Begging for a Breeding

Nash has his arm around Anika's waist as they wait for the elevator. Anthony stands a few feet away from them and to an outside observer it would look like he doesn't know the couple standing next to him. He does, though. He's married to Anika. He's madly in love with her, in fact. He's a cuckold, though, and tonight he's going to watch his wife and her bull have sex in the hotel room that Anthony paid for.

The elevator doors open and Nash and Anika enter first. Anthony takes a moment to admire how good his wife looks in the pleated faux leather skirt and white tank top she wore to the bar where they spent the past two hours. He then steps into the elevator, hits the button for their floor, and urgently taps the close door button in hopes that no one else will join them on their ride.

Anthony steps to the other side of the elevator car as his wife steps into Nash's arms and kisses his neck. Anthony has already watched his wife and her bull make out in the bar, but it's hotter when they kiss in the elevator. He knows it's because they're that much closer to fucking, to stripping each other naked and indulging in the desire that's built up over the week since they last saw each other.

"Turn around, cuck," Nash demands. "Face the fucking wall."

Nash likes to take control. He likes to boss Anthony around. He likes to humiliate him. He does it for his pleasure, but in the six months Anika’s been with her bull she's come to find it increasingly arousing when Nash humiliates Anthony.

"You're so bad," she says playfully. "You know he likes to watch."

"He's a fucking cuck," Nash replies before a loud smack fills the elevator. Anthony can't see, but he suspects his wife's bull has lifted her skirt and brought his hand down on her bottom. "He doesn't always get to do what he likes. If he could fuck his wife worth a damn maybe he would, but he can't so he has to do what I say."

Anthony hears them kissing. He hears his wife moan. He's fairly certain he hears her being fingered, too. Then there's the sound of sucking and Anthony assumes that his wife is cleaning her pussy juices from her bull's finger.

Nash likes when Anika acts in a submissive manner towards him. It's not a dom/sub relationship, but he is a take charge man in the bedroom and he expects that Anika will do as he desires, that she will put in effort to please him. Luckily, Anika has yearned for a man like that - Anthony is not that kind of man - and it always turns her on to act in whatever manner Nash craves. He's an imaginative man, so he tends to shift his desires for her behavior, keeping her on her toes and ensuring that boredom never even approaches their nights together.

"Who does your pussy belong to?" Nash asks.

"You. It belongs to you," Anika answers before moaning. The sound of fingering fills the elevator as the doors open. Anthony can only see the silver wall in front of him, but he catches a glimpse in the reflection of his wife and her bull leaving.

"Come, cuck," Nash says.

Anthony has an erection and it's created a bulge in his pants as he follows his wife and her bull out of the elevator. It's not the first time that's happened, though, and strangers have seen the bulge before. Anthony has long since stopped caring, especially when they book an out-of-town hotel like they've done tonight.

Nash has his arm around Anika's waist once more, but this time his fingers move southwards and he pulls up the back of her skirt, showing off her ass with the delicate white thong running down the crack. Nash's sizable hand grasps her cheek and squeezes it hard. He does this often - Nash always demands that Anika wear skirts and dresses - and Anthony has always assumed that the bull is partly showing his dominance and partly getting off on the fact that a beautiful woman is more than willing to let him grab her ass in public.

They enter the room and Anthony has to rush to make sure the door doesn't close in his face. He steps inside to find his wife pressed against the wall with Nash's lips sealed against hers. She's grabbing at his cock and he's fingering her pussy as their tongues entwine. She's moaning quite a bit and it seems that Nash is expertly driving her to the brink of arousal.

He steps back and looks at Anthony. "Take her panties off, cuck. Hands behind your back. Teeth only. And don't you dare try and taste her pussy. You don't get to enjoy that unless I give you permission. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," he replies.

Nash smiles. He likes it when Anthony is deferential to him. He's been vocal that half the fun of being with a cuckold couple is getting to put the husband in his place through domination and humiliation.

"Oh, and cuck, you'll be sucking my dick tonight," Nash adds.

