The loft glowed with soft LEDs, Naked Attraction flickering on the TV. Edibles hummed in their blood, turning every touch into warmth as they curled together under the blanket, half-laughing, half-drifting. Bunni giggled at the line-up, pointing out favorites, teasing Tian with which cocks or girls she’d choose. His hand wandered under the blanket, petting her ass as she murmured her picks, eyes wide and playful.

She sighed, drifting, the glow of the screen washing over her. “I wish I could go on this show,” she whispered, voice half a laugh. Her eyes fluttered shut. The room blurred—colors, laughter, studio lights.

Cue dream sequence.

Upbeat music. Quick cuts of Bunni walking through a park in her riding boots, scrolling her phone, swiping left with an exaggerated groan.

“The hookup apps? Total nightmare. Half the guys are fake bulls, half are assholes, and the other half think I’m looking for a boyfriend. I don’t need a boyfriend. I have Tian. I just need a bull to fuck me now and then.”

Cut to Bunni at home, flopping back dramatically onto the couch, holding her phone like it betrayed her. Pop-up graphics of cheesy bios with big red Xs: “Hung, trust me,” “Looking for love,” “No drama, ladies.”

“What I really want is simple: a big cock, thick, and used with skill. And uncut. God, there’s nothing like the feel of that skin sliding.” —but cut can be amazing too if he’s fit, older, confident, and actually knows how to fuck. Funny, patient, experienced. Someone who knows when to hold me down and when to do what Tian or I tell him. Like a good stallion—powerful, beautiful, but still trained.”

Cut to her in the kitchen, mock-seriously drawing a diagram on a whiteboard labeled “Perfect Bull.” Underneath: Big cock. Fit. Experienced. Knows when to lead, when to follow. She underlines “Big cock” twice with a grin.

Montage ends with her walking the Naked Attraction hallway, lights glowing, cameras following.

Anna’s voice: “She’s fiery, she knows what she wants, and tonight she’s hoping Naked Attraction can find her the perfect bull.”

Bunni steps onto the stage in black flowy cargo pants, a black halter top showing off her perfect boobs, black boots, blonde hair pulled into a ponytail. She smiles, playful and ready.

Anna: “So, Bunni, why are you here on Naked Attraction tonight?”

Bunni, easy grin, head tilted: “I’m looking for a bull — with a big cock that reaches everywhere inside me, all in when we’re together, but not looking to play house. Just a great fuck, that’s it. Comfortable being filmed, because Tian and I love watching our own movies. And if Tian decides to join in… even a DP isn’t off the table. He has to be up for anything.”

Anna’s brows shot up, her smile wicked. “Well, that certainly narrows the field. You’re not just looking for size, you’re looking for stamina, confidence, and a man who can play as part of a team.” She leaned in, lowering her voice conspiratorially. “So, tell me, Bunni — what does your perfect cock look like?”

Bunni laughs, hands sketching length and girth in the air. “Big and thick, with a foreskin that slides just right — perfect for sliding in my ass when I’m ready for it. That’s heaven for me. But cut is great if he’s fit and confident and knows how to use it. Older men—mid-thirties to fifties—usually do.”

Anna fanned herself, laughing. “Let’s see if anyone here measures up. Raise the pods!”

The panels slide to waist height—six colors, six cocks revealed.

Anna tips her head. “So, Bunni, do any of these catch your eye?”

Bunni’s lips curl. “Oh definitely! But soft doesn’t tell me the whole story, does it Anna? Don’t we need to see them hard to know what we’re really working with?”

Anna grins. “We thought you might say that.” She lifts a large bottle of lube and a pair of glossy black latex gloves from a table behind her.

Bunni snaps the gloves on and walks to Red. A thick, uncut BBC hanging heavy between his legs. Anna squirts lube generously on him, the liquid running down the shaft. Bunni wraps both hands around him and starts to stroke, slow at first, then pressing into jelqs that drag the skin down the length. She moans softly. “God, this foreskin… I love it.” She tugs the foreskin up over the head, then down, over and over, like she’s addicted, until Red swells thick and rock hard in her hands.

She moves to Orange. Cut, about seven, straight and veiny. She works him with both hands, jerking fast, then slowing into heavy squeezes, her grip twisting as she milks him to full hardness. “Nice, oooh, the veins. I can feel every ridge.”

