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A Cuckold's Tale Ch. 01

By: InsatiableBob



Chapter 1 – The Trainer

Sabrina and I had been dating for over a year. We met at a party, and we hit it off right away. To this day, I am surprised she had anything to do with me. Sabrina is a beautiful Southern Belle, about 5’5” tall, weighing about 120 pounds, with nice and firm 36C breasts, blue eyes, and light brown hair with blonde highlights. She has a pair of nice, firm and tanned legs, as well as a mostly shaved tight pussy, with just a little tuft of hair on top. A flavor saver, if you will.

For the first 14 months of our relationship, our sex life was what I would call satisfying, but ordinary. We would try a few variations once and again, but more or less stuck to the tried-but-true methods and positions. Neither of us had any real complaints, and the sex was pretty regular once or twice a week.

After we decided to get married, I got very busy at work. All these projects piled on top of me, and I knew I was not spending as much time with Sabrina as she would have liked (or for that matter as much as I would have liked). With all my added stress and workload, our sex life also deteriorated. But Sabrina was the perfect fiancée, and she never complained.

One day, I was going through our mail and noticed that a new company had just opened business, specializing in in-home fitness training. They had a special coupon to give them a try, so I decided to surprise Sabrina with it. It would keep her body in shape, and her mind off things during the day while I was gone. I called their 800 number and set up the first appointment for the following week.

The training day came and the doorbell rang right at 8:00 AM. Sabrina was just walking down the stairs in her bikini haltertop and teeny tiny shorts, ready for her TV workout. This was perfect, I thought to myself, she’s already dressed. I opened the door, and a very large black man, full of muscles, smiled and introduced himself to me as our fitness trainer, his name was Vance.

Sabrina came behind me and looked out. “Hello,” she said.

“Good morning, Ma’am, my name is Vance, and I’m going to be your new in-home fitness trainer,” the instructor said. Now, Vance, you have to realize, was huge. He was 6’2, probably weighed about 210 lbs, mostly muscle. He was wearing a very tight tanktop that showed off all his arm and chest muscles. Each of his arms looked bigger than my thighs. He seemed relatively hairless. Vance did have a fraternity tattoo on his left bicep. He was also wearing tight workout shorts, and you could see the quadriceps and hamstrings were all well developed, as were his calf muscles. The shorts were tight enough to also reveal a fairly large package, though I was sure he was wearing a cup. No one could be that big.

I turned around and kissed Sabrina. “Baby, I figured I would surprise you and see how you would enjoy a professional trainer taking care of you in the home.” Sabrina just looked at me, then to Vance, then to me again. She shrugged and kissed me. I could tell she was not very convinced, but she was going to give it a try. I shook hands with Vance as he came inside the house, and told him to make sure Sabrina enjoyed the workout before I left for work.

I came home later that afternoon, and found Sabrina sleeping. I kissed her and she woke with a smile. “Hello, baby,” she cooed as she kissed me again.

“Hi sweetie, how was your workout?” I asked

“Ohhhhh, mmmmmmm,” she stretched the sleep out of herself. “It was wonderful,” she kissed me again.

“Good, I’m glad you liked it, you think you are going to stay with Vance?”

“Mmmmm hmmmmm, most definitely,” Sabrina replied. She kissed me again, and got out of the bed. I was a little surprised to find her completely naked, and the workout definitely made her appear even sexier. It had been two weeks since we last had sex, and I really wanted her. I started to make my move on her, and she responded.

Sabrina became very aggressive after a few minutes of kissing, and threw me onto the bed, climbing on top of me. She reached down and unbuckled my belt, undid my zipper, and unclasped the button of my pants. She pulled my pants and boxers down in one movement to my knees, and climbed over my hard cock. She was so wet and slick, more wet than normal. I could tell she missed me too.

Unfortunately, because I hadn’t cum in so long, I didn’t last long. About a minute later, I came inside my fiancée. I knew Sabrina was a little disappointed that I didn’t last longer, but she just kissed me and got off of me and into the shower. I thought I could hear her moaning in there, but I didn’t check in on her.

Over the next week, Vance met me every day at 8:00 AM before I went to work. Every day that I got back, I would find Sabrina exhausted and naked in bed. She would try to make love to me, and the days I would comply with her, I found her extremely wet and slick. But the thing that struck me most was that she seemed a bit distant.

One day, I got to work and realized all my appointments had been cancelled and rescheduled to a different day. I decided to go home and take Sabrina out to lunch and some fun in the afternoon. I got home around 10:30 AM and knew her workout should be just about finished. I decided to watch the stretching in secret, because I knew she was so limber.

I snuck in the back sliding glass door, and I could hear Vance and Sabrina in the exercise room. I walked as quietly as possible, and began to overhear them.

“Yes, that’s it, baby, feel the stretch,” I heard Vance’s voice. “Baby?” I thought to myself.

“Good, good, that’s a girl.” I was getting closer. I could hear Sabrina breathing loudly. I reached the doorway and looked inside. Both of them were facing away from me, but I had a perfect view of the action inside. My fiancée was kneeling, completely naked, in front of Vance, who was also completely naked. Sabrina still had her large diamond engagement ring on her finger, which was wrapped around Vance’s humongous hard cock, at least 10 inches long. The head and several inches kept going in and out of her mouth. Sabrina was fingering herself with her free hand as she was doing this.

I knew I should have said something, I should have barged in and kicked both of them out. But I couldn’t. Instead, I quickly found myself naked, stroking my hard cock, watching my soon-to-be-wife sucking on a huge black cock. Just then, Vance picked up Sabrina as he would a doll and made her stand. He then pushed her lower back until she was bent down and holding her own ankles. I saw him move behind her as his cock was rubbing against her obviously wet pussy. I was standing in the doorway, masturbating quite furiously, and didn’t realize that Sabrina could now see me in between her and Vance’s legs. Vance grunted as he plunged his cock deep inside my fiancée.

Sabrina’s eyes were locked into mine as Vance fucked her hard. He was holding onto her waist as he pumped away, his cock going all into her. She was screaming in ecstasy as she came over and over again. Vance was still oblivious to me, but I had to stop stroking my own cock, otherwise I would have came. Vance had so much stamina, he just kept pumping at her pussy for at least five minutes.

Finally, I heard him grunt. I knew if I didn’t stop him, he would shoot his load into Sabrina’s pussy. I knew he was not wearing a condom. Instead, I just walked into the room for a closer look. With a primeval growl, Vance emptied all his semen into my fiancée. He kept pumping into her, and I could see some ooze out of her and down her leg. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he stopped.

“Hello, Bob,” Vance said without turning. His cock still buried in Sabrina. “I hope you enjoyed the show.” I didn’t know what to say. My hard cock betrayed anything I could have said. “Now come here and lick my slut clean.”

I felt like I was watching myself from outside my body. I slowly walked to Sabrina and knelt behind her as Vance pulled out of her. I grabbed her freshly fucked pussy and felt the slick juices of hers and Vance’s mixed together. I spread the lips apart, and I could see her muscles still quivering, the white liquid pooled inside her. I moved closer to it, smelling her, and him.

“I said lick my bitch clean!” Vance commanded. My tongue went inside her, and I could taste his cum immediately. It had a thick, creamy texture, and it was salty. I continued to lick, taking more and more of it into my mouth. For the next ten minutes, I licked my fiancée until all the cum was out, before I licked the parts that had oozed out onto her thighs. I needed the cum. I could not believe I was doing this, but I couldn’t stop myself either. My own cock was rock hard, for what it was worth.

“Bob, I’m afraid your fiancée here is now my slut, do you hear that?” Vance asked me.

“Yes-s-s,” I stammered.

“You like watching her fuck a strong black man, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, Sir!” he corrected me.

“Yes, Sir!” I responded.

“Well, don’t worry, she’s going to get a lot of black cum in her, don’t you worry,” Vance told both of us, chuckling as he said so. “But don’t be jealous, you’ll have some too.” He slapped me on my naked ass.

He then took both of us to our bedroom, and he lay down on my side of the bed. Sabrina climbed on top of him, facing down toward me. I watched as she impaled herself on his huge tool. “Now, Bob, I want you to masturbate and cum in your hand, and lick all the cum as you watch your bitch… I mean my bitch… fuck me.” I lasted 30 seconds. Sabrina looked into my eyes as she rode Vance pretty hard, while I licked my own cum out of my palm. Vance came inside her once more.

He finally got off her, and kissed Sabrina. “Good girl,” he told her. He then stood over me. “No touching my slut unless I tell you so, is that understood?”

“Yes, Sir,” I meekly replied.

“Good, I will see you both tomorrow morning at 8 AM sharp!” he told us before he left without another word.

Throughout the rest of the afternoon and evening, Sabrina walked around naked. She didn’t say a word to me, but just had this smirk on her face. God, I loved her so much!

... to be continued ...

A Cuckold's Tale Ch. 01



Chapter 01: The Beginning 

"Do you like it bitch?? Do you like watching your wife take My cock??"

"Yes Master."

My words were emotionless. The sounds of my wife's gutteral moaning filled the room. I sat there emotionless. I know this is wrong, but this is how we live. We're happy. My body displays my happiness with a raging hard-on. 

"Yeah bitch. I can see that you do."

"Yes Master."

"Ohhhhhhhh Gaaawwddddddd...fucking use my sluthole Master...plllleeeeeassseeee......"

My Master was grunting as He continued to drill my wife's cunt with His cock. The way she was speaking, the things that she now says, it's as if this isn't my wife at all anymore. It's as if the spirit of a filthy whore has taken over my wife's body--and this whore is loyal to One Master now.

"You're nothing but a body of fucking holes to be filled with cock. Isn't that right fuckbag?"

"Oh fucking yesssssss....cock cock cock cock cock...Give me cock Master...pleeeaaassseee..."

"You hear that bitch? Did you know your wife was this much of a fucking cock addict when you married her?"

"No Master."

"It's because you don't know how to treat a cunt. But don't worry bitch. You'll learn."

"Yes Master. Thank you Master."

This all started 6 months ago. I'm a true cuckold. My name is bitch. This is my story.

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6 Months Earlier

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DING DONG

"I'M COMING!!"

Janet rushed to the door.

"Hi there. I'm here for the room for rent."

The stranger stepped in to the home without waiting for her to invite him in. Janet was taken aback and had to catch herself.

"Uh-Hi I'm Janet Amonte. Um let me show you where it is."

"Great Janet. My name is John but you can call me Buck for now."

"Um, okay Buck. Right this way."

Janet was uncomfortable. John "Buck" Adams was a big burly man. He stood about 6'1" with incredible girth. He had a pot belly with huge arms, shoulders, and chest to match. He was bald and had a long goattee. Janet, on the other hand, was a bit more on the petite side. She was only 5'4". She weighed 110 pounds and had an average build. She could be described as curvy, for sure, but certainly none of her assets stood out. In any event, she came off as a well kept woman whose shoulder length auburn hair always seemed to be perfectly trim.

