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Humiliating a Cuckquean – Part 4

So there I was, sitting in a bar and talking to a mistress and her lesbian slave. There was a whole lot going on with these two and I was in the middle of it. That’s a really fun part about being in a bar in the middle of the week. You never know what’s going to happen when you find yourself there. Things can get extremely interested very quickly. That’s just the way that it is when you’re surrounded by people who can go drinking in the middle of the week. They always have something going on that the weekend crew doesn’t. They tend to be passionate people who aren’t afraid to stand out from the pack a little bit. That was definitely the case with these two. The mistress was a bisexual and the slave was a full on lesbian. That interesting dynamic was what led them to seek out someone like me. It turned out that the slave had done something to upset her mistress and she was now in the market to do something to punish her. It’s nothing new in a relationship like this but it’s important to understand where it all was coming from.

She was a cuckquean

The only reason I was involved in any of it was that the slave was a cuckquean. If you know what a cuckold is, then you know what a cuckquean is. It’s the female version of the cuckold. She got turned on by the idea of her partner having sex with other people. It made her feel ashamed and she really loved that feeling. It was a way to humiliate her and it was always her main goal to be humiliated. That’s why there was no problem at all with what I was doing. They were both consenting adults and they were deriving sexual pleasure from it. It’s not like we were actually torturing the slave by what we were doing. Even though she might cry and be hurt by it, that was her thing. She liked to be given that reason to cry and it turned her on. No matter how you feel about it otherwise, this was all something that all of us were going to enjoy and I was just sitting there and trying to get as much information out of them as I possibly could before things went any further.

I was the punishment

So, the way this was all supposed to work out for them was that I was going to be the punishment for them. The mistress knew that her slave would hate having to sit there and watch her have sex with a man. I could tell that just from the way that she talked to me. She seemed to hate men in ever sexual way possible. The mistress was so upset with her that she was going to have sex with a guy and force her to watch. I was all for it and had no problems with the idea at all. This was their relationship and I was just there to help them out. If I had said no then they would have just found someone else to do it and I saw no reason to do that. Of course that didn’t mean that I was just going to jump into the whole thing without having a good idea of the specifics. I didn’t want to get all of the way to their place and find out that I was only in for a waste of my time. I had to know how far things were going to go.

Details are important

Any time someone comes up to you with a proposition like this one, you have to be sure of the specifics. That’s the only way to know that you’re going to enjoy what happens. The worst things can come out of just not knowing what they have in mind for you. You don’t want to end up just being there are someone for the mistress to whip while her slave begs for herself to be the one to get whipped or something like that. The more that you can work out ahead of time, the more fun you’re going to have once things get started for you. You basically have to have the details and it doesn’t matter how awkward it is to talk about sex in a public place. It’s a necessary but it will save you a lot of time and embarrassment later on. That’s why I was sure to get it all out on the table before I even agreed to do anything. I wanted to be able to point back to our conversation is things took a turn and I was sure that I would have a fun time with them.

It was all okay

It turned out that everything was fine with this woman. It was all up to the mistress at this point. She and her slave would have their own limits that I wouldn’t have to worry about. That was going to be between them and only them. If the mistress thought the slave was being pushed too much then it was her job to step in and make it all stop. That’s what a mistress is for. They have to be the ones in charge and they have to have the best interests of their slaves in mind at all times. That’s just part of the whole agreement. When I talked to the mistress I was really negotiating for all three of us. She just happened to be representing the both of them. It was clear that this was all about the two of us having sex in front of her and that was it. We could do anything that we wanted to. She just wanted me to be a man and use her like a woman. Her position as the dominant would have no role in the sex between us and that was more than okay with me.

The slave would assist

Through all of our talking it also became clear that the slave would be used to assist us in our fucking. That means different things to different people and it’s always changing. Some people would just take that to mean that she was going to clean us up at the end. Other people would think it meant that she was literally going to aim my dick at her mistress’s pussy and help me slide it inside her. Naturally, I had a stake in this. The slave was super hot to me. She was skinny with nice, big tits and she was nerdy. That was enough to make me want to fuck her right then and there. I wouldn’t have even cared about the people watching us. That’s how badly I wanted a piece of her. That’s why I came up with my condition. I wanted the slave to provide the foreplay and not the mistress. I wanted her to get me hard, just like the person I was having sex with would normally do. I wanted her mouth around my cock and I wanted her soft hands all over my balls. I just threw that out there and the mistress was more than happy to accept it. That’s how I knew that I was going to be in for a fun night once I got home with them.