Next is Yellow. Eight inches, uncut, perfect. She strokes him reverently, pulling the silky skin up and over, twisting her wrist as the head peeks out slick and swollen. “This one’s dangerous. I could play with this cock all night.” She lingers, slow and obsessive, until he’s stiff and gleaming.

Then Green. The comically oversized and cut. Anna pours lube down the monstrous shaft, and Bunni stacks her hands, jerking up and down with exaggerated strokes, lube flying. “This is ridiculous. Gorgeous, unfair, but fuck… look at it.” She jerks faster, laughing breathlessly as it grows massive in her grip.

Anna cuts in with a grin: “Careful, Bunni—this is just a test drive. You haven’t bought it yet.” Bunni blush-laughs and finally moves along.

She steps to Blue. Cut, long and lean with thick veins. She grips the base, squeezes, then runs twisting jelqs all the way to the head, over and over. “So responsive. I love how this one throbs in my hand.” He stiffens quick, cock pulsing hard.

Finally Purple. Cut, girthy shaft, thick and eager. She grips tight and starts fast, one hand pumping while the other toys the head, twisting and rolling her palm over it. Anna gestures at the row, all standing iron-hard. “Your hand-job technique seems very effective, Bunni.”

Bunni smirks. “I’ve heard that before.” Purple suddenly flashes two thumbs up beneath his pod, making them both burst out laughing. She keeps stroking until he’s rigid.

Bunni steps back, gloves glossy with lube, six cocks throbbing hard, slick under the lights.

Anna clears her throat. “Alright, Bunni. They’re all impressive, but one has to go.”

Bunni looks thoughtful. “I’ll say goodbye to Orange. He’s great—really. But I already have one just a little bigger at home, and I’m here to try something different.”

Orange’s door rises. A fit, smiling man steps out, waves. Anna beams. “This is Jake, 32, a personal trainer from Leeds. Jake, what did you think of Bunni?”

Jake grins at her. “She wasn’t kidding—those hands are dangerous.”

He turns to go. Bunni watches his backside, smirks. “Nice ass. Not as amazing as Tian’s, but nice.”

The door shuts. Five cocks remain, gleaming, dripping lube under the studio lights.

Anna turned to her with a grin. “Alright, Bunni, you’ve had your hands full with their cocks. But next, we’re moving up the body. What do you look for in a man’s chest and arms?”

Bunni smirked, brushing her hair back. “Big. Strong. I like a man who obviously works out — not just for show, but because I want to feel that strength when he’s on top of me.”

Anna laughed. “So, you’re not after the skinny boys, then?”

Bunni shook her head, smiling. “Nope. I want muscle I can grab onto. I want to feel held down, or lifted up, like I weigh nothing. If his arms don’t make me think he could throw me around, I’m not interested.”

Anna clapped her hands together. “Well, let’s see if these gentlemen measure up, shall we?”

The pods rose higher, torsos and arms now revealed above the thick, shining cocks below. The lights gleamed over muscle and skin, each man showing off his build.

Bunni strolled to Red, her eyes tracing over his chest and arms. He was broad and thick, with a dusting of hair across his pecs and a faded tattoo curling over his right shoulder. “Red looks powerful. Strong chest, strong arms. He looks like the type to pin me down and just take what he wants.”

She stepped to Yellow, whose torso was leaner, with a swimmer’s build — tight waist, well-cut abs, smooth skin except for a trail of hair leading down to that gorgeous uncut cock. “Yellow’s got definition. That V-line is dangerous. He looks like he could keep his body moving in all the right ways on top of me.”

Green made her laugh softly. His torso was massive, muscles exaggerated to match his comical cock. A bold black tattoo ran up one side of his ribs, and his chest was shaved smooth. “Green’s built like a comic book hero. Big arms, big chest… he looks like he’d pick me up and fuck me against the wall just to show off.”

Blue was different — leaner, wiry, his abs tight and his arms toned but not oversized. A faint mat of hair across his chest, trimmed but natural, gave him a rugged look. “Blue’s body is built for stamina. Not showy, but sexy. He looks like the guy who fucks you for hours without slowing down.”

