Several years ago, when my wife and I decided to get serious about her cuck fantasy, Demetrius was the bull we chose to work with. He was referred to us by our previous bull, Tyrone Biggums. Tyrone was reliable and well-hung, but had grown tired of my ejaculate getting on him during the sessions (once I think I may have jizzed on his eye. lol!)

In my initial email to Demetrius, I clearly stated that I was seeking a well endowed, enthusiastic black man to become the boyfriend of my wife. To my relief, he took a great interest her. He was so excited, he offered to come over that very day. Needless to say, I took him up on that offer!

Fast forward a dozen or so sessions later, I can say with certainty his knowledge in all areas of cuckoldry has impressed us immensely. After our initial session with Demetrius, my wife and I felt 100% comfortable with our decision. It’s about time we met someone who knew what they were doing when it comes to cuckold play. The best part? He's OK if I accidently jizz on him every once in a while.

We now have peace of mind when we think of our future cuck sessions. I have been a cuckee for nearly a decade and only think of Demetrius when I meet others looking to find the right bull.

Thanks for reading!

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http://lifeasabull.blogspot.com/2012/10/hotwife-submission.html?zx=ce665fda9e484825

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I cannot emphasize how much of an impact small but thoughtful things like this has on the quality of a cuck session. Ultimately, I have Demetrius to thank for opening my eyes. I can't believe what my wife and I were missing out on.

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For one, right at the start, Demetrius ordered me to get naked, go into my bathroom and to cum onto a stained, crusty washcloth he had brought with him. He then had me come back out with the towel and wipe the cold cum on my face. I was a bit skeptical, but it as I rubbed my cum onto my temples, my boner instantly came back for the rest of the session. I appreciated the novelty of it all, his assertive nature, and knew I was in for a real treat the rest of the night.

Having already been ordered to cum made zero difference in my arousal. I was rock hard all the way through the entire 90 minute session. The pre-wackoff session merely made sure I did not instantly cum. And while just my suspicion, I firmly believe Demetrius knew of his abilities, and--this being our first time with him---wanted me to be able to enjoy the entire session without cumming at an inopportune time. It was a very kind gesture.

Anyway, about an hour in, Demetrius pulled out of my wife and walked over to me. As with most cuck sessions, I was sitting naked on a fold-out chair next to the bed. I could see his massive, pulsating erect cock and it was still dripping droplets of my wife's ejaculate. He took off his leather boots and placed them on my lap, muttering "littah ass white boy, you bettah watch these." Oh, I clutched those boots as if my life depended on it!. This kept my arousal at bay for the last 30 minutes.

Finally, as he creampied my wife in the missionary position while choking her, he turned to his face to mine and growled "THATS. WHY. YOU. GAY." With his boots to my pale chest with my left hand, I blew my load that very instant.

This was the first cuckold experience that the bull took such an interest in my well-being. I am a lucky man to have found such a perfect bull.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2212318&forum_id=2\u0026mark_id=5310864",#22867746)

rofl every time

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Content Summary: The update describes specific events and actions that took place during a cuckold session with Demetrius. It includes detailed and explicit descriptions of the activities involved, focusing on the sensations and feelings experienced by the poster.

Tone and Detail: The tone remains informal and highly descriptive, with a focus on personal feelings and experiences. The poster emphasizes the unique aspects of the session, highlighting the involvement of Demetrius and the impact of his actions on the poster’s arousal and satisfaction.

Purpose and Community Context: The purpose of the update seems to be to provide a detailed account of what made the experience particularly memorable. It reflects the norms of certain online communities where members share explicit personal experiences related to sexual fetishes.

Inappropriate Content: The content is explicit and may be considered inappropriate for many audiences, especially younger viewers or those not interested in detailed sexual discussions. It’s important to recognize that such posts are intended for specific communities where members are comfortable with this type of content.

Overall, the post continues the theme of detailed personal recounting of cuckoldry experiences, aiming to share both the physical and emotional aspects of the session. It underscores the level of detail and personal engagement typical of certain online discussions within this niche.

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However, while "big" is fine and has its place, I want to point out that it is NOT necessary. While I've never told Demetrius this, Tyrone was at least half an inch longer--and I suspect he had much greater girth. And yet Demetrius has been a godsend!

So that leads me to something cuckees rarely realize: if the pleasure of being cucked is being humiliated, how much better is it if the bull has a shorter penis that you might expect? My experiences with Demetrius have led to a enlightening dialogue between the wife and I, and we are actively discussing the possibility of a 60-year old, obese, pale Asian man.

Now, I'm not advocating for something completely gross. All I am saying is that your cuck sessions might benefit from someone "outside the box," who is enthusiastic, clean, and at least tolerable to look at. He may not be Mandingo, but he certainly can pleasure her. And if that bull takes some pages out of Demetrius' book (look the cuckee in the eye, trash-talking), it could easily be one of the greatest sessions you've had together as a couple :)

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Sometimes I am asked what I like about being a Bull with a cuckold couple. That is not an easy question to answer, but I’ll try.

