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Her Blue Collar Bull - Part 3
🕑 Added 2025-05-12 05:32:01 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
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Hallie stepped out of the bathroom in a pair of black lace boyshort panties and a matching bra. There was a confident sway in her hips as she strode across the bedroom and into the closet.
Not long after, Hallie emerged holding a pair of thigh high black latex boots. She set them on the floor and stepped into both. She bent over as Alan sat up and watched her slowly zip up each of the boots. Hallie stood and put her hands on her hips and struck a pose that caused Alan's loins to stir.
"Those boots are incredible," he said.
"I thought you'd enjoy them."
His boxers now had the beginnings of a tent in them as Alan's cock had reached a half hard state.
"Why don't you come and kiss them?" Hallie suggested as she pointed to her feet.
A kink-fueled desire drove Alan out of their bed and onto his knees. He bent over and pressed his lips to the smooth, shiny latex of her boot and kissed it. He did so a handful of times and felt that same kinky energy flowing through him.
"Oh, I like this very much," Hallie said. "This is a good look on you, Alan. On your knees and kissing the boots of the woman you worship."
He kept on kissing. His cock was hard, but it got harder when Hallie placed one booted foot on his upper back while he kissed the other. She pressed down and he moaned while thinking of how this particular act of kink was a genuine change of pace from how things normally played out.
When Hallie lifted her foot from between his shoulder blades, Alan sat back on his knees and looked up at her. He was curious as to what had inspired her outfit and dominant behavior, but he kept his curiosity to himself as he didn't want to ruin the moment.
Hallie put her hands on her hips and stared down at him. "I saw those texts from your assistant."
Alan knew what she was talking about. He had no reason to be fearful, though, as he'd done nothing with Melanie.
"She's quite flirty, Alan. Inappropriately so, I would say."
"I know," he replied.
Hallie stepped close enough that Alan could feel the warmth emanating from her thighs. She inched her foot forward and lifted the tip of her boot tease his cock through his underwear.
"I think she's angling to replace me," Hallie said softly, though the look on her face was rather stern.
"Oh, no, I don't think..."
"Quiet," she said sharply. "She is angling to replace me, Alan. She's not stupid. She knows that men like you - successful men - often trade in their wives for a younger model. She took her time before making her move and she's not being too aggressive about it, but she's trying to seduce you, my love. She wants you to surrender to your desires. She wants you to cross the line, to do something unprofessional, to put your dick in her and discover just how pleasurable young flesh can be."
Alan opened his mouth to offer a rebuttal, but Hallie filled it with her fingers. They moved in and out, effectively shutting him up as she continued to tease his dick.
"She's a fool, of course," Hallie said. "She doesn't know you like I do. She doesn't know that you're a cuckold, that catering to your kink is the best way to keep you interested. She doesn't know that you need to be married to a strong woman, to someone that can handle satisfying multiple men at once, to someone that can be selfish and giving at the same time, to someone that understands her husband's needs more than any woman ever has."
Alan nodded and Hallie pulled her fingers free. "I would never fuck her, Hallie. I wouldn't. I want you. I only want you."
Hallie grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled Alan closer until his lips were pressed against her panties. The smell of her perfume filled his nose, as did the faint scent of arousal emanating from that holy place between her legs.
"Lick me," she said.
Alan extended his tongue and lapped at Hallie's pussy through the delicate fabric of her panties. He applied as much pressure as he could in the hope of offering her pleasure and was rewarded with a gentle moan as she maintained her iron grip on his hair.
"What would you do if Melanie offered to let you watch as her boyfriend fucked her, Alan?" she asked.
"I'd say no. I love you, Hallie. You talk often about how I take good care of you, about how I've provided you with everything you've ever wanted, but you do the same for me and I will never lose sight of that."
Hallie smiled. "I do know how to make you feel good, don't I?"
He nodded.
"Would you like to cum?" she asked.
"Yes."
"I'd be willing to let you jerk off onto my boots if you'd lick it up."
He moaned.
"But then again, Eddie is coming over today. He's going to do a bit of work and then he's going to spend a few hours satisfying me while you're golfing. Maybe you'd prefer to wait to cum until after you get home."
