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I finally refound my submissive side after being very much dominant and mostly lesbian for the fall and winter. I’ve been hooking up with a male bull again who lets me feel safe and kinky. What follows is a consensual and pre-planned kink scene that we played out this past weekend.
My husband, Gary, was sitting on the couch in our living room scrolling on his phone and I was sitting at the kitchen table studying for a doula course that I’ve been working on when my bull, Alex, slammed open the front door without knocking and walked up behind me, and pulled down the top of my dress, exposing my chest. I didn’t react, just kept looking at my computer. Alex went over to my husband and took his phone out of his hands, tossed it aside, and told him to watch him make me his bitch.
He came back over to me and roughly squeezed and massaged my tits. I kept trying to read my screen even though I wasn’t seeing any of the words anymore, but he slapped my face, closed my lap top, grabbed my hair and made me look up at him, then spat in my face. He pulled nipple clamps out of his pocket and put them on me then put his fingers in my mouth. I was breathing shallow and getting wet already and now I was drooling, too. I tried to look over my shoulder at Gary but Alex grabbed my hair again and told me not to, and slapped me again.
He dragged me out the chair and pushed me sitting against a wall. He stood over me and pulled his pants down. He was dripping a little, but not all the way hard. He slapped me with his dick and called me a bitch, rubbed his balls across my face, slapped me with his hand again, then, fully erect, pushed himself into my mouth. I relaxed my throat in time to not gag when he shoved it all the way down, but he kept it in there until I thrashed and pushed him away.
I let him pin me against the wall like that for a while. He asked me whose bitch I was. I told him I was his bitch. He asked me if I liked being his bitch. I said I loved being his bitch. He called me pathetic and he called Gary pathetic for marrying me. When Alex finally dragged me to the living room and threw me face down on the rug I saw Gary for the first time since we started the scene and he was transfixed. He looked scared and horny and I thought I saw some precum on his pants but he wasn’t touching himself.
Alex fucked me from behind and dug his fingers into my fleshy hips. He knows I like it fast and dirty like that and didn’t try to do anything fancy other than dial up the dirty talk. He made me tell him that I want to be a filthy whore for him, that I love his cock. He pulled out of me, pushed me prone on the floor, pulled my hair so that I was looking at my husband, and made me say it again. Then he rolled me over and fucked me lying on my side, still fast and dirty, slapping my tits and face and asking Gary if he liked seeing his wife like that. Gary was speechless. He’s seen me get fucked rough before, but I don’t think he’s seen me get humiliated like that.
When we were done there was lots of debrief and aftercare while we all rehydrated. Alex left and Gary and I spent the rest of the afternoon and evening cuddling and watching TV. We were both still feeling kind of high and buzzy by bedtime and had some very gentle sex before we crashed.
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