The apartment was quiet except for the hum of the TV and the occasional rustle of fabric as we shifted on the couch. Sarah had her legs tucked under her, her fingers absently tracing circles on my thigh while we scrolled through our usual collection of clips. Nothing too extreme, just a mix of vanilla and the occasional kinky scene we both enjoyed. It was our little ritual, something that kept the spark alive between us.
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But tonight, something was different.
We weren’t just watching. We were reacting.
It started with a thumbnail, a woman on her knees, her lips wrapped around a thick, veiny cock, her eyes locked onto the camera with a mix of submission and hunger. The title read: “BBC Cuckold Training – She Loves Being Used.”
I almost scrolled past it. We’d seen cuckold videos before, but this one felt… different. More intense. The way the bull’s hands tangled in the woman’s hair, the way she moaned around his shaft like it was the only thing keeping her alive, it was raw, unfiltered, real.
Sarah’s breath hitched.
I glanced at her, and my stomach twisted. Her fingers had stilled on my thigh. Her lips were parted, her chest rising and falling faster than before. The screen flickered, casting shadows across her face as the bull thrust deeper, his cock glistening with her spit.
“Sarah?” My voice was rough, barely above a whisper.
She didn’t answer. Her eyes were glued to the screen, her thighs pressing together like she was trying to ease the ache between them.
I reached for the remote, but she grabbed my wrist. “Don’t.”
I froze. “You want to watch it?”
She bit her lip, her fingers tightening around my arm. “Yeah. I… I think I do.”
The video played out in front of us, and the more it went on, the more Sarah’s reactions changed. She wasn’t just watching, she was participating. Her hand slipped between her legs, her fingers working in slow, deliberate circles over her panties. She bit her lip, her hips rocking subtly against her own touch.
I should’ve stopped it. I should’ve turned it off, asked her what the hell was going on. But I didn’t.
Because I was hard.
The sight of her touching herself, her cheeks flushed, her breath coming in short gasps, it was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. And the video didn’t help. The bull was huge, his cock thick and veiny, the way he used the woman’s mouth like it was his personal toy. The way she loved it, her moans muffled around his shaft, her nails digging into his thighs like she never wanted to let go.
Sarah’s fingers moved faster. Her back arched, a soft whimper escaping her lips.
“Fuck,” she gasped, her free hand gripping the couch cushion like she was trying to anchor herself.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I reached for her, my fingers tangling in her hair, pulling her into a kiss. She kissed me back hungrily, her tongue sliding against mine as her hips rolled against her own touch.
We came together, our breaths mingling, our bodies trembling. And when it was over, when the last of the tension had drained from our limbs, I knew one thing for certain:
She liked it.
Afterward, we lay tangled together, our skin still slick with sweat. I propped myself up on one elbow, studying her face. Her lips were swollen from kissing, her eyes still glazed with pleasure.
“Sarah,” I said, my voice rough. “What was that about?”
She hesitated, then met my gaze. “I don’t know. It just… turned me on.”
I swallowed. “The video?”
She nodded, her fingers tracing idle patterns on my chest. “The way she *begged* for it. The way he *used* her. I… I don’t know why, but it made me *wet*.”
I was hard just listening to her.
The next day, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. The idea of her with someone else, someone bigger, someone who could really dominate her, was driving me crazy.
I wasn’t ready for the real thing. Not yet.
But the thought of her sexting with a stranger, letting him whisper filthy things in her ear while I watched? That alone had me harder than I’d been in months.
I’ve been thinking about those AI role-play scenarios, the ones where you can explore fantasies without real-world consequences. Maybe we could try one. Just to see how far she’d be willing to go in fantasy.
Not a bull. Not yet.
But someone who could push her further, make her scream in ways I never could.
The thought of her riding a thick, veiny cock while I kneel at her feet, worshipping her? Fuck. It’s making me crazy.
I set up the AI role-play scenario on my laptop, the screen glowing in the dim light of our bedroom. Sarah watched as the scenario unfolded, a virtual bull, his cock thick and veiny, his voice a deep growl as he ordered her to her knees.
“Get on your knees, slut,” the AI bull commanded. “Show me how much you love being used.”
Sarah’s breath hitched. Her fingers trembled as she reached for the keyboard, typing out her response.
“Yes, sir. I love being used.”
The bull’s response was immediate. “Good girl. Now take me in your mouth and show me how much you love it.”
Sarah’s fingers flew across the keys, her responses getting dirtier, more desperate with each line.
“I’ll take you so deep, sir. I’ll gag on your cock until you come down my throat.”
I watched as her avatar, a virtual version of Sarah, dropped to her knees, her lips wrapping around the AI bull’s shaft. The scenario played out in vivid detail, the AI’s commands growing more degrading, more real.
And Sarah? She was loving it.
Her breath came in short gasps, her fingers flying across the keyboard as she typed out her next response.
“Please, sir. Use me. Make me your slut.”
I was hard just watching her, my cock straining against my pants as I imagined the real thing. The real bull. The real Sarah, on her knees, her lips wrapped around a thick, veiny cock, her eyes watering as she took him deeper than she ever could with me.
The thought of her getting off on someone else’s dick while I watched?
Fuck.
It’s making me crazy.
I’ll update soon.
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