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Swinger’s Party #2

If you read my previous post about swinger’s parties, you’d know I’m not a total fan of them. The whole idea of random people everywhere seems too disorganised and messy for me to actually be able to focus on having a good time. But in my increasing effort to up the ante and keep things interesting I decided to accept an invitation to a private party held last night. 10 couples and 5 single girls (on the cuckolding technicality, I was counted as one of the single girls).

 

I was surprised to find myself actually excited this time around and went all out to look my absolute sluttiest. Black lace-top stockings, shiny black patent leather heels, sheer navy blue dress and no bra or underwear. Whilst applying my make-up, Nathan entered the bathroom and started kissing the back of my neck, put an arm around my hips and slipped a finger between my legs, “How many guys do you think you’re going to fuck tonight?” He whispered, nuzzling into my neck. I smiled and shrugged nonchalantly, “All of them plus any willing wives I suppose. So that makes twenty.” Nathan moaned softly and his finger became more frantic. I was getting wet and started feeling hazy but kept applying my make-up and ignoring him, which seemed to spur him on even more so. He started pulling me closer to him so I could feel his penis hardening against my ass. It was then that I told him to stop otherwise besides being denied by every woman all night; I’d also have him caged. I felt him grow harder from the threat but he obliged and let me finish getting ready uninterrupted.

 

It’s the middle of winter here at the moment, so despite my sexy attire when we first arrived at the party I looked like this and didn’t get noticed. Apparently I hadn’t read the invitation properly, and this event was supposed to occur in phases. Stage 1 everyone arrives in regular casual clothes, Stage 2 get acquainted with everyone, Stage 3 people who are feeling horny are to retire to one of the rooms to change clothes or just remove clothes all together and then Stage 4 start fucking. Cue for the big reveal when I took off my coat and a group of men made a bee-line straight for me: “Hi I’m Mark” “Hi I’m Matt” “Hey I’m…??” Ok I’ll be honest, I can’t remember everyone’s names, but since I skipped Stages 1 and 2, I was the last to arrive and considered the first up for action, which meant everyone who was bored with small talk made their way over.

 

Little cuck gave me a kiss on the cheek and squeezed my hand before making his way to a quiet corner of the room near the nibbles and drinks, where he could watch me from afar. I sat down in a big leather armchair and one of the guys immediately knelt down by my side. “Are your tits real?” Before I could respond he had his hand down my dress and gently gave my breast a squeeze. “They are!” he exclaimed and proceeded to pull down the front of my dress so he could suck on it. One of the other guys knelt down next to him and started sucking and playfully biting the other one. I closed my eyes and sank back in the chair further as one of them put his hand between my legs, slowly rubbing my clit with his thumb. I opened my eyes again and saw another guy standing to my right, jerking off. I called him over and took his cock in my mouth. It wasn’t overly huge so I was able to deep throat him quite comfortably. I could see Nathan tugging away in his little corner at the sight of me with 3 men. For some reason I was also still the only woman that had progressed to the clothing optional stage, which meant I was still getting the most attention. One of the guys sucking on my breast stopped so that he could start eating me out, and as soon as he moved another man came and picked up right where he left off. Behind him another man was approaching and stood behind the guy I was sucking off like he was waiting in line. I beckoned him closer and allowed both men to fuck my mouth simultaneously.

 

Keeping track? That’s 5 guys on me right now. Cuck has already cum in his little corner.

 

Turned out the guy going down on me was bi, so he paused momentarily to gesture to another man to fuck him while he was licking my pussy. This made him all the more ravenous and as he clenched hard on my thighs, I started imagining how perfect it would be if it was actually my sweet cuck’s face buried deep between my legs, getting his virgin ass fucked and filled by one of my bulls. I started cumming hard. When I finished the guy’s took that as their sign to remove my dress and start fucking me while my pussy was as slick and wet as it was ever going to be. I had my stockinged legs propped up on the arms of the chair, as the first guy fucked me I sucked on the cock of the second. When the second started fucking me I took the cock of the third in my mouth to keep him hard until it was his turn. It was at that point, Nathan came over to assist (and give my jaw a break).

