Max The Bull Pt 02

Hugh was fucking Betty as hard as he could, her cries of wanton lust music to his ears. Both had their eyes on the large TV in their bedroom as video of Max deep dicking Betty played. It was looped so they could continue watching while fucking each other.

Hugh had Betty on her knees, facing the TV. His hands pinned her arms behind her back, grabbing them just above the elbows. His hips were smashing into her pussy in a lifted doggy style.

"Oh yes, that's when he started choking me...it felt incredible...look how he's tossing me around...gawd, I want more of him..." she narrated the video. Hugh responded by fucking her harder.

They had been watching the video and fucking, this was the 2nd time. Hugh started shooting his cum into Betty, her hips opened up farther, taking more of him. Once he was done, she rolled over to her back, and had her legs up in the air.

"Do it...please Hugh! Turn me on like you know I like it!"

Hugh laid down and started licking up his cum from her pussy. Once he had it all, he crawled over to her and kissed her in a cum filled oral embrace. Their tongues fought for his cream as they looked each other in the eyes.

"Mmmm, you know what I like," Betty moaned. "Hugh, do you think..."

"I would clean you up from Max's cum? You know I don't do that. I haven't ever, and do not plan to change that rule. Ever."

"Okay, sorry...I was just curious." Betty closed her eyes, fantasizing about it.

***********

Max was in his office considering Betty's email. She wanted to fuck in his gym and that would take some setting up. The easiest thing to do was bright and early in the morning, but since his gym opened up at 6am, that would be tricky. Then again, it didn't have to be. He typed up a memo, and emailed it to his staff. Wednesday, the gym would open at 8am instead. The trainers working that morning would work past the changing of crew members. He asked that with extra trainers those two extra hours, that they work the floor and check in with members. Give tips on form and exercises. Maybe spot some of the weightlifters, etc.

Next, he called four of his best trainers; Heather, Mark, Steve, and Aimi (a Japanese girl). He arranged for them to meet him in an impromptu meeting later that day. With some of his pressing business taken care of, he signed onto Adult Friend Finder and messaged Betty.

"Wednesday, I am pushing back the start time to 8am. I want you here at 6am," he typed. "Make sure you're dressed in something tight and body hugging. I'll take care of the rest," then he hit send. He continued his regular work, and a few minutes later, she replied.

"I can't wait. Is there any way we can record our time together?" she begged.

"Yes, I can see to it. I have a GoPro we use here at the gym."

Unknown to each other, they both smiled at the idea.

Max hit the floor, talking to members here and there. He made sure to check in with his staff as well. Once he made his rounds, he changed into his workout clothes and got lifting. The usual batch of big guys were spread out around the free weights. Max easily mixed with them as he started doing a series of arm exercises. Dumbbell, hammer, preacher curls were the standards for his arm day. He interspersed those with tricep blasts, hammer pull downs, and overhead tricep extensions. In no time he was sweating up a storm, and taking quick water breaks. From time to time he joked with another weightlifter. Once his workout was complete, he hit the showers. He took a few selfies; one in his sweat soaked muscle shirt, then a partial nude, and since he was thinking of Betty, a standing flexing pose with his rock hard cock standing.

He texted the first to Betty, before taking a shower. As he got out, he checked his phone and she replied with a drooling emoji. He sent her the next picture, smiling as he did. He got dressed and checked his phone again, she had texted him a voice recording of her moaning. He chuckled at that, then sent the last pic, the full nude.

"She's going to play with herself," he guessed.

He wasn't wrong.

Later, he met with his four hand selected crew members. He had them come see him in his office.

"I asked you to pop in because I wanted to let you know I'm thinking of promoting you. Each of you is the type that takes the initiative and gets things done. Other crew members see that, and follow your lead. So, I am planning on training you to be shift leaders this coming month. Some leadership training will be done by corporate trainers I've hired. Some training will be by me. What do you think? Are you interested?"

They all nodded and agreed.

As they stepped out, Heather was the last to reach the door.

"Heather, do you have a second?"

Heather was tall, she had played volleyball all the way up through college. She had a long, lean body, and was well toned. Beyond volleyball, she had played a number of sports in high school and was an all around athlete. Her long curly red hair reminded him of Jessica Chastain.

"Sure, what's up boss?"

