My Bull Story

[DehOne]

Yes, we all know Locanto is a minefield, full of scammers. But sometimes, sometimes an ad is genuine. I came across one such as ad couple of years ago.

An early forties Chinese married couple were looking for a hairy, manly guy to fuck the wife while the husband jerked himself off. Being a bit bored that day, I messaged them in the app to see how far this scam would go.

To my surprise, they seemed genuine. We exchanged physical descriptions and body photos over a period of a few days. They were not rushing as they wanted to be sure they found the right guy for the wife. She was looking for someone hairy and manly, older than her and with some muscle. Cock size was not a critical factor - 6 inches was good enough, as long as it was thick and hard.

They liked my body photos (no face shown) and I must say the wife’s photos ( again no face) were hot. She was quite petite, 1.55 and 48kg. A little pear-shaped with average tits but a fantastic ass. Her tummy was quite flat too, especially for a mother of 2. (Certainly flatter than mine!) The husband’s body, (not that I gave a shit about that!) was a very average looking, skinny fat with no real muscle tone. He was completely hairless - which is maybe why the wife wanted someone a lot different.

After some further messaging on Locanto, we shared Tele IDs and agreed to meet up for drinks in a quiet bar to see if the chemistry was right.

I’ll have to say meeting them for the first time was weird. Like a blind date - except I would be meeting a couple and, if things worked out, I would be fucking the wife. They were nervous about it too I think.

They were already drinking when I got there and the husband’s face was quite flushed. He was a very normal looking executive type (dressed like one too), glasses and clean shaven. (Actually I don’t think he had much need to shave.) he was a bout my height (1.7) but skinny - maybe 60kg at most.

His wife was eyeing me up and down. (Understandably enough). She was quite pretty and, with her light make up, looked younger than her age. Like her husband, she was in office attire with a green blouse and white pants that stretched very nicely across her hips. I couldn’t tell by her expression if she liked what she saw of me. (I was more casually dressed in polo shirt and jeans.) However as we chatted, I caught her staring at my arms a few times. I workout regularly so I have quite a bit of muscle on me.

The conversation was awkward and stilted at first, but as the drinks flowed, we loosened up and soon we are chatting away. Actually it was the husband and I chatting away. His wife said very little, her gaze just flicked back and forwards between us, a slight smile on her lips when one of us said something funny. I kept glancing over at her to show my interest but she didn’t really respond. So, maybe I wasn’t what she was looking for.

Her husband was not a good drinker. An hour into our meeting and he was starting to slur his words, his face heavily flushed.

His wife drank more slowly, sipping her wine. I was convinced that whatever kind of job she worked at, she was high up in her organization.

As time passed and the wine flowed, she grew prettier and prettier in my eyes. And when she excused herself to go to the ladies, her hand rested on my shoulder briefly as she squeezed past me. (Did I feel her fingers squeeze my deltoids slightly? It was very subtle if she did.)

I watched her hips swaying gently as she walked to the ladies. Yep. Her ass was amazing. And I could see the outline of a thong beneath her tight white pants.

A hand slapped my shoulder. Her husband. He grinned at me, bleary-eyed. “You like what you see?”

“You bet,” I said. No point denying it. After all, this is what we were here for, right?

“You know,” he said, his voice loud in my ear, “when she gets really turned on, she loves being fucked in the ass.”

“Wow. That’s cool. But you might want to lower the volume a bit.” I was sure the people at the table next to us had heard him.

“Oops,” he said, covering his mouth. He looked like he was having a hard time focusing.

And, sure enough, when his wife returned and he stood up to take a leak, he staggered for a few moments before he wove his way unsteadily to the toilet.

“What were you talking about while I was away?” She asked, one eyebrow slightly arched. She probably had a damn good idea.

