My girlfriend and her bull Part 17 (FINAL) (LoveBoy Tales)

Every day became torture for me - a constant mix of arousal, jealousy, and misery as I imagined all the things my girlfriend was doing behind my back, as my cock strained against its steel cage to the thought of Miranda breaking my trust for another man's cock. Despite unambiguously cheating on me, Miranda acted remarkably "normal" in the next few weeks, if such a word could ever be used to describe our relationship anymore. She never let slip that she was doing anything behind my back - she would still let Luke fuck her on camera for me, and would peg my ass every other day, but I knew now that she was doing more behind closed doors. I knew now that whenever I returned home from a long day at work, there was a very real possibility that my girlfriend had just finished cleaning up the bedroom after a good, long session of heated sex. I knew now that whenever my girlfriend allowed me the rare gift of gazing upon her naked breasts and pussy, another man had likely spent literal hours fondling those soft mounds, and fucking that warm, wet slit. It was just as torturous as it was arousing, and the lack of relief from my chastity cage kept me in a constant, blinding haze of horniness.

Indeed, Miranda began to deny me even the reprieve of my weekly ejaculations, lengthening the intervals between my orgasms to three weeks instead of one. In tandem with this, her on-camera fucking with Luke became ever more lustful and heated. She had yet another gangbang with Luke's friends, this time allowing herself to be shared between the five men for nearly three hours straight. As I watched my girlfriend getting fucked in the ass and pussy at the same time, while also getting speared in the mouth by a hard cock, I could only rub my fingers uselessly against my steel chastity cage, desperately searching for relief. My pleasure would only arrive the following day, when Miranda returned home, her face disheveled and her body covered with bruises and stains. Being too tired to peg me, she merely unlocked my chastity cage. Within thirty seconds I had jacked myself off to an orgasm. She then locked the cage back in place, told me to sleep on the couch, and closed the bedroom door behind her. I did not argue.

Sonya's regular presence became a source of great frustration and competition for Miranda. Already jealous from the Korean woman's cute looks and wild pussy, my girlfriend seemed to take this as a sign that she had to please Luke even more. It would be a regular occurrence to see the two ladies arguing over who should be permitted the honor of sucking Luke's cock first, or whose mouth should be the one to receive his cum. Luke only played into this dynamic, introducing twisted "games" that encouraged his women to be more competitively slutty. One such game saw Miranda and Sonya take turns giving blowjobs to Luke. The woman who made him cum would be the "winner," and would be permitted to peg the "loser," while Luke fucked her mouth. The first time they played it, Miranda won, but since then Sonya's skills with her lips seemed to have improved. It soon became a common sight to see Miranda squealing as Sonya pounded her with a silicon cock, her voice muffled by Luke's shaft, which would be sliding in and out of her mouth. Another game saw Luke hook up Sonya and Miranda to an array of vibrators and eggs. The first woman to cum would be deemed the "loser," and would be tied up, blindfolded, and left on a chair by the "winner," who would then get their award in the form of Luke's cock slamming into their ass. The loser would be forced to listen to the sounds of the winner's pleasure, which normally resulted in them begging for a chance to take Luke's cock, one that he rarely ever granted.

The amount of cuckold angst, jealousy, and arousal garnered by watching these erotic scenes built up over the weeks - combined with long intervals of denied ejaculation, I found myself unable to focus on anything that wasn't my girlfriend getting railed by foreign cock. Perhaps it was this haze of arousal - or perhaps it was merely my own ignorance - that led me to what was now inevitable.

It was right after returning from work one afternoon in May when I found Miranda sitting on the couch, her head slumped down. She had tears in her eyes. Immediately, I strode forward and sat down next to her. "Babe, what's wrong?" I asked.

Miranda turned away, her eyes shying towards the windows. Her arms were shaking, and her face was red and puffy from what I guessed to be a great deal of crying. I reached out and grabbed one of her hands, lacing my fingers through hers. "Babe, I'm here for you," I said softly. "What is it?"

Miranda shook her head. "Y-you can't help," she sniffled.

I stared at her. "I...I can try," I said meekly. This didn't seem to help. Her chest shook, and more tears came pouring out.

"Just tell me what the problem is," I said. "Does it have to do with Luke?"

Luke's name seemed to send a jolt of electricity through Miranda's spine. Her head jumped sharply, but her voice remained quivering and shaky. "Y-yes..." she managed to say.

"Well?"

