#bwc bull

[chokeonitslutt]

[whitebulltx]

BFF let their man work the pussy. Maybe even get co-bread and have half siblings.

[theneworder]

TAKING A ROADTRIP

So this isn’t the story you asked for, but it’s the one that came to me when I sat down to write. This is what I wanted to write. That should be enough.

“One week?” She had asked, unsure of why she was even contemplating this.

“Yes, baby. One week. That’s all. One week, and we can forget that any of this happened.” You flushed in shame, not just in what you were asking of her, but also the erection that had quickly followed after.

Months ago, you had messaged an online profile, someone professing to be a dom and a bull, someone who claimed to be able to corrupt women, turn them into bimbos, sluts, bitches, whatever he felt like, and whatever lay dormant within them. You professed your fantasies, talked about them for hours.. Over the days, these fantasies turned into careful planning, and before you knew it, he had turned up at your door in a white sportscar, under the pretense of being your old roommate from college, a gay man who needed a fake girlfirend to bring to his cousin’s wedding.

Of course she was furious that you would agree to such a thing without consultation, but eager to look after a vulnerable gay man, to prove her credentials as a radical feminist, she couldn’t bring herself to say no once she understood the situation. For your part, you couldn’t help but find your head swimming.. It all felt a little real when the sportscar had parked up outside. Your real fantasy had been to see your girlfriend corrupted into a leathered biker queen, and this bull’s sportscar was close enough at least, but was this what you really wanted? Your heart felt like it would explode through the meeting, the feigned catch-up, you thought you were going to be sick when they left through the front door. But when you heard the rev of the engine and your girlfriend pulling away in a stranger’s car, a quiet descended on your mind… and you felt a stirring in your crotch.

A picture arrived in your inbox a week later. You’d had a steady stream of texts from her the first three days, they slowed after that, and she left you on read by day 6.. This was day 8.

“We’ve been on a little roadtrip.”

You couldn't believe your eyes. This had to be fake? Your girlfriend was covered in tattoos, glasses gone, full face of makeup, her nails had been done, her hair tied back. She was sat in front of the same white car she had left in, but there was no way she would wear anything like that - tight, form fitting black material, and those shoes?! She looked like porn. The way she looked at the camera too, you had never seen that look before - entitled, expectant.. even aroused? Another text.

"You can't believe it can you?"

"Hahahaha you fucking loser."

"You know all she needed was to actually feel desired?"

You were reeling. Of course you wanted this girl.. But this wasn't the plain girl you fantasised about corrupting just to spice up your sex life, the same girl you shared pictures of with other men because you couldn't cum any other way, the girl you avoided having sex with because you wanted to masturbate in the bathroom instead...

No.. This was the girl that was inside her all along. But you never realised that. You were about to type a response but another text came through.. a voice note..

It started with a woman's laugh, and then: "Daddy told me all about your sick little plan~ God what a fucking loser I was dating.. You know, all this time I thought I was the problem. But daddy wanted me, I felt that the first time he put his arm around me, the first night we parked up outside that motel... He wanted me to be my best self.." The voice note trailed off into a small giggle.. "I can't believe you even thought I was yours to give away."

You felt that same sickness welling up inside you. The one you felt when the two of them left. You tried to type, but no words came to mind, you were pathetic, how could you argue with that; all you could think of to type was: "I'm sorry".

As you sat, alone, in bed that night, still in shock, you felt your phone buzzing. It was a video call from your girlfriend. Your heart started to beat again, a thousand times a second, but you had to pick up, just for a chance to say sorry, to tell her what she meant to you, to tell her that from now on you would just be honest to her.

You never got that chance. Instead he picked up, speaking before you even got the chance:

"Hhahaha, 'sup loser. So, in case you haven't realised. There never was any deal - I decided to make her mine."

You started to speak but he cut you off again:

"I decided I'll let you watch though."

And for some reason you couldn't stop watching.

He turned the camera round to reveal your girlfriend, face made up, collar round her neck, sitting on a motel bed, breathing heavily, expectantly. You saw a strong hand reach down and caress her face.

And for some reason you couldn't stop yourself getting hard.

It felt like hours. You watched another man stroke your girlfriend's face, feed her his fingers. You watched his muscles flex as he moved past the camera, the true image of a man who took what he wanted. What he wanted was your girlfriend. That much was clear when he pulled up her skirt, fondled her bare ass.

And for some reason, hearing her moan, you couldn't stop yourself reaching into your shorts.

As you watched him slide her onto his lap, now stripped to underwear you'd never seen before, as you watched her face soften, gave in to his assured touch, as you watched your ex-girlfriend melt onto his perfect cock, you couldn't help but stroke, stroke to the girl she was becoming. She was becoming someone else, someone you'd never know, but she was also becoming your dream - a woman that no man could ever resist.

You were still jerking when the video stopped.

No one hung up, you were still watching them intently, watching her moan as he tasted every inch of her, watching her body grind into his, imagining with every fibre of your being that it was you doing that to her. No, you suddenly became aware that the video stopped because they forgot about you. The phone had run out of battery after two hours. No one in that room realised you were even still there.

Every one of your sick little fantasies had come true and you had lost her. She was falling in love with another man, becoming better than you ever believed she could be, and you were still masturbating to the thought, alone, in your pathetic mess.