"Are you going to wear this outfit for him?" he asked.
She shook her head. "This is just for you. This is my in-charge outfit. The boots in particular."
"They're very sexy."
Hallie smiled. "I know. They kind of make me want to crush your cock, though. I wouldn't have thought that wearing a pair of boots would make me feel so dominant and controlling, but it absolutely does."
She released her grip on his hair and lowered her panties. Her pussy was freshly shaved - no doubt at Eddie's request - and her arousal was easy to spot. Hallie pulled him close once more and instructed Alan to lick. His tongue parted his lips and he lashed her clit with it, offering pleasure as she played with her tits and moaned.
"I can't wait to feel Eddie's fat cock in my cunt," she said. "I can't wait until he bends me over and uses me for his pleasure. I can't wait to get fucked by a real man, Alan. I can't wait to get fucked while you're out playing golf with your rich friends. Do you think any of their wives give their cunts to other men while they're out?"
He shook his head.
"No, because they're not cuckolds, are they?"
Alan lapped at her pussy and his dick throbbed. He was tempted to take her offer to cum on her boots, but he found far more pleasure in post-Eddie play, so he refrained.
"What would they think if they knew that your wife was such a whore for a man like Eddie?" she asked. "What would they think of you, Alan, if they knew that I let Eddie have all my holes whenever he wanted them?"
"They'd laugh at me," he answered.
She smiled. "Yes, they would. They'd mock you behind your back, too, and they'd probably be right to do so. After all, what kind of man wants his wife to fuck other people? What kind of man wants his wife to get fucked in the ass by a fucking handyman?"
Hallie had his head in both her hands and she was grinding her pussy over his face, making it impossible for Alan to offer an answer. It was a rhetorical question anyway, because Alan was the kind of man that wanted his wife to get fucked by a handyman. He wanted Hallie to get fucked by whoever satisfied her, and in her case that happened to be a man that was far less successful than her husband.
Alan thought he might be allowed to make Hallie cum, but she was just using his mouth to tease herself. She stepped away before cumming and pulled her panties back up. She looked down at her boots and frowned.
"Some of your precum leaked through your underwear onto my boots. Lick it up right now."
Alan bent over and licked his fluid from her boot. Doing so was a uniquely submissive experience and it filled him with such arousal that he very nearly asked Hallie if he could cum. Alan stayed strong, though, and chose to delay his pleasure until after his wife and her bull had spent the afternoon together.
"Would you like to worship my asshole while I do my makeup?" she asked.
"Yes, please," he replied.
Hallie smiled and pushed her fingers into his mouth. "Such a dirty cuckold. I like it. Follow me."
Alan crawled behind his wife - not at her suggestion, but because it seemed right - and followed her into the bathroom where he would worship her asshole while she did her makeup to look good for her bull.
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A soft knock on the door drew Alan's attention from an email. "Come in."
The door opened and for a moment Alan didn't recognize his assistant. Gone was the a-line skirt, blouse, and jacket she'd worn to work that day. In its place was a short, pleated skirt and a silk camisole. The heels were much higher and a great deal strappier, made purely with the intent of arousal.
"Uh, Melanie, what can I do for you?" Alan asked.
She clasped her hands in front of her and looked down while remaining on the far side of his spacious office.
"Melanie?"
The young assistant looked up and Alan noted that her nipples were quite obvious through the thin material of her camisole. It seemed that she wasn't wearing a bra, which bordered on being wildly inappropriate. At least the rest of the employees had already left. In fact, Alan had thought that Melanie was gone, too.
"Mr. Reynolds, uh, I was wondering...I'm going out with my boyfriend tonight...and I was wondering if you wanted to watch."
Alan froze. He stared at Melanie for a few seconds as his brain processed what she'd just said. Then, of course, it dawned on him that there was no way Melanie was making that offer of her own volition.
"Melanie, I'm so sorry. Did my wife talk to you?"
She nodded.
"That was unkind of her," he said. "And unprofessional. She really shouldn't have done that."
