Her Blue Collar Bull - Part 5

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"So...what's it like to watch some other dude fuck your wife?"

Alan looked up at his beautiful young assistant as she stabbed her fork into her salad. She met his gaze while lifting the food to her lips and smiled for a moment before putting on a bit of a show as she took the bite into her mouth, sucking on the fork like it was a cock, albeit only for a moment.

"It's hard to explain," he said while pushing his salad around the takeout container. "It's arousing in a way I’m pretty sure I can't explain, in fact. I like having sex with Hallie, of course, but I get way more turned on at the idea of her having sex with someone else, and then even more turned on when I get to watch her have sex with someone else."

"And she gets the best of both worlds," Melanie noted. "A rich dude to buy her all kinds of pretty things and a dude that can fuck her the way she needs to be fucked."

Alan nodded. It was a fairly succinct way of summing up what his marriage to Hallie had evolved into.

"You know, we have something in common," Melanie said.

"What's that?"

She smiled. "We've both taken a facial."

Alan thought immediately of his wife's bull cumming on his face, of the hot sprays of semen that lashed him over and over again as Hallie jerked Eddie off over Alan's face. He thought of the intense humiliation he'd felt, of how Hallie had then jerked Alan off while he wore Eddie's cum, of how he'd licked his load off the floor mere moments after his orgasm. It had been massively humiliating, of course, but for Alan, that kind of humiliation translated to arousal after the fact and he sat there with an erection growing under his desk.

"Did Hallie tell you about that?" he asked of his young assistant, though he knew the answer to the question.

Melanie nodded and popped another bite of salad into her mouth. She held Alan's gaze while chewing, clearly amused at the fact that he'd let a man cum on his face.

Given that Alan and Melanie no longer had a strictly professional relationship, he figured there was little harm in asking a question that would otherwise have gotten him sued.

"Is taking a facial something you do often?"

She shook her head, swallowed, and said, "No, not really. I don't find it offensive in the way some women do, but you pretty much have to shower afterwards so it's not something I like doing all the time. But, I've dated guys that really, really want to cum on my face and when I like the guy enough I'm willing to let him make a mess of me. I do prefer it when a guy wants to cum on my tits or ass, though, as that's way easier to clean up."

Melanie stabbed a piece of grilled chicken with her fork and lifted it to her mouth. Then she smiled and added, "You weren't allowed to clean up for quite some time, were you? You had to wear Eddie's load for hours. I've never had to do that. I've never let another man's cum dry on my face, though I've never been a cuck."

Alan wondered if his wife had instructed Melanie to tease him and if she'd done so to arouse him or because she wanted to put him in his place a little bit. Hallie never spoke of being insecure about her future with Alan, but it was possible she wanted Melanie to remind him of what he was, of his status as a cuck. He liked being a cuck, though. He liked the humiliations that were visited upon him by his wife. They always turned him on in remarkable ways.

"I was prepared to let you cum on my face," Melanie said. "As often as you wanted, in fact." She ran her fork through her salad and looked up at him once more. "I was prepared to do just about anything for you, actually, as long as it meant that I got to be your new wife."

Alan believed that. He hadn't sussed it out, but Hallie had clearly recognized that Melanie had designs on destroying his marriage and making herself Alan's wife, thereby securing a more luxurious future for herself.

"Has Hallie arranged any dates for you yet?" he asked.

Hallie probably could have ruined Melanie, but she'd bargained with her instead. In exchange for laying off of Alan and helping in his humiliation, Hallie would find Melanie a wealthy husband.

"She has," Melanie replied. "His name is Charles. He's not quite as wealthy as you, but we've been on three dates. I'm not sure yet if he's the one for me. I'm clear that I want to marry a wealthy man, but I do think I'd like to enjoy spending time with him, too. I think it might get depressing to be nothing more than the pretty arm candy that he wants to fuck at the end of each day."

