Tag: losingher

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

Your wife was disgusted at your inability to protect her.. So she told your bully, “why don’t you fuck me and find out?” to see if you would do anything..

You didn’t react.. And so that night, your bully used your wife like a whore..

Not that he paid her. Far from it. A month later she still looked at you with disgust. She wouldn’t let you near her. That’s when she told you that she was horny and ordered you to text him and ask him to fuck her again. You didn’t know why you did it. You couldn’t seem to stop yourself. He said he’d do it… for a price. 

“Do it,” your wife said, “pay the man to fuck me.”

So you did.  

“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.”

“That’s it, Maple, now let’s cleanup the mess you made with my husband’s cock..Good job. Swallow it all.”

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Maple’s boyfriend Preston had had to leave the club early due to an early morning shift, but Maple’s boss and her boss’s husband had offered to keep her company a while longer. Preston thanked them and left.

Veronique and Jason danced Maple into exhaustion. None of them drank alcohol, but Maple felt loopy with endorphins. Her boss and Jason had always been a little flirtatious, but now they were both grinding on her and touching her suggestively. Maple hadn’t ever really danced like this before. She looked around; their behavior didn’t seem out of line compared to other folks on the dance floor. It was just harmless fun, she guessed. She felt good, after all. Very good.

They took a break to drink water and sit at a booth. V and Jason sandwiched Maple, one on either side. Her boss laid her head on Maple’s shoulder, and took her hand, amiably. It was nice. Then Jason put his arm over Maple’s shoulder and ruffled Veronique’s hair. Maple leaned into Jason. It was nicer. She felt titillated by the intimacy, but it was comfortable, too.

The trio made it back onto the dance floor, and Maple found herself sandwiched again. Jason would grind on her from behind. Veronique faced her, dancing close, touching her hips or wrapping her arms around Maple’s neck and staring deep into her eyes. Maple was incredibly aroused and she felt ashamed of herself. She was taking things the wrong way. There were several other triplets and quartets around doing the same things. It didn’t mean anything.

As the night wore on, Maple felt herself grow warn and wet between her legs. What would her boss think? What would Preston think?! She was  so perverted, she chided herself. Then she noticed many of the other dancers starting to make out with one another on the dance floor. Her lips tingled. She wanted that. One other trio nearby was groping each other more overtly, hands were placed under clothes, a man’s shirt removed entirely, a woman’s cleavage licked and kissed, the shirt pulled down to reveal bare breasts. Oh my! Maybe this style of dancing wasn’t so innocent. What was this club? It was exclusive was all she knew. V and Jason, had gotten them in… Maple was incredibly horny, though, and watched the show, transfixed. 

Maple felt her boss lean in closer, and it snapped her out of her fixation. Was her boss about to kiss her? She wanted it, needed it. Her rational concerns were somewhere else, deeply submerged. 

Veronique leaned over Maple’s shoulder and kissed Jason.  Oh, of course. They made out passionately; Maple could feel their warmth and hear their lips. Her cheeks burned, she felt silly and envious. She started to pull away from the two in shame. 

Veronique reached down a hand and restrained her employee. “Don’t worry, my sweet,” she purred into Maple’s ear before licking it lightly and biting the earlobe. Maple was hot and tingly, dazed. Veronique put her hand under the girl’s chin and angled her face up to her own. Maple pursed her lips and leaned into the kiss. Fireworks exploded all over her body. The kiss began gently and then degraded into something feverish, intense. 

She became aware of lips kissing down her neck, pulling aside her collar, biting her where her shoulder and neck met. All the while she continued to make out with Veronique. Jason’s hands gripped her waist and then began wandering up her torso. They found her breasts, nipples poking through the thin fabric of her t-shirt, not bound by bra. He teased her sensitive nipples, driving her wild. He ground his crotch into her butt; she could feel his hard bulge. V started brazenly rubbing between Maple’s skinny jeans clad legs with a free hand. Maple was over-stimulated. Between kisses she let out loud moans that no one else could hear, though they might have noticed her O shaped mouth, eyes rolling up beneath fluttering lids, and wanton hip gyrations between a man’s crotch and a woman’s hand.

