Diary of a Bull - Part 1

I pride myself on being the kind of bull that tends to the needs of both the hotwife and her cuck husband. I like the challenge of ensuring that they both get exactly what they need and that they get the finest version of it imaginable.

I'm not the right bull for every cuckold couple, of course. It's not unlike dating, honestly. You need to find the right match. No one is compatible with literally every single person out there, just like no bull is compatible with every cuckold couple.

For instance, I really like a couple where the cuck is into degradation and humiliation. I like it when the wife gets off on it, too, even if that's her just getting off on the fact that it turns me on to degrade her husband.

Most cucks are into a bit of humiliation, but I like the ones that want it badly. I like it if they struggle a little with their desire, too, if I can see it in their eyes that they're a little fearful of embracing their desire, if I can push them into embracing it, into going just a bit further than they otherwise would in the name of experiencing the kind of erotic high that comes with exploring the most honest version of yourself.

Ideally, I want to play with a couple where they're both eager for me to be in charge, where the hotwife has a submissive streak that her husband can't satisfy, where the husband is into degradation, and where he's genuinely incapable of providing her with good sex, let alone great sex.

I don't expect to be in charge from the start, of course, as it takes time to develop the kind of trust that's necessary to let another man call the shots in your bedroom, especially when it comes to the degradation. A cuck needs to be especially vulnerable to do something like suck my cock after I've pulled it out of his wife's pussy, or to suck my balls while she's busy riding my cock. The sort of vulnerability requires trust, but when the connection is there from the start, it's worth putting in the time and effort to develop something with a couple

Stuart and Molly were the couple I've most enjoyed playing with. I was their bull for nearly a year, and by the end we were meeting once or twice a week for the pursuit of our mutual pleasure.

Our first meeting, though, was at a bar. They looked nervous when they showed up. I was to be their first ever bull. They'd fantasized about the lifestyle a great deal, but they'd never taken the plunge.

They sat across from me. We made our introductions. We had a drink. We talked. It's a lot like a first date, to be honest, except I was trying to charm both of them. It's harder than you might think, as it requires noting the reactions of both husband and wife.

After a fair amount of casual, get to know you conversation, I steered things towards our purpose for the evening.

"So, Stuart, did you introduce your beautiful wife to this fantasy?" I asked.

He nodded and looked away. He was nervous, of course, and perhaps still a little embarrassed that his fantasy was to watch another man fuck his wife, and not just watch, actually, but to be put on his knees by the side of the bed and made to witness her satisfaction with my cock sliding in and out of her.

I turned to Molly. "I'm always curious to know, how did you react when he first broached the idea of you having sex with another man while he watched?"

She glanced at her husband. "Honestly, I was surprised. Taken aback, really. I...it just seemed so strange to me. I think, more than anything, I struggled to understand it. I did have a bit of worry, too, that what he really wanted was to sleep with other people."

I smiled. "That's a pretty classic response. I imagine some guys are actually angling for that sort of thing. Not a cuck, though. A cuck is really only concerned with his wife's pleasure. He wants to see her enjoy a sexually superior man. Someone with a bigger cock, a better body, more skill in bed."

I was pleased that they both experienced a touch of arousal at my comment. It seemed clear that they'd been truthful when they said they'd fantasized about the hotwife and cuckold lifestyle, that they'd made each other cum while talking about it.

"That is what you want, right Stuart?" I asked with a gentle sense of authority in my voice.

"Yes, that's what I want."

I looked at Molly. She met my gaze. I stared for a few seconds without saying a word and she didn't look away. Her expression changed, though, and I saw her desire, her attraction to me. I'm fairly certain she saw my attraction, too, as she was quite beautiful.

"And is that what you want, Molly? To get fucked by a sexually superior man while your husband watches? To have a body shaking, mind bending orgasm with someone else's cock inside you?"

She smiled and closed her eyes for a moment. Then she met my gaze once more. "Yes, that's what I want."

"Is there a chance that it's become something you need, Molly?" I asked. "That you've talked about it so much with your husband - and cum while talking about it - that your brain has shifted a little, that it's begun to demand that you cuck your husband, that you find someone better than him to satisfy your desires?"

She nodded.

"I'd like to see you two kiss," I said.

They didn't hesitate, which is always a good sign. She turned to him. Their lips met. Their kiss was deep and passionate. Another good sign.

