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The Dominant Bull - Part 5
🕑 Added 2022-04-22 06:24:16 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
Autumn stepped into the living room with her phone in her hand, smiled as Emmett looked up, and said, “He wants you to dress me.”
“Dress you?” Emmett asked.
Autumn looked down at her phone and smiled again. “Yes. He says a cuckold should participate in preparing his wife for her bull, so he wants you to dress me tonight, and that you should take care to make sure that I look good for him.” She paused for a few seconds as Emmett remained on the couch and then added, “So, are you going to do what my bull wants?”
“Yes,” Emmett answered. There was never any question he was going to do what Warrick wanted. The moment Autumn mentioned dressing her Emmett’s cock had come alive. He hadn’t jumped to his feet right away because he was still a little wary of seeming too excited about doing what another man wanted.
Autumn smiled brightly – she seemed truly overjoyed – and held out her hand. Emmett stood and took it and she led him to the bedroom. She’d already chosen an outfit – a short skirt, a semi-sheer blouse that Emmett had never seen before, a black lace bra and panty set, and a pair of stockings – and she stepped to the side so Emmett could study the clothes he’d be dressing his wife in.
“First you need to undress me,” she said.
Emmett turned to his beautiful wife and pulled her t-shirt over her head. They locked eyes as he tossed it on the floor and he leaned in to kiss her, but Autumn leaned back, depriving him of the pleasure of her lips.
“Warrick says you’re only permitted to dress me,” she said. “You’re not allowed any pleasure until he says so. As much as you might want to kiss some part of my body while you’re dressing me, you’re not allowed to. My body is his tonight, and he decides who gets to enjoy me.”
Despite your frustration, Emmett couldn’t help but marvel at Warrick’s ability to control Autumn. She seemed eager to do exactly as her bull desired and she clearly didn’t mind disappointing Emmett in the process. It wasn’t lost on him that Warrick was also controlling Emmett, at least to a certain degree, thanks to his dominance over Autumn.
“Does that excite you?” Autumn asked. “That Warrick won’t even let you kiss me?”
“What? Oh, uh, I don’t, I wouldn’t say so,” Emmett stammered.
Autumn looked down and said, “Are you sure? Because you’ve sprouted a little bit of a bulge there. It seems like you’re a little bit excited.”
Emmett joined his wife in looking at his crotch. He knew he was excited – he just didn’t want to admit it – but he wasn’t aware he was sporting such a bulge. “Oh, well, yeah, I guess I’m a little bit excited.”
Autumn reached up and caressed his face. She stepped closer and her lips neared his. Emmett’s heart rate jumped at the idea of kissing his wife, but she stopped just short and said, “I like that you’re excited. I am too. More excited than I thought I’d be, about all of this. It turns out that I really do have a submissive side and Warrick is an expert at teasing it out. I kind of wish you were allowed to pleasure me, because I’d love to sit on your face right now.”
“I’d love that too,” Emmett admitted.
Autumn smiled. “I know you would. And I love that. But, Warrick wants me a little bit desperate for him by the time we see each other, so I’ll have to restrain my desires.” She stepped back and added, “And we don’t want to be late, so you need to hurry up and dress me.”
“We?” Emmett asked as he stepped behind Autumn and unhooked her bra. He wanted to grasp her breasts and kiss her neck, but Warrick’s rules were clear so he refrained from doing so.
“Yes,” Autumn said. “Warrick has requested that you drive me to his place tonight. He hasn’t said what we’ll be doing, but he was very clear that you were to be in the driver’s seat and I was to be in the backseat. Will you drive me? Will you do what my bull wants?”
“Yes,” Emmett answered without hesitation. He felt a little bit of a thrill doing so, too. He unbuttoned Autumn’s pants and pulled them down along with her panties, leaving her naked in front of him. Emmett wanted nothing more than to go down on his wife – especially knowing that she was turned on and he could have made her cum – but he shelved that desire and turned to the bed to assess which piece of her outfit to put on first. “Can you sit on the edge of the bed while I put your stockings on?”
“Of course,” Autumn said with a smile. She moved to the edge of the bed, slowly spun around, and sat. She spread her legs a little – no doubt purposefully – and Emmett stared at her pussy for a few moments before grabbing one of the stockings, bunching it up with his fingers, and dropping to his knees.
“You have such beautiful legs,” Emmett noted as he slowly, gently pulled the stocking on.
“Thank you,” Autumn replied. She reached out and ran her fingers over the lace top of the now secured stocking and let out a soft moan. “Warrick is going to love these. He said a woman’s legs always look best in stockings and that I can expect to wear them with great frequency from now on.” She extended her foot until her leg was straight out in front of her and smiled. “I think I agree with him. They do look great.”
