2 comments/ 14810 views/ 10 favorites Cuckold Joe & Bunny Bone Pt. 01 By: Chance005 This is a multi-part story that revolves around the two characters. I prefer very short stories that get to the point in time, and I hope you will not equate lack of length with lack of quality: It's meant to be very crude and concise, and I've labored plenty to make it as dumb, funny and sexy as possible :-) Also, please note that English is not my first language, so do accept my apologies in advance for any grammatical transgression that may occur. ***** Chapter 1: Marriage They'd finished their dinner and Cuckold Joe sat on his sorry knees before his wife who was sipping Chardonnay and checking her Facebook-feed. "More tongue, bitch!" she demanded and shoved his face so hard into her pussy that he struggled for breath. Bunny Bone was her name, and she was so fucking hot people always assumed Cuckold Joe made a lot more money than he actually did. He was fairly well off, way better than some, but nowhere near enough to bridge the perceived gap between the two in terms of physical appearances. She was fucking hot, with her long legs and curvy hips and big-ass pornstar titties. He was just a regular-looking schmuck with a big nose and residing hairline. People had to assume it was the money, even the ones who didn't know that he had a tiny dick. In reality, it had very little to do with money and a lot more to do with him sitting on his knees before her, eating her wet pussy while she was drinking Chardonnay. "Don't be bothered if it tastes a little funny," she said. "It's just 'cause I stopped by your office during lunch and fucked that guy Gerry from the sales-department." "Gerry?" Cuckold Joe moaned with his face full of pussy. "Why would anyone fuck Gerry? He's a dick!" "Just shut up and suck my cunt, sweetie! I know he's a dick... but you know how much it turns me on when people bully you. For weeks it's been Gerry this, Gerry that, Gerry blah-blah-blah. And today I thought, fuck it, I'm not gonna listen to this crap any more. So I went to his office and introduced myself as your loving wife and said that I would suck his dick real good if he'd let me. And he was up for it. He said he liked my big, fat titties, and I sucked his balls and his dick until my knees were sore. Then he bent me over his desk and pounded me from behind while slapping my ass and pulling my hair. He was all like [mock male voice] Do you dig it? and I was like, [mock female voice], Ah, I LOVE it! and he goes, [mock male voice] Do you dig my cock, bitch?, and I'm all like, [mock female voice] Yeah, I'm gonna cum all over your big fat cock!! And I came so hard my legs cramped up, and then he was gonna cum too, and I begged him not to cum inside me, like, [mock female voice] Please, cum all over my face, I want to taste your cum, but you probably know better than I what he's like: [mock male voice] In my office I cum wherever I goddamn well please, bitch! And he filled me up real good and told me to get the fuck out 'cause he had work to do! Does that make you hard, honey?" Cuckold Joe groaned in agony, jacking his tiny dick in his hand intensely. "Not yet," his wife warned him. She grabbed him by the neck and jerked her groin against his face a few times while holding her breath. With a gentle sigh she released her fluids in his face and smiled. "Now you can cum for me, baby," she said and stuck her calf between his legs. Joe gave another groan, and a few pathetic drops squirted from his little thing and landed on her stockings. "Oh, honey, you're the best," Bunny said. "No," Cuckold Joe panted on the floor. "You are." *** They got married about five years ago. They'd been living together for a few years already, and Cuckold Joe knew the deal. She didn't dupe him into anything he wasn't already aware of. The wedding was Bunny's decision, mainly to fulfill her long-time dream of cheating on her husband on the day of their wedding and serve up some sloppy seconds on the wedding night. Her buddy Jeremy was the man. J the man. He and Bunny went way back, and he was hung like a stud. The outdoor ceremony was sunny and classy, and afterward they had a big-ass party with speeches and a band and a big-ass cake, and Bunny looked spectacular in her sleeveless white wedding gown. Cuckold Joe couldn't take his eyes off his lovely wife. But finally he did, and Bunny took Jeremy to a secluded downstairs bathroom, and he hitched up her gown and fucked her on the bathroom-floor with her legs in the air until she came so hard her eyes rolled into her skull. When he pulled out she was soaking in sweat and cross-eyed, and her pussy looked like a sloppy wet rag between her legs. Her sleeveless white wedding-gown was squeezing her big tits together like a scene from baroque Versailles, but Jeremy still just about managed to push his big wet cock down her dress, allowing