I’m a dominant person, and always have been. I like being the one in charge. So I naturally tend to find myself at the top of the food chain in every situation.

When I’m with a couple there are several elements that appeal to me, which make the relationship more appealing than the traditional boyfriend & girlfriend.

First, a married woman is in it for the sex. Her motivations are not unlike ours (men). She is not looking for a relationship (she has one). She is not looking for drama (she wants none). She will not hound you or stalk you or pester you like many single women.

With a married woman it’s all about the sex. When you meet with her (or them) there will be little small talk, socializing or wasting time. Sex is on her mind, and it’s everyone's goal. Once her and your sexual cravings are satisfied she will go back home, with or to her husband. It’s perfect for someone like me who enjoys frequent, explosive sex with someone who is only too willing to provide it.

So, my first answer is sex, sex and more sex.

But there are other sides to it, too. Believe it or not I like helping other couples spice things up. I know Bulls are often painted as selfish, cock-wielding studs that are interested only in themselves, but that’s not usually the case. I, and others like me, enjoy interacting with couples and helping them reignite their flame in the bedroom.

Like I mentioned, I am dominant and I enjoy the domination theme. It’s empowering to have a woman offer herself to me, especially when it’s a beautiful married woman who would normally be off-limits to anyone except her husband.

Say what you want, but there is something edgy about hitting a pussy that was promised to someone else, especially when the wife is a stone cold fox, and someone you would NEVER suspect of being a submissive slut for another man behind closed doors.

Last, I love being dominant over a couple in the husband's presence. There’s something deeply satisfying when I see a husband silently watch me ravage his wife in their marital bed, knowing that he’s getting off on the whole show.

Most husbands I know are not submissive. However they do become extremely passive when I assert myself in their presence. Not only does this appeal to me, but I enjoy the wife’s reaction as well. The more passive the husband is the more sexually responsive the wife becomes, and that leads to even better sex.

Once you have taken the time to build a good cuckold relationship with the right couple the encounters can become intense, fulfilling and practically addictive.

What man would not want that?

http://lifeasabull.blogspot.com/2012/10/why-be-bull-whats-in-it-for-me.html#more

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Except you want more. You want to take it to another level, and push yourself up the dominance ladder while pushing him down a rung or two. One way to do that is to get him to take your cock into his mouth, even if it's just briefly.

Don’t worry. It doesn’t make you gay. In fact it makes you more of a Bull, because dominance is the essence of being the Bull. You’re taking charge and asserting your dominance over them both, by demonstrating your dominance over him."

http://lifeasabull.blogspot.com/search?updated-max=2012-10-18T13:21:00-07:00&max-results=1&start=10&by-date=false

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RTvWZn95mZQ

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Early last week, Em said that our daughter would be staying with a little friend on Friday night.

“Why?” I asked, washing the breakfast dishes while we talked.

“None of your business,” she replied.

That was her way of letting me know that she had plans with Darius.

Then on Friday around noon I received a brief email from the Man himself…

“Hello boi,

Anything special that you want to see tonight?

D”

To which I replied…

“Hello Sir,

I appreciate your kind consideration. But her ass is yours and I won’t presume. Is there anything that I can assist with?

Respectfully,

boi”

His response…

“I may tie her to the bed. Make sure ropes and other restraints are available.

D”

Em was running some errands so, ever the thoughtful cuckold, I put clean sheets on the bed and condoms and lube on a ledge along the headboard. I set rope and cuffs on Em’s dresser and removed the side panel from the bed so that I could get into the cage if I was told to do so.

Everything seemed poised for a great event.

When Em got home and noticed the bondage gear, I explained that Darius had contacted me and requested it. That put an impish smile on her face. Sometime after 5:00, he texted her that he’d be about an hour late due to some last minute work issues.

Around 6:00, I got another email…

“Did she tell you I’m taking her to dinner?”

“So, you’re going out to dinner with him, Ma’am?” I questioned.

She laughed cynically under her breath.

“How do you feel about that?” she asked.

“It sounds good, Ma’am. I’m sure you’ll have a good time.”

I began to sense that their plans for me for the evening probably weren’t going to be benign.

Shortly after 7:00 he called to tell her he was on his way. I could see the excitement rising in her as she nervously checked her makeup and hair in the mirror one last time.

“How do I look?” she asked.

She was wearing a tight skirt with a low slung top that revealed her ample cleavage just enough to be sexy and sophisticated at the same time. Stepping into her heels, it felt as though she had suddenly grown taller and was looking down on me.

“You look really hot, Ma’am. He’s going to love it.”

“Really?” she asked. “I hope so. Anyway, what are we going to do with you?”

She paused for a brief second.

“I think you belong in the cage.”

A mild panic overtook me when I realized that she actually intended to leave me locked in the cage while she was away.

“But what if there’s some sort of emergency?”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know. A fire or something.”

“What are the chances of that? If you feel uneasy, you can keep your phone. But I think you’re just looking for excuses.”

She held me in her gaze and pointed to the cage.

