The Dominant Bull - Part 15

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"You look stunning," Emmett said as he stared across the table at his beautiful wife, who was wearing a low cut red dress that showed off her smooth, milky white breasts.

Autumn smiled, leaned forward – making the view of her cleavage even more appealing –and replied, "Warrick said I should dress up for you, that you deserved a reward for being such a good cuckold."

Emmett found it oddly thrilling to know that their bull had a hand in determining how Autumn dressed for a night out with just the two of them. It seemed that Warrick was happy to extend his control even deeper into their marriage. "Do you like...do you like dressing the way he tells you to?" he asked as a way of stoking the embers of arousal in his loins.

Autumn's smile turned just a little bit naughty as she reached up and ran her finger over the sugared rim of her cocktail glass. She then slipped that finger into her mouth and sucked it clean while her foot moved up Emmett's leg and between his thighs. His eyes went wide as she found his cock and offered a gentle massage in the middle of a rather fancy restaurant.

"I love dressing the way he tells me to, Emmett," she said softly. "Sometimes I feel like I love the subtle forms of domination more than anything else, like the fact that he made me take pictures in the three dresses I tried on for tonight so he could make the final choice. Because of that, I get to spend the whole night feeling like I'm submitting to our bull, and there's nothing that turns me on more than submitting to Warrick."

Emmett was hard - and he was certain Autumn could feel it - and he couldn't help but stare at her breasts, which looked truly stunning in the dress. He felt a certain amount of gratitude towards Warrick, who'd clearly done a great job choosing Autumn's outfit for the evening. "So...so our bull is in control tonight even though he's not here?"

Autumn nodded. "Warrick's always in control, Emmett. You know that by now. You know that's what he craves more than anything. You know he doesn't just want to be with a cuckold couple, or to fuck a willing, eager hotwife like me. You know he wants control. You know he gets off on it. You know he likes putting us both in our place. You know that by now and you love it as much as I do."

Emmett wasn't about to offer a counter to her assertion, because it was unquestionably true. He'd come a long way since meeting Warrick for the first time in that diner. Gone was any level of resistance to their bull controlling so many aspects of their lives. In its place was a desire to submit that was almost as strong as Autumn's, a desire that seemed to grow with each passing week.

Autumn sipped her drink, licked her lips clean of the little bits of sugar that stuck to them, and smiled. "Is your drink as strong as mine?" she asked.

Emmett nodded. It was strong enough that he could already feel it, in fact, and it filled him with an urge to slide under the table, push Autumn's dress up around her waist, and worship her pussy. He wasn't going to do that, of course - he had no interest in getting thrown out of the restaurant - but he was certainly thinking about it.

Autumn's foot stopped moving between Emmett's legs as her phone buzzed. She lifted it from the table, stared at the screen for a few moments, and then a smile slowly broke across her face before she looked up at Emmett.

"What?" he asked as an overpowering sense of curiosity came over him.

"Warrick thinks you deserve a taste of my pussy," Autumn said. "He thinks you'd enjoy that. Is he right?"

Emmett nodded.

Autumn slipped her phone into her purse and slid out of the booth. "Wait a minute and then meet me in the bathroom." She walked away and Emmett turned to admire her ass as the soft fabric of her dress brushed back and forth over it thanks to the sway in her hips. Her legs looked astounding thanks to a pair of four inch heels and Emmett felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude towards Warrick, for in that moment the thing he wanted more than any other was to taste his wife's pussy.

A minute felt like an hour as Emmett sat the table and counted the seconds in his head. His leg bounced under the table as he tried his best to curtail his arousal so he wouldn't have an erection as he walked through the restaurant. Eventually, he too slid out of the booth and followed Autumn's path to the bathrooms. He hesitated a moment before gently knocking on the door to the women's room.

Autumn unlocked the door and stepped aside as Emmett entered. The door shut behind him and Autumn quickly flipped the lock and leaned back. "Where does a cuckold belong?" she asked.

Emmett sank to his knees without hesitation before looking up to see a gleeful smile on Autumn's face, as if his understanding of where he belonged brought her genuine joy.

"You know, Warrick has trained us both to serve him," Autumn said. "He's trained us both to act exactly as he desires, to dedicate ourselves to meeting his needs. It makes me so wet to think about that, Emmett. I love serving our bull. I love doing what he desires. I love that you're just as eager as I am to do so."

"I am," Emmett admitted.

Autumn reached down and lifted the bottom of her dress, exposing her lack of panties and putting a smile on his face. "Warrick told me not to wear panties tonight. Usually I only go without panties when I'm with him, but I like doing it this way tonight."

"Because it's what he wanted," Emmett said.

"That's right,” she replied. "I shaved my pubic hair the way he wanted, too. Just a little strip. Can you see how turned on I am? Can you see how wet I am, how puffy my pussy lips are?"

