Submission is Bliss...and so is Domination - Part 5

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As long as everyone is trustworthy, it's not all that scary to start having unprotected sex with a bull. I've done it quite a few times over the years and it really does make the sex better, especially the first handful of times, though it always remains better than having to use a condom.

Those first handful of times, though...those are special. It's not just because he gets to feel the heat and wetness of my pussy around his cock. That's part of it, but it's different when you're with a bull, when you're cuckolding your husband. It's different because you're offering your bull the privilege that only your husband is supposed to enjoy. That's the thrill that powers those first half a dozen, maybe dozen times he cums inside you. That's the best sex I have with a bull.

It happened with Edgar. It happened pretty quickly, actually. The connection is potent between us. He was up front about his total lack of desire for other women, about how the sex with me was so good that another woman couldn't possibly compete and thus there would be no point in trying.

Neil didn't have a choice in the matter, of course. He's a cuck. He simply gets told what's going to happen. He wouldn't have argued, though. He loves it when I have unprotected sex with a bull. It's not just special for my bull. It's special for my cuck. It represents a unique kind of humiliation and it comes with a whole host of potential humiliations (clean up being one of them).

Edgar took me on a date before our first night of unprotected sex. We went to a restaurant for a long meal. We drank a bottle of wine together. We had an exquisite dessert. We talked and touched and shared kisses all night long. We fooled around a little in the Uber on the ride back to his place (nothing egregious).

He offered a drink, but I turned it down and we went straight to his bedroom. We undressed each other as we kissed. I got on my knees and took him into my mouth as I looked up at him with lust-filled eyes. I gave a slow blowjob. I stroked his cock and played with his balls. I sucked on them, too, teasing the head with my fingers as I showed just how badly I wanted to make him feel good.

Edgar carried me into his bed, took off my panties, and crawled between my legs. He took me in missionary and the sex was slow and beautiful. The pace picked up as he got closer to his orgasm - it always does with a man like Edgar - and he pounded me for a little before burying his dick in my pussy and having a body shaking orgasm. I could literally feel his legs trembling as he came inside me. I couldn't stop smiling, though the two orgasms I'd had certainly aided in the creation of my jubilant mood.

Edgar claimed it was the best orgasm of his life. It wasn't the first time I'd heard that from a bull. In case you're wondering, there are few things that burnish a woman's confidence more than giving a man the best orgasms of his life, especially when that woman is a hotwife that very much wants attractive men to desire her. As it turns out, getting to cum inside a married woman's pussy is a very good way to give a man the best orgasm of his life, especially an alpha male type that would find pleasure in putting a lesser type of man in his place.

Most women head to the toilet to let a man's cum leak out of them after unprotected sex. I'm not most women. I'm a hotwife with an eager cuckold at home, so I put my panties on. I wanted Edgar's cum to leak into the delicate fabric. I wanted to protect every available means of having post-fuck fun with my cuck husband.

It would have been nice to spend the night with Edgar - and to have his cock inside me a few more times - but I always go home to Neil after my first unprotected sexual encounter with a bull. I care for my cuck's pleasure, after all, and he offers his submission and embraces humiliation because it turns him on just as much as it turns me on.

Per my texted instructions, Neil was naked and waiting on his knees as I walked through the door. His hands rested on his thighs and his gaze was directed downwards, also at my instruction.

I stepped in front of him - restricting his view to my feet - and stripped. My dress fell to the floor. My bra followed. I then grabbed a handful of my cuck husband's hair and pulled back slowly, redirecting his view to my panties.

I should point out that I like to wear sheer panties when I intend on having my bull's cum leak into them. It provides a tantalizing image for my cuck as the cum is pressed against the fabric like a delicious appetizer that will leave his mouth watering.

I stepped closer. "Taste him."

Neil leaned in and ran his tongue over my panties. I saw a familiar look in his eyes. The one that tells me he's both turned on and a little bit disgusted. Cum tastes awful, after all. People get used to the taste after they've consumed quite a lot of it, but it's a rare person that would testify to the deliciousness of semen and Neil is certainly not among those that delight in the unique flavor of it.

I pulled back on his hair and he looked up at me. "Stroke your cock."

Neil masturbated and I moved his tongue to my pussy once more. He licked with greater force, applying delightful pressure to my clit while soaking a little more of the cum that was seeping through the thin fabric of my panties.

"Are you hungry, cuck?"

He nodded.

"You like eating cum for me, don't you?"

