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Becoming the Bull Ch. 01

By: Innocent_Outside



Only two weeks had passed since I was hired to do data entry before I was called into Jane's office. She was the owner of the small business, so I was immediately concerned my employment was going to be terminated. The job was my first since getting out of college, and I felt it was a step up from working retail or in food service. That's why I was so worried as I walked from my desk to Jane's office.

Jane was an intimating woman. She was taller than me, had a thick, curvy build, and always dressed in sharp looking business skirts and jackets. Her outfits never failed to accentuate her shapely form. Her hair was long, black, wavy, and worn in a prim bun or held up by a clip in the back. Occasionally she would wear it in a tight ponytail that looked as if it would pull her hairline back. Her face, with high cheekbones and a subtly strong jaw, was quite attractive, even without much makeup.

On top of that, she had a no nonsense attitude that often bordered on condescending and somewhat mean. Of course, if you stayed on her good side, she would treat you with respect. But the moment you did something wrong, the bitchy side became quite apparent.

Her life outside of work was a mystery to me. I assumed she was married based on the ring she wore on her left hand. But beyond that, there was little I had learned. I wasn't even sure how old she was, though if I had to guess I'd say she was in her late 40s.

"You've been doing great work so far," she said after I was seated across from her. She clasped her hands together on the desk. "How would you feel about being my personal assistant and getting a dollar raise?"

My eyebrows went up and I looked at her for a moment. "Sure, that would be great," I replied and smiled. The relief I felt must have been obvious on my face.

"Good. You'll start immediately," she stated. "There's much to do, so get whatever you need and bring it in here. You'll be at that desk."

I didn't hesitate to follow her directions. Once I had what little I needed, I set up on a desk in her office. I was a bit concerned by the desk because it was higher than usual so that whomever used it could stand rather than sit. Nevertheless, I didn't complain.

At first the work wasn't any different than what I had been doing, except I was reporting directly to her and she was giving me tasks. However, as the weeks went by my work began to involve other activities that had nothing to do with data entry, and were more fitting of a secretary or janitor. First it was getting her coffee, then emptying her trash basket, cleaning the floor of her private restroom, and so on. Eventually she even had me scrubbing the toilet.

Not once did I object, complain, or ask why she was giving me such tasks. I was making decent money and didn't feel like putting my job at risk. Perhaps she knew that and was simply taking advantage of the situation. Regardless, I accepted my role as her subordinate and continued to work hard.

"I need you to stay late today," she told me one Friday afternoon.

"Okay," I replied. I was a single 24 year old guy with a very minimal social life, so sticking around didn't bother me at all.

When 6 o'clock rolled around and the other six employees had gone home, she closed the office door and locked it. This wasn't all that unusual during normal hours when she had to place an important phone call, so I did not think much of it.

"Wet this for me and lather it with soap," she said as she pulled a washcloth from a leather handbag next to her desk.

I did as she asked while wondering what in the world she was going to have me do next. I assume it was just another one of her unusual chores for me. When I was done, I found her sitting on her desk peeling the nylons from her legs.

"Sit," she said and gestured to the chair in front of her. "Good, now wash my feet."

I glanced up at her, and upon seeing her looking back expectantly, I held back on asking why. For the next several minutes I washed one foot, paying special attention to getting between her toes. Once she was satisfied she set the clean foot down between my thighs and presented the other to me.

As I washed the foot, I could feel the clean one moving closer to my crotch. I wasn't sure what to think, and I certainly didn't feel comfortable speaking up to express my discomfort with the situation. Jane was too intimidating, and I really needed the job. By the time I was finished washing, only the fabric of my pants kept her toes from touching my genitals.

"Good, now rub them," she said with tone that suggested she was enjoying herself.

I sneaked a sigh of resignation and started to massage one foot. "At least they're clean," I thought to myself. Occasionally she would moan softly while I worked, so I felt confident that I was doing a good job. When I finally finished the first foot, she placed it in the same spot as the other against my crotch, and lifted the one that needed attention. Though I hadn't found any kind of sexual appeal in what I was doing, my cock felt differently. It was quite hard and I worried that her foot would soon discover my arousal.

"You're a very obedient young man," she remarked while I worked and applied gentle pressure against my balls. "I'm very pleased by your efforts."

"Thank you," I replied.

"I'd like for you to refer to me as ma'am from now on," she stated.

"Yes," I said while massing the ball of her foot. "Yes, ma'am."

"Good," she said with a content sounding sigh. "That's enough. You can go now."

I waited for her to put her high heels on and get off of the desk before I stood from the chair. "Thank you, ma'am," I said.

I dismissed the foot washing and massage as a one time thing over the course of that weekend. However, the next Friday afternoon she told me - not asked - that I'd be staying late again that day. Once again she had me wash and rub her feet while using her toes to nuzzle my balls through my pants. 