"Here it is."

Buck walked in to the room. It was in the back of the home. It was spacious. A big bed in the center and a huge walk-in closet.

"Where's the bathroom?"

"Oh you're bathroom is right outside the room. It'd down the hall to the left."

Buck stuck his head out the room and turned around quickly, eyeing Janet. He walked up to her. Her immediate reaction was to step back. He didn't say a word. He just stared in her eyes. She was pinned to the wall. She was terrified but couldn't move. She wanted to scream, but her voice left her. Buck pressed his big body against hers. Something about him--she was frozen. He reached out his hand to touch her hair. He smiled. She couldn't even turn away. He lowered his head, leaned in and pressed his nose and lips to her neck. She fought a moan.

"Janet! Janet, honey? I'm home!!"

Larry Amonte's voice broke the moment. Janet found her voice again. So did Buck. He stepped away from her.

"I'll take it. Now be a good girl and tell your husband you've agreed to rent me the room."

He patted her on the ass as he pushed her to the door. Larry entered the room. Janet immediately rushed to his side. Grabbing his hand.

"Hi there. I'm John Adams. You can call me Buck, for now."

"Hi Buck. I'm Larry. I guess you've met my wife Janet."

"Yeah, we've met. She just agreed to rent me this great room!"

"She did?" 

Larry was taken aback. Buck gave Janet a stare.

"Y-yes honey. Buck here was a total gentleman and I felt he should have the room."

Larry looked at his wife incredulously.

"Don't worry Larry. I'm very quiet and I will be out of your hair in no time. I'm only looking for a place to stay for a few months, before heading back to Colorado."

"I see."

Larry rubbed his chin. He was completely taken off guard. He turned to his wife. Larry was obviously unhappy about his wife agreeing to rent out their spare room without consulting him. He felt, unfortunately, obligated now.

"Well I guess that settles it Buck. The rent is $350 a month. You can pa--"

"Here you go Larry. If it's all the same to you, I'm moving in tonight. I need to get some rest. By the way, that should cover me for about 6 months."

Buck handed Larry a wad of cash. Larry wasn't nearly as tall nor as built as Buck. He was 5'8" and on the thinner side. He looked at the wad of cash in his hand.

"Um-okay."

There was an awkward moment of silence in the room.

"Hello?"

They turned to see a woman with blonde hair standing there.

"Oh yeah. This is my friend Bunny. Say hi Bunny."

"Hi."

Larry and Janet were staring at this young blonde who walked into the room. She was wearing a tight leather mini-skirt and a white blouse. Her clothing did nothing to conceal her thick hips and voluptuous breasts. She moved to stand next to Buck. 

Buck quickly shoved his right hand up her skirt to grab her ass. Larry and Janet were frozen with shock.

"If you guys don't mind, I need to take care of something with Bunny here."

Buck smiled and winked. He didn't ask them to leave, nor did he motion for the door. He just turned Bunny around and ripped open her white blouse. Her breasts freed. She moaned instantly. Buck bent her over and began unbuttoning his pants.

Larry and Janet quickly turned around and rushed out the door. They were less than 10 feet from the room when they heard...

"OH FUCKING GAWD!! PLEASE FUCK ME MASTER!! USE MY CUNT MASTER!! OWN ME!!"

Larry turned to Janet.

"What have you done?!?!?"

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TWO WEEKS LATER

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"You have to say something Larry. You have to."

"Why do I have to tell him? You're the one who said he could take the room in the first place??"

"Because you're the man, aren't you? Besides, he makes me really nervous."

"Nervous? Nervous how?"

"I don't know. I feel uncomfortable around him. I feel like I lose my voice when he comes near me. It's scary. Look, he's had women here every night and I can't take it anymore. I want him gone. Please tell him something Larry, please."

"Okay, okay. Look, tonight your parents are coming over for your sister's 18th birthday dinner. It'll just be us and he told me he wasn't going to be home anyway. I will tell him tomorrow, first thing. I promise. Let's just enjoy the dinner, okay?"

Janet relaxed then reached out to hug her husband.

"Yes, okay. Thanks hon. First thing tomorrow, right?"

"I promise."

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LATER THAT EVENING

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DING DING DING 

The sound of Larry's fork hitting his wine glass filled the room. The conversations all stopped and all eyes turned to Larry.

"Thank you all for coming tonight. I just wanted to say Happy Birthday to Vivian. Even though we're related by marriage, I feel like you're my own flesh and blood little sister. Happy 18th kiddo!"

The sounds of clanking glasses filled the room. The conversations started up again.

It was a small family gathering. Janet's older brother Chuck and his wife Maria were there, Janet's parents were there, and Janet's little sister Vivian the birtday girl, along with Larry.

They had eaten their dinner and were all enjoying nice conversations with dirty desert plates and coffee glasses all scattered around the table.

"Janet, I'm going to use your bathroom downstairs. Chuck is upstairs and you know how he is when he's on the can!"

The two girls exchanged a chuckle. Vivian made her way down the stairs and out of site. 

Janet cleaned up with the help of her mother Debbie and her sister. Her father Peter, Chuck, and Larry were sitting on the patio enjoying cigars and their after-dinner drinks.

"Janet, where's your sister dear? I haven't seen her in some time."

Janet froze at her mother's question. It hit her that Vivian went to Buck's bathroom. But wait, he wasn't supposed to be home, right? Now she wasn't so sure.

"I don't know Mom. Why don't you go out on the patio with Dad and the boys and I'll go find her."

Her mother and Maria stepped outside. Janet turned slowly and started to make her way down the stairs. Her steps were deliberate. The voices were faint but as she got closer she could begin to hear them. There was definite whispering. 

Buck's door was about 4 inches open. She could see their reflection in the mirror by peeking into the room. The whispers were easier to hear now.

"oh..oh..oh..oh..oh..oh..oh.."

Janet was floored. Her sister was on Buck's big cock. She was sitting on him, with her back to him. He had his huge paws under each of her knees, holding her legs wide open. He was lifting her up and down on his member with little effort. Her body just bobbed.

"Oh God...Oh God...Oh God...Soooo...good...Oh God..Oh God.."

"You like that don't you baby?"

"Oh yesss...yess..I love...love...love"

"Shhhh keep your voice down. Who is your Master baby? Who owns all your fuckholes?"

"Y-you...you..M..M...Mast...Master. Master....Oh fuck...oh...oh...I'm cumming again Master...oh God that's too many times...OOOO"

Her voice got louder. As it did, Buck dropped her left knee and let it rest. His left hand reached around to grasp her throat to keep her voice down. That's when Janet realized that Buck wasn't fucking her sister's pussy. His huge cock was buried deep in her asshole. She gasped. She tried to cover her mouth quickly. Suddenly the door flung open.

"Oh we got us a spy, do we??"

Buck instantly grabbed Janet's hair and dragged her into the room. He tossed her by the hair onto the floor by the bed's corner. On the bed Vivian was bent over with a wide asshole. She was rubbing her cunt waitng for Buck to return.

"You like to watch bitch? Is that it??"

As before Janet's voice was lost. Buck gave her an evil smile. She was frozen. He stepped back and closed the door, locking himself in with Vivian and Janet. He turned back and walked right up to Janet. Her face was in line with his cock. She was awed at its girth.

"Open your mouth you pretty bitch. You made Me lose valuable fuck time. Now get My cock nice and wet for your sister. NOW!"

When he yelled the bellow in his voice was unnerving. She flinched. He slapped her.



He glared. She opened her mouth.

"Master please fuck my pussy...please...I need it...Please..."

"Of course doll. Just as soon as big sister her gets My cock wet and ready for you."

Janet's eyes were filled with tears. She opened her mouth and tried her best to get the wide shaft in. She was licking it all around trying to get it wet. He slapped her again.



"Needs work."

He then turned and rammed His cock into Vivian's cunt. She came instantly.

"MMMMMMMAASSSSSterr..."

Her voice tailed off. Janet was frozen. She stared at Buck's ass as he rammed into Vivian from behind.

"Okay bitch. I'm going to give you a nice load of Master's cum. Are you ready??"

Vivian grunted affirmatively. She was exhausted. He had brought her to orgasm at least 5 times.

"Ohhhh...Fuckkk...."

His body shook and convulsed as he tried hard to deposit all of His cum in Vivian. He pulled it out and it still had cum on the tip. He turned to Janet. Her stomach dropped. She knew what He wanted.

"Okay bitch clean it up."

She didn't want another slap. She licked up his cock all around. She then sucked right on the tip trying to make sure there was no cum waiting to be released. He patted her on the head.

"Good job. Better than just a few minutes ago, that's for sure. Okay now clean up your sister's ass and the two of you can go back to your party."

Janet stood up and immediately went to reach for something to wipe Vivian's ass with. A hard slap came across the back of her head.



"No, no, no bitch. When I tell you to clean something up, that means you use your slut mouth. Now clean."

Janet fell to her knees. This time she couldn't hide the tears. She couldn't fight them. They began to flow. Her face wrinkled with the expression of a child as the tears flowed out of her.

"For fuck's sake..."

Buck stood up and grabbed the back of Janet's head and shoved it into Vivian's ass.

"LICK!!"

Vivian instinctively started grinding her pussy onto her big sister's tongue.

"Mmmmmm"

Vivian let out a nice moan.

Janet, through tears, managed to find a way to suck most of Buck's cum out of her sister's pussy. She found herself licking her younger sister's slit all the way to her asshole. She hated that her sister seemed to be enjoying this.

"Okay cunts. Get the fuck out of my room."

Buck pushed them out quickly. Vivian was still half naked. He slammed the door in their faces as they were in the hall. Vivian turned to his door and layed her body against it.

"Master...", she whispered, "Your slave girl loves you and will be back to serve you soon..."

Janet grabbed her sister and shoved her into the bathroom.

"What the fuck is the matter with you?!?!"

"What do you mean?"

Vivian started to dress slowly.

"What the fuck do you think I mean?? I'm calling the police and telling them that we've both been raped. I can't believe you!"

"Janet, stop. He's wonderful. He's amazing. He's what I've been searching for my whole life. Don't tell me you didn't feel it. I didn't hear you utter a single complaint in that room."

Janet was incensed. She wanted to choke the life out of her sister.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU??? WE WERE JUST RAPED?!?!?"

"No Janet. Neither of us were raped. We just served Our Master. And if you even think about calling the police I swear to God that I will corroborate any story He uses. I will make sure that Larry believes you let Buck move in because you and He were having a long affair."

Janet was dumbstruck. She had no way of answering. She was wondering what this horrible, horrible man had done to her little sister. 

The door swung open and Buck walked in.

"Bitches, on second thought, I think I'm tired of being in My room downstairs. Let's go upstairs together. Won't that be nice??"

Vivian's smile lit up like a Christmas Tree. She grabbed Buck's hand and lead Him out of the bathroom. He stopped suddenly and turned to Janet.