“Oh, we just discussed some of the beautiful sights we have seen recently,” I said, deliberately allowing my eyes to wander over her small but perfect (after several glasses of wine) figure. I might have been mistaken, but it looked like her blouse had unbuttoned more than before and I could see a hint of cleavage.

She smiled back at me coolly. Her mouth might have been smiling but her eyes were still judging me. Then she looked up and saw her husband stumbling back, nearly tripping over. “I think Ronnie (not his real name) has had enough to drink. He has a meeting in the morning. Will you help me to get him outside while I book a Grab?”

“Sure,” I said. It looked like the night was over.

Ronnie looked like he was about to object at leaving so soon, but one glare from her shut him up.

Outside, I kept a steadying hand on Ronnie as his wife booked the Grab, careful not to show me the address. I would much rather have been putting a steadying hand on her of course but it didn’t look that was going to happen.

The car arrived and I helped Ronnie into the back seat. Actually it was more like I poured him. He really was drunk.

Before she got in next to him, she gave me a cool peck on the cheek, one of her hands touching my arm. Again I felt a slight squeeze - or maybe it was just my imagination.

“Um, would you like to meet again?” I said. She smiled that cool smile of hers and said, “we’ll see.”

That didn’t sound very good.

And, when I texted via Telgram the next day, my message went unanswered.

To be continued.

[secretlurker88]

looking forward to your update!

[StarIight]

Looking forward to next instalment

[DehOne]

Weeks went by without getting a response. I shrugged my shoulders. Maybe wasn’t what she was looking for. So be it. Life goes on.

I got distracted over the next couple of months by encounters with 2 women who reached out to me on WeChat. The first was a Filipina helper, 38 yrs old and , unusually, childless. I knew I was on to something hot when jokingly I sent her my topless photo and challenged her to return the favor and she immediately sent me a photo of herself fully naked!

Our chats got saucier and saucier as I told her vividly what I would like to do with her. And later that evening, she sent me a video of her masturbating in bed, pulling back the sheets to finger herself. Her stifled moan as she came was sexy as hell. I could see her anus twitching involuntarily as she came.

We agreed to meet up for coffee the next Sunday morning so we could decide if we wanted to go to the next stage. She warned me that her complexion was very bad and true enough she had a lot of acne on her face. But her face was actually quite pretty and she had a great smile. (And her body from what I could see of it was hot.) At the end of our coffee session we both wanted to proceed to the next stage.

Her employer was away the next week so I took a day off from work and booked a Day Use room for eight hours. The hotel I chose had a separate rear entrance so she didn’t have the hassle of checking in.

I have to say it was one of the best sex sessions I had enjoyed in a long time. She was willing and eager to try everything. We fucked on the bed, her bent over the desk, in the shower, me carrying her… one fucking session ended with CIM and swallowing. We even attempted anal but it was too painful for her. She loved to be licked and came twice that way. The third time she came by rubbing her clit against the head of dick as we kissed.

We continued our encounters for a few weeks but then she started to get a little weird. A combination of being clingy and then feeling guilty because she was cheating on her boyfriend back in the Philippines. In the end, although the sex was great, I found the relationship was becoming too complex and broke it off with her. Note: no money was ever exchanged other than me topping up her MRT card and buying her a pair of New Balance trainers.

During this time, an Indian housewife connected with me on WeChat. She made no secret of the fact that she was bored and unappreciated by her husband. He resented her for only giving birth to girls. (Note: it is actually the father who determines the sex of the babies).

Again I asked to meet her for coffee so we could check each other out. She warned me she was obese (her photo on WeChat was quite pretty though) and, yeah, she was fat. But I was curious. I had never been with an Indian woman and her tits were massive. I could tell that she liked the way I looked but nothing happened that day and I was still seeing the helper, so my cock was kept occupied.

Over the next two weeks we chatted and she started sending me more photos and a video of her dancing naked in her bedroom. Close ups of her pussy and anus. Her belly was big turn off, huge and covered in stretch marks but her tits were magnificent.

