My Lady's Cuck
My wife had convinced me to let her place me in chastity about a week after we started dating in high school. She would decide when and where we went on dates, who our friends would be, and all major relationship issues. She made the arrangement permanent on our wedding night what seemed like forever ago. After she locked it up for the last time and filled the lock with crazy glue as the assembled guests and I looked on. I needed no ring. The new metal, custom-made chastity device she had acquired sufficed as my wedding jewelry.
Once or twice a day since then, she’d fuck my ass until the heavy prostate massage made me cum hard right through the metal device on my dick. She told me it was for my own good but delighted in watching me moan and squirt. She would then force my head to the floor and make me lick up my own spooge if she had chosen to fuck me doggy style. If she chose to fuck me missionary, she would scoop cum off my chest with her dainty fingers and feed it to me.
“Ooh, my slave is doing such a good job,” she’d hold my head to her task and coo if she had made me cum on the floor. She would look at me as though she were feeding a toddler if she were scooping it up from my stomach. Her mouth would open slightly, and her eyebrows would raise. I found the looks on her face to be quite endearing and cute.
“Thank you, Mistress,” I would respond as I obediently lapped and sucked. I was at the point where I looked forward to this kind of treatment from her. She had made me her obedient slave through years of conditioning. Now, she held all the power, all the cards.
This went on for weeks and weeks. Weeks became months and then months became years as she trained me to be her slave and satisfy her every whim. When she wanted to feel a cock inside her, she'd put a double ended dildo into my mouth and strap it around my head. Then she’d climb aboard and fuck herself on that or have me drive it onto her from behind with a device she strapped onto my waist. Other times, she would hustle me into a strap-on harness and bounce up and down on top with the heat and moisture from her cunt tantalizing my little dick to life inside his cage, causing me further consternation.
One day at breakfast, she mentioned that she craved a real man's cock in her pussy. I didn't know what to say. I was locked in chastity and didn't have much in the dick department in the first place. I was utterly unprepared for what she said next.
“I'm going to find a real man to fuck me tonight,” she said in a matter of fact tone. She had made her decision, and it was final. Anything that I might have had to add was inconsequential, and I knew it.
I was dumbfounded by the decision that she had made and just stared at her, but I had been conditioned to be a slave for so long that I meekly responded with the words, “Yes, Mistress,” in a hollow voice. I was so weak by this time that I offered no pushback to her at all. She smiled as she watched the look on my face, then sipped her coffee and went back to examining her phone.
A few days later, I drew her a bath in the late afternoon, washed her thoroughly, and shaved her sweet little pussy smooth. She got out of the tub, and I dried her off as usual. She then commanded me to my knees, took my head in her hand, and bid me to follow her as she backed against the wall. She leaned against it, spread her legs, and pushed my face into her sweet cunt. “Make me cum!” she commanded in a husky voice and pulled my head into her twat.
I set my tongue in motion and began working over her tight little twat. Sliding my tongue through her tangy twat I curled the tip around her swelling clitty, like I knew she loved. She moaned as my tongue moved lazily around, getting her wet and ready. Following her silent instructions, my tongue roamed over her cooze, dipping into her hot fuck hole and tickling her swollen clitty until she began to squeal and cum. Little did I know I was merely fluffing her for greater events to come later that evening.
She told me to clean the bathroom thoroughly and then exited. I followed her commands, cleaning the toilet, tub, sink, and then the floor. When I exited the room, I noticed that she was dressed to the nines, all made up and ready to go out.
“How do I look?” she asked.
“You look gorgeous, Mistress,” I responded in a flat, lifeless tone. I was still a little dumbfounded when the full meaning of the situation dawned on me and set in.
She smiled as called a cab and grabbed her long black jacket. “I'll be home late,” she grinned. “Get all your chores done and wait up for me!” she commanded as she opened the door and stepped out into the night.
About an hour later, I was diligently working on the chores she had set out for me my cell phone buzzed. I took it out and already knew it was a message from her. This was my invisible leash, and she used it often. This time, there was an image. Opened it to find a picture of my once-sweet wife dressed in a lacy red bra that barely held her huge tits, a matching red garter belt, and stockings with one of the biggest cocks I've ever seen in her mouth. Her eyes were on the camera as though looking at me to gauge my reaction. There was a caption under it that read, “Look, Honey! He's in my mouth!”
The next pic showed her going down deeply on him, taking his immense manhood down her throat. The caption on this one read, “He's so nice and big!” My eyes widened when I saw this pic. “Where on earth did she learn to do that?” I thought.
For the next hour or so, a steady stream of pics with my darling wife and Mistress in various compromising positions with many me men. She had gone from being my sweet wife to a raving slut in almost no time. I found myself becoming aroused as I perused the pics she was sending me. My pecker strained against the chastity device she had caged me in as I watched her engage in coitus with the men around her.
I drank coffee to stay awake while I viewed the images shifting across the screen of my phone and wished I wasn't in chastity so I could jerk off and relieve the pressure that was steadily building in my blue balls and making them ache. I had finished most of my chores already and was now having trouble concentrating on tasks with the memories of the images of my wife floating through my head.
The next message contained a video. After viewing the previous pics, I was anxious to see what the video was. It opened on my wife's face contorted in the throes of ecstasy and the sounds of her moans filled the speakers. As the video panned back, I could see that she was on her hands and knees with a very fit man with his hands on her hips pounding in and out of her pussy from behind. “O-oh, y-you are s-so g-good!” she managed through rasping breaths. I had only ever seen my wife like this when I had my face in her crotch. I knew from the look that she was cumming and was somehow glad for her.
The pics and the videos finally stopped coming and I assumed that she was on the way home. I scurried about and did the final straightening in preparation for her homecoming. I was completely unprepared for what happened next.
As she unlocked the door, I assumed the position on my knees and off to one side as she had trained me, her faithful servant. The door opened and through it stepped my darling wife and Mistress followed by the man who had been behind her in the first video she sent! I was aghast. I couldn't believe that she would bring him home so fast, but here they were, and I was expected to field this pitch.
They entered the house as she turned around, flung the door closed, took him in her arms, and kissed him deeply. I recognized him from most of the pics she had sent. She then looked at me, kneeling on the floor and watching her intently. She laughed and introduced the man in her arms to her cuke on his knees. “Lionel,” she started as she faced him, “meet my cuke of a husband,” as she cuddled closer to him. “Lionel is great!” she giggled toward me. He chuckled in a bass voice and kissed her again. I knelt on the floor with a stunned expression on my face.
“Lionel wants to watch you clean my pussy, so come here and make yourself useful, you little Cuke!” she ordered as she backed into the wall, spread her legs, and hoisted her skirt to expose her pantyless pussy.
“Yes, Mistress,” I mumbled, displaying the control she wielded over me as I began to shuffle toward her on my knees. I could feel Lionel's eyes watching intently as I approached her. When I came within range, I felt her hand on the back of my head, urging me forward, guiding my face toward her full and cum-dripping cunt.
“Clean me all out,” she purred as my tongue made contact with her sopping wet and swollen slot. She sighed deeply as she maneuvered my tongue into her sloppy fuck hole, full of the cum of other men. I slurped the mixture tentatively from her cooze as she pressed down on my head, urging me closer and Lionel looked on. She dropped her other hand down to gain more purchase on my head and pulled my face into her pussy hard. “Eat it out, you little cunt!” she growled as she slapped the back of my head to indicate punishment for noncompliance. “Eat it good, Cuke!” I redoubled my efforts and soon she was wailing and squealing as my tongue worked her tender twat.
When she was satisfied that I was finished, she picked up my leash and put her arm around Lionel. The two of them walked arm in arm and I trailed behind, almost forgotten. There, she flipped a switch to ignite the electric candlelight as she passed the entry to our inner sanctum which she was about to share with another man, regardless of how I felt. I steeled myself for t experience as she brought out the restraint chair that she had had me make to be chained to. “Sit down,” she ordered, pointing to the hardwood seat of the chair. I immediately obeyed and she placed the manacles around my wrists and ankles, ensuring that I could only watch but not interfere.
