How I Became a Breeding Bull Ch. 08

She glared at me. "You didn't invite me over to have sex with a woman, did you?"

I said, "That isn't my plan, but it wouldn't hurt my feelings if you did. You can even have sex with Phillip. As far as I'm concerned, you deserve it. But isn't it an axiom that the only women who aren't lesbians are women who haven't had sex with a woman yet? None of these women are lesbians, but they've certainly found out they enjoy sex with a woman if a man isn't available. I've just doubled their chances of a date on Saturday night. I wouldn't mind you having your pick of dates on Saturday night. I don't want you being alone. Just because I was shit as a husband, doesn't mean all men would be, or women for that matter."

"Cute."

I smiled at her. "Come on. It's a little bit cute. Tell Phillip he's up to thirty swats. I'm going to start the steaks now. Medium for you, Jeri?"

"You remember. Yea."

"I remember a lot of things about you. I didn't hate you, Jeri. I just couldn't be faithful. It was my failing. I've freely admitted I'm a bastard. I'm sure we'll have more discussion on that later."

I went outside and started the T-bones. I knew Laura was steaming the broccoli. The salad was made, and I'd helped. I wasn't a total shit. I'm sure there was some discussion going on inside, but I didn't need to be a part of it. At some point, I'd have to talk about the things on my mind. It could wait until after supper.

Phillip and Laura liked their steaks medium well, Jeri and I medium, so I had ours plated before theirs were ready. I carried them in and found Jeri helping with setting the table. Unfortunately, all four plates were on the table.

"Jeri, Phillip doesn't get to eat at the table tonight. He was not a good boy this evening, and shouldn't be rewarded as if he were. His plate will go on the floor."

She looked at me. "You're joking, right?

"It's why he's got a tail in his ass. He was a bad dog. Sitting on a chair would be uncomfortable for him. Since we're having steaks, he will get utensils. If it were something he could eat without using his hands, he'd be eating off his plate. If you feel sorry for him, he can stand beside you and you can feed him yourself, but he can't use his hands. If I'm going to be his Dominant, it needs to be established quickly and maintained throughout his submission. The sooner he accepts his submission, the easier it will be for him. He'll get punished less.

"If he'd removed his clothing immediately upon entering the house, despite the presence of someone new, trusting me not to harm him, he'd be eating at the table, and wouldn't be getting his ass turned flame red. He didn't. I've protected him and his reputation more than he has. I have his best interests at heart, and he needs to trust that. If you were someone he needed to be concerned about, I would have warned him not to undress before he came home. Laura would have been dressed when you arrived, not naked. She trusted me, he didn't. She'll be rewarded, he won't."

Phillip and Laura had entered the dining room carrying the rest of the food during the latter part of my explanation. "Isn't that right, bitch boy?" I asked him. "You need to accept that you're mine and do as I say, without worrying?"

"Yes, Master. I'm sorry I didn't trust you."

"I know you are. You'll be eating off the floor tonight."

"Yes, sir."

"I'll feed him," Jeri said.

"Very well. Do you hear that, doggy? Miss Tyson will feed you tonight. Thank her for being so nice to you."

"Thank you, Miss Tyson."

"You're welcome."

I pulled Laura into my lap, feeding her, kissing her, and playing with her.

"I thought you said Laura was a good and obedient slave, and didn't have to be fed?"

"She was good. My feeding her is rewarding her. Laura hasn't gotten to orgasm since this morning. She's developed a high sex drive as my submissive, needing to orgasm fairly often. I'm giving her positive reinforcement. Feeding her, showing her I'm her Master and I care for her, and I'm the source of the good things which come to her, whether it be food or orgasms. Since neither Phillip or I are gay, or even bisexual, I can't treat him in exactly the same way. I would feed him, as you are, and his wife would be sucking his painfully hard erection, giving him relief, the advantage of having control over both of them. He can't be rewarded, so his arousal goes without easing and it becomes painful. He climaxed without permission last night while trying to learn to control his orgasms, hence he hasn't cum since then. Laura went without sex last night for the same reason, cumming without permission. If he'd been obedient when he arrived home, Laura would have sucked his cock immediately upon his undressing."

Laura broke into my explanation, asking permission to cum. With my permission, she spasmed, cumming on my fingers. She was thrusting against my hand, softly moaning, her arm around my neck, leaning her head against my chest. It seemed to make Jeri fidget. Phillips poor prick seemed fit to burst.

