My girlfriend and her bull Part 5 (LoveBoy Tales)

The introduction of bondage into Miranda's sex with Luke had a dramatic effect on our cuckolding sessions. It became standard procedure to have Luke enter our apartment on his own, and to have him walk into my bedroom to the sight of my girlfriend, kneeling on the bed with her head down and her ass in the air. While Miranda's first BDSM session with Luke was contingent upon the excuse of me "working extra late hours" - and was therefore not replicable without drawing suspicion - it was still easy to incorporate elements of bondage into shorter, two-hour sessions with gags, blindfolds, and handcuffs. This was helped by the fact that Luke was quite into bondage and master/slave dynamics. No more than three days after their first BDSM session, I found myself watching through the spycam app as my girlfriend - blindfolded and collared - was led on her hands and knees back and forth across my bedroom by a leash. This was followed by a half-hour long blowjob session, which then transitioned into Miranda having her hands cuffed behind her back and getting railed for twenty minutes. Of course, the ordeal ended with her crying out in pleasure while her new master fondled her breasts, and with another used condom being dumped on the bed for me to clean up.

Miranda began spiraling into doing more and more submissive acts for Luke. One of their more memorable sessions sported her giving a rimjob while jacking off Luke's cock from beneath him. My girlfriend was laying on her back at the edge of the bed, naked, while Luke positioned his ass over her mouth and sunk down onto her. While Miranda's tongue swirled around his asshole, one of her hands was gripping Luke's cock and pumping it up and down, while the other fondled his balls and rubbed the base of his shaft. Luke would occasionally grunt and give Miranda's tits a slap, commenting on how her tongue felt so good against his ass. "You like it, don't you?" he taunted, as he pinched one of her nipples. "You like sucking your master's ass behind your boyfriend's back."

Miranda, whose mouth was occupied, couldn't respond with words, and instead moaned into his ass and continued slobbering over it. I noticed that her pussy was practically shining with how wet it was, and that her nipples were hard and erect. After about ten more minutes of rimming Luke, he pulled out and slapped Miranda's face, before ordering her on all fours. Within twenty seconds he was fucking my girlfriend's brains out, gripping her hair with one hand and smacking her ass with the other. I could tell from how quickly he was fucking Miranda that her pussy must've been super wet long before he entered her, and the aroused cries that soon began emanating from my phone only confirmed this theory. At some point Luke released her hair and pushed her head down into the mattress, muffling her moans as his cock continued thrusting at a rapid pace. By now I could see that his cock was coated in a mixture of precum and pussy juice, and that Miranda's legs were quivering with pleasure. Luke put one foot up onto the bed, angling his cock so it was spearing my girlfriend in a downwards position. The effect was immediate - Miranda's toes began to curl and her hands gripped the sheets, and the next thing I knew she was screaming into the mattress. Her entire body quaked as she orgasmed, and I heard Luke grunt and say, "*fuck*, you feel so good when you cum." He continued thrusting into her, and within five minutes I was watching as he came inside Miranda.

Luke and Miranda also began playing with orgasm denial. Their first session saw my girlfriend put into wrist and ankle cuffs so she was spread-eagle on the bed. Luke then blindfolded her and spent the next hour slowly teasing her, beginning with some minor fingering, which then transitioned into a vibrator, which then transitioned into his cock. He thrusted into her at a moderate pace, whispering things into her ear, and upon sensing that Miranda was close to cumming would slow down considerably. Miranda would moan in frustration and beg to be allowed to cum, to which Luke would reply with a simple order: "beg for it."

And so I watched as my girlfriend pleaded, groveled, and begged Luke to be allowed to cum. "Please master, I'll do anything, I'll do *anything*," she moaned, as Luke's cock continued to slowly slide inside of her. A puddle of pussy juice had formed a dark spot beneath her pelvis, and webs of sticky fluid coated Luke's dick. "I'll do whatever you want, master. I'll be your good little slut. Your good little slave."

"Tell me," said Luke, as he watched Miranda's pathetic pleading with an amused expression, "what matters more to you - your boyfriend, or this massive cock?"