Then, she sat on the end of the bed, in my full view, and invited Lionel to stand in front of her. She glanced over at me mischievously as she began to undo his zipper. She then released his button and splayed his pants open, revealing his speedo-like briefs with his cock looking much like a giant banana in a hammock. She slid his trousers down his legs as I looked on, exposing the biggest cock I had seen in my entire life. Hooking her thumbs into the waistband she pulled the cloth down, exposing his monstrous prong. It was a good ten inches long and very thick.
“Look, Honey! Doesn’t he have a wonderful cock!” she giggled as she wrapped her fingers around his prick and showed it to me. “Not like your little dicklet!” she laughed as she flicked the end of my pecker.
“Yes, Mistress,” I agreed, mainly because I didn’t have any other choice. She then put the head of his monster between her lips. “Mmm, and he tastes so good!” she cooed as she eyed my squirms of discomfort with delight. He put his hands on her head and pressed, sliding his cock deeper into her mouth as she slurped and licked his massive member while I sat helpless, manacled to a hard backed wooden chair. They both stripped his clothes off as he continued to probe her mouth and throat with his immense prong.
He was harder than a rock when she finally withdrew him from her mouth and throat. She looked at me and smiled. “Magnificent, don’t you think Honey?” she asked as she proceeded to strip out of her skirt and blouse leaving the red lingerie.
“You are gorgeous, Babe,” Lionel cooed to her in his dulcet bass tones. She smiled and lay back on the bed, spreading her legs while wrapping her arms around them to hold her ankles up around her ears, inviting him to push his prick into her perfectly prepared pussy.
Suddenly, Lionel looked over at me as I sat manacled to the chair. “What about him?” he asked as he jerked his thumb in my direction.
“What about him?” she replied. “I mean, who else but a complete cuke of a man would let his wife lock him up in permanent chastity and only let him cum through anal stimulation, then manacle him into a chair to watch her first bull take her,” she laughed, humiliating me in front of Lionel, further destroying my will to resist her and grinding my manhood into dust.
He chuckled and shrugged as he climbed on the bed, hungrily eyeing my supine hot wife. From the moment his cock head touched her puffy outer pussy lips, I knew things would never be the same again. I watched his member begin to penetrate her ever so slowly, and the air being pushed out of her lungs like an industrial piston as he moved in on her. She moaned deeply, and looked over at me, again, to gauge my reaction.
I was locked on to the action happening in front of me. It was like watching a car accident occur in slow motion. I just couldn’t look away. I realized that I never could satisfy my wife the way this man was and wallowed in my inadequacy.
“Oh, Lionel!” she squealed as he bushed her cervix. “You are so fucking good! Nobody has ever fucked me as well as you do!” I felt another dig from her as we had made love a few times long ago, just after we first met. Her attacks on my ego had their effect over time. It was already on life support as it was, and this was likely to kill it completely.
Lionel began to round into high gear with her legs propped against his shoulders. His powerful hips plunged his massive cock in and out of her sopping wet cooze as she lay squealing and groaning her immense pleasure into the night as I had never heard before. The air huffed in and out of his lungs like a locomotive taking gas into its combustion chambers as the fingers of his enormous hands curled around her hips and held her tight. He was the Alpha in full control and was determined to make sure that she loved every minute of it.
Without warning, he withdrew from her like a shot and skillfully flipped her over with one powerful motion of his arms. She landed on the bed on her chest with an excited squeal as he pulled her hips back toward him and plunged his prong back into her soft, hot quiff, and began to fuck her like a beast.
Watching that scene unfold in front of me was like watching a collision between two high speed trains. The sight is truly ghastly, but it’s also so morbidly exciting and interesting that I couldn’t look away. I witnessed my wife’s furtive looks at me gauging my reactions and realized that the whole display that was going on in front of my eyes was not for her or Lionel. It was for me.
Lionel had balled a fistful of her long, beautiful auburn hair into his massive hand and was groaning and grunting as his immense control began to wind down. My wife was screaming and wailing in the throes of her umpteenth orgasm as he rocketed in and out of her steaming cunt. A sheen of perspiration now enveloped him in his exertion and began to run in rivulets forming drops on his alabaster skin.
Whenever she glanced over at me, her eyes betrayed her feelings. She was completely lost in a world of her sensation as his constant pounding sent shockwaves trembling throughout her entire system. Her thighs were visibly quivering, and her D-cup breasts swung crazily as he slammed in and out of her sloppy and soaked fuck hole. “Oh fuck, Lionel! Yes! You feel so huge and hard! You fuck like a beast! Fuck my cunt hard! Pound me harder!” she screamed as she endured his punishment.
I watched the sweat dripping from him as he rammed into her for the final time and stiffened. His entire body tensed, and he gritted his teeth and growled as he dug in deep for those extra few seconds before his primary explosion. He pulled and pressed into her with his eyes closed as he released, detonating like a nuclear bomb deep inside her.
As the first drops of his hot semen began to splash inside her, she began to wail, “Yes, yes, yes!” Cum hard, Baby! Fill my pussy up! So hot!”
He let go of her hair and she dropped forward as he deposited the last few drops of his semen into her throbbing quiff. She continued to moan incoherently as her head whipped from side to side in her ecstasy. She had loved every second of her display.
He slowly withdrew from her, and she collapsed onto her side to breathe heavily for the next several minutes. He lay down beside her and encompassed him in his strong arms as she enjoyed aftershocks not roaming through her body causing a moment of hysteria within her each time another one struck.
Abruptly, she raised her head and glanced up and over at me as if just remembering I was in the room. She smiled as she began to disentangle herself from Lionel’s arms and crawled toward the edge of the bed with a look of intent on her Fibonacci perfect face.
Taking the key for the cuffs that held me into the chair from the nightside table. Rising on unsteady legs, she approached me and proceeded to undo the restraints. She then took me by the hand and began to retreat toward the bed. She lay back on the bed crooking her finger at me with a sultry look in her eyes. “Come on up,” she said in a smiling, smoky voice while patting the sheets.
“Yes Mistress,” I responded as I climbed up on the bed with Lionel watching the proceedings intently. As I neared, she took my head in her hands and pressed my lips toward her crotch while she smiled wickedly at me.
“Clean my cream pie, you little Cuck!” she demanded as she hastily grabbed a fistful of my short hair and swiftly pushed my lips to her soaking wet cunt. She had never called me a cuck before, and I had a feeling that her degradation of me was about to get far worse than it ever had been now that we had crossed this threshold. Obedient to her command, I began my appointed task.
Sliding my tongue through her sopping wet slot, I heard her first breaths of pleasure escape her as I settled down to clean Lionel’s cum out of her sweet cooze and make her orgasm again in the process. The only thing that she enjoyed about me was my tongue and what she had managed to train it to do.
Once she had regained her senses, she positioned Lionel and me beside one another. “Look at this cock, Honey! Isn’t it magnificent?” she twittered as she lovingly stroked him in one hand. “Not like the pee-wee thing you have!” she giggled as she flicked the head of my tiny cock and lovingly mouthed the head of his prick again. “Now, go sit on your chair,” she ordered. “Lionel and I want to enjoy some afterglow,” she giggled while smiling at him.
I squirmed off the bed and sat down again on the homemade, hard backed chair where I had a front row seat to the two of them cuddling and cooing at each other on the bed. I looked on in more morbid fascination, wondering what was to come of all this.
She looked up at me again with a devilish grin. “Come and lay crossways on the bed with your head on the edge,” she commanded.
Yes, Mistress,” I responded and began to move in her direction.
