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Gerard establishes control of Christina, who does the same to Alex
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Tuesday afternoon, March 12th
Alex saw Christina burst through the entrance of O'Malley's like she was riding a wild bull leaving the chute. The analogy seemed apropos, considering she was consumed by the idea of being ridden by one, albeit of the BBC kind. Her head was back, her huge chest bouncing, the tight spandex half-top she was wearing barely containing them. Almost all of her long, toned legs were exposed from the obscenely short shorts she had on. Between the two was her bare midriff, the abs she'd been concentrating on in her workout regimen starting to show more and more definition. She was well on her way to a feminine six-pack.
He hadn't expected her to come straight from the gym. He hadn't actually expected her at all, but it wasn't unheard of for her to call and see if he might be free for lunch. However, she'd never met up with him dressed in anything other than a sharp, yet modest outfit. It was the first time he'd ever seen her in public exposing so much skin, and the cock that had been hard since before she called him to tell him where to meet her began to leak pre-cum again. He'd been holed up in hos office watching X-rated videos that he'd downloaded onto his laptop, daydreaming about Christina being a hotwife. He knew she was trying to meet up with Gerard, hoping to get back in his good graces, desperate to convince him to be her bull again. In many ways Alex was just as desperate. Or at least he thought.
As she got closer her smile widened. He was happy to see her in such a good mood. It was vastly different from the morning, when she'd been upset about her failure to connect with Gerard. Perhaps she'd been able to repair things, but he hoped part of her change of attitude was because he'd been able to secure the table she requested. It came at a price, but that didn't seem to matter any longer. Not when that smile became so sultry, steam should have been escaping from her mouth.
It wasn't until she was almost to the table that he noticed. Up to that point, he assumed the heads that had turned when she passed were because of her hot, scantily dressed body. That changed. She had such a look of confidence on her cum-covered face. His was etched with trepidation.
She slid into the booth next to him, forcing him to move to the inside. He couldn't help but recall what happened the last time she'd sat there; moments before she left, she had him jack off in a glass. It was how she'd ended their conversation that day, first confronting him about his optical infidelity and then acting out her proportional response. She drank that glass of cum right there at the very table she was sitting at again. It was the first time she'd ever tasting his cum in their fifteen years of marriage. Downing the contents, she proved her willingness to become a slut. Then she left him there so she could become the hotwife they both secretly desired.
While she'd struggled to keep up the momentum she'd started that day, failing to have a second encounter with her would-be bull, by all outward appearances that seemed to have changed. She was wearing a load of cum in public, like she was
supposed to
do after that initial hookup. Obviously she was in the midst of making up for that mistake.
"Hello Alexander," she hissed as she leaned over to give him a kiss. He reacted by pulling back, and she shot him a disappointed glare.
"Christina, you've got...
stuff
on your face."
"I know where my face has been, dear. And my mouth. Mind you, I haven't the foggiest idea who those cocks
belonged
to, but I'm well aware of how their cum ended up where it did. It's there because I
let
them, in case you were wondering. Now give your hotwife a kiss. You're embarrassing me."
"I'm embarrassing
you?
You just walked in here looking like a whore!"
"They didn't pay me, Alexander. I sucked their big cocks willingly. That makes me a slut, not a whore. But who knows, I might become one of those down the line too."
"What are you talking about!?"
Frustrated with the lack of affection he was offering, she took matters into her own hands. Grabbing him by the hair, she pulled him into a hot, steamy kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth like she was checking for cavities. He mumbled in protest at first until he felt her hand move to his crotch, squeezing his erection.
Finally pulling back, she left him breathless for a moment. Patting his cock through his pants, she said, "I knew this excited you... the idea of me kissing you with a mouth that just had a couple of cocks stuffed in it appeals to you, doesn't it?" she teased. "Your cock never lies to me like the rest of you does."
Blinking wildly, he tried to come to grips not only with the kiss, but what she'd said.
"I'm excited because you excite me. I've never lied about that."
"Dear, if I excited you as much as you claim, you wouldn't have been looking at porn in your office today, just like you still do at night. But that's okay, because I get to do naughty things like I just did... and I'll be doing more of the same again tomorrow."
"Tomorrow? What are you doing tomorrow?"
"Well, tomorrow...
and
Thursday and Friday. From what I've been told, I'll be sucking a lot of cock," she shrugged. Picking up the rum and Coke he'd ordered for her, she took a long, sexy drink. "Mmm... that's really good. Anyway, I'm just getting back into the good graces with my bull, so I'm going to do whatever he tells me to do. If he wants me to strip naked and suck the cock of whatever man walks into the men's locker room at the gym, I'll do it like I just did. If he wants me to let them cum on my face, and then tells me to take a selfie with you in this bar to prove I'm his obedient little slut, then I'm going to do that too."
Leaning to her right, she reached around and pulled him into her body, making their cheeks touch. He groaned as she held up her phone, telling him to smile. He did so reluctantly; it was forced compared to her brilliant, happy one. He could feel the sticky semen pressing into his skin. But that wasn't the worst of it.
"Now kiss my cheek to prove that you love me like this."
"What!? No!"
Letting go of his shoulder, she brought her hand around, returning it to his lap. Grabbing his balls in her fist, she clenched tight, making him yelp in pain. "Perhaps I wasn't clear enough. I'm being tested by my bull, and I will not disappoint him again," she scowled, "so don't... test...
me!
"
She loosened her grip just enough to let him breathe, but also remain in control. He grimaced at first before turning and pursing his lips, pressing them against her soft skin. She took another selfie of the two of them before giving him another order.
"Since you just embarrassed me again, now you have to lick some of that cum off my face. I trust you're not going to disappoint
me
like I did Gerard."
"No," he replied with a quiet disdain.
Relaxing her fingers, she kept them on his crotch. He felt the heat from her palm as she gently cupped his balls. But her voice remained stern. "Don't skimp. Find the biggest glob, and save it on your tongue for me."
She took two pictures; one of him licking up the gift she offered, the other of him showing that prize on his tongue before he was made to swallow it.
"Please tell me that won't become a habit," he pleaded.