For just a moment Alan considers what it would be like to come home to a woman like Melanie. She's beautiful and her body is lithe and fit. She strikes him as an energetic lover, one that would work hard to ensure her man's pleasure, at least for the first few years of marriage. The thought was a pleasant one, but Alan understood that he'd unearthed a one-in-a-million type of woman in Hallie and he had no intention of leaving her, of even considering leaving her, in fact.

"He does have a nice cock, though," Melanie added.

Alan's eyebrows shot up and she smiled.

"I sucked him off after our last date. We went back to his place. He showed me around his house. I know it's shallow, but my pussy got wet at the size of it, at the luxurious touches all around me. He made cocktails and we went out to his gorgeous back patio. After a few sips I was sitting in his lap. We made out. He played with my tits. I stroked him through his jeans. Then I told him I wanted to suck his cock, to pleasure him with my mouth, to swallow his cum, and that I wanted to take my time with it, that I wanted to show him how affectionate I could be when a man treats me well."

"And did he enjoy the blowjob?" he asked.

Melanie smiled and nodded. "He did. He sent me a massive bouquet of flowers the next morning. He's texted quite a bit since then, too. I wasn't sure that sucking him off after our third date was the right idea, but it turns out it was. He's hooked on me. He wants what I can give him. He wants to wine and dine me further, to find out if fucking my tight young pussy feels as good as enjoying my mouth."

It was the least appropriate conversation Alan had ever experienced at work and he had the feeling that Melanie might have been trying - in a subtle way - to seduce him. He appreciated her ambition, but she underestimated Hallie, who would likely go to great lengths to destroy Melanie in the name of preserving the life she'd built with Alan.

"But you're not sure if he's the one you want to marry?" Alan asked.

She shook her head. "I need to date a few other men like him. I suspect you're all fairly similar in that you want what you want, when you want it. I suspect that you're all very business-focused, but I can't know for sure until I've dated a handful of men like you. In the meantime, though, I can have fun with Charles. I can make him buy me pretty things and take me to incredible restaurants and weekend getaways before I spread my legs for him. Plus, I actually enjoyed sucking his dick and I see no harm in doing that a few more times before I let him have my pussy."

Melanie was far more ambitious - in a very particular kind of way - than Alan ever imagined. He was grateful for his wife's interdiction in their relationship as he wondered if he'd have had the power to resist a woman so hell bent on getting what she wanted, especially given Melanie's flexibility where sex was concerned.

Once she'd finished her salad, Melanie stood and unbuttoned her blouse, catching Alan off guard.

"Whoa, whoa, what are you doing?"

She set her satin blouse over the back of her chair and removed her bra, freeing her remarkably perky breasts.

"Melanie, stop."

She unzipped her skirt and it fell to the floor. Her panties followed, though she kept her heels on. She stepped around his deck, grabbed the back of his wheeled chair, and pulled until there were several feet of space between him and his desk.

"Stand up," she said.

"No. Melanie. Look, I love my wife, and you need to understand that she will come after you if you don't honor the deal you made with her."

She laughed softly. "That's what I'm doing, Alan. Hallie instructed me to pleasure you this afternoon."

Alan remained in his chair, prompting Melanie to retrieve her phone. She tapped the screen a few times and showed it to him. Hallie had texted her. The instructions were concise and fairly clear. She was to pleasure Alan as she saw fit and then make him eat his cum off his salad.

"Oh," was all he said as he handed his phone back to his assistant.

Melanie dropped to her knees in front of Alan, unzipped his pants, and freed his cock. He was in her mouth a moment later. He would have panicked had it not been for the text Hallie had sent. Melanie was simply doing as instructed. It felt wondrous, too. Confusing, though, as Hallie didn't give Alan blowjobs anymore and she'd talked with some frequency about how he wasn't worthy of them. She was likely just teasing him to turn him on, but still, letting Melanie suck his dick felt like a wild about face.