“Hurry up!” she complained in an exasperated tone as she clipped my ass with her hand to hasten the process. Her incentive worked and I hurried into the location she had indicated. She then climbed aboard above me in a sixty-nine position and settled her sopping wet squirm down over my lips and began to wash my face. She took the head of my caged little phallus and brought it toward her mouth, breathing her hot breath on it as she came. She slipped it in and sucked gently on just the head, instantly making me hard.
“Come around here, Baby,” she smiled at him. Lionel was not slow on the uptake and leapt at the opportunity. Soon I heard her satisfied sucking and slurping sounds as her lips rode up and down on his immense cock. She trapped my little
“Fuck me, Lionel,” she whispered as she released his prong from his mouth. “I want this little Cuke to see what it looks like close up when a real man fucks me hard!”
“Okay, Baby,” he grunted in a low husky voice. I watched in morbid fascination as Lionel climbed off the bed and strolled behind her, fisting his cock as he approached. His large hands curled around her hips again as I licked between her puffy, red pussy lips, and witnessed the bulbous head of his massive manhood push between them as if in slow motion. She moaned loudly. “Oh, fuck yeah!” she cried as she ground her clitty down on my face as he began to pick up his tempo. I was completely enthralled with the motion and smoothness of his shaft as it passed in and out of her sloppy, wet fuck hole as I flickered my tongue over and sucked the hard little nut that her luscious clit had become.
She was wailing and squealing when he slipped his cock out of her squirting pussy. “Open up,” he commanded. I had no choice but to part my jaws and allow him to take my mouth and throat in any manner that he wanted. I did as I was directed and he pushed between my lips, through my mouth, and down my throat for the first of many times. He withdrew from my mouth and slid back inside my wife’s waiting pussy, allowing me to go back to my original task while my wife squealed with delight.
He did this several times before she collapsed forward, whimpering, and panting for breath. She slid off my body and lay on the bed gasping and quivering in delight as aftershocks once again wracked her body. Lionel lay down beside her and took her in his arms, curling her away from me as I lay like a used and forgotten toy beside them.
“Move down to the bottom of the bed and massage my feet,” she ordered.
“Yes Mistress,” I dutifully replied as I moved to follow her command.
The pair of them lay in each other's arms while I massaged and mouthed her feet. Suddenly, Lionel looked up. “So, he’s your slave then, is he?” he asked.
“Yes, he most certainly is!” she answered joyfully, “and now, he’s my cuke, too!” she giggled triumphantly as if some milestone in her life had been reached.
“I wanna have some more of him,” he stated in a smoldering voice as my blood crystalized in my veins.
“He wants more of me?” I fretted, hoping that she would say no to this foray, preferring to keep me to herself. No such luck.
“That’s a hot idea! I would love to watch you dominate this little cuckolded suck hole!” she squealed and clapped as she glanced at me with a look of wicked intent.
I watched Lionel turn and look down at me massaging my Mistress’ feet with a frozen heart. This was the first time she had ever given anyone permission to touch me, and now I feared what he might do. He clambered off the bed, all the while fixing me with a wicked grin. He pointed to a spot on the floor in front of him and snapped his fingers. “Here!” he commanded.
I froze and looked to my Mistress. “Go on!” she scolded as she glared at me from beneath knit eyebrows.
I scampered off the bed and stood on the spot that Lionel had pointed to. He placed his huge paws on both of my shoulders and began to press down. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what he wanted, and I began to sink to my knees, dreading being forced to participate in sexual acts in front of her. My nightmare came true as he began to fist his cock and tap my lips with the head of it.
“Put it in his mouth,” she suggested in a husky, smoky voice as she watched my debauchery with great mirth and interest from her vantage point on the bed.
Lionel looked down as he towered imposingly over me. “Open up!” was his next command. I had no choice in the matter and spread my jaws to accommodate his great girth once again. My Mistress had already taught me the finer points of cocksucking on the end of her various dildos strapped to her waist.
As he pressed further into my mouth, my wife let out a squeal of delight. “Always wanted to watch him take a nice, big cock!” she giggled in excitement. She was getting wet while we performed for her.
I felt the head of his huge cock brush the back of my throat, and force its way into my throat, temporarily cutting off my breathing. He pulled back between my teeth, allowing me to catch my breath before forcing his cock down my throat until his balls rested on my chin and my body danced and jerked before him.
“Oh, he looks so cute!” she giggled as she watched her beau dominate me. Glancing over, I saw her animated eyes fixed on what he was doing to me with glee and sexual intent.
She truly enjoyed seeing Lionel dominate me. She lay on the bed propped up on her elbows, giggling, and laughing as he had his way with my body, manhandling me the way he was.
“Wanna see something cool?” she presently enquired with her grin of wickedness returning. He stopped manipulating my body momentarily and looked over at her.
“Okay, what?” replied Lionel as he extracted his king, can sized phallus from my throat and mouth. I collapsed back on my knees, gasping for breath.
“Stand him up here,” she suggested. I felt my body being raised and set down on my feet so that I was bent over the edge of the bed. I heard her shuffling off behind me and knew that whatever she was planning, would only add to my degradation and humiliation.
She suddenly stood beside me and roughly bent me over to make me view which dildo she had installed in her strap-on harness. My eyes widened when I saw the fourteen-inch special that she threatened to use for special occasions dangling from the apparatus. I choked when I saw it but dared not speak a word for fear of what they would do to me. She’d never fucked me with that leviathan before, and I feared what it would do to me now. We were in uncharted waters now, and I feared that there may be monsters nearby.
“Oh, damn, lady!” exclaimed Lionel. “That thing is huge!” he laughed. “You’re gonna cram all of that in there?”
“Every last inch!” she giggled as she assumed a position aft of me and Lionel continued reaming my throat, fucking it like he would fuck the tuna of a whore. He would cram every inch down my throat until his balls rested on my chin, staying there until I was struggling and ready to pass out through lack of oxygen before withdrawing and letting me gulp for air.
She was kind tonight, and I felt the cool sensation of lube being dribbled into my crack and massaged into my hole. The enormous head of her life-like, fourteen-inch prong touched my asshole and I jumped forward.
“Oh, Baby, that’s wild!” Lionel crooned as she began to work her monstrous prong inside my ass. “I saw a cuck gettin’ boned by a she-cock that big before!”
“Feel free to watch! I think he likes it!” she giggled. “He’s gonna take it all tonight!” I shuddered again as her words of law echoed around the room and I dangled from Lionel’s huge dong. He reached down and spread the globes of my ass apart to witness her prosthetic prong disappearing inch by inch into my ass. I grunted and groaned as Lionel pulled his dick from my throat, allowing me to breathe.
When her hips finally nestled inside the crack of my ass, she leaned close to me and whispered, “You have it all now. All fourteen inches! I’m so proud of you. For that, you may cum when you’re ready.” A different kind of shiver ran through me upon this revelation.
“Thank you, Mistress,” I whispered gratefully as I felt the vibrations in my body grow as the countdown to m my orgasm began.
“He took it all?” asked Lionel a little incredulously. “Holy fuck!” he exclaimed as he bent and peered at the joint between my wife and me. “I’ll be damned, he did take it all! How many times have you done this to him?”
“Including this time?” I heard my wife ask.
“Yes,” he answered.
“Once,” she giggled. “I’ve never used it on him before, but I have threatened. I thought that since this was a special occasion, I would haul it out for his first time,” she finished as she grasped my hips with her soft, dainty hands and began to press in and out with her excellent hip action. With her disposition and all the practice she’d had pegging me, she could fuck better and had better hip action than a lot of men.
Impaled as I was there on her prosthetic prong and Lionel’s crammed into my throat, halfway to my stomach, the pair of them happily spit roasted me as I accepted the punishment they dished out. I stood between them and moaned and groaned as Lionel would let me.