for minor yet audible tears at the seams, and he fucked her chunky cleavage and flushed a big wet load of spunk down her dress. He kept her panties as a souvenir, and left her in peace to fix her make-up. Later that night, Cuckold Joe carried his beautiful bride across the doorstep into a lush downtown hotel suite. She undressed for him and let him suck her tits, and then he got on top of her and stuck his puny dick into her fucked-to-shits pussy. It was perfect. She checked her fingernails, barely noticing that he was inside her, and he made sweet sweet love to her, on a night they would always remember and cherish. Cuckold Joe & Bunny Bone Pt. 02 Dan from next door lived next door. He was bald and butch and had a mustache and a wife called Claire who used to look spectacular some ten years ago, and still acted like she did. Bunny Bone and Cuckold Joe didn't pay much attention to their next door neighbors, they each minded their business and smiled and waved 'hello' when their paths crossed, sometimes without the customary 'how are you' 'fine' 'how bout the weather?' afterward. But then one day Dan decided to get a new car, a convertible, the kind that catches the eye and looks like it is mocking the super-highway speed-limit even when it's parked. Bunny was out in the yard when he took it home for the first time, and just the sight of it rolling into the next door neighbor's driveway made her nipples hard. She had to go inside and jack herself off on the couch while thinking about Dan from next door, which made her feel slightly uncomfortable. She got over it, and the next time she saw Dan's wife Claire head off to the store in her electric wife-mobile she put on a cute pink top and headed across the street. Dan opened the door. "Hi, it's just me from next door. Bunny. Is your wife in?" "Er... no, she actually just headed out." "Oh, OK. It was nothing really. Just tell her I stopped by. Hey, I really like your new car, is it, like, Bugatti?" "Yeah. Thanks. It's a Bugatti. Drives like a motherfucker. Pardon my French." "Nice. I always wanted to cruise around in one of those." "Er... what... what, say... you wanna go for a spin?" "What? Like, right now?" "Uh... maybe not right now, but..." "Sure!" They took the top down and headed out on the highway. The car was bursting with pent-up energy, responding with eager vigor to the slightest touch of the petal, making Bunny's stomach all tingly and her pussy wet. They headed out on a country road, heading towards the sea, and Bunny put her hand on his crotch. Dan from next door gave her a big wide grin and stepped on it. Bunny leaned over and unbuttoned his jeans and took his cock in her mouth. His cock was big and muscular, a cock fit for a countryside trip in a brand new Bugatti. It tasted of manhood and gasoline, and the engine was roaring with liberty while the wheels still felt entirely safely glued to the tarmac. He pulled over at the wayside and pulled her top off so that he could get a good feel of those big titties. They felt soft and alive, and her nipples were as hard as his cock, digging into his wide palms while he squeezed her titties greedily. He reached over and stuck his hand down her pants and found her pussy oiled-up and ready like the twelfth guy in his V12, the one who always has to endure the excruciating wait for the other eleven to fire before he can burst, and when he rubbed that pussy it snapped its hungry jaws at his fingers like a shark in bloody waters. She threw her leg up on the back of the seat, and he made her cum with his hand until her gorgeous face got all twisted in his lap. There ain't nothing quite like calmly watching while a truly beautiful lady-face turns all weird and ugly from pleasure. He got out of the car and bent her over the aggressive, low-riding hood of the Bugatti. Her tits were nice, but her ass was even better, bending over to perfect its bubbly-bubbly heart-shaped curves to contrast the mean lean geometry of his convertible. He rammed her dripping wet pussy from behind and fucked her while she suckled on his fingers and polished the warm hood with her big soft tits. A car drove by and honked his horn. Dan from next door waved back with his fist clenched. The Bugatti rocked gently back and forth as he fucked her harder and further up on the hood until her feet could no longer touch the ground and she lay sprawled across the hood of the car with him pounding away on top of her until she came once more. He pulled out of her just in time to blow his load into the air and see it rain down on the hood of the car, whereupon she licked his cum off the shiny metallic finish. "I love it," she purred. "I fucking love your car." There has to be an end to the story? Well, they drove back home and went back to being good neighbors who minded their business and smiled and waved 'hello' when they met. Dan's wife Claire made