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The Dominant Bull - Part 16
🕑 Added 2022-08-21 06:16:50 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
"Alright, here's your mint chip cone," the young woman said as she handed Emmett his wife's ice cream. "And here's the cookie dough cone."
Emmett took both as the girl rang him up. It wasn't until she told him he owed $12.50 that he realized he needed to get his wallet out of his pocket. He handed one of the cones back to her with a smile, paid for the ice cream, and headed outside to meet Autumn, who looked radiant in a yellow sundress.
"One mint chip for my wife," Emmett said with a smile. He glanced at her cleavage as she stood up, took the cone, and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
"Thank you," she said. "Fancy a walk as we enjoy our sweet treat?"
Emmett took her hand and they took off on a stroll down the tree-lined street.
"I've been thinking about something," Autumn said as she gently squeezed Emmett's hand. "Something about Warrick."
"Yeah?" Emmett asked. "What's on your mind?"
Autumn licked a bit of melting ice cream from the side of her sugar cone, smiled, and said, "I think I love him."
Emmett was so stunned that he stopped in the middle of the sidewalk. Another couple walked around them as he stood there like his feet had suddenly been encased in concrete.
"Are you okay?" Autumn asked, though the look on her face seemed to be of amusement rather than concern. When she smiled and licked her ice cream cone, Emmett felt some of the tension that had risen in his chest release. If Autumn was being so casual, she couldn't have been on the verge of informing him that she was going to leave him for their bull, which was the fear that had stopped Emmett in his tracks.
"You love him?" Emmett finally managed to say.
Autumn nodded. "I think you love him too."
Emmett's eyes went wide as he watched his wife casually lick her ice cream cone. She took the sweet, creamy treat into her mouth, swallowed, and then gently bit her lower lip in a decidedly seductive manner, like she was trying her best to turn him on right there on the street.
"I don't...I don't know about that, Autumn," he said.
She leaned closer and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Her lips felt cool against his skin, but the soft moan she offered up was thrilling and led to just a hint of growth between his legs.
Autumn took his hand and they continued their walk as she said, "I didn't say I was in love with him, and I didn't say you were, either. I just said that I loved him. I think there's a difference, too. I love him for how happy he's made me. I love him for how much he cares about us. I love him for how confident and skilled he is. I love him because he seems to know exactly what we both need and he's so generous in letting us have what we need. I wouldn't say it's a romantic kind of love, but I do love him, and I think you do too."
Emmett couldn't really argue with the appreciation Autumn was expressing for their bull. He too loved that Warrick possessed an innate understanding of their needs and desires and that he was more than happy to meet those needs and fulfill those desires when they spent time together. He trusted Warrick implicitly, too, to the point that he no longer questioned anything Warrick demanded, for their bull had never led them astray and had always delivered only the purest form of pleasure through his domination.
"I guess I do feel the same things you feel," Emmett admitted. "It just...it just feels weird to call that love."
Autumn smiled sweetly. "I know, but I think that's what it is, Emmett. I think you love him just like I do. I think you show him that, too. You show him through your submission. You show him through your willingness to do things I'm sure you never imagined yourself doing for a man. You make sacrifices because you know it will make him happy, like when you sucked his cock for the first time. You didn't want to do that, but you did it because you wanted to make our bull happy. I'm sure it was the same the first time you worshiped his ass, or sucked his balls, or took his load directly in your mouth. You did all of that to make him happy - and to serve your need to submit - and if those aren't acts of love, I don't know what they are."
Emmett wasn't sure he'd ever be able to come around to attaching the label of love to his feelings for Warrick, but he couldn't argue with Autumn. Everything she'd said was true. He did enjoy making Warrick happy. He did consistently act in a manner designed to please their bull because it felt exceptionally good to do so.
"Maybe you're right," he admitted, leading to an unexpected, warm sense of pleasure that gently moved through his body.