Finally, Purple. Athletic, compact muscle, his chest peppered with light hair, his arms cut and strong without being bulky. A small tattoo on his biceps peeked out as he flexed. “Purple’s balanced. He’s tight, athletic, nothing wasted. Looks like he’d be reliable in bed, confident, no bullshit.”

Anna tilted her head. “So tell me, Bunni — how do you judge if a man can actually fuck? Is it something in the way they move?”

Bunni grinned slyly. “Oh, definitely. It’s all in the hips. If they’re stiff, forget it. If they’ve got good hip mobility, then I know they can really fuck.”

Anna clapped her hands together. “Well, we thought you might say that. So we’ve brought in a little test. Gentlemen — we’ve got hula hoops for you. Let’s see those hips.”

Dance music kicked in as assistants rolled hoops to the pods.

Red started, his thick body moving with surprising grace. His hoop spun easily, his cock bouncing heavily with every roll.

Bunni laughed, clapping. “Look at Red! Smooth for a big guy. I could definitely get into that rhythm.”

Yellow picked up his hoop and was even better. His hips rolled fluidly, almost dancer-like, his uncut cock swinging hypnotically with each spin.

Bunni grinned, eyes bright. “Yellow’s hips don’t lie. That’s a man who knows exactly how to move on top of me.”

Green tried next. His oversized chest and arms threw him off, the hoop clattering down almost instantly. He bent to pick it up, tried again, and the same thing happened, his giant cock swinging wildly but without rhythm.

Anna snorted. “Well, we know Green’s got the size, but maybe not the swivel.”

Bunni smirked. “Yeah, he’d probably just try to power through. Not sure that works for me long-term.”

Blue was next. Lean hips swayed, the hoop circling awkwardly but staying up for a few seconds at a time. His cock slapped against his abs with each twist.

Bunni tilted her head. “Blue’s got rhythm. Not polished, but it’s hot watching him keep at it. I like that persistence.”

Purple gave it his best, but the hoop dropped immediately. He bent, picked it up, tried again — same result. His cock bounced side to side in an almost comic way as the hoop hit the floor again.

Anna shook her head, laughing. “Purple, darling, that was tragic.”

Bunni chuckled, cool and playful. “Sexy body, but I need more hip action than that.”

The music cut and the hoops were collected. Anna turned to her. “Alright, Bunni. They’ve shown you their moves. Who’s it going to be?”

Bunni exhaled, eyes running down the line. “I’ll let Purple go. He’s hot, but I need more movement. I want someone who can keep their hips working when it counts.”

Purple’s door rose, revealing the rest of his torso as he stepped out and waved. Anna smiled. “This is Tom, 35, a carpenter from Manchester. Tom, what did you think of Bunni?”

Tom called back, “She’s gorgeous. I’d have loved a chance to prove myself properly.”

He left the stage, giving a quick look back over his shoulder.

Bunni smirked, eyes flicking over him one last time.

Four men remained, torsos gleaming under the lights, their cocks hanging loose and heavy as they waited for Bunni’s next move.

Anna leaned in with her trademark grin. “So, Bunni, what are you looking for in a face?”

Bunni smiled, thoughtful but teasing. “Confidence. Maturity. I like a man whose face tells me he knows exactly what he’s about. Not a boy, a man. Someone who looks like he’d fuck me because he can — not because he got lucky.”

Anna laughed. “Perfect answer. Let’s see if these faces fit the bill.”

The pods rose again, slowly, until four faces appeared above the torsos and swinging cocks.

Bunni walked to Red first. Mid-40s, shaved head, dark eyes, his grin calm and steady.
“Mmm. Red looks solid. That face says he’s sure of himself. Like he’d take his time, but when it mattered, he’d fuck me properly.”

Next, Yellow. Late 30s, sharp jawline, dark hair, a mischievous smile.
“Yellow’s devilish. That grin tells me he’d crack a joke, make me laugh — and then bend me over before I caught my breath. Dangerous in the best way.”

Green was next, his pod sliding higher to reveal a devastatingly handsome man in his early 30s, the cocky tilt of his head matching the sheer monster cock below.
“God…” Bunni shook her head, laughing. “Green is ridiculous. That cock, that body, and now that face? He’s hot as hell, but he knows it. He’d probably spend half the time admiring himself in the mirror while he fucked me. Still…” she glanced down at the oversized shaft hanging heavy, “I’d definitely let him.”

