How I Became a Breeding Bull Ch. 05

"In other words, you want to see me become a slut?"

"There are no other words. Those are the only words. It's like the old conundrum about the tree in the forest. If it falls and no one hears it, did it make a sound. If you become a slut, and I didn't see it, did you really become a slut?"

She laughed. "You aren't going to push me to fuck him, are you?"

I smiled at her. "If you do it because I made you do it, you're not a slut. You may be submissive, or a rape or blackmail victim, but not a slut. Sluttiness is what you earn on your own because you want to do it. It's your choice to behave in that way, no one else's."

"I can't believe the things I've done over the past few days. I don't even feel like myself anymore."

"Perhaps you're more like yourself, the part you've kept locked away."

******

We had a great time at the game. We ate junk food, had a couple of beers. I tried to keep a hand or arm on her at all times. An arm around her neck, her hand in mine, my hand on her leg, little things reminding her of my physical presence. She cheered for the 49er's, I cheered for the opposing team, Las Vegas, just for fun. It was the last preseason game before they started counting. When San Francisco won, it gave her bragging rights, which excited her.

Roxanne was floating on air when we got back in the limo, fueled by the victory and two large beers.

"Fuck me, Brick."

"You got it."

Roxanne sucked me to a woody, then put a condom on me and she sat on the edge of the seat and urged me to bang her hard. I'd been fucking her for twenty minutes, when she said, "Open the partition."

I laughed and opened it up. Roxanne surprised me though. Instead of just fucking for an audience, she said, "D'Jon, find a safe place to pull over. I want to suck your cock while Brick fucks me."

"Yes, ma'am. I'll have to pull off the freeway."

"Whatever works best."

"Are you sure," I asked her.

"I'm sure."

I slowed down my thrusting, not wanting to expend myself before D'Jon joined us. It took around ten minutes for D'Jon to find a place he considered safe, someplace near San Mateo, an unused parking lot behind a business closed on Sunday. Almost as soon as the car stopped, he was climbing in the back. He sat down on the seat by the partition and I let Roxanne crawl to him and extract his cock from his pants. He was 90% hard already.

"Pound me hard, Brick. Drive me over D'Jon's black cock. I want to see how much of him I can get down."

I pounded her hard. She didn't get all of him down, but Roxanne had three fourths of him in her mouth when he unloaded his balls. Roxanne made a valiant effort to keep downing his sperm before he drowned her, but she still lost some of it, spilling out around her mouth as he sent more than she could swallow. I emptied mine a couple minutes later.

D'Jon helped me clean up her face and the top of her chest where the sperm landed when she couldn't keep up with the flow.

I helped straighten her clothes once more. She was fairly quiet the rest of the ride.

She finally broke her silence. "Brick, I'm going to go home when we get back to the hotel. Tomorrow is going to be a busy day for me and I haven't kept up with a lot of things staying with you."

"All right. Becca will be a little disappointed she can't spend more time with you."

Roxanne smiled. "She's a good kid. I like her."

"I think so. I like her too. She's a fireball and my biggest supporter."

"Don't hurt her."

"I'll try not to. What makes you think I would?"

"You wouldn't do it on purpose. Just ease back a little from her. Give her some space. Don't keep her in the Brick Zone."

"Okay. I know what you mean."

"Thank you."

At the hotel, I paid D'Jon while Roxanne went to collect her things. She was mostly packed by the time I got to the room. Becca was pleading with her to stay.

"Hey, we have the whole evening to play," Becca said.

"I can't play all the time. I have other responsibilities. Everyone does. Just as it can't be all work, it can't be all play, either. I've played hard for three nights. It's time to get back to work. Things have suffered while I was playing. This isn't the last time you'll see me. I'll have reason to shoot up to Seattle now. I won't forget you. You're the first girl who ever licked my cunt while I was getting fucked. That makes you special, okay?"

"Okay, but you were supposed to lick the cum out of my cunt after Brick fucked me."

"I'm sure Brick would be happy to do that himself," Roxanne said. "He's pretty self-sufficient. He doesn't need someone to do his job for him."

After Roxanne left, Becca said, "Did you piss her off again?"

"Don't think so."

"Then why did she leave?"

"I think she got scared at how far she could go, if she let go."

"What the hell does that mean?"

"That being a slut can be scary if you're not ready for it."

