Her Blue Collar Bull - Part 2

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Hallie's skirt was short enough that she would have been kicked out of their country club were she bold enough to wear it. Her tank top - worn without a bra - would have gotten her kicked out, too. The platform heels probably wouldn't have been in violation of the club's dress code, though had she worn them with a classier outfit Hallie certainly would have drawn a wealth of stares. The same could be said for her hair and makeup, which were done in a far trashier manner than normal.

All of it was at her bull's request. Eddie liked fucking a rich married woman, but every so often he found pleasure in making Hallie play the part of a woman of a far different class. Today was one of those days and he'd requested an outfit that made Hallie look like something akin to a prostitute, albeit an exceptionally beautiful prostitute with a body shaped by an expensive personal trainer.

Alan was behind the wheel of the Range Rover he'd leased for his wife six months prior. She was in the passenger seat running her fingers over her exposed thighs and occasionally grasping her breasts. Alan knew she was doing so because she was turned on. She liked these days. She liked dressing up at Eddie's request. She liked going to whatever cheap motel he'd booked a room at. She liked surrendering herself to his sexual desires. She liked stepping outside the cocoon of comfort that Alan had built for her.

On this particular day, Eddie had booked a room at a Motel 6. The Range Rover would be out of place in the parking lot, but there was nothing to be done about that. They didn't have a cheaper car and Alan didn't want to go through the hassle of renting one.

"This place is awful," he said upon pulling into the parking lot.

"I know," Hallie replied.

She took Alan's hand from the steering wheel and guided it between her legs. She wasn't wearing any panties and his fingers slipped inside her with ease. She was, of course, completely soaked.

"The things he's going to do to me in that motel room...it makes me wet just thinking about it."

Alan was hard. Hallie wasn't the only one that found pleasure in these days. It was different for him, of course. He'd sit in the parking lot for hours. He'd wait for Eddie to finish using his wife. He'd watch her come out looking very much like she'd just been thoroughly fucked for hours with her hair and makeup a mess and her clothes sometimes a bit torn from rough play. Then he'd drive her home and if he was lucky Hallie would offer him the pleasure of an orgasm after he serviced her however she desired.

"Are you ready?" she asked.

Alan nodded and got out of the car. He came around to the passenger side and opened the door for Hallie. Alan offered a hand and stepped out. They walked through the parking lot and towards the room Eddie had booked.

Alan took a deep breath and knocked on the door. Eddie's heavy footsteps approached. The door opened and Eddie smiled as he stared at Hallie's tits. He reached up and grabbed one, squeezing it hard through her top. She winced and then moaned.

"Is your cunt wet?" Eddie asked.

"Yes."

He laughed. "Good. Give your husband a kiss on the cheek."

Hallie did so and turned back to Eddie, who was rubbing his cock through his jeans with a hungry look in his eyes.

"You can both come in."

Alan looked at Hallie. He'd never been asked into the motel room before. He'd never been allowed to watch in any form and he wasn't sure how to proceed.

"Don't look at her," Eddie said. "She's not in control. Now both of you get the fuck in the room."

Hallie took Alan's hand and led him into the room.

Alan couldn't remember the last time he'd been in a cheap motel room. It had been decades. It wasn't dirty - not that he could see - but it was obviously cheap. The comforter had a handful of cigarette burns in it, the lamp shades were stained with...something Alan couldn't begin to identify, the carpet had a massive coffee stain - he hoped it was coffee - and the TV screen was cracked.

"Strip and sit, cuck," Eddie said as he pointed to a chair next to the window.

Again Alan looked at Hallie.

"Do as you're told," she said softly.

It was a deeply humiliating moment, but Alan stripped out of his clothes and sat on the chair. He wasn't crazy about his bare ass touching the fabric, but he did as he was told because it's what Hallie wanted.

Eddie smiled and pointed towards the nightstand. Hallie strode towards it and opened the drawer. She pulled out a handful of white plastic zip ties.

"He's going to watch," Eddie said. "And he's going to remain calm, quiet, and in that chair throughout. You're going to help him with that."

Alan put his hands on the chair's arm rests and Hallie dutifully used a zip tie to secure each of his wrists.

Eddie moved behind her as she stood. He grabbed her hips and pulled her ass to his crotch. He kissed her neck and cupped her breasts, squeezing them aggressively through the thin material of her tight tank top.

It was obvious that Hallie enjoyed Eddie's touch, as rough as it was. The pleasure on her face was real. The moans were real. She turned her head to kiss her bull and Eddie's tongue invaded her mouth in a wild, aggressive manner.

"I like your outfit," Eddie said as he stepped back and grabbed Hallie's ass.

"Yeah?"

He nodded and then spanked her a few times. "You look like a whore."

Alan was surprised - though he shouldn't have been - that Hallie moaned at being called a whore. She was with Eddie at least in part because she liked the stark contrast between her bull and her husband. She liked a man with rough hands and a rough approach to sex having his way with her. She liked being the plaything of a dominant blue collar alpha male and the wife of a white collar man who didn't possess all that many alpha traits outside of his ability to make a great deal of money.

