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Rocco, a Bulls Life
Chapter 2 True Piggies
by roccodadom44
roccodadom6969@yahoo.com
Hittting the internet, I got busy on ALT.com trying to find a sub couple to sate my desires, but it was getting old. I didnt want to chat with the posers, or swap pics, I wanted to humiliate a couple, trash them, turn them into a couple of piggies. Edge play, thats what I wanted, to really hurt a wimp in front of his arroused wife. Sorry guys, but fucking your old lady, while you take video, was not going to do it. I do have some self control, as fired up as I was, I would rather read a book, than settle for less than I needed now. Usually, I only check couples in my general area of Boston, but it wasnt happening. So, I checked Rhode Island, just to whack to new ads, I found a winner, possible winner. They had a pic of them with the ad, it was great. She, Rebecca, was chubby, maybe thirty pounds overweight, big blonde hair, way to much makeup, huge flopping funbags, spilling out of her transparent blouse, a black leather mini, that you knew, if she so much as thought of bending, her fat ass and cunt were going to be winking at you. The stockings were struggling to keep her fat legs encased, like a badly stuffed sauage, her heels were at least four inches, thrusting her fat ass, and sloppy tits out, obscenely. She appeared to be comfortable with her fat belly, as it was rolling over her mini. See thats the thing, I dont mind fatties, as long as they didnt mind themselves. Nothing worse than dealing with a pig whos uptight about being naked and used.
He, Larry, actually got more of a rise from me, on his knees, collared and leashed, naked. He was staring up into the eyes of his wife, who was holding his leash. His penis was tiny, his body gross, to my joy, I saw old scars and obvious whip marks, this guy was big time submissive, that was a great starting point. If a guy was truly a sub cuckold, not a role player, his whole life was this, then I could really push him, test him, that is the joy of any good Bull, Hotwife, wimp dynamic, the three of us combining for a unique heavy session. You either got that, embraced it or you fucked each other, which is called swinging. I was hoping that this was about getting dangerous, crossing the line, repeatedly. Jesus, I am building this glowing rage, thats the cool thing, I am not playing, I am turning dom, I am completely focused and alert, like a predator stalking prey. Fuck ya, these two looked ready for some real shit. Firing off an email, with a picture of me naked, I wanted this couple badly, I told them my history and emphasised I dug nasty. I didnt want to just hose the piggy cunt, I wanted my pound of flesh from hubby. It worked, within three hours, they replied. Wanting this a lot, I even booked a room at the Biltmore in Providence, so they couldnt use the to far to travel excuse.
The room had a king bed, perfect,and a jacuzzi, can you say piss games. Making my way down to the hotel bar, I wondered if the walls of the rooms werre solid, a good dom session tended to get loud. Love the Biltmore bar, classy, dark wood, lots of secluded booths, perfect for a little private introductions. White pressed button down shirt, tight, dark slacks that showed my package off nicely, just a hint of Aramis, I was sipping a gin and tonic, waiting, just waiting for something deep and dark, to happy me up. With visions of all kinds of mayhem twirling in my head, I tried to stay cool, it never looked good for a Bull to seem needy, couples wanted me to be in charge, experienced, ready to lead. Watching the guys at the bar trying way to hard to be cool, the ladies being way to coy, I needed something hard, someone needed to get owned. Vanilla was not working out, give me kink, the kinkier the better.
Well they looked the part perfectly, Wow, this could be real, real quick. They were over the top obvious, fucking aye. She was taller than him by several inches, her hair was big, fuck everything about her was big. The black transparent blouse, actually rolled with her giant swinging udders, as she walked towards me, remembering to keep a cool look, as I ogle the fuck pig ambling my way. Her legs looked like they would explode her stockings at any time, her heels were at least four inches, thrusting her tits, which were fucking amazing, she had to be a DD, easy. The way too tight red vinyl mini was one inch below her cunt, I kid you not. Even in the darkened bar, I could see the heavy makeup, slut red lipstick, she was chewing gum, I shit you not. Visions of smearing her face with my spit, piss, and cum, got my cock stirring, this pig screamed abuse me, I am just the guy for that deal. Shes wearing a hot wife ankle bracelet, along with her wedding ring, a perfect match.
Larry looked a lot like Mcfly from Back To The Future, I shit you not. A walking cartoon was what he was, I got it, she dressed him like a dolt to humiliate him, this was good. He was only in his early twenties, but he was bald, ugly bald, with the worlds silliest comb over, his glasses were comically thick, yes, black frames. Body best described as pear shaped, almost like a middle aged woman, thats sad, this fucker had never even considered taking care of himself. He had quite a set of fat titties jiggling obscenely inside the white blouse, which appeared to be a womans.His pants were red and white, and skin tight, and you just know he had no bulge, more like a dent. The fucker had on the dog collar, my cock was now wide awake, it knew this was real close to being a perfect storm. His face was ugly, nose was huge, his nostrils were like two open manholes. He had fucking acne, the chump, who has acne anymore.