 

After allowing all 5 men to fuck me I needed to take a serious breather. Sex is still hard work even if you’re basically just lying back with your legs in the air doing nothing. Little cuck dutifully knelt in front of me and asked if he could lick me clean. I nodded, still breathing heavily and kept my hand on his head, gently stroking his hair. After a while he perched on the arm of the chair next to me and gave me a deep kiss, “Thank you.” He whispered and gave me a hug.

 

We sat together quietly, watching the other couples having sex. I noticed one woman was still standing with a glass of wine in her hand, clothes on and watching one of the men intently. She caught my gaze and smiled shyly before coming over. We introduced ourselves to her and I asked why she wasn’t joining in. “Oh I guess I’m like Nathan, I don’t really play I get off more on watching my husband with other women while I just sit back all…” She trailed off and started to blush. “I want to say neglected but I don’t want you to think I’m weird.” Nathan and I started laughing, and explained how he’s my cuckold. Turns out we had met a real life cuckquean! As someone who can make myself wet with little to no stimulation, I suddenly understood how baffling it must be to bulls who meet Nathan, and I wanted to ask her all the questions we had been asked before. “What do you mean you only want to watch?” “But don’t you like sex?” “How are you not as horny as I am when there are 10 decent sized cocks just aching to get inside you right this minute!?”

 

Before I could ask any questions she blurted out, “I’d really love to go down on you after you fuck my husband.” She started blushing again and I felt such an affinity towards her the same way I feel affection to my cuck when I’m with another man and can see him longing and lusting for me. I agreed conditionally, “I’m really determined to fuck every man here so if it’s ok with you and him, I’ll leave him until last and he can cum inside me. You can go down on me and lick all his cum and Nathan can go down on your husband and suck all my cum off his dick. What do you think?” She nodded, “Ok deal I’ll go tell Martin.” When she was out of earshot, Nathan and I giggled over the weird cuckolding circle we’d gotten into. Does this make me a bull too? I asked Nathan if after tonight if I masturbate, am I technically fucking a bull which means I’m self-cuckolding him? He smirked and said no because a female bull is a cow so I’d just be a cow patty – I gave him a whack over the head. A perverse part of me wanted to see the two cucks fuck, but he’d already cum once tonight so I knew chances were he wasn’t going to get hard again.

 

I felt suddenly energised and motivated to fuck the remaining four men so I could make my way to Martin. I didn’t want to waste time with any more foreplay, so when I saw guy number six lying on his back while another woman was sitting on his face, I promptly lowered myself on his hard upright cock before anyone else did. I could hear him moaning and felt his hips thrusting upwards as he wanted me to go faster. The woman sitting on his face turned around to kiss me while she started cumming which made me cum all over again as well. I figured this counted as sex because two people had cum so I hopped off and went in search of the next guy (I know cruel to leave a guy hanging but his face was enveloped by pussy so he never knew it was me).

 

Guy number seven had just finished smoking on the balcony and was coming inside. I was just about to call out to him when one of the other guys from before grabbed my waist and started fingering me from behind. “Mmm I need a second taste of you.” He knelt down and started eating out my ass as guy number seven walked off in the opposite direction. Argh! But guy number eight walked past so I winked and asked if he wanted to fuck me. He smiled, “Looks like you’re already taken though?” I shook my head, and started tugging on his cock which was growing thicker as well as longer the more I touched it. I told the other guy to come around to the front so I could get on all fours and suck him off while number eight fucked me. They took turns spit-roasting me from both ends until they both eventually came and I went off in search of guy number nine and seven.

 