"Bitch don't think I didn't hear your whole 'rape story' bullshit. You didn't say no a single time in that fucking room and you know it. You never asked me to stop and you never, not fucking once, tried to leave. I wasn't going to say shit to you but now I feel like letting you know what a good Master I really am. Before your dumbass goes back upstairs to the party, clean your fucking crotch bitch. You wet yourself so much you came right through your pants."

Janet looked down. 'Oh my God!', she thought, 'He's right!'

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BACK UPSTAIRS

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Vivian lead Buck into the room. Her parents, her brother and his wife, and Larry all turned and were shocked by his appearance. Buck was not wearing a shirt, only a leather vest. He had a bottle of Jack Daniel's in his hand. He was wearing jeans, no shoes or socks, and the buckle was open. They were held up by only the zipper. 

Larry's heart sank at the sight of his tenant.

"Mom, Dad. Chuck, Mary. This is Buck. He's my new...He's my new...well, what are you exactly baby?" 

Vivian chuckled as she turned to Buck to ask Him the question. Buck smiled back at her.

"I'm her new owner. Ain't that right baby doll?"

Buck patted her on the ass and Vivian smiled lovingly.

"OWNER??!?!?!!

Chuck, Larry, and Peter all asked in unison. Peter stood up and went walking right over to Buck. Buck instantly kneed him in the groin then dropped a hammer of an elbow onto the back of his head. Peter went down easily.

Chuck tried to step in and defend his father but Buck turned and caught him with a sharp punch to the gut, flooring him. Larry was frozen stiff. He didn't move. Buck turned to him and winked.

"I thought so.", Buck said to Larry with an evil grin. "Okay people listen. It's pretty fucking simple. You can stay or you can go. But things are going to be a little different here."

Everyone stopped moving. Vivian sat completely unemotional to what just happened to her father and brother.

"Old cunt. Yeah, you.", Buck said as he pointed to the mother, "Get this old piece of shit out of My sight."

Chuck was just getting to his feet.

"You too there ponyboy. Take your father and your slut wife over there and get the fuck out. And move quick before I take ownership of both those bitches." 

Chuck looked to Larry for assistance but Larry just lowered his head. Chuck did the same. He helped his mother gather their father and they headed for the door. Just as they were about to step out, Janet came upstairs and Buck stopped them.

"Wait, wait, wait, wait." 

Everyone froze.

"Hey Pops! Sorry about the head shot My man. I got a question for you. 2 bitches have to stay here and 2 get to leave with you. Since Janet lives here, she stays. That means you got a choice to make. You have to leave one of those 3 behind. Whose it gonna be? Old wifey bitch? Little daughter bitch? Or fucking daughter who ain't your own flesh and blood bitch??"

"NOOOmmph..."

THUD

Chuck tried to express his opinion but was caught with a hard right hand to the jaw leveling him almost out the door.

"M-Master? M-Master, wh-what's going on??"

Vivian was frightened now. Was Buck sending her away? She was consumed with worry. What had she done wrong? She was terrified of leaving what she had been searching for forever after only having it a few minutes. She was equally as terrified of Buck so she didn't want to question Him.

"Settle down pet. You just do what you're told."

"Y-yes Master."

Peter looked at his daughters. One he could not save and he knew it. One he still had a chance to save but didn't want to be saved. Then he looked at Maria. She was not blood. She was his son's wife and mother of his 2 grandchildren. Still, his hands were tied here he felt.

"I'll stay!" Debbie, their mother, spoke up. "I said I'll stay. Let my daughter and my daughter go with my husband and son. I'll stay here."

"Debbie NO.", Peter exclaimed.

Buck smiled at this turn of events.

"Take your clothes off. All of them. I want to make an educated decision."

Debbie didn't hesitate, nor did she look back at Peter. He was about to protest when Buck shot him a sharp look. He cowered and lowered his head. He didn't want to invite something at Buck's hands. Chuck wrapped his arms around his wife almost relieved. The two of them huddled with their heads lowered praying silently to be able to leave.

"No. I've made my decision. Get the fuck out of here."

Debbie was flabbergasted. Yes she was 59 years old but she was always complimented on her beauty. She thought for sure Buck would accept her. The rejection actually stung her feelings. It actually hurt.

"Wh-why not?"

"I said no bitch. Finish taking off your panties and stand right there."

Buck walked over to Chuck and Maria and Peter. He stood staring at them. No one dared move. No one in the house. Without turning he said...

"Vivian. Take off all your clothes. Leave them there on top of your mother's."

"Yes Sir. Right away."

It took less than a minute for Vivian and her mother to be standing next to one another naked.

"Pops you and ponyboy over here are next. Get all the clothes off. NOW!!"

Buck grabbed Maria and moved her to the side. She didn't resist. It took about 2 minutes for father and son to be naked. 

"Okay. Ladies you leave everything--purses, wallets, and everything else--here. Guys you leave your ID's but you can take your wallets and car keys. Take these two naked bitches home. Ponyboy?"




A Cuckold's Tale Ch. 01



Chuck, through what was now a tear streaming face, looked up at Buck.

"You take your little sister home. She's going to take care of you and your kids while wifey here stays with Me. Is that clear??"

Chuck nodded. The tears in his face killing him.

"Pet get over here."

Vivian ran to His side, hoping He had changed His mind.

"I'm going to send for you when I want you back. In the meantime you and ponyboy over there are husband & wife. Poor guy ain't got a man's size dick so you're going to have to make yourself cum. But you cook and take care of the kids and his tiny pecker until I send for you. Clear??"

"*sniff* *sniff* yes Sir."

"NOW GIT!!"

When Buck bellowed it could make the mountains move. Chuck, Peter, Debbie, and Vivian rushed for the car. 

"You, take those clothes and bag them. I want them garbaged. The purses and ID's you leave on the table, is that clear?"

Larry nodded. He didn't know anymore why he wasn't resisting. Janet looked at him. He loved her so much--more than anything in the world. He tried to convince himself that by doing as he was told, he was actually doing the best thing for her and was protecting all of them.

"You, come here."

Buck sat down and called Maria over to him. I want you to take off all your clothes and explain to Me what it means to be a woman.

Maria had no answer. She started to remove her clothing. She couldn't answer the question the way it had been asked. She was afraid to say that, though.

"Um...um..."

"What's the matter? Don't you know?"

Maria was afraid. She continued to disrobe. Finally naked she just shook her head slowly.

"That's exactly right you fucking cunt. It doesn't mean shit to be a woman until an Owner takes a hold of you and makes it mean something."

Buck grabbed her. He kissed her passionately. It took 1 second for her to return the kiss. She melted. It was soft, caressing, and full of love. It was beyond any kiss she'd ever felt. It was as if the touch of this Man's lips to hers was an awakening. Buck broke the kiss. Larry returned.

"Larry, Larry, Larry. Take off your clothes and sit right over there."

Larry did as he was told. He watched as Maria seemed to fall right under Buck's spell. She fell to her knees and sat at His feet. He pet her while He stared at Larry. Janet stood silently, hoping to avoid being seen. It worked for a while at least.

"Okay Larry. Here's the deal. I see what's going on in this house and it sickens me. I hear and see women acting as if they have a say or even fucking matter. And you know whose fault that is Larry?"

Larry shook his head.

"It's yours bitch. From now on your name is bitch. Look at this Larry. Cunt get the fuck over here now."

Janet realized that her hope for invisibility was now gone. She scurried over to Buck.

"See that Larry. I didn't even look at her. She knew I meant her and she came running. See this bitch on the floor. I just kissed her and she's already on her knees. You see Larry when cunts like this meet their Master, they instinctively know and they respond. Ask your wife why she took so long to come back upstairs. Go on, ask her."

Janet's face sunk with disgust.

"You didn't...", Larry whispered.

"No I didn't Larry. I fucked the birthday girl. But while I fucked her, this bitch just came all over herself. Isn't that right you fucking pig?"

Janet's head continued to hang in shame. She couldn't bring herself to face her husband. Her shame was too great. Larry was somewhat relieved. What happened was painful but it was better than knowing she cheated on him.

Buck just sat and smiled.

"Okay bitch, get up. Let's go get up."

Both men stood side by side. While Larry was smaller and thinner, Buck's cock was much larger.

"Okay bitch, I own you, your wife. I own her family and your family. Is that fucking clear??"

Larry cowered and nodded shamefully.

"Come here slut. Suck this faggot's dick. Now."

Maria crawled over hurriedly and without hesitation she began taking Larry's dick in her mouth. Larry just looked at his wife who would not look up. 

Buck, walked behind her and stood there. He began speaking to Janet.

"See that baby? See the way she hungrily tastes hubby's cock? Look at how she moves her mouth baby. Doesn't that just look good??"

Maria started sucking with more passion. Larry started to breathe a little harder.

"Look at her go. She never worked your brother's cock the way she's working your hubby's right now. She's eagerly cupping his balls. Look at her..."

Janet couldn't help herself. She was staring. Buck was behind her, naked. He was slowly rubbing His hands all over her body. He was caressing her. He was squeezing her. Her body was responding. Slowly he would remove her clothes.

"Look at how wet she is. She can't help it. She needs release. Don't you slut?"

Maria grunted affirmatively. His words were mesmerizing. She needed to cum.

"And look, My pet. Look at how your hubby's body betrays him and you."

Janet stared in jealousy, in rage, and in hunger. She wanted to kill him and fuck him all at the same time. Maria started rubbing her own clit. She began moving her hips in unison with her hand, trying to climax faster. Buck started whispering...

"You see that slut? You see the way she responds just to My voice..."

Buck's hand had slid into Janet's panties. He was ever so slowly rubbing her clit. His mouth now a mere inch from her ear.

"Look at your husband. He can't control himself. His hands are holding the back of her head. He wants release but he won't dare do it. Do you know why?" 

Buck's voice was driving her crazy.

"Why?", she whispered.

"Because, like you, he's owned. He needs his Master to tell him what do."

Buck's fingers were covered with her wetness.

"Do you want to cum?", He whispered.

"Yesss..."

"Tell your husband to fuck her. Tell him to put his cum in her belly. Tell him that is what your Master wants, and I'll let you cum..."

Janet's eyes closed. She rolled her head back onto Buck's shoulders behind her.

"Larry", she panted out breathlessly, "Larry, please fuck her. She's a slut. She needs a cock inside of her. She needs you to fill her belly with cum. Please Larry, fuck her. Master wants this. Give her your cum for Master. Please Larry. Please..."

"Yesss...please...thank you Master...please Larry...", Maria begged.

Larry didn't hesitate. He fell on top of Maria on the floor. His cock buried in her pussy. Upon penetration she came instantly. Her legs wrapped around his waist. Both of them bucking their hips into one another. She had never been so blinded by arousal in her life. She felt completly owned. It was heaven. Larry needed release. His balls were full and ready to explode, but he could not. Something was holding him back. The more he tried, the harder he bucked, the more Maria would orgasm. She was screaming. The sight of this with Buck's fingers on Janet's clit were too much.

"B-Buck...p-please..."