Miranda hesitated. She seemed to struggle for a few seconds, before finally opening her mouth again. "S-Sonya has filed f-for divorce w-with her h-husband."

I paused. The words rang through my ears, and suddenly I understood why Miranda was crying. Still, I had to be sure of it. "I...I'm sorry to hear that," I forced myself to say, my voice already trembling with anticipation. "I'm sure-"

"She's begun d-dating Luke..."

I stared at her. "I...I'm sure he won't cut you off," I said. "It's not like-"

"I want to break up with you."

My voice immediately died. Even today, I still don't know what surprised me about this statement - the writing had been on the wall for such a long time, and yet the words Miranda spoke still hit me like a cannon. I stepped back, my vision going blurry. "W-what?" I asked.

"I want to break up with you," repeated Miranda. She stood up. To my surprise, her voice had taken on a more gentle tone. "I've been thinking...and I believe that this might be for the best."

"But..." my mind raced with a million thoughts, but in these moments I could hardly think straight, "...why?"

"Because it is the only option," said Miranda. "Luke told me he won't fuck me again if he's dating Sonya. He's told me that the only way I can continue seeing him is if I break up with you."

My face went white at the sound of this. "Miranda..." I said, now walking forward, "please don't-"

"No." Miranda's voice grew firm. "I've made up my mind."

The two of us stood silently in the living room, across from each other. My eyes had grown red, and I felt tears beginning to form. Miranda's expression seemed to soften for just the briefest moment. She walked forward and softly wrapped her arms around me, giving me the first hug I've felt in several weeks. "I'm sorry," she whispered into my ears. "I'm sorry, but this is the only way...and maybe you'll be able to enjoy it too..."

"W-what do you mean?" I asked.

Miranda looked at me in the eyes. Her tears had vanished. A smile slowly crept through her face.

She would live in my apartment for another three days, but many changes took place during this time. Firstly, I was told to sleep in the living room instead of the bedroom. Secondly, I was instructed to leave the apartment every day in the afternoon from 1:00pm to 5:00pm. Thirdly, I was told never to speak to Miranda unless spoken to first. I obeyed these without question, my mind seemingly blank - paralyzed, dumbstruck, and awed by what was about to occur.

I noticed Miranda taking many calls during this time. I often saw her sitting on the couch, her hands quickly typing on her phone, and at night she would make calls in her bedroom, speaking in quiet whispers. Whenever I passed her while she was calling, she would say, "wait a second," before silencing her phone and telling me to leave the room. I could only ever obey.

My pathetic attempts at reclaiming her never led to anything of substance. I invited her to dinner dates at restaurants, which she declined. I asked her to come with me on shopping trips and strolls on the beach, for which she turned me down. When I cooked dinner for her two days after us breaking up, she dumped my New York steak into the trash can and poured my wine into the sink. She didn't unlock my chastity cage during this time, something I hardly even noticed. She didn't even have the mercy to peg me.

On the third day, however, Miranda surprised me with an offer.

"Want to walk around the neighborhood?" she asked.

I couldn't refuse.

Our walk was quiet and serene. The streets were empty that night. Miranda led me through the neighborhood without saying a word. For the first ten minutes we merely walked. Miranda was wearing respectable clothes today - jeans, with a gray t-shirt and simple sneakers. Her hair was braided. Finally, without glancing back at me, I heard her say, "tomorrow, I will be leaving."

I knew this already, and so I didn't respond. Miranda continued.

"But I want you to do something."

I glanced up at Miranda, raising an eyebrow.

"I want you to leave the apartment at six in the morning."

"Why?" I asked.

"Oh, it'll be a surprise," said Miranda. "My...final parting gift to you, so to speak."

I felt my chest sink as I heard her words. Even now, after declaring her intention to leave me, it appeared she still intended to use me as a cuck. My thoughts, however, were interrupted by Miranda.

"And I don't want you to go to the office."

I glanced up sharply. "Then where?" I asked.

"I'll give you an address, and instructions for what to do upon arrival," said Miranda. "You're going to follow them, aren't you?"

My eyes watched the ground hatefully. My vision was tinged with red. My hands were balled into fists. My blood was practically boiling, and I felt my legs shaking with humiliation.

I nodded, and voiced my consent.

At 5:50 a.m. the next morning, I knocked on the bedroom door. "Miranda, I'm leaving," I said.

No response was heard. The door would remain shut.