Nathan came along to search with me and also fend off any other guys, but it looked like we were too late. Both couples had left the party! I wasn’t disappointed for too much longer because Martin and his wife had found us. Rather than going back into the main living room we ducked into one of the bedrooms so we could fuck uninterrupted. The two little cucks sat next to each other as Martin and I started making out on the bed. He was already hard and I was already wet. He lay down and I started grinding on top of him, making sure both cucks had the perfect view before I reached behind and slid his thick cock into me. I started rocking back and forth slowly, as he moved his hips to match my rhythm. He then sat up and flipped me so I was on my back and he was on top, jack-hammering into me while staring intently at his wife. “Look at you, you’re so fucking pathetic. I’d never bareback you like this, you disgust me.” He then turned to me, “Have you ever seen such a hideous woman in all your life? This is why I have to fuck other women because every time I look at her my dick goes soft. I only married her because she’s rich and she’s too stupid to figure out I’m using her.” I mumbled a reply but internally I was thinking, “Jesus Christ this dude is fucking harsh, am I this mean to Nathan?” No wonder men who have never been bulls before think it’s weird, even though I know it’s all role play I wanted to punch this guy in the face for being such an asshole. I looked over at Nathan and could see he was frowning slightly too and wasn’t even touching himself, so I knew it was riling him up a bit as well. Martin kept going, “You know I only fuck her mouth while she’s wearing a paper bag over her head? This is why you were a virgin until you met me because no one in their right mind would fuck you.” Ok this was officially odd but goddamn he was such a good fuck and she was knuckle deep inside herself so I guess she was enjoying herself too. Martin sat up and lifted me so I was straddling him with my legs wrapped around his waist, he then looked over my shoulder at his wife, “Don’t you fucking cum before I do you dumb slut or I’ll hit you across your fat fucking face in front of everyone!” Nathan was on his feet, “Oi calm down mate!” Martin ignored him, my heart started pounding and I could tell things were going to go bad very quickly so I tightened my grip on his cock and pretended to cum knowing Nathan wouldn’t do anything in this moment, and Martin followed cumming inside me, which at this point was not as hot as I thought it would be.

 

Nathan’s face was dark with anger but he still stood silently waiting for me to get off the bed. I signaled to him it was ok and not to do anything, “Thanks Martin that was great but I didn’t realise how late it was and we have to go now.” “Ohh but Carole was looking forward to cleaning you up.” He said softly, almost like he was a different person. I apologised again and dragged Nathan out who still had his fists clenched.

 

We left the party feeling the opposite to the excited high that we’d started off the night. On the drive home I asked Nathan if I ever said anything that harsh to him, and he shook his head vehemently. “No you call me a faggot and pathetic or whatever, but I can still tell you don’t really mean it. That douche said he was going to hit his wife and he sounded serious. I know she was getting off on all of it but it still seemed more real compared to when we do it.” I nodded but kept wondering what it was that made Martin’s comments seem so out of line. Maybe because Carole looked at him with so much love and adoration and it was such an extreme juxtaposition? Definitely not how I was expecting the night to turn out, but if I was going to extract any positives it was an eye-opener into other cuck couples who are into humiliation, as well as finally having some semblance of understanding what bulls have to listen to and how strange it can appear as an outsider. Oh and the start of the night, getting gangbanged by half the men at once was a damn hot positive.

 

 

Patty xx

 

To all the bulls out there or wannabe bulls, does the humiliation and emasculation aspect of cuckolding appeal or like Nathan and I, freak you out? Curious as always to hear your perspectives!

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All Because of the Cliche Yoga Pants

I know, I know I disappeared for a while – embarrassingly straight after announcing I was back and posting for 2016, but I was feeling a bit uninspired, not just with writing but with cuckolding and sex in general. Maybe it was because of all the stress of other things going on in my life, but it was starting to feel a bit same-same and I think writing about it was starting to make it feel even more monotonous. I have sex, big cock as always, cum (seriously? Of course that’s an always) and then write about it and re-live it all over again. I’m not depressed, it was just nothing new.

 

To fill the void and create a distraction I started hitting the gym pretty hard, doing a lot of strength work to become more toned. I discovered I’m not as fit as I thought I was and my body does not seem to have a core. Apparently I am made of marshmallows and big tits. So I spent a lot of time collapsed and sweating on the floor, swearing and wondering how the fuck everyone in the class is able to maintain downward dog for 7 minutes, followed by 50 pushups and bicep curls. Not so ironically though, my legs are strong and oh so very flexible. It was a nice morale booster to find out I was on par with the more advanced guys in my class when it came to leg work.

 

About two months or so ago after a squats set, one of the guys complimented me on my form. Apparently he’d been watching me since the start of the class and had been really noticing how much I’d improved. I was positively beaming and when I told Nathan about the comments he started smirking.

“What? Don’t you believe me?”

“No of course I believe you, but I mean… In those leggings of course the guys are going to talk about your ‘squats’ and your ‘form’.”