Finally, Blue. Late 30s, scruffy beard, kind eyes, a softer presence than the rest.
“Blue’s cute. Really cute. He’s got good energy, warm, like the kind of guy you’d curl up with. But I’m not here for sweet tonight. I want edge, not cozy.”

Anna chuckled. “So the faces made it easier? Or harder?”

Bunni smirked. “Harder. Definitely harder.”

Anna tipped her head. “But one of them has to go.”

Bunni sighed, eyes roaming the line. She finally pointed. “I’ll say goodbye to Blue. Gorgeous, really, but he’s giving me boyfriend vibes. I’m looking for bulls.”

Blue’s pod door rose. A wiry, handsome man stepped out, smiling warmly as he waved.

“This is Matt, 38, a graphic designer from Bristol,” Anna said. “Matt, what do you think of Bunni?”

Matt grinned. “She’s stunning. Whoever she picks is a lucky man.”

Bunni gave him a cool smile. “You’re sweet, and I love your vibe. Just not what I’m after tonight.”

He gave a little wave and walked offstage.

Anna turned back to her. “Well, that leaves three. Red, Yellow, and Green — each very different, each ready to prove they’ve got what it takes.”

Anna turned to her with a grin. “So far you’ve seen plenty, Bunni — but now you get to hear them. What do you look for in a man’s voice?”

Bunni smiled, tilting her head. “Confidence. I want a voice that sounds sure of itself, intelligent, like he knows what he’s saying. And just a touch of smart-ass — enough to make me laugh while he’s talking dirty.”

The pods glowed, three cocks swaying heavy below fit bodies and bold faces, tension rising for the next round.

Red stood broad and solid, chest dusted with hair, a faded tattoo across his shoulder, shaved head and steady eyes. Yellow was leaner, a swimmer’s build with defined abs, smooth skin, and a dark grin that hinted at trouble. Green was massive everywhere — thick arms, bold rib tattoo, chest shaved clean, and below him the monster cock swung heavy, matched by a handsome, self-assured smirk.

Anna turned to Bunni. “So, Bunni, you’ve had your hands on their cocks, you’ve seen their bodies, you’ve seen their faces. Now you get to hear from them. What do you want to ask?”

Bunni smiled slyly. “I want to know how good they are at teamwork. Tian and I are a team, always. Whoever I choose has to fit into that, at least for tonight. Can they work with us?”

Anna grinned. “Perfect. Gentlemen, how are you at teamwork?”

Red went first, voice deep and assured. “I’m all about playing the role the situation calls for. Sometimes I’m the star player, sometimes I’m the one setting up the shot. Doesn’t matter — I know how to lead, and I know how to back someone up. If you want me to take control, I will. If you want me to follow the play, I’ll do that too. Either way, you’ll get my best.”

Bunni nodded slowly, lips curving. “That’s hot. Knows his role, but still strong enough to lead. I like that balance.”

Yellow followed, his voice smooth, grin widening. “Teamwork’s rhythm. You set the pace, I’ll match it. You want me to fuck you in front of Tian — we’ll put on a show he won’t forget. You want me slower, I’ll stretch it out. Either way, you’ll both remember me.”

Bunni’s eyes lingered. “Confident. That’s exactly the energy I’m looking for.”

Then Green spoke, his voice low and confident, just this side of cocky. “I’m used to being the main event — that’s the truth. But I can work on a team if that’s what you want. You want a bull, I’ll be your bull. Just don’t expect me to hold back. I give everything I’ve got.”

Anna laughed, tilting her head. “Everything he’s got is… a lot, Bunni. Could you even handle that much main event?”

Bunni arched a brow, cool and playful. “Big words. But can you give everything without making it all about you?”

Green smirked but said nothing more, the cocky tilt of his head saying plenty.

Anna stepped in again, smiling. “So, Bunni, you’ve heard their answers. Who are you going to let go?”

Bunni sighed, eyes traveling the line one last time. “I’m going to let Green go. He’s gorgeous, and that cock is unbelievable. But I need someone who can play their part without turning it into the Green show. And I probably could take him in my pussy, maybe even in my ass, but DP would be out of the question with him. And I’m not ready to give up on that.”

Green’s pod door slid open. He stepped out, flexing slightly, his monster cock swinging as he gave a grin.