In the end curiosity overcame revulsion. I had never fucked an Indian before. And I was curious to see if I could get hard with someone so fat.

This time I booked a nice hotel in Orchard Road via Day Use. I checked in first. Had a quick shower and then went downstairs to the lobby to greet her. In a large and busy hotel like that, it was easy just to bring her up in the lift.

She was wearing a sari which came off very easily in the room. Her tits were indeed massive and heavy in my hands. She moaned as I kissed and sucked at them, rubbing my beard over her nipples. She was soaking wet when my questing hand reached her shaved pussy.

She begged me to fuck her raw. Her tubes were tied after she gave birth to the third daughter and she wanted to feel my hot cum inside her.

Soon I was buried balls deep in her, missionary, thrusting in and out. At her request we switched to doggy and I came a few minutes later thrusting against her huge ass.

We rested for a while. We had some snacks and then my cock rose again to her delight. Soon she was lying sideways on the bed while I was standing, her legs over my shoulders and I was thrusting away. I came once more and this time I got to see my cum leaking from her pussy, white against her brown skin.

That was a fun afternoon - and one more item on my bucket list ticked off - but it was not something I was eager to continue and, to be honest, I think she felt the same way. She was feeling guilty about fucking me and I had no inclination to be her therapist.

I resigned myself to a time of abstinence.

And then, a week after my Indian encounter, I received a message on Telegram from the cuckold couple.

To be continued.

[Confitduck]

Great share bro, please continue!

[funfox]

Interesting share and looking forward to your encounter with the cuckhold couple

[wantoplay]

nice write up, camping here for the next chapter

[DehOne]

“Hi again. This is Ronnie and Sylvia. Remember us? Sorry we took so long to get back to u.”

I didn’t respond to the message straight away. I was quite irritated and had mentally moved on.

A day later, they messaged me again. “Are you still interested?”

“What took you so long? I assumed you found somebody else Sylvia preferred.” I finally replied.

“No. No. Sylvia had to go out station on business. Do you want to get together?”

“For drinks again?”

“No. This time we go to hotel. Sylvia wants you. But we can only meet on weekdays - we’ve got family commitments at weekends.”

Honestly, I thought I was being played. 2 months had passed. But, I had leave I needed to clear and I was curious to see if they would go through with it. And I still had that vivid memory of the thong VPL on Sylvia’s magnificent ass.

We agreed on a time and date and again I used Day Use to book a nice hotel in Orchard (the same one I spent time in with the Indian housewife) for 6 hours.

(Here’s a tip, if you are prepared to pay a bit more than the crappy transit hotels, you can get a really nice room at surprisingly reasonable rates during the week days. And, best of all, those 5 star hotels usually have lots of people passing through the lobby so it’s perfectly doable to bring a guest up to your room without having to check them in.)

On the day, I checked in first. To my pleasant surprise, they gave me a free room upgrade. The room itself was spacious with a bathtub and separate shower. It had a king size bed, sofa and work desk. The room had a nice view of the hotel’s swimming pool - not that I had plans to look out it that day!

I had bought a couple of bottles of wine to relax us and arranged for extra towels. (Another tip - when booked via Day Use these hotels don’t usually provide bottles of water, so bring your own.)

I had a quick shower, changed into a t-shirt and shorts and popped down to the nearby 7/11 to get snacks. I figured that, if they stood me up, I could at least have a relaxing day binging Netflix.

I was just coming out from the shop, when I got an alert from Telegram. “We’re here in the lobby.”

Wow. This was happening!

I hurried into the hotel and saw them standing there in the middle of huge lobby, tourists and hotel staff passing around them. Sylvia was in a simple sleeveless black top and those tight white pants. Ronnie was wearing a polo shirt and shorts and carrying a small backpack.

They both looked a little nervous and I didn’t blame them. My heart was beating fast too. I greeted them and there was an awkward pause as we wondered what so do or say next. I mean I don’t know what the social conventions are for a situation like this, do you?