"I love him," she said, "but I'm in love with you, Emmett. Deeply in love with you. I will always be in love with you. And, the fact that you're so dedicated to our bull has only deepened my feelings for you. I feel such love for you when you fall to your knees in front of him. I feel my love for you grow when I watch you clean his cock after he's fucked me, or when you crawl between my legs to clean his cum from my pussy. In fact, my love for our bull is in part because his involvement in our life has made me fall deeper in love with my cuckold husband."
"Really?" Emmett asked as he felt a sudden rush of insecurity, mostly over the many things he'd done for Warrick that would have repelled most women, including the relentless cocksucking and ass worship he'd indulged in.
"Yes," she said. "Emmett, I'm more in love with you than I've ever been. Warrick has shown me that we are truly perfect for each other. I can't imagine a more perfect man exists. You're my soul mate. My other half. The one I want to spend the rest of my life with."
"You have no idea how happy that makes me, Autumn," Emmett replied as he stopped, turned to his wife, and leaned in to kiss her. "I'm madly in love with you, and I'm happier than I've ever been since Warrick came into our lives. Maybe...maybe you're right, maybe I love him just like you do."
Autumn smiled and kissed him. Her lips were cold from the ice cream, but the kiss was passionate. Probably too passionate for a public sidewalk, but Emmett wasn't about to stop it. When her mint-flavored tongue slipped into his mouth, he welcomed it as pure lust coursed through his body.
"I think we both love Warrick," Autumn said softly. "I think we love what he's done for our us, for our marriage, for our lives. I think we love and appreciate him. Which is why I think it's time to let him get me pregnant."
When she first revealed her desire to have Warrick’s baby, Emmett had felt a ringing in his ears. His limbs felt weak and he'd nearly dropped his ice cream cone before Autumn plucked it from his hand. He stood there with a dumbfounded look on his face as he tried to process what his wife had just said, but his brain just didn't seem to be working.
The shock took a few minutes to wear off, and when it did, they talked about it. As it turned out, Autumn hadn't just made the decision on her own. Warrick had brought it up with her. He'd planted the thought in her head and let it simmer for a few weeks. He'd applied no pressure - it was too big a decision for him to try and manipulate the outcome - but he didn't need to.
"The moment he said it, I knew it's what I wanted," Autumn had said as they resumed their stroll down the sidewalk. "I knew it was the right decision. I knew I wanted to have our bull's baby."
The conversation continued throughout the day. It was a huge decision, after all. Emmett was surprised to find he felt very little resistance to the idea, though. Warrick had made it clear to Autumn that they would be the parents and he would essentially be a sperm donor that would act as something of an uncle if their relationship continued into the future.
There was a part of Emmett - a part buried deep in his subconscious - that resisted the notion of another man getting his wife pregnant. It was the part that wanted to adhere to societal norms, but they'd long since abandoned those norms and Emmett saw no reason to try and cling so desperately to them, which is why he came to the conclusion that he was on board with Warrick being the man to inseminate Autumn.
The first step was to toss Autumn's birth control pills in the trash. It happened just a few days after Autumn’s revelation. Warrick gave Emmett the honors, watching from their bed with a naked and freshly-fucked Autumn cuddled up with him as Emmett plucked the pack from the medicine cabinet, pulled out each pill, and flushed them down the toilet.
"Now get on your knees in front of the toilet," Warrick instructed from the bed.
Emmett looked towards their bull and dropped to his knees in front of the toilet as instructed.
"Masturbate, cuckold," Warrick said.
Emmett took his cock in his hand and watched Autumn kiss her bull's neck and reach down to take his cock in her hand. Warrick had gone soft in the aftermath of cumming inside her, but his cock was still exceptionally large and Autumn's fingers barely fit all the way around it.
"You're going to cum in the toilet," Warrick instructed. "Because that's where a cuckold's semen belongs. It has no business being inside your wife. Not anymore. Not until my seed has taken hold inside her. Not until my baby is growing in her womb. Until then, your cum will go down the toilet or down your throat, cuckold."