him trade the Bugatti in for a more sensible choice, and Bunny hated her for it. Cuckold Joe & Bunny Bone Pt. 03 Chapter 3: Work There's not much to say about Cuckold Joe's professional life. He had a boring job in a bank. Mid-level management. Decent pay. Bunny, on the other hand, worked part-time as a physical fitness instructor at the local gym where crazy shit went down all the time. She didn't have to work, but she did it all the same, part time, 'cause she felt like it. It was nice to have a place to go to and tell fat fucks how to get fit. Most of the regulars at the gym were nice and polite, but everywhere people gather there will be the occasional jerk. It's a universal law of nature. For instance: A while back, a big, loud goon called Burt and his two hamster-witted pals started to come in like four times a week, and they were just nasty bullies. They'd parade their bulging muscles around the place and poke mean-spirited fun at everyone who looked slightly skinny or slightly fat, and point and nudge and whisper and snicker between themselves in a completely inappropriate manner at the sight of a hot female doing reps. Bunny and some other members of staff approached the manager to have the jolly trio evicted, but the manager was way too much of a pussy to do anything about it. Bunny was on the treadmill when Burt passed by. He nudged his pal and said, "hey, why do I suddenly feel like going for a large jug of milk-shake?" "Ha ha ha! Good one, Burt!" It wasn't all that nasty, but a final-straw kind of moment all the same. Bunny had had enough. She hit the stop-button, grabbed Burt by the ear and frog-marched him into the staff wardrobe. She took him to the toilet and told him to sit the fuck down on the seat. "Sit your ass the fuck down, numbskull!" were her precise words. "It's people like you who make life suck for everyone else, you fuck-witted shit!" She pulled his shorts off and threw it in his face. Then she removed her tights and straddled him on the toilet seat, sat herself down on his hard dick and started to ride him something fierce while telling him in no uncertain terms what she thought of him while slapping his cheeks: "You fucking fuck-headed shit-fucked fuck! You're nothing but a cock-faced shit-for-fucks fuckhead!" Burt took the slaps and abuse like a champ, grinned and started fondling her big tits underneath her tight, sexy training-top, which he pulled up above her chest to get a better look. She spat in his face. "Fucking fuck-faced loser!" She spat once more, and a third time. Burt wasn't gonna stand for that. Once, twice, fine, but not three times. Three times was one time too many to get spat in the face. He grabbed her neck and stood up from the seat, and twisted her arm behind her back. He forced her to her knees on the bathroom floor and fucked her in the ass until she squealed like a pig. "Bark for me, bitch! Bark!" he gnarled and ripped her hair. "Arf! Arf! Woof! Woof, for fucks sake!" He pulled out after a while and sat her up and shoved his dick in her face, fucked her deep down in her throat until she coughed up a huge chunk of slime from her stomach. Then he planted a sticky load of cum right on her forehead that started to run down her eyes and cheeks. She had a big, fat grin on her face. "Nice workout," she sighed. Burt flexed his biceps in front of the bathroom mirror. He looked mighty pleased with himself. But then he had to go and be a jerk again. It wasn't his fault. It's just nature. "Fucked your ass good, ya dirty shit-faced skank!" he said and leaned down and gave Bunny's nipple a good, hard twist that hurt like fuck. "CRAP!" she cried. She sprung to her feet, grabbed his head and head-butted his nose with her cum-stained forehead so hard blood and cum splattered the ceiling. Then she thumped her knee into his ribs and watched him crumble to the floor like a sack of potatoes. "AAH! BITCH! YOU BOKE BY DOSE!" he cried while clutching his fucked up face. "Go cry about it, fuck-face," she said and left. When Burt emerged from the bathroom he located his buddies and told them all about what had happened. Or, at least selected parts that he deemed relevant to get the gist of the story. "Massive tits, man! And she barked like a dog when I fucked her ass! Woof! Woof!" "Ha ha, that's awesome!" "What a bitch!" But at least they left her alone after that, and pretty soon they stopped coming altogether. Good riddance. Cuckold Joe & Bunny Bone Pt. 04 Chapter 4: "It was on Sale!" "So. How was your day?" Cuckold Joe said. "Fine," Bunny said, reading a magazine. "Care to elaborate?" "My day?" Bunny said, putting the magazine away. "Well, I didn't feel like going to work so I called in and said I wasn't feeling well, and I went shopping instead. I tried on a couple of dresses and gowns, but I settled for a new jacket, oh, and a skirt, 'cause I noticed that the clerk was