Anthony has sucked cock before. It's humiliating each and every time, though, and he always worries that doing so will irrevocably change the way Anika sees him, that it will impact their marriage in some hard-to-measure fashion. In his heart, though, Anthony knows that his marriage changed the day he asked Anika to cuckold him, that she saw him differently the moment he explained that he would be massively turned on if he could watch as someone better fucked her to far superior orgasms than the one Anthony can provide her.

Anika is still leaning against the wall, though her chest and cheeks are flushed red and her nipples are rock hard. Anthony falls to his knees in front of her and she helpfully gathers her skirt and lifts it as he clasps his hands behind his back.

With some effort, Anthony manages to remove her panties with his teeth. He pulls and pulls and pulls and eventually the white thong rests on the floor. He looks up to see his wife's shaved pussy - he shaved it earlier that day in the shower - and notes the puffiness of her labia and the way she's already opened up for her bull, her body displaying its desire for the man that will fuck her to multiple orgasms that night.

"Should I let him taste you?" Nash asks from his seat at the foot of the bed.

Anika looks down at her husband and ruffles his hair. "No," she says. "It's what he wants, and sometimes a cuck doesn't deserve what he wants." She laughs and Anthony is tempted to tell her how much he loves her. He holds his tongue, though, as it doesn't fit with the vibe of the evening.

Nash holds out his hand and Anika walks towards him while Anthony remains on his knees with his hands clasped behind his back. He watches his wife sit across her bull's thigh. They kiss as Nash's hand slips under her tank top so he can grasp her breast in the thin lace bra she has on.

"I want your cock," Anika says softly before kissing her bull's neck. "I want it inside me. I need it inside me."

Nash smiles and looks towards Anthony. "Does she ever say that to you, cuck?"

"No. Never."

Nash laughs. "It's good to be a bull."

His hand moves up Anika's back and he grabs a handful of her blonde hair. He pulls down and she winces while exposing her neck. Nash leans in and kisses her soft flesh, his tongue dancing over it. He clamps down and sucks hard, leaving a red mark behind. It will bruise a little. He's marked her, as he so often likes to do, and that mark will be on display tomorrow morning as you all leave the hotel.

"I need to pee," she says.

Anika stands and heads for the bathroom.

"Follow her, cuck," Nash orders. "Clean her pussy when she's done. No toilet paper for her."

Anthony crawls after his wife. He admires the leather ankle boots she paired with her skirt and notes how astoundingly sexy they are.

Anika sits on the toilet as Anthony waits in the doorway. "Come and kiss them," she says while pointing to her boots.

He crawls into the bathroom and bends over to kiss his wife's boots while she pisses. It's humiliating, but it's supposed to be.

"This is what you were meant for, isn't it?" she asks as Anthony sits up. "This is what really turns you on. Letting another man boss you around. Letting him fuck me however he wants. Blowing him before he pounds me. Watching - or not watching, if he denies you - as he satisfies me. This is the kind of sex life you've always wanted, isn't it?"

"Yes," Anthony admits.

Anika stands and he leans forward and cleans the droplets of piss from her pussy. She puts a hand on the back of his head and says, "I didn't know it, but this is the kind of sex life I've always wanted, too, so thank you for sharing your fantasy with me, cuck."

The taste of piss lingers on his tongue as Anika walks out of the bathroom. Anthony follows on his knees. He's not sure if he needs to continue crawling, but Nash didn't give him permission to get up so he doesn't want to take the chance.

Anika is bent over the desk when Anthony crawls into the room. Her skirt is up around her waist and Nash is standing next to her and fingering her from behind. He runs his hand over her ass cheeks, caressing them while she moans and occasionally looks back at him to silently plead for his cock to take her pussy, to claim what's his.

"Did you cum this week?" Nash asks.

"No, of course, not," she replies

He instructed her not to during their last meeting and though she wanted to cum, Anika was good for her bull.

"I'm desperate," she says. "I need you inside me, Nash. I need you to fuck me, to take my pussy, to make it yours like you always do."

He smiles. Anthony wonders what it must be like to fuck a woman with such skill that she displays such intense desperation for your dick. He's never had that experience. He's a cuck, though, and he always has been, even if he wasn't always in touch with his desire.

