A girl and her bull
Didn’t think I’d actually end up doing this, but I’ve answered emails and I have nothing on my plate right now, so here I am! Plus I think this might be a liberating experience to both me and you; It might.
I can tell how excited you are to start, or is that my own excitement?
Hmm..I’m torn between trying to write freely, and trying to make myself clear. So only a word of warning that this story is a fantasy, it’s not real. It’s not real, it’s just based on anecdotal evidence and strung up to sound real.
I imagine you to be young, beautiful, emotionally strong, smart, witty, independent, physically strong, dressed to kill, crushing confidence, smart mouth. But you have a soft spot between your legs, soft and hot and delicate, reddish pink and flaming, shivers with delicacy and emotions, unlike you.
You are grooming yourself for Him, making sure he’ll get the best of the best. Everything about you must be strong, tight and just right for him, not a single mistake. It’s because of your dedication to him, you probably half-regret all the times you gave it up for other inferior males when in reality you were hoping for Him. You probably feel they got way more than they deserve and wish that they understand this reality and feel bad about how inferior they are.
He is the ultimate man, the ultimate cock, the ultimate male that deserves to ravage your insides, the big bad wolf, this is the man that you would bark for. It’s not that you don’t kneel and bark, you just don’t do it for anyone but him. He has the features you love: strong, independent, beautiful, blessed between his legs, just like you.
Your fantasy of being too much to handle for any male is one based on your desire to feel strong all the time, it would make you feel weak if such a man and such a cock existed, one that can make your own power seem useless and not needed, a man you can rely on and a cock you can die on. It burns to think that he exists, will you be worthy of him? can he be only yours? are you good enough for him and what he requires? will you keep up with him? Scary questions. Scary man.
You’re not ready to kneel and bark, for fear of becoming his slave, wrapping yourself around his legs, allowing him to humiliate you just so you could get near him and feel that glorious cock. You won’t realize his power until during sex, you will keep resisting his power until he crosses the line where other men failed. Until you’re in bed your with your feet next to his ears and he is towering over you, drilling into you like he’s doing his job, training seriously, like it’s just pushups for him.
This is making me hard.
You’ll go from moaning into deep sighing, long sighs that end with a rumble, like he’s released the animal in you and you’re ready to sing for him, he’s hitting it where you need it and nowhere else, that warm spot that makes your heart feel funny, he doesn’t miss and he doesn’t stop, he knows this is a critical moment for both of you, you look at him and he knows you’re trusting him to stay focused, he wants to free you. He fixes his feet on the bed more firmly because he knows you’ve had your fun, it’s serious now, it’s time to give you the hammer now. He starts off like a piston driving into the hole, easily sloshing in and out of it like a well oiled machine, your bodies jumping off of each other, you bouncing down and his body jumping up and both pussy and cock meeting each other as he dunks that fat dick into you over and over again, the shameless loud clap of your greedy pussy and butt against his fat nuts is proof of his hard work. A real fucking bull.
You’re making stupid sounds now, you can’t keep up the sexy moaning because you don’t feel sexy, you feel like an animal, body already shaking for this fucking bull. A long “Yeeesssss” comes out of you, not being able to talk without stuttering, “that’s all i.. ever ..wanted, thank y-y-youuuuuuu” as you feel like you already orgasmed but can’t tell how long you’ve been creaming. Your voice is shaking, your body is shaking, butt and legs shivering, bringing me in closer and kissing my face, hugging my head to your shoulders and kissing my ears and neck, I relax my hips while my wet dick is still buried inside you. I sense your fire has calmed and you‘re drained, your face almost white and sweaty now, but you’re happy, you’re free. You pet my head and whisper “that’s a good boy, g-g-good boy…” as the dominant queen inside you wakes up again.