“This is Ryan, 31, a fitness model from London,” Anna said. “Ryan, what do you think of Bunni?”

Ryan smirked at her. “Trust me, you wouldn’t have regretted it.”

Bunni gave him a knowing smile and glanced at his cock. “That would’ve been one for the highlight reel.”

Ryan walked off, leaving the set charged with heat.

Anna turned back to her. “And then there were two. Red and Yellow. Both hung, both confident, both ready to be the bull. Bunni, the final decision is next.”

Anna turned to the camera with her trademark grin. “So far tonight, Bunni has had her hands full with six men, but we’re down to two. Red and Yellow — both fit, both confident, both very, very well hung. Who will she choose to join her? First, though, this is the part where they get to see you naked.”

She pivoted back toward Bunni, voice bright and teasing. “Off you go, strip off those clothes.”

Bunni gave a little laugh, cheeks flushed, and walked between the two pods toward the dressing room.

With her gone, Anna stepped toward the finalists. “Let’s meet our two finalists properly. This is Marcus, 42, a strength coach. Broad, powerful, steady — he’s been confident from the very first round. And next to him we have Luca, 37, a photographer. Lean, defined, uncut — he’s promised to put on a show.”

She smiled at both men. “Alright, gentlemen, congratulations on making it this far. Did you think you’d get here tonight?”

Marcus grinned, his deep voice steady. “I hoped so. From the start, I felt like we clicked. I’m glad she kept me around.”

Luca nodded. “Same here. She’s gorgeous, and she knows what she wants. I just wanted to prove I was the right fit.”

Anna tilted her head. “And what do you think of your competition?”

Marcus glanced at Luca, smiling. “He’s solid. Strong. Whoever she picks, she’s in good hands.”

Luca returned the smile. “Marcus’s has presence, no doubt. I respect that. Honestly, she can’t go wrong.”

Anna’s grin widened. “Last question, boys — are you excited to finally see Bunni naked?”

Marcus’s grin deepened. “Excited doesn’t even cover it.”

Luca’s eyes sparkled. “I’ve been waiting all night for this.”

Anna turned dramatically toward the entrance. “Well, no more waiting. Here she is — naked Bunni!”

Bunni stepped back on stage, completely nude. 5’6”, athletic, her big tits perfect and full, her ass round and breathtaking, curves in all the right places. Her striking blue eyes shone with nervous, excited energy, her smile wide as she walked forward.

Anna fanned herself. “Well, gentlemen, what do you think?”

Marcus’s voice was low, admiring. “She’s beautiful. Athletic, curvy, perfect tits. I’d love to see and feel her riding me.”

Luca’s voice followed, just as hungry. “Her body’s incredible. Bunni, turn around for me.”

She smirked and did, showing off her ass. Luca nodded appreciatively. “That’s unreal. Absolutely stunning.”

Anna turned back to her, voice bright with drama. “Well, Bunni, here we are. The moment of truth. You’ve narrowed it down from six to two, and there couldn’t be a harder choice. Marcus — strong, steady, built to take control. And Luca — lean, confident, promising to give you rhythm you’ll never forget. But the rules say you can only pick one man to take forward. So, Bunni… who’s it going to be?”

Bunni looked from Marcus to Luca, her eyes darting between them, biting her lip. Her tits rose and fell with quick, nervous breaths. She laughed softly, almost shaking her head. “This is so hard.” She paused, her lips curling into a wicked grin. “I don’t want to choose. I want both of them.”

Anna gasped theatrically, then broke into a laugh. “Well! That’s a first. But why not? Bunni, here are your bulls!”

Marcus and Luca stepped forward together. She hugged them, but they picked her up easily, sandwiching her between them for a moment — her tits pressed to Marcus’s chest, Luca’s cock brushing her ass, Marcus’s pressed against her stomach. She laughed, squealing with surprise, before they set her down gently.

Anna shook her head, chuckling. “Well, the next time you see each other, you’ll still be naked!”

Bunni grinned, reaching down with both hands, wrapping her fingers around their cocks. She tugged them forward, leading them off stage as the lights blazed and Anna’s voice carried over the close.

“Bunni came here looking for one bull, and left with two. Now that’s what I call a happy ending!”

The three of them disappeared into the wings, smiles wide, bodies gleaming under the lights.

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