In the end it was Sylvia who broke the impasse. “Why don’t we go up to your room,” she said with a tiny smile. Ronnie and I laughed a bit nervously and I led them to the lifts. As we waited for the lift to arrive, I felt vet self-conscious and wondered if it was obvious to other people what we were planning to do.

Sylvia held Ronnie’s hand as we entered the lift. Other hotel guest stepped into the lift to and there was an uncomfortable silence as the lift ascended. We were the last passengers to emerge from the lift and as we walked down the quiet corridor towards my room, my heart began to beat faster and faster. We passed by a hotel cleaner and she smiled and nodded at us.

Shit. Did she suspect? I wondered. And then the more sensible part of me answered: it doesn’t matter. This a hotel. All sorts of things happen here and the staff don’t particularly care.

When we got the room the door unlocked with a soft whir and click.

“Um, ladies first,” I said gesturing Sylvia to step inside. She smiled and as she passed me, the scent of her perfume lingered in the air. My gaze was drawn again to her ass and yes! She was wearing the thong again! I could see its outline clear under her tight white pants.

Ronnie and I looked at each other for an awkward moment and then he shrugged and followed his wife inside.

I took a deep, steadying breath and followed them into the room, the door closing quietly behind me.

To be continued.

[oldmanmanman]

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[Rickey]

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[BushTracker]

Wonderful story and good writing. Please continue.

[DehOne]

Sylvia was looking around the room, hands clasped behind her back, as Ronnie put his backpack down.

She nodded approvingly. “Nice room.” Then she looked at me, eyes narrowed with suspicion. “No hidden cameras, right?”

“Of course not,” I said, quite indignant that she suspected me of doing something like that.

She came over and pecked me in the cheek. “I didn’t mean anything by it. I just want to be careful.” She squeezed my shoulder slightly as she spoke. Her perfume was intoxicating. “I’m going to freshen up in the bathroom. Why don’t you boys get ready - and maybe pour me some of that wine?”

As the bathroom door closed behind her, I looked to Ronnie. “What does she mean - get ready?”

He was already pulling his shirt over his head. “She means get naked of course,” he said looking surprised.

Shit. Of course. I mentally kicked myself. But to be honest I found it very strange to be removing my clothes along with another guy because I was about to face sex with his wife.

“Here.”‘I threw him a towel. I really wasn’t ready to see him naked just yet.

Turning my back, I pulled my own clothes off rapidly and wrapped a towel around my waist. Then I moved to the desk where I had already opened one of the wine bottles. (I had drunk a glass earlier to steady my nerves.)

“Um, want a drink?” I said. I had taken the glasses from the bathroom and rinsed them clean earlier. Along with a glass for me that left only one glass for Sylvia. Ronnie would have to make do with one of the coffee cups.

“Sure,” he said taking the cup from my hand and downing it in one long gulp. Okay. So he was nervous too. Or an alcoholic. Or both.

Either way, with his clothes off and just a towel wrapped around him, he looked skinny and weak. There was no muscle tone at all - this guy clearly hadn’t done any kind of sport in years.

“You gym a lot.” It was more a statement than a question.

“Yes,” I said. “About 4 days a week. I jog on other days.” Then I laughed. “I’m still fat though. I like my carbs and my beer and wine!”

“That’s fine,” he said, still staring at me. “Sylvia likes your body.”

Where the fuck was Sylvia? I was getting a bit uncomfortable with her husband eyeing me up. Of course if he tried anything I’d launch him out the window.

At that moment the bathroom door slid open and Sylvia emerged. All thoughts of tossing Ronnie out the window vanished as I what she was wearing.

All she had on was a translucent black nighty buttoned only at the neck, and ending just below her buttocks. It opened and closed, swaying in time with her footsteps as she walked towards us - towards me. She was naked underneath except for a black, lacy thong. I could see her sweet little breasts through the nighty, her nipples looked so juicy - ready to be sucked.