I felt my fists ball up when I heard this question, but what surprised me the most was how fast Miranda's response was. "Your cock," she gasped, seemingly without hesitation. "I love your cock, master. I would do anything for your cock. My boyfriend is a pathetic, tiny-dicked loser...oh, *fuck*-"

Miranda's voice broke into a squeal as Luke's thrusts increased in speed once again. This time he grabbed her neck and growled, almost animalistically, "you're a cheating *whore*, you hear me? A cheating *fucking* whore, and you belong to me. You're *my* whore. *My* slut. do you understand?"

Miranda's legs were already beginning to shake, but she still managed to get out some words. "Y-yes master...I...I belong to you. I'm a cheating l-little slut and I d-deserve to be t-treated like th-this..."

"That's right...that's a good little girl..." Luke began thrusting harder and faster, and this time did not slow down. I watched as my girlfriend's moans grew higher and higher, as her breasts bounced and her pussy tightened, until it all finally broke into an orgasm. Her pelvis lifted off the bed and her mouth opened into a singular moan of pleasure that rang through my phone. It wasn't long afterwards when another used condom was deposited on my bed.

Sessions such as these continued for many more weeks - during this time Miranda stopped having sex with me, her libido being fully satisfied by Luke's cock, and instead began following a handjob-only policy. She would sit fully clothed by my side while rubbing my dick with two fingers and whispering humiliating things into my ear. I would always cum within a minute, and she would excuse herself to "wash that filthy slop off my hands." We still cuddled at night and kissed, and during these more intimate moments she would tell me she loved me and would never leave me, and that everything she did and said was to make me happy. Of course, she also spoke highly of Luke, describing how his cock genuinely felt amazing, and how she had felt more pleasure in these past weeks than she had in the first year of our dating. This certainly made me jealous, but such feelings were easily quelled when Miranda was cuddling and kissing me. I told myself that she would never leave me. I told myself that she would remain loyal.

It was in early November when Luke proposed something a little different. He sent a message to Miranda telling her that his company was hosting an event at a local bar late at night, and that he had been granted free entry for himself and a plus one. He asked if Miranda wanted to come with him, get some drinks, "and maybe have some fun later at my place." Miranda was excited about the prospect and immediately approached me for approval. She said it would be fun and exciting for both of us - that a more intimate, date-like setting would play into my cheating fantasies. I admit that a date sounded incredibly hot, but I was more concerned about her having sex in another man's home - part of the fantasy was my ability to watch it unfold live if I wished. So we eventually came up with a compromise - I purchased a second spycam and this time attached it to Miranda's purse, which she would bring with her. When inside Luke's home, she would place the purse in a location where I would have a good vantage point of them having sex, and then they would go at it. The plan was risky - mostly because it was illegal - but the bulge in my pants was undeniable, and I finally relented and gave Miranda the green light.

Miranda messaged Luke and told him that she would love to go, and the two of them immediately began making plans. The event hosted by Luke's company was open to the public but required tickets, and so it was agreed that I would purchase tickets and be allowed to sit in the corner and observe Miranda and Luke from afar. There was little risk of Luke recognizing me, since he had never actually seen me in person. The most he knew of me was a few old photos Miranda had shown him in their early days of texting. Just to make sure, I would wear a sweater with a hoodie to conceal my face. The idea was that I could watch from a distance while Miranda and Luke had their "date," and then when they left the bar to go to his place, I could return to my apartment, turn on my phone, and watch from the spycam. I told Miranda that she should return home to sleep, and she agreed.

On the day of the event, Miranda put on a dark blue tie-up blouse with a tight black skirt that ran down to her upper thighs, alongside blue lace lingerie and a pair of black office heels. The outfit greatly accentuated the shape of her ass, and the blouse showed a good deal of bare skin on the upper body, including the entirety of her navel. Combining this with the purse and her makeup, and she looked like a city-girl beauty. It was all I could do to stop myself from jacking off in the bathroom when I saw her, knowing that in only a few hours those clothes would be torn off, and she would be getting her brains fucked out in another man's home. Luke had volunteered to pick her up, and so it was agreed that I would leave for the bar ten minutes after them.

