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The Dominant Bull - Part 1
🕑 Added 2021-08-18 06:30:20 +0000 UTCEmmett’s leg bounced under the table as he checked his phone. It was 2:50. That gave him ten minutes until Warrick was scheduled to arrive.
The cute blonde waitress came over and asked, “Is there anything I can get you before your friend arrives? An appetizer, maybe? The mozzarella sticks are really good.”
“No, thanks,” Emmett replied. “I’ll have more coffee, though.”
The waitress smiled and said, “Of course. I’ll be right back.”
Emmett wasn’t sure he’d made a wise choice in picking the diner for the unique meeting he was about to have. They weren’t busy – which was precisely why he’d picked the diner – but he hadn’t counted on the waitress being so attentive. Usually he had to flag someone down to get any attention, but today she couldn’t stay away from the table, and the conversation Emmett was about to have wasn’t one he wanted anyone to overhear.
He checked his phone again. Two minutes had passed. His leg bounced faster under the table. Maybe the waitress kept coming over because she could tell Emmett was nervous. He’d never been so nervous, in fact. Not even when he proposed to Autumn. It wasn’t a sure thing she’d say yes, either, so he had every right to be nervous. She’d accepted, though, and the last five years of marriage had been great for both of them. Now, Emmett was on the verge of making a significant change in their marriage.
He checked his phone again. Another minute had passed. Emmett looked out the window to see if Warrick had arrived early. The parking lot had the same eight cars that had been there when he pulled in.
Emmett thought back to the conversation he’d had with Autumn nearly a month ago, the conversation that had set him on the path that led him to a booth in the far corner of a largely empty diner at three in the afternoon.
“I want someone dominant,” Autumn said shortly after dinner one evening.
“What?” Emmett asked.
Autumn smiled and polished off her second glass of wine with one big sip. “That thing we’ve been talking about. Your fantasy. I want to do it. But I want someone dominant. Genuinely dominant.”
The fantasy they’d been talking about was cuckolding. Specifically, Emmett’s desire to see his wife have great sex with another man. They’d both been open about their desires and fantasies from the start of their relationship – Autumn’s open attitude towards sex was one of the reasons he’d fallen in love with her – but it had taken years for Emmett to confess his cuckold fantasy. Autumn hadn’t taken to it right away, but she’d been willing to talk about it and apparently she’d come around to the idea.
“Dominant?” Emmett asked as he tried to process the monumental-feeling news that she was into the only fantasy he’d ever had that involved another person.
“I’ve never been with a genuinely dominant man before,” Autumn said. “I’ve been with guys that liked being in control, but that’s a lot different than a dominant man that likes being with submissive women.”
“Are you submissive?” Emmett asked.
“I don’t know,” Autumn answered. “But I want to try. I want to surrender to someone. I want to know what that’s like. I don’t want someone violent, though. It’s not dominant if his only move is to pull my hair and smack my ass. I want someone better than that. I want someone that asserts real control, someone that gets off on it.”
Emmett took the obvious excitement in his wife’s voice and in her body language as a very good sign. She was turned on, which meant she’d found a way to make his fantasy exciting for her.
“You’re going to do all the work, though,” Autumn continued. “You’re going to search for guys. You’re going to interview them. You’re going to meet with them. You’re going to pick the right guy, and if you fail then I won’t make your fantasy come true.”
“Really?” Emmett asked. “You’re really willing to fuck someone else?”
Autumn smiled. “I’m willing to let a dominant man help me explore my submissive side,” she said. “Provided you find the right man, of course. If you don’t – if you get fooled by a pretender or if you find someone who exudes dominance but is really just an insecure, angry asshole – we won’t speak of your fantasy again. You can take as long as you like to find someone. Do we have a deal?”
“Yes,” Emmett agreed. “We have a deal.”
“Good. Now get your pants off and come fuck me. I’m tipsy, horny, and in the mood to feel my husband’s cock inside me,” Autumn said.
Emmett was happy to comply with her desire.
