Tales from the Bullpen: Julie Meets Alois

By Brock Johnson

When Mike and Julie go to the Bullpen Bar, they meet the man of their dreams. What follows is a wild evening in which both Julie and Mike live out their wildest fantasy. Julie gets the satisfaction she craves. Mike gets the pain and suffering of watching his wife in another man's arms that has burned in his heart. Alois, a traveler from Germany gives them a Teutonic experience they will never forget.

"Which one do you like?" said Mike.
Julie, full figured, with wavy black hair framing a pale face, full and pink lips pursed in concentration, let her green eyes study the file of men crowding the bar this warm evening. They were of all types. Some were tall, some were not. Some were muscular and lean, their chiseled bodies visible under tight shirts. Others were large, but powerful men, with layers of fat that hid hard muscle. They were of all colors from almost milk-white to almost purple ebony. "It has to be the one we both need."
Mike and Julie sat at one of the small tables that crowded the wall opposite the bar. Although it was still early – the sun still hovered over New Jersey – most of the tables were already occupied by other couples. Like Mike and Julie, the couples surveyed the men on display against the bar.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tall Tale Depot
• Release date: Feb 16, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215903339

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Which one do you like? said Mike.

Julie, full figured, with wavy black hair framing a pale face, full and pink lips pursed in concentration, let her green eyes study the file of men crowding the bar this warm evening. They were of all types. Some were tall, some were not. Some were muscular and lean, their chiseled bodies visible under tight shirts. Others were large, but powerful men, with layers of fat that hid hard muscle. They were of all colors from almost milk-white to almost purple ebony. Julie felt her cunt moisten at the prospect of all these virile men.

She squeezed her thighs together, then replied, It has to be the one we both need.

Mike and Julie sat at one of the small tables that crowded the wall opposite the bar. Although it was still early – the sun still hovered over New Jersey – most of the tables were already occupied by other couples. Like Mike and Julie, the couples surveyed the men on display against the bar. Which one they take home? each couple asked themselves. Each couple would decide on a man, and take him home for the night.

It was a ritual that consumed this bar in mid-town Manhattan seven days a week. More, it was a tradition. Couples had sought their answers in the arms of these men for decades – for as long as there had been a need for powerful men to find the humiliation they craved.

Julie glanced at her husband and felt the combination of love and contempt well up. They'd been married for almost ten years. Everyone said it was a good match. Their romance was sweet – Mike barely touched her during their courtship. He claimed he was an old-fashioned boy and wanted to keep it nice for the marriage bed.

Julie tried to get him to do something, anything for her own satisfaction. But Mike insisted. It was all wonderful – until the wedding night. Then things had turned out very different from what she expected. Her husband, who owned a large internet service company in Queens, had not been able to consummate the marriage.

Julie, at first desperate, then annoyed, then downright angry, had tried everything. She sucked his cock. It stayed soft. She rubbed her sopping pussy all over his body. He yawned! She even told him he could fuck her in the ass. And nothing! Mike could do nothing!

Until she slapped him.

Only then did his dick twitch. She rode him then, but it had been difficult. She had to yell at him and slapped him and snarled her anger and frustration at him. That kept him interested enough to stay hard enough long enough so that Julie could get enough dick to be satisfied.

Almost satisfied.

Crying like a baby, Mike had confessed that he needed to be dominated and slapped around to get it up. He loved her, he insisted. But this was what he needed – to be abject, to be humiliated.

Julie loved Mike, she really did. But she needed the feel of a cock in