The blowjob was slow and sensual. She used her hand to stroke him. She kissed and licked the head of his cock. She pleasured him like he imagined she'd pleasured Charles and he wondered if he'd get to cum in her mouth before she spit it into what remained of his salad and made him eat it.

She didn't, though. Instead, Melanie stood, cleared his desk and hopped on it, sitting her ass on the polished wood and spreading her legs. Alan noted the wetness between her legs and wondered if giving him head had turned her on or if she'd merely been rubbing her clit to get herself worked up for what she must have known was coming.

"Your wife let me choose how to pleasure you," Melanie said, "and I want you to fuck me and cum inside me, Alan. Then I'll squat over your salad and your cum will drip out. Then you can eat it while I film you so I have proof for Hallie."

It was insane. Of course it was insane. Alan was turned on, though, and he suspected that Hallie would enjoy how imaginative Melanie was being.

"Get naked," his young assistant said. "Then you can fuck me, though I'd like you to keep in mind that it will be the one and only time your cock is allowed in my tight young pussy. After this it will be reserved for the men your wife sets me up with. I certainly wouldn't mind if you dreamed about fucking me again, Alan, because I promise my pussy is going to make you feel good."

Alan stood and stripped. His cock throbbed as he approached his assistant. She grasped his shaft and guided the head to her pussy lips. She took his hand and placed it on her breast.

Alan pushed inside his assistant. She looked up at him and moaned. Her fingers snaked around the back of his neck and pulled him close for a kiss. Her tongue penetrated his mouth as his cock penetrated her pussy, as he was bathed in the intense heat of her insides.

"Fuck me, Alan," she said softly. "Fuck me slowly, though. Take your time. Enjoy my tight young pussy. It's the only time you'll ever be allowed to have it."

Alan took her instruction and fucked Melanie slowly. He enjoyed how wet she was, how hot her flesh felt around his, how tight she felt. He enjoyed how lovely her breasts felt in his hand. He enjoyed how soft her skin was as he touched her, how good her lips felt as they moved to his neck. He enjoyed having sex with a woman other than his wife.

Melanie's phone rang as they fucked. She reached for it and Alan slowed his thrusts. Melanie answered on speaker and a strange, unexpected sound emerged from the phone.

"What is that?" he asked.

Melanie set her phone down and kissed his neck. "Fuck me, Alan."

He began to thrust, but his focus was on the noise coming from her phone.

"Fuck, Hallie, that's so fucking good," a familiar voice said. "You need to get it in your throat, though. All of it. Every fucking inch. Swallow me, slut. Show me what a good girl you can be for your bull."

Alan's cock throbbed inside of Melanie's pussy as he looked at her. She smiled for a moment and then dug her fingernails into his chest and dragged them southwards for a few inches.

"Ow, fuck!" he said.

Melanie laughed. "Your wife's fascinating, Alan. I'm learning a lot from her. I'm learning to pay closer attention to what a man wants, to figure out how to give him exactly what he wants as a way of ensuring that he remains enraptured with me for as long as possible. I'm also learning that keeping a man a little bit off balance can be a great way to keep him enthralled."

She grabbed his ass and Alan began to fuck her again while listening to his wife suck her bull's cock. Hallie was clearly throating Eddie, a skilled she'd long since mastered at his behest.

"Fucking hell, Hallie, you're a world class cocksucker," Eddie said.

"I am for you," she replied softly. "And I will be for as long as you want me, Eddie. You know that. You know that my mouth is yours. That my pussy is yours. That my ass is yours."

Melanie brought her hand down on Alan's ass, doing so far harder than expected and making him yelp. She had to have put their end of the conversation on mute so that Hallie couldn't hear all the noise he was making.

"Which hole of mine do you want to cum in, baby?" Hallie asked.

There was a pause as Melanie grabbed Alan's hair and pulled back. She then attached her lips to his neck and sucked hard enough for it to hurt. He suspected she'd marked him, leaving a hickey behind.

"Your ass," Eddie answered. "You know I can't help but want to cum in your ass, baby. I love that I'm the only one that gets to fuck your tight little shithole."

