How I Became a Breeding Bull Ch. 24

"Damn, it's been a long time since he pounded my pussy. Not that we don't have sex, mind you, but really pounded, not so much."

They brought our food out, and Paula was quieter as we ate, although she got more animated when I asked her about her child. She showed us several pictures of her daughter, Cindy, and talked about what an angel she was.

"How old is she?" Emma asked.

"Two last month," Paula said.

"Are the terrible twos a real thing?" Charmaine asked.

"They do begin to want to start exerting their control over their surroundings," Paula said, "and that does include you, but if you love on them, you get through it. Brick said you were pregnant. How far along?"

"Roughly three weeks."

"Is it Brick's?"

"With 99.99 percent certainty."

"So a small chance it's your husbands?"

"No chance at all it's my husbands. Barry, my husband, can't fuck me anymore without a condom since he gave my pussy to Brick. The point 01 percent chance that it isn't Brick's is because Brick went from another woman who'd just been fucked by an Asian Indian man, to me. His cum was on Brick's cock when he entered me, which is why the chance is so small. The funny thing is, Brick asked Barry, if he should stick his cock in me, or wash it off first. Barry didn't hesitate at all. He told Brick to shove it in me."

"What does that mean? He gave your pussy to Brick?"

"The first time I fucked Brick, before I was fertile, I was carrying on something awful, begging him to fuck me. Brick started asking me if I loved his cock, did I love fucking him more than Barry, if he owned my pussy. In the euphoria of the moment, I told him he did own my pussy, and he could fuck me anytime he wanted. So Brick turned to Barry, who was watching us fuck, and said, 'your wife just said I own her pussy. Do you agree that I own her pussy and it's now mine to do whatever I want with it. Barry told him that he now owned my pussy.

"So Brick put a lock on it and the only ones who can open it are Brick and Barry. Since I live with my husband and Brick isn't around all the time, Brick gave him permission to unlock it, if Barry asked him first, or Brick can unlock it."

"Lock, unlock. What does that mean. You're wearing some kind of chastity belt?"

"In a manner of speaking," Charmaine said. "I have labial piercings on either side of my vaginal canal with a small chain and padlock across it. You can't really put a cock in my vagina without unlocking it. Barry gets locked in a cock cage any time I go out with another man. He got locked up yesterday before I came to Seattle. He won't be released until I get back tonight."

"So let me get this straight. In order to fuck my husband, Brick had to unlock your cunt?"

"Yes, ma'am."

She looked at me again. "Did you know he was married when you unlocked her cunt?"

"I did."

"Why did you?"

"Obviously, based upon my recent experience, I don't know when a couple has an open relationship; if they are engaged in Ethical Non-Monogamy."

"Did you ask?"

"I did not. He'd been dancing with and handling a scantily clad woman for over an hour and probably had an erection for twice that long. If I'd asked him if he had permission from his wife to fuck around, what would he have said?"

"That of course he did, the shit!"

"I don't take responsibility for other people's marriages. It's up to them to manage their relationship. That is when I told him if he was fucking around, he should make sure he was honest with you and let you do the same. I surmise that's why he told you."

"So how does it work with you and Barry, this Ethical thing?"

"Well, since Barry is a willing cuckold, who gave his wife's pussy to another man, ours might work differently from other people's new rules for their relationship. I get to decide if I want to go out with and date other people, and I've chosen to date women as well. The last date I had was with a woman, but Brick doesn't care if I have sex with other women. He only wants to approve of the men, as they have the ability to damage my marriage, women don't. But with a man, Barry has to ask Brick if I can fuck them, and unlock my cunt if I do. When I'm with another man, Barry's cock is locked up..."

"Yeah, about that. How is Barry's cock locked up? I'm thinking of locking up Quentin's."

I pulled up a picture of a cock cage and showed it to her.

"It looks like a man wouldn't even be able to get an erection."

"He can't. That's the whole purpose of one," Charmaine said. "If he weren't locked up, Barry would be jacking off constantly, he'd be so excited by the thought of me with another man. He doesn't get it removed until he's licked my pussy after my fucking, then he's released and fucks me with his condom covered cock. I wear a hotwife anklet on my ankle and this or another cuckold necklace to let other people I'm available. If I like them, I'll tell Barry."

"Let me see the necklace."

Karen handed it over. It was the medallion with the male/female symbols on it.

"That's pretty clear. The little limp dick is your husband, the big, straight arrow is your lover?"

