Then she wiggled, and she wobbled, and then plopped her big ass down on her bed, letting out a loud sigh. Her ass spread out like playdough, taking up...almost half the bed. And with my crotch right at her eye level, she reached out with her chubby fingers and started undoing my pants."Alright now, let me see what I'm dealing with here."I helped her get my belt off and my fly open. She slid my pants down herself. And once she pulled my underwear down, she was face to face with my semi-hard. Kinda formulaic, right? The cuckold, willingly or unwillingly, has his spouse 'stolen' from him by the Bull for sexual exploitation. Sometimes even against her will, ostensibly. This stereotype plays heavily on the Bull being all the things that bulls are -- strong, violent, selfish, intent on sex at any price, big-schlonged, and about as unsubtle and unromantic as you could imagine.Now, this is probably a hot scenario for some of you kinksters out there. I don't deny the fascination that. He looked down at me and said that the stroking wasn't good enough and he was going to tell me to do something else and he wanted to remind me what I was in for if I didn't do it - do I understand?I nodded yes and he yanked at my hair, say it he said. I said "yes" to him and pleaded, what is it that you want!He said you're going to gimme me a blow job white boi so start sucking. I said please no! and he slapped me back and forth over and over until I screamed ok ok!I was afraid to hesitate so I. One thing I did know was that I would have enough masturbation material to last a lifetime. I had masturbated many times in the past to the fantasy of being cuckolded and enjoyed many wonderful orgasms but I knew that they would be nothing compared to doing it to the reality of being cuckolded.I was horny now just thinking about these past few days and I wish I was alone so that I could grip my erection and stroke myself to orgasm. It was Maria’s voice that interrupted my thoughts. “Your.