She was now so far gone that she couldn’t even keep kissing V. “Yes, yes, yes,” she panted. Jason rolled up Maple’s shirt, revealing her breasts. It felt right to her. Veronique slipped her hand into Maple’s pants and massaged the girl’s clitoral hood. It was finally too much. With a shudder and a high-pitched gasp, Maple came. She slumped onto V.

“Good girl, Maple. Good girl. We’re going to have such fun.”

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Maple was coming down from her high, but she still felt so good, so right. She let the couple lead her back to their place. 

“Text your boyfriend and tell him you’re tired and are crashing at our place.”

She did so. The sun was just starting to rise when they got there. Right in the doorway the two began taking turns kissing her while the other caressed. Bliss was approaching again fast.

“You’re our little pet now, Maple,” Veronique cooed. “Would you like that, to be ours?”

Maple nodded, numbly. She would do anything to keep being with them, like this. “Yes, please, master.”

Master?! Where the hell had that come from. It just slipped out.

“Mmmm, very good girl. You’ll take to training nicely. First I’m going to teach you how to suck my husband’s cock, okay?”

Maple nodded eagerly.

sfalphabull:

I take it as a sign of deference and respect when a cuckold is unable to get an erection in my presence.

I recently led a hotwife scene with a married couple, that is, a MFM threesome without hierarchy or humiliation of the husband. In the pre-flight meeting, I knew instantly what the husband was, even before he did. He desperately wanted to be a cuckold, but was struggling with it internally.

Now, neither the husband of the wife knew the size of my cock going into the scene, and I became hard instantly as soon as we got to the bedroom. The husband, feeling intimidated by my size, was unable to get an erection. For four hours, I fucked his wife, and he was flaccid the entire time.

Not wanting to push him too hard, and to make it a good experience for his wife, I put him to work eating pussy. After blowing my second load, I was fucking the wife like you see in the picture. Instinctively, the husband came over to rub her clit, and sheepishly moved his hand toward my balls. I nodded in approval, and he rubbed my balls for me as I fucked his wife.

This story, of course, is shared with the consent of the couple in question. I enjoy “turning out” closeted cuckolds. He had a better time than he thought he would, but for different reasons. The couple has contact me again, and we will be pursuing a casual cuckold relationship.

Cuckold creed: To serve and be humiliated.

The hot new couple in the apartment down the hall kept inviting your girlfriend to dinner with them. She deferred at first but eventually ran out of excuses and conceded. “I’m sure they meant both of us,” she assured you, but you weren’t so certain. They had pointedly invited only her, right in front of you, repeatedly. 

You weren’t too upset since, like you girlfriend, they were both mathematicians. Another night of math talk would drive you mad. You were spared the social awkwardness when you got called in to work that night. 

You got home late, but your girlfriend still wasn’t back. You could see light through their peephole, but knocking on the door gave no answer. Pressing your ear to the door, you clearly heard the grunts and moans of exuberant intercourse. “H’okay, don’t want t interrupt that,” you thought, walking away. Your girlfriend must have gone out for something, you reasoned. Strange that she didn’t respond to text, though. 

She returned an hour later, waking you up with a kiss. “Sorry, honey, I stayed up late with them, drinking and talking.”

“Is that…all?”

“Yeah, you really dodged a bullet. They would have bored you to tears. But I think we’re gonna be great friends! We have a standard date-uh-dinner night planned each week now. Don’t worry, I said you’d be busy.”

You agreed to the chastity reluctantly. 

Your girlfriend and you fucked daily, at least! At first with great passion, but you did admit it had become a little more perfunctory of late. She said the chastity would be a fun and sexy change of pace. It would turn her on so much. She promised that two weeks of frustration would only make things better and she’d get the best sex of her life. So you agreed to be harnessed. 

The Friday of release came and she sent you sexy text messages all day about how good the fucking would be. 

…but then it was an hour after her shift and she wasn’t home. Eventually she texted to say she had to work late unexpectedly. Another hour went by and she texted you that it would be worth the wait; she was going to get pounded so hard. Then another hour. Then another. Each time telling you to focus on what was to come. 

Finally you got this picture text. She was wearing only your chastity key. It took a moment, but you were sure you recognized the sloppy apartment of your friend Dillon. That fucker! 

“Dillon’s going to fuck me now, Sweety

All your frustration. Knowing you’re locked up at home. The betrayal. It has me so turned on. 

I own you, bitch.

I’m sure this is going to be the best sex of my life! XOXO”