More next time

I’ll let you know what happened next time. There was a lot going on here and it was all just getting started. I was getting more and more into the idea as time went on and we talked about it. I was happy to fuck the mistress, but I really wanted to fuck the slave. There was something about her that was driving me crazy. Maybe I could have had her as my own slave in a different life. I have no idea, but I really wanted to tear into her right there. There are a lot of differences from slave to slave but this one really seemed to be into her lifestyle choices. I was never going to say anything to make her stop doing what she was doing. She liked it and that was more than enough for me. I’ll tell you all about how far I was able to take things the next time I get a chance to talk about it. I love getting the chance to bring up memories like this because they don’t happen all that often. On top of that, it’s a great way to educate people about all of the different fetishes and kinks out there. There’s really no limit at all to how far they all go. Some people like to live them while other just want to experiment with them. Anyone who wants to try them out should have a very good idea of how they work. That’s why I’m making sure to explain as much of it as I possibly can.

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Humiliating a Cuckquean – Part 3

So, there I was just sitting in a bar and this stranger sits right down at my table. I wasn’t planning on meeting any friends, so it certainly took me by surprise. Of course, the really strange part was that this woman refused to look me in the eye. She just kept her head down the whole time until I told to look at me. It was realizing that I had to tell her exactly what to do that told me what was going on. This woman sitting with me was a sexual slave to her mistress. I had to ask the right questions, but I got most of the information that I needed out of her. She was a lesbian and her mistress was punishing her. On top of being a slave, she also happened to be a cuckquean. It was incredibly lucky for me that her mistress happened to be a bisexual. When those two things come together, you just never know how much fun you’re going to be able to have. Her mistress decided to punish her in the most effective way that she possibly could. She was going to punish her cuckquean slave by forcing her to watch her getting fucked good and hard by a man.

Cuckqueans like it

The thing to understand here is that cuckqueans really like the pain of knowing their partners are cheating on them. It gets them off for reasons that I’ll never understand. It all has to do with humiliation and all of the feelings that come along with it. If a cuckold is a man who’s partner cheats on him, then a cuckquean is a woman who’s partner does the same. There are more of them out there than anyone could ever know and I was headed right for a night of fun and passion with a hot one. She was skinny with giant, natural tits. You just can’t go wrong with that. She also had long hair and glasses. She had that nerdy thing going on that usually makes my dick jump up. I was just getting to the good stuff after having to spend some time figuring out who she was and what the hell she wanted from me. I wasn’t going to let this opportunity pass me by and that meant that I had to ask the right questions at the right time.

I pressed her

“What are your mistress’s limits with me?” I asked right off the bat. I had to get that out of the way so I knew exactly how far things could go. If this woman was only offering me a handjob in the alley then I’d probably just pass it by. I was more than happy to just hang out by myself if the alternative was to give these two stroke material while I got was a handy.

“Mistress has no limits with her bull. She only asks that he spill his seed onto her perfect tummy.” She told me. That was probably the best case scenario for me.

“Why onto her stomach?” I asked, even though I was pretty certain that I already knew the answer to it.

“This slave is nauseous at the mere thought of taking a man’s seed into her body. Her mistress will see her do it to teach her a lesson that stays with her.” She said.

It was just like I thought. This girl was so far gone down the lesbian rabbit hole that she couldn’t even bear the thought of someone cumming inside her. I was more than happy to do as her mistress wished.

Cosplay is required

I feel like I have to explain the language that’s being used here. It’s not exactly how most people would talk. That’s because when it comes to master/slave relationships, there’s a certain amount of cosplay involved. These people take it all very seriously and they see themselves as being different from other, normal people. They use words and speak in ways that come off as old fashioned. Most of them think that it has to do with speaking in a proper way. Of course, it’s not really proper so much as just a way to play with each other. When you find m/s couples that like to live it 24/7, they’re always talking this way. It’s what does it for them and I know how to play the game. I don’t mind it at all. If it’s what they’re into and it’s what gets them off them I’m all for it. You just have to remember to not break character when you’re doing it. Just a reminder of what these people are actually doing to each other in the real world is usually enough to break the spell and turn everyone off real quick.