Jeri did feed Phillip, giving him bites of his food and helping him drink his wine while I was doing the same for Laura on my lap. If I'd been naked, I'd be fucking my slut, but I wasn't, although it was my intent to do so later in front of Jeri if she let me. Laura came three more times on my fingers, and I fed them to her each time to be licked clean.

Jeri was asking lots of questions of both Laura and Phillip and I believed that she was being answered truthfully, from what I knew. The meal over, Jeri enjoyed another glass of wine, while I helped Laura and Phillip clear off the table and put food away.

"It's time for the rest of your paddling, bitch boy," I said, the kitchen tidy again.

"Yes, Master."

Jeri watched as Phillip bent over the couch again, and I gave him thirty more smacks to his bottom. They weren't as hard as his previous ten, because there were more. I'm sure Phillip felt every one of them.

"You may go cool your ass off in the pool, bitch boy. Remove your tail, so it doesn't get wet. Remain outside until I ask for you."

"Yes, Master."

Phillip left and I said, "Are you satisfied that the situation is as I've described it, Jeri?"

"I'd agree. Both of them have been forthcoming and answered my questions about their situation."

"Then we get to the crux of the matter of why I invited you, which are basically twofold. Regardless of whether I remain their Dominant or not, Laura needs to be trained to be a better cock sucker. On Labor Day weekend, she fucked two other men besides me, and couldn't get any of their cocks down. The only one she can deep throat is Phillip, and he doesn't present that much of a challenge. To be a proper submissive, she should be able to swallow a cock. I'd like you to show her how you can swallow mine.

"The second reason, is I've tried to make Phillip a better lover, both for his wife's sake, and the sake of any other woman he may happen to fuck as a result of their situation. A person I'm looking at to be their new Dominant when I move on, is a woman, who both of them could have sex with, since Laura now enjoys a woman's caresses and Phillip is primarily heterosexual, although he's shown a willingness to suck a cock if it allows him to see Laura fucked more frequently. I've tried using premature ejaculation techniques so he has more control over his orgasms and can fuck longer. Laura has been using Ben Wa balls so even though I'm stretching her out, she can remain tight when fucking her husband and give him the pleasure he deserves. Unfortunately, it hasn't worked as well as I'd hoped. He's ejaculated three times that I know of, without any physical stimulation whatsoever, just from watching me fuck his wife. I'd like you to observe this phenomenon for yourself and if you can offer any suggestions as to what to do about it, I'd like to hear them."

"You want me to watch you fuck another woman?"

"Please. I know I'm asking a lot. You don't even have to watch us. Watch Phillip instead, ensure he's not touching himself. I'd be grateful. I could give you another shopping spree, donate money to a charity in your name, almost anything you want."

"Fuck! Okay to the first part. I'll teach your slut to deep throat your cock, but I'm not sure about the second part. Watching you fuck another woman might be more than I can bear. But if I do show her how to deep throat you, you'll do what I want when you cum."

"What do you want?"

"I want you to cum all over Laura's face."

"Done."

"Aren't you going to ask her?"

"She's my slave. I don't have to ask her. If she doesn't want me to do so, she has a safe word she can use."

Jeri looked at Laura and she said, "I will accept his cum on my face, Miss Tyson. I want to learn how to properly suck my Master's cock. It's a small price to pay."

"Fine."

I called Phillip in from outside and he followed us into the master bedroom, wondering what was going to happen. I told him to display where I could keep an eye on him with an order not to cum.

"We've been trying this like you used to do it," I said, having Laura lie on the bed with her head over the edge.

"That's the only way anyone would be able to do it," Jeri said. "Your cock is so fucking thick, and hard. It makes for a good fuck, but a damn difficult blow job. How far has she taken you so far?"

"About six inches."

"So past her gag reflex already."

"Pretty much."

"Let's see what she's got."

I extracted my cock from my slacks, leaving them on and fed it to Laura, who worked it down about five and a half inches on her own.

"I usually start giving her orgasms at this point. She seems to open up a little more when she's cumming."

"Let's see it."

I pulled out to let Laura breathe more, then started playing with her pussy again. Like a well trained slave, Laura started cumming, and I eased my cock into her mouth again and she got another half inch down. I pulled out before Laura asphyxiated.