Emmett reached up to caress her legs but he hesitated. That would be taking pleasure for himself, and he suspected Autumn wouldn’t have let him, for that was against Warrick’s stated desire. Instead, he grabbed the other stocking from the bed and gently pulled it up Autumn’s other leg. “You look incredible,” he said.
Autumn looked at him and smiled. “You’d love nothing more than to go down on me right now, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes,” Emmett admitted.
She spread her legs and inched her pussy to the edge of the bed. Her labia parted and Emmett gazed at the wetness of her pink flesh. “I’m sure Warrick will let you taste my pussy before the night is over. He likes being in control, but he’s generous, too. Who knows? Maybe tonight’s the night he’s going to fuck me, and maybe he’ll let you taste me after he’s finished. Would you enjoy that?”
Emmett looked up at Autumn and nodded as his cock reached a painfully erect state. The desire coursing through his loins bordered on overwhelming the rest of his senses and he couldn’t help but smile at its potency.
“I should finish dressing you,” he said before reaching up and plucking the black lace panties from the bed. He pulled them up Autumn’s legs as she stood up, made sure they looked absolutely perfect, and then stood to help her into the bra.
“How do I look?” Autumn asked as she turned her body from side to side, striking a brief pose in each position.
“You look perfect,” Emmett answered. “Absolutely perfect.”
Autumn glanced at the now-sizable bulge in his pants and said, “I like that this turns you on, Emmett. I really do. Seeing your arousal actually turns me on, too.”
“Really?” he asked.
Autumn nodded and reached out as if she was going to grab his cock before pulling back. “It makes it seem like we made the right choice in doing this,” she said. “If we’re both excited by it, we can’t be doing something wrong, right?”
Emmett picked up the short skirt and dropped to his knees in front of Autumn once more. “That’s right,” he said before holding out the skirt so she could step into it. Emmett pulled it up her legs and Autumn turned so he could zip it up. It clung to her ass quite nicely but was loose enough around her thighs that Warrick could easily slip his hand between her legs, which Emmett suspected was by choice.
He turned to the bed and picked up the semi-sheer black blouse. He helped Autumn into it and then stepped in front of her to button it up. When he was finished, Emmett stepped back to admire his wife as she smiled and struck a few poses. “Wow,” he said. “That blouse is incredible. This whole outfit is incredible, honestly.”
The blouse was sheer enough that Emmett could appreciate the lace details of her bra. In a way, it was like she was going out without a shirt on, which he found far more thrilling than expected. After all, Autumn had chosen the outfit and Emmett was certain she never would have worn something like that for him.
“Did Warrick request this specific outfit?” he asked.
Autumn shook her head. “No. All he said was that he wanted me to wear something sexy. Stockings were the only requirement.”
Emmett’s cock throbbed once again as he thought of his wife carefully selecting the outfit she now wore and doing so with the purpose of pleasing her bull. He marveled at how quickly Warrick had tapped into Autumn’s desire to please him, too.
“We should go,” Autumn said. “I don’t want to be late.”
She grabbed her purse and Emmett made sure he had his wallet and keys before they headed for the car. He opened the back door for Autumn and she smiled and blew him a soft kiss before getting in. It was such a small thing, but Emmett even found it thrilling to act like his wife’s chauffeur for the evening.
The drive to Warrick’s turned out to be short and Autumn mostly texted with him during the ride. When Emmett pulled up in front of a rather large, beautiful house with a perfectly landscaped front yard, a tall man in a dark suit was waiting at the edge of the driveway. Emmett pulled up, unlocked the doors, and Warrick got in the backseat.
“You look exquisite,” he said to Autumn. “That blouse is particularly nice. You’ve made me very happy, Autumn.”
“Thank you,” Autumn replied. “I spent a lot of time at the store trying to ensure I’d make you happy.”
Warrick slid across the backseat until he was next to Autumn. Emmett watched in the rearview mirror as his wife and her bull kissed in a deeply passionate manner. It was as if Warrick took possession of her with his lips and tongue and it left Emmett’s cock throbbing painfully.
“You’re wet,” Warrick said, indicating that his fingers had already made their way up Autumn’s skirt and into her panties.
“I am,” she replied before moaning softly. “I’ve been wet for hours. I got wet when I laid out my outfit for tonight. I kept hoping I’d made the right choice, that I’d look good for you, and then I kept thinking about the way you’d make me feel if I chose the right outfit.”
“Do you like how my fingers are making you feel right now, Autumn?” Warrick asked.