I wanted to see her

I figured at this point that it was time to get a look at the mistress. If she was butch and nasty then there was really no point in continuing. She seemed to be the one that I was going to be fucking. I wouldn’t be able to do it if she was what you think of when you think of a femdom. I can barely get it up when a woman is 10 or 20 pounds overweight. Wrap that all in leather and you have a sure way to keep me chaste for the rest of my life.

“I’ll see your mistress. Point her out.” I told her and she obeyed. She turned to the side and pointed out her mistress. I can’t say that I was disappointed. She was tall and had a body that could probably make me cum from across the room. She was dressed in a long leather skirt that ended just above her knee. She has long, raven black hair and pale skin. If you have a thing for goth girls then she’s be the one that makes you lose your mind. She was seated at her own table and I decided to move things forward.

I went in for it.

“Okay, I agree. Bring me to your mistress.” I told her.

“Yes, sir. Thank you sir.” She responded, l but I could tell that she wasn’t happy about it. Her face fell when I told her that I’d do it. It was clear that she was hoping I’d pass up on the offer, but it wasn’t really something that she was supposed to like. She got up and looked right back down to the floor. I grabbed my drink and followed behind her until we got to her mistress’s table. She was sitting in the opposite corner with her legs crossed. She smiled at me as I walked up and motioned to the seat across from her.

“I take it you’re interested, then? Has my slave made my intentions clear?” She asked.

“Oh, I think so.” I said. “This slave made the mistake of wanting to eat your pussy and you decided that she needs to be punished for it. I and my… thick, hairy manhood… are that punishment.”

She laughed at that and looked at her slave. She could tell that part came right from her.

Setting terms

It’s always best to set your terms for a hook up before you get to bedroom. That’s especially true when it’s a hook up that’s set as deep into the fetish world as this one was. No one can know everything, so the more time you spend hashing it all out, the better it’s going to be. There’s nothing worse than getting into it with someone only to find out that they’re not interested in doing what you want to do. Since we were all just sitting right there in the bar, I was going to use it all to my advantage. I wanted to make sure that it was all laid before we got down to it and there was no way that I was going to do it all through the slave girl. That would have been a terrible idea. I had to go right to the source and find out what she had in mind for us. I still had plenty of time to back out if I didn’t like where things were heading. As soon as she started talking about treating me like a slave or a gimp, I was going to pull the cord and go right back to sitting by myself for the rest of the night.

More next time

I’ll tell you more about it next time. I want to make sure that I’m explaining as much of this lifestyle as I possibly can while I go on. If you ever find yourself in a situation like this, it’s best you have a good understanding of the basics. You can fill out your knowledge later on, but no one is going to deal with a total newcomer to the whole thing. That’s just the way that it is the fetish world.

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Humiliating a Cuckquean – Part 2

I told you what a cuckquean is last time. If you don’t remember, it’s the female version of a cuckold. Just so where’ all clear, a cuckold is a man whose wife is sexually unfaithful, often regarded as an object of derision. Like I said last time, it’s the derision that makes it a fetish for him. That means that he’s being humiliated by the whole thing. That’s what gets him off. He loves the fact that she’s fucking other men because it makes him feel like shit and that’s what he jerks it to. Just like a cuckold, a cuckquean is the female version of the cuckold. You’ll have to hit up the Urban Dictionary to get the definition, but it’s accurate. According to them, a cuckquean is a wife who is compliant in her fetish for her husband’s unfaithfulness or adultery or the female equivalent of the male cuckold. It comes from the Old English word cwene, meaning Queen. The true cuckquean will be a willing participant in the sex act between the husband and the third part female and may be subjected to humiliation and degrading sexual acts by both husband and partner. She’s the woman of my dreams and I’ve had the fortune of hooking up with a few of them over the years. One of the best times is what I started talking about last time.

I was alone at a bar

It was the middle of the week and I was alone at a bar. I was sitting at a table in the corner and just enjoying myself. I had my eyes on my phone when I felt the table move. I looked up and there was this strange woman sitting with me. I had never seen her before and I had no idea who she was. She had a skinny body and big tits and I was at half chub just looking at her. She also have a long face and wore big glasses. Anyone who’s into the whole nerd or librarian thing would have bust a nut right then and there. Anyway, I was ogling her for a few minutes and she never said a thing. In fact, she never even looked up at me. She just kept her eyes down at the floor the whole time. It wasn’t until I decided that I had to speak up that I got any reaction out of her at all.