"First, you can call me Max. Next, I was wondering if I could take you on a date sometime."

"Oh, wow! I didn't see that coming. Sure, I'd love to. Are you free today after work? We can get some coffee," she replied.

"I was thinking about dinner actually, say 6:30pm Wednesday night? At Tanaka Sushi?"

"Yes, that sounds great. See you there." she smiled at him.

***********

Betty was getting ready, it was earlier than she was used to waking up and getting ready, but there wasn't anything she wouldn't do to get her hands on Max again. Hugh was still asleep, but she had told him about her arrangement. As she finished her shower, she got out and dried herself off. She had chosen a tight fitting white sports bra and a tiny pair of blue spandex exercise shorts. She capped it off with a pair of white sneakers. She looked in the mirror, and she knew if she wore this to the gym, a lot of guys would check her out. Some might be brave enough to ask her for a date. She smiled, knowing she was in for more than a date.

"Still sexy, and still as beautiful as the day I met you," Hugh was smiling at her.

"I thought you were asleep," she said.

"And not see you off? I couldn't do that...remember our agreement, we are in this together." Hugh said.

"I know," she said, knowing this arrangement was different, "just sex, no relationship."

"Exactly, see you later and remember to tell me all about it."

"I won't have to, we are going to record it!"

"That's my girl!"

She left, driving her BMW with the top down. Arriving at the gym within twenty minutes, she parked her car. She got out and there he was. Standing like a statue, he had a smile on his face. He took her hand and guided her to a side entrance, unlocked the door and walked her in.

"What are you going to do with me?" she asked gently.

"Anything I want, is what you said. But, to be honest I've had a fantasy for a long time. And you're going to help me make it real."

"What?" Her legs were trembling in anticipation. Her quim got wet at the idea of it.

He didn't answer her, he took her to the bench press, the one he had power lifted 300 pounds for her to see. Standing over her, he put his hands on her top...and tore it open. Her breasts fell out, and he kissed them. Now, he took her bottom in his hands and tore off her tight shorts. She was left standing there nude, except for her sneakers.

"Holy shit!" she exclaimed, "I can't believe you did that!"

He had her lay down on the bench, and placed her head just over the edge. She had her feet on the crossbar below where the bar was used to bench press. Max tied her feet to the crossbar using the stretch bands used for exercises, then he tied her hands underneath the bench.

"You're going to swallow my sword," he whispered in her ears.

He dropped his shorts, and his long and hard cock twitched, like a predator sniffing prey.

"I don't know if I can..." her eyes wide open, staring at all 11 inches, regretting saying 'anything'.

Max had set up GoPro on a small tripod, and hit the record button. He walked into the frame and looked into the camera once, then he placed his tip in her mouth.

"We'll start slowly," he reassured her.

She opened wide and took the first few inches, then he nudged gently into her making her take a few more. He pulled back, and then slowly pushed more of his behemoth of a cock down her throat. He hit the back of her mouth, where she would gag. She managed to hold it back, and even managed to shake her throat around his tip a little. He pulled back, she prepared herself, and he pushed more of his cock down her throat. His tip was past her mouth and into the beginning of her throat. She concentrated and kept her breathing stable, if she could get this much in, she stood a chance at all of it.

Max pulled out, then pushed it in deeper. Betty concentrated on her breathing, her pussy sobbing for attention. She knew if she could just hang in there, he would reward her even more. His cock was filling her throat, her mind went elsewhere. She kept focusing on her breathing...his cock sliding back and forth much easier now. That's when she felt his balls slapping her nose and eyes. She had taken all of his massive 11 inches.

Max had her where he wanted her, and opened her up slowly and was now fucking her throat like a beast. Her moans made him go faster. Once he felt his balls slap against her face, he knew he had achieved his fantasy. He finally had deep throated his girl all the way to balls deep.

He pulled out his cock, and it was covered in her saliva. She let out a gasp of air and breathed deep.

"Shit! I did it! I did it!"

Max untied her, and spun her around. He placed her hands on the bar and tied them with the same stretch bands. Once she was trapped, he shoved himself roughly into her pussy.

"Gawd yes...please, fuck me...abuse me...make me your slave..." she begged.