Hallie moaned. She loved it too. That's why she gave it to him so often and why Alan stood no chance at enjoying his wife's ass.

"I want you to do the work, though," Eddie continued. "Lube your hole and ride me reverse cowgirl. Milk me with that ass. Make me blow my load deep inside you."

"With pleasure."

Melanie kissed Alan. Her tongue fucked his mouth with impressive aggression. She smacked his ass and dug her fingernails into his back. It added a chaotic element to what had begun as rather lovely sex. Alan was surprised at how much he enjoyed it, though, at how good it felt to get caught up in the swirl of chaos as he experienced both physical pleasure and pain with Melanie while the psychological thrill of listening to his wife offer her ass filled his head.

"Oh, fuck, baby, you're so big," Hallie said. "You feel so good in my ass."

The sound of a hard smack emanated from Melanie's phone and Hallie moaned. Melanie then beat Alan's ass a handful of times. He fucked her harder in response.

"That's it, slut," Eddie said. "Milk me with that tight hole. Make me cum in your ass."

"Cum in me, Alan," Melanie said. "Cum in my pussy. Cum in my tight young pussy."

Alan listened to the sounds of anal sex, to the sounds of his cock moving in and out of Melanie's pussy. He closed his eyes and basked in the intense pleasure of the moment. He buried himself inside her and climaxed as she kissed his neck and held him close, her fingers massaging his ass like doing so would produce a bigger load.

"Thank you, Alan," she said softly. "That was really nice."

"It was," he replied.

She grabbed his salad and he pulled out. His cum spilled from her pussy and onto the lettuce. She hopped off his desk, set the salad on the floor, and squatted over it. More cum poured out of her as Alan put on his underwear and sat in his chair.

"Eddie, baby, please, cum in my ass!" Hallie cried out. "Cum in my tight little shithole. Give me your fucking load, baby. Make me feel good and give me your load!"

Eddie grunted and groaned. Alan's cock softened as he listened to another man cum in his wife's ass. He watched his load drip out of Melanie. He felt a hint of disgust at the idea of eating a cummy salad and a deep sense of happiness at the shape his life had taken, for he loved every bit of kink that Hallie brought into their marriage.

Melanie looked up at him, flashed a devilish grin, and then pissed in his salad. It wasn't much, but there was no question that a dose of yellow liquid poured from her pussy and onto his salad. She laughed while doing so and Alan's disgust returned.

When she'd finished, Melanie picked up the salad and set it on his desk. "The piss was my idea," she said. "I think your wife will appreciate it, though. Now eat up while I film it."

She picked up her phone and Alan slid his chair forward. He grabbed his fork and leaned in. The smell of piss and cum filled his nose. He breathed through his mouth as he collected some of his salad on the fork. He lifted it to his lips and pushed it into his mouth. The taste was awful, of course, but Alan ate it while Melanie filmed him.

"How does your cum and piss salad taste?" she asked.

He looked at the camera. "Awful."

Melanie laughed out loud. "Eat more of it, cuck. Finish it."

Alan ate his salad while Melanie filmed. To his surprise, she masturbated to an orgasm while doing so. The call with Eddie and Hallie had ended a few minutes prior, so the only sound in the office was of Alan eating his disgusting salad and Melanie rubbing her pussy while he did so.

"You didn't make me cum, Alan, but watching you eat my piss and your cum got me off," she said breathlessly.

Alan couldn't help but smile. He didn't like the taste of the salad, but he enjoyed the humiliation and he very much enjoyed that Melanie had been roped into it by Hallie. He resolved to buy his wife something beautiful on the way home from work to show his appreciation for her ambition, for her endless pursuit of kink.

He was, after all, a very lucky man, even if most men would have thought him deeply unlucky. Alan knew better, though. He knew he'd found the perfect woman in Hallie and that the only sane thing to do was to pursue her happiness in every imaginable way.