“Okay,” she muttered as she withdrew the entire fourteen inches from my now gaping ass. “I wanna lay him on his back now and fuck him missionary,” she giggled. Lionel withdrew from my throat, and I collapsed, gasping, to the bed. I was dimly aware of a blindfold being placed over my eyes and my body being placed in a supine position on the bed with my neck resting on the mattress edge. I felt Lionel’s hands being placed on my head as he reasserted his dominance and his huge member being reinserted into the heat of my stretched and relaxed throat.
She climbed up on the edge and swiveled my legs, so my ankles rested near my ears. I felt the immense cock she wore sliding easily inside me again. “Watch this,” she giggled. “I’m going to make him cum like a girl,” she giggled as s
Over time, the prostate massage she was blessing me with was beginning to have its effect. I moaned and groaned as Lionel would let me under her anal assault. Precum was flowing through my cage freely as I could feel the excitement building up inside me.
She dipped her finger into the stream and said, “He’s close,” as a matter of fact, and proceeded to shift gears to fuck me even harder and faster. “I’m gonna make him cum in front of you!” she gloated.
Lionel withdrew from my mouth to stand back and watch the circus now happening in front of him. “You can do that?” he asked as he fisted his huge cock.
“Yes!” she exclaimed delightedly. “It’s the only way I’ve let him cum since before we were married!”
She pumped in and out a few more times before thick, white cum burst embarrassingly forth from the tip of my prison, emptying onto my chest and stomach as I moaned and squealed in pleasure.
“See?” she asked. “he hasn’t cum any other way for so long that he just explodes when I fuck him like that, just like a girl!” she giggled as she dug at my failing ego once again. She proceeded to scoop up the thick, white liquid and tuck it between my lips with an expression of sheer gratification on her face while Lionel watched.
“Have you ever let a man fuck him?” Lionel asked suddenly.
“No,” answered the wife a little pensively. “What did you have in mind?
“If he’s never had a man, I want to bust his cherry,” he replied.
“Why Lionel, I would never have guessed,” she chuckled. “Why yes, if you want to fuck him, be my guest!’ she said as she sat back on her elbows at the head of the bed. “C’mere Cuke. Put that face between my legs and make tongue useful while I watch him fuck you,” she commanded as she jerked her straps up to reveal her pretty, pink, little pussy.
Yes, Mistress,” I answered as I climbed onto the bed and between her legs to begin licking her steaming slot again. I felt Lionel shuffling up behind me and placing the head of his immense manhood against my gaping hole and easily pressing in after the pounding that my wife and mistress had just given me with her fourteen-inch dong.
“Man, he’s loose after the pounding you gave him!” exclaimed Lionel as he plugged right into my destroyed ass and began to plumb my depths. He placed a hand on my hip gripping me tightly and slapped my ass, much to my wife’s delight. “Like that do you, Baby?”
“Oh, yes!” she giggled as he slapped me again. With both of her hands on my head forcing my mouth into her cooze, I could do nothing but take the punishment they were dishing out to me. He began to slap my tender ass in time with his thrusts as my wife giggled and laughed, partially at his antics and partially at my torment.
For the first time, and not the last, time in my life, I had a live cock rubbing my prostate. The sensations were different than the strap-on from the wife somehow. It was live and pulsating inside my anus, causing me to moan and squeal even louder as he fucked and slapped my ass.
“I think he likes it!” she squealed in amusement.
“Yeah,” huffed Lionel as he plunged in and out. He stopped slapping my ass to seize my other hip and sent shockwaves rioting throughout my entire system. I felt my senses beginning to dissolve into the sensations at both ends of my body.
She grabbed me by the hair and raised my head to look at my now dripping lips and glazed face. “Do you like this, honey?” she asked in a very sweet, soft voice through her brilliant smile. “Do you love it?”
I gazed up at her through frenzied eyes. “Yes Mistress,” I whispered in a delirious response.
She shoved my head roughly back into her cunt and squealed, “He loves it! Fuck him harder!” As he blasted away at my ass, I licked her quiff, tasted her fuck hole, and tantalized her hard little clitty as she had taught me. Her orgasm announced its return with a quivering that encompassed her and a wailing scream from her lips.
She let go of my head in the throes of her pleasure. Immediately, he roughly grabbed both of my arms and hauled them up behind me to fully arch my back to slam his solid prick ever harder up my succulent ass. I felt the drops of perspiration begin to fall like rain on the globes of my ass as he ramped up his exertions. That boy could fuck! For the second time, that evening precum was flowing from my little prong, and I knew I was in danger of cumming again.
I hung my head in the embarrassment of my wife hearing my admission and then trumpeting it to her bull while she watched her bull turn my ass into his personal cunt. She was squealing and clapping and loving every minute of it. “Oh, that’s so hot!” she cried.
“I w-want t-to c-come in his a-ass!” huffed Lionel as I felt his cock swell slightly, signaling that he was coming to the end of his endurance.
“Wherever you want, Baby,” cooed my wife as she watched him fuck me with great interest marbled through her smoky steel-grey eyes. She kept her small fist balled up in my hair to maintain her dominance and ensure that my lips and tongue were doing exactly what she wanted them to do.
He abruptly stiffened and rammed his huge cock deep inside my well fucked ass. A splash of heat from the tip of his prong triggered my second orgasm of the evening. “Oh, look!” she twittered. “You’ve made him cum like a girl too! That is so hot!” It was true. He took my anal virginity and made me cum doing it.
My wife kept her grip on my head as I continued to work her sloppy and sopping wet pussy. She got so turned on watching Lionel abuse me that I was positive that this would not be a one-off occurrence.
By this time, it was starting to get late. “There’s not going to be enough room for the three of us in here,” she stated, although there was enough room for an army. Turning to me, she said, “You’ll have to sleep on the floor. That’s ok, isn’t it?” she teased as her eyes flashed with evil intent.
I was utterly trapped and taken aback. “Yes, Mistress,” I woodenly replied as I began to head for the edge of the bed. Her hand came down hard on my backside, and I yelped and jumped. “Hurry up!” she commanded. I scramble off the bed to the carpet below.
For the rest of the night, I listened to the two of them participate in a chesterfield rugby tournament as I shivered under a thin blanket on the floor. I would be awoken occasionally from a fitful sleep by the sounds of my wife squealing, moaning, groaning, and wailing as I had never heard her sound before. It was disturbing but then somehow somewhat appealing at the same time. I settled in to try to sleep and consider my fate.
In the morning, I was roughly shaken awake. “Get up, you lazy oaf!” my wife rasped at me. “We have to see our guest out the door!” She scurried over to Lionel to hold his shirt for him and kiss him lightly on the neck, making sure I saw each tender peck. When he was ready, the two of them strode to the front door with me in tow.
“So, next week Baby?” Lionel asked as the two of them shared an intimate embrace while I sat back and watched. This told me that their meeting was not a one-off thing and would be ongoing. I would just have to make my way through as best as I could
“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” she replied tenderly as he saw him out the door. She closed it behind him then whirled to face me and grabbed my hand. “C’mon,” she demanded as she quickly headed for the bedroom while I padded nervously after her.
When we arrived, she pushed me onto my back on the bed, grabbed my legs, and hauled me down to about halfway. With all the grace of a puma, she was up on the bed and stalking toward her prey with fire in her eyes. “Oh, Baby!” she cooed at me. “That was magnificent! You were great last night!” as she slowly crawled forward toward me. My eyes widened as she neared my body and began to stroke me delicately along my sides.
This was an entirely different reaction than I was expecting. She placed her knees on either side of my head and lowered her still dripping pussy lips to my mouth. “He filled my twat up after you got off the bed last night,” she mentioned in an offhand way as she took my head in her hands. “Be a dear and clean out my pussy?”
“Yes, Mistress,” I responded without thought or hesitation. I complied with her command and confirmed once again that I was now, and always would be, irrevocably hers.