"Technically, not my lover, but my bull, Brick. About half of cuckold's wives have a bull, the person who is now responsible for her sex. Since Brick approves of my other men, he's the bull. Others are Female Led Relationships, or FLR, where the wife is in charge. She doesn't have one steady bull, just a string of lovers she chooses. Her husband is submissive to her. You should wear something like the necklace or anklet if you cuckold your husband and agree to an ENM relationship with him, letting other men know you might be available."

"Why does Brick care what men you fuck?"

"Because if Charmaine is going to have my baby," I answered, "I want it raised in a loving home with parents in a loving relationship," I said. "Therefore, there have to be rules so their marriage doesn't go down the toilet. She can't fuck the same guy over and over and develop an emotional connection that should only exist between her and Barry. Charmaine has to fuck other people besides one she might like. For instance, if she were to fuck Quentin again, she'd have to fuck at least two other people before she did, and at least a month apart. By making Barry ask if he can unlock my pussy, Barry doesn't have to ask if he sees something developing with someone else that makes him unhappy or uneasy. If he sees an emotional bond with another man, he doesn't ask, and Charmaine can't fuck him. Charmaine can't ask because I don't know enough about what's going on in her life to make that judgment. The only person Barry doesn't have to ask for is me, because I have a key and it is my pussy."

Paula laughed. "Fuck! This is so bizarre."

"Most cuckold relationships are to non-cuckolds. But not all ENM relationships are cuckold relationships. If you swing, or do wife swapping, or any type of mutual dating thing; as long as your partner knows and accepts the rules you set, it's Ethically Non-Monogamous."

"And if you don't accept the rules?"

"You end up divorced, just as if you found Quentin cheating before finding out about ENM relationships, or living with it and being miserable, the same as it's always been."

"Are you going to fuck Quentin again, Charmaine?" Paula asked.

"Not unless I know he's in an ENM relationship with you and you have agreed to it," Charmaine said. "Now that I know you're not, I wouldn't do that to you."

"A slut with ethics. Who'd have believed it."

"I'm sorry about that," Charmaine said, setting her hand on Paula's arm. "If it makes you feel better, I'll lick you to as many orgasms as Quentin had."

"How many was that?"

"Three," Charmaine replied.

"Three! He hasn't fucked me three times in a row since our wedding night."

"It's the thrill of the forbidden, the taboo, the hunt, and fresh meat," I said. "I'd have no problem fucking you three times. Knowing you're married and another man's wife, has got me harder than a fence post."

"Let me check on that," Paula said, putting her hand in my lap, feeling me. "Oh, fuck!"

"Doesn't Master have an amazing cock?" Ariel said.

"I can't fit my hand around it. It's huge."

"Now you know why he owns three of the pussies at this table," Emma said.

"Aren't you going back to your husband?"

"Yes, but Brick owns it for another two months. That's how long my husband gave it up."

Paula didn't release it, even when the waitress came to pour more ice water into our glasses. I saw her eyes light up when she saw what Paula was clutching. I was staying here for a couple weeks. I wondered how long it might take to seduce her. Paula was doing most of the work for me. The waitress didn't have a wedding ring on.

It's like Paula didn't even know she was at the table. She asked, "Does it even fit into your pussy?"

"Very snugly," Emma laughed, "but it fits just fine."

"I've got to have me some of this," Paula declared.

"Do this," I said. "What time do you have to be back home?"

"By eight tomorrow morning, when Quentin leaves for work."

"Send a text to your husband right now," the waitress gasped slightly, "and tell him you found your stud and you'll see him before he goes to work at eight. I'll bet you a hundred dollars against a dozen donuts, that Quentin takes the day off from work, and pounds your pussy at least three times. When he runs out of gas, show him the movie we make, and I'll bet another hundred dollars you get two more fuckings out of him."

"I'll take that bet. He's never fucked me five times in a day."

I smiled. "I assume we're having sex tonight then."

"Fuck yes. I'm not letting that cheating bastard get by with a verbal warning. I want this prick in my pussy, and if you don't fuck me three times. I'm going to be pissed." She looked down at all the food on her plate. "I ordered too much food I was so angry."

"Could you put this together to go to my room, and is there a policy about taking leftover wine back to our suite?" I asked the waitress, Linda.

It's like Paula noticed her for the first time and she released my cock, blushing.