Emmett nodded. "It's beautiful, Autumn. Your pussy is so beautiful. May I taste it?"

"You may," Autumn said.

Emmett crawled forward just a little and kissed his wife's pussy lips. He took his time, letting his lips linger against her warm, slippery flesh before moving on to the next kiss. Then he slipped his tongue inside her and experienced a moment of pure bliss. The sweet taste of her juices bathed his taste buds and the heat of her pussy was overwhelming, making it perfectly obvious that she was, in fact, hugely aroused.

Autumn put a hand on Emmett's head and applied gentle pressure, keeping him in place as he vigorously tongue fucked her pussy and offered just a little bit of stimulation for her clit.

Though he could have remained on his knees in the restaurant bathroom for the duration of the evening, Autumn gave Emmett no more than a minute to enjoy the taste of her pussy before she pushed his head back, lowered her dress, and smiled. She helped him to his feet, gently used a finger to wipe the juices from his lips, and then offered a soft, seductive, lingering kiss with just a hint of tongue.

"Did you enjoy that?" she asked.

"More than anything," Emmett answered. "Thank you."

She smiled. "You can thank Warrick. After all, he's the one that controls my pussy and who gets to enjoy it."

Emmett's cock felt like it got a little bit harder as Autumn reminded him once again that someone else had taken control of their sex life and that he hadn't done so by force. He'd done so through pure dominance and he'd found a couple that was eager - desperate, even - to surrender to him.

"Let's go enjoy our dessert," Autumn said.

She led Emmett out of the bathroom and back to their table. Their dessert arrived not long after and they enjoyed it together while Autumn occasionally let her foot move between his thighs once more for a wondrous bit of teasing, keeping him in a state of intense arousal.

She received another text after they'd finished, but she didn't say a word about it, instead offering nothing more than a smile before setting her phone on the table once more. Emmett felt desperate to ask, but he refrained from doing so, instead choosing to trust that his wife would reveal whatever her bull had said when the time was right.

"This was a lovely date," Autumn said as they walked hand-in-hand out of the restaurant.

"It was perfect," Emmett replied. "And you were perfect. You are perfect."

They stopped near the valet stand and shared another tender kiss, this time with quite a bit more tongue than Autumn offered in the bathroom. It left Emmett in a state of intense and rather obvious - from the bulge in his pants - desire, a notion that seemed to put a smile on Autumn's face.

"Our ride is here," she said. "We should go."

"Did you order a car?" Emmett asked as Autumn walked towards the luxury SUV waiting at the curb. The valet rushed to open the front passenger door and Autumn climbed in without hesitation.

"Get in the back," Autumn said.

Emmett stepped closer and saw the driver's hand move to Autumn's leg. She smiled as that hand then moved up her thigh and under her dress, all while the valet stood there and watched. It took a few moments for Emmett to understand that Warrick was sitting in the driver's seat and that he'd likely texted Autumn to let her know he'd be picking them up.

Emmett stood there for a few moments longer and watched as Warrick very obviously began to play with Autumn's pussy, at least based on the look on her face and the moan of pleasure she unleashed, all to the great fascination of the valet, who stood there with a dumbfounded look on his face as he watched a beautiful woman get fingered by a man who appeared to be a total stranger.

Eventually, Emmett propelled himself into the backseat. The valet closed the door and Warrick pulled his finger from between Autumn's legs and held it up. She leaned forward, took it in her mouth, and sucked it clean, putting a smile on her bull's face.

"How was your date, Emmett?" Warrick asked.

"It was wonderful, thank you," he replied.

"I hope you don't mind that I decided to come and pick you up," he said. "I kept looking at the pictures your wife sent me, the pictures of her in this beautiful dress, and I couldn't help but want her. You don't mind that I'm going to take her from you tonight, do you, that I'm going to interrupt your date to fuck your wife and fill her tight pussy with my cum?"

Autumn moaned around the fingers in her mouth and Emmett felt his desire deepen, for he couldn't think of a better way to end date night. "I don't mind at all," he said. "Though, I don't think it really matters if I mind or not. You're our bull. You're in control."

Warrick pulled his fingers from Autumn's mouth and unzipped his pants. "Is your cuckold right, Autumn? Does it matter if he minds, or am I the one in control?"

Autumn leaned over - while the car was still parked at the curb - and reached into Warrick's pants to free his cock. She smiled and stroked him before saying, "You're in control. You've been in control since I first met you. You're our bull and we live to serve you, Warrick. We live to give you pleasure, to make you happy, to ensure that you're satisfied. It's all we want."

"You know what to do," Warrick said.

Autumn's head dropped into his lap and he moaned as she took his cock in her mouth. Emmett had a good angle from the backseat and he managed to catch a view of his wife's lips moving up and down their bull's thick, stiff shaft.