Miranda left a slip of paper in my car, and written on it was an address, followed by a room number and passcode. I tried to focus on driving, on reading the signs on the road, on looking at the trees or the passing pedestrians. Anything to distract myself from what was happening to me - from what I was now willingly doing.

The address led to a small motel at the edge of the city, about half an hour away. I walked in and found my room. Entering the passcode, I heard an electronic whir, and a loud *click*, signaling that the door was unlocked. I walked in.

The room was small. A single bed sat in the middle of it, with a nightstand, a chair, and a simple bathroom. The first thing I saw, however, was the equipment. A pair of handcuffs and ankle-cuffs, alongside a gag, sitting square in the center of the bed. Sitting next to it all was a slip of paper, on which the following words were written: *take off your clothes, put on the cuffs and gag, kneel on the bed, and wait.*

I did as I was told. My face burned red as I put on my own cuffs, gagged my own mouth, and got into a kneeling position in the center of the bed. My ass raised itself into the air, and I waited. I waited for whatever fate Miranda had planned for me. I surrendered to it.

Five minutes passed. Then ten minutes. Then thirty. Then an hour. I waited.

Finally, after nearly two hours, when my legs were beginning to ache painfully with fatigue, I heard the door unlock and swing open. I heard footsteps from behind me, and a familiar female voice say, "well, well, well..."

But this was not Miranda's voice. It was a little too high, slightly more singsong. A barely-noticeable Asian accent.

Then I recognized it. Sonya.

My eyes widened as the Korean woman came into my view. She was as beautiful as always, with her long, black hair and smooth, porcelain skin. She wore a black trench coat and a pair of black boots. I noticed that she had applied makeup.

"So *you're* the cuck Miranda was talking about..." she said.

I tried to ask her what she was doing here, but it only came out as an incomprehensible garble through the gag. Sonya laughed, and with surprising force, gave my balls a sharp slap. I squealed and immediately grew silent.

"Shut up," said Sonya. "I've heard all about you. And from what I've heard, you don't need any introduction to me."

As she spoke, she slung a bag she was carrying from her back and onto the floor. Reaching in, she produced a laptop, maximized its brightness, and placed it in front of me. She then clicked on a folder labeled *videos*, before selecting the most recent one.

My eyes widened upon seeing the thumbnail. A frame displaying my ex-girlfriend, on her back, her feet nearly touching her shoulders as Luke's cock speared down into her ass. Sonya pressed play.

The motel room was immediately filled with the sound of Miranda's moans, and the loud slapping of skin against skin. Luke was fucking her hard and fast, his cock spearing into her wet cunt so rapidly it was practically a blur. I noticed that the quality of this video was HD - certainly, it had been shot on a professional camera.

As my eyes fixated on the scene playing out before me, I heard a light *click*, and felt Sonya's fingers taking off the chastity cage. With little ceremony she let the device fall to the mattress beneath my body, before dangling the keys before my eyes. "We honestly considered keeping you locked up forever," giggled Sonya, "but that would be illegal, unfortunately..."

As she spoke, I felt her wrap a hand around my cock and softly squeeze. I groaned into my gag, my eyes still fixed on the screen. Luke's cock was pistoning in and out of Miranda's pussy, which was by now dripping juices all over the mattress beneath her. I recognized the setting as my bedroom. Sonya leaned in towards my ear.

"This was filmed an hour ago, cuck...right now, at this instant, Miranda is still being fucked. Fucked hard and in ways I can only dream of..."

I groaned, my cock now dripping precum as Sonya's fingers squeezed around my tip. On the screen, Luke had reached forward with a hand and had gripped Miranda's neck, holding it down against the mattress. "Go on," he was saying, "scream for me, slut. Scream for me so your pathetic ex can hear. Go on. He's listening right now..."

Miranda opened her mouth, letting a long, drawn-out cry of ecstasy echo through my room. Saliva dripped down from her lips and onto her cheeks, and her breasts swayed back and forth with every thrust. "You little *slut*," continued Luke. "You dare lie to me for so long...and now you come begging for my forgiveness..."

Miranda groaned loudly, her eyes rolling back as Luke's cock was thrust balls-deep into her. "P-please master," she gasped, "please h-have-"

Her voice was interrupted as Luke's grip around her neck tightened. Her face turned purple as she struggled for air, before Luke finally released her. "Shut up," he laughed roughly, before placing his focus back on Miranda's pussy.

As I watched, I felt Sonya's hands begin fondling my balls. "Honestly, I don't know how you could be so fucking pathetic," I heard the Korean woman remark. "Cuckoldry is one thing....but letting a stranger like me milk you while watching your ex-girlfriend get railed? No wonder you're now single..."