"Yes, sir, Mr. Harmon. I'll put the both bottles in a bag. You should have no problem if you take the bag directly to your room."

"It sounds as if at least one of our party is anxious to get there," I said.

"Yes, it does," Linda agreed, smiling, "and I'm not surprised after what I saw."

"Send the text to Quentin," I said.

Paula quickly tapped out a message and hit send.

******

As we were taking the elevator to the top floor, I warned Paula that all three of my sluts had to strip naked when we got to the room.

"Since Vincent is probably eager to fuck someone again, he might strip too, but it's not my purview."

Paula looked at Vincent. "If Quentin and I do the Ethical thingy, I might like a date with you, Vincent. Would that be okay with you?"

"Certainly, Mrs. Turner."

"If we end up fucking in the future, please don't call me Mrs. Turner."

"Of course, Paula."

"That's not a bad idea, Paula," I said, "fucking one of his co-workers. Every day Quentin goes to work, he sees someone who's fucked your pussy. It might keep him humble."

Paula laughed. "I imagine so. I will talk to him first, see if he wants to continue screwing around. If he wants to proceed, I'll tell him Vincent is next on my list."

Upon reaching the room, the three other women stripped. Paula noted the hardware on Ariel's and Charmaine's pussies. Paula commented about the lack of same on Emma.

"I haven't gotten mine yet," Emma said. "It should be soon though."

Paula started to take off her clothes. "Wait," I said. "We want me undressing you to be part of the movie. Ariel, you're up."

"Yes, Master, here or in the bedroom?"

"The bedroom. I'm going to pound Paula into the mattress."

Paula got her first shiver. I led her into the bedroom and did my whole 'fucking another man's wife for the first time' thing, Undressing her slowly, exposing more and more of her body to the camera, with lots of kissing, fondling, sucking, biting, nibbling and rubbing. Paula was pretty much putty in my hands before I finished, cooing, moaning, whimpering and thrusting her body parts against whatever I was touching it with. Laying her on the bed, I put on a condom before spreading her legs for the camera and kneeling between her thighs and preparing her pussy to take my cock.

Licking her to three orgasms first, I crouched between her legs with my cock against her sheathe.

"Are you ready for the fucking of your life?" I asked.

"God, yes! Fuck me, Brick. Fuck me with that fat prick and make me forget I'm a married woman."

"Since he might not be able to see everything," I whispered, "tell Quentin what's happening."

I started pushing into her pussy. "Fuck me!" Paula screamed, cumming. "He's putting his cock in me, Quentin. I'm cumming. It's so fucking big, he's spitting me in two. Fuck me!"

I thrust further. Paula moaned. "Christ, he's deeper inside of me than anyone has gone before. It's like Star Trek, going where no man has ever gone before. Fuck me, lover. Oh, God, this feels so good. No wonder women give you their pussy. Oh, fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck."

I bottomed out, my heavy balls smacking into her ass. "I'm cumming again, Quentin. His cock is amazing. I've never felt anything like it."

I let her get stretched out before starting to really thrust, then turned it on.

"Oh, God, Quentin, if you could only feel what this is like. Baby, I'm ready to give him my pussy, just like his other sluts. No one has ever fucked me like this before. This is incredible. What a fucking prick! I'm cumming again. Oh, fuck. You're right, baby, we both need to be able to fool around so I can fuck this stud again. He'll own my married pussy."

She whispered to me, "Like that?"

I laughed. "Just like that."

"This really is an amazing fuck," she whispered. "I just wanted to pour gas on the fire."

"I understand completely and encourage your enthusiasm." I pushed her legs over my arms and started long stroking her totally exposed pussy.

"Fuck me," Paula screamed. "Deeper, Brick. Own my pussy. Claim it for yourself. I won't let anyone else in this pussy unless you want them too. Oh, fuck!"

I pulled out of her pussy. "Don't stop, keep fucking me," Paula pleaded. "I need your cock."

"On your hands and knees," I said.

"Great, I love doggy, fuck my adulterous cunt, Brick. Fuck me like a whore."

I thrust in and started pounding.

"Every time you push your cock in me it's a magical experience. God, I'm cumming again. What is that, like the seventh time?"

"Eight," Ariel said in the background. "I love Master's fucking. You have to get Quentin to agree to Ethical Non-Monogamy so you can fuck Brick any time he wants you."

"Damn straight. I need this cock in the worst way. Damn, there's number nine."

