Becca Bellamy
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Learn to Serve - Part 4
🕑 Added 2024-03-20 05:00:05 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
"Wow, this place is beautiful," your wife said as you pulled up to the Airbnb you'd rented for the weekend. "You did a good job, cuck."
"You really did," her bull added.
You were driving. They were in the backseat. They'd fucked once on the two hour drive to the coast. It had started with a blowjob but your wife had gotten so turned on that she needed her bull's cock inside her. They'd been kind enough to move to the middle of the backseat so you could look in the rearview mirror and see at least part of your wife's body as she bounced up and down on her bull's cock.
That was an hour ago. They'd spent the rest of the drive talking very much like a couple would. They let you chime in from time to time, but it wasn't your job to be her husband on this particular weekend. It was your job to serve. That's increasingly become your job in your marriage.
It began when she cuckolded you with a far superior man and found that he was better than you at just about everything. Your wife quickly made it clear that you'd need to learn to serve if you wanted to remain in her life. You wanted that very much, so you learned to serve her desires. Luckily, you happen to find a great deal of pleasure in doing so.
You were the one to suggest they go on a trip. You suggested that you be allowed to come along to serve them to ensure that they thoroughly enjoy their trip to the coast. You booked the Airbnb. You packed for your wife. You loaded her bags into the car and drove to his house to pick him up. You loaded his bags, too. He didn't even bring them out of the house. That was your responsibility as he climbed into the backseat to make out with your wife while you dragged his suitcase to the car.
You let them into the Airbnb and then returned to the car to retrieve their things. You pulled their suitcases inside and took them to the master bedroom on the second floor that featured an incredible ocean view along with a private deck from which they could enjoy that view.
You brought in your suitcase and put it in the much smaller bedroom on the first floor. It had a lovely view of the beach but there was no deck. You set your suitcase on the bed and then headed back to the car to bring the wine and pantry supplies you'd packed.
When the car was empty you found your wife and her bull standing on the house's main deck that was accessed from the living room. She was in front of the railing and he was behind her with his arms tightly around her waist. As you opened the sliding glass door your wife turned her head, but not to look at you. Instead, she shared a beautiful, deep kiss with her bull as he pushed a hand down the front of her denim shorts, eliciting a moan into his mouth as he no doubt found her pussy.
"Can I help you, cuck?" your wife asked after the kiss.
"I was going to run to the grocery store to pick up some food and essentials. I just wanted to see if there was anything special either of you wanted," you said.
She smiled. "How considerate of you. I trust you to buy everything we need, though."
"Me too," her bull replied.
You nodded, headed back inside, and got back in the car. You drove to the local grocery store, grabbed a cart, and loaded up on everything you'd need to make sure your wife and her bull were as happy as could be for their weekend. You'd be tasked with preparing most of their meals - they were going to go to a restaurant at least once - and you made sure to buy the finest ingredients to prepare them truly delicious culinary delights. You bought ingredients to whip up a few cocktails, some candles to add a little romance to a meals you'd serve on the deck, and an extra bottle of sunscreen to ensure no one got burned over the long weekend.
You returned home with a trunk full of grocery bags. You stepped inside the house carrying two of those bags and expected to see your wife and her bull on the deck or cuddled up in the living room. The house seemed empty, at least until you heard a moan. Your wife's moan. It was coming from the bedroom.
Despite your desire to go and watch, you finished emptying the car and put all the groceries away. You tossed the bags into the recycling bin and then hurried towards the sounds of sex.
You were delighted to find the bedroom door wide open. It was an invitation to step inside and you took it. Your wife was naked and on her back. Her bull was naked and between her legs with his cock inside her. They were kissing and he had a hand on one of her tits. Her hands were on his ass, though they moved all over his back as you watched him fuck her.
You watched her cum on his cock. You listened to her fill the bedroom with screams of pleasure as he fucked your wife all the way through her climax. He slowed his thrusts as she came down from her orgasm and eventually he pulled out and rolled onto his back next to her.
"You're back," your wife said with a smile as she looked at you and then glanced at the erection making a tent in your pants. "Get naked, cuck."
You stripped at her command.
"Now crawl into bed and suck his dick until I'm ready to have him inside me again."