Upon finishing, rather than dismissing me for the evening, she said, "Now I want you to clean them with your mouth."

For the first time I found myself very tempted to voice my displeasure of her request. I looked up to her face and my inner strength waned. I couldn't bring myself to face her wrath should I object to her orders.

After a few moments of reluctance while studying one of her feet, I stuck out my tongue and licked the big toe with the tip of it. "Use you're mouth, not your tongue," she stated firmly. "Good. Swirl your tongue around it. Oh, that's it. Keep that up until I tell you to stop."

I washed her big toe for what must have been several minutes before she had me move on to the next toe. The process was repeated for each of them on both feet. While I was doing that, her free foot was much more active against my crotch, slowly creeping up and down, pressing against my erect cock through my pants, and causing me much internal conflict. I wasn't sure if I should embrace the way she was exciting me, or if I should go somewhere in my mind that would fight against any sexual arousal I may be feeling.

Fortunately she did not take her contact with my private parts any further. Though by the time I finished with her toes, I was rock hard and could feel precum had been oozing from the tip.

I jerked off that night while thinking about Jane. Prior to that day I had never thought of her in a sexual manner. I imagined her foot covered in lube, with my cock sliding between the two biggest toes, as she moved it ever so slowly up and down until I shot my load.

She had me wash, rub, and orally clean her feet again the next Friday. As a result of my own fantasizing, I was less reluctant to please her the second time around. In fact I found myself trying to do as good a job as possible while cleansing every part of her toes with my lips and tongue. Once again, as usual, her free foot had been rubbing my crotch, though she had taken the liberty of pressing against my cock much more than my balls.

Perhaps she sensed my desire to do well, or maybe she had been planning everything out in advance, but when I finished she had me stand up in front of her. She lifted a foot and pressed it firmly against the fly of my pants where my hard cock was secured in my briefs.

"Show it to me," she stated.

I hesitated and felt myself flush with anxiety. "You're married, ma'am," I said quietly and looked at the floor. For some reason I felt slightly ashamed, though I wasn't sure why.

"Yes, I am," she answered. "And that's none of your concern. Now show me your cock."

I looked up at her and swallowed nervously before finally relenting. I unbuttoned my pants and unzipped the fly, then pushed my briefs down while trying to hold both garments up. She reached out with her foot and tugged them down with her toes, so I let them fall around my ankles.

A soft moan emitted from her lips as she eyed my erect penis. It was hard enough to be pointing slightly upward. There was a beat of clear precum beginning to leak from the slit.

"Beautiful," she whispered. "You're so much larger than my husband."

I thought that might be it, that I might be pulling my pants up at any moment. Instead, Jane slid off of the desk, pulled up her skirt, and tugged her panties down. After freeing the lacy black garment from her legs, she squatted down and pressed the cloth to her crotch. I could hear her sigh softly before she stood up and held the panties out between us. She turned them upside down and placed them on my head so that the part that covered her crotch was over my nose. The smell of her urine was quite evident.

"You'll learn to enjoy that scent," she stated as she returned to her spot on the desk. "Now come closer."

I stepped nearer to where she sat on the desk so I was standing between her open legs. She reached down and wrapped her hand around my stiff rod and began to slowly stroke with a loose grip. I could already tell I wouldn't last very long.

"I can feel you pulsing with excitement already," she said before she let go.

As I felt a pang of disappointment, I was surprised to see her reach to the buttons on her top and unfasten them. Once she had revealed her substantial cleavage, her hand returned to it's place on my cock and resume stroking.

"I bet you want to see them, don't you," she stated and I nodded. "Some day, but not right now."

We didn't speak while she continued to slide her hand slowly up and down my shaft. There was enough precum that loose grip didn't require lube. I couldn't recall having ever been so turned on in my life. As she stroked I could hear only the sound of her breathing and the schlicking noise of her hand on my flesh.

I would guess that only a couple minutes passed before I felt the wonderful sensations that preceded an orgasm. My hips rocked slightly as I tried to get more out of the motion of her hand. Out of nowhere my body jerked involuntarily.

"Are you going to cum?" she whispered so I nodded my response. "Good boy. Right here on my foot."

My breathing had become ragged, and each time I inhaled I was reminded of the aroma of her piss. Without breaking her rhythm, she lifted a leg and planted her foot right by the head of my cock. Moments later the first jet of milky white fluid shot out and landed by her toes. As more cum followed, she pointed the head so that the juices covered the spaces between each toe. Once the last of my cum was out, she stroked a few more times and finally released her hold on me.

She reached up and held my jaw with her other hand. Looking into my eyes, she asked, "Are you ready to prove that you are worthy to be my young slut boy?"