She smiled. “You like it?” And then she did a pirouette, the nighty swirling softly around her, and I gazed upon her gorgeous ass, the black thong perfectly dividing her buttocks.

My cock instantly rose, a tent pole beneath my towel.

“Yes,” was all I could say. My throat had seized up for a moment.

Behind her, I saw Ronnie going into the bathroom. I think he said something about taking a quick shower but I wasn’t paying any attention to him.

Sylvia grinned up at me, her eyes challenging me. She was standing close enough now that I could feel the heat of her body. She looked towards the desk next to me.

“Is that my drink?”

“Sorry - yes. Here you go.” As I passed her the glass of wine, I noticed that her hand was trembling slightly.

Interesting. Perhaps she wasn’t quite as confident as she was pretending to be. In a funny way, her nervousness helped me to relax more.

She took a deep sip. Paused. And then another. The glass was almost empty already.

“Mmm. This is good. What is it?”

“Amarone” I said. “Italian. I like full bodied wines.”

She nodded and finished the glass. “You have good taste.”

Taking the glass from her, I grinned, openly letting my eyes wander all over her. “Yes. I think I do! Another?”

“Yes please.” Now she was blushing. What happed to the power executive woman I wondered.

I passed her back her glass and this time touched glasses before we both drank.

“Cheers to an interesting afternoon,” I said and she smiled and blushed even harder.

She moved to window brushing past me and as she did, she ran one hand across my chest. I wanted to reach out and grab her but it was not the right time just yet.

I had closed the curtains earlier for privacy and she parted them slightly to peer out at the pool and the crazy tourists sunbathing under a blazing hot sky.

The room was cool, the air conditioning humming quietly in the background.

“Nice view,” she said, her back to me. She was bending over slightly to peer out and her ass was glorious.

“Yes,” I said hoarsely. I swallowed some more wine. “But I prefer the view in here.”

She laughed nervously and turned to me.

“You like my ass?”

“It’s the best I’ve ever seen,” I said. And I wasn’t exaggerating.

Her smile grew smaller. “I bet you Ronnie told you I like being fucked in the ass, right?”

“Er yes. He did, um, mention that.”

“Well that’s not true. I’ve never been fucked in the ass. That’s what he’s always wanted to do to me. So if you’re hoping that…”

Shit. I had really thought she was up for anal.

“No, no,” I said hurriedly. “This is your day so we’ll only do what you want.”

She nodded but her eyes looked troubled. “To be honest,” she said, “this is all Ronnie’s idea - not mine.”

“Listen,” I said. “If you don’t want to go ahead with this, it’s perfectly okay. We can just drink and chat. Nothing more.”

Fuck. What made me say that?

To be continued.

[CoolBlack]

Great story!!! Don't pause for too long though!

[oxeso]

Mai bull la, deh.. Jk..
Can someone pass the ketchup?

[DehOne]

Sylvia smiled gratefully. “But you came all prepared…” she nodded towards the pack of condoms on the bedside table. I had already opened one up, ready to roll on. (Less fiddling and fucking about at the critical moment.)

I grinned ruefully. “Yep. That’s me. I try to think everything through.”

“I like that,” she said, coming over to sit on the bed.”

Something had changed. The air of sexual tension had vanished as suddenly as a popped balloon.

Shit.

I sat on the sofa opposite her, hoping my disappointment wasn’t showing.

“So this was all Ronnie’s idea,” I said.

“Yes. We haven’t had proper sex in years. I suppose this was his idea to liven things up.”

And then she told me a little of their background, carefully omitting details that might reveal their private lives.

They had met during a church camp when they were teenagers. Their parents attended the same church so everybody around them was delighted when they started dating.

Ronnie was her first and only boyfriend and she was his. They studied hard and did well in school and in Uni. They stayed through to their faith and remained virgins up until the time they married in their late twenties.