He moaned and nodded once more. Neil doesn't like the taste of cum, but he likes when I make him eat it. I like it too, of course. In fact, my pussy gets wet every single time my cuck husband submits to eating cum. It's more exciting when it's another man's cum, though. There's something so powerful about that, both the symbolism of him licking a sexually superior man's cum from my pussy and the literal act, which is something men are programmed to find revolting. Neil's a cuck, though, so his programming is a little different and I've helped him fully embrace that it's his place to lick the load of a superior man from his wife's pussy if she demands it.

I stepped back and Neil actually whined a little. I smiled and slipped two fingers into my panties and coated them in Edgar's cum. I reached out and ran those fingers over Neil's forehead and down each of his cheeks, leaving a streak of cum behind. My fingers then slipped into his mouth and he sucked voraciously.

"My little cum slut," I whispered. "Your eagerness makes my pussy wet, cuck."

He moaned like a cuck should when his wife compliments him. My fingers found their way into his hair once more, but this time I used my grip to guide Neil through our house and into our bedroom. I felt very much like I was walking my pet, which I suppose I was, as a good cuck is often like a dog, waiting on his knees for a treat to be tossed his way.

I sat on the edge of the bed, pointed to my feet, and said, "Worship."

Neil bent over and began to kiss, lick, and suck my toes. He worked his way up my feet. He kissed my ankles, too, though he went no higher because I hadn't given him permission to do so.

Before embracing my dominant side, I'd enjoyed foot rubs. Every woman does. After indulging in my dominant desires, though, I came to love foot play. I especially love making my husband drop down so low as he sucks and licks my toes and feet. I like it when my feet are dirty or sweaty and Neil doesn't hesitate to do as instructed, that he understands that he must taste a bit of filth and that he'll do happily if he wants to experience the pleasure of being permitted to worship any part of me.

That's why I was more than happy to sit there for a solid five minutes as Neil worshiped my feet while another man's cum continued to seep from the pussy that he'd fucked so skillfully and seeded so deeply.

"On your back," I instructed.

Neil moved to his back by the side of the bed and I rubbed the soles of my feet over his mouth. He extended his tongue like a good cuck and licked repeatedly, cleaning whatever grime I'd picked up and doing so while moaning.

"You may masturbate."

He stroked his dick as I continued to use his mouth. I played with my pussy, too, because it really does turn me on to dominate my husband in that way, to use him as a foot rest, as a foot cleaner, as a toy. It turns me on that he does exactly as I desire without hesitation, that he submits to even small bits of humiliation because he knows that it dampens my cunt and makes me want to dominate him even more.

"Stand up," I said.

Neil stood and I spread my legs before pulling him between them.

"Hands behind your back."

He followed my instruction and I grasped his cock and rubbed the head over my panties and the thick deposit of cum pressed against them. I did so rapidly and my husband moaned as his thighs trembled just a bit from the pleasure.

"How long has it been since this inadequate cock of yours was inside me?"

"Two weeks," he answered.

I thought of how good the sex with Edgar had been that night, of how good it had been every single time he'd fucked me. Then I thought of having sex with Neil. Like I've said before, it's not bad sex. It's just not that good.

The sex with Neil doesn't change when I have a bull, but it gets worse because it's now being compared to far better sex with a far superior man. Thus, after having just been fucked by Edgar, sex with my husband actually was quite bad.

"You won't be fucking me anymore," I said.

"What?"

I smiled at the sense of dismay on my husband's face. I'd surprised him with my declaration. If I'm being honest, I'd surprised myself, too. It had long been my policy to allow Neil to fuck me from time to time, mostly because I steadfastly believed that a man needed sex every so often to operate at peak efficiency. I was about to test that theory.

"For as long as I'm with Edgar," I amended, as it felt a bit clearer, "your inadequate cock won't be allowed inside me."

It was subtle, but I felt him swell up in my hand. I immediately moved my fingers to the underside of the head and teased him.

"The way I feel when Edgar's inside me...it's not fair to even try to compare it to how it feels when you're inside me, cuck. It's like you're not even the same species as Edgar. To call you sexually inferior doesn't come close to encapsulating the differences between the two of you."

"Please...Jess..."

I squeezed the head of his cock and he winced in pain. "You'll do as you're told, cuck."

I saw just how agonizing it was for Neil to be cut off from my pussy. The arousal I felt at denying him was intense. So much so that I pushed him to his knees, inched my hips forward so my pussy rested right at the edge of the bed, and pulled him close. His tongue went to work without hesitation and the pressure through my panties was enough to make my clit sing.