Melanie looked up and Alan tried his best to discern her disposition. His normally acute powers of perception failed him, though, as her face was absent any identifying markers of emotion.
"She was right," Melanie finally said. "About me. About what I was doing."
Alan thought of the conversation he'd had with Hallie just a few weeks ago. He'd been on his knees for most of it, but she'd been quite certain that Melanie was working to steal him away.
"What about your boyfriend?" he asked.
"The sex is good, but he's not the guy you marry. He's the guy you date because he fucks you the way you need to be fucked and you don't have any better options," she admitted.
"Okay, well, I'm sorry that Hallie saw fit to...I don't know, do whatever she did to you, though I suppose you're not the only one she's punishing here."
"What do you mean?" Melanie asked.
"Well, I presume she shared some...information with you. Information about me."
Melanie smiled and came closer. She sat in the chair across from Alan's desk and crossed her legs as he did his best not to look. "You don't have to worry about that. I'm not going to tell anyone. I'm not crazy. I know I'd never get another job if it got out that I spilled secrets about my boss. That would be career suicide."
Alan breathed a sigh of relief as tension he didn't know he'd been feeling rushed out of his body.
"Besides, it's not weird. Not to me, at least. I mean, if anything it makes me want you even more."
He couldn't help the way his eyebrows shot up in surprise, but Alan quickly restrained his reaction and tried to assess if Melanie was merely playing out whatever game Hallie had instituted or if she was being genuine.
"I have a few friends that have married rich older men like you and they say that the sex is the worst part of it," she continued. "They say it's not bad to fuck an older guy, but that it's not particularly good, either. So, you know, the fact that you're into watching your wife get fucked by someone else means that you'd be kind of perfect. I'd get all that money, I'd get to fuck other guys, and I'd get to make you happy while doing it. What could be better?"
Melanie then sat back, uncrossed her legs, and spread them rather boldly. She pulled up her skirt and revealed her pussy. Alan stared between her thighs long enough to see that she was at least a little bit wet, though he wasn't so bold as to assume that the wetness had anything to do with him.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"Tempting you. I think you'd like to watch another man fuck this tight little pussy of mine, Mr. Reynolds, and I'm willing to let you watch. I'm not entirely sure why your wife told me exactly how to seduce you, but I'd be a fool not to try."
"Your demureness when you walked in here...that was fake?"
She nodded. "A man can't resist a demure young woman, can he?"
Despite his arousal, Alan was confused more than anything. He wasn't sure if Melanie was acting of her volition or if she was merely testing him on Hallie's behalf. In the end, it didn't really matter.
"I appreciate your ambition, Melanie, but I'm not interested," he said.
She closed her legs and smiled. "That's a good answer, Mr. Reynolds."
Melanie stood and adjusted her skirt.
"Your wife is a scary woman," she said. "I'd hate to think what she'd do to you if you actually took me up on that offer. Fuck."
Melanie turned to leave and Alan asked, "Wait, that was all an act?"
"Yes. All of it. Your wife called me. She said she knew what I was doing. She said she'd 'fucking end me' if I kept trying to take you from her. Then she told me to do all of this, to test you. She said you weren't worth keeping if you failed the test."
"Melanie, I'm sorry," Alan said. "I really am. You shouldn't have had to do any of that."
She smiled. "Honestly, it was kind of fun, and there was actually a part of me that was hoping you'd accept. I wouldn't mind being a kept woman. I wouldn't mind having you watch as someone else fucks me - I don't actually have a boyfriend, but I could find one - and I wouldn't even mind having sex with you from time to time. I get the feeling that you're actually pretty good in bed. Attentive, at least, and that's more than a lot of men can say."
Alan was a little embarrassed at taking a moment - just a moment - to consider being cuckolded by Melanie. The thought floated away as soon as it entered his mind and he shifted to wondering how he could possibly keep working with Melanie after what had just unfolded in his office.
"So, Melanie," he said as she strode towards the door, "where do we go from here?"
"Your wife said I could keep working for you as long as I stopped trying to seduce you, so I figure that's what I'll do. I mean, I know it's weird that you've seen my pussy, but lots of assistants have seen - and either sucked or been fucked by - their boss's cocks and it's not a big deal, so I figure this shouldn't be too big of a deal, either."