Ok so maybe I was wearing yoga pants. And maybe they’re the cheap ones that go see through when the fabric stretches… And maybe I was wearing a g-string…

“Fuck you I’m awesome and my squats are awesome.”

But I did wonder if maybe my ass on display was the real motivation behind the guy’s comments, and started to feel that familiar tingle between my legs.

 

Next class, I was looking at myself in the floor-to-ceiling mirror when I suddenly noticed a couple of guys staring at me. I turned around and one looked away but the other winked. I continued doing my weights but more slowly as I became much more aware of others staring at me. Ok so Nathan was probably right and everyone was checking out my ass. It took a few more classes of me noticing all of this apparent attention I was receiving yet completely oblivious to, but it all led to an epiphany about what had me in such a crappy funk – I missed being desired and chased after. The sideways glances, coy smiles and eventually a bold (or not so bold) flirtation that more often than not would lead to some silly banter and most definitely a good fucking.

 

Using online dating it was all guaranteed and there was really no chase. Sure sometimes you needed to send more than 3 messages to set something up, but it was all pretty definite. There was nothing really exciting leading up to it and it almost had become robotic and mundane to organise. Well that was my theory anyway. And yes most definitely this could be classified as a first world problem.

 

I decided to test out my theory and became a bit more interactive with the guys in class, not full on flirting just more approachable after previously being the token mute. After a couple of weeks, one of the younger guys asked if I wanted to get a coffee after class. I obliged, we had coffee, small talk and then I very bluntly asked him if I could fuck him in the back of my car. The poor guy nearly choked, his eyes widened and I could see he was thinking “be cool man… be cool…” but he was too excited to contain himself and within 10 minutes we had the bill paid and I was rocking back and forth on his thick 6 inch cock.

 

After we both came he said that thing I forgot comes with non-online dating: “So when can we do this again?” I guess because I was feeling so blasé about everything, I didn’t care about the consequences so just as frankly as I asked him to fuck me I told him it was a once off because I had a boyfriend. He didn’t say anything, although I could see he wanted to comment. Normally my neurotic need to make sure he wasn’t judging me for being a cheating whore would take over and I’d awkwardly explain everything about our one-sided open relationship – this time however, I didn’t clarify a thing. I’m not sure if it’s because I didn’t go into further detail, but he didn’t ask any questions about Nathan and just chatted a bit about gym before leaving.

 

Following that encounter, I made it my goal to fuck every willing man in my class and have been somewhat successful. The tally to date is:

Guy #1: back of my car

Guy #2: back of my car

Guy #3: fingered me in the sauna

Guy #4: back of his car

Guy #3: fucked at his place (ridiculously amazing sex)

Instructor: after a PT session in the physio room

 

Turns out what had me in my funk wasn’t missing out on the thrill of the chase, I just needed to up the ante to keep things interesting. With each guy in my class I fucked I felt myself becoming more and more excited and invigorated. There’s a few more to go but I don’t think I need them to close off the challenge. Each and every one of them knows that I’ve fucked the others, knows that I have a boyfriend and they don’t really seem to care.

 

So I feel like I’m back in the swing of things but I still can’t promise I’ll keep posting as frequently as I have previously. I will aim to dedicate some time each weekend to write posts to keep you all updated, especially to write about things more cuckold related compared to this post. But if I can be completely honest with you all – I’d rather spend that time fucking.

 

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Patty xx

Sunday Session: Jay the virgin

I know I haven’t posted a Sunday Session in a while, so this one’s extra special: the time I cucked Nathan with a virgin.

Normally I only choose bulls my age or older, but there was something so endearing about Jay’s PM to me I couldn’t help but respond with interest. He was 19, never had a girlfriend and intrigued by the idea of Nathan letting other men have sex with his girlfriend. I get messages like this quite often, usually it’s someone yelling down from their moral high horse, but this was the first time the disbelief genuinely came from someone who couldn’t understand why he couldn’t even get a woman yet here was another man who was happy to share his girlfriend around.

