Becca Bellamy
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Her Blue Collar Bull - Part 4
🕑 Added 2025-06-11 05:45:38 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
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Eddie's truck was in the driveway when Alan pulled up in front of the house. He parked next to it, got out, and examined the inside of the cab, which was strewn with Dunkin' Donuts coffee cups, empty bags from various fast food restaurants, crumpled up receipts, and a handful of tools that seemingly never made it back to their rightful home after a job.
Alan took note of the pair of black lace panties dangling from the rear view mirror, occupying the spot where an air freshener would hang in the vehicle of a man like Eddie, one who spent a great deal of his day sweating and didn't always smell especially good when he climbed into his truck.
Alan had purchased countless pairs of wildly expensive panties for his wife over the years and he recognized that the pair hanging from Eddie's mirror were from a high end brand. It was possible Eddie was fucking more than one woman in their neighborhood, but it seemed unlikely. Instead, it seemed that he'd kept a trophy in the form of Hallie's panties and proudly displayed them. Alan wondered if Eddie shared the provenance of those panties to anyone that asked, if he informed his buddies that he was fucking the wife of one of his rich clients, that he showed her the kind of pleasure that her wealthy husband couldn't.
It was an element of their arrangement that Alan had never considered. He loved that his wife fucked their handyman. He loved that Hallie took pleasure in being used by him, in being fucked aggressively, in being fucked like she was little more than a plaything for him. Eddie never failed to get her off, even when he insisted on fucking Hallie's ass and leaving her pussy completely untouched. A bit of clit rubbing was all it ever took to get her off, though sometimes Eddie denied her even that pleasure, which in turn drove Hallie wild and made it easy for her to cum when she climbed on Alan's face after being a fuck toy for the handyman.
As he headed for the entrance of their regal, absurdly expensive home, Alan considered the idea that Eddie would go out for a beer with his friends and talk about how he fucked a rich man's wife up the ass, that she begged him to cum in her ass, that she did so while telling him that her husband was barely a man, that he couldn't fuck her to an orgasm if her life depended on it. The idea of a group of men laughing at Alan's expense was, oddly enough, a turn on, though if those men were his friends - the men he played golf with, for instance - it would have been devastating instead of arousing, which spoke to the delicate nature of the sexual lifestyle he'd developed with Hallie.
Once inside, it was clear that Eddie wasn't working anymore. Perhaps he hadn't come over to work at all. It was nearly 6 p.m., well past typical quitting time for a man in Eddie's profession.
It was the moaning that gave it away. Eddie's moaning, that was. Alan stood by the front door and listened intently to discern the source of his pleasure. It took a few seconds, but the sounds of a blowjob made their way to his ears.
Alan headed for the living area that overlooked the expansive backyard of their home - estate, really - and spotted his wife on her knees in front of the white couch she'd so carefully selected a few years back when they'd remodeled and re-furnished the room she was now sucking another man's cock in.
Hallie was dressed in a fishnet body stocking that clung like a second skin to her lithe body. She wore a pair of strappy black heels that were - by Alan's judgment, at least - of a trashy variety. Eddie liked it when the beautiful wealthy woman dressed like a trashy slut. Sometimes he demanded she dress in the manner of a street whore, a request Hallie was always willing to grant. In fact, it always made her wet to dress to please Eddie.
Eddie was naked on the pristine white couch. Alan wasn't especially bothered by that, but he was surprised that Hallie was okay with her bull's sweaty ass and back resting on the absurdly expensive fabric. He suspected, though, that a small part of her was aroused at the idea of Alan paying an arm and a leg to have the couch cleaned after she and her bull had dirtied it. Alan couldn't deny that he would enjoy the small bit of humiliation he'd experience at being made to do so.
He imagined the cleaner staring at a cum stain on the couch and knowing full well what he was looking at. He imagined a quick smile intended as a congratulations of sort for Alan. 'You fucked your wife on this couch, sir, and she's very beautiful, so good for you,' he imagined the cleaner thinking (not saying, of course). Alan would return the smile while the truth - that another man had fucked his wife on the couch - would generate a small well of humiliation that would leave him desperate to get on his knees for his wife, to beg for the privilege of eating her pussy, or worshiping her ass, of making her cum while she verbally degraded his sexual talents and extolled the virtues of having a real man like Eddie in her life.