“Get yourself together and get in. I don’t have time to play. He’ll be here any second.”

By the time I got myself together, the front doorbell rang.

“See you later,” she said. And then she was gone.

Inside the cage, I tried to settle myself. My heart was racing and I was breathing irregularly. On a couple of occasions in the past, she had left the house while I was caged. It’s a genuine risk but one that we’ve considered and accepted because the experience is so much more intense.

Counting backwards usually settles my nerves and I tried that. I wondered whether she was going to let me out when they returned but I suspected that she’d be all caught up in him and that I’d be in the cage for the whole visit. It was one of those times when I’d been building my hopes up for some sort of humiliating participation in their lovemaking and it frustrated me that I wasn’t going to get that. I collected my thoughts and began to tell myself that I should be happy because I was where she wanted me to be and that pleases her.

I had a set of Japanese nipple clamps and put them on. Mild pain helps me get into subspace and I began to imagine what the loving couple might be talking about at the restaurant. Thinking about food, I became aware of my own hunger, another layer of the predicament that Em and Darius had orchestrated for my benefit.

I hadn’t been feeling well earlier in the day and now my physical discomforts began to factor in. They would have been manageable if not for an unexpected irritant that would ultimately somewhat unravel the evening.

We have a neutered male chihuahua, named Stumpy, who is obsessively territorial and often goes bananas when people are visiting. That makes him a great early warning system but a pain in the butt if we have guests that he chooses not to accept.

You’ll no doubt find this comical and, if it hadn’t nearly ruined the evening, I would too… Stumpy has a problem with black men. He’s a little racist. Em thinks maybe it’s an Alpha Male thing. Who know’s? But from the second Darius rang the doorbell, Stumpy was on a roll.

Anyway, there I am stored away in the cage with Stumpy barking and howling in his crate in the guest bedroom. Em had put him in the crate with his muzzle on before she left but you could still hear him. I figured he’d settle down after a while but he didn’t and it began to distract me to such a degree that I couldn’t focus on my wife and her lover.

When they returned from dinner, the muffled barking continued. Em and Darius were in the living room getting down to business. I could hear them talking but couldn’t make out what they were saying. When I heard him spanking her ass, I knew she was on her knees sucking his cock. If Stumpy had been quieter I could have heard them better and gotten into it. I twisted the clamps on my nipples trying to goose my arousal with pain but all I could hear was Stumpy. If I could have, I would have rolled out of the cage and thrown the little SOB into the backyard… for fuck ever.

After a while Em and Darius moved to the bedroom. I was still hoping that Em would let me out so I could at least deal with the dog but Darius, a dog breeder who is comfortable with canines, had other plans for her. I could hear better now and watched their shadows on the wall. He fucked her for over an hour, taking her mouth, her pussy, and her ass, finishing the night with her sucking the cum out of his cock and making her swallow it. Several times she cried out something like “Fuck your white slut, Daddy.” Darius would groan and grunt and Stumpy would howl. They cuddled and talked a while before he left.

“God, I could kill the dog,” Em said, lying on the bed above me.

“Why didn’t you pitch him out?” I asked.

“Getting fucked felt so good. I didn’t want to break the rhythm and I don’t think the dog bothered Darius.”

“It bothered me. I couldn’t stay focused. It was frustrating in a bad way.”

“I can understand that,” she said.

“Next time the dog has to be crated, muzzled, and out in the storage shed.”

“Agreed,” she said, unlocking the cage and letting me out. First thing I did was chase Stumpy out the back door.

When I returned, Em was on the bed with her thighs spread wide.

“Get to it,” she said.

I was grateful for finally having a chance to be close to her but by then my nerves were shot. I got her off but I couldn’t let go of the night’s frustrations. It had been rough on me to be set aside and to suffer the tirade of our crazy dog.

After she came, she pulled me up so that we could kiss with her juice still covering my face. She never does that. I guess she wants to get accustomed to the taste, given Darius’s plan to bring her together with another woman of his.

Usually, after Darius leaves, Em and I reconnect in some way but all night I felt a million miles away. I couldn’t tell if it was anger at the dog or an unexpected bout of angst or a combination of them both but from my perspective the evening had been a bust. Em was happy but conceded that the dog had been a distraction and that it wouldn’t happen again. Darius and she texted later and he said the dog hadn’t bothered him much. He’d been enjoying his girl too much to notice.

On Saturday, my battered feelings began to smooth out and I saw the humor of the situation. In the evening, Em had me lie on the bed so that she could pinch and suck my nipples. She felt that most of my issues were angst at finally being a true, full-time cuckold. She told me to jack off while she watched. She said she wanted to spend a weekend with Darius at his house and that maybe, if I was a good boy, she’d ask if I could come along and stay in one of his dog cages in the garage. I’d be there the whole weekend, she said, only getting out to serve them in whatever way they required. She asked if I wanted to suck her Daddy’s cock and I said I would love to. She laughed when I told her that I want him to whip me and piss on me while she watches.

“Oooo, I think he might go for that,” she said.

Then I came.

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