******

With Roxanne gone, I had plenty of time to work out tonight. We were down to just the two of us again, and I was content with that. At this point, I didn't want anyone else. I was thinking of Laura and Phillip and how they were doing and how the time apart had affected them. I was thinking about the company I'd acquired and what I was going to do with it. I was thinking about Diana and Klara and their ENM marriages.

Just as I spent time researching willing cuckolds after Laura's tale, I looked into the phenomenon of Ethical Non-Monogamy. I could see that Phillip and Laura loosely fit into the category of ENM, because it was a broad category, encompassing almost any facet of extra-marital sex. As long as the spouses remained committed to one another and didn't engage in any hidden sex, or sex which the partner didn't agree to, it could fall under ENM. Sex with certain people might be okay, but not others. There had to be some sort of consensus that the outside sex was good for the marriage. When it was no longer good for the marriage, it became non-ethical. The only difference I could see is Phillip became aroused by his wife having sex with others. I made note of several links to articles I'd run across that I thought might make Phillip feel better about himself.

Of course, I also had time to have sex with Becca. I took care of her good on Sunday night, twice, and again Monday morning before our flight, and we cleaned each other off. She wanted to see if we could pick up someone else on the flight back.

"I've got business with Phillip and Laura, and wouldn't have time for anyone else right now."

"What about Sharon?"

"You don't need me to have sex with Sharon. I'm sure she'd appreciate some company if that's what you want to do, but you don't need to include me." I paused, gathering my thoughts, recalling Roxanne's piece of advice. "Becca, I'm going to leave you alone for a couple weeks, okay? I'm not mad, or disappointed, but I want to give you some space. I'm not the only person you should be engaging with. I'm not a relationship guy. I don't want you depending on me for a relationship, even a fucking relationship. Get out there, have some fun on your own. You don't need me to explore your sexuality. I'll give you a call in a couple weeks, and we'll get together, but it can't be an all the time thing. It's not that I don't like you, but don't depend on me. I'm not a dependable guy."

She thought about that for a few minutes. "I see where you're going with this. I understand."

"Good." I kissed her. "Roxanne told me not to hurt you, and I definitely don't want to do that."

I took Becca home after we got back to Seattle. She lived in a nice apartment in Bellevue, on the other side of Lake Washington from Seattle. I helped carry her luggage in, then kissed her goodbye, and headed to Phillip and Laura's home.

Laura was naked when I arrived, by which I assumed that she was still on board with her breeding. If she weren't, she'd probably be wearing clothes again, unless she had suddenly become enamored of remaining naked constantly. I wanted to talk to Phillip before continuing our arrangement. I thought he'd still be on board, but he was at work and I felt I should confirm with him first. I also needed to discuss our contract. She was also wearing the largest plug again, so she was anticipating I would be fucking her ass.

"Do you have your Ben Wa balls inside of you?"

"Yes."

"The larger ones or smaller ones?"

"The smaller ones."

"Do you still lose one on occasion?"

"Yes. Are we going to fuck now?"

"No."

"Why not?

"One of the reasons we took this break, was to give both of you a chance to reflect on what's happened so far, and determine if it's still what you wanted to do."

"We did, and we still want to continue."

"I'd like to confirm that with Phillip. I told you we only do this with his full approval."

"Come on, Brick. I've gone without your prick for five days, which means I haven't even been able to fuck my husband with my cunt since Wednesday at midnight. Nothing but oral and anal sex. I need to feel something in my cunt, and I'm sure Phillip is dying to feel how tight my pussy is right now himself. He can't fuck it until you fuck it."

"And now we wait until he gets home."

"Just call him."

"You can wait until he gets home."

"I don't want to wait."

"Tough shit."

I left her there and went into the master bedroom to put away my clothes, separating out the dirty, and rehanging the clean. I set aside some of my suits for dry cleaning, since I'd worn the pants while fucking. Laura came into the closet as I was hanging my unused suit. She hugged me from the rear and wrapped one hand around my hips, finding my cock. I felt my cock stir.

I removed her hands, faced her and said, "I told you, no."

"Please, Brick, fuck me."

"Not going to happen. Give it a rest."