"Laura, when Brick gets to just before his deepest penetration, I want you to start swallowing, almost as if he's food, keep swallowing and swallowing. Brick you have to pull out after a half minute to let her catch her breath, then she can start again. It gets easier and easier as her esophagus get stretched. It's essentially a hollow tube, but it's between the spinal cord and the trachea, so it's space limited, but the trachea can move out of the way."

Laura nodded, breathing deeply. I started my probing again. Jeri started saying, "Swallow, swallow, swallow, good girl, swallow," as I reached my previous deepest penetration. I got down to six and a half before I had to pull out. The next time, seven, the time after, seven and a half. She was almost there. Her throat was bulging from my cock. Phillip was goggle eyed.

"Remember, Brick, cum on her face," Jeri said before I entered the stretch run.

I nodded and pushed forward, Laura swallowing frantically. Her throat was so tight, stretched around my cock. I could feel her muscles squeezing, trying to force my cock down. Almost, there.

Phillip groaned and climaxed, spontaneously shooting his cum in the air, splashing on the end of the bed, not touching himself, Jeri glancing at him in surprise. I pulled out, letting Laura gasp for breath, then pushed in again, going down easier this time, enough for a couple thrusts, then back. Down again, three thrusts this time. Then four. Knowing I had enough for now and letting my orgasm build. Up, down, Laura's throat working, tugging my cock down, ready.

Pulling up and out, and releasing, a flood of cream exploding over Laura's face. Spurt after thick spurt coating her sweet countenance. Phillip groaning and spewing more of his cum out, still not touching himself, dribbling cum on the floor now, no force behind it.

Jeri said, "I'll get a towel."

"No need," I answered. "Phillip clean up the mess on Laura's face."

"Yes, Master."

Moving to Laura, Phillip lapped up the huge amount of cum on her. As he licked it, his cock got harder, even after his orgasm. He licked until only saliva glistened on her face.

"He didn't touch himself?" Jeri asked, confirming.

"No, it's why I had him stand there so I could keep an eye on him."

"And this has been happening every time he watches you fuck his wife?"

"Once even when he could only hear me fucking her. He was fastened close to the floor and slept on the dog bed."

"I'd like to see it again."

"You don't mind if I fuck Laura this time, do you?"

"Fuck it. Go ahead."

Laura got me hard again. It didn't take me long. I hadn't had much sex today either.

"Phillip, you don't have permission to cum. I will whip your cock and balls ten times with the flogger each time you cum. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Master," he moaned.

"Laura, you may cum as much as you wish."

"Thank you, sir."

I fucked Laura doggy style for ten minutes, driving hard into her tight cunt. As per usual, Laura became vocal.

"Fuck me with your big cock, Master. You make me feel so good, I'm cumming, sir. You fill me like no one else. Fuck me harder, sir. I'm so full. I'm cumming again sir."

I rolled over taking her with me, so she was riding me reverse cowgirl, letting her drive. There wasn't much difference, except she fucked me harder than I had fucked her. Her vocalizations remained the same. More of the same, actually. Louder and throatier. Ten more minutes of that (during which Phillip had another spontaneous ejaculation), and I flipped her on her back, put her legs over my shoulders and arms and long stroked my dick into her. Laura loved this position. She always loved this position.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, sir. Fill my slutty cunt with your cum. Cum inside me, Master. Make me your slutty, cum filled bitch."

Fifteen more minutes of that and Phillip blew another load. I figured I'd messed with my ex long enough and unloaded another full load in Laura's drenched pussy. When I pulled out of her, sperm was leaking out of the gaping hole I'd left behind.

"Clean that up, Phillip. That's ten strokes with the paddle, and twenty with the whip. After Laura is tidy, get them both for me."

"Yes, Master."

Jeri watched Phillip lick the dripping cream, shoving his tongue deep inside to scoop the cum out. He delayed as long as he could, by continuing to lick, even giving Laura two more orgasms. Finally, I told him he was done.

He stopped and brought back the paddle and flogger. I told him to bend over the bed for his spanking. He'd already felt the paddle once tonight. He was ready for that. The whip scared him. I'd never used it on him before. He stoically took the ten swats of the leather paddle, his ass once again red.

"Will it hurt, Master?" Phillip asked.

"Probably. It is the intent of a flogger. Spread your legs further apart. I want a better shot at your cock and balls."

Phillip spread them in obedience, even as he pleaded. "Please don't hurt me, Master. Give me forty more with the paddle, sir."