In my experience, if a couple's sex life has died - if there's very little passion between them - their marriage is quite likely to come to an end - or experience major problems - as a result of the cuckolding. Instead, you want them to still feel a certain lust for each other, a certain desire. You want the cuckolding to be a mutually beneficial experience, not one that widens the cracks that have already formed in their marriage.

After their kiss, I slid out of the booth, stood, and offered a hand to Molly. She took it and I guided her to my side of the table. She slid into the booth and I sat next to her. I rested my hand on her knee under the table. She had on a skirt and I let my fingers drift under it just a little, caressing the smooth, warm skin of her thigh and eliciting a soft moan while doing so.

"I've been the first bull for quite a few couples," I said, "and each time, the husband has struggled with the reality of being a cuck. He has his fantasy, of course, but reality is always different. Do you know why?"

Stuart shook his head.

"It's because a cuck is in full control of his fantasy. In his mind, his wife and her bull react exactly as the cuck wants. They do as he desires. They act solely in service of his needs, of his pleasure. In reality, though, that's not how it works. In reality, it's three people pursuing their pleasure, not one. In reality, the cuck is the one that ends up having to make sacrifices for the pleasure of his wife and her bull. Are you prepared to do that, Stuart?"

As I asked, my fingers journey a little closer to Molly's crotch. Her skin got warmer. To my delight, she parted her legs for me, signaling that my touch was welcome, that I was deepening her desire without doing much of anything.

"I think I am," Stuart answered. "I...I don't really know what that will entail, though."

"No, of course not," I said. "I don't know either, to be honest. It changes. Once, at a meeting like this, the hotwife was so eager that I took her to her car while her husband sat in the bar and waited. I fucked her in their back seat. I made her cum twice on my cock. We came back and I had the cuck finger her so he could experience the wetness between her legs. A kind of wetness he'd never produced."

That's when I pressed my fingers against Molly's panties. I felt her wetness soaking through the satin. I rubbed her clit a little and she gripped the edge of the table and closed her eyes.

"The cuck wasn't happy about it," I said. "He asked his wife not to go with me. Then he asked if he could come and watch. I told him he couldn't. I told him he had to stay. I told him he had to prove that he was willing to make a sacrifice in the name of his wife's pleasure, in the name of my pleasure. I told him that sometimes a cuckold has to make countless sacrifices to ensure his wife and her bull are happy. If he hadn't have been willing to make that sacrifice, I wouldn't have fucked his wife that day. I wouldn't have become their bull, because in truth, Stuart, it's not much fun to play with a couple where the husband insists on maintaining some level of control. He needs to be willing to let go, to surrender, to trust that for a cuck, sometimes the most significant pleasures result from a willingness to delay his satisfaction."

Then I looked at Molly. I pulled her panties aside and worked my fingers inside her. She looked at me and lust washed over her face. I leaned in and we kissed. Her mouth opened almost immediately. I offered my tongue in response to hers. My fingers pushed deep inside her. She moaned softly into my mouth and then began to suck on my tongue.

"You're very wet," I said.

"For you," she replied.

I pulled my fingers from her pussy and held them up. I looked across the table at Stuart.

"Are you willing to make sacrifices, Stuart?" I asked. "To ensure your wife's happiness? To ensure my happiness and satisfaction?"

He nodded.

I reached across the table until my glistening fingers were a few inches from his mouth. The bar wasn't terribly crowded and it was fairly dark, but I was asking him to suck my fingers clean in public.

"Do it," Molly said. "Do what he wants, Stuart."

I'd gotten a vibe from the couple. A vibe that told me that they were ready to play, that they were eager to explore their fantasies - which they'd shared with me via email and text - fantasies that included Stuart embracing the thrill of degradation and humiliation. That's why I was keen on making him suck my fingers clean in a bar.

He did, too. He leaned forward and looked at his wife as he took my fingers in his mouth and sucked her juices off of them. She stared at him, too. That's how it should be, by the way. A good bull makes sure the cuckold couple connects as often as possible. It's my job to enhance their marriage, after all. I have no interest in breaking them apart, in making the wife despise her husband. What I want is for my presence to make their lives better, to make them love each other even more as they discover a whole new kind of sexual pleasure.