getting a hard-on when I asked him how it looked. I borrowed your credit-card, it's on the dresser. I went for a coffee, and then I bumped into a guy I used to go out with, Ben. Don't worry, this was long before you came along and swept me off my feet. Did I ever tell you about Ben?" "Hard to say. I don't really try real hard to keep track of your exes." "Well, he was a nice enough guy, but we just weren't right for each other. I mean, sure, he could make me cum like no other, and he was fun as fuck in bed, but he had a bad temper that landed him in trouble with the law, and then he had to go and fuck my sister." "Tara?" "Yeah! Can you believe that? She's not even hot!" "Er... How did you react when she told you?" "She didn't. He did. Things were going well between us, and we had a romantic evening. Before long he had me dressed up in a cute little Lara Croft-outfit that he liked, and he tied me up. He was doing me doggy-style when suddenly he sticks his dick in my ass and declares, 'Oh, by the way, I fucked your sister last week.' I was like, what the fuck? So he fucked my ass and told me all about it, what her nipples taste like and how she begged for it, and I could see how it turned things hot and aggressive right then and there, but once we were done I knew things wouldn't work out between us. I mean, you don't fuck people's sisters, right? It's like an unwritten law or something." "I guess..." "So, anyway, I haven't seen him for a long time, but then I run into him today. And he's all, like, got a nice job that he likes, wears a suit, got a wife and a car, and I'm thinking, it's good that people change. Everybody grows up in the end, right? And he had an apartment just nearby, and we went back to his place to have a glass of wine and catch up. We both get a bit tipsy after a few glasses, and when we go to the balcony to check out the view he starts feeling me up. And I'm thinking, people can change, but they don't change that much. They look all business when you meet them, but the you start talking, and you find that they're basically the same. I put on the new skirt I'd just bought, and he says it makes me look like a hooker, so he sticks two dollars in my thong and starts doing me from behind in front of a big mirror in the hallway. He's working me pretty good, but something isn't quite the same. I start thinking about his wife, what she's like and what he's like with her. Then he asks, 'how much to fuck your ass, whore?' And - get this - I'm like, well, how much does your wife charge? He's getting worked up about it, as you can probably imagine, and he's like, 'You don't think I fuck my wife this way? You don't think she dresses like a whore for her man?' Finally he's getting into it like he used to! So I keep pushing him, saying, 'I bet the two of you are all about the aroma candles and massage oils.' Ha, ha, I wish you could see his face! He's furious, he turns me around to face him, slaps my face and grabs my crotch and makes me cum with his hand. He's so fucking skilled with his hands. And he gets me down on my knees and fucks my face until I gag, going, 'didn't I fuck your sister? I don't remember her gagging and moaning when she sucked my cock.' Then he pisses all over me, like, drowns me in piss. He used to be into that, so I don't know why I'm surprised. He sticks another two bucks in my panties and says, 'that's fucking twice what my wife gets when I piss in her ugly face.' Then he fucks me in the ass and makes me cum again, before he soaks my face in cum and tells me to get the fuck out 'cause I smell like piss and whatnot. And I'm thinking, it's nice to catch up with old friends, figure out that underneath their brand new facade there's still the person you once knew, but the other side of the same coin is that you're bound to remember why you drifted apart in the first place." Joe went silent. "What?" Bunny said. Joe grabbed the magazine and started flipping through it. "Oh, are you gonna pout now? You're the one who asked me about my fucking day. Is it about the jacket? It was on fucking sale!" "It's not about the jacket," Joe said. "No? Oh. It's about the ex-boyfriend thing. Well, like I said, it was a long time ago, and you have no need to feel intimidated. In fact..." She smiled alluringly and stood up from her chair. She flipped down the waist of her jeans and exposed her thong. Stuck to the side of it were two crumpled up dollar bills. Joe swallowed. "Let's turn it into a good thing. Let's turn it into our thing," she said. "How 'bout it? Wanna cum on the dollar-bills I made for being piss-whore?" Took him about 45 seconds to come. "I love you," she said. "Let's never fight again." "Love you too," he replied. Cuckold Joe & Bunny Bone Pt. 05 Chapter 5: Bunny Bone's Brilliant Birthday Bash For her birthday, Cuckold Joe got his wife Bunny a new pair of shoes. They were spectacular. Christian