Becca Bellamy
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Notes from Her Bull - Part 4
🕑 Added 2024-06-27 04:46:37 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
Your wife was so needy when she came over last night, cuck. She was all over me the second she stepped into the house.
She looked good, by the way. Did you help her pick out that dress? Did you help her pick out the boots? Because she looked fucking hot. I mean, I'm down to fuck your wife no matter what she looks like when she shows up at my house, but yesterday was something special.
Tell me, cuck, was the lack of panties your idea? It was a nice surprise to get my fingers under her dress to find nothing between me and your wife's cunt. It was a wet cunt last night, by the way. Wet when she walked through the door. Wet because I'll bet she was thinking about my dick.
How does that make you feel, cuck? Does your little dick get hard at the idea of your wife getting wet as she drove to my place? Does your little dick get all excited that she dressed up for me, that she made herself look spectacularly slutty because she wanted me to pound the hell out of her pussy once she got here?
I didn't pound her right away, cuck. She was so desperate that I couldn't help but take advantage. First, I fingered that slick cunt of hers while playing with her tits. I played hard, too, though your wife likes it when I get a little rough with her tits. She once told me that she likes it when I send her home with red marks on her tits. She likes it when you see them and you know immediately that I've had my way with them.
She was sopping wet by the time I was done with that, cuck. Fucking soaked like you wouldn't believe. That's when I made her go down on me.
I told that beautiful wife of yours to get on her knees. She did so like a good girl and then she pawed at my cock. She kissed it through my jeans. She tried to suck it through them, too.
I backed away. I made her crawl towards me. Your beautiful, classy wife was on her hands and knees and crawling through my living room so she could get at my cock. She was so fucking desperate for it that she was willing to do that for me, cuck. By the way, she looks good when she's desperate for a real man's dick.
That's why I love fucking your wife, cuck. You're so inadequate that she's always desperate when she gets to my house. That's doubly true now that she's had me so many times. Every time you get a little sample of her pussy it just reminds her that you're not nearly the man that I am, that you can't come anywhere near fucking her like I do.
I sat on the couch and made her crawl between my legs. Would you believe that she smiled the whole time, cuck? She shook her ass, too. She was into it. She was into doing whatever it took to thrill me, and there's nothing quite like a beautiful, half naked married woman crawling towards me to turn me on.
I made her suck my dick slow. She likes to swallow it. To slobber on it. To stroke me fiercely. She likes to drive me crazy with desire so I'll fuck her as soon as possible, but yesterday I made her suck it slow. I wanted her to worship it, to draw it out, to show me that she was willing to do damn near anything so I'd give her the fucking she needed.
You know what's amazing? To watch another man's wife suck your balls while she's looking up at you with 'fuck me' eyes, cuck. That's amazing. You've never had that experience, have you? Your cock has never made a woman cum so hard that she'd gladly get on her hands and knees, suck your balls, and stare into your eyes while trying her best to silently beg you to pound her. No, of course that's never happened to you.
I was generous last night, cuck. I let her ride me. I let her ride me to as many orgasms as she could handle. You would have enjoyed watching. You would have gotten off on the look on her face, on the desperate-sounding moans she unleashed. You would have gotten off on the orgasms she had.
I think I would have put you on your knees behind her. Between my legs, perhaps. Nice and close. That way you could see her cunt stretching around my cock. You could see her juices dripping down onto my balls as she had her third and fourth orgasms on my dick. You could have seen my balls pulsing as I pumped my load inside her, too.
If you were there I would have made you clean my cum out of her without hesitation, cuck. I would have made her slap you across the face if you'd hesitated for even a second. A cuck doesn't hesitate. A cuck cleans a superior man's cum out of his wife's pussy and he does so gratefully because he's so fucking thankful that his wife finally has a real man to satisfy her.
I'll bet you cleaned her when she got home, though. I told her to sit on your face, to feed you what was left of my load. I told her to ride your face, too, to spread my cum and her juices all over it, to make it feel like I'd nutted on your fucking cuck face.
I'll bet you enjoyed that, didn't you?
Would you enjoy it if I gave you a facial after fucking your wife, cuck? Would you enjoy watching her cum all over my dick before I pull out and jerk off over your face? I'll bet you'd enjoy that, just like I'll bet you'd enjoy beating that little meat of yours while my cum was dripping off your face.
Who knows, cuck? Maybe I'll be feeling generous one day. Maybe I'll call you in from doing chores while I fuck your wife and treat you to a facial. Maybe, though, I'll make you beg for it before I do it. That's what a cuck deserves, right? To beg for the pleasure of receiving a superior man's load on his face?
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I don't usually just show up at the house of the married woman I'm fucking. That's risky, after all. Who knows who might be over?
I showed up yesterday, though. I showed up while you were having dinner. The surprised look on your face when you answered the door was priceless, cuck.
You invited me in, though. You told your wife I was there. She came running to me. She leapt into my arms. She kissed me with such fierceness that I could taste the dinner you'd made.