Another fifteen minutes and I had her mount me reverse cowgirl. That probably gave Quentin the best view of my cock skewering her married pussy, and would clearly show when my cock flexed and my balls started pumping my sperm.

"Christ, don't you ever cum with your magic dick?" Paula moaned sliding up and down my condom clad cock, although you couldn't see the condom for its color and the amount of her cum coating it, which gave me a wicked idea. With a little cutting and pasting, I'm sure it would work.

"Where do you want this load of cum? Inside your married pussy?" I said. "Didn't you tell me you went off birth control so you could have another child?"

Paula looked perplexed for a second, realizing she'd never told me any such thing, then she realized what I was doing and grinned like crazy.

"That's right, Brick, pump that baby making batter right up into my fertile married pussy. I want to be bred by a superior male cock, and yours is the most superior cock I've ever had in my cunt."

I started to grunt and thrust hard, pumping ribbon after ribbon of thick cream into the reservoir of my condom. I signaled Ariel to cut when my balls were empty.

I pulled out. "Damn you're a fucking machine," Paula said. "I've never been fucked like that before in my life. Can you fuck me like that without a condom?"

"Sorry, not before you and Quentin have the proper medical tests to ensure you're both free of STD's. I don't want to be the epicenter of a VD outbreak in Seattle, but I've got a little something that will make Quentin think I fucked you bareback. On your hands and knees."

Paula obeyed. I took the condom and pushed the open end into Paula's pussy, then ran my clenched fingers up the tube, pushing all of my cum inside of her pussy. I hadn't pushed it too deeply inside of her, so cum started dripping out of her cunt.

"Paula, use your fingers to pull your pussy lips apart. Ariel, start shooting the fresh cum dripping out of her pussy."

"Damn, you're a devious motherfucker. I love this," Paula said.

Ariel laughed and started filming again. Paula used one hand to spread her lips, then used the other to shove two fingers inside her pussy and swirl it in my cream, causing clumps to drip out.

"Look at the load of cum Brick left in my pussy, Quentin. If you don't shove your own sperm in here fast, you're going to be raising Brick's bastard child."

After a good fifteen seconds of my semen dripping out of Paula's pussy, I said cut.

"Isn't Quentin going to know you put a condom on?" Paula asked collapsing onto her back.

"We can edit the movie a little, the condom is practically clear and you never get a really good look at my cock in the missionary and doggy positions. By the time you started riding me reverse cowgirl, all you could see of my cock was your pussy cream coating it. I'm sure we can fool him unless you choose to tell him different.

"Are you going to fuck me two more times?"

"Once tonight, and once tomorrow morning early. Three times for the times Quentin fucked Charmaine. I'll save the second load tonight and the one tomorrow in the condom, and squeeze both loads into your pussy before you go home. Tell Quentin when you see him that you've got three massive loads of cum in your fertile pussy, and he'd best do his best to suck and lick it all out of you if he wants to inseminate you himself."

"Do you think he will?"

"I don't have a clue, but that's Barry's job with Charmaine, cleaning her up. He'll also clean her lover's cock if they'll let him. So does Emma's son-in-law."

"That's so fucking nasty. I love this shit."

"Would you like me to clean your pussy, Paula?" Ariel asked.

Paula thought for a few seconds, "Tell Charmaine I want her to do it."

"Yes, ma'am."

Fifteen seconds later, Charmaine was on the bed between Paula's legs lapping up my cum. She did a good job of it, and Paula orgasmed a couple minutes into her cleaning. She kept going until I told her to stop.

"Send another text to Quentin," I said. "You heard that he fucked Charmaine three times, and you're getting fucked the same number of times, the last time tomorrow morning. One load of cum down, two more to go."

Paula laughed and sent the text. "When can you fuck me again?" She asked, setting her phone down.

"Right now." I said, showing her my rampant cock.

"Do you always take so long to cum?" Paula asked.

"I can cum faster."

"You might want to do that tonight. My pussy is a little sore."

"Master, you wanted me to take Vincent home tonight. Are you done with me?"

"I'm done. How many orgasms do you get, slave?"

"Three, Master."

"Very well, you may go."

Ariel left and I turned to Paula. "You might want to try something a little different this time, Paula, just to expand your fucking repertoire. Climb over Charmaine's body in a sixty-nine. Charmaine will have to lick you while I fuck you. You don't have to do anything to her, unless you want to, but enjoy the experience of being licked and fucked at the same time."