Emmett checked his phone. It was 2:59. He looked up to see a black Audi sedan pull into the parking lot and quickly find a space. A tall, handsome, well-dressed man with a trimmed beard got out of the car, buttoned his suit jacket, and strode towards the diner. He was a little too far away for Emmett to be certain, but it had to be Warrick.
Emmett’s nerves went into overdrive. His pulse raced. His palms were sweaty. His leg bounced wildly under the table. He sipped his coffee to try and calm his nerves but he nearly spilled the hot liquid in his lap.
Warrick stepped into the diner, scanned the tables, and strode towards Emmett the moment they made eye contact. The two waitresses standing behind the counter watched Warrick as he strode confidently through the restaurant and the cute blonde rushed over and arrived mere moments after he slid into the booth.
“Welcome to our little restaurant,” she said. “Can I get you anything to drink?”
Warrick took off his sunglasses, set them on the table, and flashed a confident smile at the waitress. She smiled and seemed to melt under his gaze, as if some part of her body felt compelled to offer him whatever he wanted. “I’d love a freshly brewed cup of coffee, if it’s not too much trouble,” he said.
“It’s no trouble at all,” the waitress replied. “I’ll be right back with that.” For a few moments she stood and stared at Warrick before spinning around and hurrying towards the coffee maker. Emmett watched her dump most of the coffee down the drain to prepare a fresh cup for Warrick.
“You must be Emmett,” Warrick said as he offered his hand.
Emmett shook it and nodded. “I am. It’s good to meet you.”
“Did you bring the item I requested?” Warrick asked.
“Yes,” Emmett said.
Warrick held out his hand and Emmett reached into his pocket and pulled out the black panties he’d pulled from the dirty laundry that morning and placed them in Warrick’s hand.
“Very good,” Warrick said as he held up the panties and examined the gusset. He handed them back to Emmett, who offered a confused look as he took them and slipped them back into his pocket. “I have no need for your wife’s used panties. I did, however, need to know if you were capable of completing a simple task. It pleases me to see that you were.”
“Here you are, sir,” the cute waitress said as she returned to the table with a still-steaming cup of coffee. “Freshly brewed, just as you wanted.”
Warrick looked up at her, smiled, and said, “Thank you. I appreciate it.”
The waitress smiled and stared at Warrick like he was about to offer her the secret to true happiness. He said nothing, though, and after an uncomfortably long silence she snapped back to reality, pulled out her pad, and said, “Can I get you anything to eat?”
Warrick gestured towards Emmett, who quickly scanned the menu and said, “I’ll have the bacon grilled cheese with fries.”
The waitress scribbled his order, turned to Warrick, and smiled as she asked, “And you, sir?”
“I’ll have the same,” he replied.
“Excellent choice,” she said before grabbing their menus and stepping away.
“Are all women like that around you?” Emmett asked.
Warrick smiled. “It happens. It helps that I’m tall and good-looking, but it’s mostly about how I present myself. If I’d showed up wearing a ripped t-shirt, cargo shorts, and flip flops she wouldn’t have smiled at me like that. Instead, I present myself as the kind of man most women aspire to be with and so she can’t help but feel a kind of desire she rarely experiences, as most men she comes across are not worthy of her desire.”
Emmett looked down at his outfit of jeans and a t-shirt and he couldn’t help but feel underdressed compared to the man sitting across from him.
“Of course, dominance is about more than how a man presents himself,” Warrick continued. “A good dom is keenly aware of what his submissive craves and he strives to provide her with that. The mistake most supposedly dominant men make is being far too selfish. They see their submissive as nothing more than a tool for their pleasure, whereas a truly successful dom/sub relationship is about both parties reaching new heights of sexual satisfaction.”
Emmett was about to say something when the waitress returned with their food. “Here you are, gentlemen,” she said, though her eyes were fixed on Warrick.
“Thank you,” he replied. “This looks incredible.”
“Is there anything else I can get you?” the waitress asked.