"Turn around and get on your knees," Eddie instructed.

Hallie spun away from Alan and dropped to her knees. Eddie stepped in front of her and held her head in both hands.

"Suck my cock," he instructed.

Eddie stared at Alan. His gaze remained unwavering as Alan heard the sound of a zipper being lowered. A few moments later, Hallie's head began to move. Back and forth, Back and forth. Back and forth.

Pleasure washed over Eddie's face. His cock was in a beautiful woman's mouth. Of course he felt pleasure.

"That's it, cocksucker," he said. "Pleasure me. Be a good girl and serve my cock."

Hallie moaned around the dick in her mouth. Alan could only see the back of her head, though. He was so close to his cuckolding and yet he couldn't see what he wanted, what he craved.

He leaned to the right and was stunned when Eddie reached out and slapped him. The chair nearly toppled over with Alan bound to it as he grappled with the shock of being slapped.

"Did I say you could try and watch your wife suck my dick, cuck?"

Alan shook his head as a sense of fear gripped him. It faded as he bounced back from the shock, but a low level of it remained, and likely with good reason. Eddie was clearly unpredictable and not afraid to put Alan in his place.

"Such a greedy cuck," Eddie said. He then looked down at Hallie, grabbed a handful of her hair, and pulled back until she was staring straight up at him. "Your greedy cuck husband is trying to ruin our fun by misbehaving."

She stuck out her tongue and Eddie slapped his dick against it. He rubbed the head over her lips and she moaned.

"I want you to slap him," he instructed.

Eddie let go of her hair and Hallie stood and turned around. Her nipples seemed to have gotten harder as she reached out and rested her hand against Alan's cheek.

"Please don't," he said.

"I'm sorry, baby, but with Eddie...with Eddie I do as I'm told."

Hallie slapped him. It wasn't anywhere near as hard or painful as Eddie's slap, but it was more humiliating.

"There's something else in the nightstand drawer," Eddie instructed. "Put it on him."

Hallie opened the drawer and pulled out a ball gag. Alan instinctively struggled against the zip ties - this was getting too weird for him - but there was no point. He was secured to the chair and going nowhere.

Hallie didn't hesitate to put him in the ball gag. She shoved the red ball into his mouth and affixed the straps behind his head. Alan's teeth sank slightly into the red rubber ball, but it had very little give to it. He felt a bit of saliva escape and run down his lips and chin before dripping onto his cock.

"Suck his cock until he's hard," Eddie instructed.

Hallie fell to her knees in front of Alan and took him in her mouth. He watched her blonde hair bob up and down in his lap and he got hard in less than thirty seconds. Hallie stopped as soon as he reached an erect state. Eddie helped her to her feet, spun her around, and lifted her skirt until it was up around her waist.

"You know, I've long wanted to fuck your wife in front of you, cuck," Eddie said. "I've always thought it would be hot to make you watch as I did as I pleased with her body."

Eddie's hand moved up Hallie's back and he grabbed a handful of her hair and pushed her forward until her hands rested on Alan's knees. She looked up and it was obvious that Eddie had slipped into her from behind.

"It's even more exciting than I thought it would be, though."

It was not how Alan had envisioned first watching another man fuck his wife. He'd always pictured it happening in their home. He'd pictured Hallie on her back in expensive lingerie. He'd pictured Eddie between her legs fucking her in missionary as she wrapped her stocking-clad legs around him and told him how much better his cock felt inside her than her husband's ever had.

This was different. This was grimy and humiliating. Alan was bound and gagged and Hallie was bent over and being taken hard from behind by her bull, who wore an aggressive and delighted look on his face as he pounded her mercilessly in a manner that couldn't have provided any pleasure, though the look on Hallie's face suggested otherwise.

As he fucked her, Eddie reached forward and shoved three fingers into Hallie's mouth. She closed her eyes and sucked on them, moaning while she did so. Alan had heard stories of how Eddie fucked her - and he'd listened from time to time - but this felt different. This was different.

"Can I cum?" Hallie asked as Eddie's fingers left her mouth.

"No," he said. "Now spit on your husband's face."

Hallie did so without hesitation. She smiled afterwards and Alan felt even more humiliated as her spit dripped down his cheek and landed on his stomach.

"Is he still hard?" Eddie asked.

Hallie looked down. "Yes. Hard as a rock."

Eddie laughed and pulled out. He smacked Hallie's ass hard enough for her to wince and said, "Such a fucking cuck. Turn around and sit on his dick. Take him for a quick ride."

Hallie spun around, reached back to rest her hands on Alan's upper thighs, and sat her pussy on his cock. He moaned around the ball gag and more saliva emerged. His chin was now coated in it. Hallie leaned back a little and rode him vigorously for no more than half a minute before Eddie sat on the edge and pointed to his cock.

She rushed towards him, dropped to her knees, and took him in her mouth. Alan stared at his wife's ass - the skirt was still up around her waist - and then watched her head bob up and down.