You strode towards the foot of the bed and crawled between his legs. You wrapped your fingers around the base of his shaft and took his thick, slippery cock in your mouth. You tasted your wife's pussy as the smell of sex filled your nose.
She rolled onto her side and cuddled next to him. They shared a long kiss as you sucked dick like a good cuck.
"It's nice having a fluffer around, isn't it?" she asked.
"It really is," he answered.
She kissed his neck and smiled. "You made me cum so hard, baby. You fucked me so good that my clit is too sensitive. Luckily my cocksucking faggot of a husband is more than happy to come and blow you until I'm ready to have you inside me again."
She reached down, put a hand on the back of your head, and pushed. His cock hit the back of your throat and you gagged. She laughed at your discomfort.
"Choke on it, faggot," she said.
Your dick throbbed. It turns her on to degrade you like that. It turns you on too, so you're thrilled that it's part of your service to her and her bull.
"Fuck his throat, baby."
He grabbed your head and held it in place while fucking his cock up into your mouth. Each time he'd hit the back of your throat and each time you'd gag. The more you gagged, the faster he fucked your throat. He was clearly getting off on your suffering. That was okay. though. It was your purpose to serve, so you offered your mouth for a good throat fucking and you suffered.
"Fuck, I need you inside me," your wife said.
She pushed your head away from his crotch and straddled him. She took his long, thick dick into her slick pussy and sat down on him. She moaned loudly and then looked over her shoulder at you.
"I want you to suck on his balls, faggot," she instructed. "Bathe those big balls of his with your tongue. Show me what a good little cuckold bitch you are. Show me that you know your place."
You dropped down to your stomach. You wormed your way closer. You took his balls in your mouth. You sucked as your wife rode his fat cock. You felt her ass drop down on your head as she bounced on him. You listened to the sound of her wet pussy stretching out around her bull's thick shaft. You listened to their moans as they experienced intense pleasure while you experienced humiliation and denial.
Eventually they came together. You felt his balls jumping in their sack as you sucked so lustily. You knew he was pumping his load into your wife's warm, wet, welcoming pussy.
"Clean him," she instructed after climbing off of her bull.
You took him in your mouth. You sucked him clean like good cuck should. You sucked his balls. You sucked on his pubic hair, too, getting little bits of cum and pussy juice off of it.
"Clean her," he instructed.
You crawled between your wife's legs. You plunged your tongue inside her. You cleaned her pussy of his cum.
"Are you happy about this weekend, cuck?" she asked. "Are you happy that you get to be a little bitch all weekend? That you get to serve your wife and her bull all weekend? That you get to show us what a subservient little cuck you are?"
"Yes," you answered. "Thank you for letting me come with you."
"You're welcome. Though you better serve us well because I will absolutely banish you to some shitty motel to wait until we're finished if you act selfishly this weekend. If you forget that your place it serve your superiors you won't get to enjoy cleaning my pussy, or sucking his cock, or getting fucked in your tight little ass while I stroke your dick and let you cum."
"I won't be selfish," you said. "I promise."
You cleaned her pussy completely and then your wife sent you away to prepare dinner. You fired up the grill, seasoned the steaks you'd bought at the grocery store, and prepared a vegetable medley that you'd stir fry to go along with the steak.
You set the table on the deck for two. You lit a candle. You cooked the food. You opened a bottle of wine and decanted it. You poured two glasses and set them on the table alongside the bottle.
You called your wife and her bull. She came downstairs in a sweater and a pair of shorts. She looked radiantly beautiful, as she always does after she's been fucked to a glorious orgasm by her bull. You served them dinner. They thanked you. They ate together while you ate inside. You watched them. You felt jealous. You felt aroused. You felt like a cuck.
You cleared their plates and poured them another glass of wine. They invited you to have a glass of wine and watch the sunset. They cuddled up while you sat alone. You watched the sunset, but you also watched your wife and her bull. You watched them kiss. You watched them caress each other. You watched him slip a hand under her sweater to play with her tits while their tongues entwined. You watched her play with his cock through his jeans until there was a mighty bulge running down one of his legs.
"Come and suck his dick, cuck," she said as the last bit of the sun disappeared over the horizon.
You finished your wine, got up, and walked in front of them. You dropped to your knees in front of your wife's bull, unzipped his pants, and freed his cock. You took him in your mouth. You gave a blowjob as she put a hand on the back of your head and kissed him.