I was still recovering from the powerful orgasm and didn't think much about the question. Instead I simply nodded.

"Good. On your knees then," she said and smiled. I held the desk while I lowered myself in front of her. "Clean your cum off of my foot."

My brain suddenly cleared upon hearing her instructions. I looked at my load of sticky fluids that had collected on and between her toes. I'd always been repulsed by the idea of consuming my own semen, so I found myself struggling to please her.

"Do it," she said firmly.

I moved my mouth to her foot and hesitated while I fought off the urge to gag. Once I recovered, I began sucking the cum off of each toe and making sure they were clean. I almost gagged a couple more times before I was finally able to get past it.

"Good boy," Jane said when I finished. "Now clean yourself up. You're free to go."

"Thank you, ma'am," I said.

Once I had my pants in order and was headed out of the office, Jane called out to me saying, "Don't bother packing a lunch on Monday. We'll be going to my house."

Becoming the Bull Ch. 02



Monday morning was like any other in Jane's office. She had a weekly phone call that never failed to become quite intense, which made it awkward for me to sit and listen to her side of it. Afterward she would always be very grouchy and that only added to the discomfort of being in the same office.

"I fucking hate talking to them," she said after hanging up the phone. She sighed audibly and I could hear her hands smack lightly on her desk. "We're leaving for lunch. Grab whatever you take home with you because we'll probably not be coming back."

I glanced at the time and saw it was only 11 o'clock which was an hour earlier than she let anyone go to lunch. I quickly grabbed my bag and packed my music player and headphones. A few minutes later we were seated in her car.

Neither of us spoke for a several minutes while she began driving to her house. Perhaps it was just me, but I felt that the tension that had been in the office was now in the car as well. I was worried that even moving to scratch my cheek might upset her in some way.

"We need condoms," she said as we approached a drug store. She pulled into the parking lot and shut off the engine. "Come on."

We entered the store and she lead the way to the contraceptive products. I felt very self conscious standing next to her while she glanced over the selection. Being completely unfamiliar with condoms, I wasn't sure which ones were ideal. They all looked the same to me.

"Pull your cock out," she said as she continued to look at the various products.

"Right here?" I asked quietly, suddenly awash with anxiety.

"Yes, right here," she replied and looked at me. She was clearly agitated.

I glanced around and saw that there wasn't anyone nearby. I hoped there weren't any security cameras watching us. Reluctantly I unzipped my pants, tugged the elastic of my briefs down, and exposed myself.

Jane looked at my limp cock. "Good," she said. "But I need you nice and hard."

"But-" I began to object. My words were cut short when she knelt in front of me. Her mouth moved close and consumed my penis.

For the next minute or so I was wracked with a mixture of excitement and worry. I constantly looked around for anyone that might see us. Meanwhile she lathed my slowly hardening rod with her tongue. Normally I wouldn't have needed much time at all to get a rock solid erection, but the circumstances hampered my progress.

I had to force myself to focus on her efforts, and watch her as well, in order to get in the mood, so to speak. Fortunately no one approached us in the time it took me to achieve a full erection. Once I had reached that state, she pulled her head back and stood up.

"Stroke it until I get back," she said and immediately walked away. I damn near voiced my objection, but just gave into her orders. While I stroked I watched her move quickly to the office supplies, pause, and then come back holding a ruler in her hand.

"Not bad," she said as she measured my length. As she grabbed a pack of condoms she laughed. "I knew what we needed. I just had to see if this would be too much for your obedience. Now put it away."

She left me standing by the condoms as she walked away toward the front of the store. I quickly made myself decent and caught up to her. While standing at the register waiting for her to pay I felt a spark of anger gaining life within me. I felt like she had crossed the line, even if no harm came of what had happened.

I was pissed and it only got worse as we continued the drive to Jane's house. I knew I needed to grow some balls and confront her. I was thrilled that she wanted to do other stuff with me, even if it was far more unusual than anything I ever imagined. And I felt like I could accept the fact that she was cheating on her husband with me. But I needed to express my anger. On the other hand, I couldn't forget that my welfare was at stake. I had landed my job for Jane office after a lengthy search. Finding employment elsewhere would no doubt mean running out of money in the process, which was not at all desirable to me. Were it not for that, I wouldn't have hesitated to share with her a piece of my mind.

We drove only a few additional minutes before arriving at her home. It was rather small and located in a neighborhood populated by other modest houses. She parked in the garage and lead me inside.

"Bring your bag to the bedroom," she said.

We continued through the kitchen, down a hallway, and into a room that was quite large. In the middle was a king sized bed. Numerous pictures decorated the walls, a small desk was parked against one of those walls, and a dresser stood next to it. The room was very clean and smelled much like the faint perfume that Jane wore every day.