After a bit of back and forth, Jay very awkwardly asked if I would consider fucking him. If he wasn’t a virgin he was playing the part very convincingly, so even though he was at the time 8 years younger, part of me loved the thought of taking someone’s virginity. I also imagined the level of humiliation for Nathan, for me to cuckold him with a boy who had even less sexual experience than him. Plus I peeked at the pictures in Jay’s gallery and he was cute with a huge dick, which is all I ever ask for.

That night, Nathan begged to go down on me while I described all the things I was going to do to Jay and let him do to me. I was so very tempted, but felt like saving myself for Jay… Well for 3 days anyway. Instead I gave my cuck a handjob, tugging away at his little penis and when his breathing quickened and he started the usual moans before he came, I let go. His eyes opened in shock as his penis swelled a little, dribbled a pathetically small amount of cum before collapsing completely into a ruined orgasm. I kissed him on the forehead and went to sleep while he cleaned himself up.

I normally dress extremely slutty for my bulls, but for Jay I felt like he needed a level of normalcy that wouldn’t make him think he’d just hired a prostitute. So I wore a summery blue cotton dress with little white flowers all over and underneath I wore a white lace corset that was completely see through over my breasts and a white g-string that had a big pink bow on the back. When Jay arrived he brought a bottle of red wine and some flowers. I thought it was adorable but I could see my little cuck’s face growing uncomfortable, as Jay openly flirted as if he was courting me to be his girlfriend.

I quickly moved us to the bedroom and Jay sat on the bed looking extremely nervous. I sat next to him and kissed him slowly, while cuck sat in his usual corner. “I’ve been watching some cuckold porn since you told me this is what you’re into, did you want me to say stuff to embarrass Nathan and stuff?” I laughed and told him to just ignore my little cuckold and pretend he wasn’t even there. I looked over and my little cuck was pulling on his penis furiously at what I’d just said or maybe it was because I laughed or maybe because I was about to fuck someone who’d only ever seen pussy in porn.

Jay and I made out for a while before he shyly put his hand up my dress and slipped a couple of fingers inside me. I moaned, which spurred him on even more as he pushed me back on the bed and climbed on top whilst still maintaining speed. I stopped him when I felt I was getting close and told him to take his clothes off.  He kneeled back on the bed, unzipped his pants and revealed a deliciously thick 8 – 9 inch cock that I immediately started sucking on, my ass sticking out with its pretty bow in Nathan’s direction. Jay couldn’t contain himself any longer and came in my mouth after about 5 seconds of oral. Little cuck came over to kiss me but I’d already swallowed it all.

Jay went red and apologized profusely for cumming so quickly, promising I’d only have to wait another 10 minutes and he’d be ready to go again. I forgot that was the benefit with fucking younger guys, some of them have the stamina to cum more than once in an hour. I let Jay give me his first ever attempt at head and it was amazing. I could feel his tongue and fingers pressing and feeling in me, half trying to get me off and half testing to see what would happen if he flicked his tongue a particular way or increased/decreased speed.

In my haze I looked over at Nathan who was mouthing, ‘take off your dress!’ I winked at him and turned my attention back to Jay. I lifted his head up from my pussy and told him to lie on his back. I sat on his semi-soft cock, and rocked back and forth a bit as I lifted my dress up over my head to reveal my white lace corset. Jay reached up immediately to feel my breasts and I could feel him growing hard instantly. I continued to tease him, grinding on to his cock and sitting completely upright so he could only run his hands over my body. I then took his now hard cock in my hand and directed it into me, lowering myself slowly onto it before I started to quicken my motion. I paused momentarily to turn around and ride him in reverse as I faced Nathan who had already cum and was watching me with intensity, biting his lip. All of a sudden I felt Jay’s hands lift me up off his cock and he pulled me forward so that he could eat my ass. I was on all fours and moaning as his tongue moved in and out of me. He then stopped and sat up, “I want to try doggy, is that ok?” I nodded and told him to do whatever he wanted to me. Jay however, didn’t quite know that doggy and anal aren’t synonymous and proceeded to force all thick, 8 unlubricated inches into me. Anyone who’s experienced that before knows it’s not the nicest surprise but little cuck sprung into action and as Jay pulled out a bit, squeezed a big amount of lube on his cock so it started to slide in with a bit more ease. Cuck then lay on his back underneath me so that he could lick my pussy while occasionally glancing at the massive cock penetrating my ass.