I started off slow.

“Can I help you?”  I asked.

I really had no idea how else to open up a conversation. It’s not every day that someone just sits at your table and says nothing. I have to say that I was extremely relieved when she finally spoke and didn’t slur her words at all.

“Yes, sir. I’m very sorry to bother. I didn’t want to interrupt you, but I’ve been ordered to do it as my punishment.”  She said.

She was very formal in the way that she spoke. It was as if she had been trained to speak to other people in a certain way that showed respect and submission to them. I’m not sorry that I was able to pick up on this right away. I’ve been with more submissive women than I can possibly count and the trained ones always come off this way. I knew what kind of person she was right away and I knew exactly how to play into it. The first thing I’d have to do is give her permission to look up at me. She wasn’t going to do it on her on and I was going to have a hell of a time understanding her is she kept talking to the table.

I stepped into the role

“Look at me when you speak.” I said.

I made sure that it was causal and not from a place of a lot of authority. Dominants really hate it when you try to order their submissive around and I was well aware of that. Luckily, she just looked up at me and thanked me. It was that simple. She was clearly incredibly submissively in every single way. It wasn’t just to whomever owed her, either. She saw everyone as being above her. That meant that she was naturally going to submit to anyone she crossed paths with. That always puts you in a position of power with them, but you have to watch it. I’m sure that I could have just told her to get under the table and suck my dick right there. As long as she didn’t have any orders against it, she would have. The problem is that I’d be overstepping my bounds with her owner and that’s always a shit show just waiting to happen. It was in my best interests to simply use this time to figure out what was happening.

I pressed on

“That’s too bad.”  I said. “What did you do to get punished?”

A look of shame definitely crossed her face at this point. That gave me a whole lot of information to use in figuring out what was going on. It told me that she was extremely trained. It’s one thing for a submissive to apologize for doing something they were told not to do, but its’ absolutely another to actually be ashamed of it. Just think about when someone gets caught doing something. Most people are just sad that they got caught. It takes someone with actual self-awareness to know that what they did was wrong and to be ashamed of doing it. That’s why politicians and celebrities pretty much only apologize for getting caught. They lack even the most basic self-awareness of their misdeeds. I’m getting off track. Though. I just think that it’s important to really understand the mentalities at play here. It goes a lot deeper than most people believe and it takes a lot to understand that this woman actually liked what was happening to her. It’s more than a surface enjoyment, though. It’s a fulfilling of their souls that they just can’t do without.

She was bad for being good

It was only a matter of a second or two before she answered my question. It’s not like she was just staring at me. I just had to go on a tangent.

“I begged my mistress to allow me to pleasure her with my mouth.” She said.

That was about as telling as I needed it to be. It’s not uncommon in the slightest for a submissive to beg her dominant to let them pleasure them. It happens all of the time. It’s also not uncommon for the dominant to turn them down. What made this a little bit different was the way that it was all coming together. There was the way she refused to look up until I told her to. Then there was the way that she spoke. After that came the fact that she was being punished for just wanting to eat out whomever the hell her mistress was. All of this was telling me that this woman wasn’t a submissive. This woman was a slave, through and through and through. She was also very good at being one. I took a quick look at her throat to confirm it all and there it was. She was wearing a collar. Now I really knew who I was dealing with and I was starting to get pretty excited about the whole thing.

I brought it all home

Now it was time to unravel the rest of this mystery and figure out why I was being involved. I know it was going to be easy to figure it out now. I just had to ask the right questions.

“Why am I a part of your punishment?” I asked.

“My mistress has chosen you as a potential way to teach this slave her lesson.” She responded.

“How many other potential ways are there?”  I knew I wouldn’t get a straight answer here, but I figured I’d ask to see how high up on the list I feel.

“This slave is not allowed to pretend up understand the mind of her Mistress. This slave only does as this slave is told.” She said, giving me exactly the answer I figured I’d get.

“Okay,” I said, leaning in close to her. “How am I to help teach you a lesson, slave?”