I pulled my fingers free and they found their way inside Molly soon after. I fucked her pussy for a bit and then she sucked them clean, bringing her just a little bit closer to her husband in a delightful manner.

After sucking my fingers clean, Molly leaned in and kissed my neck. "I want you," she whispered. "I...I'm so wet for you. I want you. I'll do...I'll do whatever you want."

"Did you hear that, Stuart?" I asked.

He nodded and the look on his face made me fairly certain he was sporting an erection under the table.

I had options. All kinds of options. I could have gone back to Stuart and Molly's place, fucked her brains out, and spent the night in her bed. I could have had Stuart drive us around while she sucked my dick in the back seat of their car. I could have fucked her in the car. I could have gotten a handjob under the table. I could have fucked her in the restaurant bathroom.

It's important, though, to think long term when you're with a couple that's looking for more than a one night thing. It's about building a foundation with them, about carefully constructing a relationship where they trust that you, their bull, will always look out for their pleasure. They need to feel as though they can cede control to me and know that their needs are going to be met if they do so.

It's not like a real relationship, though. You don't have to wait until the third or fourth date to fuck. You just have to make sure that everyone gets a version of what they want.

"Stuart, why don't you bring your car around front," I said. "We'll be out in a few minutes."

Stuart looked at his wife, who nodded. He slid out of the booth and left.

"We're going to have a little fun," I said as I turned to Molly. "I won't push you past what you're willing to try right now, though, I promise."

She smiled. "I know we just met, but I already feel like I trust you, Drew."

"I won't break that trust. I won't disappoint you."

Molly initiated a deep kiss. A really deep kiss. One that had me hard as a rock. Her hand found my erection, too, and she stroked me through my jeans. Had there been enough room she probably would have mounted me right there in the booth and dry humped her way to an orgasm.

"Have you ever been with a man that takes charge in the bedroom?" I asked.

"Not really, no. I dated a guy in college that was kind of that way, but it always felt like he just didn't give a fuck about my experience, not that he was dominant in any way."

I ran my fingers through her hair and kissed her cheek softly. "But you think you might like being with a man that takes charge."

She nodded.

"You think that being told what to do - sexually speaking - might make your pussy wet."

"It already has," she whispered. "During the few times we had phone sex, it was really hot doing exactly as you instructed. I liked how you would get me close and then deny me. How you would instruct me on what to say to Stuart. I even liked how you would tell me to let him fuck me and then make him cum while telling him that his cock didn't come close to satisfying me."

I kissed her neck and she gripped my cock under the table. "You were a very good girl for me during those phone calls, Molly," I whispered.

She moaned and stroked me. She had a submissive streak. She wasn't fully comfortable with that part of herself and I wasn't under the impression that she was a full-blown submissive, but she liked the idea of ceding control to a man that deserved to be in charge and that was exactly the kind of hotwife I enjoyed playing with.

"Let's go," I said.

I slid out of the booth and offered my hand. We walked out of the bar with my arm around her. Stuart was waiting in their SUV. We took a few steps towards it before I pulled Molly close for a kiss. A long, slow, deep kiss where my hands moved over her body. Stuart's jaw had dropped by the time I looked back at the car. I smiled and guided his wife into the backseat before joining her.

"Drive, Stuart," I said. "Slowly and carefully."

He pulled away and onto the road. I pulled his wife close. We kissed slowly and deeply.

"You will not turn and look back at us, Stuart," I instructed. "Not even at a stop sign or red light. You will only look back if I give you permission to do so, do you understand?"

He was quiet for a few seconds. "Yes, I understand."

"It should go without saying that you won't touch your cock. Not even a little," I added. "Your job - until I say otherwise - is to be our chauffeur. To keep us safe as we do as we please in your back seat."

"Of course."

"I'd like ice cream, Stuart. Drive us to a nice place."

Molly and I made out in the back seat while Stuart drove us to get ice cream. I fingered her pussy. I played with her tits. She stroked my cock through my pants. We got each other all hot and bothered.

Then we had ice cream while Stuart waited in the car. We each got a cone, we found a bench outside the shop, and I put my arm around her as we enjoyed our dessert. Stuart had a view of us from the car, though I didn't look his way once. I thought of him, of course. It's always good to keep the cuck in mind.

"When was the last time you fucked someone on the first date?" I asked as we were nearly finished with our ice cream.

"Never."