As I stood to greet them, Rebecca gave me a nice wet tongue kiss, her huge funbags almost knocked me down, she was every guys dream fuck pig, she wanted it as much as me, her eyes screamed it. "Its a pleasure to meet you Rocco, Im so excited to be here with you, wow, your awesome," giggled the pig. She was flattering me to beat the band, I accepted her compliments with my usual good grace, right, I slid my left hand under her blouse and twisted her left nipple, hard. She didnt scream, she mewled, she was real, thats always a relief.
Ordering her to sit in the booth, I turned my sights on wimpy, who the whole time had been sulking in the back ground, as I looked him over, my ire rose at his deplorable condition, no man should ever look like him. "Get in the other side, asshole," I snarled at him, he actually swayed back, as if I struck him. What a fag, this was going to be epic, Larry was going to get a beating. So, as I sat next to Rebecca, I faced Larry, I just started laughing, his wife joined me, he was so fucking ugly. I know it wasnt mannerly, but I had to ask her, "What the fuck were you thinking, marrying this troll?"
The answer floored me, "I hate housework and I love to run around, so I married this freak so I could have it all, he does all the chores, hands over his pay check, keeps his stupid piehole shut, I live like a queen, a slut queen." God damn, she was the sexiest fat cunt in the world, I wanted to hump her right there. But my dom side took over, much better to make this cow work for her orgasms, she would get nasty, I had no doubt. "Yeah, but is little Larry trained?" I had to ask, "Oh he is a bit slow, but I am determined to make him a complete slave, do you have any ideas?" "Is he toilet trained?" "He swallows piss with no problem, but we are having problems with number two." Larry was sitting there, mouth open like a retard, while we calmly discussed his abuse. I sold her on medicating Larry, lots of antibiotics, antinaussea, to help his body adapt to being a shit eater, I explained the health risks, she got serious, "I need to tell you something, but first, excuse me," she ordered wimpy to go to the mens room and stay there for ten minutes. The fucker scampered, I think he didnt want to hear what Rebecca was about to tell me.
Long story, short, they both had a heavy desire to live in the world of edge play, this is bdsm scene lingo for serious shit, burning, cutting, and such. Their kink was Larry getting physically ill from his wifes abuse. She wanted to make him consume enough urine to destroy his kidneys, enough shit to harm his liver, go figure, but that was her kick, and Larry had agreed to all her demands. When I asked her the outcome she sought, she had an almost angelic look on her face, like she knew she was doing good. "Larry is so pitiful and weak, I would be doing him a favor. but no, as of now, just knowing me and my lovers piss and shit fucked him up, gets me off. Making him get sick enough to need a kidney or liver transplant is so hot to me."
"You have no idea how miserable he is," she went on, "he cant fuck, his dick really is to small to enter me or any woman, no one likes him, his family hates him, he tried suicide several times before I met him, but enough about him, lets kiss," How can I refuse that offer, and she kissed sloppily, that was perfect, lot of spit was swapped. My hands were on her tits, without my brain involved at all, it was reflex, those fuckers were just meant to be mauled, and not gently. The first feel of a new clam is always nice, hers was hairy, fat, and wet, with plenty of hanging lips to yank and twist. A finger taste proved musky and potent, she was ready to go off on my finger, but she needed to degrade herself before she got my cock.
Finally the barmaid found us in the secluded back booth, took our drink order, we neglecting to order for Larry, but he would be drinking what we drank, shortly. Sure enough here came the sad sack, walking like an old man, Jesus, I fought the urge to attack him, I was so appalled by his wimpy demeaner. He didnt walk, he shuffled, he was that guy that everyone instantly disliked. Even though Rebecca was sloppy white trash, my respect for her was high. She took the easy way, found an ugly wimp hubby to treat her like a Goddess, she was living every trailer park piggys dream. She didnt work, barely watched their kids, and partied nightly, he worked two jobs, did all the household shit, put up with her dragging guys home to fuck on a regular basis. Again I looked into, or rather tried, wimpys eyes, but he was one of those snivelers who couldnt look anyone straight on. What a tool, usually I liked a challenge, but this was going to be quick and violent, I wanted to hurt Larry bad and fuck Rebecca good.
While Rebecca and I chatted and nursed our drinks we ignord Larry, who seemed to be unable to sit still, he was all twitches and shakes, like he knew someone was going to clock him at any time. He was damaged goods, I appreciated Rebeccas willingness to keep going, I reminded her that if we went upstairs I would have my way with both and that Larry would be hurt. No words at first, just her meaty tongue twirling past my lips, her fat hand squeezing my crotch, sometimes thats all thats needed. When she whispered in my ear,"I dream about you coming into my life and taking us to another level," her breath was hot, her voice lush, she was there, it was up to me, time to be a dom.