"Come here, cuck," Nash says. "Take my dick out. Fluff me for your wife's needy cunt."

Anthony crawls towards the bull. He unzips his pants. He reaches inside. He frees the thick cock that will soon fill his wife's pussy. Anthony used to hesitate when ordered to suck cock. He's used to it now, though, so he takes the dick in his mouth without hesitation.

"Look at your cocksucking husband, Anika. Look at what a cock whore he's become. Look at how desperate he is to get me hard and wet for your cunt. Look at how fucking pathetic he is."

Anthony moans around the dick in his mouth. That moment - when he expresses his pleasure - is the most humiliating of the evening. Far more so than licking droplets of piss from his wife's pussy or turning to face the wall in the elevator at Nash's command. He's turned on while sucking dick and that feels deeply humiliating, but it's supposed to.

Nash spanks Anika's ass. He does so over and over, the sound of his big hand meeting her vulnerable, soft backside reverberating around the room. She stifles her cries of pain, but Anthony can hear them. It's not a brutal spanking - Nash isn't into that kind of play - but it borders between pain and pleasure and that enhances the thrill of it for both of them.

"That's good, cuck," Nash says. "Now back up. Rest your head right next to her thigh and keep your mouth open."

Anthony positions himself next to his wife and Nash slides into her pussy from behind. His thrust is hard and deep and fast and she cries out both in surprise and a touch of discomfort at her pussy being stretched to its limits so suddenly.

He grabs her hips as she steadies herself against the desk. Nash fucks her hard and fast and one hand moves up her back and into her blonde hair, grabbing a fistful and pulling back for leverage.

Then he pulls out and turns towards Anthony. "Suck it, cuck."

Anthony takes the glistening cock in his mouth. He sucks his wife's juices off of it. His cock throbs as he humiliates himself. He's a cocksucker. He's a cuckold cocksucker that will do damn near anything his wife's bull commands.

The cock pulls out of his mouth and slides back into Anika. Her moans resume. They fuck furiously. Anthony can see that his wife yearns to rub her clit, but she must ask permission to pursue her pleasure and she hasn't done so yet.

Anthony cleans the cock half a dozen times as Nash fucks for a minute, pulls out, gets his dick sucked clean, and resumes fucking. There's an urgency and aggressiveness to the sex on this particular evening that has everyone in a higher state of arousal. Anthony can feel it coursing through his body as he always does when he fully surrenders to the joys of being a cuckold.

"Cum," Nash instructs Anika.

She plays with her clit while getting fucked from behind. She cums in less than ten seconds. Her screams fill the room. Her legs shake. Her pussy drips juices onto the carpet. Anthony watches knowing full well that his wife has never climaxed in that fashion with him, that surrendering herself to Nash arouses her to such a degree that she can have an orgasm that takes over her body, blinds her for a few moments, and leaves her completely spent.

Nash pulls out and steps back. He gestures for Anthony to suck him clean and the cuckold does so. The blowjob is quick and Nash then strips naked and sits in the desk chair.

"Strip her naked, cuck. You may use your hands."

Anthony stands and removes his wife's clothing, leaving her lithe body naked and for the taking.

"Strip him naked, Anika. Tease him a little. Take your time with it."

Anika smiles at Anthony and kisses his neck as she unbuttons his shirt. She runs her hands up his stomach and pushes the shirt from his shoulders. It falls to the floor and her lips find his for a quick kiss. As much as he wants to touch her, his hands remain at his sides for he has not been given permission to touch her. She unbuttons his jeans and sinks to her knees. She helps him out of his shoes and socks and then lowers his pants. Anika looks up, smiles, and leans in to mouth his cock through his tight boxer briefs. She offers a series of kisses and the pressure she applies is remarkably pleasurable.

Soon enough, he's naked. His cock springs free and stands rigid at attention. He is thoroughly aroused and though he wants his wife to take him in her mouth, she refrains from doing so.

"Come to me," Nash says.