I moaned into my gag. I heard Sonya chuckle behind me.

"I wonder," she mused, "if I'll let you cum tonight..."

I felt her grip on shaft loosen significantly, and groaned in frustration. My eyes, however, were soon seized by the laptop once again when I heard Luke growl, "why don't you tell your ex why you chose to wait three days to formally leave him..."

Miranda, whose body was practically covered with sweat at this point, shuddered and managed to say, "I...I'm n-no longer on birth c-control..."

"That's right," said Luke. He slapped Miranda's breasts hard, causing her to cry out in pain. "I'm going to *breed* you tonight, slut. I'm going to breed my property...*my* girl..."

Miranda's legs shuddered, and I saw her legs instinctively open a little wider. "Yes master," I heard her gasp. "Please..."

Sonya leaned into my ear. "She's going to be bred today," she whispered, her fingers still sliding around my shaft at an agonizingly slow speed. "She's going to be bred...to be filled with fertile sperm...while you're sitting here, cuffed and restrained, unable to cum..."

I watched as Miranda's moans grew incrementally louder. As her breasts grew perky and hard, and as her pussy dripped strings of juice down onto the sheets. I watched as Luke's enormous cock slowly stripped my ex-girlfriend of her sanity, stroke by stroke - as her cries for mercy devolved into incoherent screams. Now having broken up with me, Miranda seemed to have lost all inhibition, her body shuddering with tremors of pleasure as Luke's length speared into her wet insides. She was lost in the heat. Her mouth was open and her tongue was sticking out. Her legs shook wildly in the air, and her voice was punctured by squeals of pleasure.

"So *fucking* hot," whispered Sonya, and I noticed that she was also touching herself while teasing my cock. "It should be *me* in that video, not her...*she* went to Luke late...*I* was the one who proved my loyalty first..."

Miranda seemed to have lost all agency. Her body moved purely by instinct and primal desire now. Her breasts, I noticed, were perky and hard. Her face was covered with saliva as she openly drooled out her pleasure. Her thighs were so coated with fluids that it appeared shiny on the camera, and her eyes had a glazed, sultry look in them, marked also by tears. Luke reached his hands back and brought them to Miranda's ass, slapping them hard a few times. "*This* is what you deserve," I heard him growl. "*This* is what you were meant to do...to be *my* woman...to be made into *my* whore...*my* little breeding whore..."

"Y-yes," Miranda managed to groan out, her breasts swinging up and down with every thrust. Her pussy had begun creaming hard, a stream of thick, white liquid oozing out of it and coating Luke's length.

"See that?" asked, Sonya, as her hands - much to my own frustration - once again lessened the pressure on my cock. "She's such a fucking *dripper*. Imagine what Luke is feeling right now...imagine what it feels like to fuck such a *wet* woman...it's something you will never feel again..."

I groaned and raised my ass even higher. My eyes were glued to the screen. My cock was so stiff it was beginning to hurt.

Miranda's orgasm arrived not long afterwards. Her toes curled. Her hands clenched the sheets in a death grip, and her back arched upwards off the mattress. Her pelvis bucked forward, before her pussy finally *burst* - five jets of pussy juice squirted out of her slit, sending droplets of clear liquid spraying all over the blankets, onto the mattress, over the shelf, and even into the camera lens, causing patches of the video feed to become blurry. Miranda's voice, however, remained crystal clear, now breaking out into a primal scream of pleasure as her body trembled with ecstasy and satisfaction - as she was finally made fully into Luke's slut.

The contractions of her pussy seemed to drive Luke over the edge as well. With a low grunt, he shoved his cock deep into my ex-girlfriend, his base pulsating as it deposited his load deep into her. He left it in there for nearly fifteen seconds, enjoying the sensation of cumming inside her while grabbing a handful of her breasts. Finally, he retracted his cock. An arc of pussy juice still connected his tip with Miranda's pussy lips, and a large trail of cum slowly oozed out of her folds and down onto the bed beneath her.

Luke got off the bed and walked to the camera. He wiped the lens off with a napkin, before holding out his fingers in front of it. They were glistening with Miranda's juices.

"Hope you enjoyed it, cucky," he chuckled. In the background I could see Miranda, still on her back, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Her fingers were desperately gathering up the cum that leaked out of her slit, which she shoved back into her pussy. The video feed then cut to black.