"Shhh...My name isn't Buck to you anymore. What's My name now?"

"P-please..."

"Maria, did I give you permission to cum??", Buck yelled.

"Yesss Master...You said in my ear that I could cum at will...Oh fucking Gaaaawddddd...."

Maria climaxed again.

"See", he whispered to Janet, "None of you can cum without Me anymore. I own you..."

"P-please..."

"What's My name Janet?"

"mmmmaster...", she whispered.

"Louder..."

"MASTER!!", she screamed.

"Bitch, you may cum now. Fill her belly with your seed."

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...."

Larry exploded into Maria. Both of them came again. Larry collapsed on top of her, unable to move. Maria tenderly and lovingly kissed him all over. He just lay there. His cock inside her. It was the best sex of their lives. For both Larry and Maria, the experience was liberating. For a few moments the two of them felt as if they were alone in the universe.

"Do you want to cum now pet? Do you think Master should let you cum?"

"Yesss...please Master..."

"What should your new name be? If your husband is bitch, what should your name be?"

"Master please..."

"I know...Your new name is going to be fuckbag. From now on you will be treated like nothing more than a bag of holes. That is what you want after all, isn't it?"

"M-Master...pl-please..."

"Say it."

"My name is fuckbag. FUCKBAG!!"

"Cum My pet. Cum for your Master...fuckbag."

Janet exploded. Her knees collapsed under her. She fell instantly to the floor. She could not stop climaxing. Her body convulsed into an attack. Her eyes glazed over. She was lost. She lost control of her bodily functions, pissing all over herself. Still, she came through it. Cumming over and over. Finally, it subsided. She had never had anything like this happen to her.

Buck sat there and laughed. He ordered Larry to clean his wife up, which he did without argument. He licked all the cum and piss from her cunt and even licked her ass clean. Buck used Maria's asshole for his own cum. Maria at one point blacked out from the fucking Buck gave her only to be awoken by harder cock thrusts. When Buck came, he ordered both Larry and Janet to eat his cum out of Maria's ass. They hungrily obliged.

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PRESENT DAY

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"Bitch, where the fuck is that pregnant slave of Mine??"

"You told it to service Master's friend from prison. Does Sir remember?"

"Oh that's right bitch. Are they still downstairs?"

"Yes Sir."

Master was talking about Maria. The night we all became Buck's, I impregnated Maria. Since that night she's become my mate. Well, really I only spend evenings with her and some mornings. She's always being used by outsiders that Buck charges. Buck knows a lot of people who have a pregnant fetish. When she's not being used, she still has to work around the house.

My time is mostly spent servicing. When I'm not servicing, I'm forced to watch Buck and countless others use my wife. Master seems to enjoy it. So do his friends. Sometimes they make us pretend we were just married again and then instead of a honeymoon, I kneel while Master and a friend or two use her holes. 

Both Janet and I have kept our jobs to be able to maintain the home and keep Buck happy. Buck has also taken Janet's mother to live with us. He forced her father to maintain us. But that's another story...



A Cuckold's Tale Ch. 01



Prologue

Tom looked down at his wife's nude body, stretched out across the bed. At some point she'd turned on all the lights in the hotel room, and now her body was contoured with a wealth of shadows, cast by a multitude of peaks and valleys. There was one valley, though, that attracted all his attention. It was so mesmerizing, in fact, that his gaze returned to it again and again, even though he knew that Susan expected him to be watching her face at this moment.

He could tell by the way she pursed her lips that she wasn't happy with him. Her dark blue eyes peered out of her thin face, ice cold and disapproving. Even the way she held her body, her large breasts thrust out like a shield, her small hips tense as if poised to strike, her shapely legs quivering as if ready to snap shut like a trap. He didn't know what he'd done or not done to draw such a reaction. Maybe nothing at all. Her moods at such moments were slippery and dangerous, black ice on a mountain road. The thought of something slippery drew his gaze back down to the crevice between her legs. That would certainly describe her pussy right now. 

Especially with the gobs of another man's sperm covering the well-fucked lips. It glimmered in all the light, nearly clear in some places and a milky pearlescent in others. The man had pulled out and left his entire load of jizz along the length of her slit, marking Susan as his fuck toy, at least for the night. His steaming cum had pooled up just above the hood of her clit, and run down along the cleft of her ass. And now Tom crouched over that other man's leavings and waited for his wife to give permission for him to slurp it up, pleasuring her pussy in a way few women ever get to enjoy.

If you had asked Tom a year ago if he ever thought he'd be in this position... Well, no, you would never have asked him that. Who asks such questions? Only people in poorly written porn stories. And even if you had, he'd have looked at you in shock. Sneered in disgust. And turned on his heel. 

Because, on this very night, one year ago, he and Susan had been celebrating their one-year anniversary. The official end of the honeymoon, though it hadn't felt like it on that night. Though it did turn out to be the end of one thing and the beginning of something else. But he wouldn't realize that until afterwards.

Chapter 1

Tom remembered the night with a clarity that was almost transcendental. It was as if he could replay a film of it in his mind, from every angle and with full surround sound. It had started out memorable, but no more so than a few dozen special days in their life as a couple. Not so memorable that he would consciously try and remember the minutia of the evening. There was a reason, though, that the evening's events were indelibly inscribed on his memory.

They'd started out with a romantic, candlelit seafood dinner, then walked through the downtown area arm-in-arm, window-shopping and people-watching. The night had seemed magical, the conversation as sparkling as the lights. They'd stopped in at a wine-tasting inn along the main street and imbibed their way through much of the establishment's entire cellar, finding giddiness a quarter glass at a time. 

On the drive home, Tom had taken residential streets the whole way, partly to avoid the roving eyes of the police patrols, and partly to tour their memorable stops from dating days. Here was the parking lot where they'd shared their first kiss. And over there, in the dark corner of that field, was the spot where he'd gotten his first blowjob from her. The memories came thick: the backseat copulations, the night she walked an entire block bare-breasted and giggling, the gropes and rubs and deep kisses in dark public corners that make up dating when neither person has their own place. 

They were both hot and horny when they made it home and didn't even make it to the bedroom before their clothes were off and they were humping and bumping and rolling around on the living room floor. He took her passionately and she responded in kind, thrusting her body against his as she rode him, her big breasts bouncing freely in the twilight, her blond hair falling about his face like a curtain each time she bent down to kiss him. He came inside her, grunting mightily, and then held her close, tenderly, softly stroking the back of her neck and whispering his love to her as her body trembled and relaxed.

They'd headed to bed then, leaving their clothes strewn about the house, which would no doubt remind them the next morning of the passion they'd shared the previous night. Once in bed, Tom tried to concentrate on his book, but his eyes kept returning to Susan laying beside him. She was reading too, a book ludicrously titled "Be the Person You Already Are." His eyes, though, were drawn to the point where the top of the sheet met her breasts, a silken covering of a two silken hilltops. He was horny again, hot and hard, and ready for another round with his beautiful wife. Yet he held back. He would wait until the sheet revealed her nipples, dimpled nubs that needed a greedy mouth to stimulate them. That's when he would make his move. 

He was still surreptitiously watching the sheet as it crept back to reveal the edge of her areola when she spoke from behind her book. "There's something we need to talk about."

He was so engaged in watching for the nipple to peek out that he completely missed the danger signals. "Hmmmm?" he answered, wondering how much he could subtly shift the covers in order to uncover both breasts. The waiting was getting annoying.

"It's kind of sensitive, but I thought you should know that I've made a decision."

Still half listening, and without the prescience that a long-married man would have, "Mmmm-hmmm?" was his only answer, encouraging her to continue.

"OK... well, see, it's the size of your cock. It's not big enough for me," she said plainly. 

She set down her book, which pulled the sheets down off her breasts, which kept his attention there instead of on her face, which only quantified his confusion. 

"Wh-wha-what?" he stammered, forcing himself to look away from her bare breasts, deliciously bare and topped with two hard nuggets, just begging to be swabbed with his wet tongue. He'd heard the word "cock," but it hadn't been followed by a plea to jam it inside her. In fact, if he wasn't mistaken, it was followed by something completely different.

She stared at him, clearly dismayed by his reaction. "It's nothing personal, Tom. I love you more than you can guess. More and more every day. But this is something that's been bugging me. It has since we met." She sat up, letting the sheet fall all the way down. This time he didn't even notice her nakedness. Now, it was as if he couldn't stop watching the shapes that her lips were making. The world had slowed down. Her lips made macabre forms. Her tongue peeked out like a snake. The words, though, never stopped pouring out.

"You must've guessed, with all the big dildos and vibrators I've bought. The movies we watch, with the gigantic cocks. The times I've slipped up, and I'm sorry about those, and called for 'More, more, more!' You must've noticed that I was screaming it."

He found his tongue. "Everybody screams that. Even in the movies." In hindsight, he could see that he'd given her a lame reply. He should've ranted. Should've raved. Could've at least ripped the sheet off her nude body and proven to her with his hard manhood that there was more to fucking than having a big cock. At least throwing her down would've stopped her from voicing her next thought.

She laughed at his defense. Sniggered, actually. Then laughed. "That just proves my point. Every woman always wants more. But don't worry, honey," she said in a placating tone, tenderly touching his chest, "I have a plan that will make it all better. For both of us."

He should've left the bedroom right then. Stalked off in a huff. Or screamed at her about how she was going to destroy their marriage. Or had demanded to know the details of her so-called plan. Or reacted in any number of a dozen socially-acceptable ways when confronted with a situation like this one. Any of those would've been greatly preferable to the words that fell from his lips at that very moment. 

"So, you still wanna fuck tonight?" he asked, looking pointedly at her silky breasts, exposed in relief under the bright lights.

In answer she threw the sheets off her body, revealing her full nakedness. Laying back against the pillow, she drew her knees up. "You can take me like this," she allowed, a self-satisfied smile on her face. He barely noticed it in his haste to crawl between her legs and position himself above her. It felt so good to enter her again, to press his hard cock into her waiting cunt, that the thought of a larger cock or a plan or any discord fled from his mind. His last thought on the matter was that she probably was trying to introduce some new excitement into their marriage. And then she drew him down to suck on her tits and closed her legs around his throbbing rod and all coherent thought was lost. 

The next day, the clothes thrown about the house were indeed a reminder of their passion from the night before. Tom slept in, his body curled around Susan's, those disturbing thoughts of the previous night's conversation attributed to a bad dream. She hadn't said that. Couldn't have said it. Who would say such a thing on the evening of their first anniversary?

Susan didn't mention it that day. Nor for an entire week. In that time, the phantom conversation had gone from a bad dream to never having existed. On Friday, though, she met him at the door when he came home from work, a delighted smile on her face. Maybe she'd finally perfected that beef recipe she'd been trying and trying to get right, Tom thought. Or found a fun pair of shoes. Or was going to surprise him with a blowjob, though that guess was admittedly far down on the list of real possibilities. 

"I did it," she announced, literally bouncing from foot to foot.