My wife had convinced me to let her place me in chastity about a week after we started dating in high school. She would decide when and where we went on dates, who our friends would be, and all major relationship issues. She made the arrangement permanent on our wedding night what seemed like forever ago. After she locked it up for the last time and filled the lock with crazy glue as the assembled guests and I looked on. I needed no ring. The new metal, custom-made chastity device she had acquired sufficed as my wedding jewelry.
Once or twice a day since then, she’d fuck my ass until the heavy prostate massage made me cum hard right through the metal device on my dick. She told me it was for my own good but delighted in watching me moan and squirt. She would then force my head to the floor and make me lick up my own spooge if she had chosen to fuck me doggy style. If she chose to fuck me missionary, she would scoop cum off my chest with her dainty fingers and feed it to me.
“Ooh, my slave is doing such a good job,” she’d hold my head to her task and coo if she had made me cum on the floor. She would look at me as though she were feeding a toddler if she were scooping it up from my stomach. Her mouth would open slightly, and her eyebrows would raise. I found the looks on her face to be quite endearing and cute.
“Thank you, Mistress,” I would respond as I obediently lapped and sucked. I was at the point where I looked forward to this kind of treatment from her. She had made me her obedient slave through years of conditioning. Now, she held all the power, all the cards.
This went on for weeks and weeks. Weeks became months and then months became years as she trained me to be her slave and satisfy her every whim. When she wanted to feel a cock inside her, she'd put a double ended dildo into my mouth and strap it around my head. Then she’d climb aboard and fuck herself on that or have me drive it onto her from behind with a device she strapped onto my waist. Other times, she would hustle me into a strap-on harness and bounce up and down on top with the heat and moisture from her cunt tantalizing my little dick to life inside his cage, causing me further consternation.
One day at breakfast, she mentioned that she craved a real man's cock in her pussy. I didn't know what to say. I was locked in chastity and didn't have much in the dick department in the first place. I was utterly unprepared for what she said next.
“I'm going to find a real man to fuck me tonight,” she said in a matter of fact tone. She had made her decision, and it was final. Anything that I might have had to add was inconsequential, and I knew it.
I was dumbfounded by the decision that she had made and just stared at her, but I had been conditioned to be a slave for so long that I meekly responded with the words, “Yes, Mistress,” in a hollow voice. I was so weak by this time that I offered no pushback to her at all. She smiled as she watched the look on my face, then sipped her coffee and went back to examining her phone.
A few days later, I drew her a bath in the late afternoon, washed her thoroughly, and shaved her sweet little pussy smooth. She got out of the tub, and I dried her off as usual. She then commanded me to my knees, took my head in her hand, and bid me to follow her as she backed against the wall. She leaned against it, spread her legs, and pushed my face into her sweet cunt. “Make me cum!” she commanded in a husky voice and pulled my head into her twat.
I set my tongue in motion and began working over her tight little twat. Sliding my tongue through her tangy twat I curled the tip around her swelling clitty, like I knew she loved. She moaned as my tongue moved lazily around, getting her wet and ready. Following her silent instructions, my tongue roamed over her cooze, dipping into her hot fuck hole and tickling her swollen clitty until she began to squeal and cum. Little did I know I was merely fluffing her for greater events to come later that evening.
She told me to clean the bathroom thoroughly and then exited. I followed her commands, cleaning the toilet, tub, sink, and then the floor. When I exited the room, I noticed that she was dressed to the nines, all made up and ready to go out.
“How do I look?” she asked.
“You look gorgeous, Mistress,” I responded in a flat, lifeless tone. I was still a little dumbfounded when the full meaning of the situation dawned on me and set in.
She smiled as called a cab and grabbed her long black jacket. “I'll be home late,” she grinned. “Get all your chores done and wait up for me!” she commanded as she opened the door and stepped out into the night.
About an hour later, I was diligently working on the chores she had set out for me my cell phone buzzed. I took it out and already knew it was a message from her. This was my invisible leash, and she used it often. This time, there was an image. Opened it to find a picture of my once-sweet wife dressed in a lacy red bra that barely held her huge tits, a matching red garter belt, and stockings with one of the biggest cocks I've ever seen in her mouth. Her eyes were on the camera as though looking at me to gauge my reaction. There was a caption under it that read, “Look, Honey! He's in my mouth!”
The next pic showed her going down deeply on him, taking his immense manhood down her throat. The caption on this one read, “He's so nice and big!” My eyes widened when I saw this pic. “Where on earth did she learn to do that?” I thought.
For the next hour or so, a steady stream of pics with my darling wife and Mistress in various compromising positions with many me men. She had gone from being my sweet wife to a raving slut in almost no time. I found myself becoming aroused as I perused the pics she was sending me. My pecker strained against the chastity device she had caged me in as I watched her engage in coitus with the men around her.
I drank coffee to stay awake while I viewed the images shifting across the screen of my phone and wished I wasn't in chastity so I could jerk off and relieve the pressure that was steadily building in my blue balls and making them ache. I had finished most of my chores already and was now having trouble concentrating on tasks with the memories of the images of my wife floating through my head.
The next message contained a video. After viewing the previous pics, I was anxious to see what the video was. It opened on my wife's face contorted in the throes of ecstasy and the sounds of her moans filled the speakers. As the video panned back, I could see that she was on her hands and knees with a very fit man with his hands on her hips pounding in and out of her pussy from behind. “O-oh, y-you are s-so g-good!” she managed through rasping breaths. I had only ever seen my wife like this when I had my face in her crotch. I knew from the look that she was cumming and was somehow glad for her.
The pics and the videos finally stopped coming and I assumed that she was on the way home. I scurried about and did the final straightening in preparation for her homecoming. I was completely unprepared for what happened next.
As she unlocked the door, I assumed the position on my knees and off to one side as she had trained me, her faithful servant. The door opened and through it stepped my darling wife and Mistress followed by the man who had been behind her in the first video she sent! I was aghast. I couldn't believe that she would bring him home so fast, but here they were, and I was expected to field this pitch.
They entered the house as she turned around, flung the door closed, took him in her arms, and kissed him deeply. I recognized him from most of the pics she had sent. She then looked at me, kneeling on the floor and watching her intently. She laughed and introduced the man in her arms to her cuke on his knees. “Lionel,” she started as she faced him, “meet my cuke of a husband,” as she cuddled closer to him. “Lionel is great!” she giggled toward me. He chuckled in a bass voice and kissed her again. I knelt on the floor with a stunned expression on my face.
“Lionel wants to watch you clean my pussy, so come here and make yourself useful, you little Cuke!” she ordered as she backed into the wall, spread her legs, and hoisted her skirt to expose her pantyless pussy.
“Yes, Mistress,” I mumbled, displaying the control she wielded over me as I began to shuffle toward her on my knees. I could feel Lionel's eyes watching intently as I approached her. When I came within range, I felt her hand on the back of my head, urging me forward, guiding my face toward her full and cum-dripping cunt.
“Clean me all out,” she purred as my tongue made contact with her sopping wet and swollen slot. She sighed deeply as she maneuvered my tongue into her sloppy fuck hole, full of the cum of other men. I slurped the mixture tentatively from her cooze as she pressed down on my head, urging me closer and Lionel looked on. She dropped her other hand down to gain more purchase on my head and pulled my face into her pussy hard. “Eat it out, you little cunt!” she growled as she slapped the back of my head to indicate punishment for noncompliance. “Eat it good, Cuke!” I redoubled my efforts and soon she was wailing and squealing as my tongue worked her tender twat.
When she was satisfied that I was finished, she picked up my leash and put her arm around Lionel. The two of them walked arm in arm and I trailed behind, almost forgotten. There, she flipped a switch to ignite the electric candlelight as she passed the entry to our inner sanctum which she was about to share with another man, regardless of how I felt. I steeled myself for t experience as she brought out the restraint chair that she had had me make to be chained to. “Sit down,” she ordered, pointing to the hardwood seat of the chair. I immediately obeyed and she placed the manacles around my wrists and ankles, ensuring that I could only watch but not interfere.