"Welcome home, Alan," Eddie said. He spread his arms and rested them on the back of the couch before looking Alan's way. "How was work?"
"Good, good."
Alan wasn't looking at Eddie. He was watching his wife's head bob up and down in the handyman's lap. He was staring at her ass, which looked flawless in the fishnets. He was distracted by the sounds of a wet, passionate blowjob, too, and he tried to remember the last time Hallie had sucked his cock in that manner. He quickly decided that it had likely been before they'd married when she was trying her best to convince him that she'd be the kind of wife that a typical man in his position - wealthy, really - wanted.
"Were those her panties in your truck?" Alan asked.
Eddie looked his way and smiled. "A gift from your wife. I like to be able to smell her pussy from time to time. I like to be able to take in the scent of her desire for me, Alan. Her desire for a real man. Those panties are proof that your wife's cunt gets wet for me in a way it doesn't get wet for you."
Alan stepped into the room. The view out back was beautiful, but he glanced for only a moment before returning his attention to his wife's dutiful cocksucking. Not once had she looked up from the cock in her mouth. Not once had she stopped sucking in the slow, rhythmic fashion that Eddie favored when he was looking to relax as she pleasured him with her mouth.
"A good wife should greet her husband when he gets home from work," Eddie said. "Why don't you show your man a little affection, Hallie?"
The dick popped free from her mouth as Alan approached the couch. He figured he'd get a cock-flavored kiss, but Hallie looked at him, smiled, and then dropped her head lower and took both of Eddie's big balls in her mouth.
"Oh, fuck, baby, that's good. I like how you think. Suck up all that fucking sweat. Suck up all the nastiness that builds during a day of real work."
Hallie did just that and then she stood and sauntered towards her husband. She was breathtaking in the fishnet body stocking, which included a high neck and covered every inch of her arms and hands with the exception of the very tips of her fingers.
"Welcome home, sweetie," Hallie said as she pressed her body against Alan's. He could smell the cock on her breath as she looked up at him. "I missed you so much while you were gone. Luckily, Eddie stopped by after a long day of work to help with my loneliness. Wasn't that nice of him?"
"It was."
Hallie's hand moved to the back of his head and she played with his hair for a few moments before tilting her head, leaning in, and kissing him. He tasted Eddie's balls - or the sweat and grime that had built up over the day - on her lips. He tasted them on her tongue. It was a kiss that most men would have found disgusting. Alan was not most men.
The kiss ignited a firestorm of desire. His hands moved down his wife's fishnet-clad back and he grabbed her flawless ass and gave it a good squeeze. He moaned into her mouth as she stroked him through his slacks, luring his long-denied cock - it had been two weeks since he'd cum - into a throbbing state and propelling his tongue to explore deeper into her mouth in search of the humiliation that came from tasting another man's balls.
"Eddie had an especially difficult day," she said softly. "A few remarkably bitchy clients. You know how the women in this little enclave of ours can be. So entitled. So rude. He wanted to go home, have a few drinks, and relax in front of the TV, but I promised him that I'd make it worth his while to stop by, that I wouldn't be like those other women, that I'd do whatever it took to relieve him of the stress of his day. A man like him deserves that sort of thing, don't you think?"
He didn't. The truth was, Eddie was average as a handyman. He was, in fact, average in just about every imaginable way. He worked hard, but that didn't actually count for all that much in the real world. That was the thrill of their arrangement, though. Alan was, in many ways, the kind of man that deserved to have a beautiful woman eager to worship his cock and balls, to give him her pussy and ass if she desired it, to drain him of his stresses with her body in exchange for the fabulously glamorous life his wealth provided. Alan didn't get any of that from Hallie, though. Eddie got it all. Eddie was treated like a king. She sucked the sweat off his balls. She slobbered all over his cock. She let him fuck her however he wanted for however long he desired.