"That's wonderful, dear," he replied, trying to kiss her lips but only getting her jaw as she bounced. "What did you do?" he added, thinking that it was probably the shoe thing. 

"It was so easy. I can't believe how many answers I got. I put my ad in on Monday, and my mailbox was almost full by Tuesday. Of course, I didn't answer them all. Just the ones that looked good. But I narrowed it down to ten and then five and then just one. Though I'll probably keep the other nine handy, because the first one might not work out."

"Whoa, there, cowboy. You're making sentences, but I'm not sure what they're all about. You said something about an ad?" Jeez, she was excited. Nearly wriggling with it. 

"Yes, silly. You remember. On our anniversary. I said I had a plan. And you agreed to it? And then we had sex for the gazillionth time that night?"

His eyes narrowed. He remembered the sex. But... a plan? That had been a dream, hadn't it? A bad reaction to the dinner or the wine or the Viagra or something. Because if it hadn't been a dream, then she'd really said...

"You said my cock is too small for you," he said slowly, each word like a dagger in his heart. 

She didn't seem to notice his distress. "Yes. But I said I had a plan, and you said uh-huh, and then I started the plan and tonight it's all paying off."

"You said my cock is too small for you," he repeated, this time with more emphasis. 

She stopped and studied him for a moment, as if really noticing him for the first time. "Uh, yes, that's what I said. And it is what it is. I mean, if my tits were too big or too small for you, I could just go to a plastic surgeon and we'd make them the right size. But we can't do that with your dick. That's the size it's always going to be. But since I love you more than anything, it's not like I can just leave you and find someone just like you with a bigger dick, right? So I had to come up with another plan. And this is it."

I finally know what thunderstruck feels like, he thought. Yet, before he could censor his mouth, his curiosity got the better of him. "What's the plan?" he asked, wanting to know all of it before putting the kibosh on the whole deal. 

"This. See, I put an ad on Craigslist asking for guys with big dicks to send me pictures of their erections. And they did! Hundreds of them. Then I narrowed it down to the ones who followed the instructions and showed a way to measure the size, like with a ruler or a pop can or a paper towel tube. And from those I found the ones that were longest and thickest. And from those I found the ones that I just liked the looks of. And the ones who could provide a clean bill of health. And so on until I just found the perfect one. See?"

She showed him a picture on her phone of a nine-inch long (if you could believe the ruler) white cock with a huge mushroom head and gnarled veins along the shaft. "The best part is that he lives here in our city, so it won't be a big deal to meet him somewhere close."

"Meet him?" Tom asked incredulously. "Somewhere close?" His voice, he noticed, was reaching an obscenely high pitch. 

"Yes," she replied calmly, again not seeming to notice his distress. "Tonight, actually. I want you to go with me, of course. You can't be too careful, after all. He could be a rapist or a serial killer or a rapist and serial killer." 

He knew the answer before he asked it. But he just had to ask it. "And what are you planning to do, when you meet this mystery man with the big cock?"

"Well, fuck him, of course, silly."

To say that the fight that ensued was the biggest of their short marriage was putting it mildly. But it quickly became apparent that Tom had brought a knife to a gunfight. His darling wife coldly shot holes in every argument he could bring forth. And all his emotional appeals were quickly circumcised with the snippy reply that they needed to stay focused on the facts, which, not coincidentally, was a tactic he'd used in many arguments prior to this one. 

In the end, she enumerated his three choices. One, he could remain obstinate and insist upon a divorce. She said it would break her heart but she would give it to him. There was no wiggle room in her needs and they'd chalk it up to irreconcilable differences. Two, he could stay home while she went out and made sure her needs were met. And he could just try not to feel guilty if she was a victim of the aforementioned rapist slash serial killer. Or three, he could come along and protect her like a good husband should.

"Or four, I could take your car keys!" he yelled, stalking over and snatching them from her purse. 

"I'll take a cab!" she answered hotly.

"I'll lock you in the bedroom!" he screamed.

"Forever? Eventually I'll get out and do what I want!" 

"I'll stop you somehow!" he raged, throwing her keys against the wall.

"You can't stop me!" she retorted, retrieving her keys. "You. Can't. Stop. This." She enunciated each word through gritted teeth. "You want to. But you can't. You can't." 

He fell into the chair as she stalked out of the room, dazed by the implications. She was right. He couldn't stop her. How can you stop someone from doing something they want to? He couldn't kidnap her. Couldn't tie her down for the rest of her life. His only leverage, that she'd be giving him up, that they would be getting a divorce, had no hold on her. She knew he was bluffing, that he was the one who couldn't live without the other in his life. And she was calling his bluff in the most deliberate way. He had no recourse. He had no Plan B. 

He thought again of the photo she'd shown him earlier that evening. That big nine-inch cock. What kind of man would be behind something the size of that monster? Was it someone he could trust his wife with? Another kind of monster?

He was waiting at the front door with the car keys when she left the bedroom, dressed and ready for her assignation with the mystery man with the big cock. 

Chapter 2

She insisted on driving to the hotel, probably thinking that he might indeed kidnap her and drive her around at high speeds until it was too late. The thought had crossed his mind.

When she pulled into a liquor store parking lot, he remained sullenly in his seat. Climbing back in the car, she handed him a bottle in a brown paper bag. "You look like you could use a drink." Those were the first words either had spoken in nearly an hour. 

Tom took a slug from the whiskey bottle, sullenly. And then another. He stared sullenly as the world passed by. Watched sullenly as they pulled into the hotel parking lot. And helped his wife check in using, in poor taste as far as Tom was concerned, their own married name, Mr. and Mrs. Tom Hammond. He was proud that he didn't react at all when the clerk asked if they needed one key card or two. 

By the time they got up to the room, a good bit of the whiskey was gone. But instead of making him feel better, it made him feel morose. The room layout didn't help. Susan had booked a suite, with a king-size bed in the middle and a sofa off to one side. Not that different from the last hotel they'd been in, where he'd spent much of the night fucking her, alternating from the bed to the sofa. That was where they'd both agreed that sofas were definitely the best piece of furniture for fucking, given the many different ways a woman could be bent over and splayed out on one. 

"This is perfect!" Susan pranced around the room. "You'll be able to sit there and relax and keep an eye on me," she announced, sitting down on the sofa to apprise the view. 

"Keep an eye on you?" he asked incredulously. "I plan to head into the other room and shove my fingers in my ears to make sure I don't hear anything."

"No, silly, then how will you know if I'm being strangled by a serial killer?" she asked him while tapping something into her cellphone. "You're here for a reason. And I'm not sure you're taking your responsibilities seriously."

"I'm not... you want... it's my fault?" he sputtered, not sure if she was serious or just putting him on. Failing to determine that, he took another drink of the whiskey. 

"Um, whatever," she replied. "Keep an eye on the door. He'll be here soon. I just sent him the room number. I'm going to go get changed." She grabbed her overnight bag and headed into the bathroom, closing the door firmly behind her. 

Tom stalked about the room. The whiskey made him feel like he was going in slow motion. He felt strange, as if he was outside himself, looking in. He tried not to think about what was going to happen. Maybe this was all a sick joke. Maybe there wasn't another man. Maybe his wife was going to open that door and come out dressed in some sexy lingerie and give herself to him, laughing about how good she'd 'got' him. He was well into that fantasy, staring at the bathroom door, when a knock on the room door pulled him out of his reverie. 

As if in a trance he strode to the door and opened it. Standing there was a man who was about as nondescript as a man could get. In his 30's probably, with sandy, short hair, a round face and a short, stubby body. Wearing jeans, running shoes and spring jacket, he looked like a father who just got done coaching his daughter's soccer team. Or a guy walking the dog. Or just about anyone in suburbia. Completely regular. 

"Heh," the man said, coming right into the room as if he'd been the one who booked it for the night. 

"Heh," Tom replied, carefully closing the door behind them. Belatedly he realized that he could've killed the whole thing right there, could've not let the guy in, could've lied and told the man there'd been a change of plans and everything was all cancelled. But now it was too late. The guy was in the room and Susan could come out at any time. He'd been too slow in thinking of it. Stupid whiskey.




A Cuckold's Tale Ch. 01



"So..." the man said, eyes scanning the room. 

"She'll be out in a sec," Tom offered, nodding at the bathroom door. Then, silently berated himself. Why was he helping? He was supposed to be sullen. Not the host of the party, for chrissake! 

Susan saved him from committing any more gaffes by picking that moment to step out of the bathroom. She looked absolutely stunning. And incredibly delectable. Tom could feel his dick beginning to stir. A sheer black bodystocking encased her torso from just above her bosom to just below her slit. Underneath, a black garter belt hugged her hips, holding up black sheer stockings that ran nearly to the top of her thighs. With no bra or panties beneath the bodystocking "dress," it was exquisitely easy to see her full, firm breasts, the dark rings of her areola and the hard nuggets of her nipples. Even more mesmerizing was the view below her belly, where she'd trimmed her pubic patch into a small 'V' pointing straight down to her visibly excited slit. 

She twirled around once on her black stilettos, slow enough that they could study the inviting roundness of her ass and easily imagine the magnificent delights that lay within that alluring cleft. Through some magic of lingerie design, her entire back was bare, exposing her down to the point where her ass was just beginning to round. Tom was just about to step forward and enfold his wife in a hug and kiss when the man stepped forward instead. 

"Nice," he said with unfeigned admiration, reaching out and caressing Susan's stocking covered breast. 

Hey! Tom started to step forward but stopped at the disdainful stare Susan shot at him. That's right, he thought. He'd almost forgotten why they were here. Without letting his eyes leave his wife's scantily clad form, he slowly stepped back until his heels hit the sofa, onto which he dropped with an audible thump. 

That, however, did not serve to distract the man and his wife from their mutual admiration of each other. Now both of the man's hands were intimately caressing Susan's voluptuous breasts, while she edged him closer and closer with hands coupled behind his neck. Seconds later her mouth had found his and she was passionately French kissing him, her tongue clearly exploring every inch of his mouth. As they kissed, he ran his hands up and down Susan's back, sliding his palm inside the sheer fabric to boldly fondle her bare ass and send a finger or two into the top of that long, deep valley. 

Tom watched mesmerized as the two completely forgot about him, both lost in the decadence of her blatant sexuality. Their long, long kiss finally broke and the man stepped back far enough to peal the top of the bodystocking down off Susan's big breasts, revealing all of their firm flesh and her rock-hard nipples. Immediately his head dipped slightly to first lick a nip, then nibble at it and finally suck as much as he could into his mouth, looking more like a babe suckling his mother than a man enjoying a giant taste of breast meat. 

After sampling her other tit with an equal amount of slurping gusto, he turned his attention to the bottom of the bodystocking, rolling it upwards in much the same manner as he'd rolled the top portion downwards. When finished, he'd effectively exposed Susan's ripe ass and swollen pussy, each intriguingly framed by the garters and stockings. Tom stared in numbed shock as the man unhesitatingly reached forward and ran his thumb up and down his wife's pussy slit, impudently parting the lips and acting as if all her treasures now belonged to him. Susan moaned and writhed under the attention, every bit the slut that Tom had fallen in love with several years ago. 