Then, she sat on the end of the bed, in my full view, and invited Lionel to stand in front of her. She glanced over at me mischievously as she began to undo his zipper. She then released his button and splayed his pants open, revealing his speedo-like briefs with his cock looking much like a giant banana in a hammock. She slid his trousers down his legs as I looked on, exposing the biggest cock I had seen in my entire life. Hooking her thumbs into the waistband she pulled the cloth down, exposing his monstrous prong. It was a good ten inches long and very thick.
“Look, Honey! Doesn’t he have a wonderful cock!” she giggled as she wrapped her fingers around his prick and showed it to me. “Not like your little dicklet!” she laughed as she flicked the end of my pecker.
“Yes, Mistress,” I agreed, mainly because I didn’t have any other choice. She then put the head of his monster between her lips. “Mmm, and he tastes so good!” she cooed as she eyed my squirms of discomfort with delight. He put his hands on her head and pressed, sliding his cock deeper into her mouth as she slurped and licked his massive member while I sat helpless, manacled to a hard backed wooden chair. They both stripped his clothes off as he continued to probe her mouth and throat with his immense prong.
He was harder than a rock when she finally withdrew him from her mouth and throat. She looked at me and smiled. “Magnificent, don’t you think Honey?” she asked as she proceeded to strip out of her skirt and blouse leaving the red lingerie.
“You are gorgeous, Babe,” Lionel cooed to her in his dulcet bass tones. She smiled and lay back on the bed, spreading her legs while wrapping her arms around them to hold her ankles up around her ears, inviting him to push his prick into her perfectly prepared pussy.
Suddenly, Lionel looked over at me as I sat manacled to the chair. “What about him?” he asked as he jerked his thumb in my direction.
“What about him?” she replied. “I mean, who else but a complete cuke of a man would let his wife lock him up in permanent chastity and only let him cum through anal stimulation, then manacle him into a chair to watch her first bull take her,” she laughed, humiliating me in front of Lionel, further destroying my will to resist her and grinding my manhood into dust.
He chuckled and shrugged as he climbed on the bed, hungrily eyeing my supine hot wife. From the moment his cock head touched her puffy outer pussy lips, I knew things would never be the same again. I watched his member begin to penetrate her ever so slowly, and the air being pushed out of her lungs like an industrial piston as he moved in on her. She moaned deeply, and looked over at me, again, to gauge my reaction.
I was locked on to the action happening in front of me. It was like watching a car accident occur in slow motion. I just couldn’t look away. I realized that I never could satisfy my wife the way this man was and wallowed in my inadequacy.
“Oh, Lionel!” she squealed as he bushed her cervix. “You are so fucking good! Nobody has ever fucked me as well as you do!” I felt another dig from her as we had made love a few times long ago, just after we first met. Her attacks on my ego had their effect over time. It was already on life support as it was, and this was likely to kill it completely.
Lionel began to round into high gear with her legs propped against his shoulders. His powerful hips plunged his massive cock in and out of her sopping wet cooze as she lay squealing and groaning her immense pleasure into the night as I had never heard before. The air huffed in and out of his lungs like a locomotive taking gas into its combustion chambers as the fingers of his enormous hands curled around her hips and held her tight. He was the Alpha in full control and was determined to make sure that she loved every minute of it.
Without warning, he withdrew from her like a shot and skillfully flipped her over with one powerful motion of his arms. She landed on the bed on her chest with an excited squeal as he pulled her hips back toward him and plunged his prong back into her soft, hot quiff, and began to fuck her like a beast.
Watching that scene unfold in front of me was like watching a collision between two high speed trains. The sight is truly ghastly, but it’s also so morbidly exciting and interesting that I couldn’t look away. I witnessed my wife’s furtive looks at me gauging my reactions and realized that the whole display that was going on in front of my eyes was not for her or Lionel. It was for me.
Lionel had balled a fistful of her long, beautiful auburn hair into his massive hand and was groaning and grunting as his immense control began to wind down. My wife was screaming and wailing in the throes of her umpteenth orgasm as he rocketed in and out of her steaming cunt. A sheen of perspiration now enveloped him in his exertion and began to run in rivulets forming drops on his alabaster skin.
Whenever she glanced over at me, her eyes betrayed her feelings. She was completely lost in a world of her sensation as his constant pounding sent shockwaves trembling throughout her entire system. Her thighs were visibly quivering, and her D-cup breasts swung crazily as he slammed in and out of her sloppy and soaked fuck hole. “Oh fuck, Lionel! Yes! You feel so huge and hard! You fuck like a beast! Fuck my cunt hard! Pound me harder!” she screamed as she endured his punishment.
I watched the sweat dripping from him as he rammed into her for the final time and stiffened. His entire body tensed, and he gritted his teeth and growled as he dug in deep for those extra few seconds before his primary explosion. He pulled and pressed into her with his eyes closed as he released, detonating like a nuclear bomb deep inside her.
As the first drops of his hot semen began to splash inside her, she began to wail, “Yes, yes, yes!” Cum hard, Baby! Fill my pussy up! So hot!”
He let go of her hair and she dropped forward as he deposited the last few drops of his semen into her throbbing quiff. She continued to moan incoherently as her head whipped from side to side in her ecstasy. She had loved every second of her display.
He slowly withdrew from her, and she collapsed onto her side to breathe heavily for the next several minutes. He lay down beside her and encompassed him in his strong arms as she enjoyed aftershocks not roaming through her body causing a moment of hysteria within her each time another one struck.
Abruptly, she raised her head and glanced up and over at me as if just remembering I was in the room. She smiled as she began to disentangle herself from Lionel’s arms and crawled toward the edge of the bed with a look of intent on her Fibonacci perfect face.
Taking the key for the cuffs that held me into the chair from the nightside table. Rising on unsteady legs, she approached me and proceeded to undo the restraints. She then took me by the hand and began to retreat toward the bed. She lay back on the bed crooking her finger at me with a sultry look in her eyes. “Come on up,” she said in a smiling, smoky voice while patting the sheets.
“Yes Mistress,” I responded as I climbed up on the bed with Lionel watching the proceedings intently. As I neared, she took my head in her hands and pressed my lips toward her crotch while she smiled wickedly at me.
“Clean my cream pie, you little Cuck!” she demanded as she hastily grabbed a fistful of my short hair and swiftly pushed my lips to her soaking wet cunt. She had never called me a cuck before, and I had a feeling that her degradation of me was about to get far worse than it ever had been now that we had crossed this threshold. Obedient to her command, I began my appointed task.
Sliding my tongue through her sopping wet slot, I heard her first breaths of pleasure escape her as I settled down to clean Lionel’s cum out of her sweet cooze and make her orgasm again in the process. The only thing that she enjoyed about me was my tongue and what she had managed to train it to do.
Once she had regained her senses, she positioned Lionel and me beside one another. “Look at this cock, Honey! Isn’t it magnificent?” she twittered as she lovingly stroked him in one hand. “Not like the pee-wee thing you have!” she giggled as she flicked the head of my tiny cock and lovingly mouthed the head of his prick again. “Now, go sit on your chair,” she ordered. “Lionel and I want to enjoy some afterglow,” she giggled while smiling at him.
I squirmed off the bed and sat down again on the homemade, hard backed chair where I had a front row seat to the two of them cuddling and cooing at each other on the bed. I looked on in more morbid fascination, wondering what was to come of all this.
She looked up at me again with a devilish grin. “Come and lay crossways on the bed with your head on the edge,” she commanded.
Yes, Mistress,” I responded and began to move in her direction.