Having my own girlfriend kiss me on the cheek before leaving the apartment with the knowledge that she would be going on a date with another man felt utterly emasculating. I turned on a timer for ten minutes and paced the living room, my thoughts racing with a combination of angst and horniness. When the timer finally rang, I grabbed my car keys, stumbled into my minivan, and soon enough was pulling out of the apartment garage and driving towards the bar.

The bar itself was one of the high-end ones, located on the roof of the consulting company Luke worked for. I parked in an underground garage beneath the building, handed my ticket to a security guard standing at the front door, walked into the building, and took the elevator up. The bar itself was large and spacious, with tables set to the side, a main dance floor, and ceiling-high windows that offered a generous view of the city beneath. Dozens of men and women milled about, most of them dressed in business casual, holding cocktails and shot glasses. I quickly noticed Miranda sitting at the bar, chatting with Luke, who was dressed in a casual polo and slacks. She was smiling, sipping a red-colored drink from a cocktail glass. The two of them sat close together, and as I took a seat near the windows, I noticed that many other men in the bar were sneaking glances at my girlfriend.

In the beginning I noticed Miranda glancing towards me every now and then - but within a few hours she had focused all her attention on Luke, laughing and drinking alongside him. The two of them moved to another table across the room - still within my line of sight, but farther away - and it was here where I saw them kiss for the first time with my own eyes. Watching my girlfriend kiss another man through a camera was one thing - watching it in front of my eyes was another. I watched as Miranda wrapped one hand around Luke's neck and placed her other hand on his face, and as she shifted her body so she was practically sitting on his lap. They looked like a pair of lovers. The sight made my face go red with jealousy, and I found myself ordering the first drink of the night.

As the minutes dragged on, the music grew louder. Miranda and Luke had spent the last twenty minutes in a heated makeout session at their table, but now stood up to join the quickly-growing crowd of bargoers on the dance floor. I watched as the two of them danced together like a couple - they were close, very close. Miranda's breasts were practically glued to Luke's chest, and as the music continued, I saw Miranda beginning to grind her body against his. She was smiling and laughing, and swayed her hips for Luke in a way that could only be described as erotic. After about an hour of dancing the two of them retired back to another table, where they continued kissing and drinking. They then began talking, and before I knew it Luke stood up and walked towards the exit, followed quickly by Miranda. I noticed her glance at me and wink before leaving the bar.

My heart was pounding. I knew where they were going. The twenty minute drive back to my apartment was filled with angst and nervousness, and when I finally walked into my apartment and closed the door, I took out my phone, sat down behind my desk, and opened the spycam app.

The first thing I saw was my girlfriend kneeling on a large, queen-sized bed, giving Luke a blowjob while he sat on his back with his hands behind his head. Her blouse had been discarded on the floor and her breasts hung freely around Luke's cock. As she continued bobbing her head up and down, I saw strings of spit and precum dribbling down her chin and onto her knees.

Luke's bedroom appeared quite luxurious - a tall ceiling, bookshelves, a modern desk, and floor-to-ceiling windows on the opposite side of the room that offered a brilliant view of the skyline. It was obvious that Luke was an exceptionally wealthy man. Miranda's purse was set on some sort of table or shelf that was facing the bed. The spycam offered a comprehensive view of the entire room.

After a few more minutes Luke sat up. "That's enough," he said. Miranda looked up at him, as if surprised, before letting his cock slide out of her mouth. I noticed several strings of precum connecting her chin with Luke's crotch. "Did I displease you, master?" she asked innocently, while giving his cock one last lick. Luke smiled cruelly, before reaching into Miranda's skirt and pushing it up. I saw her eyes widen and heard an audible gasp as he shoved her panties aside and began rubbing her pussy.

"There is something I would like you to do for me tonight," said Luke.

Miranda nodded. Her voice hitched up as Luke's menstruations continued. "I'll do anything you want, master."

