He sits on a chair in my room. Naked. Ankles tied to the chair legs - wrists bound together with bondage tape. I allow him to watch me get ready for my lover. Black lace bra, satin panties, suspender belt, stockings clipped into place. I do my make-up, my hair, spritz myself with perfume guaranteed to drive both of them wild. I lay down on the bed and idly run my hands up and down my body, my silky robe caressing my skin as his strong hands soon will be. I move to stand in front of him, leaning down to whisper in his ear. That I can’t wait for my bull to arrive. How my hot pussy aches for him - his hands, his mouth, his cock. I put my hand behind his head and pull it downwards. Pressing his face into my crotch….letting him smell my sweet musky heat. He closes his eyes and inhales deeply, his cock twitches. 
 A knock at the door, he’s here. I let him in, lead him into the bedroom. Undress him, kissing him, displaying his gorgeous body for the cuck to see. He pushes me down, bends me over the bed, facing the cuck. Runs his hands up my thighs, briefly circling my swollen clit through the silk, slipping his fingers inside to dip into me, then pushes them into my mouth, I suck them clean. He gets on his knees, spreads my legs and devours me with his tongue. I moan, resist, push back, push forwards, my legs tremble as he takes me to the edge. I howl his name. Before I have time to recover from my hard and fast orgasm he pulls my panties to the side and thrusts into me. I grip the sheets, all I can do is hold on and let him take what he wants. He keeps me close, hand snaking around to grind against my clit, the sensation is too much, overwhelming. I beg him to stop…don’t stop…faster….slower…..harder. I feel the pressure building in him, and in me. His movements become more focussed, with intent. His breathing quickens, he gasps, stretches, reaches for the sky and spills his cum deep into me. I am nearly ready to collapse but he isn’t done with me yet. He strips me down, has me naked. Pushes me back onto the bed, on my back, legs spread, giving the cuck the best view of my creamy cunt. He straddles my chest, strong knees pinning my arms at my side, his cum-soaked cock looking for my eager mouth. I take him in, sucking him gently until he begins to harden again. He reaches behind him and rubs my wet messy pussy, making me grind and buck against him. His need is huge, he is looking down at me, that look that says he’s close. My mouth full of him, I can’t say how much I want him but he knows. He pulls out of my mouth and grips his cock, holding it and releasing a stream of hot fresh cum all over my breasts. I smile, drunk with pleasure, I rub it all over myself, luxuriating in it. My bull takes himself off to the shower. I stand up unsteadily, move to the cuck, still tied in the chair but managing to rub his cock with his bound wrists. I encourage him to lick my breasts clean, his hands move faster against himself. I see his muscles clench, eyes roll back. I ask him, did he enjoy the show….how does it feel….would he like to cum now…..yes he nods, begs, pleads. I lean down and squeeze his balls while he strokes himself. Adding just enough pain to the pleasure. He finishes, leans back, closes his eyes. I turn and leave him, choosing to shower with my lover. The cuck can wait.