Louboutin, the ones with red bottom. Beautiful pitch-black leather with hand-made stitches, studded with real diamonds. Tall soles and heels that could kill a man. They were the kind of shoes you'd wear on television. "Do you like them?" Joe asked. "Like them?" Bunny said. "I would fuck them and have their babies." To properly thank her husband for the gift she slammed his head down on the kitchen counter and grabbed his dick from behind. She thrust her pelvis against his ass as if she was fucking him, just the way he liked it. To put an extra pinch of spice on the occasion, she told him about the time she cheated on him with a sweaty, middle-aged Greek guy on their trip to Europe a few years back. "You remember him, right? From the beach? We both laughed when we saw him, 'cause he looked so cheesy in that tiny swimming-trunk and his greasy pony-tail. God, it was so fucking hot that day. You left to get something to eat, and he came straight over once you were out of sight. He didn't speak much English. I took him to our hotel-room, 'cause of the air-condition, right? But the damn thing wouldn't work, or I didn't know how to work it, and it was like a fucking sauna in there. He fucked me so good on our hotel bed, like the heat wasn't even bothering him, and I sucked his hairy balls while my brain turned into melted cheese. He made me cum so hard, baby! But after a while, the heat was just intolerable, and he showed no signs of letting up, so I begged him to fuck me in the ass, 'cause I thought it would make him cum sooner. He liked that. His big Greek boner felt so righteous in my asshole, and the fucker kept going until I passed out! When I woke up, I had a sore ass, a face full of cum and two hundred Euros were missing from my purse. ." Joe groaned and came in her hand. Bunny put her new shoes on and picked out a short black dress with a mean cleavage to go with them. "You're going out?" Joe said. "Yeah. I'd ask you to come, but it's my birthday, and I don't really want you to." "That's all right. I'll stay home and watch the game. Who are you meeting?" "Nobody. Not that I know of. Don't wait up." "Have fun." *** It was her birthday, and Bunny sat in a particularly seedy bar in her pretty black dress and her spectacular new Christian Louboutin shoes that her husband had given her just hours earlier. A biker goon with a snake tattooed on his face approached her and asked if he could buy her a drink. "Sure," she said, even though she hadn't even finished the one in front of her. A girl's allowed to spoil herself on her own birthday. The goon ordered a double. Twenty minutes later, Bunny was sucking his big fat dick in a bathroom stall. He bent down and groped her titties and told her she had good cock-sucking lips. He was getting real hard by now, and he wanted her to try and fit the entire thing into her mouth. She tried to tell him that it was too much, but he couldn't hear her because her mouth was full of cock, so he kept encouraging her by holding on to her head and pressing his dick further down her throat until she gagged and puked all over his pretty dick. "FUCK!" he cried. "I THOUGHT YOU SAID YOU WERE GOOD AT THIS!" Bunny threw her head into the toilet bowl and puked some more. "That's nasty," the goon said and wiped some chunky remains of birthday dinner off his cock. He looked down at Bunny in her pretty dress and fancy shoes, kneeling in front of the toilet with her head in the bowl. "But you know what would be even more nasty?" he said, scratching his chin. He hitched up her dress and smacked her ass up right, pulled her panties down to her knees and rammed his cock into her asshole, using her own puke for lubricant. He pushed her face all the way down into the puke-stained bowl and hit the flusher. "Fuck, yeah," he groaned. "You know, I thought this was just gonna be a cheap way to empty my balls, but this is turning into something real special. You know, something you wanna tell your friends about and shit." He hammered her ass so hard you could hear the claps out on the street, and when he pulled out her rim was so loose a huge chunk of shit came pouring out, landing in a big pile on the bathroom floor between her knees. "FUCK!" he cried, yet again. "Now you're shitting on my cock?" He grabbed her wet hair and pulled her up from the bowl, dick-slapped her a few times with his filthy cock. "CLEAN THAT UP!" he barked and shoved his dick into her mouth. "Now," he said, standing back. "Where do you want the load, bitch? I'll let you choose between your fucking face and your tits, 'cause I'm not an inconsiderate dirty pig like you!" "WHAT?!" Bunny yelled. "YOU'RE FUCKING DONE?! I DIDN'T EVEN CUM YET!!" "Er..." the goon stuttered. "You- you wanna cum? After all that?" "Fuck yeah! It's my fucking birthday!" "... Respect!" "Just watch the shoes, will you? They're brand new." The goon ripped