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 To me even the name sounds electric.  Obviously it now conjures up visions
in my mind but before that I still liked the sound and the sexual threat it
engendered.  I'd read about it sometime before I experienced it however I
had always been turned on by the thought of someone being sexually dominant
over me ever since I'd witnessed a friend of mine taken forcefully against
a wall outside a nightclub when I was nineteen.

   So why?  A question my husband asked me a thousand times after it began.
All I can say is I like the fact that I'm being used rather than having an
equal relationship.  With my husband we made love, being taken like that,
like my friend was it was raw sex, for the pleasure of the male and if she
enjoyed it that was a bonus for her but not his primary objective.

   Which brings me to the second aspect of this; The primary objective for
the guy having sex with my friend was sexual gratification, his and his
alone with a secondary objective, sometimes unconscious for the male to
breed.  Using a woman and empting his seed into her is what it is really
all about and that is where it differs from my husband who makes love to
me, with me.

   So what is so electric about the term bull?  Well for me it vocalises
that bestial desire for the dominant male to take, by force, a female, for
pleasure and to breed.  A bull should be strong aggressive, uncompromising
and above all the alpha male.  His potency should be there to see his
arrogance manifest in the way he expects his females to yield to him
whenever he pleases.

   So when did it officially start for me?  That was five years after I
married Garry, a Wednesday and the day I finally gave in to Jason.  He was
one of my husband's van drivers, a man who had been after me for the past
three months.  My husband owns a very small firm that produces items that
require distribution (I'm not going to say anything else because this is a
true story and some people might recognise it) and he employs four drivers
to deliver the goods around the region.  There are two others who work with
him keeping the machinery operating.  The drivers also help with other bits
and pieces but mainly they deliver.

   Anyway the driver I've called Jason was helping box up stuff when I came
to help my husband with some admin.  I work at another company (we both
agreed me working with him full time wouldn't work) but help out when I can
and usually did the books on my free Wednesday, only when I arrived my
husband had gone out and the work wasn't ready.  That's when I met Jason,
I'd seen him only a couple of times before but now since he was waiting for
my husband to return as well and we were on our own so we sat drinking
coffee chatting.

   Now I will be honest here, Jason was everything a bull should be, six
four, strong, black and rather intimidating especially as I knew he'd been
inside for actual bodily harm, although as my husband said it was not
really his fault but he was provoked and being black got a bum deal in
court.  Anyway he was now out and working for us.

   So we chatted and after around ten minutes he began hitting on me.  He
isn't actually a very nice guy and had rather hoodwinked my husband since
he deserved to be in prison so he didn't care that he was getting highly
suggestive with the bosses wife, especially as they job was low pay and he
was just killing time until something better came along.

   Anyway had it been any other woman he would have been given his notice
within the hour but I had had this sexual fantasy for the past six years
and it had taken a life of its own on occasion when I'd had private fantasy
sessions (masturbation in private that is) about men like him.  So he grew
bolder until finally Garry returned and Jason got what he needed from him
and left.

   After that Jason was almost always around when I came to help, and since
Wednesdays were the day Garry usually went to some of his suppliers to pick
up materials for the workshop it left me alone and therefore subject to
Jason's increasingly suggestive banter.  Now there were people in the
workshop and other drivers often turned up so I wasn't alone with him for
long.

   Over the weeks the conversations grew from how nice I looked to how sexy
I was and how I should wear short skirts, go braless or dress for sex.  The
subject got more and more to the point until the week before that Wednesday
he asked me if I'd ever gone black.  I said no and he said he could tell I
was curious the way I looked at him and maybe when the time was right he'd
`treat me' to a little black sexing!

   I did tell him off for that but it was weeks too late and I didn't even
leave the room so the comment still hung in the air when one of the other
drivers breezed in.  Anyway forward to the next Wednesday and three things
happened; firstly there was little for me to do so Garry told me I could
have the day off, secondly he was going to a new supplier that day so was
going north and staying over and thirdly he actually asked Jason, who had
nothing else to do that day, to drop round to our house to help me move
half a dozen sacks of topsoil from outside our house.

   It was a green light for Jason who pitched up at our house and when I
opened the door he came in and announced he was going to spend the rest of
the day with me.  I told him in his dreams but he kissed me and even though
I struggled a little we were soon kissing properly.  I told him I couldn't
do this but he then told me I wasn't up to me and that was that.

   I'd wanted this for weeks if I was honest as the fantasies I had now
concerned this man taking me forcefully and repeatedly ,so now it was
happening I was just `living the `dream' so to speak.  I let him play with
me as I stood still by the front door them when we went to the bedroom I
let him push me to my knees and waited as he pulled out his manhood.  He
was huge.