Sex was pretty vanilla. (Their church consider even oral sex to be sodomy.) And anyway they were both focused on their careers.

(She didn’t tell me directly but I was able to infer that Ronnie was indeed the civil servant I had thought him to be, and she was pretty high up in banking. I’ve found that people’s careers can often mark them in ways that they are completely unaware of.)

They worked long hours and their sex life was affected. It declined from a few times a week to every Saturday to once a month. Looking at her in that nighty, the tight little body underneath, I just thought, “what a fucking waste. Sylvia’s so hot now, she must have been amazing ten years ago.”

Sylvia looked at me with a glint in her eyes. She knew exactly what I was thinking. “I’ve worked really hard over the last few years to get fit,” she said, running her hands over breasts and tummy and down to her thighs, which were slightly spread. “My body looks better now than before.”

I saw enough bare flesh between her thighs and thong to know she had shaved. I swallowed and raised my eyes to hers. She continued as if nothing had happened.

Eventually, when she was 30, the first kid, a boy, arrived, followed 2 years later by the second, a girl. Their sex life disappeared under a deluge of childcare, career growth and just life in general. She rose up the ranks rapidly, but that required long working hours. Ronnie’s career was less demanding in terms of time but was intensely political.

On the surface that had everything. A nice home. Cute kids. Booming careers. But underneath it all, there was no spark in n their marriage.

When they did have sex, Ronnie wouldn’t last long and couldn’t cum inside her. He always finished off by wanking. Sylvia had read about orgasms but she had never really experienced one herself as far as she knew. The rhythms of sex were pleasurable enough but there was never any climax like she read about in books and magazines.

It was only in the last year or so, when the kids were less dependent on them that they found more time to fuck. But, if anything, it was less pleasurable than before. More a routine duty than a passionate encounter. Ronnie appeared to lose interest in her. Frustrated, she resorted to masturbation even though her church taught her it was a sin. So the guilt she felt whenever she fingered herself reduced any pleasure in the act.

Desperate, although she knew it was wrong, she started busting porn sites and to see what she was missing. She preferred the amateur videos because they were more realistic. She was always careful to close a quit her browser afterwards but one evening she forgot. And then everything changed.

The kids were in bed and the maid was in her room. Ronnie was checking something on her iPad and happened to come across the porn site she had just visited and forgotten to close. It featured a muscular hairy man fucking a small Asian woman.

Clutching the iPad, he walked into the bedroom where Sylvia had just come out of the shower.

“Is this what you’ve watching behind my back?”

Sylvia saw the image frozen in the screen and her heart sank. No point denying it. “Yes. “

“Is this what you like?” Ronnie’s expression was hard to read.

“Yes,” she said looking him in the eye.

He nodded. “I don’t blame you. He’s really giving her a good fucking.”

Sylvia was shocked. Ronnie never cursed. But there was something else in his eyes. Something she hadn’t seen for very long time. Lust.

He shut the bedroom door and pulled her to the bed. Alas, it didn’t last long but at least he came inside her.

Afterwards he looks thoughtful. “Would you like to try it?”

Sylvia turned to him. The scene she had been watching showed the muscular man carrying the woman as he fucked her, sliding her up and down his cock with the strength of his arms. Sylvia looked at Ronnie’s skinny arms. “Are you sure you’re able to carry me like that?”

He shook his head. His expression was strange. “No. I mean would you like to try fucking a muscular, masculine guy?”

Sylvia was shocked. Was he testing her? Testing her faithfulness? Shock turned to anger. Who was he to test her? This was all his fault!

“And what if I said yes?” She said, daring him to respond.

“I’ll see if I can arrange it. But I want to watch.” He smiled and to her surprise his cock was hard again. He rolled over on top of her and slid in, her pussy still wet and slippery from his earlier cum. He lasted longer this time.

To be continued.