Amazonking and Shamusx,
Chief Mounting Bull appreciates your affinity toward his style, attitude and Breeding Bull directives. Following below is a true story about an event that occurred last week, which took the Chief by surprise. I imagine you will enjoy reading as well. It makes for a great unexpected addition to the Chief's tales of conquest. I originally posted it as a story in the stories forum, but have posted it here again for you to enjoy.
**** TRUE STORY: The Chief finds strange takesen wife relaxing on couch!!! ****
Well, here is an interesting true and unexpected story that I have to share with everyone. Last night I came home late, about 11 pm, and had a hell of an unexpected surprise waiting for me. I found my next door neighbor's wife, who is a virtual stranger to me, takes and ****** on my living room couch.
The married couple in question live in an upstairs condo unit in the building right next to mine. I don't know their names. They've lived there for several years and I see them sitting on their balcony all the time, which oversees the inlet to our cul-de-sac driveway. I have never spoken to the husband, but have spoken to the wife only on a few occasions. The husband is this fat guy with a big belly. The wife though is this unkempt and skinny, holy wateric wench with a gravelly voice. She suffered a mild brain injury from an epileptic seizure a couple months back, which causes her to speak a little odd and have memory problems.
Unbeknownst to me, the wench came into my condo unit yesterday afternoon while I was at work to take care of my cats, so she said. She entered my place after a lady friend of mine had been arrested and jailed for driving with a suspended license that she thought had been remedied. My lady friend was driving to her apartment to get some of her stuff to move into my place to be my submissive, resident cock sucker. My neighbor's wife was with her. She's been friendly toward my lady friend ever since I started bringing my lady friend over to my place, offering to help her with things and go places. I've been somewhat uncomfortable with them associating together, but haven't really said much to my lady friend about it.
Anyway, when the wench-wife got back home here she thought she'd be neighborly I guess; she brought some cat food, cuckold water and smokes, entered my unit, plopped her skinny ass down on my couch and boozed and smoked it up until she ******. (I'm a non-smoker by the way, so that was irritating).
I stroll in about 11 pm last night and find this wench snoring lightly and flopping around on my couch in her takesen stupor. She'd been there all night. Chief Mounting Bull stood there momentarily analyzing the situation. Considering her trashy nature, the Chief deemed the neighbor's holy wateric, unkempt wife undesirable for breeding; he would not want that woman to be the lady of his cuckold young. The Chief, however, did deem the wife suitable for mounting, although her status was judged at being toward the bottom range of his wife-mounting totem pole.
I appreciated my neighbor's wife's noble, albeit misguided, gesture to watch my place and take care of my cats, but I just wanted to kick that wench out of my house. Yet, my nervousness and antipathy toward finding her there was outweighed by the Chief's urge to mount that bitch roughly and inseminate her as penance for finding her in my house uninvited. The Chief considers the body of other men's wives, especially their buttocks and reproductive organs, as his property. Hence, my thoughts submitted to Chief Mounting Bull's assertion to exert his dominance by inseminating her.
I went upstairs, shaved, showered and put on some comfortable shorts. I went back downstairs and woke her up. We chatted for awhile and she told me all about what happened to my lady friend. Eventually, I asked if she would like to go upstairs and talk. She agreed, so we did. But, Chief Mounting Bull guided the events so that the place where we talked involved her laying down with me on my bed to continue our chat. Ah, it was like the spider guiding the fly to its lair.
Upon laying her down on my bed, the Chief claimed his prize. The Chief began to explore the feel of his property, her body, but the wench wife offered some mild resistance, saying that she was a married woman. The Chief responded informing her that feeling himself inside another man's woman was very arousing, so the Chief proceeded onward.
After her sweat pants came down to expose her pussy, the wench-wife kept insisting that I wear a condom, citing pregnancy as her concern. But, the Chief wasn't hearing any of that noise. The Chief insisted that he feel his sperm spitting bareback inside her bare flesh. I licked her pussy for awhile to mitigate her bareback protests until suddenly, Chief Mounting Bull reared up and assertively took control of his property, her legs. He spread them, positioned himself in between and presented the business end of himself to her exposed labia.
The wench-wife gave another more stern no-condom protest, but was cut short in mid-sentence. The Chief just smirked a bit as that wench-wife got an immediate look of discomfort on her face, opened her mouth wide, arched her head back and yelped aloud, "AhhhhhuuuuuUHHHHH...", as she took in the large bulbous-head of the Chief's cock (I must say it does get rather prominent when very aroused).
Now, this woman is very thin and somewhat frail-like with a tight pussy, so the Chief went easy on her at first. But, once the full length of his cock was firmly planted, knotting its bulbous-head deep within her vagina, the Chief mounted her with slow, rough strokes that made her gnash her teeth, moan and wince in discomfort. Her petite body rocked rhythmicly with shock waves rippling in her skin up her body, emanating from her pelvic region. The Chief maintained a strong presence like that being mounted atop her petite body in which he particularly enjoyed, for the rough thrusting in a slow-like fashion was akin to when in the movies, they slow down time to focus on a brief moment or cherish a feeling.
For the Chief, it was relishing the feeling of dominance by having that bitch as he pleased; and feeling the tension build in his prostate, combined with the anticipation of feeling that flood gate release of his minions spitting freely inside some clueless man's wife. There the wench-wife lay, wincing and moaning to the slow, rough thrusts of Chief Mounting Bull, which caused her head to bang up against my wall -- the Chief's penance imposed!
Ohhh, how the Chief loved feeling his prostate throb, making that poor sap's wife lay there and take his throbbing jets of sperm bareback despite her protests. Feeling that knotted up, bulbous cock head spitting out bareback inside a clueless cuckold hubby's wife is wonderful. I must admit that despite my level-headed thoughts being at odds with the Chief's yearnings at times, I enjoy succumbing to his Breeding Bull directives, like a leaf falling off the branch upon which it's anchored and being swept away in the wind. In the human context, it's my thoughts in the winds of passion.
After inseminating my neighbor's wife, the Chief lay motionless upon her temporarily, throbbing his cock a bit to dribble out a few extra drops of sperm into her vagina before pulling out. With the Chief having claimed his prize, my level-headedness took over. I went to get a cloth to clean her up since I tend to be a heavy-cummer. I glommed a heavy dose of semen in her pussy as usual. I also stuck a couple of spermacide thingies up into her pussy of which both the Chief and I were in agreement to do.
Anyway, she quaffed down some more hard cuckold water before going back downstairs to relax on my couch. I just slept in my bed. I wanted to kick her out then, but it was late; and the Chief was whispering to me about the possibilities of ravaging her again in the morning before ushering her out the door.
Well, the next morning came. I had the day off, but got called into work anyway, so I had to step out until the early afternoon. When I got back the holy wateric wench was still relaxing on my couch in the same takesen stupor as the night before. After milling around upstairs for awhile, I went back down to find her waking up. She began talking about all the details of the run in my lady friend had with the cops all over again, kinda as if she hadn't told me before. Nothing was said about my late night mounting of her, so I'm not sure if she even remembered it. LOL. I could sense the Chief's proddings of wanting to take her back upstairs to pump another load into her, but the Chief was satiated and had already claimed his prize and I had had enough of her, so I ushered her out the door, sending her back home to her cuckold hubby.
Oh, before I go, I thought I would mention that I took a picture of the takesen wench-wife relaxing on my couch in the morning with my cell phone. I will post it here for all to see. Look upon her in awe, knowing that the Chief's penance had been meted out upon her loins.
I am Chief Mounting Bull and I have spoken!
Chief Mounting Bull
My neighbor's wife passed out and pumped full of the Chief's sperm!