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This is the story of poor Carol Hendrick, a normal, healthy young woman with normal, healthy desires. Unfortunately, she followed the advice of her conservative parents and married Alan, who has a low sex drive and is unable to satisfy her. But Alan is aroused by the idea of his wife having sex with other men, so he suggests she become a Hotwife and start a relationship with a man who can serve as her Bull. In Chapter 3 we see how Carol learns to enjoy a wider variety of sexual experiences.
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The days turned into weeks that turned into months. I became accustomed to the pleasure of Carol's visits every Tuesday, Thursday and Sunday. It was delightful to come home after work and find Carol dressed in something sexy after spending hours cleaning my apartment, doing my laundry, and prepping terrific meals. Of course, I was mainly thrilled to have sex with such an exciting woman.
When I became Carol's Bull, I assumed that the reason she was so passionate in bed was that she'd been so deprived of satisfaction for so long. It made sense to me that eventually she'd feel a little less desperate, and we'd settle into a more sedate relationship. I assumed we'd always have plenty of sex - that was the whole point of being a Hotwife - but that we'd enjoy the kind of intimacy that is more relaxed and less intense.
That turned out to be wrong. Carol's yearning for hot sex never faded. I gradually realized that she was simply a hot blooded woman who'd married the wrong man.
I also learned that she was surprisingly kinky. The first clue was her fondness for degradation. She started calling herself my "fucktoy" early in our relationship, and it was obvious that she liked it when I spoke to her using harsh, insulting language that implied I thought she was just a slut I used whenever I wanted a piece of ass. We both knew that wasn't true, but the fantasy never failed to excite her.
Somewhere in there I came to feel I had a special responsibility with Carol. She wasn't like any of the other women I dated. Carol claimed she had almost no sexual experience before marriage, and that I was the first man who knew how to satisfy her. At first, that sounded like something she said to boost my ego. In time, I came to realize it was the simple truth.
That meant I needed to help expand her sexual horizons. We knew that she enjoyed vanilla sex, but we didn't know much else. She needed to learn more about her own responsiveness. I decided that I'd introduce her to less mainstream ways of having sex, and we'd find out what she liked and what she didn't.
Spoiler alert: We didn't find anything she didn't like. And we looked.
I decided to start with oral sex. I started eating Carol's pussy early in our relationship, but she hadn't sucked my cock very much. When she did, it was just briefly, something to get me hard before we started having actual sex. I wasn't comfortable pressing her to do something she didn't spontaneously decide to do. It was time for that to change.
One evening I came home to find my oversexed French man "Yvette" happy to see me. I pretended like I was in a bad mood. "I had a shitty day, Yvette. You are going to make it better," I said.
"Whatever I can do, mon cher," she said.
"What you can do is get your dirty ass into the bedroom and take mamak escort off your clothes. All of them. Now."
Carol's eyes got wide. This was the harshest language I'd ever used, and she obviously liked it. She ran into the bedroom and stripped naked as fast as she could. "What can I do now, mon cher?" she asked.
"You can do something you should have done months ago," I said. "I've been eating your pussy for a long time now, slut, and you haven't returned the favor once. You owe me a blowjob. Get down on your knees right now and suck my cock."
Carol hadn't expected this, but she didn't hesitate to do what I said. I grabbed her hands and placed them on my belt, so she unbuckled me and unzipped my pants. When she lowered my clothes to the floor we both saw I was still soft.
"It should be hard by now. You aren't doing enough. Suck that cock, now! Make it hard! If you want to be my fucktoy, you need to be my cocksucker."
All these dirty words aroused Carol even more than I'd hoped. Her hands were trembling when she took my cock and guided it between her lips. She sucked as much as she could into her mouth, working the head all the way back to the entrance to her throat. Carol used her lips and tongue, but she didn't seem to be very good at cocksucking. There was no reason to think she'd devoted any time to learning how to do it right.
It made me ask myself the obvious question. Is it possible this is the first time Carol sucked a dick? I wondered. Is this something she's never done for Alan?
I later learned that my cock was the first one Carol sucked. It wasn't a question I was comfortable asking, but she volunteered that the way she was raised made her afraid of giving head. With Alan, she didn't feel enough attraction to be interested. He'd asked her to blow him, and she'd refused. The reason she did it for me is that I didn't give her a choice.
She was doing such a terrible job that I got frustrated. What she was doing just didn't feel good enough. I'd never climax unless something changed. So I put my hands on both sides of her head and began to force my cock in and out of her mouth, fucking her face. I wasn't trying to shove my cock down her throat or anything like that. I just wanted her to realize that she needed to bob her head up and down to make it feel good.
She eventually began doing this without being forced, so I let go of her head and just enjoyed myself. Carol had a lot to learn about cocksucking, but this was a fine start. I took one of her hands and wrapped it around the part of the shaft that didn't fit in her mouth. I made her stroke that part of my cock, and soon she was delivering an acceptable blowjob.
It took some time for Carol to make me cum. She was trying hard, but she needed practice. Still, she eventually got me excited enough that I knew my orgasm was on the way. That's when I realized that Carol probably wouldn't voluntarily swallow my cum. I hate that. In my opinion, spitters are quitters. Any woman with any self respect ought to be able to swallow her man's cum, so I decided to make sure Carol got this lesson straight from the start.
"Fucktoy, you'd damn well better swallow every drop of my cum," I told her in the roughest voice I could manage. "When I start to climax, you'd better suck the cum right out ofise gelen escort of my balls. I want you to suck down every drop. Suck it down to your belly. It's not a blowjob unless you swallow everything."