“Hurry up!” she complained in an exasperated tone as she clipped my ass with her hand to hasten the process. Her incentive worked and I hurried into the location she had indicated. She then climbed aboard above me in a sixty-nine position and settled her sopping wet squirm down over my lips and began to wash my face. She took the head of my caged little phallus and brought it toward her mouth, breathing her hot breath on it as she came. She slipped it in and sucked gently on just the head, instantly making me hard.
“Come around here, Baby,” she smiled at him. Lionel was not slow on the uptake and leapt at the opportunity. Soon I heard her satisfied sucking and slurping sounds as her lips rode up and down on his immense cock. She trapped my little
“Fuck me, Lionel,” she whispered as she released his prong from his mouth. “I want this little Cuke to see what it looks like close up when a real man fucks me hard!”
“Okay, Baby,” he grunted in a low husky voice. I watched in morbid fascination as Lionel climbed off the bed and strolled behind her, fisting his cock as he approached. His large hands curled around her hips again as I licked between her puffy, red pussy lips, and witnessed the bulbous head of his massive manhood push between them as if in slow motion. She moaned loudly. “Oh, fuck yeah!” she cried as she ground her clitty down on my face as he began to pick up his tempo. I was completely enthralled with the motion and smoothness of his shaft as it passed in and out of her sloppy, wet fuck hole as I flickered my tongue over and sucked the hard little nut that her luscious clit had become.
She was wailing and squealing when he slipped his cock out of her squirting pussy. “Open up,” he commanded. I had no choice but to part my jaws and allow him to take my mouth and throat in any manner that he wanted. I did as I was directed and he pushed between my lips, through my mouth, and down my throat for the first of many times. He withdrew from my mouth and slid back inside my wife’s waiting pussy, allowing me to go back to my original task while my wife squealed with delight.
He did this several times before she collapsed forward, whimpering, and panting for breath. She slid off my body and lay on the bed gasping and quivering in delight as aftershocks once again wracked her body. Lionel lay down beside her and took her in his arms, curling her away from me as I lay like a used and forgotten toy beside them.
“Move down to the bottom of the bed and massage my feet,” she ordered.
“Yes Mistress,” I dutifully replied as I moved to follow her command.
The pair of them lay in each other's arms while I massaged and mouthed her feet. Suddenly, Lionel looked up. “So, he’s your slave then, is he?” he asked.
“Yes, he most certainly is!” she answered joyfully, “and now, he’s my cuke, too!” she giggled triumphantly as if some milestone in her life had been reached.
“I wanna have some more of him,” he stated in a smoldering voice as my blood crystalized in my veins.
“He wants more of me?” I fretted, hoping that she would say no to this foray, preferring to keep me to herself. No such luck.
“That’s a hot idea! I would love to watch you dominate this little cuckolded suck hole!” she squealed and clapped as she glanced at me with a look of wicked intent.
I watched Lionel turn and look down at me massaging my Mistress’ feet with a frozen heart. This was the first time she had ever given anyone permission to touch me, and now I feared what he might do. He clambered off the bed, all the while fixing me with a wicked grin. He pointed to a spot on the floor in front of him and snapped his fingers. “Here!” he commanded.
I froze and looked to my Mistress. “Go on!” she scolded as she glared at me from beneath knit eyebrows.
I scampered off the bed and stood on the spot that Lionel had pointed to. He placed his huge paws on both of my shoulders and began to press down. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what he wanted, and I began to sink to my knees, dreading being forced to participate in sexual acts in front of her. My nightmare came true as he began to fist his cock and tap my lips with the head of it.
“Put it in his mouth,” she suggested in a husky, smoky voice as she watched my debauchery with great mirth and interest from her vantage point on the bed.
Lionel looked down as he towered imposingly over me. “Open up!” was his next command. I had no choice in the matter and spread my jaws to accommodate his great girth once again. My Mistress had already taught me the finer points of cocksucking on the end of her various dildos strapped to her waist.
As he pressed further into my mouth, my wife let out a squeal of delight. “Always wanted to watch him take a nice, big cock!” she giggled in excitement. She was getting wet while we performed for her.
I felt the head of his huge cock brush the back of my throat, and force its way into my throat, temporarily cutting off my breathing. He pulled back between my teeth, allowing me to catch my breath before forcing his cock down my throat until his balls rested on my chin and my body danced and jerked before him.
“Oh, he looks so cute!” she giggled as she watched her beau dominate me. Glancing over, I saw her animated eyes fixed on what he was doing to me with glee and sexual intent.
She truly enjoyed seeing Lionel dominate me. She lay on the bed propped up on her elbows, giggling, and laughing as he had his way with my body, manhandling me the way he was.
“Wanna see something cool?” she presently enquired with her grin of wickedness returning. He stopped manipulating my body momentarily and looked over at her.
“Okay, what?” replied Lionel as he extracted his king, can sized phallus from my throat and mouth. I collapsed back on my knees, gasping for breath.
“Stand him up here,” she suggested. I felt my body being raised and set down on my feet so that I was bent over the edge of the bed. I heard her shuffling off behind me and knew that whatever she was planning, would only add to my degradation and humiliation.
She suddenly stood beside me and roughly bent me over to make me view which dildo she had installed in her strap-on harness. My eyes widened when I saw the fourteen-inch special that she threatened to use for special occasions dangling from the apparatus. I choked when I saw it but dared not speak a word for fear of what they would do to me. She’d never fucked me with that leviathan before, and I feared what it would do to me now. We were in uncharted waters now, and I feared that there may be monsters nearby.
“Oh, damn, lady!” exclaimed Lionel. “That thing is huge!” he laughed. “You’re gonna cram all of that in there?”
“Every last inch!” she giggled as she assumed a position aft of me and Lionel continued reaming my throat, fucking it like he would fuck the tuna of a whore. He would cram every inch down my throat until his balls rested on my chin, staying there until I was struggling and ready to pass out through lack of oxygen before withdrawing and letting me gulp for air.
She was kind tonight, and I felt the cool sensation of lube being dribbled into my crack and massaged into my hole. The enormous head of her life-like, fourteen-inch prong touched my asshole and I jumped forward.
“Oh, Baby, that’s wild!” Lionel crooned as she began to work her monstrous prong inside my ass. “I saw a cuck gettin’ boned by a she-cock that big before!”
“Feel free to watch! I think he likes it!” she giggled. “He’s gonna take it all tonight!” I shuddered again as her words of law echoed around the room and I dangled from Lionel’s huge dong. He reached down and spread the globes of my ass apart to witness her prosthetic prong disappearing inch by inch into my ass. I grunted and groaned as Lionel pulled his dick from my throat, allowing me to breathe.
When her hips finally nestled inside the crack of my ass, she leaned close to me and whispered, “You have it all now. All fourteen inches! I’m so proud of you. For that, you may cum when you’re ready.” A different kind of shiver ran through me upon this revelation.
“Thank you, Mistress,” I whispered gratefully as I felt the vibrations in my body grow as the countdown to m my orgasm began.
“He took it all?” asked Lionel a little incredulously. “Holy fuck!” he exclaimed as he bent and peered at the joint between my wife and me. “I’ll be damned, he did take it all! How many times have you done this to him?”
“Including this time?” I heard my wife ask.
“Yes,” he answered.
“Once,” she giggled. “I’ve never used it on him before, but I have threatened. I thought that since this was a special occasion, I would haul it out for his first time,” she finished as she grasped my hips with her soft, dainty hands and began to press in and out with her excellent hip action. With her disposition and all the practice she’d had pegging me, she could fuck better and had better hip action than a lot of men.
Impaled as I was there on her prosthetic prong and Lionel’s crammed into my throat, halfway to my stomach, the pair of them happily spit roasted me as I accepted the punishment they dished out. I stood between them and moaned and groaned as Lionel would let me.