They came together for another long kiss, the man's middle finger now deep inside Susan's cunt. She shifted and thrust her hips, grinding herself upon his hand in animalistic lust. 

Their lips parted. "Is this your first big cock?" the man asked, smiling at the slut writhing on his fist. 

"The first in a long time," she responded breathlessly, thrusting her bare breasts at him in a clear signal of submission. 

"Then it's time you unwrapped what you're here for," he said with an understanding smile. "And it's nice if you're on your knees when you do it."

As Tom watched, Susan obediently dropped to her knees. None to delicately she had the man's belt and pants undone in seconds, quickly pushing them to the floor and impatiently pulling them off over his feet. When he'd taken off his shoes, Tom couldn't say. Then, almost reverently, Susan pulled down the man's briefs. There, uncurling like a thick boa constrictor, was that nine inches of half-erect manhood. Upon first seeing it, Tom almost thought that the measurement had been too short. It was the largest cock he'd ever seen and certainly on par with the huge cocks that Susan liked to look at in the porn flicks they'd bought on DVD. 

Susan wasted no time in grabbing ahold of her prize. She put one hand around the base of his shaft and the other around the next portion. That still left almost another third showing! For the first time since they'd started undressing each other, Susan looked Tom's way, nodding at the massive member in her grip. Unconsciously Tom looked down at his own crotch, then looked up, embarrassed that he'd done so. There was no way his regular dick could compete with such a monster. 

"Suck it slut," the man ordered, and Ted watched disbelievingly as his wife obediently complied. Immediately it became clear that Susan would have trouble sucking such a massive amount of man meat. The man had the thickness to go with the length and Susan could barely get her mouth open wide enough to fit it inside. Undeterred, she crammed as much as she could into her mouth, getting three or four inches in before needing to back off to breath. 

Laughing, the man pulled off the rest of his clothes and stood triumphantly before her, his cock fully erect and standing out like another arm that had suddenly grown out from his groin. "That's OK. Most women can't take much of The Anaconda. So suck what you can and lick and kiss the rest."

"Anaconda," Susan repeated worshipfully, her eyes studying every inch and every vein. She looked desperate to have it deep inside every hole in her body. "And what about you?" she panted. 

"You can call me Joe," he replied. "That's not my real name, but it'll do."

With Joe towering over her, Susan attacked his massive rod with her tongue and lips, plastering it with kisses and worshipfully licking every inch of it. Even the man's balls were huge, Tom saw, when his wife's face nearly disappeared as she perched below him to lick and suck on his swollen nuts. It was as though she were wearing his ball sac as a mask, so much of him covered her face. 

"Get me nice and wet. When I hit that cunt, you're gonna feel it," he instructed. Tom watched as his wife redoubled her efforts, slurping at the rigid manhood with a fervor he'd never seen from her before. Soon every vein-stretched inch of skin was covered in a sheen of her saliva and she was sucking fervently on the mushroom head, her eyes pleading with his.

Joe nodded toward the bed and Susan literally threw herself down on it, kicking off her heels even as she spread her legs and offered herself to Joe and his anaconda-sized cock. "Please... please fuck me," she whispered throatily, her eyes never leaving the massive mushroom tip. 

Joe chuckled knowingly. "That's a good slut. You know when to beg. And when to obey. Joe will give you what you need." With that he knelt between Susan's legs and played the head up and down her wet, quivering slit. 

"Pleeeeease..." Susan mewled, begging in frustration. From his spot on the sofa, Tom could see it all: the movement of that great mushroom head down into position, Susan's groin suddenly still in anticipation, the head parting her pussy lips, pausing at the entrance to her fuck hole, the hole only he had entered since the day they started dating. And then, slowly and without mercy, that giant helmet leading the way inside her, the pussy lips stretching and stretching and stretching to accommodate this massive intruder. The shaft entering her, inch after inch after interminable inch, with no seeming end to it, filling and overfilling her, forcing her cunt to stretch wider and deeper than ever before.

And with every inch, a moan and a gasp escaped her lips, as if pushed out by the pressure of the shaft pressing in down below. And still it continued to enter her, and endless train rolling into a tunnel, inexorable, unstoppable, incredible. Then, finally, an eternity later, Joe pressed his balls against her body, fully inside Tom's blissful wife, buried to the hilt and as in control of her as any man has been in control of any woman. Pinned as she was to the mattress by a giant spear, Tom knew that his wife would agree to anything, would do anything, would fuck anything, if only to feel that cock desecrating her cunt again. 

Joe rolled his hips and Susan responded with a keening that Tom had never heard from her before. Again and again the man thrust and twisted and humped, teasing the cunt below him and causing her to flood the room with her desperate cries. Then, slowly, ponderously, Joe began pulling his cock out of her, provoking a reaction as passionate as when he'd thrust it in. Tom stared as that giant snake withdrew, now covered by his wife's cunt juices, hastily exuded in a frantic attempt lubricate the way for his cock, however impossible such a task might be. 

He pulled out of her with an audible pop, Joe grinning down at her as a look of helpless vacancy popped on her face. "You want more, then?" he asked maliciously. She nodded vehemently, unable to speak, her eyes transfixed on the fist-like monster poised once again above her trembling cunt. Then he was down upon her, into her, thrusting violently against her, no longer tender and slow. He crammed into her, a superior power ravaging her womanhood, grabbing what pleasure he could from her tight hole while caring nothing for her pleasure. She would be content with whatever dregs she could scrounge for herself, content to be filled and fulfilled by the immensity he'd blessed her with. 

Tom watched as Joe pistoned in and out of his wife's welcoming cunt, her squeals of pleasure filling the room. Moving deliberately, he undid his own belt and pants button, and slipped his hand inside his shorts. His cock was hard, iron hard, and he could the blood throbbing in his ears. That was his wife, his wife! being raped and ravaged on that bed, her legs straight up to allow more of that monster inside her womb, her head whipping back and forth in ecstasy, her fingers convulsively grabbing at her boobs and nipples, as if trying to coax out some of that pleasure so the pressure wouldn't build too high too fast. His wife!

He stroked himself, grateful for at least a little distraction from the hedonistic scene playing out before him. It was OK to do this, to relieve a little of the pressure he was feeling. His head was swimming and he was sure it was due to more than the whiskey. Anyone would stroke to a scene like this. It was a porn movie. An ultra-realistic porn movie. 

The fucking went on and on. Tom lost track of time. How long had Joe been fucking his wife? A few minutes? An hour? A day? Occasionally Joe would pull all the way out of Susan's cunt and not return until she'd begged loudly and convincingly for more. Then he'd thrust back inside her to torture her some more. 

Tom continued to stroke himself, feeling more and more like he wasn't a part of this at all. Like he was watching a movie of a porn star who looked like his wife being ravaged by a porn stud who looked like no one at all. Every so often he would pause and pull one of his balls or the other out of its socket, just to make sure he didn't cum. Cumming, he thought, would break the spell and return him to the real world. The world where as stranger was fucking the shit out of his wife. 

"You got any lube?" 

Tom blinked. What was the question? Was the question aimed at him? Was the TV talking to him? 

"Hey, whatsyourname! You got any lube?" Joe asked again.

Tom blinked and focused. Joe had pulled out of Susan's cunt, his thick rod gleaming in the hotel room lights. Tom shrugged. If Susan didn't pack any, then they didn't have any. Susan, however, didn't look capable of talking. Then he remembered. Scrambling to his feet he found Susan's purse and dumped it out on the table. There, in the mess that was his wife's life, he found a tube of hand cream. Dumbly, he handed it to his usurper. 

Joe nodded as he took it, placed a huge dollop in his palm and vigorously rubbed it up and down his shaft. Without meaning to, without knowing that he was, Tom watched as the cream spread over the cock, working into the crannies, slickening the veined muscles, polishing the purple head. 

With an "oof" of effort, Joe straddled Susan's stomach and shoved his thick dick between her big tits. Immediately understanding, she pressed her boobs together, creating a tunnel of soft, silky flesh. Still standing next to the bed, Tom looked down and watched another man enthusiastically fuck his wife's tits, steadily stroking in and out of that silken tunnel, lubricated by the cream that Tom himself had supplied. Susan licked that menacing head every time it came near her mouth, bending her neck awkwardly so she could kiss his cumhole too. Tom was close enough to touch them, but stayed his hand. Instead, he pushed back inside his shorts and continued to softly stroke himself. 

After many minutes, Joe leaned forward and dangled his massive balls over Susan's mouth. Tom squirmed a little closer, fascinated by how his wife so eagerly suckled on the man's hanging testes, licking his ball sac like a mother cat grooming her kittens. With nothing more than a glance at Tom, Joe rolled away and knelt commandingly on the edge of the bed. 

"Show me your ass, bitch!" he growled, sounding as mean and demanding as his cock looked. Susan immediately rolled to her hands and knees, not even sparing a glance at Tom even though he now sat just a couple feet away. 

Slap! The sound of bare hand hitting bare ass echoed through the room, startling Tom. Slap! Slap! Slap! Joe was spanking Susan soundly, each stroke raising a red spot on her butt. Then, just as suddenly, it stopped, and Joe was kneeling behind her and pressing against her and entering her and drilling her and fucking her like she was his bitch for now and forever. 

Though the beast of a cock slid smoothly into Susan's wet pussy, Tom saw something he'd never seen before. On every stroke in, her pussy lips were also drawn in, stretching and pulling her cunt. And on ever withdrawal, her pussy lips clung to that great shaft. It was as if he was so large, her cunt couldn't accommodate all of him. 

He fucked her doggystyle, Tom not even trying to pretend that he wasn't watching. He got to see her tits rocking back and for up close, instead of straining to see them in the mirror when he'd fucked her like this. Her heavy hangers, he'd always called them, but only in his head. Now he got to see just how heavy and just how nicely they did hang, slapping together with every thrust of his monster cock into her cunt. 

After some time, Joe pulled out all the way, making Susan gasp at the loss of that great shaft in her fuck space. Joe rolled over onto his back and Susan immediately mounted him, her gaze passing over Tom as if he wasn't there. She sank down on the member below her and quickly began fucking it, bobbing up and down as if she was mounted on springs. Joe sighed and lay back, and Tom wondered if this was a common perk for the big cocked man - to have a big-titted woman ride you and fuck you at the same time. 

Tom kept his hand stuck inside his shorts, continuing to lightly stroke his own cock. He didn't want to bring it out; the disparity between the two would be just too embarrassing. So he just kept stroking, occasionally pulling one ball or the other out of its socket to keep from cumming too soon. 