I remember the look on your face when she invited me to eat with you. When she told me to sit at your place at the table, when she told me that I could finish your plate of food.
Do you remember what it felt like to give up your place at the dinner table? Do you remember what it felt like when I told you to get me a beer? Your face was red. I'm pretty sure you were humiliated, cuck.
Your wife was generous though, wasn't she? She asked if you'd be able to watch as I did whatever I pleased with her. She knew it wasn't her call to make, that I was the one that would decide if you got to watch - in your own home - but she was kind enough to ask on your behalf.
I told her I'd think about it. I remember her smile when I said that. She liked that I was so comfortable taking control in your house, that I was more than willing to put my needs far ahead of yours. As you know, she always gets turned on when I put you in your place. She can't help but enjoy when her husband is made to feel like a little less of a man.
I was generous though, wasn't I cuck? I let you watch your wife suck my dick. I let you get on your knees next to her as I sat on your couch while she blew me. I was even generous enough to tell her to kiss you.
Did you enjoy it when she leaned over and kissed you after my cock had been in her mouth, cuck? Did you enjoy the taste of my dick on her lips? Did you enjoy the taste of it on her tongue? Did you enjoy how deeply she pushed her tongue into your mouth after it had been all over my fat cock?
How about when she kissed you after sucking my balls? Did you enjoy the taste of them, cuck? Did you enjoy the taste of my big balls after watching your wife suck them like a good little slut?
I certainly enjoyed watching you kiss her, and I'm damn sure that your wife enjoyed sharing the taste of me - of my cock and balls - with her cuck husband. And you were hard, weren't you? I saw that little bulge in your pants. I saw that your dick was stiff from watching your wife pleasure me.
I was at least a little bit generous once I took your wife to your bedroom, wasn't I? I wouldn't let you watch - a cuck doesn't always deserve to watch - but I let you listen. I let you sit outside the door as I fucked your wife in your bed. I even let you play with your little dick - as long as you promised not to cum - while you listened to me pounding her pussy to multiple orgasms.
Did you like it when she begged me to cum inside her, cuck? Did that turn you on?
You know, she wasn't doing that for your benefit. She loves it when I cum inside her. She loves that it feels like I'm claiming her pussy, like I'm making it mine by marking it with my seed. She loved that I'd banished you from your own bedroom and seeded her pussy while you were sitting against the door and stroking your pathetic little dick.
You remember how she screamed in pleasure when I came inside her, right? You remember how she had an orgasm right along with me, right? She came harder because I was painting her insides with my cum, cuck. Much harder. That's because she's become a true hotwife, a cuckoldress, even. She gets off on everything you've always wanted her to get off on.
I made her that way, cuck. I transformed her into the wife you wanted her to be.
I hope that you're grateful for that. I hope that you're willing to start showing your gratitude in more significant ways, because if you don't I might have to move on to fucking someone else's beautiful wife.
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Your last email was so cute, cuck.
The begging. The pleading. The promises that you'll do just about anything to show your gratitude.
You really like being a cuck, don't you? That's good, because Ella really enjoys being a hotwife. I think we both know that's true.
If she didn't, she wouldn't orgasm when you clean my cum from her pussy. She wouldn't beg me to cum inside her. She wouldn't have a huge orgasm when I blow my load in her pussy. She wouldn't crawl on her hands and knees for the pleasure of sucking my dick. She wouldn't come to my house whenever I text her and tell her that I'm in the mood to get my dick sucked and cum down her throat.
She's a good hotwife. She's getting better as a cuckoldress. I made her that way.
You're going to become a good cuckold. An even better cuckold, really, because you're already quite good.
I have a task for you, cuck. You're going to buy a chastity device. It's going to be pink. That's the color a cuck deserves. You're going to order the rush delivery and you're going to message me as soon as it arrives.
I'll come to your house that night. When I get there, you'll be locked in your cage. You'll get naked to show it to me. Then you'll get on your knees and offer me the key. You'll give me control over your pathetic cock and your orgasms. That's when I'll begin turning you into the best cuck you can be.
Oh, and in case you're wondering, being a good cuck means being willing to endure a wealth of humiliation for my pleasure. I don't think you'll mind that though, will you, cuck?
You like eating my cum out of your wife. You like that she prefers to fuck me instead of you. You like that I make you do chores at my house while I'm fucking her. You like that I'll sometimes text you and tell you to come over because my truck needs to be washed.
You even like that I'm going to have control over your cock. You like the humiliation. You crave it. You get off on it. You're a fucking cuck, after all.
You know else is true? I get off on humiliating you. It turns me on and it's going to make me want to fuck your wife even more.
When you're a good cuck, your wife gets fucked more, which means you get more of what you want, even if you'll have to endure humiliation to get it.
You're not going to enjoy everything I have in store for you, cuck, but in the end I think you'll find that starting down this road by giving me control of that worthless cock of yours is the best decision for you and your beautiful wife.
Now hurry up and order that chastity device. It's time to get that little dick locked up in a cute pink cage so we can start having real fun.