There was a time when you could say exactly how many blowjobs you'd given. That time has passed. You've lost count of how often his dick has been in your mouth. It happens every time they see each other. Sometimes it happens more than once. Sometimes you suck him off. Sometimes you simply fluff him. Sometimes you clean him after he's been inside her. You've been made into a cocksucker, though. A cocksucking faggot, as your wife so often says.
"I'm so wet," she said.
"Watching your cuck act like a faggot turns you on, doesn't it?" he asked.
She kissed him and pushed hard on the back of your head. You swallowed as much of his cock as you could before gagging. She moaned as you choked on the cock of the man that had completely replaced you in the bedroom.
"Finish him with your mouth, cuck," she instructed.
You kept sucking until he flooded your mouth with cum. His moans were carried away on the ocean breeze, but the salty, bitter taste of his load danced on your tongue long after he'd finished.
"That's your dessert, faggot," she said. "Now swallow."
You swallowed, smiled, and replied, "Thank you."
"Now go make us dessert."
You made dessert for your wife and her bull. You didn't have any. You'd already enjoyed your dessert.
They fucked once more before going to sleep and you were there to fluff and clean as always. They cuddled up in bed and you went to your room. You slept like a baby that night and woke to the sound of them having sex the next morning.
You got up and set about preparing breakfast. The smell of coffee, eggs, and bacon no doubt lured them to the kitchen and you served them both a plate that they took out onto the deck. They invited you to join them and you all had a lovely meal together.
After breakfast your wife and her bull put on their swimsuits and hit the beach. You stayed at the room to strip the sheets off their bed and wash them so they were fresh for their amorous activities that evening. You cleaned up the breakfast dishes and tidied the rest of the Airbnb before pouring yourself a cup of coffee and stepping out onto the deck.
You watched your wife and her bull frolic in the ocean and make out on a towel in the sand. You watched them flirt and play like a real couple. You felt vindicated in having suggested that you all go on a trip, as they were clearly having a great time and connecting in the manner you wanted.
You went back inside to move the sheets into the dryer and when you returned your wife and her bull were talking with a man on the beach. He was younger - maybe five years your junior - and his body was fit and lean. He looked like a surfer, though he didn't have a surfboard with him.
Eventually, your wife, her bull, and the younger man came towards the house. The ascended the stairs and you greeted them all with a smile. You couldn't help but notice that the young man took a moment to look you over in a manner that displayed a certain sense of desire.
"Cuck, this is Rick," your wife said.
He extended his hand and you shook it.
"Your wife says she'd find it very arousing to watch you suck my dick," Rick said before flashing a bright smile.
You looked at your wife and she nodded to confirm that she had, in fact, uttered those words to the young man standing in front of you. You looked back at Rick and replied, "If she said it, then it's true."
Part of you was horrified at the idea that your wife had effectively pimped you out to Rick. Part of you was excited because it likely meant that you'd get to have an orgasm as she'd taken to limiting your orgasms almost exclusively to when you had a cock or a dildo in your ass. The more she did it, the more it seemed to turn her on, too.
"Let's all go inside," your wife said.
She took her bull's hand and led him inside. You followed and Rick came in after you.
"Why don't you make Rick a drink, cuck," she instructed.
You made Rick, your wife, and her bull drinks. You delivered them to the living room. Your wife was on the love seat with her bull and Rick was alone on the bigger couch. He took the drink, raised the glass, and took a sip as you set the tray on the ground and turned towards your wife.
"Why don't you show our guest what a good cocksucker you've become since I started putting that whore mouth of yours to use," she said.
You turned to Rick, took a deep breath, and dropped to your knees. You reached up and tugged on the strings of his board shorts, removing them with ease and exposing a long flaccid cock with a sizable mushroom head.
He took a sip of his drink as you moved between his legs, leaned forward, and took him in your mouth. You'd sucked her bull's cock a great deal, but this felt different. This felt more humiliating. You weren't sucking dick to get him ready to fuck your wife. You were sucking a stranger's dick because your wife got off on humiliating you.
You felt that humiliation. You felt a hint of pleasure, too. After all, you liked being humiliated. You liked that your wife had turned you into a sex object, that she thought of you as a servant and that she'd chosen to let someone else use you in that way.