After what seemed like forever, Joe started to get the telltale arch in his back. He moaned, then groaned, and then Susan did too, and Tom knew that Joe had finally shot his load of cum into Susan's steaming hot pussy. A few moments later, thick strings of glistening white goo confirmed his theory, wrapping around the shaft and head as Susan left her perch atop the fuck fist that had ravaged her all evening. Her pussy, wet, swollen and dripping with cum, glistened in the hotel room lights. Joe's cock, similarly adorned, began to droop a little as the gallons of blood necessary to keep it erect began to drain away. 

That's it then, Tom thought to himself with relief. His wife had fulfilled her fantasy of being fucked by a big dick. It would take some time for them to get past this as a couple, but he was, at heart, an understanding guy, and he would probably forgive her pretty quickly. It was good that this sordid night in their marriage was over. All he had to do was politely escort this guy out of the room and get Susan cleaned up. Maybe he'd even fuck her himself. They had the room, after all, and he did have a raging boner. 

He was just bending over to politely gather Joe's clothing up off the floor when he noticed Susan crawling about on the bed. They'd both collapsed after their fuck-a-thon, but Susan had just stirred from her stupor. In fact, she'd reversed position and was now nuzzling Joe's giant ball sac. No, she was kissing it! No, she was licking it!

"So, you want some more, do you bitch?" Joe asked wryly from his sprawled position. "And what do you say when you want some more? What's the magic word?"

Susan slurped at those powerful nuggets for a few more moments before whispering, "More. Please, I want more."

"You're gonna have to do better than that," Joe commented, spreading his legs so she could cover more of his balls and cock with her tongue. 

"More. Please, I want more," she said loudly, her desperate need apparent in her voice. 

"Suck me, then. Get me hard again. And then we'll see if you can handle more."

Tom watched as his apparently insatiable wife enthusiastically sucked and licked Joe's dick and balls, flicking her tongue down under his sac and even sliding the tip of her tongue into his anus, rimming him like a cheap whore. It wasn't over, he realized. This wasn't the end. This was the beginning. And only the inside of her pussy knew when the end would be. 

Joe's cock grew and grew as Susan licked, sucked, nibbled, coaxed and teased it back to life. That giant mushroom head spread open like a cobra's hood, the pee slit a dangerous mouth in the middle, poised to spray poison across any unwary victim. Tom couldn't look away as the monster regained its former strength, rejuvenated by the adoration of a woman who desperately, desperately wanted to be harshly penetrated, used and filled up. Veins throbbed across its surface, ominous and potent, while cords of muscle cut down the underside, turning it into a deadly weapon with the capability of splitting open any orifice.

"You. More lubricant!" The order startled Tom, who realized with horror that he'd been opening admiring the man's erection. Tom searched around, found the bottle of hand cream and tossed it on the bed. "No, cuck, you apply it. Can't you see I have my hands full?" Tom recoiled at the insult, then looked at his wife. It was true... Joe had both hands wrapped around his wife's breasts and he was very intent on groping them into submission.

"Do what he says, sweetie," Susan said soothingly, her head rolling back at the pleasure thrumming up her spine from the tit massage. 

It was all so surreal. Tom was still not inside himself. He felt like an observer in a weird but sensual play. The whiskey, now coursing through him, addled his brain. The scent of sex permeated his nostrils. The room was hot, stifling. His head swam. Robotically he squirted a glob of cream on one palm, then another glob on the other palm. The spuuurt sound from the bottle reminded him of something but he couldn't think what. 




A Cuckold's Tale Ch. 01



Leaning forward, he grasped the rod swaying before him. He had a sudden urge to find out how big it really was, so he grabbed the bottom of the shaft in one hand and grabbed the next open spot with his other, holding it like the handle of a baseball bat. And like a bat, there was still some handle showing, plus an enormous purple head, looking much more intimidating than the knob on a bat. 

It felt solid beneath his fingers. Solid and thick and powerful. Slowly, tentatively at first, he twisted his hands back and forth, working the cream into that rigid shaft. He covered the head in cream, pushing it up under the ridge, before sliding his hands down the rod until they met the furry bush as the base. He wondered if he should lube the ball sac as well, then was amazed when he found himself doing it. The sac felt tight, hefty, as if someone had tightly wrapped a couple of cherries in plastic wrap. Big cherries. 

"OK, that's enough cowboy," Tom heard through his fog. "Never on the first date."

Tom recoiled and scooted away as he realized what the man meant. He wasn't gay! Why was he acting like this? What had Susan done to him?

Smiling as if at some unspoken joke, Joe turned his attention to Susan. Laying her out on her back, he pushed her legs back, back, until her knees nearly touched the mattress. Then, carefully but confidently, he found the tight bud of her anus and began to press inside. Susan gasped at the attempted penetration, then gritted her teeth as the pressure built and built. Her subsequent yelp announced to them all that the anus had been breached by the giant cock head. 

Joe was much more aggressive in fucking Susan's ass than he'd been earlier. His torso smacked against her butt cheeks so hard that the slapping sound resounded through the room. Had any of them not been completely engaged in the plundering, they might've feared that the neighbors would hear. It didn't take long for Susan's anus to open far enough to accommodate the massive member, but Tom could see what looked like painful striations radiating from her hole. The man was simply spreading her anus too far. 

Occasionally Joe would cease his thrusting and, with his dick completely buried in her ass, reach around her legs to squeeze and knead her squished breasts. He seemed to love pinching her nipples until she squeaked, and then returning to the methodical destruction of her ass with his cock. 

Joe withdrew and Tom was shocked to see how far open his wife's asshole was gaping. He could certainly put most of his fingers down there. And possibly even something bigger, like the fat part of a bottle of beer. The pink inner walls quickly gave way to a dark, forbidding interior. She'd never been this open or stayed this way for this long.

Susan crawled onto her hands and knees looking decidedly well-used, but determined to finish it out. Joe crawled atop her, his giant rod swinging dangerously below him. Mounting her like a dog mounting his bitch, he forced his cock back into her asshole, pumping it enthusiastically in and out. Below him, Susan braced against the onslaught, but his violent thrusting shoved her little by little toward the bed's headboard. Sweat plastered her hair to her back and her cunt juices, combined with leftover cum, trailed down her thighs. She was past the point of making anything other than animal grunts and gasps as her anus was assaulted by a pole the size of many baseball bats. She could only take it and try to endure. 

Tom, his hand inside his shorts, frantically stroked his own cock, feeling pre-cum beginning to flow out of the slit at the top, now revealed over the past two hours to be only a miniaturized version of the hose head burrowing deep into his wife's devastated ass. 

The pounding became even more ferocious as Joe used his monster like a jack hammer, rattling against the walls of his new whore's anal canal. Then, when it seemed to Tom that his wife could take no more, he saw Joe tense up, a guttural cry ripped from his lips. With the next few strokes, now slower and more deliberate, he suctioned out his own cum, the clear pasty jizz coating his cock and dribbling off the edges of Susan's anal ring. Once again Tom could see down inside her, the gaping hole like a surgically implanted hole to give anyone interested a view into her cum-covered bowels. She collapsed on the bed, thoroughly spent. 

Joe also rolled over, staring up at the ceiling. Tom watched as his monster cock visibly wilted, the hard use of the last two hours finally taking its toll. It deflated almost like a balloon with a small leak, shrinking into itself and leaving little more than a hollow, wrinkled bag of skin. 

"Got anymore of that hand cream, cuck boy?" the man said, an edge of authority in his voice. 

Tom blanched at the title. "Tom," he corrected, grabbing the bottle without thinking. 

"Whatever," Joe replied. "Bring it on over here and rub it into my dick. I don't want it to feel raw in the morning. C'mon. Don't be shy. You know you want to."

Tom closed his eyes. That was the problem. He did want to. He'd handled the monster when it was full of life. Now her really, urgently wanted to feel what is was like in hibernation. With trepidation mixed with a strange excitement, he smeared the cream all over his hands and approached. Slowly, tentatively, he reached down, softly grasping the now dormant snake. It oozed through his slippery fingers, as pliable and supple as a snake made from children's clay. He rubbed the cream into the velvety head, knowing full well that just moments ago it had penetrated his wife more deeply than any human being. It had explored her bowels. It had reached the back of her cunt canal. It had rolled about in his wife's juices, slid into her sacred slit and devastated every hole. And having done that, it had spurted its rations of sperm across her inner walls, marking them, deep within her, as the province of one man. And that man was not her husband. 

Tom played with the cock in his hands, mixing the slippery hand cream with the strands of cum and globs of ass drops that coated every inch. He massaged it in, aware that even at this, its least potent shape, it was still larger than the hard-on tenting his shorts. 

"Enough," the man said, rolling out from beneath Tom's questing hands. "Next time, I'll let you play with it. The first time, though, is so you can see what it can do. Now, show me your dick."

In the middle of wiping his hands on the sheets, Tom froze. What did the man have in mind? Many images flashed through his mind. Surprisingly, none of them were all that horrifying. Slowly, without meeting the man's eyes, Tom pulled down his shorts.

"You're not too short," Joe commented after giving Tom's hard dick a quick glance. "I've seen shorter. So don't beat yourself up on size. I'm a freak and I know it. So, two things to tell your Mistress when she wakes up. The first is that she didn't check my health papers before we started. Big mistake. She's got to be more careful. And the second thing is she has to work on her blowjobs. She's got to know how to deep throat if she expects to get the big cock and keep them coming back. Her big tits just aren't going to be enough. Especially if she's going to meet up with the black studs. They're going to expect a good deep throat." He finished getting dressed. "So, that's it. I need to get home before my wife notices I've been gone so long. And my daughter has a recital in the morning. Oh, if you're thinking of getting yourself some," he nodded to Susan stretched out on the bed, "Now's the time, when she's half-asleep. She'll never know what hit her." 

With that, Joe nonchalantly walked out the door, leaving Tom with his shorts around his ankles and his cock as hard and throbbing as he'd ever felt it. 

Tom looked over at his wife and quickly made his decision. This was his chance to get even, to fuck her as hard and nasty as Joe had fucked her. He wouldn't stop, not even if she begged him to. In fact, he hoped that she would beg him to. She needed to be punished. 

Shedding his shorts and the rest of his clothes, he moved to her. Her legs fell open with just a touch. She looked up at him dreamily; whether she was exhausted or half asleep he couldn't tell. He pushed his cock into her wet pussy, pleased to find it still warm and slippery. Then he realized that the wetness was most likely the spent cum from his wife's recent lover. He was fucking her in a pools of his sperm. The thought only made him harder. 

He made his plans, slowly slipping in and out of her compliant pussy. He would fuck her this way for a while, savaging her tits with his hands just like that big-cocked monster had done earlier in the night. The idea made him even harder, the image of that giant spear slicing into her coming unbidden to his mind. He shook free of it. This was his time. He would fuck her for a while, then roll her over on her stomach and shove his cock into her ass. Again, unbidden, the memory of that other, more massive cock came to mind, spreading her ass cheeks with its girth and then plunging into her dirty hole, splitting her open at the seam. 