I said nothing in response. I watched her look towards the car, though, towards her husband.

"You can have me that way if you want me," she said after a few seconds of looking at Stuart.

It's worth keeping in mind that we'd texted and talked for a fair amount before our first meeting. She'd seen my face on a few video calls. It was a first date, of sorts, but not the first time we'd interacted.

"I want you to say it, Molly. To use the word. Don't dance around it."

She smiled. "You can fuck me, Drew. You can fuck me tonight." She licked her ice cream, smiled, and then turned to me once more and said, "Actually, I want you to fuck me. I've been thinking about it for so long that I don't want to wait. I want someone other than Stuart. I want to cuckold him. I want to know what it's like to have a big cock inside me. I want to know what it's like to get fucked while my husband watches."

I looked at the car - at Stuart - and smiled. We ate our ice cream in silence for a few minutes. Then I asked, "Are you good at sucking cock, Molly?"

She crossed her legs and smoothed her skirt with her free hand. "I don't know. I think so, but I don't know. I don't go down on Stuart all that often."

"Hotwives never do. Even those that have never cuckolded their husbands. There seems to be this innate thing, like a would-be hotwife understands that her husband just isn't worthy of the gift of getting his cock sucked."

"I want to be good at it," she said.

"Don't worry. You'll get plenty of practice. So will your husband."

She looked a little surprised. "Do you think he'll do that?"

I nodded. "I know he will. Stuart's been very clear that he craves humiliation and degradation. He gets off on it, Molly, and there's nothing more degrading than being made to suck the cock of the man that fucks your wife better than you do."

"Tonight?"

I chuckled. "No, no. That will take quite some time. When it happens, though, you won't find it off-putting. I promise. You'll be excited for him. You might even be turned on by his willingness to experience that degradation for your pleasure."

"Do you like it?"

"I like making a cuckold suck my dick. I like making him get on his knees and show his submission to me. I like making him fluff me so that I may fuck his wife in a manner he's never been able to fuck her. I like putting him in his place in that way."

I licked my ice cream. She licked hers.

"We're going to have fun together, Molly. I promise. You, me, and Stuart are going to explore pleasures that few people get to enjoy. Your orgasms are going to reach new heights. So are his, and they'll continued to reach new heights as we venture deeper into this lifestyle."

Her lips were cold when they touched my neck. Her tongue was cold, too, but the shiver it sent down my spine was one of pure pleasure.

"I'd really like to suck your dick," she whispered. "To make you feel good while my husband drives us around. I want to pleasure you, Drew."

We finished our ice cream. I pulled out my phone and texted Stuart an address. Molly and I then got in the car. Stuart had the address plugged into his GPS and headed off as Molly unzipped my pants before her head sank into my lap.

Her mouth was warm, wet, and eager as she sucked my cock. I rested my hand on the back of her neck for a short spell before running my fingers down her back and lifting her skirt so I could play with her ass.

"Your wife wasn't sure about her cocksucking skills, Stuart," I said, "but she had no reason to worry. She's quite good, even when sucking a dick that's far bigger than her husband's worthless nub."

I closed my eyes as Molly's head bobbed up and down in my lap. Her fingers found their way around my shaft and she began to stroke me while sucking. It felt as though she was trying to produce an orgasm, that she would have thoroughly enjoyed taking my load in her mouth as a way of proving her skill.

"I know you don't get many blowjobs anymore, cuck, but you won't be getting any while I'm your bull," I told him. "A cuck doesn't deserve to get his cock sucked. Not when his wife has a real man to offer her mouth to."

He groaned from the front seat and Molly moaned around my cock. I lowered her panties and my fingers made their way into her pussy. She was wetter than she'd been in the bar.

"Your wife is soaked, cuck. I think she likes sucking a real man's dick."

He didn't say anything, but he's not really supposed to in that situation. He's just supposed to let me humiliate him for my pleasure."

"I'm gonna fuck your wife tonight, cuck."

I heard a sharp intake of breath from the front seat.

"I'm going to let you watch, too. You should be grateful for that."

"I am. I really am."

I smacked Molly's ass and then plunged my fingers into her pussy. I penetrated her vigorously, producing sounds of wetness that filled the car.

Soon after, we arrived at my home, which was the address I'd texted Stuart. I live on a fairly large property outside of town. I like the sense of privacy. It was also perfect for serving my needs on that particular night.