“By fucking this slave’s Mistress with his thick, hairy man parts while this slave is forced to serve.”

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That was obviously the big turning point of the night and I knew that I was up for some fun. There was just something about the way that she said “thick, hairy man parts” that explained a lot. Not only did she choose to use those words, but she said them with disdain. That let me know that she was a full on dyke and her mistress was really punishing her by making her help her fuck a guy. That just got me really into the idea and I’ll let you know what happened after that next time.

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Humiliating a Cuckquean – Part 1

If I could choose one type of fetishist to hook up with for the rest of my life then it would a cuckquean. These are filthy little perverts that I love more than any others out there. I’m sure that not everyone knows what a cuckquean is, so I’ll explain. You probably already know what a cuckold is. It’s a man whose wife is having sex with other people. In fact, the actual definition is: a man whose wife is sexually unfaithful, often regarded as an object of derision. It’s that addition of derision to the wife’s unfaithfulness that turns the whole thing into a fetish for him. What’s derision? Well that’s simply contemptuous ridicule or mockery. That means that the man is being humiliated by his wife having sex with other people. He loves the feeling of being so pathetic that his wife has to go out and get laid by someone else and that brings us back to the original term. What is a cuckquean? It’s the female version of the cuckold. You’ll have to hit up the Urban Dictionary to get the definition, but it’s accurate. According to them, a cuckquean is a wife who is compliant in her fetish for her husband’s unfaithfulness or adultery or the female equivalent of the male cuckold. It comes from the Old English word cwene, meaning Queen. The true cuckquean will be a willing participant in the sex act between the husband and the third part female and may be subjected to humiliation and degrading sexual acts by both husband and partner.

It shouldn’t come as a surprise

So, realistically, what does all of this mean? It means that if I were to ever settle with a single person, she would have to be a cuckquean. It would have to be a woman who loves being humiliated by the fact that I’m fucking as many other women as I want behind her back. In fact, I’d like to take it even further. There’s a whole subset of cuckqueans that get off on never getting off. They want to be treated like they’re so undeserving of their husbands that they can’t even get laid by them. It doesn’t matter how desperate the guys get. They’re never going to lower themselves to having sex with their wives. It works for everyone involved. Not only would I get to fuck as many other women as I want but I’d also never have to put in the work of making my wife cum. That gets really boring really quickly. I need my sex to be interesting and you just can’t get that with a wife. The sex is the same thing over and over again and you just can’t stand having it anymore. That’s the kind of life I need.

I knew a guy

Just to really get my point across, I’ll tell you about a guy I know. He had a cuckquean for a wife. She was also that kind of cuckquean who wanted to be despised by her husband. He would never touch her, no matter how hard up he happened. Of course, no matter how much you want to avoid it, at some point, you’re going to give in. It’s like fucking the fat girl at the bar. You’re horny and desperate and you’re willing to close your eyes and cover your nose and give it to her. He found a way around all of that, though. When he was super desperate, he had a Fleshlight on standby. He wouldn’t use it on himself, though. He would humiliate his wife by making her use it on him. He was horny, but he would literally make her fuck him with a fake pussy before he ever shoved his dick inside hers. That’s some hardcore shit and I fucking love it.

He was a master at humiliation

I still have to talk about the things he did because they’re what I attain to. He took it to such a level that it would destroy any healthy person’s mental state. It all came down to one of his favorite things to do. He would go out and fuck his favorite mistress until he was exhausted and ready for bed. Then he would show up back at his house but he was would have something with him. He would head home on those nights with his mistress’s used bra and panties and tell his wife to put them on. That way, he’d be able to smell his mistress in bed next to him instead of his wife. We would humiliate her on a level that would be torture for anyone who wasn’t getting off on the whole thing. It was all consensual and it was all amazing. If I could make that my life then I’d be a very happy man.

I’ve gotten close

Although I’ve never been able to live it all out as a married man, I’ve been able to play around with the whole thing a few times. There’s one time that sticks out in my mind as one of the better ones. It’s probably because I was actually the other man. That makes it sound like I was fucking the wife of a cuckold, which I’ve done many, many time, but not this one. I was, in fact, able to fuck the wife of a cuckquean. That’s because the couple I’m talking about was a lesbian couple. The dominant lesbian was more than happy to give her submissive wife what she wanted. She humiliated her all of the time and fucked around as much as she wanted. Luckily for me, the dominant wife was bisexual. The cuckquean was a full on lesbian, but she knew well enough to do anything that her wife told her to do. If she didn’t then it never would have been as much fun as this whole thing ended up being. Believe me when I tell you that this was a fun time for everyone involved.

