’t know what to do with it. Bull laughed before helping her to put it on and buckle it into place. Then, he offered her three ‘cocks’ to affix to her harness. With no idea what Bull wanted, Hazel accepted the largest—a 12-inch, bulbous-headed monster that would scare the most experienced Bdsm exponent.

“Oil your cock and his ass and then fuck him,” Bull suggested. “Give him a taste of what you’ve just experienced.

“He’s not gay,” Hazel protested.

“No, he isn’t,” Bull confirmed. “But he’s a sissy who would be happier servicing cocks than pussies. Make him your bitch, and cuckold him regularly. Insist that he remove all hair below his eyebrows, and make him wear a pair of your panties always.” Bull gave Hazel a cock cage. “Put this on him and make him realise that the only sex he’ll ever get is when one of your bulls wants to use him to release their sexual tension so they can service you better. Eventually, you might want to feminise him completely by giving him tits and putting him on oestrogen.”

“I’m not a lesbian,” Hazel objected. “I don’t want a female husband.”

“No, you’re not,” Bull said, grinning. “You’re a lusty wench who needs a masculine bull to fuck your slut holes and make you feel owned and possessed. Can this wimp do that for you?” Hazel shook her head. “But Gerald loves you and will work his ass off to provide you with what you desire. It’s just that he’s incapable of meeting your sexual desires. Stop expecting him to, and get what you want from willing bulls like me. Then, you can give him what he needs, which is to be your submissive cuckold. Use him to fluff your bulls so they’re ready to fuck you into nirvana.”

Hazel thought through what Bull had told her, recognising he spoke the truth. Her husband was never going to be able to satisfy her rampant sexual desires. Her choices were to divorce Gerald and find someone who could. Put up with a less than satisfactory sex life until she was too old to care. Or do what Bull suggested. Hazel didn’t want a divorce. Gerald was a good man and a hard worker. His only flaws were his tinsy todger and unwillingness to use his mouth and tongue to compensate. However, she wasn’t prepared to put up with her current sex life. So, that left doing what Bull suggested. Hazel climbed onto the bed.

Looking at her husband, Hazel had a nastier thought than raping his unwilling ass with her ‘cock’. Her cunt was full of Bull’s cum. She unbuckled her strap-on and placed it on the bed. Then, she walked up until she stood with her feet on either side of Gerald’s chest. She grabbed a handful of her husband’s hair so she could pull his head back and then lowered her drooling pussy onto his face. Pushing her vulva against Gerald’s face firmly cut off his air supply, and he came awake, gasping.

Gerald tried to move, but he found he couldn’t. He tried to shake his head and dislodge whatever blocked his mouth and nose, but all he accomplished was to smear Bull’s leaking cum over his face. He heard Hazel growl, “Lick, bitch. Clean Bull’s cum out of my cunt and I’ll let you breathe.”

Hazel backed away long enough for her husband to suck in a few quick breaths before she smothered him with her gaping pussy again. Gerald shook his head again, refusing to obey, so Hazel leaned back and grabbed his balls. Brutally squeezing them, Hazel snarled, “Lick, or not only will I smother you, I will rip your puny balls off and feed them to you.” She wrenched on them, causing Gerald to scream. Then, she smothered him with her gaping cunt again.

Gerald got the hint this time. He pushed his tongue out and tasted his wife’s and Bull’s combined secretions. Gerald’s mind and stomach rebelled, but then his instinctual brain took over. The human instinct to survive is one of our most powerful instincts. To live, Gerald had to breathe. To breathe, Gerald had to fish Bull’s cum from his wife’s sloppy pussy. He ate Bull’s seed.

Gerald wasn’t skilled, nor was he enthusiastic, but the sheer salaciousness of forcing her husband to do this act crashed Hazel into a heightened orgasm. She screamed as her climax rattled the bones in her body. Hazel couldn’t believe it could get better than this until she felt Bull climb on the bed behind her. He pushed her shoulders forward so he could access her dripping pussy. Hazel groaned as Bull’s meaty tool peeled her cunt open and forced its way inside.

Gerald felt Bull’s cock on his chin and lips, and it excited him. Gerald realised that Bull was right; he was a sissy in waiting. Fantasies of sucking his wife’s lover’s cocks before they serviced her blasted through his mind and his teeny cock exploded, shooting ropes of cum onto his belly.

Bull hammered Hazel’s pussy, bouncing his enormous cock head off her cervix with every thrust. Confused by her sudden, unexpected desire to experience pain during lovemaking, Hazel surrendered to the delicious torment and climaxed on Bull’s cock several times. Every orgasm sent fluids gushing from her squelching cunt, coating Bull’s balls and nearly drowning her husband.

This part culminated with Bull pulling out of Hazel’s overstimulated pussy and forcing his cock into Gerald’s mouth. Then, pumping the new cuckold’s throat viciously, Bull unloaded a torrent of cum down Gerald’s gullet. Gerald, overwhelmed and confused, orgasmed onto his stomach again, adding to the sticky mess already there. Bull whispered a suggestion in Hazel’s ear, and she grinned malevolently before heading to her kitchen to fetch a teaspoon. She gathered Gerald’s cum with the spoon and fed it through his O-ring into his mouth, forcing him to swallow every drop.

Realising that Hazel didn’t want to fuck her husband’s ass, Bull took her aside and offered advice on where she should take things. Hazel listened and thought one suggested path was right for her and Gerald. She fetched a dining room chair for Bull to sit on and observe. Then, she undid her husband’s binds and took out his O-ring. In a clear, firm and controlled voice, she said, “Gerald, you will go to the bathroom, shower, and then remove all hair below your eyebrows. You have fifteen minutes to comply and return here before I send Bull to punish you.” Gerald gaped at his wife disbelievingly until Hazel growled, “The clock is ticking.” He scurried from the room.

Hazel watched him go, wondering why she hadn’t taken this step years before. Then, she turned back to Bull and admired his hairy, muscular physique. Her eyes dropped to his enormous, partially-wilted dick, and she licked her lips. Hazel dropped to her knees and took Bull’s cock in her mouth. She’d accepted the entire thing when Bull forced her to, and now Hazel wanted to see if she could do it willingly. It took several goes and lots of gagging, but she eventually managed to lodge Bull’s entire dick in her throat.

Bull sat back in his chair and let Hazel go to work. He’d had several orgasms and felt no urgent need to go again. However, having a willing slut service his cock was one of Bull’s favourite things, and he quickly rose to full-mast in Hazel’s mouth. Eventually, Bull realised that Hazel had no real experience in sucking a cock of his size. He suggested, “Instead of trying to deep-throat me every time, why don’t you figure out how much you can comfortably take and then wrap your hand around that spot? That way, you can bob your head up and down quickly, knowing you won’t choke, and you can simultaneously jack my shaft.”