   I sucked his cock on demand struggling with its size before he told me
he was going to `claim me' and pushed me to the bed.  Thankfully that first
time when I begged him to allow me find some lubricant (he would have
ripped me apart if not) he let me and I grabbed the only thing to hand some
suntan oil, it actually stung a bit but it made a huge difference.

   I can only say this: He did claim me, totally and for good that day.  I
climaxed immediately then once he began to talk crudely to me I came again
and again.  I loved his dominance, his certainty that I'd be his to fuck
from then on and the fact that he was just so alpha male.  I'd always had
one or two climaxes when I made love but this was different; the orgasms
were much, much stronger and sustained due in part to his monster manhood
but also I felt used, which I loved.

   His cock was massive and rock hard and I felt lovely and stretched as he
widened me every thrust.  He took me on all fours when he finally came in
me and that feeling as he pumped his sperm into me drove me to another
climax.  Of course there was little relief because he went to the toilet
then came back and we had sex for another hour and a half.  He then left
but he came back and stayed that night.

   Garry phoned around eleven to chat and Jason answered telling him he was
keeping me company as I was lonely.  Garry's no fool and was more than
suspicious with good reason as I was impaled by his cock at the time and
when he handed the phone over Garry asked what he was still doing at our
house so I told him it was just drinks and a chat.  Now as I've said Jason
isn't the chatting type and Garry knew that so knew what was happening but
being two hundred miles away was helpless to do anything about it except
tell me that I needed to be very careful.  All I could say was I'll try; my
way of telling him it was too late.

   Jason took me twice the next morning this time getting me to talk back
telling him what a slut I was , how I would fuck him when he wanted and
that my pussy was his.  I came many times and when he left me and I'd
showered I still glowed.  It was strange but I felt no guilt as I drove to
work.

   Garry came home around six and sat me down and told me he knew what had
happened he just needed to know why.  I suppose I might have pretended but
I didn't and admitted I'd always desired a dominant mate in my life and
Jason was it!  Now again Garry could have and should have sacked him but he
just looked at me and asked if would see the man again.  I replied if he
wanted me he could have me.  I added it wasn't love or anything close just
raw and wonderful sex.

   After that he went quiet then asked was it over between us and told him
no but I need this type of relationship and he, Garry wasn't the one to
give it to me so if he would let Jason do it then maybe things would be ok.
Garry spent the next few days thinking things over and to his credit he
didn't sack Jason but kept him out of the office.  Eventually Jason forced
the situation by turning up Sunday afternoon and talking to the both of us:
he told Garry he wanted to continue to work for him but that he was now my
bull (I'd mentioned that term to him after sex on the Thursday morning and
he'd liked it) so as far as he, Jason was concerned I was his.  Garry was
angry but Jason explained that I needed to be used by him and it was
pointless pretending otherwise.

   Jason then told Garry he was not going to let anyone at work know that
his wife was now his personal sex slave but obviously he, Garry had to be
certain that he also behaved himself.  Garry was confused by this until
Jason told him he couldn't interfere no matter what I did for him (Jason)
and that tonight he was going to show him how I wanted to be treated.

   He then kissed me which after a second or two I returned then it became
a very aggressive sex session; I was taken in different positions and
called all sorts of names and even begged him to empty his balls in me.  He
then told Garry he wasn't to have sex with me anymore because I was no
longer his lover.

   After that day I was Jason's.  He got me to dress for him, for sex in
tiny skirts and gossamer thin tops; I went to Garry's workshop the next
Wednesday in hold ups, heels and a tight t-shirt that was pulled down to
look like a dress (I put a belt around it) but my red lace knickers were
exposed as soon as I walked.  I did wear a coat to work but had to remain
behind the desk whenever other came to the office although Jason not only
had sex with me he made me drive around with him so that people could look
in and see my sex attire.  That got me so hot when he insisted I get out
and let him use me in an alley I was so keen I didn't care that half a
dozen people saw us.

   Before long I was dressing like a tramp all the time as he wanted and
loved spontaneous sex.  Three months on he took me to a club dressed in a
tight dress and heel and a thong and after an hour introduced me to two
guys who I knew instantly were going to have sex with me.  That night I had
all three of them and they all came in my sex; I was now completely his. 
Garry only ever got a wrist job and was not allowed to touch me back.

   My bull used me on demand and shared me when he wanted, I loved the
utter humiliation of stranger sex and sitting then next week with Garry
when Jason introduced me to a man who took me in front of my husband
without even acknowledging he was there.  By then the whole office knew
what was happening and Jason became more open about it which upset Garry
but I let it happen.  They saw me arrive to work dressed to kill then go
off with Jason only to come back later looking well fucked, which I was of
course.

