Karen and I were over at our bull’s house last night for a few drinks and so Karen could get her bull fix. John, our bull, was in an aggressive mood and was doing bench presses when we got there. Jen had fixed us a glass of wine and we went down to his gym, quickly took our clothes off, and sat on the floor and watched him finish his sets in his underwear. He was wearing the type of underwear that has a nice pouch that accentuates his package. Karen was super turned on watching him, especially since she hadn’t had any dick in a few days. When he was done, he sat up and took off his underwear. He snapped his fingers and Karen crawled over to worship his cock. We could smell his musky sweat mixed with his body spray, which was intoxicating. John said, “beer”, and I quickly retrieved an ice cold beer from the bar, handing it to him and kneeling down next to Karen, my penis throbbing in my cage.
Eventually he had Karen on her back on the weight bench, while I knelt next to her and held one of her legs up for him. He was pounding her ruthlessly and kept slapping her breasts until they were both red. I felt an enormous amount of lust, submission, and affection for him as he abused my beautiful angel. He ravaged her with a mixture of dominance, anger, and power, encouraged by Karen’s gasps and whimpers. Watching his body exert itself in her made me feel extremely grateful, especially knowing that he would soon empty his balls inside her. Karen began to show signs of orgasm and then explosively came hard when John said, “Good girl, come on Daddy’s cock. Good girl”. Her arms went limp and fell to her side as John started fucking her harder.
This is when John pulled me closer to him, leaned over wrapping his arm around my head and bit me on my rear trapezoid. He started off gently at first and then gradually increased pressure as he got closer to cumming. I instinctively rose up higher on my knees and leaned my head to the side to give him better access. I put my hand on his back to show him my willing submission and his back and lat muscles were so hard! The pressure became very painful as he growled and I whimpered and just tried to breathe through the pain. I mentally resigned myself to endure whatever pain was necessary in order to please him and help him reach orgasm. Feeling his body as he thrust hard into Karen was pure ecstasy, and I was so relieved when he came inside her and released his bite. When he caught his breath he grabbed my chin looking down at me and said, “Good boy”.
Karen and I both thanked him and he went upstairs to shower. Karen and I gave each other some loving aftercare, me gently kissing her breasts and her kissing my bite mark. We went home mentally and physically spent, yet satisfied. I’m admiring his bite mark and light bruising this morning in the mirror.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/gdws8v/our_bull_bit_me_mmf