Carol got a panicked look in her eyes. I knew this was all happening pretty fast for her, but I waited a long time for her to suck my cock, and I was out of patience. If she wanted me to be her Bull, she needed to act like it. Pretty soon she could tell I was about to climax. That's when my cock began to throb, and she knew I was going to start filling her up. She closed her eyes and looked fearful, but she made no effort to stop or turn away. She was going to do it, and she was going to do it right.
Just before I started to cum, I took Carol's head in my hands and held tight. She wasn't going anywhere. She clamped her eyes shut as warm, wet cum shot into her mouth. I came and came, and she swallowed and swallowed.
She did fine. It was a very good blowjob for a beginner. When it was finally over I released her head and she pulled away to cough and take deep gasping breaths. Cum leaked from her mouth and dripped down on her breasts.
"That was wonderful, fucktoy," I said. "It took you long enough to finally try, but that was a first-class blowjob."
"Thank you, monsieur," she said. "I hope it was good enough."
"With a little practice, we'll make you an expert cocksucker."
"I will do my best, mon cher," she said.
I threw Carol down on the bed, pulled her legs apart roughly, then went to go down on her. "Why do you pretend you don't like this!?" I said. "You're so hot and wet as a jungle!"
Carol said nothing as I began to touch and lick her pussy. It was true: her introduction to cocksucking obviously aroused her so much she didn't need more foreplay. But my cock would remain asleep for a while, so I got to work using my mouth to get her even more excited. I put two fingers inside her and massaged her g-spot. That always made her cum eventually.
I hurried things along by sucking her clit between my lips and licking it. "Ahhhhh . . ." she said as her hips rose completely off the bed. I thrust my fingers in and out as she became increasingly out of control.
It took a few minutes, but Carol finally had one of the most powerful orgasms I've ever seen. Although she couldn't possibly have enjoyed it as much as me, the experience of sucking me off did a great job preparing her for what came next.
I left my fingers inside Carol until her pussy ceased throbbing. She was still catching her breath when I backed away from her pussy and began kissing my way up her body. By this time my cock was hard as iron, and I knew we could both climax at least one more time.
She ran one hand over the back of my head as I kissed and sucked her nipples. "Mon Dieu!" she said. I was amazed at her ability to remain in character. Being "Yvette" was something she loved more and more. It gave her a way to pretend I was her boss, not just her lover. Carol enjoyed imagining I was subjugating her somehow. I enjoyed how much it made her hungry for me.
When I placed the head of my cock at the entrance of her pussy, she said some French words that I never quite figured out. I'm pretty sure it translated into something like "big hard cock" in otele gelen escort English. It really didn't matter. I didn't need to understand all the specifics to help "Yvette" enjoy playing the role of sexy servant to her master. As in so many things, part of what she liked was the knowledge that she was doing something for me that she would never agree to do for her husband. As time went by, I came to appreciate the depth of Carol's commitment to her role as a Hotwife. It just meant I needed to be equally committed to my role as her Bull.
She was wet and ready. Carol was still tight, but not as tight as she would have been before I put my fingers in her pussy. By this time I wanted to go slow and gentle. I'd done enough to degrade and "force" her into things like swallowing my cum. My preference now was to make love to Carol the way I made love to my other girlfriends, acting like a man who respected and cared for her.
That's how I actually felt, of course. Being her Bull didn't change those feelings, and I'm sure Carol knew that. Whether she did or not, she liked the feeling of my cock inside her, and I could feel her becoming increasingly excited. I was sure I could give her one more orgasm before I climaxed myself.
Carol began thrusting her hips up each time I pushed down. We got into a nice steady rhythm as we approached the edge. I held my face inches above hers, and she looked at me with a sexy little smile. I've come to love that expression. I see it on her all the time. She looks that way just before she becomes so excited that she has to squeeze her eyes shut as she gasps for breath and feels her orgasm overtake her.
Her next climax wasn't nearly as big and explosive as the last one. It was slow and gentle. I felt her body get stiff all over as all her muscles clenched. She made a soft, low moan. Her hips jerked upward as her pussy began throbbing for the second time. I didn't climax until she was almost finished. Feeling me fill her pussy with warm wetness made her giggle. I loved that sound.
We both knew that her introduction to cocksucking went extremely well. "Yvette" loved the experience, and she'd done a great job for a beginner. In the weeks ahead, I got a lot of blowjobs from "Yvette," who became so good that I imagined she'd win a medal if cocksucking was an Olympic event.
But I couldn't help wondering how Alan fit into all this. I knew that part of this arrangement involved Carol giving her husband detailed, explicit descriptions of what we did together. Did that really mean she'd tell Alan I "forced" her to suck my cock and swallow my cum? I still didn't completely understand exactly how that part of this relationship worked, so I tried not to think about it too much. I couldn't help but feel that what Carol and I did together was private. Intellectually, I knew that wasn't true, but it made no difference to the way I felt.
I found out the truth in a very uncomfortable way.
"Bill, I just loved hearing about what you did to Carol the other night," Alan said when he saw me at work. "She loved it. You should have heard how happy she sounded as she told me all the details."
Oh, jeez. Did I really have to hear Alan talk about that kind of stuff? Apparently, that's part of the job of being a Bull.
"Carol has never sucked my cock. I've asked her, and she's always refused," Alan said. "I'm sure she'd never swallow my cum. But she loved doing that for you. Loved loved loved it. Good job, bro."
Yeah, bro. Whatever.
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Thus begins Carol's career as a cocksucker. Let's hope she achieves greatness in that field. Chapter 4 looks at her first experience with BDSM.