Max did just that. His anaconda slammed into her with a force he had held back during their first interlude. Pulling up her legs, she rammed into her time and time again, as her body arched and her pussy took it all. He was pounding her, their flesh slapping against each other. She exploded with feminine cum as he continued ravaging her body. As much as he punished her vaginal purse, she took it and kept begging for more.

"Don't stop...fuck me...like a whore...use me...that's it...more...More...MORE!!!" she yelled.

Max was sure Hugh would have a hard time watching this part, so he upped the ante, slamming into her like a car crash. She wasn't just experiencing multiple orgasms anymore. Her body belonged to him now. They both knew it. She would come to him regardless of what Hugh said or agreed to. She effectively surrendered herself to him at that moment.

Sometimes, words need not be spoken.

Max pulled out, and untied her. Her legs were shaky, but she still managed to fill her face with his cock. Normally, someone would say she was giving him a blowjob, but she was actually worshiping his cock. A refined eye, like Hugh's experienced eyes, would tell the difference. She took a quick look at the camera, feeling a pang of regret, before continuing her worship of his manly root. All too soon, he lifted her, once again placing her on his cock like a doll.

Picking up the tripod while easily holding her, he walked her up to his office. He didn't even have to pump her, she was doing all the work. Max made sure the camera was fixed on them, and continued to film their lust filled adventure. When he got to his office, he placed her on his desk as he rounded the bases and headed for home. Betty cried out incessantly as he rammed her, her cries loud and vocal.

"Now! Do it now!" she cried out.

Max whipped his dick out and quicker than seemed possible, shoved it down her throat. His cum slid into her expectant cum chalice and she took it all. Not a drop escaped her lips and tongue. She slobbered it all up, her god appeased for the moment.

She stood up, like a fawn, her legs threatened to collapse. She looked into the camera, and said "I love you Hugh, thank you for this!" Then she shut it off.

"Take me to the showers Max, shower me and have your way with me!"

He knew what she was doing, and went with it anyway. Taking her to his private shower, he rinsed her off and then washed her body with body wash and his hands. He had her sit on his dick with her back to him as they showered. There was no need to rush, or finish quickly. The only movements were the two lovers washing each other attached by the privates. It wasn't enough for her, and Betty started fucking Max by pushing against him. Not wanting to damage her, he let her continue until she had another orgasm. She grabbed his hands and cupped her breast with them. They finished with a slow and romantic sex, kissing him by turning her head around.

"I can't wait to see you again," she confessed.

"You're going to have to talk to Hugh, I'm not sure he's going to be okay with us anymore."

"You're right, but I'm still going to find a way," she said quietly. "One way, or another," she thought to herself.

Max whispered in her ear, and she laughed. Turning off the shower, he dried her off.

"So what am I supposed to wear now?" her naked hips cocked to the side.

Max opened a cabinet, and handed her a small men's t-shirt, it read "Warrior Gym". It barely covered her ass and pussy. She laced up her sneakers and he walked her out.

"When you get home, take a selfie and send it to Hugh. Then text me how he reacted."

"Yes, Mr. Bull, anything you say!"

***********

Max was dressed up for his date, that isn't to say he was wearing a tux, but he carefully selected a pricey set of jeans along with a silk short sleeved button down shirt. He was wearing his hair braided and wore a deer bone choker. This finishing touch, two feathers tied to his braids. One was black and white with four red dots, two in the white, two in the black. The other feather was white and red, this feather had black dots, placed just as the previous one.

On his feet were a pair of Gucci Adidas shoes.

Heather walked up to the restaurant, her butterflies dancing a dance in her tummy. Max saw her and smiled. She was wearing a peasant dress with a belt that hinted at being a corset across her midsection. It was matched with a pair of open toed leather ankle boots. Her smile set his heart on fire.

During dinner, they talked about everything and yet about nothing. All the small talk was pleasant enough, but neither would remember it afterwards. What they would remember is the way they both snuck looks at each other when they thought the other wasn't looking. They would remember feeling like kids on a date for the first time. After dinner, Max and Heather walked along the bridge that crossed a small river.

Max would point at a bird and tell her its name. At one point, he whistled a bird song and several birds replied.

"That's amazing, how did you learn to do that?"

"It's just something we did as kids, kinda like a game," he replied.

"So what's next?" she smiled, playing with her locks.