Hallie sucked rhythmically, though there was plenty of gagging, too. It seemed clear that Eddie enjoyed the sensation of her throat spasming around his cock and Hallie understood that well enough to gag on him without hesitation or prompting.

Eddie seemed to want more, though, as he put a hand on the back of her neck and pushed down until Hallie sounded like she was choking. He looked at Alan, smiled, and held her head in place as the seconds ticked by.

Alan was ready to panic, but then his wife reached back and played with her pussy. She was choking on a cock and masturbating. Eddie seemed to have a keen understanding of what she needed, what she craved, and Alan felt every bit like the cuck that he was.

Eddie pulled his hand away and Hallie's head popped up. She gasped for air and reached up to wipe her face clean of what Alan imagined was quite a bit of saliva.

"Now my cock is ready," Eddie said. "Get on your hands and knees in the bed. Face your husband."

Hallie stood and crawled into the bed behind Eddie. She kissed his neck as he sat there staring at Alan. His cock was coated in the thick saliva that the Hallie's throat had produced.

"I'm going to fuck your wife's ass while you watch, cuck," Eddie said. "She's going to cum while I'm in her ass. Not only that, she's going to beg for the pleasure of an orgasm. She's going to wait until I give her permission and then she's going to climax while her asshole clamps down on my big cock, prompting me to flood her rectum with my load. You're going to sit there like a good cuck and watch all of it."

Eddie stood and stripped. He moved into the bed behind Hallie.

"Make sure you keep looking at your cuck as I defile your ass," Eddie said.

That turned Hallie on. Alan could see it on her face. The arousal was pure, significant, and beautiful. He'd always understood her attraction to Eddie, but it felt so much clearer in the motel room. Eddie gave her something that Alan truly could not, and went beyond simply wanting to fuck her ass. Eddie was just a different kind of man, the kind that Alan could never be.

"Fuck my ass, baby."

Eddie grabbed her hips and did just that.

Alan watched his wife's face and saw her beautiful features contort in both pleasure and pain. She moaned. She winced. She moaned again. The longer it went on, the more pleasurable it seemed to feel, though, likely because her ass was getting used to the sizable foreign invader.

"Eddie, baby, please, cum in my ass!"

Eddie seemed to be in no rush to flood her ass. He wanted to enjoy himself, to take pleasure in sodomizing the wife of the man sitting bound in the hotel room.

To his embarrassment, Alan's cock remained stiff as he watched. It wasn't so much the arousal that annoyed him. Instead, it was the fact that it couldn't be hidden, that Eddie knew full well that Alan was enjoying playing witness to his wife being used as an anal whore for another man.

"Who owns this ass?" Eddie asked.

"You do," she answered without hesitation. "You're the only man that's ever had it, Eddie, and you're the only man that will ever have it."

He smiled at that. He fucked her harder, too. "You can cum."

Hallie reached back to play with her clit. It took no more than a handful of seconds for her to cum. It was the only time she wasn't staring at Alan, though that was only because she couldn't keep her eyes open while climaxing with another man's dick in her ass.

Eddie's orgasm soon followed and Alan was whisked away to experience a very particular kind of cuckold pleasure as another man climaxed in his wife's asshole. He'd imagined it countless times, but watching it was something else entirely. It was humiliating and enthralling. Were his hands free he would have masturbated to a beautiful orgasm, such was the intense pleasure of witnessing Hallie's climax while her bull satisfied himself in her ass.

Eddie pulled out and Hallie looked back at him and said, "Thank you for letting me cum. You know how much I love getting off when you're in my ass."

"Yes I do," Eddie replied with a smile.

Hallie spun around and kissed her bull. Alan stared at the hand prints on his wife's ass. Eddie must have smacked her awfully hard.

"I brought your plug," Eddie said. "Freshly cleaned. It's in the bathroom. Go put it in. Then bring a wash cloth to clean my dick."

Hallie hurried to the bathroom and Eddie sprawled out on the bed, looking very much like a man in his happy place.

"You're going to stay like that until I'm done with your wife, cuck," he said. "It will be a few hours. I like to use all her holes and make sure she has as many orgasms as possible. That way she'll want to come back again, to get more of what only I can give her."

Alan's dick throbbed at the idea of being bound and gagged for hours while his wife was used by another man.

"Then you can take her home and do whatever cuck shit you do with her," he added with a laugh. "I like having you here, though. I might make this a regular thing. Not all the time, of course - I like fucking her while you're at work - but from time to time I'll give you the pleasure of watching. Maybe I'll make you earn it next time, though. That would be fun."

The look on Eddie's face was disconcerting. Alan would almost certainly not enjoy whatever he had to do to earn the ability to watch again. He knew he'd end up doing it, though.

As embarrassing as it was to be bound and gagged, Alan was thoroughly aroused and he knew that he'd enjoy whatever pleasures Hallie granted him when they got home. He was a cuck, after all, and this was the kind of sex that he enjoyed most.