It didn’t take long before Jay started breathing heavily and grunting. I let him cum in my ass and told Nathan to remain in position so that when Jay pulled out, his cum would dribble on my little cuck’s face which he gratefully lapped up. As we got dressed, Jay thanked me profusely and said it’s definitely something he’d never forget. I gave him a quick debrief on what doggy ACTUALLY is and he went on his way. My naughty cuck then revealed while I was getting my ass pounded on all fours and he was lying underneath me, he took some photos and a short video on his phone. We spent the rest of the night in bed (seeing as I couldn’t sit properly) flicking through the photos and watching the video. I probably wouldn’t fuck another virgin but I’ve since opened up my age range to younger guys because like I tell my cuck, they just have the stamina to keep me satisfied in ways he never could.

Patty xx

To BBC Or Not BBC? That Is The Question!

You all know I love cuckolding Nathan. You all know I love big, thick cocks. What you don’t know is that I’m probably the only so-called cuckoldress in the world, to have never had or even tried a BBC. Like all things in life, I have a perfectly neurotic explanation for it all. I don’t post pictures of myself here so I guess when I mention that I’m Australian you’re imagining the stereotypical blonde haired, blue eyed Bondi beach babe. But my heritage is Sri Lankan ie. I’m a brown eyed girl with brown skin… And I’m kinda short. Being Sri Lankan means my extended family on both my parents’ sides, hold enough people to populate a small country. So when I was in high school, chances were that when one of the girls mentioned they’d just met the “cutest Sri Lankan boy”, I was somehow related to him (this literally happened three times). So I’ve just always had this natural aversion against dating people with darker skin just in case we happened to be related. I’m not completely nuts, I am fully aware of the fact that not all black/brown people are related to me or even Sri Lankan, yet I just can’t shake having this horrible vision of becoming accidentally pregnant with a two headed spawn of incest. I’m pretty sure I could convince my deeply religious parents that it was a virgin birth, but it’s a whole different story explaining why the baby was probably also my combined fourth cousin and uncle three times removed.

Similarly to most cucks, one of Nathan’s biggest fantasies when we first met, was to see my pussy stretched, fucked and filled by a BBC. His favourite cuckolding story, is about a couple who get married and honeymoon in the Caribbean. The husband is of course infuriatingly impotent, so the poor unfulfilled bride goes for a walk on the beach where she befriends four or five local Barbados men who after a brief chat, all end up gang banging her while the husband is off playing golf. I think at some point the priest that married them turns up and fucks her silly as well, but I digress. When I first confessed to Nathan that the thought of BBC repulses me in the same way thinking about your sibling in a sexual way makes you want to gag, he thought it was a joke and I’d inevitably bring one home. But of course I never did. Sure he was disappointed at first, but when I was able to demonstrate my resourcefulness for locating other cocks that were still just as massive, he got over it pretty quickly.

Lately though, I’ve been toying with the idea in my mind, wondering if I am missing out on something sublimely amazing. I’ve had many big cocks, including the odd few that made me walk a bit like a cowboy afterwards. So what would be so different with having a BBC? A part of me is intrigued and tempted to try something I’ve never had, and then another more cynical part of me wonders if it’s going to be a completely underwhelming and ordinary experience made more exciting by the moments leading up to it. Kinda like the first time you let a guy cum inside you, thinking you’re going to actually feel his cum exploding inside you, but you don’t end up feeling anything and you now also have a sticky mess to clean up that will continue to dribble down your thigh on the walk to the bathroom.

What’s hard to find though, is a female perspective on how great BBC’s are, without mentioning they got off on seeing the contrast between skin colours as they press against each other. Sure they mention how big they are, but who cares there are plenty of other nationalities with big cocks too – I know because I’ve fucked them and was left well and truly sated each time. There’s some mention about these men having almost godly hard bodies cut from marble, but again nothing I haven’t had before plus athleticism isn’t that big a deal to me anyway. I think that’s what’s confusing me as well, because there seems to be an extremely fine line between BBC in cuckolding and BBC in interracial fetishes. I’m seeking an answer related to cuckolding but it seems to always drift back to seeing the different skin tones against each other. Since I broke the stereotype with Nathan and showed him there are plenty of massive cocks around that aren’t necessarily BBC, he doesn’t really care anymore if I bring one home or not. As long as he gets cuckolded, he’s happy. So I suppose it all has to come down to me and if I want to add the BBC notch to my belt and also quash my crazy neuroses about being related to anyone with even remotely tanned skin.