"I know it's hard, cuck, but you don't deserve to fuck me when I have a bull as skilled as Edgar. I'm honestly surprised it took me this long to cut you off...but this is how it has to be. This is how it's going to be. Your inadequate cock is not welcome in my pussy as long as I'm seeing Edgar. Even if I spend the next five years with him...you won't be allowed in my cunt in that time."

Then I had an orgasm. A really, really good orgasm. I like denial, as it turns out.

When I'd finished cumming, I helped Neil to his feet and we shared a long, deep kiss that carried the slight flavor of Edgar's cum. We kissed that way because I know Neil loves it, because it helps him feel closer to me, because it thrills him to feel my tongue exploring his mouth. It was, in a way, an attempt to lessen any angst or devastation he felt over the idea of potentially being banned from my pussy for years (though I'd never had a relationship with a bull last more than six months).

Our foreheads rested against each other in the aftermath of the kiss and I said, "You deserve an orgasm, cuck. Get in the bed."

Neil crawled past me and rolled onto his back in our bed. I stood, turned, and surveyed his body, in particular his rock hard dick.

"Does it turn you on to be denied my pussy, cuck?"

"Yes," he admitted. "It hurts, too."

"But you're a little bit of a masochist, aren't you? That's part of the soul of a cuck, isn't it? Especially one that craves humiliation like you do."

He nodded, though I noted that he couldn't bring himself to say anything.

"You understand why I'm denying you my pussy, right? You understand that sex with you offers me very little in the way of pleasure, that the only thing I get out of it is the notion that my husband is satisfied."

"I know."

"Sex should be a two way street, cuck, and since your cock can't hope to satisfy me when I'm with a bull, there's no point in it being allowed inside me."

I crawled into the bed and pressed my naked body against Neil's. I cupped his balls and rolled them between my fingers. My lips found his neck and I moaned softly while offering a handful of slow, sensual kisses.

"You're lucky I let you cum at all, cuck," I said. "I could deny your cock and keep these balls brimming with cum. I could deny you until you'd lost your mind, until you were encompassed by the madness of desire every hour of the day."

"Please don't," he begged.

I'll be honest. It was tempting to see how long Neil could go before he struggled to function due to the overwhelming nature of being turned on all the time. It wouldn't have been hard to get him to a place where sleep was difficult, where he couldn't concentrate at work, where he'd plead constantly for me to stroke his cock and make him cum.

That bordered on cruelty, though, and likely would have been more work than it was worth. It was fun to tease him about it, though, to make him think I might actually do it.

Instead, I took off my panties and wrapped them around his stiff dick, bathing it in Edgar's cum, which was still warm thanks to it having rested against my body from the moment it leaked out of me.

"This feels right, doesn't it?" I asked softly. "Your worthless cock wrapped in my panties and my bull's cum?"

He nodded as I stroked him slowly. He moaned, too, and I did the same as I kissed his neck in the hope of engulfing him in a tidal wave of desire. I like it when Neil is so turned on that he seems helpless, that he's little more than putty in my hands to play with as I see fit. That's half the fun of dominating a man, after all.

The slick, squishy sound of the pantied handjob blended nicely with Neil's moans as I stroked him faster. I'm happy to admit that I delighted in those sounds and in the fact that my cuck husband's cock was completely bathed in another man's cum and that he was getting off on it.

"Cum for me," I whispered. "Cum like a cuck. Enjoy a humiliating orgasm with my panties and another man's load around your worthless cock. Cum while you think about the fact that it might be years until you're allowed to fuck me again."

Neil's load spurted high into the air as he groaned like never before. I smiled at the notion that I'd delivered an especially enthralling orgasm by pulling him deeper into a state of humiliation. I stroked him slowly all the way through his orgasm, delivering as much pleasure as possible and watching his body twitch as he closed his eyes and his head lolled to his right and remained there while his chest heaved.

"When you've recovered, I want you to lick all the cum from my panties and then hand wash them. They're delicate, so be gentle and don't be afraid to take your time. After that you can give me a foot rub and if you do an exceptionally good job I'll let you eat my pussy and make me cum again before we go to sleep. Do you understand?"

He turned towards me and smiled. "I love you, Jess, and yes, I understand."

"I love you too, cuck."

We shared a lingering kiss and then I got out of bed, put on my pajamas, and headed for the living room to watch TV as Neil set about the business of cleaning my cum-stained panties, just like a good cuck should.