her dress wide open in the front, pressed her against the wall and choked her until her face turned blue, spanking her pussy with his hand until she came for thirty seconds straight. Then he hitched her legs up, back pressed against the wall, and fucked that tender wet fuck-hole until she came so hard she started to cry. He dropped her to the floor and sprayed his sticky-juice all over her. "FUCK!" she cried. "What...?" the goon said. "THERE! THERE'S A FUCKING CUM-STAIN on my SHOE!" "Er..." "I TOLD YOU TO FUCKING WATCH THE SHOES, ASSHOLE!" Bunny socked his nose and elbowed his mouth so hard his jaw broke. It wasn't pretty. She fucked him up good, but stopped short of fracturing his skull against the toilet. "Thanks for ruining my perfect birthday, asshole," she said, spat on him and left. Didn't even catch his name. The cum-stain came out at the cleaners quite easily, but she still sensed that it was there, and it kept bugging her. Cuckold Joe & Bunny Bone Pt. 06 Chapter 6: Dashing Derek Bunny met Dashing Derek in a hotel bar. He was tall and dark and amazingly handsome, soft spoken and polite, but you could tell just by looking at him that he had a mean-streak. Bunny was intrigued. - Actually, she was drunk and bored to tears. Greg's Gym was on a bullshit weekend team-building seminar at the hotel, and she found it absolutely excruciating. See, Bunny loved her part-time job; the only thing she couldn't stand was her co-workers. Who the fuck were these people? Greg, her boss, was a cowardly weasel; Martin the yoga-instructor gave her the creeps; the fitness-people were fucking air-heads; Harry the PT was just a tool and a half; and finally you had Belinda the accountant, who was OK, meaning nice but only marginally more interesting than a blank piece of cardboard. The team-building exercises were just awful, but then she actually had to spend the evening with them to boot. She spent the entire five-course meal asking for more wine and contemplating shoving her fork up her boss's ass. "Team-build this, fucker!" Greg had graciously seated her next to Harry, who still harbored a healthy dose of resentment towards her from the time one of her elaborate practical jokes almost landed him in jail. Everybody else found it funny, what's his problem? Greg probably figured since they were both hired to do the same job, they probably had a lot to talk about. The opposite was closer to the truth. They were both doing the same job, hence they competed for the same customers. They were both hugely competitive, and none of them believed in fair play. All they had to say to each other boiled down to variations on the theme 'fuck you'. All this may have played into her finding Dashing Derek so darn dashing over by the bar, but he was a handsome man. He was there on business, too. Said he worked for a major TV-network. Bunny said she hated TV. So did he. "Hey, you know what would make a great show?" Bunny said. "Someone who exposed and ridiculed phony team-building coaches. Team-building nightmares." Dashing Derek shrugged. "I don't make shows. I axe them." "You're mean." "Guess so." "Wanna go upstairs?" "Sure." They went to Dashing Derek's room on the fourth floor. Bunny leaned in to kiss him once inside, but he backed off. "I wanna show you something first." He pulled out his suitcase and opened it. Inside was a fucking treasure-chest for the wicked: Hand-cuffs, chains, whips, butt-plugs, gag-balls, you name it. Bunny sighed. "Uh. Do we have to? Can't we just fuck?" Dashing Derek didn't reply. He took out a pair of cuffs and walked over to Bunny. He locked it around her wrist, put her hands behind her back, and locked the other one as well. "It'll just take a second. It'll be worth it. Promise," he said. Bunny didn't mind. It'd been a while since she'd been tied up. Dashing Derek went back to the suitcase and returned with a pitch-black silk scarf. He tied it around her head so she could no longer see. "How do you feel?" he said. "Dark." "Good." He led her to the bed and sat her gently down on the edge. She was still wearing her short black cocktail-dress and her shiny black heels. She felt the anticipation build inside her as long seconds passed in dark silence. Finally there was a gentle touch on her cheek. His cock. She turned her head and wrapped her lips around it. Gave it a good, erotic suck. He pulled down her shoulder-straps and released her big, gorgeous titties from the clutch of her dress. He squeezed them gently, felt her hard nipples between his fingers. He withdrew his cock and gave her a gentle slap across the cheek. Then one across the other. Bunny made no effort to object. He grabbed hold of her throat and made her stand up, squeezing her neck gently. It turned her on. With his free hand he reached underneath her dress and stroked his fingers along her crotch on top of her underwear. She gasped. Opened her