I was at a bar

Anyway, this whole thing started one night when I was at a bar. It was in the middle of the week, so there weren’t a ton of people in there. Actually, this is a good tip. If you ever want to get yourself into some trouble, or some fun, go to a bar in the middle of the week. That’s when adventurous souls are usually about. The normal people out there can’t drink in the middle of the week. When you’re a little off to the point of doing what these women did, then you’re more than okay with getting shitfaced on a Wednesday. So, there I was, just sitting at a table and minding my own business. I was a few beer in and just fucking around on my phone when I felt the table move. It shifted up and then back down again. I was a little shocked, to say the least, and looked up to see what the fuck was going on. It turned out that the table moved because a total stranger had decided to sit down at my table with me. I had no idea who she was, but that would change very soon.

I took her in

I took a minute to look at her and figure out what I was dealing with. It didn’t seem like she was drunk. That wouldn’t have surprised me in the least. She wasn’t though, but it was kind of difficult to tell. She kept her eyes down the entire time I was looking at her. It was like she had been trained to never make eye contact with anyone. I could still get a good look at her, though. She had shoulder length brown hair that was straight and in a ponytail. Her body was skinny but hot. She had a really nice set of tits on her. There’s really nothing better than a skinny body and big tits and I could already feel my cock start to pulse just looking at them. I could also tell that she had a longish skinny face with big glasses. In fact, if you’ve ever seen that Cock commercial about nerds and remember the girl with glasses who plugs something in, this was an exact copy of her. I have to say that I was intrigued right away and I was really hoping that she was in the market for some dick rather than just some drunk college whore who happened to sit down at the wrong table after puking her ass off in the restroom.

More next time

I’ll let you know what happened next time. This was just the start of it all and I had a really good time that night. I had to spend a lot of time explaining what the hell a cuckquean is, but it was worth it. In fact, if there’s anyone reading this that also happens to be a cuckquean, then send me a message! I think we can have a good time together!

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Seducing an Older Woman – Part 12

I’m not sure how long I managed to sleep that night. I was naked from the waist down and in bed with the woman of my dreams. The act of spooning her just felt right to me. I could feel her breathing against my chest as she slept facing away from me. Just the smell of her perfume mixed with her sweat was enough to make me happy. It didn’t hurt that I had just blown a massive load in between her thighs. I swallowed a handful of Viagra just a little while before and I couldn’t stop myself. I could have woken her up to take the load from me, but I knew that she had to rest. I had just fingered her so hard in the bathroom that I made her pussy explode is a gush of squirt that soaked her thighs and covered the floor. That’s why it was so easy for me fuck her while she slept. I just slid my cock into her thigh gap and gave her a few pumps. I was so worked up that my cum just flowed right out of me and mingled with the juices all over her legs. My dick was still in between her thighs when I fell asleep.

She woke me up

I remember that I had some really weird dreams that day, but I don’t remember what they were. I don’t know if it was because of the Viagra or something else, but they’re still with me in some way. Anyway, I woke up when I felt her moving in my arms. I was just coming to when I felt her turn around to lie on her back and turn her head toward me. She was wearing her best smile and touched my face with her hand. It was warm and soft against my cheek. She leaned in and kissed me and I watch a look of confusion spread across her eyes. She looked down and around finally back at me.

“What smells like cum?” She asked.

I was surprised that she could smell it, but I guess that a woman like her is just in tune with it. She can sense cum, no matter where it is or what she’s doing. I just snorted a little laugh and grabbed onto her wrist. I guided her hand down between her thighs and pressed it into the mixture of bodily fluids that coated her.

“I couldn’t wait for you.” I answered.

She liked it

She certainly wasn’t upset about me fucking her in her sleep. In fact, it seemed like she really enjoyed it. She kept smiling while she spread her legs and ran her fingertips through the mess that I left her. She even worked it up and rubbed it all the outside of her pussy. I watched her lick what was left off of her fingers before she put her hand back on my face.

