Bull for Dommes
I got a call the other night from one of the Dommes I know, requesting my cuckolding services.
I showed up at her lair, and this mild-mannered man opened the door. Small, frail, with buiseness slacks and a short-sleeved button-up shirt. I could only picture him as being a book-keeper.
Anyway, he led me down to the dungeon where I met the Domme, and she explained I was to use this little man once he had changed clothes. She turned to him and threw some clothes his direction, saying “These are what you are to wear, slave!”.
He stepped behind a divider a few minutes while I got more comfortable … totally naked except my cock-ring. When he came out, he was in a skin-tight pink tee-shirt, lime green tutu and blood-red knee-high stockings. I had to laugh. Little-man started turning beet red which looked even funnier, so I figured I’d take his mind off things by jamming my dick down his throat … sure enough, that made him forget what he was wearing. I did a good job about not laughing at him again … until my big black cock was ploughing into his little brown hole, and that bright green tutu started bouncing in rhythm.
Give me a call you pathetic little men, I need another good laugh.
AXEL
1.888.455.6823
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