"Yes, he deserves that sort of thing," Alan answered. "Much more so than I do."
Hallie laughed. "It's cute that you think you deserve anything other than being made to watch while a superior man fucks me, Alan. You make a lot of money, but that's all you're good for."
Alan wanted to tell his wife that he loved her desperately, that he would love her until the end of time. She was, after all, tending to him in the way he desired. To an outside observer Hallie would have seemed impossibly cruel, but she knew exactly what her husband wanted and she was keen to give it to him. She was, in truth, the perfect wife for him. He wasn't going to break the spell, though, as their little sexual games lost some of their luster if either of them directly called out what was actually happening. That was for afterwards, when the sexual pleasure had been dispensed and they were recovering as Eddie drove home.
"Feel my pussy," Hallie instructed.
Alan smiled and selfishly grasped one of her breasts. It felt rather good in the fishnets and when she smiled it thrilled him. He then moved his hand down her chest and stomach and between her legs. The body stocking had a helpful opening at the crotch and his fingers made their way into her slick pussy with ease.
Hallie moaned as he penetrated her and bathed himself in the remarkable wetness. Sucking Eddie's cock always turned her on, but Alan judged that she was actually wetter than usual.
"You work so hard," she said softly. "You're absurdly successful. You're handsome. You're charming. You could have almost any woman you want, Alan, and the one you have gets wetter for another man than she's ever gotten for you."
He kissed her and she offered her tongue. He took it and sucked on it.
"You're such a fucking cuck," she said with a smile.
Hallie stepped away and his fingers fell from her pussy. Alan sucked them clean immediately, eliciting another smile from his wife as she turned and walked towards Eddie.
He took her hand and pulled her into his lap. He roughly played with her tits as they kissed. She reached down to guide his cock inside her and he moaned into her mouth. Eddie grabbed her ass with both hands and then lifted one in the air and brought it down on her flesh with enough force that the sound of the spanking reverberated throughout the room.
"Who does your pussy belong to?" he asked.
Hallie rode him hard and moaned. "You, Eddie. My pussy belongs to you."
He smiled, leaned back, and took her tits in both hands. He squeezed hard enough for her to wince and Alan felt a protective instinct creep in. He pushed it down - Hallie would let him know if Eddie went too far - and watched as she rolled her head back and moaned like it actually turned her on to be played with in such a rough manner.
"Fuck...Eddie...I got so turned on sucking your cock that I'm already close," Hallie declared. "Can I cum, Eddie? Can I cum on your cock? Can I cum all over your big dick?"
"You can cum, but only if I get to blow my load on your husband's face," Eddie said.
Alan tensed up and focused all his energy on his wife's reaction. Perhaps she was too far gone to truly comprehend the demand her bull had just made, but Alan hoped she would stop riding him, that she would switch to a less pleasurable position, or that she would simply refuse to cum to save him from the indignity of taking a facial from the handyman.
Hallie took Eddie's head in her hands and looked down at him as she rode him faster. She kissed him and he squeezed her ass. Then she threw her head back and filled the room with screams of pleasure.
Alan watched his wife prioritize her pleasure over his and he couldn't help but smile. He had no interest in taking a facial, of course, but he liked that she adhered to the foundation of their sexual lifestyle, which was that her pleasure mattered above all else.
Hallie's orgasm lasted longer than usual and she existed in a place of quiet bliss for quite some time afterwards, too, indicating that she'd cum harder than usual.
"Thank you," she said to Eddie. "You really do fuck me better than anyone ever has and you really do make me cum so much harder than my worthless cuckold husband ever has."
Alan's cock surged in his pants. He was well aware of the danger of finding such pleasure in talk like that, but he couldn't help himself.
"Would you like to fuck me a little more before you blow your load on his face?" she asked.
Eddie reached up and put his fingers in her mouth. Hallie sucked dutifully and began to ride her bull again.
"I think I'll take my time," Eddie said. "Build up a nice big load to paint the cuck's face with."
Alan stood stone still and watched his wife slowly ride her bull's big dick. She fellated his fingers with such passion that it looked like she was getting off on it. Hallie was putting on a show, though Alan suspected it was just as much for him as it was for her bull.