"That's a good girl," Warrick said before putting the car in drive and hitting the gas. "Suck my cock. Get me nice and hard so I can fuck your tight cunt while your husband watches."

Autumn moaned around Warrick's cock and Emmett watched from the backseat with a throbbing erection in his pants. His evening had taken a decidedly different turn than he'd expected and it was as thrilling an outcome as he could have hoped for.

Warrick pulled up to a red light and said, "Give your husband a kiss."

Autumn lifted her head from their bull's lap, turned towards Emmett, and leaned towards the backseat. He unbuckled his seatbelt to meet her and they shared an eager, aggressive kiss with a great deal of tongue as she shared the taste of Warrick's cock with him.

"Isn't he generous for letting me kiss you, for letting me share the taste of his perfect cock with you, cuckold?" Autumn asked.

"Yes," Emmett admitted. "Our bull is very generous."

"And that's why we want to be so good for him, isn't it? He's generous to us. He gives us everything we need. He makes us feel good in ways no one else ever has, doesn't he?" she asked.

Emmett nodded and Autumn kissed him once more, this time moving her tongue at a much slower pace. Then she offered a smile and returned to Warrick's cock as the bull once again hit the gas.

"Did you hope to fuck your wife tonight, cuckold?" Warrick asked with the sound of a wet blowjob filling the car.

"Yes," Emmett admitted.

"Perhaps I'll let you fuck her after I do," Warrick said. "Would you enjoy if I shared your wife's pussy with you?"

The question was a perfect embodiment of Warrick's level of control and Emmett couldn't help but find it thrilling. "Yes, I'd enjoy that. I'd enjoy it very much."

"Make sure you're a good cuckold tonight and I might be extra generous," Warrick said.

"I will be," Emmett replied. "I will be. I promise."

With the exception of a few kisses for Emmett, Autumn tended to Warrick's cock for the entirety of the ten minute ride back to his house. Her head bobbed up and down in his lap and the sounds of a blowjob filled Emmett's ears throughout, keeping him in an intensely aroused place without a moment's respite.

"Strip," Warrick ordered both of them the moment they stepped into his lovely home. Emmett and Autumn did as they were told, leaving their clothes in a pile by the door. "Get on your knees," he instructed. They fell to their knees and looked up at him in unison.

"How may we serve you?" Autumn asked, echoing Emmett's thoughts.

"You may worship me together," Warrick said before turning and walking away. "You'll have to crawl behind me to do it, though."

They both crawled on their hands and knees through his house, following Warrick all the way to his bedroom. They waited as he stripped, dropping his clothes on the floor and sitting on his bed with his strong legs spread. Autumn crawled forward first and Emmett followed as they both took their place between the bull's thighs.

"It makes us happy to serve you," Autumn said.

Warrick reached out and ran his fingers through her hair before caressing her face. Then he turned his attention to Emmett and asked, "Is she right? Does it make you happy to serve me, cuckold?"

"Yes," Emmett admitted. "Submitting to you makes me happy, Warrick. It does. Being a good cuckold makes me happy. I...well, thank you for knowing me better than I knew myself. Thank you for showing me how satisfying it can be to offer my submission."

"You're welcome, cuckold," Warrick said. "Now you may both worship me."

Emmett and Autumn embraced the chance to worship their bull and offered their mouths. They kissed and licked their way up his shaft and took turns sucking on the head. They shared sensual kisses over the head, too, showering him in the kind of pleasure he was unquestionably worthy of.

Autumn smiled and kissed her way back down Warrick's cock and Emmett followed. She took one of his balls in her mouth and Emmett took the other. They both looked up at him as they gently sucked on his testicles, soaking them in their saliva and showing their bull that they truly found only the deepest form of satisfaction in worshiping him.

After they'd released his balls from their mouths, Warrick lifted his legs and leaned back, exposing his asshole. They'd both rimmed him before, but Emmett went for it this time. He licked Warrick's asshole while Autumn returned to his balls. They worshiped him like the bull that he was. They showed him that his pleasure was all that mattered to them, and in turn they felt the joy of submission, which Emmett knew both he and his wife had come to crave more than anything.

"Come," Warrick said as he slid back into his bed, depriving Emmett of a chance to worship the bull's asshole. "Ride my cock like a good girl. Pleasure me with your pussy."

Autumn smiled at Emmett and climbed into the bed. She straddled Warrick and took his cock between her enflamed, slippery pussy lips and into the depths of her body. She sank down slowly, giving her insides a few moments to get used to his impressive thickness before swallowing the entirety of his shaft.

"Does that feel good?" Warrick asked.

"I love your cock," Autumn replied. "You make me feel things no other man ever has, Warrick. The moment you're inside me I feel like everything is right. I only hope I can make you feel anywhere near as good as you make me feel."