And that's how she found you. A week later. In a filthy apartment, you were jerking your tiny cock to that photo of her in front of that fucking car, jerking to every call she refused to pick up, and then the bell rang. She had come to pick up her things. Well, the expensive stuff.

You almost came on the spot.

[luvdabush]

[chokeonitslutt]

Oh, the dream of finding a partner to tie up with a vibrator duct taped inside of them on pulse while using another woman like a human fleshlight in front of her. I daydream of the mix of cries and moans. How I would be absolutely abusing and ravaging the useless whore that's been chosen by me, while my partner can't help but watch and beg to be included while cumming and trying to uselessly escape the rope. Only to be untied to clean up my cock and the cream pie.

[aslmaster]

still her

[theneworder]

Moving On:

It had been a while since you last saw her. You had left her with tears in her eyes, rejected and broken. In the back of your mind you thought you could have it all, move away, fuck around in your new batchelor pad, maybe call her up in the Summer, keep her on the hook for when you were home, horny, and needed someone familiar.

This wasn’t familiar though. This was a new girl, woman, thing? Entirely. You were surprised enough to get a text to come over, “I heard you were in town”, and that the door was on the latch. But when you walked through the that door, there was no mousy, bookish, blonde, eagerly awaiting your arrival. No tearful hug, nor even the clumsy attempt at an erotic advance you had fantasised about.

No, you saw two people fucking on the couch. Or rather, you saw a tattooed slut, vaguely familiar and desperately grinding on a man you’d never seen before. A man who immediately filled you with inferiority, shame.

I remember when I saw you walk through that door. I was listening for you whilst she squirmed in my lap. I wanted to see your face when you realised. I still get hard at the thought: seeing your shock turn to defeated horror when I looked at you, laughed, and said, “sorry bro, I think I’ve made her a little feral..” I think about that moment when I fuck her sometimes.

I still can’t believe that a pathetic man like you thought you could do better than her, got sick in the head from perverted fantasies and forgot what he had in front of him. She’s not the girl you sent me photos of to indulge your pathetic cuck fantasies, but I saw this girl in her. Just like I saw a place for you, in the corner, jerking your pathetic porn-fed semi.

I knew where to find her because of you. She fell into my lap, just desperate for anyone to give her the slightest bit of love. And then I lifted her up, I treated her right: dinners, dresses, a strong arm around her, I whispered all my sickest fantasies into her confused little brain whilst she melted on my cock. A real man’s cock. I ate her cunt til she screamed and told her how much I loved her. I showed her pleasure and you just showed her how little you could give.

I took her on holiday and we laughed about you. I told her what you did, the photos you sent. And you know what? She didn’t even care. She was grateful actually, because without you, she wouldn’t have met me, known the pleasure a real man can offer. I think I broke her that night, fucking her in both holes, with a plug in her cunt, and my hands in her. mouth. When she came I think something switched inside her. She barely left my side since, and I was happy with that, I already made her a trophy.

She’s mine now, my pet, my good girl, my puppy. I think I’m going to marry her. She’s perfect, desperate, devoted to me in a way you never fucking deserved. And you, you’re just a fucking dog. You can lick her feet whilst you jerk in the corner, that might give me some pleasure. Maybe you’ll find out you’re good for something yet.

[insatiablefreakk]

this jeans are too tight for my bulge

[chokeonitslutt]

🎶If you're kinky and you know it cla-🎶

Oh wait they're tied, nevermind.

[aslmaster]

The Asian Cuck

It’s very flattering and it happens often. They (the men) long to see their women possessed by a real man almost as much as those women crave big cocks. So he, she and I all equally need this. And deserve this

[the-other-161]

I'm here for your wives and gfs

[theneworder]

WISHLIST FOR THE NEW YEAR

I’ll be honest. I’m fucking sick of smart women, fed up of talented, charismatic, intelligent woman. It was nice dating the most interesting woman in the room, I felt like I could watch her for her hours. But we’re done, and I’m fed up of it all, I want a fucking dog.

I want a messy, horny, stupid little whore who nods along with whatever I say, barks when I tell her to speak, and wags her tail at whatever I ask of her. I want to sit her in my lap, grinding against my cock, vibrator between her legs whilst I edge away whatever’s left. I want to feed her my fingers, hearing her soft little moans as she tastes herself on then. I want to take handfuls of her, easing into her needy little cunt whenever I feel like it. And oh, she’ll be so thankful for it, she’ll have been waiting for it all day.

I’d keep her dosed up and nice and slow, and she wouldn’t need to worry about a thing, just rubbing herself stupid, taking naps, and watching tv, whilst I’m at work, eagerly waiting for me to return. She wouldn’t be able to leave anyway, the door would be locked, I’m a responsible owner. Her body would fill out nicely, soft hips, perfect tits, I'd taste every inch of her, dress her up in the tightest little tops and thongs and shorts.

I don’t want a girlfriend anymore, I want a pet. Something to hold, stroke, show me unconditional love with empty glassy eyes. You’re going to make me feel so good darling, and you’ll be so grateful to me, it’ll take a while, but trust me, it’s true

That's it, yes, just slip down onto your knees, just like that. Doesn't that feel so natural already? My nice firm hand, doesn't it feel so safe and reassuring? Look at me, baby, you know I love you? You're going to be perfect for me.

[bwcbulge]

[longjohn1296]