Warrick smiled and held out his hand. “It would make me very happy if you sat with me for a few moments.”
Much to Emmett’s surprise, the waitress took Warrick’s hand and sat next to him in their booth.
“Thank you,” Warrick said. “What’s your name?”
“Sarah,” she replied.
Warrick smiled and gently ran his fingers over her hand, which he still held. “You’re very beautiful, Sarah,” he said.
Sarah smiled and looked away as she reached up and brushed her hair back. “I don’t know about that.”
“Look at me, Sarah,” Warrick said.
Sarah turned to him and Warrick held her gaze for what felt like an impossibly long time. He reached up and caressed her face like they’d been lovers for months. Sarah closed her eyes and leaned into his touch.
“Does my touch excite you?” Warrick asked softly.
Sarah nodded. “It does.”
Warrick’s hand left her face and moved under the table. Sarah gently bit her lower lip and her eyes opened to meet Warrick’s gaze.
“You’re wet,” he said.
Sarah nodded again as Emmett marveled at Warrick’s seemingly magical ability to weave a spell around the waitress and lure her into a place where she was willing to let him finger her in public.
Warrick held up his fingers and Emmett saw the glistening wetness from Sarah’s pussy. “Taste yourself,” Warrick instructed.
Sarah leaned forward and took his fingers into her mouth. Emmett couldn’t help but picture his wife doing the same thing and the resulting arousal was considerable.
“Good girl,” Warrick said. He pushed his fingers deeper into Sarah’s mouth, eventually hitting the back of her throat and making her gag just a little. He pulled back to give her a moment to recover before plunging his fingers into her throat once more. Despite the gagging, Sarah didn’t pull away, leaving Emmett to marvel once more at how Warrick had so easily gained control of her.
Warrick’s fingers were coated with her saliva when they departed Sarah’s mouth and moved beneath the table once more. She closed her eyes and bit her lip again, making it obvious that Warrick had penetrated her pussy.
“Cum for me,” he whispered as he moved his free hand to the back of her neck. His fingers crept into her hair and he took a firm grip and pulled back. “Cum for me, Sarah. Be a good girl and cum for me.”
Sarah closed her eyes and gripped the edge of the table. Her mouth opened like she was going to unleash a wild scream, but no sound came out. Instead, she climaxed silently on Warrick’s fingers. Her body trembled and he maintained his grip on her hair throughout, pulling back even after his fingers had departed her pussy.
“Clean yourself from my fingers,” he said.
Sarah sucked his fingers clean.
“What do you say?” Warrick asked once she’d finished.
“Thank you for the orgasm,” she replied.
“You’re welcome,” Warrick said. “You may leave us.”
Sarah slid out of the booth, straightened her skirt, and walked away, though she looked back and smiled at Warrick before heading behind the counter to greet a new customer that had walked in.
“I could tell she was a submissive from the moment I walked in,” Warrick said. “And when a woman – or a man – is a true submissive it’s easier than you might expect to get them to submit. As you saw, she had an exceptionally good orgasm, which I offered as a reward for her willingness to submit. Now, if I want to play with her again she’ll happily do so because she’ll want to cum like that again. It would be fairly easy to get her to do something bolder, too. For a true submissive, nothing in life is quite as satisfying as being with a true dominant.”
“I think you’re the right man for Autumn,” Emmett said. “I can’t imagine how you could be any better, to be honest.”
Warrick smiled and took a bite of his grilled cheese. “Time will tell, Emmett. I suspect your wife is a true submissive, but it won’t be until I meet her that I really know. That’s not what I’m here to talk about, though.”
“It’s not?” Emmett asked.
Warrick put his sandwich down and smiled. “No, it’s not. I’m here to talk about you, Emmett. You made a point of mentioning that you’re not submissive and that you have no particular desire to do anything but watch your wife have sex with another man.”
“That’s right,” Emmett replied.
“That’s good,” Warrick said. “I like a challenge.”
“A challenge?” Emmett asked.