Alan didn't get a chance to respond as she walked out. He sat silently at his desk for a few seconds and then got up to try and talk to her. Melanie was gone by the time he reached his office door, though. He was the only one left at work.
Alan called his wife.
"Hey, baby," she said.
Hallie wasn't alone. She was quite clearly having sex based on the sound of flesh slapping against flesh.
"Are you getting fucked?" he asked.
"I am. I'm on my hands and knees in the backyard, actually. I was tanning in my new bikini when Eddie came over to fix the sprinklers. He told me I had no business wearing anything when he was over, so I stripped and tanned in the nude while he did his work. When he was done, he came over to my chair, took out his dick and balls, and had me suck up all the sweat before he started fucking my mouth."
Alan closed his eyes and pictured his wife on her hands and knees in their backyard. There was plenty of privacy so the neighbors wouldn't see, but the fact that she was gleefully getting fucked outdoors turned him on.
"Did young Melanie do as I desired?" Hallie asked.
"She did."
Hallie unleashed a long, low moan. "And did you agree to watch her get fucked, Alan? Did you agree to let that little trollop cuckold you?"
"No. I turned her down."
"What a good boy you are, Alan."
He was surprised by the surge of desire between his legs.
"I was right about her, Alan. She's an ambitious little slut. I thought about having you fire her, but that doesn't seem fair. After all, it's not her fault that so many men are so fucking weak. Of course she tried to seduce you. You're mine, though, and you know that. You're smart enough not to surrender to your desire to watch her tight young body get violated by a fat cock."
The sounds of sex - of his wife getting fucked - meant Alan was turned on. It felt unwise, though, as his arousal was subtly being linked to thoughts of Melanie getting fucked.
"Take your cock out," she instructed.
Alan moved behind his desk, sat, and unzipped his pants. Hallie turned the call into a FaceTime and suddenly he was staring at her as she took dick from behind. He saw her face and her swinging, perky breasts. He saw Eddie behind her, too. His chest glistened with sweat as he fucked Hallie with same the vigor he always used.
"Jerk off for me," she said. "Sit in your chair and masturbate while another man fucks your wife's tight little cunt."
Alan masturbated at his wife's instruction. He watched her face. He watched her breasts. He watched Eddie take his pleasure as he fucked Hallie with remarkable vigor.
"Fuck, Eddie...fuck that tight little pussy. Fuck it hard. Stretch it out."
Eddie leaned forward and slipped his thumb into her mouth. Hallie closed her eyes and sucked on the finger like her bull had just fed her his cock.
The finger left her mouth and Alan was certain it entered Hallie's ass soon after. The position of her phone didn't let him see exactly what was unfolding, but the look on her face made it obvious she was getting anally fingered.
"You like that?" Eddie asked. "You like my thumb up your ass as I fuck your married cunt?"
"Yes!" she answered before unleashing a long moan. "My holes are yours, Eddie. They're yours, not Alan's. They belong to you. You can do whatever you want with them. You can use them however you desire to satisfy yourself while my fucking cuck of a husband watches."
Alan's office door opened and he dropped his phone while scooting his chair forward to hide his erection under his desk. Melanie stepped inside and smiled.
"Melanie, you need to leave," he said.
The sounds of sex emanated from his phone, which was still on speaker.
"She can stay, Alan," Hallie said. "In fact, she should come around and watch with you."
Melanie wasted no time in making her way towards Alan, doing so with a smile on her face. His legs remained tucked under the desk and his phone stayed where it had fallen on the floor, at least until Melanie picked it up.
"Hey, Melanie. Good to see you again," Hallie said between moans.
Alan refused to move. He didn't like the situation he'd found himself in. His wife had clearly engineered it and now he was caught up in her web.
"Alan, should I beg Eddie to cum in my cunt?" Hallie asked.
Alan wanted to refuse to answer. He also wanted to watch as Eddie came inside his wife. Ultimately, sexual desire won out. "Yes. You should beg for it. You should beg for him to cum in your cunt."