My eyes watched the frozen computer screen, desperately hoping for more. Sonya reached forward and closed its lid. "You should be thankful that we gave you this," she said nonchalantly. "I honestly don't know what Miranda saw in you to begin with, to choose to date such a submissive little doormat..."

For the next three hours Sonya would slowly stroke my cock while whispering things into my ear. She told me about how both she and Miranda would be shared at a party at Luke's flat the following Saturday. How Luke was already planning on bringing them to a swinger's club to offer them up to other men for free. How they were both going to be impregnated by Luke, and made to bear his seed. I struggled and cried and garbled around my gag, but in the end my hardened cock told the truth.

I was a cuck. A *true* cuck.

Three hours later, Sonya received a phone call. She picked up, and I heard her say, "...okay, I'll be there," before hanging up. She then stood up and put the laptop back into her bag. "Okay, they're done," she said. "I'll be on my way now."

I groaned in frustration, my raging boner harder than ever before and leaking a stream of precum onto the sheets. Sonya chuckled and shook her head. "Oh? Did the little cucky think he was going to cum today?" she asked in a mocking, whimperish voice.

I moaned incomprehensibly in response, bucking my hips to encourage Sonya to continue stroking me. I was rewarded with a strong punch to my balls, which caused me to cry out in pain and collapse onto the mattress. I heard Sonya laugh behind me.

"You're not getting an orgasm from me," she said. "Go home and jack off."

With that, she turned and left the motel room. I heard the door slam behind her. Only then did I realize that I was still cuffed and gagged.

By the time I had managed to wrangle myself out of my own bondage, nearly forty five minutes had passed. I gathered up my clothes and rushed out into the parking lot, where I located my car and immediately drove back to the apartment.

My home had been destroyed. The bedroom was completely overturned, the pictures on the walls having been torn down and the sheets being scattered all over the floor. The pillows were thrown into the corner and the lamp on the desk had been knocked to the ground. In the living room, the couch had several puddles of pussy juice on it, and the curtain had seemingly been torn from the windows, several globules of cum sticking to its surface. I walked through the dilapidated remnants of my kitchen, where I saw pussy juice and semen covering the pots and pans, on the countertop, and even in our water filter. The intoxicating smell of sex permeated through every room, and torn shirts and panties laid discarded all over the floor, blotched with dark stains and streaks of sticky fluid. Even the closet had not been spared. Miranda's jewelry box lay cracked open on the ground, the many necklaces, bracelets, and earrings that I had given to her splayed over the floor. It was all covered with thick droplets of white liquid.

The worst defilement, however, was found in the living room. The photo I normally kept on a bookshelf in the room - one taken after my first year anniversary with Miranda - lay on the floor. It was my favorite photo, displaying a picture of Miranda and I smiling, holding hands in front of a beach while the sun set in the background behind us. Miranda's eyes glowed with happiness, and her smile was genuine and full. Her hands were interlocked with mine. She was leaning back into my chest, looking into the camera lens.

Now those beautiful round eyes, that vibrant smile, those loving hands, and that lively happiness - now these things were covered with Luke's thick, dried cum. Stained with the most primal symbols of superiority and dominance. Turning it from a symbol of my love for the woman of my life, into a reminder of her darkest depravities.

I hung my head in shame as I looked at the remnants of the photo.

Less than a minute later, I was shooting my watery load into the toilet bowl.

That night, after cleaning up the apartment, I went on a long walk through the neighborhood. It was eleven o'clock. The streets were completely empty. I found myself walking towards a field that lay close to the university. On one corner of it was a small grove of trees, which concealed a small stone fountain. A quiet place for me, one that I went to whenever I sought peace. The place where everything began. The place where I first confessed my love to Miranda.

But as I approached the fountain, I heard noises emanating from it. The slapping of skin against skin. The womanly cries of a high, feminine voice. A low, primal growl. I saw then, through the darkness, under the dim lighting of the lamps, two figures, both of them half-undressed. A familiar woman and a familiar man.

Miranda was bent over the fountain, and Luke was slamming his cock deep into her ass. He gripped a fistful of her hair in one hand, and groped her breasts roughly with the other. As I stared, I saw Miranda lean her head back and give a long, sensual kiss to Luke, her tongue dancing deep inside his mouth. Neither of them noticed me watching.

THE END

**Note**: Finally done! If anyone wants to discuss, comment, or suggest, please leave a comment. I check every day and do reply. **I am thinking about continuing this with some shorts**.