“You should have woken me. I would have taken care of you, honey.” She said with that same smile.

“It’s okay, you needed the rest. Plus I still have plenty more of you.” I said that as a joke but then I realized that it wasn’t before I even finished the sentence. My cock was rock solid yet again and sticking out to point at her. I probably wouldn’t have even noticed if I didn’t feel her hip brush against it. I looked down and it was standing at attention just over her body. Now that I was aware of it, I couldn’t go another second without dropping another load. I was throbbing and horny all over again.

I just took her

I looked back up at her just in time to see her looking down to see my dick ready and waiting for her. She started to reach for it but I needed something else. I needed to take her. I needed to make her mine right then and there. She was perfect and I wanted her for myself. I didn’t waste any time. I dropped my right leg on top of her left and rolled over while I pushed her right knee aside with my left. I was immediately on top of her with her legs spread wide and I was going to take of my needs with her body. She looked right up into my eyes and grabbed onto her wrists with my hands to pull them back over her head and I felt her lay her feet on top of my calves to open herself up and give me as much penetration power as I could possibly have. I lifted my ass and she closed her eyes, just waiting for me to plow my cock deep inside her still wet but sore pussy.

I didn’t disappoint her

I was getting pretty good at using her body at this point. I knew how she felt and I knew how it reacted to me. I didn’t have to play it safe here at all. I just jammed my cock forward and slipped right inside her. Her delicious little hole just ate me right up and she gasped at feeling me go so deep so quickly. I could have taken my time here, but I didn’t want to. I jackhammered inside her and it felt amazing. I started fucking her so hard and fast that her perfect tits started to make their way out from behind her shirt. Her top few buttons actually came undone and I looked to my dried up cum from earlier in the day. I was still coating the space in between her tits and it turned me on even. She kept it there all day long and it made me feel like she did it to worship me in her own small way. There’s no way that you can feel that and not just about have your balls explode then and there. She was in love with my primal male energy and I was happy to give it to her. That’s when her husband knocked.

I kept going

The knock was soft and not meant to shock her, but it was certainly there. I should have stopped fucking the man’s wife, but I just couldn’t. I knew that she didn’t want to me stop, either. I felt her legs tighten around mine to keep me going. She opened her eyes and looked to the door.

“Ye… Yes?” She managed to get out. She tried her hardest to not sound like she was being hammered while she spoke, to varying degrees of success.

Honey? Are you okay? You don’t sound good.” He said from the other side of the door. Luckily, he wasn’t trying to open the door but I could feel my heart pounding at the thought of it.

“No, babe, I’m… I’m really… MMM!… I’m really sick! Don’t.. Oh, fuck!… Don’t come in here!” She half spoke and half yelled. She did an amazing job at making it sound like she was in the middle of a violent vomited session. She and I were the only ones who knew that her “Mmms” and “Oh fucks” were from my 18 year old cock slamming into her 40-something year old cunt and violating his horny, disused wife.

He left quickly

She would later tell me that he couldn’t stand the sounds of vomiting and that was why he left as soon as she finished her sentence. He mumbled something about her feeling better and we were all alone again. That whole episode was all that I could handle. Fucking his wife on the other side of the door with her pressing me to go harder and deeper at the same time was all it took. She must have been able to tell because she lifted her head to speak as softly as she could with her husband still somewhere in the house.

“Cum inside me, love. Cum inside me hard. Make me your little cum slut. I know you want to, sweetie.”

That was it. My balls absolutely exploded. I could actually feel the cum shots erupting through my cock. I slammed myself inside her until my head was pressed against her cervix and let every last drop fill her up. I let my entire body tense while I felt burst after burst of cum shoot out of me and into her. It wouldn’t be until later that I realized just how much I tensed. She would end up showing me the perfect outlines of my own palms and fingers that I left around her delicate little wrists. I think it was that pain that made her start to cum just as the last few shots of semen splashed inside her.

More next time

That’s still one of the best fucks that I’ve ever had. Everything just came together perfectly that day. Little did I know that taking four Viagra pills would continue to have a massive effect on me. It was like, not matter how many times I came and how intense it was, I’d be right back to step one less than an hour later. That’s actually why there’s still so much story left to tell you. I’ll let you know what happened next as soon as I can.