"I would suggest 'your place or mine' but I don't know if I want to cross that river yet." he said.

"A true gentleman," she said. "Well why don't we go to the beach instead." she suggested.

Max led her to his jeep, and drove them down to where there was a bluff overlooking the ocean. As they got out, Max grabbed an Indian blanket from beneath the backseat and a beach towel. When they arrived at the bluff, he set down the towel and wrapped them both in the blanket. Luckily, they were able to catch the end of the sunset and stayed long after it was past the horizon. She nestled into him and he surrounded her with his arms. They both dozed off in a semi hug, until the air got cold enough they couldn't stay.

"Take me to your place, Max," she looked up into his eyes.

When he walked her in, they sat on the couch, still wrapped in the blanket, and promptly fell asleep. Nothing happened between them. They just enjoyed each other's company.

If she had looked around, she would have found a dwelling equally decorated in Native motifs and cultural items. A peace pipe was on the wall, beneath a Buddhist thangka. There was a poster of Tommie Smith and John Carlos raising their black gloved fist at the 1968 Olympics. Above the faux fireplace was a Navajo sand painting of a kachina... it was Kokopeli, the hunch backed flute player.

Heather swam in a dream that reflected her comfort, wrapped in his strong, safe arms.

***********

Betty got home and took a selfie. She used a selfie stick to show the shirt barely covered her, then she texted it to Hugh. Even though she had Max shower her at the gym, she took a shower and got dressed properly. Knowing Hugh would want to reclaim her as soon as he got home, she dressed provocatively and without panties or bra. When Hugh texted her back, it was an eggplant emoji. She took a screenshot and sent it to Max.

Her phone chimed, and saw it was an email from Max. She couldn't open the attachment on her phone, so she logged into Hugh's home computer. It was a video file. She saved to the desktop and then opened it.

She watched as he ripped her clothes off, then tied her to the bench. She was amazed as she watched herself be impaled by his spear. Her body tingled at the memory, her mouth salivated at the thought. God, she wanted to do it again.

Hugh came home, and had a mischievous smile on his face. As he entered the kitchen/dining area, he saw Betty waiting for him. She also had a mischievous smile on her.

"Ready for some fun?" she teased him.

He nodded, and walked towards her. Standing up, she walked away from him, towards the spacious living room. Picking up the remote, she turned on the TV, and hit play. Hugh reached her as the TV was filled with Max, then he saw him rip her clothes off.

Keeping his eyes on the TV, Hugh took off Betty's tight fitting dress and started groping her roughly. She smiled and lifted her arms over his shoulders. As Max was tying her up on the TV, Hugh started fingering his wife, her soft pussy already wet with her feminine fluids. Hugh and Betty fell on to the couch, Hugh started pounding her pussy harder and harder as he saw his wife slowly fit Max's long thick cock down her throat.

"Don't tell me..." said Hugh.

"Okay, I won't. You'll have to see for yourself." Betty teased him.

Hugh kept fucking his vixen/hotwife spouse as he watched her take more and more of Max's 11 inches into her throat. He was pumping into, his cock inflated with the images, hammering at her...when he saw her get all of it in.

He saw Max's balls slapping his wife in the face, he was so deep in her throat.

"Oh yeah...just like that..." Betty moaned.

"More...give more... uagh! Unh unh unh....Max!" She screamed.

"Fuck me Max! Give me more!"

Hugh paused, then started raping her pussy, his hands grabbing her body roughly has he started punishing her for her transgression.

"Max! Fuck me harder! Max! You're my bull! MAX!!!" she screamed no matter what Hugh did.

At this point, Hugh got off Betty and started slapping her tits, slapping her ass, and pulling her hair. She took it all, and begged for more. Hugh got his belt from his trousers and started swatting Betty across her backside, but it went wild and struck her thighs and lower back as well. Betty orgasmed as Hugh punished her.

"Mmmm..." she cooed as the video ended. Hugh stood over her, his heart racing, the belt in one hand, his cock hanging out.

He rewinded the video then let it play....

"Don't stop...fuck me...like a whore...use me...that's it...more...More...MORE!!!". He hit rewind, then let it play. He did this several times, hearing her wanton lust in her voice.

"Are you going to fuck him again?" asked Hugh.