After a few minutes of cock riding, Eddie put Hallie on her knees on the couch and took her from behind. He pulled her hair, spanked her ass, fingered her asshole, and fucked her roughly the entire time, all while she moaned.
"Eddie, baby, can I cum again?" she asked.
He smiled, and with good reason. It was a rare thing for Hallie to get off on being fucked from behind. Eddie had that power, though. There was something about being fucked - used, really - by a man like him that drove Hallie wild with desire. It's why he was her bull. It's why he would likely continue to be her bull for as long as he desired.
"Yes, you can cum," he said. "I like it when the cuck watches you cum on my dick, especially in a position I know he's never made you cum in."
Hallie gripped the couch, closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and let out a primal scream as she had her second orgasm with Eddie's cock pummeling her pussy.
They fucked a little longer in doggy style and then some in missionary, all of it on the pristine white couch. When they were finished, Alan noticed a distinct stain on the couch. Pussy juices, precum, and sweat, he guessed. The products of a good, long fucking that he'd witnessed all of.
"Get naked, cuck," Eddie said. "Get on your fucking knees."
The command was issued with a smile, as if Eddie was thoroughly enjoying the power he held over Alan in that moment. It wasn't really Eddie's power, though. It was Hallie's power. Alan did what her bull wanted because it pleased her.
He stripped. He dropped to his knees in front of the handyman. He felt the intended humiliation. A man who made next to nothing compared to Alan was about to cum on his face. A man who was far lower on the social ladder was about to cum on his face. A man who would be looking up at him - metaphorically speaking - in any other situation was moments away from spewing his thick seed all over Alan's face.
"Fuck, take my load, cuck!" Eddie cried as Hallie stood next to him and ran her hands all over his body while showering his neck in kisses.
Alan closed his eyes and received a baptism of sorts as another man's cum spurted across his face in thick ropes. He kept his mouth open, too, mostly because it was a bit more humiliating and he found pleasure in fully leaning in.
"Fucking hell!" Eddie yelled. "What a fucking orgasm!"
"Mmm, I don't know if I've ever seen anything so hot, baby," Hallie said. "Look at him. He's covered in your cum. You shoot such big loads, baby. Like a real man. And fuck does my cuck look good with your cum all over his pretty little face."
"Suck the rest off my dick, Hallie."
Alan's eyes were closed, but he heard his wife sucking dick on command. His own erection throbbed quite wondrously at her willingness to clean her bull's cock.
"I'm gonna grab a beer," Eddie said. "You two have fun."
Alan heard the bull walk away and soon felt his wife's fingers around his cock. Hallie's tongue ran through the cum on his face. She was cleaning him. She licked it off his eyes and he opened up just in time to see her spit the cum into her hand and wrap her fingers around his dick.
"Cum for me, cuck," she said softly. "Cum on the floor and then lick it up while I go suck Eddie's dick to get him hard again."
Alan blew his load in seconds. He was far too turned on to resist. He grunted and groaned and Hallie smiled and kissed his neck in a soft, loving manner.
"I love you, Hallie," he whispered while coming down from his climax.
"I love you more than you can possibly imagine, Alan," she replied. "And I will always love you, especially if you remain a good cuck for me."
"I will always be a good cuck for you."
She smiled, kissed him deeply, and then stood and sauntered out of the room.
Alan looked at the cum on the floor. He could have just wiped it up, but his wife had given an order, so he bent over and licked up his load. It was a small humiliation, though amplified by the fact that he'd just had an orgasm and was cleaning his cum alone. He still did it, though, and it actually put a smile on his face.
Once he'd finished, Alan wiped up the remnants of cum his tongue couldn't collect, got dressed, and grabbed his phone to order take out for all of them. Eddie might not stay, but he figured he'd order just in case the bull wanted to hang around a little longer. A good dinner was the least he deserved after he provided Hallie with two orgasms - and probably more to come - and providing that dinner was exactly what a good cuck would do, and Alan was a good cuck.