I think I started off this post hoping after a few paragraphs of reflection the answer would magically appear and my subconscious desires would be revealed after a few keystrokes. But I just re-read what I typed and it’s just the ramblings of neurotic mind that no doubt some people may take out of context and accuse me of being racist. I am feeling though that maybe BBC isn’t something I should seek out actively, rather wait for it to fall into my lap (so to speak) and then slowly go from there depending on how comfortable I feel in that moment. Last thing I want is to go to the trouble of arranging a guy to come over, only to dry reach as soon as he tries to kiss me because I can’t get over my idiotic thoughts of him possibly being related to me.

What are your thoughts and theories, my dear reader? Would love to hear from anyone that swears by BBC. Should I just take a Xanax and jump on the first one I see? I’m curious especially from a cuckolding perspective, what the appeal is to seeing your wife/girlfriend with a BBC, besides the interracial aspect.

Patty xx

Is There Such A Thing As Too Many Bulls?

One question I’m always asked is whether or not I prefer having one single bull or multiple bulls. I’m always a bit hesitant to answer because I know the snap judgment that follows: single bull sounds like you’re more modest but also you seem more likely to fall in love with him. Multiple bulls sounds like you’re a bit of a slut and probably brimming with STIs.

Initially I would have told you I prefer having multiple bulls, because I love having exposure to a variety of sexual interests plus I’m not ashamed to admit I’m really greedy when it comes to big cock – I want them all and I want them now! I like the idea that I can select bulls not just for cucking Nathan, but also based on what I feel like at the time or want to experiment with. It was hard at first working out how to organise hookups. Scheduling dates/times to have sex just seems to take the excitement out of it, but reality of the situation is I’m working full time, as is Nathan, as are the bulls and we all have so much more going on in our lives so planning ahead is a necessity. As a side note, it does make me wonder, how people could possibly cheat when it takes so much effort to navigate time between multiple people, let alone keeping track of everyone!

Having a single bull always seemed like a strange idea to me, almost like bordering on polyamory or at least a quick way to cause relationship drama. I’ve touched on in my previous posts about the time I had a bull that started to grow too attached to me, and afterwards it put both myself and Nathan off the idea of just having the one. But I do have a bull now that I have been seeing with some regularity, around every 6 – 8 weeks (as opposed to once/twice a week with the other one). He’s absolutely perfect in terms of how our expectations marry up. He’s not comfortable with emasculating Nathan, which he told us from the start, but is happy to have Nathan suck him off and then guide his massive cock into me, before settling down in the corner to watch. We don’t chat much, I couldn’t even tell you what he does for a living but I feel like the distance between us is what makes it work so well and eliminates any paranoia of being overly attached. He’s always respectful, always reliable, ALWAYS makes me cum and I can see why so many women like having a regular bull that you can depend on.

Especially when there are the times having multiple bulls can go wrong – take this week for example. I knew I had time off from work, so last week I went online feverishly trying to find one guy to fuck for every day of the week. It’s something I’ve never done before and I thought it would be a nice surprise for Nathan as well, to come home every day after work to the sound/sight of a different man, balls deep inside me. But slowly, one by one they cancelled. Here’s the breakdown of excuses:

Monday & Wednesday: Both were in relationships (I didn’t know this at the time) and sent me sentimental messages about how I was so sexy and they really wanted to fuck me, alas they JUST realised their heart lies with their respective partners and they cannot go through with it.

Tuesday: Forgot he had a dentist appointment

Thursday: Texted me saying, “I’m sorry I can’t make it on Thursday.” No excuse but at least he let me know

Friday: Said he thought about it, and the more he did the more the idea of Nathan coming home and ‘discovering us’ was freaking him out. No matter how much I assured him that I wasn’t tricking him and Nathan wasn’t going to fill with rage and punch him for fucking me, he was scared and didn’t want to go through with it.