Luke smirked and stood up, dropping Miranda's skirt back down. He walked towards one side of the room and opened a wooden cabinet. I couldn't see what was inside, but heard Luke say, "I want you to put *that* one on."

"Yes, master."

Miranda took out what appeared to be a mass of dark-colored fabric and walked out of frame, while Luke waited on the bed. Within five minutes she had returned, and when I saw her, my eyes immediately widened. My girlfriend stood before Luke in the most perverted schoolgirl uniform I have ever seen, sporting a tiny blue miniskirt that barely covered half her ass and a white shirt with a cute blue tie. She had also done her hair into pigtails, and wore a pair of black lace leggings that ran up to her knees. She stopped in front of Luke, who now walked forward to inspect her.

I watched as Luke circled Miranda, gently fondling her breasts through her shirt, and slipping a finger up her skirt every now and then. He didn't say a word at first, but then suddenly turned and practically threw Miranda onto the bed. Before she could respond he had pinned her to the mattress by her neck. "You're such a little *slut*!" he growled, his voice taking on a primal tone. He climbed on top of Miranda, pushed up her skirt, and rammed his dick into my girlfriend. I heard Miranda cry out as her pussy was invaded, as Luke thrusted hard into that wet orifice. Miranda's cries, however, soon became moans of pleasure as she began to drip all over Luke's cock. "Your pussy is *gushing*," commented Luke, as he continued thrusting into Miranda at a faster pace than anything I have seen before, "you really get off to this? You enjoy being a little schoolgirl slut for your master?"

"Yes, master - oh, *fuck* - yes....fuck me harder, master!" Miranda's voice was unusually high-pitched, her pigtails bouncing back and forth with every thrust. "Punish your little slut!"

Luke chuckled, "So eager to be punished," he mused, as he slammed her pelvis into my girlfriend's ass. "Who knew you could be such a masochist..."

With one hand Luke reached over the side of the bed and produced a leather flogger - the same one he used on Miranda during their first BDSM session. Still fucking her, he pushed her skirt even farther up and began flogging her ass, causing Miranda to cry out with every strike. In response to the flogging she wiggled her ass up even higher, her moans growing in pitch and volume. "Fuck, oh, *fuck*! More, master!"

I watched as Luke struck her ass even harder, causing Miranda to squeal with pain. By now Luke was practically standing over her ass, pistoning his cock in a vertical motion down into her pussy. Miranda's cries grew ever louder, and Luke's flogging became harsher and more frequent. The *smack smack smack* sound of Luke's balls against my girlfriend's ass increased in speed until finally Miranda screamed her release into the room. Her arms gave way and her head collapsed into the mattress, her entire body heaving as she gasped for air. By then her ass was the color of a tomato with how much she had been flogged, and a small puddle of pussy juice had formed on the sheets beneath her pelvis. With surprising speed, Luke pulled out of Miranda, flipped her onto her back, and pushed her legs forward so they were nearly touching her shoulders. He mounted her and began thrusting again, this time using the flogger on her pussy, which only seemed to get Miranda off even more.

"That's right," grunted Luke, as he leaned forward and tore open the schoolgirl uniform, exposing Miranda's breasts. "You're a slutty little masochist, aren't you?"

Miranda, who seemed to be in a daze in the aftermath of her most recent orgasm, could hardly respond. "Y-yes, I am a...filthy...little masochist," she managed to get out.

Luke flogged Miranda's breasts before upping the speed of his thrusts. I watched this all unfold with wide eyes, trying my hardest to ignore the rock hard dick inside my pants. I watched as Miranda cried and screamed, as her breasts bounced up and down, as Luke's wet cock slid in and out of my girlfriend's pussy, and as the flogger cracked against her skin. To think that the woman I loved had dressed up in a schoolgirl uniform to help live out another man's perverted fantasies aroused me to no end, and it wasn't long before I was watching my girlfriend cum again to Luke's cock, her moan of pleasure muffled as Luke grabbed her discarded panties and forcefully shoved them into her mouth. As she rode out her orgasm, Luke continued thrusting into her, this time focusing on flogging her breasts. It wasn't long before Luke grunted and came deep inside my girlfriend, his pelvis shaking as he shot out his load.