“Okay,” she muttered as she withdrew the entire fourteen inches from my now gaping ass. “I wanna lay him on his back now and fuck him missionary,” she giggled. Lionel withdrew from my throat, and I collapsed, gasping, to the bed. I was dimly aware of a blindfold being placed over my eyes and my body being placed in a supine position on the bed with my neck resting on the mattress edge. I felt Lionel’s hands being placed on my head as he reasserted his dominance and his huge member being reinserted into the heat of my stretched and relaxed throat.
She climbed up on the edge and swiveled my legs, so my ankles rested near my ears. I felt the immense cock she wore sliding easily inside me again. “Watch this,” she giggled. “I’m going to make him cum like a girl,” she giggled as s
Over time, the prostate massage she was blessing me with was beginning to have its effect. I moaned and groaned as Lionel would let me under her anal assault. Precum was flowing through my cage freely as I could feel the excitement building up inside me.
She dipped her finger into the stream and said, “He’s close,” as a matter of fact, and proceeded to shift gears to fuck me even harder and faster. “I’m gonna make him cum in front of you!” she gloated.
Lionel withdrew from my mouth to stand back and watch the circus now happening in front of him. “You can do that?” he asked as he fisted his huge cock.
“Yes!” she exclaimed delightedly. “It’s the only way I’ve let him cum since before we were married!”
She pumped in and out a few more times before thick, white cum burst embarrassingly forth from the tip of my prison, emptying onto my chest and stomach as I moaned and squealed in pleasure.
“See?” she asked. “he hasn’t cum any other way for so long that he just explodes when I fuck him like that, just like a girl!” she giggled as she dug at my failing ego once again. She proceeded to scoop up the thick, white liquid and tuck it between my lips with an expression of sheer gratification on her face while Lionel watched.
“Have you ever let a man fuck him?” Lionel asked suddenly.
“No,” answered the wife a little pensively. “What did you have in mind?
“If he’s never had a man, I want to bust his cherry,” he replied.
“Why Lionel, I would never have guessed,” she chuckled. “Why yes, if you want to fuck him, be my guest!’ she said as she sat back on her elbows at the head of the bed. “C’mere Cuke. Put that face between my legs and make tongue useful while I watch him fuck you,” she commanded as she jerked her straps up to reveal her pretty, pink, little pussy.
Yes, Mistress,” I answered as I climbed onto the bed and between her legs to begin licking her steaming slot again. I felt Lionel shuffling up behind me and placing the head of his immense manhood against my gaping hole and easily pressing in after the pounding that my wife and mistress had just given me with her fourteen-inch dong.
“Man, he’s loose after the pounding you gave him!” exclaimed Lionel as he plugged right into my destroyed ass and began to plumb my depths. He placed a hand on my hip gripping me tightly and slapped my ass, much to my wife’s delight. “Like that do you, Baby?”
“Oh, yes!” she giggled as he slapped me again. With both of her hands on my head forcing my mouth into her cooze, I could do nothing but take the punishment they were dishing out to me. He began to slap my tender ass in time with his thrusts as my wife giggled and laughed, partially at his antics and partially at my torment.
For the first time, and not the last, time in my life, I had a live cock rubbing my prostate. The sensations were different than the strap-on from the wife somehow. It was live and pulsating inside my anus, causing me to moan and squeal even louder as he fucked and slapped my ass.
“I think he likes it!” she squealed in amusement.
“Yeah,” huffed Lionel as he plunged in and out. He stopped slapping my ass to seize my other hip and sent shockwaves rioting throughout my entire system. I felt my senses beginning to dissolve into the sensations at both ends of my body.
She grabbed me by the hair and raised my head to look at my now dripping lips and glazed face. “Do you like this, honey?” she asked in a very sweet, soft voice through her brilliant smile. “Do you love it?”
I gazed up at her through frenzied eyes. “Yes Mistress,” I whispered in a delirious response.
She shoved my head roughly back into her cunt and squealed, “He loves it! Fuck him harder!” As he blasted away at my ass, I licked her quiff, tasted her fuck hole, and tantalized her hard little clitty as she had taught me. Her orgasm announced its return with a quivering that encompassed her and a wailing scream from her lips.
She let go of my head in the throes of her pleasure. Immediately, he roughly grabbed both of my arms and hauled them up behind me to fully arch my back to slam his solid prick ever harder up my succulent ass. I felt the drops of perspiration begin to fall like rain on the globes of my ass as he ramped up his exertions. That boy could fuck! For the second time, that evening precum was flowing from my little prong, and I knew I was in danger of cumming again.
I hung my head in the embarrassment of my wife hearing my admission and then trumpeting it to her bull while she watched her bull turn my ass into his personal cunt. She was squealing and clapping and loving every minute of it. “Oh, that’s so hot!” she cried.
“I w-want t-to c-come in his a-ass!” huffed Lionel as I felt his cock swell slightly, signaling that he was coming to the end of his endurance.
“Wherever you want, Baby,” cooed my wife as she watched him fuck me with great interest marbled through her smoky steel-grey eyes. She kept her small fist balled up in my hair to maintain her dominance and ensure that my lips and tongue were doing exactly what she wanted them to do.
He abruptly stiffened and rammed his huge cock deep inside my well fucked ass. A splash of heat from the tip of his prong triggered my second orgasm of the evening. “Oh, look!” she twittered. “You’ve made him cum like a girl too! That is so hot!” It was true. He took my anal virginity and made me cum doing it.
My wife kept her grip on my head as I continued to work her sloppy and sopping wet pussy. She got so turned on watching Lionel abuse me that I was positive that this would not be a one-off occurrence.
By this time, it was starting to get late. “There’s not going to be enough room for the three of us in here,” she stated, although there was enough room for an army. Turning to me, she said, “You’ll have to sleep on the floor. That’s ok, isn’t it?” she teased as her eyes flashed with evil intent.
I was utterly trapped and taken aback. “Yes, Mistress,” I woodenly replied as I began to head for the edge of the bed. Her hand came down hard on my backside, and I yelped and jumped. “Hurry up!” she commanded. I scramble off the bed to the carpet below.
For the rest of the night, I listened to the two of them participate in a chesterfield rugby tournament as I shivered under a thin blanket on the floor. I would be awoken occasionally from a fitful sleep by the sounds of my wife squealing, moaning, groaning, and wailing as I had never heard her sound before. It was disturbing but then somehow somewhat appealing at the same time. I settled in to try to sleep and consider my fate.
In the morning, I was roughly shaken awake. “Get up, you lazy oaf!” my wife rasped at me. “We have to see our guest out the door!” She scurried over to Lionel to hold his shirt for him and kiss him lightly on the neck, making sure I saw each tender peck. When he was ready, the two of them strode to the front door with me in tow.
“So, next week Baby?” Lionel asked as the two of them shared an intimate embrace while I sat back and watched. This told me that their meeting was not a one-off thing and would be ongoing. I would just have to make my way through as best as I could
“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” she replied tenderly as he saw him out the door. She closed it behind him then whirled to face me and grabbed my hand. “C’mon,” she demanded as she quickly headed for the bedroom while I padded nervously after her.
When we arrived, she pushed me onto my back on the bed, grabbed my legs, and hauled me down to about halfway. With all the grace of a puma, she was up on the bed and stalking toward her prey with fire in her eyes. “Oh, Baby!” she cooed at me. “That was magnificent! You were great last night!” as she slowly crawled forward toward me. My eyes widened as she neared my body and began to stroke me delicately along my sides.
This was an entirely different reaction than I was expecting. She placed her knees on either side of my head and lowered her still dripping pussy lips to my mouth. “He filled my twat up after you got off the bed last night,” she mentioned in an offhand way as she took my head in her hands. “Be a dear and clean out my pussy?”
“Yes, Mistress,” I responded without thought or hesitation. I complied with her command and confirmed once again that I was now, and always would be, irrevocably hers.