She left me alone for the moment, and I finished up. I got out my copy of Phillip's and my agreement to breed Laura. As Becca had suggested, and I'd forgotten, wrapped up in the thought I would be fucking her, Laura's name wasn't on the document. She was not a signatory. At the very least, I needed her to sign an amended agreement before I knocked her up. There might be some other changes needed. I took photos of both pages and texted them to Roxanne with a request for her to check it over and make recommendations.

Roxanne texted back quickly. I'll look them over tonight and get back with you by tomorrow with any suggestions. I almost wished I'd stayed last night. I enjoyed your company.

I enjoyed yours. I told Becca I wasn't going to see her for a couple weeks to give her time to decompress, consider what she's done, and see if she wants to remain in the Brick Zone.

It's a tempting place to be. I should know.

Talk to you later.

Tomorrow.

Naked and dangling, I went to the exercise room and worked with the weights. Laura joined me after fifteen minutes. Heavens, it was tempting watching her work out naked. Her pussy was wet with a combination of sweat and her own arousal. She lost a Ben Wa ball doing squats. I felt myself growing hard.

Knowing what usually happened when I got an erection, I abandoned the strength workout and went outside to the pool to swim laps. Five minutes later, Laura was out there, lying on a lounge chair, smearing suntan lotion all over her naked body, then masturbating. I was rock hard in no time, which gave her no small amount of amusement, watching me swim with a swollen oar in the water. I was still hard when I got out of the pool thirty minutes later.

"Can I put some suntan lotion on for you, Brick?" Laura asked innocently.

Knowing where that would likely lead, due to the blood loss to my brain, I politely declined. I did take the lotion and spread some on my front, then grabbed another chair and lay down, laid the towel over my groin and closed my eyes. It was comfortable lying out there on a late summer day. I hadn't gotten a ton of sleep lately. It was Labor Day Weekend coming up, and if I were still here, I could see cooking some steaks and salmon on the grill outside, do a little frolicking, maybe invite Sharon. It was probably her last weekend in town. It could be a nice weekend. I dozed off.

I woke up to the most exquisite sensation; a tongue and lips dancing on the head of my cock. Momentarily befuddled, I kept my eyes closed and let the sensation continue, until I felt a cunt descent over my prick. Wait just a fucking minute. I opened my eyes and saw Laura settling over my prick. She was exquisitely tight and so fucking disobedient. I plucked her off my cock, and threw her in the pool.

"I told you to wait until Phillip got home," I said when she sputtered back to the surface. "No, means no. You've no more right to rape me than I have to rape you."

"It's not rape if you want to."

"It is if I said no. Listen to yourself."

I left her there in the pool and went into the house, locking the bedroom door behind me, then taking a cold shower. I called Sharon when I was done.

"Can you come to Phillip's after you're done with work? I'm going to have a favor to ask."

"Sure, be happy to."

"I'll see you around 6:30? We'll have some dinner after I fuck you."

"That should be doable. Looking forward to it."

"Great. I'll see you then."

The doorknob rattled as Laura tried to come in. She knocked softly. "I'm sorry, Brick."

"You'll be sorrier later."

"What does that mean?"

"You'll find out later. Leave me alone."

The house grew silent. I packed my garment bag all over again before I went back to my nap.

******

Phillip got home at 5:45. I heard another knock on the door.

"Brick is everything okay." Phillip's voice.

"Not yet, though it may be in the future. Meet me in the living room in five minutes."

"All right."

I put on clothes and grabbed my copy of our contract.

Laura and Phillip were sitting in the living room. Laura was still naked. There was a good smell from something cooking in the kitchen. Our supper, I presumed. Well, theirs, I wouldn't be here.

"What's up?" Phillip asked.

"What is it when someone attempts to have sex with you against your will?"

"Sexual assault, sexual battery if penetration occurs."

"Laura, you want to tell your husband, or should I?"

She looked down at the floor. "When Brick got home, I wanted to have sex with him, and he told me we had to wait until you got home, so we could talk about things. While he was napping, I started licking his cock until he was hard, then mounted his cock, which is when he woke up, plucked me off of him and threw me into the pool."

"Why?"

"I haven't had regular sex since Wednesday night and I needed to feel a cock in my pussy."

"His cock, or any cock?"

"You can't fuck my cunt until he does," Laura said. "It had to be his cock first."

"His cock, or any cock, Laura?" Phillip too good of a lawyer to leave the question unanswered.