"How's my faggot husband doing?" she asked.
"It feels fucking great," Rick replied.
His dick was hard in your mouth. Rock hard. You were doing an exceptionally good job. She'd made you into a good cocksucker, after all. Or, perhaps, you'd made yourself into a good cocksucker because you so desperately wanted to please your wife.
As you sucked cock, you could hear the sound of your wife's pussy being fingered. You weren't sure if she was masturbating or if her bull was doing the job of pleasuring her, but the sound of it was exquisite and it sent pleasure surging through your body. You were being a good cocksucker and that made your wife very happy.
Soon her moans joined the sound of fingering. You were certain you heard the sound of a handjob, too, of your wife stroking her bull's cock, perhaps while he fingered her. They were watching you suck dick and they were both getting all worked up.
You gave head until Rick finished his drink. Then he put a hand on your head and pushed back until his cock popped free from your eager lips. He looked down at you and stroked himself and you lowered your head to take his balls in your mouth.
"Strip, cuck," your wife demanded.
You stood and stripped as a sense of unease gripped you. It seemed obvious that your day was about to take a far different turn than you'd expected.
"Use this," your wife said.
She was holding a condom. You weren't sure where she'd gotten it but its presence in her hand made you fairly certain she'd planned on you getting fucked by a stranger on this vacation, as she and her bull didn't ever use condoms.
You took the condom and handed it to Rick. He laughed. "Put it on my dick, faggot."
You got on your knees, tore open the condom wrapper, and rolled it down his shaft. You heard your wife moan as the pussy fingering got louder and more vigorous.
"On your hands and knees facing us," she said.
You turned and crawled towards your wife. You waited on your hands and knees as she watched Rick move into place behind you. You felt his hand on your ass. You heard him spit. You felt the wetness move over your asshole.
"What do you want, cuck?" your wife asked.
"I want him to fuck me while you watch," you replied.
"And why is that?"
"Because it's what you want. It's what would make you happy," you answered. "And I just want to make you happy. I just want to serve you."
You winced as Rick's cock slid into your asshole. He put a hand on your lower back and you arched it to make his entry easier. You held your wife's gaze as another man took your ass for his pleasure. You watched her lips part and you heard a moan escape as she stroked her bull's cock while her cunt took a deep, vigorous fingering.
"You're such a good cuck," she said softly. "So eager to please. So willing to offer up your holes to make your wife happy. That's the best kind of cuck there is. A good little servant. A naughty little fuck toy. A dirty little whore for his wife and her bull."
She was right. You were a whore. You are a whore. A whore for her. You're whatever she wants you to be, in fact. That's what a servant is. That's what a servant does. He offers himself. He sacrifices himself for the pleasure of his superiors.
Rick grabbed your hips and fucked you hard. He didn't give you much chance to get used to his size inside you because he didn't care. You were a hole. You were on your hands and knees to make him cum and to arouse your wife.
You did that part spectacularly well. She looked immensely aroused and her pussy was soaked. Your ass hurt from the vigorous pounding, but the look of pleasure on her face was all that mattered. That got you through the anal fucking you took. That made every thrust and every bit of discomfort worth it. That made it feel good in its own way.
"I'm close," Rick announced after a good, long fucking.
Your wife's legs spread a little wider and you stared between them. She was soaked. She'd actually made the couch wet with her juices. She was close, too.
Rick buried his cock in your ass and you saw your wife's gaze shift to his face. She came while watching him cum with his dick inside you. She came while watching another man use you like a faggot fuck toy.
"Such a good little whore," she said before unleashing a torrent of wild moans.
Her orgasm was pure bliss for you. You watched every second of it and you smiled while Rick smacked your ass and slowly pulled out after unleashing his load in the condom.
"Drink his load," she said.
You pulled the condom from his cock and upended it into your mouth. You swallowed and then sucked his dick clean.
"Now suck off my bull," she demanded.
You crawled towards her bull. You took his dick in your mouth. You sucked voraciously until he came for you.
"You're such a good faggot. Such a good fuck toy. Such a good servant for your wife. I think I'll keep you around forever, cuck," she said.
You couldn't help but feel lucky.
The End.