"That feels right, doesn't it, Emmett?" Autumn asked as she stroked Warrick's cock, offering enough pleasure to bring it to life.
"It does," Emmett answered. Of course it did. She'd picked Warrick as the man to get her pregnant, so Emmett's cum didn't belong anywhere near her pussy, especially now that she was unprotected. There was no sense in taking even a small risk of Emmett being the one to get her pregnant, for that wasn't what Autumn or Warrick desired.
"Take me in your mouth," Warrick said to Autumn. "Worship the cock that's going to get you pregnant while your cuckold husband flushes his cum down the toilet."
Autumn kissed her way down Warrick's body and enveloped his growing cock in her eager mouth. She made sure that Emmett had a view of the blowjob, too, and he stared at the sight of her soft lips moving up and down their bull's shaft, leaving him slick with her saliva and throbbing with desire.
"Look at her, cuckold," Warrick said as he reached out, put a hand on the back of Autumn's head, and pushed her down on his cock. Every inch disappeared into her throat and she gagged, though she didn't try to pull away. "Look at your beautiful wife offering me pleasure. Look at her sucking with such vigor and desire. Look at how desperately she wants to make me feel good. You want that too, don't you?"
"Yes," Emmett admitted.
"Are you jealous of your wife?" Warrick asked. "Do you wish you were sucking my cock with her? Do you wish I'd let you crawl between my legs to suck on my balls and help me build up a nice big load to unleash in her pussy?"
"Yes, I do," Emmett said.
"Then cum in the toilet," Warrick said. "Show me that you understand where your load belongs. Then I'll let you crawl between my legs and suck my balls. I'll let you join your beautiful wife in worshiping me. I'll let you both make me feel good before I cum inside her again."
Every stroke of Emmett's hand up and down his cock felt spectacularly good. He looked down into the toilet as the sounds of Autumn's cocksucking to louder and sloppier. He thought of his cum landing in the toilet while Warrick's would unleash in Autumn's pussy on a quest to get her pregnant. He felt every bit like the cuckold he was, and it made him cum.
Emmett turned his attention back to the blowjob unfolding in the bedroom as he climaxed. His cum spurted into the toilet while Autumn deepthroated their bull's cock over and over, leading to a sense of orgasmic bliss for Emmett.
"Flush it down," Warrick said. "Send your cum where it belongs, with the rest of your bodily waste. Send your worthless seed to the sewage."
Emmett flushed the toilet and watched his cum disappear. He stood and walked into the bedroom with every bit of sexual desire drained out of him. Warrick spread his legs a little wider and Emmett crawled between them.
"Suck my balls, cuckold," he instructed. "Worship me alongside your wife."
Emmett laid on his stomach and took one of Warrick's testicles into his mouth. He looked up at their bull and swirled his tongue around the hairy, wrinkled flesh.
"Thank you," Autumn said as she stroked Warrick's spit-soaked shaft. "Thank you for being our bull. Thank you for dominating us. Thank you for making us so happy. Thank you for knowing what we need and being so generous in giving it to us. We love you, Warrick."
Warrick smiled and reached down to caress her face. "You're welcome, Autumn. And you're welcome, cuckold. It's my pleasure, and it will continue to be my pleasure, especially as I help you build a family."
Emmett's desire had indeed dissipated when he'd cum, but he still felt a sense of duty to their bull and to his wife. He wanted to worship. He wanted to submit. He found pleasure in doing so. And, most importantly, he wanted Warrick to get Autumn pregnant. He wanted their bull to help them start a family, and he was going to do his part as a good cuckold to make that happen, for as long as it took.
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But here's the kicker: to this day the husband, who encouraged his wife to sleep with the guy, beats off everyday thinking about it. The erotic charge from his memories seems to grip him more than the tragedy of his divorce.
Reminds me of true story from several years back whereby the wife lured her husband in front of the toilet and masterbated his ejaculate into on a regular basis, all the while she was engaging in unprotected sex with her lover and she did get pregnant by the lover and divorced her husband. So not a great ending for the husband.