"His cock," she said softly, tears forming, falling down her cheeks.

"Phillip, I told you I was going to turn her into my cock slut, but I also said it would be under a defined set of rules, and that I didn't want your wife. She broke the rules. I don't want to do that to you. We'll get to that in a minute. I want you to take a look at this and tell me if you see anything wrong with it." I handed him our agreement.

"What's wrong with it?"

"You tell me, Becca knew right away. She knew when we signed the documents, without even reading them."

He looked over the contract. "Laura didn't sign. The contract is only enforceable between you and me."

"Bingo. Anything else?"

"I didn't see anything at first glance."

"Look it over carefully. I have another attorney doing the same thing. I expect to hear from her tomorrow. Did you fuck Sharon this weekend?"

"Once, on Sunday. I worked Saturday and it was mostly Laura having sex with her."

"Did Laura watch you have sex with her?"

Phillip looked at Laura, huddled beside him.

"No, she didn't."

"Why didn't you watch Phillip and Sharon fuck, Laura?"

"It was too painful to watch him have sex with another woman," Laura said tearfully.

"He watches you have sex with another man. Surely you could extend him the same courtesy."

"Phillip likes it. It's not the same for him."

"That's not exactly true," I replied. "Phillip is aroused by you having sex with another man. It doesn't mean there aren't other feelings attached to it. Would you care to tell Laura what else you feel, Phillip?"

"Pain from watching you fuck another man and enjoying it so much; humiliation, knowing you like fucking him more than me; fear that you might leave me since I can't satisfy you the way he does."

"Does that sound like he enjoys watching you fuck me, Laura?"

"No. But if that's the case, why do you want me to, Phillip?"

"Because I want to have children. Because I take vicarious pleasure in knowing you get more gratification than I'm able to give you. Because I can see you enjoy something so much and I love you and want to give you things you enjoy."

"As far as I can tell from my reading on the subject of willing cuckolds, there's a whole mixture of emotions a cuckold is subject to while their wife is having sex with others, including, at various times, jealousy, anger, arousal, shame, happiness. It's not all, 'I love to watch my wife fuck other men'. You violating the agreement we made to do this under certain conditions, makes the other feelings Phillip might feel, take a back seat to pain, fear and humiliation. If you love your husband, you want to minimize those negative feelings, and reinforce the positive ones. What you did today, was not taking his feelings into account at all. You were thinking only of yourself, just as you did when you didn't watch Phillip fucking Sharon. 'Oh, it's painful to watch him fuck another woman, so I won't'. Maybe you should watch, so you can experience the other feelings he has besides arousal, for yourself."

"I'm sorry," she said.

"You should be. What do you think we should do about Laura, Phillip?"

"What do you mean?" Phillip asked.

"I'm not comfortable proceeding unless we're all on the same page. Obviously, any problems with that contract needs to be fixed before I breed her, but we've got plenty of time for that. I think Laura should be punished for sexually assaulting me. I didn't mind her trying to tease me by masturbating in front of me to get me to change my mind, but she had no right to suck on my cock and mount it while I was asleep, or half asleep, after I told her we weren't having sex until we had a chance to talk."

"What did you have in mind?" Phillip asked.

"A number of things, starting with a spanking on her naked ass. I'll give her twenty, then you should give her twenty, because it was a betrayal to both of us. Additionally, she shouldn't get any sex at all until Friday, since she's so eager to fuck, cut her off. You'd have to agree for your part. I won't be here. I'm going to Sharon's for the next several days so I'm not tempted. I also think Laura should watch you have sex with Sharon. It might make her appreciate the other feelings you have watching her fuck me. I was thinking you could fuck Sharon's cunt while I fucked her ass, and Laura can watch both of her male lovers fucking another woman. Would you agree?"

"I can agree to that."

"What if I don't agree," Laura said. "What if I don't want a spanking?"

"Then I can move out and you can figure out some other method to get pregnant. I told you before, all three of us need to be in agreement for this to happen. I'm not willing to toy with Phillip's feelings, and you shouldn't either."

Laura thought for a few seconds. "Okay, I'd agree to all of those conditions. Will they happen on Friday, when you come back?"

"The spanking will occur as soon as Sharon arrives. I think it will be more humiliating to you for the spanking to occur in front of another person, particularly, a woman. The rest can occur after Friday."