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Today I’m here to share an anecdote I remembered because of a post I read; this is my perspective as a bull, but I’d still like to hear your point of view.
I’m a bull with a very un-bull-like physique; normally the stereotype of a bull is a muscular guy with a big cock, but I really don’t fit that mold. I have a belly, no defined arms, and my cock isn’t monstrous—it’s actually pretty average, around 5.5 to 6 inches.
A few years ago, I got in touch with a couple; some of my favorite dynamics involve couples, especially in the realm of domination and humiliation, since I have strong dominant traits. The truth is, it was one of those times when everything just fell into place and we went straight to a hotel. Personally, I love getting to know the couple or the girlfriend in a more relaxed setting beforehand, but hey, that’s just how things worked out.
Things got pretty passionate right away; as soon as we entered the room, things heated up. We barely exchanged a word before the girlfriend started kissing me. I wanted to take things a bit slower, but I couldn’t resist her kisses as she rubbed her pussy against my knee, and her boyfriend just stood at the entrance watching. After a few minutes, she began going down on my cock, but then my head cleared and I told her we should take a shower first. Before heading into the bathroom, of course, I invited the cuckold too.
We went into the bathroom and I ripped off the girl’s dress while she clumsily tried to unbuckle my belt. The cuckold came in too, and I told him I wanted him on his knees, naked on the floor. That’s when everything fell apart for me: as we got into the shower, I glanced at the cuckold out of the corner of my eye—the bastard had a cock like a goddamn arm. At that moment, a shiver ran down my spine. “What the fuck do they need me for with a monster like that?” Honestly, I was overcome with insecurity, almost went on autopilot, so much so that I don’t even remember exactly what happened in the shower, until the girl noticed something was wrong. We got out and dried off; she came over and began kissing me softly while caressing my balls, whispering in my ear, “It’s not the size, it’s the attitude.” After that, she went down and, almost worshiping my cock, started devouring it like the most delicious piece of meat after days without food. That’s when it clicked. This was never about size or manliness, and that’s stuck with me to this day; here, it’s a complete experience.
After the click, I resumed and became more dominant than ever. I grabbed her by the nape of her neck and made her swallow my entire cock. I looked her in the eyes and said, “You’re mine,” while she sort of smiled and nodded. A few minutes later we remembered that the cuck was still on his knees in the bathroom, so we called him in. We fucked for a while until, as she was riding me, she moaned, “I prefer you.” This made me feel unstoppable, and I came like a beast. I grabbed the cuck by the head and dragged him over to clean up my mess.
I’m a firm believer that when it comes to sex, you’re always learning; you never reach the top, and every day at least one paradigm is shattered for me. I love this, I love this world, and every day I’m more surprised by how stereotypes are just that—stereotypes. While I have great respect for those who want to cling to the fantasy that only giant dicks are useful, I don’t think that’s all there is to it, but I’d still love to hear your thoughts.
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