"Here," she said, holding her hand out. I gave her my bag and she placed it near the dresser. She then turned to face me with what I thought was a hint of a smile on her lips. "You're mad at me, aren't you."

I glared back. "Yes," I replied. "You shouldn't-"

"Good," she interrupted and walked to where I stood. She got so close that I was forced to back up, and as I did so she followed until my back was against the wall. She pressed her body close to mine and her face was just a couple inches from my own. "I was starting to wonder if you were a pussy or if there was some emotion in there somewhere."

"I'm not a pussy," I replied with no attempt to mask the frustration in my voice.

"Show me," she said as she smirked. "Come on. If you're angry, show me."

I looked at her confused. What was she expecting me to do? Just as I was about to speak, she slapped my cheek hard enough to make it sting a little bit.

"Come on!" she said and slapped me again on the other cheek. Her hand rose again. I grabbed the wrist before she could land another blow to my face. The smirk on her lips changed to a smile and her eyes opened wider. "What are you going to do about it?"

Her other hand rose and I quickly gripped that wrist as well. I wasn't sure what her intentions were, but if she had brought me to her house to fuck, then we were going to fuck. I wrapped her forearms under one of my arms and used my weight to move her to the bed. With a bit of effort I pushed her further so she was on her back.

She started to put up a bit of a fight, getting a hand free to try pushing me away, nearly bucking me off as we move entirely onto the bed, and twisting her body in an attempt to squirm away. I managed to maintain control, however, though I did let her roll onto her stomach. That's when I decided to take advantage of her.

As usual, she was wearing a skirt that day. I held her wrists secure behind her back with one hand and assistance from a knee while pulling the fabric of her garment up to expose her ass. I couldn't help myself as I saw the beautiful shape of her buttocks and the way her lacy black thong was nestled in between them. Her continued efforts forced me to end my momentary admiration and resume by jerking those meager panties down to her thighs.

"I hope you're fucking wet," I said without thinking about it.

"You going to fuck me?" she said in a ragged voice.

I didn't reply. I used my free hand to unzip my pants and raise my hips so I could free my cock. Once I had taken hold of both of her wrists I straddled her ass and began to grind against her, running my quickly growing penis between her cheeks. I was surprised by the speed at which my erection was becoming more and more rigid. I'd never thought that this sort of thing, forcing myself on a woman, would excite me.

As soon as I was rock hard, I tried to position my cock into her pussy. Her legs were still pressed tight together, and I didn't have a free hand with which to guide it in. "Get on your knees," I said in a tone that surprised me. "Now spread your legs."

She didn't resist at all. I was able to quickly penetrate her pussy and found that apart from a slightly dry entry and the sensations of her pubic stubble, she was very well lubed already.

"Oh, fuck," she gasped as soon as I pushed completely inside.

My past experience with sex, meager as it was, taught me to go slow at first and savor the pleasure. I tossed that inclination aside and began pounding her. Each time I rammed into her I watched as her ass cheeks absorbed the impact. She was arching her back quite nicely, giving me a full view of my cock sliding in and out of her slit.

"Slap my ass," she said, her voice a bit rough. I waited a moment before releasing both of her wrists, then used one hand to halfheartedly slap her left cheek. "Come on, you can do better than that. I thought you were pissed off! I want to feel it when I sit down tomorrow."

I needed no more encouragement. I whacked her left cheek hard enough that even my hand stung. "Again!" she called out, so I slapped again. And again. Over and over as she asked for it. Left cheek, right cheek. Somehow I managed to continue fucking her at the same time. Only when both cheeks were pinkish-red did I stop slapping her bottom.

Before long I could see her body begin to quiver. Her back arched even more, her buttocks clenched, and she buried her head into the bed covers. A muffled, guttural moan came out of her as she experienced what looked like an intense orgasm.

"Shit," she gasped when she finally began to calm a bit. "Oh, fuck, that was just what I needed."

I was quickly approaching my own climax, so I gripped her waist and pounded into her even faster. She must have sensed my need because she repositioned her knees and braced herself for the constant slamming against her rear end. Moments later I began to unload my cum inside her pussy. I involuntarily leaned forward slightly while erratically continuing to slide in and out of her until I was finished.

For several moments I remained buried in her pussy before pulling out and sitting down. Both of us rested while recovering from the shared pleasure. Only the sound of our labored breathing could be heard in the room. For some reason, as I sat there, I realized that I hadn't been wearing a condom.

"We didn't use any protection," I said in a panic.

Jane chuckled and then laughed. "Don't worry, hon, I can't get pregnant, and you won't catch anything from me."

"Then why did you buy them?" I asked.

"You'll see soon enough," she answered and turned over to lay on her back.