Anika stands and walks to her bull. She sits in his lap and he cups one of her breasts as her lips near his. They share a deep kiss as Nash's strong hand moves over her body, touching and teasing her and eliciting soft moans into his mouth as their tongues entwine.

His fingers enter her pussy and he asks, "Would you like me to cum inside you tonight?"

A moment passes before Anika moans. She doesn't answer, though. Anthony feels a sense of panic. They agreed months ago that Nash didn't have to use condoms, but he pulls out because Anika is not on the pill.

Nash rubs her clit with his thumb as three fingers push deep inside her. Anika kisses his neck and Anthony admires the beauty of their naked bodies in the desk chair.

"Do you want me to cum deep in your womb, Anika?" the bull asks softly.

She nods. It's subtle, but she nods. Anthony holds his breath as his stomach tightens. Is Anika saying what he thinks she's saying? Is she asking her bull to do that which only a husband is supposed to do?

"I want to hear you say it," Nash instructs.

Anika looks at him. She studies his face. She reaches up to caress it, her fingers moving slowly over his stubble. "I want you to cum deep in my womb," she says. "I want you...I want you to give me your seed."

Anthony's legs tremble. He shouldn't be turned on by his wife's declaration. He is, though.

"How long have you wanted it?" Nash asks.

"Months," she answers.

Nash stands with Anika in his arms, a simple display of his strength. He carries her to the bed and sets her down. His strokes his cock as she stares at it, her legs quivering with anticipatory desire.

"Prepare her pussy, cuck," Nash says. "Show me that you want it too."

Anthony stares at his wife and her bull. He looks down at his cock, which is raging with desire and has already dripped a fair amount of precum onto the carpet. He slowly moves towards the bed. He stares between his wife's thighs as Nash steps aside.

"It's okay to want this," Anika says. "To want him to give me his seed. To want his seed to take hold inside me. I want it, Anthony. I've wanted it for a long time. I know you want it too. This is how it should be. This is the right thing. He's the bull. You're the cuck. If anyone is going to seed me, it's him."

Anthony lowers his mouth to his wife's pussy and pushes his tongue inside her. She's already wet, of course, and his tongue is not needed. The purpose of preparing her is to show his submission, to show that he supports her desire for Nash to seed her womb.

"He agrees," Anika says. "Though he's always known, I think, that this day would come. You owned my pussy from the moment you entered me. It was always yours to seed and that's more true than ever."

Anthony is permitted to worship his wife's pussy for a few minutes and then pushed aside. Nash moves between her legs and slides into her. He fills her with a slow, deep thrust.

The sex is slow and passionate. Nash has clearly decided that the first time he seeds her is going to be a lot closer to making love than fucking. He kisses her. He runs his fingers through her hair. He plays with her breasts, but in a gentle manner.

"Tell me what you want," he says as he begins to speed up his thrusts.

"I want you to cum inside me."

Anthony watches from the floor at the foot of the bed. His wife's legs are spread. Her pussy is wet as Nash's cock stretches it with every thrust.

"Tell me what you want," he repeats.

"I want you to seed my womb. I want you to breed me, Nash. I want you to breed my pussy!"

Anthony very nearly strokes himself without permission. He's more turned on by the prospect of another man impregnating his wife than he imagined. He clasps his hands behind his back to prevent unauthorized self-pleasure.

"Nash, baby, please, breed me!" Anika cries out. "Please, give me your seed. Give me your baby!"

Nash cums inside her. Guttural sounds emerge from his lungs as Anika wraps herself as tightly around him as she can manage while accepting his seed in her unprotected womb. It takes a moment for Anthony to realize that his wife is cumming, too. He was so focused on the cum being planted inside her that he hadn't seen her pussy spasming around the cock deep inside it.

"That was incredible," she says. "That was...I don't think I've ever cum like that before."

Nash lifts his head and kisses her. "It feels different when your body is receiving the thing it truly craves."

They kiss again as Anthony watches from the foot of the bed. His marriage has just changed again. His life has changed. He will now be raising another man's baby. It might take a while for Nash's seed to take hold, but it will. Anika will be pregnant with another man's baby. Her bull's baby.

Nothing will ever be the same, but that's not a bad thing.