“Yes,” Autumn answered.
“I like that you’re so wet for me,” Warrick said. “Now tell me, how did it feel to have your husband dress you for me?”
“It turned me on,” Autumn replied. She unleashed a low moan and Emmett heard the sound of Warrick’s fingers penetrating her slick pussy. “I loved that he was so eager to prepare me for you, and that he was happy to do as you desired.”
“That’s because he’s a good cuckold,” Warrick said. “And he’s learning his place. He’s learning that he needs to do as he’s told if he’s going to reap the rewards of being a cuckold. Because he dressed you like a good cuckold there’s a very good chance I’m going to let him have an orgasm tonight.”
Emmett desperately wished he didn’t find the notion of Warrick controlling his orgasms arousing, but he did. He very nearly groaned at Warrick’s verbal assertion of his control, for the notion truly thrilled him.
“Would you like to taste your pussy on my fingers, Autumn?” Warrick asked.
“Yes, please,” she answered with a hint of desperation in her voice.
Emmett watched in the rear view mirror as Warrick pulled his slick fingers from Autumn’s pussy and placed them into her waiting mouth. She closed her lips around them and sucked hard, filling the car with the sounds of her desperate need to satisfy her bull.
“Emmett, your wife and I have a dinner date,” Warrick said as he gently fucked Autumn’s mouth with his fingers. “You’ll drive us there and you’ll wait in the car like a good cuckold while we eat. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” Emmett answered.
“Good. Here’s the address,” Warrick said as he passed a piece of paper forward.
Emmett took the paper, punched the address into his phone’s map app, and put the car in drive.
“Would you like me to finger your pussy a little more?” Warrick asked.
“Mmm hmm,” Autumn said with his fingers still deep in her mouth.
Emmett resisted the urge to turn around to try and see if he could watch Warrick’s fingers moving in and out of Autumn’s pussy. Instead, he kept his eyes on the road and listened to his wife moan as another man fingered her in the back seat. She seemed even wetter than before – at least if the sound of Warrick’s digits moving in and out of her pussy was any indication – and her moans got louder.
“Do you want to cum?” Warrick asked.
“Yes, please,” Autumn replied. “Please, Warrick, I’m so close.”
“You understand that you’re not allowed to cum until I give you permission, don’t you?” he asked.
“Yes,” she answered.
“Good girl,” he replied.
Autumn moaned, though Emmett couldn’t tell if it was from the continued fingering or the fact that Warrick had referred to her as a ‘good girl.’ Either way, Emmett’s cock throbbed from the intensely arousing symphony of sensual noises that came from the backseat.
Warrick fingered Autumn right up until Emmett pulled into the restaurant’s parking lot. “Take your panties off,” he said as the car neared the entrance. “Give them to your cuckold husband.”
Emmett stopped the car at the entrance and Autumn passed her panties forward. He took the soft, delicate black lace underwear from his wife and Warrick got out of the car and offered his hand to help Autumn. He put his arm around her waist and they walked into the restaurant. Right as they stepped through the door Warrick grabbed Autumn’s ass and squeezed hard.
They disappeared into the restaurant and Emmett pulled away from the curb and searched for a parking space. The moment he put the car in park Emmett lifted Autumn’s panties to his nose and inhaled. First he smelled her delicate perfume, but right behind it was the scent of her pussy. She’d dripped wetness into her panties from the moment he pulled them up her legs and it was an intoxicating treat to breathe it in.
Emmett’s cock throbbed as he inhaled the scent of his wife’s panties and the notion of unzipping his pants, freeing his erection, and wrapping her underwear around it to jerk off danced through his head, but he resisted, for he knew how disappointed Autumn would be if he went against the rather simple rules Warrick had laid out.
Instead, Emmett sat in the car and waited as his wife had dinner with another man. He did what he could to distract himself, but ultimately his mind kept circling back to how intensely arousing he found his ongoing cuckolding. He wondered if Warrick would fuck Autumn after their date or if he’d have her suck his cock again, or if he had something else in mind.
The occasional text from Autumn offered a thrill, too. The first she sent was rather simple: “We’re in a corner booth. Warrick’s sitting right next to me. His fingers are in my pussy right now. He’s going to make me suck them clean right here in the restaurant. Just thinking about doing it has me on the edge of an orgasm.”
There was no doubt in Emmett’s mind that Warrick had instructed Autumn to send that text, and it thrilled him. He read it over and over while imagining another man sitting close to his wife at a lovely restaurant and playing with her pussy while everyone else enjoyed their dinner.