"Stay in the car with your hands on the wheel, cuck."

Molly and I got out. I took her to the front of the car. I bent her over the hood. I pulled a condom from my pocket and rolled it down my cock. I slid into her from behind. I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled back just enough to make her feel like I was in total control.

"Look at your husband, Molly. Don't take your eyes off of him while I fuck you, while I pound your cunt."

I pounded her cunt. She looked at Stuart, as did I. He mostly looked at her, which was what I wanted. This was his first cuckolding. This was his first time watching another man fuck his wife. I liked that it was decidedly unromantic, that her hands were on the hood of the SUV as I took her from behind, that I was fucking her with speed and power, that she was moaning loudly while taking my dick.

I spanked her ass occasionally. I felt my orgasm building. I'm pretty sure I heard hers building, too.

As I got closer, I used my free hand to rub her clit while I fucked her. I listened to her breathing, to her moans. I felt her legs begin to tremble. I knew when she was going to cum. I timed my orgasm to hers. I buried my dick inside her and came while she had her orgasm. Her husband watched us both cum while he sat there gripping the steering wheel.

I leaned forward and kissed Molly as we came down from our orgasms. We connected and it felt deep in that really good way, like we were both silently thanking each other for the pleasure we'd experienced.

I pulled out and Molly spun around and looked down at my cock.

I looked at Stuart and beckoned for him to get out of the car. He did so and walked our way, though he took his time closing the short distance. He looked at my cock as soon as it came into view. I'm sure he looked at the load resting at the tip. The load his wife's pussy had produced.

"Kiss him," I told Molly.

She rushed into his arms. They kissed. His hands moved over her body. He grabbed her ass. She stroked him through his jeans.

"Give him a handjob, Molly," I said. "Make him cum on my driveway. Make him cum while you tell him how good it felt to get fucked by a real man."

She moved beside her husband and freed his cock. I stepped closer as her fingers wrapped around his shaft. It was impossible to deny that I was a great deal bigger than him.

"He fucked me so good," Molly said. "You saw it, Stuart. You saw how hard I came with his cock inside me. You saw how much I enjoyed having him take me from behind. You saw how much it got me off to have him pull my hair and spank my ass while he fucked me."

Stuart closed his eyes. His legs wobbled a little. He wasn't going to last.

"I got fucked by a real man tonight, Stuart," she said. "A real man with a big cock. A real man that knows how to take a woman, how to bend her over, how to give her what she craves. I got fucked by a real man and made you into a cuckold."

Stuart grunted and cum rocketed from his cock and fell onto my driveway. It happened over and over as Molly smiled while milking her husband quite effectively.

She kissed his cheek as he finished cumming and then their lips met for a passionate exchange as she released his cock. Stuart then tucked himself back into his pants - perhaps feeling self-conscious about his size - and glanced at me and my cock before turning his attention back to his wife.

"Remove my condom, Molly," I instructed.

She came over without hesitation and pulled it off.

"That will be your job before long, Stuart," I said. "There will be many humiliating tasks for you to take on, in fact. For now, though, I'll let you savor the post-orgasmic bliss of your first cuckold experience. You will, however, dispose of my condom in your house. I'd like you to place it in your bathroom trash bin. I'd like you to see it a handful of times over the next few days to serve as a reminder that your wife cuckolded you, that another man got to cum while in her pussy and you got to cum on a driveway as a result of a handjob. I'd also like you to worship her pussy at least once a day for the next week. I'd like you to provide her with at least five orgasms for each orgasm you have. Do you understand?"

"I do, yes," he said while nodding.

I pulled Molly close. We kissed. She was gently hesitant at first, but then she opened up to me. Her body leaned into mine. Her lips parted. She moaned softly. She even stroked my softening dick a little, though I couldn't tell if she was eager to get fucked again or if she just wanted to show her appreciation.

"Drive safely," I said. "I'll be in touch for our next meeting."

I tucked my cock into my pants and headed inside, leaving the couple to clean up and get in their car.

Later that night I received a picture of the used, tied off condom in their trash bin. That week I received reports from Molly that Stuart was being quite generous with his tongue. I received texts of gratitude from both of them, too, as they talked of a rather intense erotic heat between them as they relived the memories of our first night together.

Thankfully, there would be many more nights to come between me and my new cuckold couple.