Warrick grabbed her ass and Emmett stared at the sight of her pussy being stretched by another man's cock. "You make me feel as good as any woman ever has, Autumn. Maybe better than any woman ever has. Now ride me nice and slow. Take your time. Cuckold, worship her ass while she's riding me."

Emmett crawled into the bed without hesitation. He laid on his stomach and parted his wife's perfect ass cheeks. He pressed his face between them and his tongue found her asshole. He kept it there as she slowly rode her bull's cock, letting her pussy swallow him in his entirety before rising up once more. She was doing as instructed, and based on how heavy her breathing had gotten, it seemed that she was fast approaching her orgasm despite the slow pace.

"Can I cum?" Autumn asked.

"No you may not," Warrick answered. "I know you want to, Autumn. But you must not cum until I give you permission. You understand that, don't you?"

"Yes, I do," she answered.

"Good girl," Warrick said. "Now ride me faster. But don't you dare cum."

Autumn rode him faster as instructed and it seemed that she was struggling to hold off on cumming. She unleashed a steady stream of strained moans, as if she was having to work to contain her pleasure while she milked her bull's superior cock with her tight pussy. That, in turn, seemed to give Warrick pleasure, and with good reason, for he had such control over Autumn that he determined when she got to cum.

"Do you want me to cum inside you?" Warrick asked.

"Yes, more than anything," Autumn answered.

"Ride me faster," he instructed. "Make me cum inside you while your cuckold eats your ass."

Autumn rode him faster. She bounced on his cock as Emmett's head moved in time with her ass. Their moans filled the room, though Autumn's came with just a hint of agony as she clearly struggled with holding off on cumming.

"Cum for me," Warrick said. "Cum on my cock. Cum while I fill your womb with my load."

Autumn rode him faster for a few seconds longer and then she screamed in pleasure. Emmett had never heard a noise like that come from his wife. It spoke to her sheer joy at making her bull cum and at being able to surrender to her need for an orgasm. Warrick's grunts and groans joined hers and Emmett once again witnessed his wife and her bull enjoying thoroughly pleasurable dual orgasms.

"Thank you," Autumn said breathlessly. "Thank you for letting me make you cum. Thank you for cumming inside me. And thank you for making me cum so hard."

"You're welcome," Warrick replied. "You're a good girl, as always."

Autumn leaned down and kissed him before resting her head on his chest as Emmett continued to eat her ass.

"Would you like your cuckold to fuck you?" Warrick asked.

"I think he deserves that," Autumn replied. "But it's your choice, not mine."

"And why is that?" Warrick asked.

"Because my pussy belongs to you," she answered.

"You may fuck your wife, cuckold," Warrick said. "You may fuck her in my bed, in fact." He lifted Autumn off his cock and she rolled onto her back next to him.

She looked down at Emmett and smiled. "Go ahead, sweetie. You can fuck me."

Emmett crawled between his wife's legs and slipped his stiff cock inside her. The warmth and extreme wetness of her pussy engulfed his cock and he couldn't help but moan at how good it felt. He buried his relatively unimpressive length inside her and held it there while she pulled his lips to hers for a kiss.

"Are you grateful to our bull for letting you have my pussy?" she asked.

"Yes," Emmett replied. "I am. I know it's his pussy now. I know he doesn't have to let me fuck you. I know it's not my right to fuck you."

"Then thank him," Autumn said softly. "Thank him for letting you enjoy my pussy."

Emmett turned to Warrick and did as his wife desired. "Thank you, Warrick, for letting me fuck my wife. Thank you for letting me enjoy her pussy."

Warrick smiled and said, "You're welcome, cuckold. I think I'll let you have something else, too." He moved to his knees and crawled towards them until his cock was resting right by their faces. "Why don't you both clean my cock while you fuck her."

For a moment, Emmett was a little embarrassed by how excited he got at the notion of cleaning Warrick's cock while fucking his wife. That feeling passed almost immediately though, and was quickly replaced by a deep sense of gratitude. He'd been given permission to serve their bull, after all, and Emmett embraced that alongside his wife. They sucked and licked the cock together. They cleaned it of Warrick’s cum and her pussy juices.

As they did, Emmett fucked her. It was a deeply blissful experience, one that led to an orgasm after just a handful of strokes. He moaned, but he kept on licking and sucking their bull's cock, for it was Emmett's duty to submit, to do what Warrick desired above all else.

"Clean her pussy," Warrick instructed as he pulled his cock away. "And when you're done, you can prepare my cock to enter her once more."

"Of course," Emmett said as he pulled out of his wife and settled between her legs to do as their bull desired. It was how he'd spend the rest of his night, for he was truly grateful to have a bull to serve.