Ten minutes later another text arrived: “Oh my god! Warrick just dragged me into the men’s bathroom and made me suck his cock. He didn’t let me make him cum, but he fucked my face for a few minutes. My pussy actually dripped juice onto the bathroom floor. It was incredible. Oh, and the food is really good, too.”
Emmett was a little bit astounded as he read and reread the text. Autumn wasn’t a prude, but she wasn’t the sort of woman that wanted to fuck in a restaurant bathroom, so the idea that she happily let Warrick fuck her face in the middle of dinner was astonishing, and astonishingly hot, to the point that Emmett’s cock was dripping precum into his underwear.
“We’re coming out,” Autumn texted after nearly ninety minutes in the restaurant. “My pussy was so wet throughout dinner that I left a wet spot on the seat. The back of my skirt is all wet, too. He kept teasing me. He kept fingering me. He even made me finger myself a little as I ate. He’s so good at turning me on. He wants you to drive up to pick us up. See you soon.”
Emmett backed out of the space and pulled up to the front of the restaurant right as Warrick and Autumn were coming out. He had his hand around her waist once more and they walked slowly before stopping just a few steps from the car. Warrick turned to Autumn, leaned in, and kissed her in a manner that seemed far too erotic for public consumption. Autumn didn’t seem to mind, though. She pressed her hips forward and her body melted into her bull’s as her lips parted to welcome his invading tongue.
Autumn looked a little dazed after the kiss and it took her a few moments to get into the car after Warrick opened the door. He followed and Emmett pulled away from the curb.
“How was dinner?” he asked.
“Quiet, cuckold,” Warrick replied. “If I want to hear from you, I’ll ask you a question. Drive back to my place.”
Feeling a little humiliated, Emmett pulled out of the restaurant parking lot and headed back to Warrick’s house. He heard the distinct sound of a zipper being lowered and Autumn moaned. Emmett couldn’t see anything in the rearview mirror, but he suspected that Warrick’s cock had come out.
“What do you want right now?” Warrick asked.
“I want to please you,” Autumn answered. “I want to make you feel good. I want to suck cock your cock.”
“Go ahead,” Warrick said.
Emmett glanced in the rearview mirror and watched his wife’s head disappear into her bull’s lap. Warrick moaned and the sounds of a blowjob soon followed.
“That’s a good girl,” Warrick said. Autumn responded with a moan, making it seem as though she thoroughly enjoyed that particular form of praise from her bull.
When he reached a red light, Emmett felt a desperate desire to turn around and watch his wife blow her bull. He hadn’t been given permission to do so, though, so he kept his eyes on the road despite what felt like an overpowering desire.
“Kiss your husband,” Warrick said a few seconds after the car pulled to a stop.
Emmett felt Autumn’s hand on his shoulder. He turned to see her glossy, spit-soaked lips approaching his. They kissed and her tongue pushed into his mouth. Emmett’s taste buds lit up with what must have been Warrick’s precum, which was no doubt dripping slowly into Autumn’s mouth as she pleasured her bull.
“How does that feel, cuckold?” Warrick asked as Autumn returned to his cock.
Emmett glanced at his wife’s mouth as it moved up and down her bull’s big dick and said, “It felt good. It felt…it felt great.”
“As it should,” Warrick said. “It’s a gift to be able to share in the taste of my cock and precum. It’s a gift for me to let your wife slip her tongue into your eager mouth after she’s pleasured me. I hope you understand that.”
“I do,” Emmett answered as a fog of lust enveloped his brain.
“The light’s green, cuckold,” Warrick said.
Emmett turned and grabbed the steering wheel as he hit the gas. The sounds of cocksucking got louder as it seemed that Autumn’s mouth was moving up and down at a swifter pace as she worked to pleasure her bull.
“That’s a good girl,” Warrick said. “Do you want me to cum in your mouth, Autumn? Do you want me to flood that lovely mouth of yours with my load?”
“Yes, please,” she replied.
“Then get back to it,” Warrick instructed.
Emmett pulled down Warrick’s street and headed towards the bull’s impressive home. He pulled into the driveway and put the car in park. In an effort to keep his focus straight ahead, Emmett gripped the steering wheel and listened to his wife suck cock while her bull moaned.
“Here it comes,” Warrick said. A series of grunts and groans followed as the sounds of cocksucking stopped. He was cumming in Autumn’s mouth and she couldn’t help but moan as she received his load.
“Fucking hell,” Warrick said. “That was exceptionally good, Autumn. Now I want you to hold my cum in your mouth for a few moments while I talk to your cuckold.”
Emmett looked in the rearview mirror and saw Warrick smiling at him.