   Eventually five months in Jason sat Garry and me down then told us he
was going to breed me.  I told him I didn't want to but he just shrugged
and told me it wasn't my choice it was his.  Now this sounds awful but it
turned me on so much after we went to bed he got me to tell him he could
and I even got up and stood by the spare room door to tell my husband I
would let Jason give me his baby.  It's strange because, if anything should
have made Garry throw me out, that was it, but he loved me so much he just
asked me what would happen after.  I still love you, I told him and would
still be his wife.

   Those of you who haven't lived the lifestyle will not understand what
this meant and indeed I didn't until he explained to us what would happen:
I was on the pill so needed a few weeks for it to completely clear my
system.  Then we would plan the optimum days for sex and those nights Garry
would prepare me for bull breeding.  He would then film us together as we
made a baby.  The event would be repeated two nights later and two nights
after that.

   Now not having sex for three weeks was hard but it only served to make
me more excited.  What was worse was the fact I knew my bull was with
another woman, he even brought her to meet me one Wednesday; she was quite
pretty and I was so jealous especially when he whispered that she was also
married and he was expecting to breed her as well.  I had no idea if that
was true but it got me both hot and upset in equal measure.

   Eventually the evening arrived.  Garry was resigned to it so did as he
was asked.  He helped bathe me then rubbed dry before for the first time in
six months he gave me oral sex so I was lubricated.  He then dressed me in
white cotton stockings held up by a garter belt, heels, a white dress that
came down to my knees but the front was open so the split showed my bare
and shaved crotch, had two buttons at the waist and then cupped my breasts
before being tied behind my neck.  I had a new hairstyle which was a
near-white bob and I had a white chocker that had `breeding slut' printed
on it.

   When Jason arrived Garry led us to the bedroom then filmed us kissing
before I turned to the camera and pronounced that my husband was filming me
and I was about to be black bred by my bull.  The sex was unbelievably
fantastic that night: Jason sude his cock slowly at first as he built me up
to the first orgasm then he ate me before taking me on all fours (my
favourite position) and when Jason came in me I hit a monumental orgasm
then told him I wanted to be bred all the time as it felt so good!

   Jason came in me three times that night and indeed every time he bred me
which instead of three nights ended up being for the whole month.  Garry
was still doing his ritual things although I dressed differently and on
occasion Jason sat waiting.  Garry had to be present so Jason got him to
sleep on a mattress in the bedroom and would wake him to watch as we
coupled.  I had quite work by then so was used all month but when my period
didn't appear it was obvious I was pregnant.

   That didn't curb our sex in fact being bred turned me on even more and I
was on heat for months until finally the baby got in the way.  We all knew
what was going to happen; I was loving this so much I would never change
anything and I didn't.  Garry had no living parents and I only had a mother
who I had no problem telling I had a black lover who was going to be the
father of my child.  Since I spent all my time with Jason I had no other
friends left so they didn't matter and Garry was so into work his friends
were hardly ever about.  When the baby appeared we had a work party I stood
showing everyone the black baby telling them openly how Jason was already
planning more.  Garry stood with me saying nothing as his employees looked
on.

   Without contraception being used I was pregnant again inside three
months only this time I continued to have sex right up until birth, in fact
I swear Jason came in me moments before my waters broke!  Anyway I had
another son and then Jason used condoms for a while only after seventeen
weeks he was feeling naughty and got me to attend a party with Garry where
he announced that I was unprotected and fertile and anyone who fancied
knocking me up should have a go.

   It was wild, I didn't even complain I just fucked anyone who wanted to,
which was a lot as they all knew Jason had bred me twice already.  I was
left in a pool of cum with poor Garry taking pictures of me.  This even
happened the next night as well and then twice more the next weekend and
twice that following week.  In those ten days we estimated I went with over
one thirty five different men in total.

   My third and last black baby was a girl and she was very dark, much
darker than her brothers.  Only a few weeks after she was born Jason was
killed in an accident and I was devastated.  It was strange because despite
the assumption that it was raw and nasty sex (which it was at times) I'd
still really just fallen in love with Jason as well as Garry.

   I mourned like a widow for approaching six months then I woke up one day
to my usual cup of tea by my bed Garry making breakfast and sorting out the
infants as the baby slept next to me and then I knew.  That man, that
stupidly weak man was still the love of my life.  Jason was love and lust
but Garry was love and trust.  He'd never threatened to leave or try to
throw me out he was always there.

   That morning I went down to him and told him to `act like a man' and
take me like a slut.  There was a pause then he took me hard over the
counter top in front of the bemused infants, thankfully the oldest was just
two so didn't understand and just sat grinning.  After that Garry (with a
bit of prompting at first) took control, I needed it hard, rough and often
and he surprised me venting four years of humiliation out on my poor pussy
which even if he was nothing in size compared to Jason got worn out.  Ten
years on we have another three girls to add to the brood, all white and all
Garry's.  No regrets for any of this although I still miss Jason a lot.