"If you didn't want to be whipped, why did you cum without permission."

"I couldn't help it, sir. You saw me. You saw I didn't touch myself. Please, Master, I don't know what's wrong with me."

"Do I need to gag you, bitch boy?"

"No, sir."

I gave him ten strokes to his back, five more to his sore ass and the back of his legs, and taking something off of the next five, five strokes to his dangling ball sack and still stiff pecker. He flinched and cried out, but realized that in the greater scheme of things, he'd gotten off easy. He thanked me profusely.

"Go use the bathroom, and take a shower. I'm done fucking Laura for the night. I'm going to leash you to your bed again."

"Yes, Master. Thank you."

As soon as he was gone, Jeri said, "If I hadn't seen it, I don't think I'd have believed it. Did you love your fucking, Laura?"

"I always love it when Master fucks me, Miss Tyson. He's the best lover I've ever had."

"God, I sure do miss those fuckings," Jeri said. "They made my day."

"Why don't you fuck him, Miss Tyson," Laura said. "I'm sure he's got another couple fuckings in him tonight, if not more, and he already said he's done with me for the night."

"News flash, honey; we're divorced, or annulled, which is the same as."

"Did you fuck him before you were married?" Laura asked.

"Yes," Jeri replied carefully.

"Then it seems like marriage isn't a prerequisite to fucking, Miss Tyson. News flash; I'm not married to him either. No one who's fucking him is married to him."

"Did you put her up to this?" Jeri asked me, though she was smiling.

"No, I'm just glad you came and heard me out. I had no ulterior motives, although I'm glad I had a chance to see you again under semi-civil conditions."

"Why did you invite her, Master? I kind of wondered myself."

"Meet Dr. Jeri Tyson, psychologist," I said. "She doesn't specialize in these types of cases, but I thought her input might be helpful."

******

After leashing Phillip to his bed, I went out to the spa with Laura and Jeri, with another bottle of wine.

"I didn't bring a suit," Jeri said, when she saw where I'd taken her.

"You've seen me naked, and Laura naked. I've seen you naked and if you ever spent time in a woman's locker room, you've been seen naked by other women mucho number of times. I didn't think you were that much of a prude."

"You're an asshole, you know it."

I smiled at her. "So you've told me, multiple times. I already agree with you. If not an asshole, then at least an unrepentant Casanova, which is damn close to the same thing."

I started removing my clothes, Laura was already in the spa. Jeri sighed and stripped off her clothes, sinking into the spa.

"Do you have any recommendations of anything else I might try, Doctor?"

"I don't know. I might need to do some research on the subject. What were you thinking of trying next?"

"Since his ejaculations seem to be part of his cuckold fetish, which is definitely tied to watching Laura get fucked, exclusively by men, because women haven't seemed to do the same thing, I was thinking of taking Laura somewhere else for a few days, where Phillip can't see her fucked. I was hoping the mere threat of my doing so would have stopped him, because he does want to see it so much. Now, I'm wondering if I should ever let him see Laura have sex, maybe put some white noise in his ears so he can't hear it either. Perhaps that would tone down his spontaneous ejaculations. I hate to do it, because it was the primary reason he wanted another man to breed his wife. It seems like I'm cheating him out of his pleasure in the deal. I mean, I suppose I don't have to fix his fucking skills. He can be a small dicked premature ejaculator for the rest of his life, but I was hoping that if he felt better in the bedroom, not as much of a disappointment, his fetish wouldn't drive him so hard. He could take pride in the pleasure he himself gave his wife, and not expect me or someone else to do it."

"That sounds remarkably kind hearted of you, Brick."

"Except for the fact I was a cheating bastard, I was never unkind to you, Jeri."

"No, you weren't. I'll give you that."

"As a result of my current relationship with Phillip and Laura, I've had sex with a couple of other married women, both of them in Ethical Non-Monogamous marriages. Have you heard of it?"

"I'm familiar with the term. It's essentially an open marriage."

"That's one type. Laura's and Phillip's is another. Polyamorous relationships form still another. Essentially, it's any relationship where the couple agree that either of the parties can have sex with other people under whatever terms they both agree to. In my reading, there was one couple where the man was asexual and couldn't provide for the sexual needs to his partner. So she got to have sex with other men, as long as she came home and provided the emotional support he did need. It requires them to have the knowledge and consent of their partner for sex with others, to remain ethical and not become merely cheating.