Giving Larry a room key, I ordered him to go to the room, strip, and wait on his knees by the bed. When he hesitated and glanced at Rebecca, with lightening quickness, I grabbed his shirt, yanked him to within inches of my face and in a stern tone said, " Larry, Larry, do not piss me off, I am in charge of you and piggy here, you do as I say and I will hurt you some, piss me off, I will fuck you up, I will take Rebecca away from you." I know the game, Larry cried real tears as he pleaded, Rebecca moaned with lust at my verbal beating of her coward. After letting Larry beg me to fuck his wife, I dismissed him, turned my undivided attention to Rebecca, goddess of the trailer parks.
Jesus, what a beast, sloppy was the word, but every guy would love to plow her regularly, just not be seen in public with her. She wasnt smart at all, giggled for no apparant reason, tended to belch, I think I was in love. Sitting there in that secluded booth using my hand to grab fistfuls of stomach fat, twisting it cruely, while frenching the pig, was quite relaxing. Breaking the spitswapping, she spread her fat thighs and as I looked at her cunt, she peeled back the fat, wow, she proudly showed me her one inch clit. "When Larrys cock is all shrunk up, my clit really is bigger," Rebecca sighed, with a look of sexual lust. That picture was fucking priceless, I knew I needed to see that, get a pic of it, no one would believe that shit. Her clit really did look like a little weiner. Well, anyhow, her cunt was fuck worthy, Rebecca needed to get drilled, so we started for the room, my hand resting on her rolling, shiny ass, as we walked through the busy lobby, drawing stares, leers, and sneers, but what the fuck, I was gonna have more fun tonight than any of these fuckers.
Using the time in the elevator to further investigate the size of the piggys fun bags, I realized her tits were fucking heavy and firm. There was saggage, but with the size of these orbs, there had to be, gravity always wins. Her nipples were seemingly sensitive, as I touched them lightly, she shivered and purred, and her areole were dark three inch circles. The fat belly got me, I worked her rolls with my fingers, she giggling, the smell of wet cunt was wafting about the tiny lift. As we walked to the room, several teenage guys were heading to the elevator, I whispered for Rebecca to show her shit, She knew how to slut, as she bared her tits, gave the boys a milking demostration, that the lads appreciated. Off to the room, she giggling and panting, me whistling and smiling.
Dummy was on his knees next to the bed, his little willy was throbbing patheticly. What a fool, he had no idea that I really dug breaking wimps in front of their excited wives, I wasnt going to role play with him, I was going to own him. I admit my voice could be loud, when I barked at shit head to get up and face me, he peed down his leg, Rebecca was cackling, I realised this fucker was born to be trashed. The deal was simple, he had to fight me to keep his woman, winner takes all, he started begging, whining, pleading, to me, I laughed, and to Rebecca,she clucked like a ckicken back at him. As he shakingly faced me, hands up, but like wet noodles, I deked a left, dropped him with a straight right, flush to the jaw, the fucker was out cold, Rebecca, was cooing at my violence towards her fag hubby.
She was the piggiest of the pigs, I adored fucking her, slipping from cunt to ass to mouth was no problem, Rebecca wanted my roughness, needed it, like her hubby needed our abuse, I needed to get into this couples life deepy, fuck them up, move on, this caused me to have a great, fullfilling cum, up the slags fat, shaking ass. She willinging sat on her hubbys groggy face, but the look in his eyes when he realised his wife was sitting, naked on his face was priceless. She giggled as I ordered her to feed wimpy my ass creampie, as he gagged on my juice and her shit, We laughed at him and I told My new lover to consider Larry as a maid, not a hubby, she came, he cried, I sighed with contentment.
We took turns beating the wimp silly, his ass was red and bloody when we were done, he just sobbed and rolled up into a ball on the floor, like a beaten dog. The feeling of my thick leather belt smashing his bruised ass, the sound of leather slapping skin, sent shivers through me, I adore that power, to beat someone senselss, poor Larry was babbling in tongues as we continued the allout ass whooping, like it was a contest between me and the Mrs. Amazingly Rebecca wanted to fuck with him somemore, she was getting off on my abusing him, who am I to disappoint. I dragged the coward by the hair into the spacious bathroom, roughly stuck him in the tub. While I first pissed on him, then squatted over his face, and released a large load of turds onto the fags face and chest, Rebecca egged me on and taunted the loser, silly. We left him in the tub, shitted and pissed on, we had a nice slow fuck in the jacuzzi, and I told Rebecca that we should have more of these sessions, something she agreed on, we both knew that Larry was in for a painful, humiliating, destructive future, this made us both happy. I left after giving her my email and we would set up a date at my house for a more intense working over of her loser, Larry the silly troll.
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