“Would you like to cum tonight, cuckold?” he asked.
“Yes, I would,” Emmett answered.
“I thought you might. I’m willing to let you cum and I’m willing to have your wife be the one to make you cum, but you need to do something for me,” Warrick said.
“Okay,” Emmett replied.
Warrick smiled and said, “I need you to kiss your wife. That’s it.”
Emmett turned towards the backseat and saw Autumn sitting next to Warrick with a smile on her face. She hadn’t swallowed his cum, which meant the kiss was going to be far different than any Emmett had ever experienced.
“You don’t have to, of course, but you won’t be allowed to cum unless you kiss your wife,” Warrick said. “It’s up to you. I’ll even sweeten the deal for you. If you kiss her, I’ll let you fuck her.”
Emmett hadn’t fucked Autumn in a fairly long time and the idea of getting to feel her pussy wrapped around his cock was impossible to resist.
“I’ll kiss her,” he said.
“Good. Get in the backseat,” Warrick instructed.
Emmett rushed out of the front and into the back next to his wife. She turned to him and reached up to caress his face as she leaned closer. Emmett tilted his head and Autumn paused with her lips achingly close to his.
“Kiss him,” Warrick said. “Share my cum with him.”
Autumn’s lips met Emmett’s. He parted his and she did the same. Cum flowed into his mouth. It was hot and thick and the taste was astoundingly bad. Emmett instinctively tried to pull away but Autumn reached up and held his head in both hands. She pressed her lips hard against his and her tongue moved into his mouth, ensuring that almost all of Warrick’s cum had been transferred. The kiss – with plenty of tongue – went on longer than Emmett expected before Autumn pulled away.
“Oops, there’s a little on your lips,” she said before reaching up and wiping away the errant cum. She popped the slippery finger into her mouth, sucked it clean, and swallowed before smiling.
“What should he do with my cum?” Warrick asked.
“He should swallow,” Autumn replied.
Warrick chuckled. “You heard your wife, cuckold. Swallow my cum. Swallow it and you can fuck her.”
Emmett closed his eyes and swallowed. He nearly gagged on the exceptionally potent taste, but he managed to hold it down. He opened his mouth to show that all the cum had disappeared and Autumn smiled.
“Take his cock out and ride him, Autumn,” Warrick instructed.
Autumn reached over, unzipped Emmett’s pants, and freed his cock. She lifted her skirt around her waist and straddled him. A moment later he was inside her astoundingly wet pussy. She tilted his head back, kissed him, and rode his stiff shaft with great vigor.
Emmett came in less than ten seconds. His orgasm snuck up on him and then erupted. He moaned into Autumn’s mouth first and then she pulled back and sat still on his cock with a smile on her face as he flooded her pussy with his load.
“Was that disappointing, Autumn?” Warrick asked.
“Yes,” she answered.
“Don’t worry,” Warrick said. “Soon enough I’ll show you how it feels to get fucked by a real man.”
Autumn looked at her bull and Emmett saw genuine desperation on his wife’s face. “Please don’t make me wait too long. I’m desperate.”
“I know you are,” Warrick said as she reached up and caressed her face. His thumb gently pressed against her lower lip and Autumn happily took it in her mouthy and sucked on it. “You’re being such a good girl for me, though. You’ve been a good girl from the start, and soon I’ll fuck you and show you exactly what you’ve been missing. For now, though, our date is over. I want you to put your panties back on and then sit on your cuckold’s face when you get home. I don’t care if he complains about it being gross to lick you while his cum inside you. Ride his face and have as many orgasms as you want. No more orgasms for him, though. He’s lucky I let him fuck you.”
Warrick pulled his thumb from her mouth and Autumn turned to Emmett and said, “You should thank him for letting you fuck me.”
“Thank you,” Emmett said. “For letting me fuck her.”
Warrick smiled as if he was truly delighted that Autumn had prompted Emmett to give thanks. “You’re welcome, cuckold. Savor it, because it won’t be happening all that often.”
With that, Warrick got out of the car and headed for his house. Autumn kissed Emmett again and asked, “Where are my panties?”
He pulled them out of his pocket and handed them to her. Autumn dismounted his cock, slipped on her underwear, and said, “Let’s get home. I really need to cum.”
Emmett tucked his cock back into his pants, got in the front seat, and headed home for what he assumed would be a decidedly unpleasant experience. He wasn’t going to deny Autumn an orgasm, though. After all, he did get to fuck her, even if it was the briefest sexual experience of his life. It was still an astonishingly good orgasm, and Emmet wanted more of those, so he resolved to be good for Autumn.
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