Melanie moaned softly as she stood next to Alan with the phone in her hand. "Fuck, this is weirdly hot."
"Melanie, do you want to keep your job?" Hallie asked as Eddie fucked her harder.
"Yes, ma'am."
"Well, you can start by never calling me ma'am again."
"Sorry."
Hallie smiled and then her eyes rolled back in her head as she arched her back a little and seemed to push back against Eddie's thrusts. "Fuck...I'm such a fucking slut for him, Alan. He's got his cock in my pussy and his finger up my ass and I'm so fucking turned on."
"Damn, you like anal play?" Melanie asked.
"With Eddie I do," Hallie answered. "I'd never let Alan have my ass, but Eddie's a real man, and a real man gets what he wants, and sometimes he wants my ass."
Alan felt Melanie's breath on his neck. "How does that make you feel, Mr. Reynolds? Do you like it that your wife lets that dude fuck her up the ass if he wants it?"
Alan offered no response.
"There's no need to call him Mr. Reynolds when he's got his cock out and he's watching me get fucked," Hallie said. "You can just call him cuck or cuckold."
"Is that right, cuck?" Melanie asked.
Alan hesitated but then he shook his head. There was no point in fighting it. None whatsoever.
"Melanie, if you'd like to keep your job I'll need you to give my husband a handjob while he watches Eddie cum inside me," Hallie said.
Melanie immediately pulled Alan's chair back. She handed him the phone and then got on her knees next to him. Her fingers were wrapped around his stiff dick an instant later and Alan noted that she kept her eyes on the phone screen.
"Eddie, baby, where do you want to put your load?" Hallie asked.
"Up your ass," he said.
She closed her eyes and had an orgasm. Alan was stunned. He was still relatively new to watching his wife get fucked, which meant he was new to exactly what made her cum when she was with Eddie.
"Holy shit," Melanie said. "That dude must make her feel incredible things if she can cum at the mere suggestion of taking his load up her ass, of giving him exactly what he wants."
As she climaxed, Eddie stuffed his cock in her ass. Alan couldn't see the entry, but he knew it was happening. He saw the look on Eddie's face. He saw the wince of pain mixed in with Hallie's orgasm.
Then the thrusting started. Hallie was still cumming as Eddie began to take her ass. He fucked it hard and fast, too, and his thumb must have loosened her up because she didn't seem to find it all that painful.
"Here it comes," Eddie announced.
"Eddie...fuck...cum in my ass!"
Melanie tightened her grip on Alan's cock and he managed to hold off on cumming until Eddie had buried his dick up Hallie's ass. He grunted and groaned in a deep, animalistic fashion as he unleashed in her rectum, which seemed to be his favorite place to leave his load.
Alan's body spasmed as his assistant jerked him off, stroking him all the way through his orgasm, which resulted in a mess of cum all over her fingers, his pants, his shirt, and the floor beneath his chair.
Hallie smiled as Eddie fell forward and kissed the back of her neck.
"Make sure he eats as much of his load as possible, Melanie," Hallie said. "Then, as long as you show that you know how to do as you're told, you get to keep your job and I'll work on finding you the kind of man you seem interested in. Okay?"
"Yes, of course," Melanie replied. "I can do as I'm told...for a little while, at least."
Hallie smiled like she'd just met a kindred soul. The call ended and Alan suddenly felt massively uncomfortable.
Melanie didn't seem to feel even a hint of that discomfort as she shoved her fingers into his mouth. Alan sucked them clean - what other choice did he have? - and Melanie then scooped cum from his shirt and pants and even the floor. She fed all of it to him and then headed for the door.
"This was fun, Mr. Reynolds," she said. "And based on what your wife said, I have a feeling it's going to happen again. Maybe a whole lot of times. I have to say, though, that I'm looking forward to it. Maybe next time she'll even let you eat my pussy. Wouldn't that be fun?"
Melanie didn't wait for an answer. She walked out, leaving Alan alone with his embarrassment and the strong taste of cum on his tongue.
The orgasm had been awfully good, though, and Alan couldn't help but feel just a bit excited about where Hallie's sudden escalation of their sex life was going to lead them.