“I’m going to fuck your wife, Emmett. I’m going to cuckold you. I’m going to show her the joys of being a submissive hotwife. She’s going to spend every moment of every day thinking about the next time she gets to be on her knees in front of me. She’s going to dedicate herself to pleasuring me in every imaginable way and she’s going to do things she never imagined doing for a man,” Warrick said.
“That’s what I want,” Emmett replied as his cock stirred to life.
“I know. But I’m also going to dominate you, Emmett. I’m going to show you that a cuckold’s place is beneath his wife and far beneath the dominant bull she’s given herself to. I’m going to show you and your wife what kind of man you are,” Warrick said.
“That’s not going to happen,” Emmett replied. “I’m not submissive.”
“When I’m done with my sandwich I’m going to take Sarah to the bathroom and have her get on her knees and beg for the pleasure of sucking my cock,” Warrick said. “Then I’m going to fuck her pretty mouth and cum down her throat. When I’m finished she’s going to thank me for the privilege of sucking me off.”
Warrick took a bite of his grilled cheese and chewed as he stared across the table at Emmett. He swallowed, sipped his coffee, and said, “Someday, I’m going to do the same thing with you, Emmett. It will probably take a long time, but eventually you’ll be just like Sarah. You’ll be a good little submissive cuckold. You’ll get on your knees and beg for the privilege of sucking my cock. You’ll beg for the privilege of sucking a load out of me. You’ll give head like a good little bitch because it’s what I want. Best of all, you’ll love it. You’ll finally feel fulfilled. You’ll finally feel like you’ve found your place in the world.”
“Fuck you,” Emmett said. “You fucking asshole. None of that is going to happen.”
“Prove me wrong,” Warrick shot back. “I don’t make my subs do anything they don’t want to do, Emmett. I didn’t make Sarah cum against her will. I’m not going to fuck her face against her will. She’s going to beg me for it. If you’re so confident you won’t submit, prove me wrong. Tell Autumn that you found the man for her. I think we both know I can fuck her like she wants to be fucked. I gave that pretty waitress the best orgasm of her life and I did it in public with my fingers. Just think of how good I can make your wife feel in the privacy of your bedroom.”
Emmett stared across the table as he tried to clear his mind and think rationally. There was no question Warrick was a skilled dom. He’d proved that with Sarah. There was nothing about him that seemed dangerous. He was simply confident in his ability to turn Emmett into something he didn’t want to be. That didn’t have to be threatening, though.
Emmett wanted his fantasy to come true. He’d pictured his wife in Sarah’s place during the little show Warrick had put on and it had left desire roiling in his loins. He wanted to see Autumn so enthralled with another man that she couldn’t help but cum on his fingers mere moments after being instructed to do so. He wanted her to experience so much more than a simple fingering, too, and Emmett was confident in Warrick’s ability to provide an even greater sense of pleasure behind closed doors.
“Okay,” Emmett said. “I’ll tell Autumn I found the right man for her.”
“Good,” Warrick replied. “And don’t you worry, Emmett, I’ll be gentle when I fuck your mouth. You’ll enjoy it even more than I will, I promise.”
Emmett found Warrick’s level of confidence infuriating. Nothing sounded less appealing to him than the idea of giving a blowjob, and yet Warrick was absolutely certain it was going to happen. Before he could respond, Warrick stood and gestured towards Sarah. She practically ran towards him.
“Get in touch when you and Autumn are ready,” Warrick said before turning to Sarah, taking her hand, and leading her towards the bathrooms. She went willingly, and when he whispered something into her ear she seemed delighted, just as Warrick had said she’d be.
Emmett was tempted to stick around long enough to see them emerge from the bathroom, but he had no doubt that Warrick was going to do exactly as he’d said. Sarah was probably already on her knees begging for the opportunity to suck the dominant man’s cock.
That made him the right man for Autumn, which is why Emmett left cash on the table and headed out. He’d found the perfect dominant bull, even if getting involved with Warrick made him a little nervous.
