Tag: humiliation

i-own-you-and-your-girl:

Your wife was shocked and frozen stiff at first but when she saw you meekly looked away, she’d realise that he was right..

You are not the man that will protect her.. In fact you are not a man at all..

You are a loser cuckold who would allow other men to have their way with your own wife..

“Told you so..” He whispered in her ears..

“So.. Do you wanna know what a real man feels like inside this wet cunt of yours?” He continued..

Your wife’s face was flushed red.. Her eyes were wide open.. You can tell that his brash approach had somehow made her very submissive toward him..

Your wife gave you a final disgusted look for failing to do anything to stop your bully before he grabbed her hand and lead her away..

“I’ll return her to you once I’m done with her.. Cuck! Hahaha..”

i-own-you-and-your-girl:

You felt angry and jealous.. But at the same time you’ve never felt more turned on in your life..

You took out ur small dick and started to beat it furiously.. you came on the computer screen after a few seconds, covering the video with ur pathetic cum..

You put ur head down at the realisation that you are now your rival’s loser cuckold.. And you’ve accepted ur new place in life..

You can’t seem to help yourself as you hit reply:

“You win.”

The reply was quick: “You’re so pathetic. I was going to lay off, but now I’m going to keep fucking her and make sure that everyone knows.”

bkcomments:

No, Kitten

“That’s it, kitten. Enjoy hubby’s big cock. That’s it. I love hearing you moan.”

“So good. So deep.”

“That’s right. Hubby is going in deep. He’s going paint your womb with his seed.”

“No! Can’t. Not protected.”

“Oh yes he is, sweetie. He’s going to plant his seed inside your fertile cunt.”

“Oh god! He’s going faster. Can feel him swelling. Need to get off.”

“Oh no you don’t. I am going to hold you here so he can finish off inside of you, my sweet kitten. You’re going to have a beautiful baby bump.”

Your girlfriend had stopped having sex with you shortly after she started hanging out with that married couple down the street. Not that she denied you outright; she was just always with them so late into the night. And she seemed so exhausted. She said they were training for a triathlon, and you believed her, for the most part. But some things didn’t add up. Who trains so late at night all the time? And you never saw them running or biking around the neighborhood. When she declared she was pregnant, the dates really didn’t add up…

“I need to meet my boyfriend for a special date at 8. We’re revisiting all the places we went when we first met. It’s incredibly romantic. So you’ll have to be a bit more quick about ravaging me than usual. I’m sure you can make up for it in vigor…” your girlfriend had said, grasping the already hardening bulge in my pants. “Just don’t leave me so sore that I can’t sit down at the restaurant, or fuck him afterwards.”

The way she said it, it sounded like a challenge. How could I resist? I would ruin your night. Not out of jealousy, but just because I thought it was funny to hurt you, my old rival. I was already fucking your girlfriend and now I would take your special night. And tomorrow I would buddy up to you sympathetically. Let down my competitive, aggressive stance for a moment to console an old friend who seemed down.  Then plant the seeds of doubt. “Do you think she might be cheating?” I’d ask innocently.

I flogged her with a paddle, fucked her ass, and then spanked her sore cheeks. She wouldn’t sit for a week without recalling it. Then I teased her for an hour, bringing her to the edge and pulling back when she got too close. Finally she begged me to fuck her pussy. I told her it was 7:40 and she had better get going.

“No no, no. I need you to fuck me. I know you won’t let me come until you do.”

“True,” I confessed,”but it’s late. You can get your boyfriend to make you come.”

“No…”

she looked down, sheepishly, “I can’t. Not since you…not since you ruined me,” she mumbled, almost inaudibly.

“What was that?”

“I said you ruined me! He can’t make me cum anymore. Not unless I think of you. Your confidence. Your uncaring roughness. Your cruel teasing. And even then, I can tell the difference between fantasy and reality and it’s barely worth it. You ruined me, okay? Ruined me on normal, nice sex.”

I almost came then. It was better than I had planned. Tomorrow I’d ask you, “Has she acted differently in bed? Distracted? That’s a sure sign, I’m afraid.”

“I’ll make you late.”

“Just fuck me. I’ll text him an excuse to be late while you do. You like that.”

“Like you don’t.” 

She just smirked.

“Deal. But you have to text him every fifteen minutes.”

“You’re not that good.”

I just shrugged. “You can leave whenever you want. But if you stay, you have to text him. And if he calls, you have to answer it while I pound you.”

“God damn, you bastard! You know just which buttons to push. Take me, already.”