I submitted to her Bull - Sex Stories

I submitted to her Bull

... with a house guest, a real man, we would need more food. I leaned over and kissed little Ted or should I call him little Timmy, I thought, I lay there a little longer before I got up. (Husbands point of view) As I lay there wide awake, Anna had just kissed me, I tried to stay still, My little penis was hard as a stone. As the minutes ticked slowly by, all sorts of scenarios ran through my addled brain -- things I had never thought of or fantasied about before. Then Anna began to stir. She spooned into my back, pressing herself against me. Her hand reached slowly around me, playing over my chest, my stomach and downwards. I tensed up, my body going rigid, as it sought out my penis. Anna laughed lightly as her fingers found my little erection and held me lightly. "Good morning dirty little man. Been thinking about Jack and his monster cock?" "No!" "Don't lie to me Timmy. It's quite natural for a man with a little penis to be in awe of a man with a huge cock. Its nature" I was silent. Anna never spoke like this. What was going on? What was she after? Was it a game, a tease, or was she serious? I was anxious and humiliated and fantastically excited, so close to ejaculating as her finger tips played across me. "It's OK Timmy. She is calling me Timmy now, “ Don't be ashamed," she said kindly. "I bet his cock is... beautiful. I certainly want it. Imagine being filled by that, when you are used to a twig. I'll teach you to suck it really well. Would you like that? Maybe he'll fuck ...

... you in the arse." "Anna, I'm not gay. I don't want to suck Jack's cock, and I don't want him to fuck me. It's just it's so big, and he's so... aggressive... and... he wants you and you say you want him... What is going on Anna?" "Of course, I know you're not gay Ted. You're my gorgeous, loving, good husband. But that doesn't mean we can't try a big cock like Jack's. It's OK to want it. Don't be ashamed. I want to see you on your knees before him, your superior, sexually speaking. It's just the way it is, a fact of life. In the cock department, he's a God and you are... well, a little mortal man, a boy really. Imagine how exciting that would be to give pleasure to him. I want him too, Timmy. I want to experience that sort of man, that sort of cock. I'm your wife, and I'll always love you. But that cock. I have to try it. Do you understand?" Anna didn't wait for me to answer. She wasn't really asking permission, just explaining things to me, trying to make the blow softer. The way she was talking -- always telling me I was little, calling me Timmy -- was humiliating. I hated it, but also loved it too. I was panicked, sacred and hugely thrilled. I actually felt a little sick in the pit of my stomach, but I was also so, so excited. As all this rushed through me, Anna took control again. I suddenly felt a wet finger press into my crack in search for my hole. "Anna! No... please... don't..." Before I could wriggle away, Anna pressed into me firmly. My anal ring gave, and long finger ...