For the next three hours I watched as Luke took Miranda rough and hard. While he had always taken the dominant role in previous encounters, it never got nearly as primal as what I witnessed now. He seemed *animalistic*, fucking Miranda mercilessly and seemingly without any care for her. I watched as Miranda was fucked with her back against the window, her tits bouncing up and down through the torn schoolgirl uniform. I watched as Luke forced her onto her side and had her lift one leg up, before spearing her horizontally and pounding her like that. I watched as he spit in her face and slapped her tits, and as she was flogged in every erogenous zone on her body. At some point Luke tore off her uniform and jammed a ballgag into her mouth, before bending her over a desk and fucking her from behind. The sound of skin slapping against skin, and the sight of my girlfriend's face, with her eyes glazed over and the ballgag dripping with drool, was enough to see me jacking off into a toilet bowl while I watched.

The night ended with an old-fashioned facefucking. Miranda sat on her back with her head against the headboard. With little hesitance, Luke forced his dick into her mouth and began thrusting fast. Putting his hands behind Miranda's head, he forced her to take his entire cock, this time not sparing any time to help her "adjust" to it. As my girlfriend gagged and spluttered on another man's cock, I noticed that her pussy was still remarkably wet - even through the camera it was shining with pussy juice. It was certainly a surprise to me, to think that even after cumming so many times, my girlfriend could still get horny just by having her throat fucked. Regardless, within fifteen minutes Luke announced that he was close to cumming. As his grunts grew louder, Miranda reached up with her hands and began fondling his balls, causing him to groan loudly and say, "*Fuck*, babe," before spilling his load. Half of it went into Miranda's mouth, and the other half was shot over her face and breasts. Luke collapsed onto the bed, breathing heavily. At this point Miranda's body was covered with sweat and cum. Small dribbles of semen flowed out from between her lips and dripped down onto her chest.

The two of them got off the bed and walked out of frame for a few minutes - when they returned ten minutes later, both were still naked but noticeably cleaner, having probably taken a shower together. Luke sat down in the middle of the bed, before Miranda followed suit and climbed on top of him, wrapping her legs over his and leaning in for a deep kiss. They continued making out for the next fifteen minutes, before Miranda said, "Listen, babe, I should probably head home. My boyfriend might get suspicious if I stay too long."

Luke sighed. "Oh, come on," he said. "You can sleep here for one night. Tell him you're staying at a friend's place."

"I...I don't really want to risk it-" said Miranda. "I rarely ever sleep outside my own apartment, so he might start getting ideas-"

"And then what?" asked Luke. "You're afraid he's going to break up with you? So what? To be honest I don't know why you're still dating him."

When I heard this my vision tunneled. I could feel my fists clenching, and the fear that so often gripped me when it came to my cuckold fetish now returned in full force - alongside a massive erection. I watched as Miranda fidgeted on the bed, before finally standing up and saying, "I'll ask him if he's okay with me staying overnight, but no promises."

"Alright, you do you..."

Miranda walked out of frame of the camera, and no more than thirty seconds later I received a text message: *are you watching the spycam*?

I replied, *yeah*.

*can i stay overnight? i kind of want to.*

My heart raced. In those moments I wished Miranda could've drawn the line for herself - that she could've upheld the rules that we had established beforehand - because I knew I couldn't. My mind was telling me, "don't do it," "don't let it happen," and "it's too risky," but the massive erection in my pants said otherwise. And in the end, I was too weak to control my urges. I found my fingers moving, typing out the fateful message.

*I trust you, it's your call*.

I received no response to this text, but needed none. It was no more than ten minutes later when I opened the spycam app to see her snuggled up in bed next to Luke. Miranda's head rested against his bare chest, while one of his hands freely fondled her tits. Miranda's eyes were closed and she appeared to be resting, but Luke's were open - he was gazing down at Miranda's naked body with a victorious smile on his face.