Seriously. Five guys, and every single one flaked out. I was a little upset, because even though these bulls were essentially strangers, being rejected 5 times in a row can be demoralising. That’s the downside to using multiple bulls with no attachment, they don’t feel they you owe you anything and vice versa.

As luck would have it though, I received a text from my regular bull yesterday asking if I had free time this weekend. I was wondering if my female blue balls were sending out such strong vibes he’d picked up on it, but then I realised it was about 6 weeks to the day since we last hooked up and always being polite and aware of the boundaries, he just knew it was the appropriate time to contact us.

Despite all this, I still prefer having multiple bulls over just the one… sort of. I enjoy the variety too much to give it all up for just one cock. There’s always something I haven’t tried, or seen or even heard of before. But I do have a new found appreciation for my single bull and no longer see him as such a terrible thing to have. Like this week, when it all went phenomenally bad and only my reliable bull could save me, but if I was exclusively with him it would mean only cucking Nathan every 6 – 8 weeks! Way too long for either of us to wait around for cock. Could I have about 5 or so bulls that I see exclusively? Maybe in the future, but until then I’m happy to keep rotating through bulls and having my cock cake and eating it too.

Tell me about your experiences! One bull, or two or more – what’s your preference? As always I love to hear about what has and hasn’t worked for you.

Patty xx

Ps. Just to clarify, even though I enjoy sex with multiple partners I do try to stay as safe/hygienic as possible. I get STI checks once a month, use condoms about 90% of the time (I will admit sometimes I get caught up in the heat of the moment or I allow it if they can show me a recent and clean STI check) and I have the contraceptive implant. So I can confirm I am absolutely not brimming with diseases!

The Perfect Bull

I’ve been tardy with my posts and completely negligent with my Sunday Sessions exploits and that’s because recently, I found the perfect bull.

My bull’s cock is a modest 7 inches but thick enough to make me both simultaneously want to cross my legs and cream. It’s black and gorgeous and when it was first unveiled the head glistened in the dim light of the bedroom. Beautifully proportioned, yet still too big for me to suck on properly to give him the oral he deserved. I licked the shaft and invited Nathan to come join me. The perfect bull for most cuckold couples is one who will not just let the little cuck watch but also partake in the foreplay. After all, little cuck should know his place is to satisfy the needs of both his partner and her bull.

Our bull was strong and silent, and his cock unwaveringly hard. Nathan was so turned on by the sight he put himself into chastity. It was one of the few times he did so without being instructed. I loved that he automatically knew he was the beta male to my bull. Nathan then lay me down on the bed and spread my legs for our bull. I kissed him on the forehead and he smiled shyly, biting his lip and slipping a few fingers inside me to make sure I was ready.

The bull’s cock ran up my inner thigh as I shuddered, bracing internally for him to enter me. He was gentle at first, slowly pushing into me and then stopping until I was ready to take more of him. Suddenly with one great thrust he was inside me and every part of my body tingled. My eyes were watering from being stretched by such a big cock. It was slightly painful, but as he moved in and out of me the pleasure quickly took over. I looked up and could see little cuck looking at me with complete adoration. “You could never fuck me like this.” I said between moans, and I meant it. I mentioned in my previous post about how I find emasculation talk fake and forced but not this time. It came naturally with each thrust of the bull’s cock. And yet another trait of the perfect bull, he wasn’t put off by the fact that I was yelling out obscenities and humiliating Nathan in front of him.

I turned around to get into the position for doggy and for the bull to finish me. He didn’t hold back like the first time and drove himself into me hard and fast. Little cuck reached around to finger my clit at the same time and after a minute I had an earth shattering orgasm followed by a few aftershocks. The bull withdrew his cock once I was done and I collapsed forward, with my head in my hands, heart pounding in my ears and ass in the air. I could feel my cum dripping down my thigh, and soon the soft little tongue of my cuck lovingly cleaning me up. It was a perfect bull experience.

But… I have a confession to make, my perfect bull is a strap-on I bought for Nathan to fuck me with all weekend long. He had a constant dribble of cum through the bars of his cock cage and I could barely walk afterwards. Needless to say, a strapon is not the same as feeling warm flesh pressed against your body, but holy fuck no one has ever made me cum that hard.

Patty xx