legs slightly to let him in. He went for it. Jammed his hand down her panties and rubbed her pussy with his fingers, sliding the middle one in and out of her wet slit until it was fucking foaming. "Fuck, yeah!" Bunny moaned with his other hand still firmly around her neck. She jerked her groin eagerly against his hand to make him go harder, faster, further. She was almost there, but just almost, when he suddenly released her and pushed her down on the bed. "Gah! Fuck!" Bunny panted. Her crotch was fucking aching for it. He flipped her over on her stomach and lifted her hips up onto her knees. Then he slid the dress up around her waist to reveal the full glory of her juicy round ass; the shape of the buttocks perfectly framed by her black thong. When he removed it her juices still clung to the cloth. "Fuck me!" she moaned. "I fucking want it!" He took his sweet time, positioning her just right, adjusting the height, allowing his hands second and third servings of felt-up lady-butt. "Please!" she groaned. "Fuck me! I want it so bad!" He stroked his dick-head along her pussy until it slid inside. Bunny gasped and squirmed as he started to hump her from behind. "So good... so good..." she whimpered. It didn't take long, a minute or two at the most, before electric jolts started to travel up and down her spine, and the orgasm she'd been cheated of earlier washed over her with twice the strength. Yeah. She came loud and hard, her pussy pumping and gushing all over his cock. He slapped her ass and fucked her some more, and before long, she came again. It felt like the darkness had obliterated the world outside, and all that was left was the pleasure bestowed on her by this strong, silent force that liberated her from the weight of her own will. "Ah, I love it," she gasped, "I love being tied up... I love being your slave!" He turned her over on her back. Grabbed her thighs and folded her legs back against her upper body, spreading her out before him. His dick slid across her pussy, and further down. "Yeah!" she gasped. "Fuck my ass! Fuck my asshole! I'm begging!" He'd already lubed up, and it didn't take long to break through her tight opening. She roared when he pushed himself all the way inside. "I love your cock!" she burst out. "Your cock feels so good inside my ass! Harder! I wanna cum with your cock in my ass!" He pounded her like a champ, and soon she mustered up her third kicking and screaming orgasm, during which her asshole retracted so hard it felt like it was trying to snap his dick right off. He pulled out, fucked her titties, stuck it in her mouth, fucked her titties some more, stuck his balls in her mouth, rubbed his junk on her face, back to her titties, and finally he came all over her chunky fun-bags. Yeah! She suckled the remains from off his softening dick as he removed her blindfold, and as she opened her eyes she looked directly into the stupid grin of the man straddling her chest... Harry! Harry the PT! Harry the douche! Harry the tool! "FUCK!" she yelled and shook him off with her upper body. Her hands were still cuffed behind her back. "FUCK!" she repeated, spitting out the remains in her mouth. "YOU FUCKING FUCK! HOW...? WHAT...?" Harry giggled. Dashing Derek emerged from a chair in the corner of the room. He went over to Bunny and unlocked her cuffs. "This is my man Derek," Harry said with a big fat smile. "WHAT?! YOU... Fucking... This is..." "This is me getting even!" Harry said. "Remember? That prank you pulled, when I almost ended up in jail? Funny, right? Well, so is this! From a proper distance, of course!" "I swear to God, I'll..." Bunny hissed, adjusting her dress. "Yeah, you can report me, or you can punch me or whatever, but whatever you do we'll both know that you love my cock, and that it feels so good up your precious ass, and that you sucked my fucking balls! BOO-YA!" Bunny chuckled. He got her good, she had to admit. "Fucking jackass!"she said. She knew one thing: She'd get him back in time. Cuckold Joe & Bunny Bone Pt. 07 Chapter 7: Running late Bunny was supposed to meet Cuckold Joe, her husband, in a bar, but he was running late. He called her up and said he'd be there in fifteen minutes, twenty tops. Bunny said "Fine" and hung up, but she wasn't fine. She was pissed off about it. To punish Cuckold Joe for his intolerable transgression, she decided to whore herself out to two Nigerian fellows who were sitting at a table by the window. They'd been checking her out ever since she entered the bar and sat her sweet ass down on the stool, looking like a million bucks in her skimpy white dress. She finished her drink in one fell swoop and approached them, leaning against the table in a spectacular pose. "Hey guys, I don't mean to interrupt, but I couldn't help but to notice that the two of you have been staring at my ass for five minutes straight, and I was wondering if any of you have access to private property near by?" One of the Nigerians was tall and muscular, the other one short and scrawny. "I live near by," the scrawny one said. "Just down the block." "Cool! It's fifty bucks a piece, provided we can leave right now." The two of them took a good look at her. Then they started to laugh. "Man, you called it!" the scrawny one said. "I'm telling you, all the American girls! All of them!" The scrawny-looking one was called John, and the big one said his name was Jean. "So... John and John?" "No, no, Jean." "What did I say?" "You said John and John." "And you said...?" "Jean. It's Jean." "John and Jahn." "John and Jean." "Ah, John and Shaun!" "Yes! That's it! Jean! What's your name?" "Uh... Dawn," Bunny said. It was a good thing it was only a four minute walk, or the conversation could have gotten seriously silly. First thing big-Jean did when they entered little-John's apartment was to hitch up "Dawn"s skimpy dress and grabbed her ass. He used both hands and felt up both cheeks with great care, like he was examining a strange, compelling texture. Dawn made a hnn-based sound that signaled delight. "You like the black men?" he asked. "I luuv black cock," Dawn said. "Heh, heh. Maybe you should pay us fifty bucks?" "You take Visa?" Bunny was starting to like Dawn. They walked into the living-room where little-John was sitting on the couch, rolling up a bastard of a big fat one. Dawn sat her sweet ass down on the two-seater next to him, and big-Jean hit the chair on the opposite side of the table. Bunny didn't smoke, but luckily Dawn did, and she puffed on that sucker like she needed it for surgery or something when John passed it to her. "Slow down, girl, it'll fuck your brain up," John laughed. "This is not some American house-plant." He took the spliff away from her and removed her dress. Dawn could feel herself sinking deeper into the couch like she was falling in deep space with her tits hanging out. She spread her legs and started to touch herself on top of her black laced thong. The cloth felt so nice against her aching fuck-hole. John and jean leaned back and watched. This was no time for action. Dawn worked her wet pussy like it was itching for it, but no matter how sweet it felt she wasn't able to cum. The fabric of the couch was teasing and stimulating her skin as she twisted and squirmed against it, and her pelvis jerked upwards in sudden unexpected thrusts that were way beyond her control. Her phone rang. She'd put it on the table. John leaned forward and handed it to her, accepting the call. "Uh, yeah?" Dawn moaned. "Bunny? Where are you? I'm sorry I'm late, but I'm here now," Cuckold Joe said on the other end. Dawn pinched her nipple. "You're where?" she moaned, softly. "In the bar. Where are you?" Dawn giggled. "Who's this?" "Er... it's me!" Cuckold Joe said. Dawn dropped down on the floor on her knees. She moved over to little-John, straddled his leg between her thighs. Her pussy felt so good when she rubbed it against his shin. "Honey? You there?" "Yeah," she moaned, "I'm right here, honey." Little-John unbuttoned his pants and took his dick out. It was big and Nigerian, like some weird-looking oily branch that grows near Zuma rock. "So where are you?" Joe said on the phone. "I'm right here," she said, and leaned forward towards little-John's lap. She took his big cock in her mouth while working her pussy like crazy against his leg. "I don't see you anywhere," Cuckold Joe said. "Look around you. What do you see?" Dawn slurped a few times on little-John's cock into the phone and raised her head. "Cock," she said. "What? Did you say rock? Are we in the same bar?"' She sucked some more. "I didn't say rock, silly! I said, I'm sucking black cock!" She hung up and threw the phone aside and sunk her head down on little-John's big-ass boner. The phone rang once more, but this time there was no answer. They fired up another joint that turned Dawn's brains to mush. Little-John stretched out on the couch, an she sat her pussy down on his dick and came so hard she pissed herself. Big-Jean figured that the two of them had been goofing around enough, and he got up from the chair and fucked her sorry asshole to shits. He liked her ass. It was firm and meaty, and it started to rattle like a diesel-driven lawn-mower when he astutely disproved the suggestion that a boner this big would never fit inside. They filled her up with cum and took her back to the bar, still in a drug-fueled haze. Cuckold Joe was still waiting for her, and he ended up buying her back from the two Nigerians for a hundred bucks. "Fifty a piece," Little-John said and slapped her ass and handed her the money. "Hey," Joe said once they left, "we still have time to catch that movie if you want to." "Nah, forget it," Bunny said and made up some lame excuse. In reality, she wouldn't be able to sit down for a week.