He closed his eyes but the image remained. A powerful pole, rising from her hole, slick with cream that he, Tom, had applied with his own hands. Rigid yet throbbing with maleficence. So powerful. So commanding. So beautiful. Tom felt himself erupt into Susan's pussy, his cum mixing with that of the monster cock. Too soon. He'd cum too soon...

End of Chapter 2



A Cuckold's Tale Ch. 02



Chapter 2 – The Choice

Early the following morning, Sabrina woke me up with a kiss. She had a mischievous look in her eyes, like a child that stole a piece of candy while her mother wasn’t looking. As I went to kiss her again, she giggled and quickly jumped out of bed. I watched her naked body go into the bathroom. She turned on the water to the shower, and after using the toilet, she looked at me, winked, and jumped right in the steamy hot water.

Our bathroom was open to the bedroom, and the shower had a clear glass enclosure. Even though Sabrina’s shower was hot and steamy, I could see her through the mist. I just lay on my side in bed, watching my fiancée wash herself. Although it made me smile to see the water glistening off her firm breasts, to watch her soap her chest and nipples, I could not help but think that she was cleaning and grooming herself because she knew a black man with a very large cock was about to visit our house. Despite that lingering thought, I smiled, even though I knew she was oblivious to my smile.

She walked out of the shower, and finally noticed me staring at her. My fiancée flashed me the biggest smile I had seen in months, taking great care to show off her body to me as she dried herself. She also made sure I noticed that her legs and pussy were both freshly shaved. After brushing her teeth, she walked back to the bedroom, and lay back on the bed, kissing me once more. I could smell the shampoo from her still-wet hair. I could smell the body lotion on her legs. I wanted her so bad, and the funny thing was, she knew it too. Of course, having a rock-hard erection didn’t help hide things.

“Good morning, my dear, wonderful Bob,” she cooed as she kissed me. She was so full of pep and energy, so full of excitement. “What would you like for breakfast?”

It struck me again as a bit weird that she still had not mentioned the fact that I licked the cum of another man out of her pussy right after watching her fuck him. We did not talk much last night, and it seemed that she was ignoring the whole thing. It was as if it never happened, and for a brief second, I wondered if I was dreaming the whole afternoon yesterday. I decided to play a game, to see how far she would take it.

“Good morning, my love,” I replied. “Well, how about some eggs, a big sausage, and toast with brown sugar and blackberry jam?” I could not hide my smile as I uttered those words, the “sausage,” “brown,” and “black” being emphasized.

Sabrina knew how to play along. “Oh, so you really like the big sausage?”

“Mmmmm hmmmmm,” I answered.

“You know I like brown sugar and black,” she paused for a second then continued, “berry jam.”

“Mmmmm hmmmmm.”

“Do you think I should have that this morning?” So this was it. My fiancée, my Sabrina, was asking me if she should fuck Vance. She was, while playing the game, in effect asking for my permission to allow this stranger to cum inside her. I was not going to give her the satisfaction of a response though. As much as I wanted to yell at the top of my voice a resounding “YESSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!” I knew that for us to be happy, Sabrina would have to make this decision herself. Watching her yesterday with Vance was a turning point in my life. I see it clearly now. My love for her was so great that I would do everything for her, to show her I loved her. If that meant letting her have sex with other men, then so be it.

For me, it was not that I even wanted to show her my love, but I needed to show her. In every way possible. Most people might think it demeaning, but I found it exhilarating. What better way to show my love than to humiliate myself before her? She was my temple, and I but a worshipper. But there was no way I would make it easy for her.

I kissed her. “You should have whatever you feel like having,” was my noncommittal response. She looked at me curiously for a few seconds, before jumping out of bed, tossing the towel to the floor, and running to the kitchen, still naked. I smiled behind her back, and checked the time. 7:25 AM. I picked up her wet towel on the way to the shower. After I shaved and cleaned, I decided to dry myself with her wet towel, even though it was just on the floor. Her smell still lingered on it, as I tossed it into the hamper. I brushed my teeth, pulled on a pair of boxers, and went to the kitchen.

We had our breakfast in relative silence, but I kept noticing my still-naked fiancée keep glancing at the clock. She did put on her engagement ring, as if to reassure herself that she was still my fiancée. But I could tell she was also anxious. Sure enough, at exactly 7:59, the doorbell rang. I smiled at her and walked to the door.

The only clothes I had on was the pair of boxers, otherwise completely bare, even my feet. I opened the door and sure enough, Vance was there, wearing his shorts and tanktop. Standing next to him though, was a man I had not seen before. If Vance was considered big, this guy was a giant.

He was easily 6’7, like someone straight off a professional NBA team. Like Vance, he was black and good looking. He was extremely muscular, and had tattoos on his bulging biceps. He was shirtless, and I could see his pectorals heaving with every breath, and the sixpack on his tummy was something to make body builders proud.

“Hello, Bob,” Vance said as I opened the door. He noticed me staring at the other guy. “This is Raymond.” Raymond walked in the house without even asking, pushing me to the side as he did so. I hoped none of the neighbors saw this huge shirtless black man just walking into our house. I stepped aside and Vance smiled at me as he followed Raymond, with me closing the door behind us.

The two men walked into the kitchen, and sure enough, Sabrina was waiting, totally nude, standing in the center. The breakfast dishes were still on the table. Raymond did not wait for introductions. He immediately went to her and grabbed her breasts, squeezing them very roughly. He bent my fiancée over, examining her ass, spreading the cheeks aside and fingering her anus, then pussy. I could tell that Sabrina was a little scared, but also extremely wet. Raymond then straightened her out once more, and held her face in his massive hands, examining her from every angle. It felt almost as if he was trying to appraise her as a piece of property. Little did I imagine that appraising her as property was precisely what was on Raymond’s agenda.

Raymond looked at Vance, ignoring the owners of the house completely. He spoke for the first time in a booming deep voice, “She will do.”

Vance smiled. “I told you my brother.”

“That you did, dog,” Raymond smiled as he walked behind Sabrina and pressed up against her. She looked so tiny next to his huge frame. His massive hands closed around her waist, and started to massage, one hand moving down to her pussy, other hand moving to her breasts.

Vance looked at me, and spoke, “My friend Raymond here is buying your fiancée from me. Is that ok?” The look he gave me implied that he did not care what answer I would give. I honestly did not even know what answer I should attempt to give. Everything was happening so fast. My fiancée being sold? Into what? And who the hell is this Raymond guy? My mind was spinning at a million miles an hour.

So what did I do? I meekly nodded, and looked down at the floor. It was only then that I noticed I had a huge erection. This was all so unknown to me. What was to happen to Sabrina? Would I still be able to live with her? Would we ever make love? Would we have a family? I needed time to think, so dammit, why did I nod my head? But I could not take it back, I had made my choice. But was it only my choice? Sabrina had to have a say in it too, so I looked up and brightened. Perhaps this was a way out. “But Vance, shouldn’t Sabrina make the final decision?” I could not help but smile at my own genius.

Vance looked at me, then to Raymond, who continued to massage Sabrina’s breasts and pussy. “Yes, the slut should choose,” he replied to me. Looking at Sabrina, he asked her, “So slut, what will it be, are you willing to be sold as a cheap, common whore? A house slave?”

Sabrina did not immediately reply, but just “Mmmmmm’d” contentedly as Raymond continued his massage.

Vance continued, “Do you want to be used for your body, and your body alone, in every way, for the pleasure of Raymond and his many black brothers? Do you wish to repay the black race for the sins of the white race?” Sabrina’s moans and groans were coming louder, and I thought she was about to orgasm right there. “Tell me, whore, do you wish to be passed around from black cock to black cock, or do you wish to go back to this white bread boy here?” He walked over to me and in one move pulled off my boxers. My cock was hard, but it seemed so small compared to Vance’s, and more importantly, Raymond’s cocks.

My fiancée looked at me, closed her eyes, and she came. Loudly. Her screams filled the room. “Yessssssssssssssssssss!!!!!!!!! I want to be the white slave whore to Raymond!” I was stunned, but she had opened her eyes and was staring at me as she came a second time. The strange part was, I was so turned on thinking about what she said. I knew I should not have been, but I could not deny that I was. She dropped another bombshell, “But what about Bob?”

“Well, since he is to be your husband, he is to be sold with you,” was Vance’s reply.

Sabrina took another thirty seconds to respond. “That is beautiful then, I accept!”

With that, Raymond pushed my fiancée roughly off of him, and reached into his pocket, and pulled out a brand new hundred dollar bill. He gave it to Vance, and gave him a weird looking secret handshake. He then pulled his shorts down, and his gigantic cock sprang to attention. It was the biggest cock I had ever seen, real or porn. It must have been at least twelve or so inches, and thick. Very very thick. I was suddenly afraid of something that big. But I knew what was coming next.

Raymond took Sabrina and pushed her against the kitchen table. He pushed her back down, her breasts on the cold glass top. Keeping her tummy pressed hard against the table, Raymond guided his cock against her already wet and slick pussy. It was almost painful to watch as he entered her, with great difficulty. I could almost hear her stretching to accommodate his massive girth. The earlier screams Sabrina gave while she came were nothing compared to the screams that were coming out of her throat as she came over and over again, just as Raymond was adjusting. He was unable to push more than half his cock in her, but he started to fuck her hard and fast.

I lost track of how many times Sabrina came. But after a few minutes, Raymond grunted a few times, and I could see his muscles tense just moments before he too came inside her. He came so much, that rivulets of cum oozed out the sides of her pussy and down her legs. Finally, he pulled out of her, and smacked her ass, his huge hand leaving a large red mark on her cheek.

“Dayum, I love fuckin’ tight white women!” Raymond exclaimed.

“I hear that,” Vance answered.

“Dog, you gotta hit that ass.” Raymond moved aside, giving Vance and myself a view of Sabrina’s messed-up pussy. God I so wanted to lick her right there. Raymond was so wide, her pussy had not fully closed yet, and I could see the pool of cum in her, her muscles still convulsing. But she did not move, but rather was holding onto the edges of the table with her hands, her arms spread in a “V” type shape. Vance was naked and walking to her as Raymond stood next to me. I felt uncomfortable being so close to him, he was so large. And even though he had just came, his cock still looked bigger than mine while erect. Still, I could not lower my erection as Vance started fucking my fiancée.

Raymond could not resist, so he asked, “You like watching your slut become my slut, don’t you white boy?”

I nodded and answered, “Yessir.”

“You like watching her cum on nice, large cocks, don’t you?”

I nodded.

“You like to see me cum in the pussy that should belong only to you, don’t you?”

I was too embarrassed to touch myself, I was getting so turned on by his questioning.

Suddenly, I felt him put his hands on my shoulders and easily push me to the floor, kneeling in front of him. “Lick it, boy, so I can fuck her again.”

I was scared! I did not know what to do, but Raymond easily overpowered me. I could smell Sabrina’s smell on his cock, and I could smell his cum. What was going on? He pushed my head into his half-erect cock. My mouth was closed, but I could feel the heat of another man’s cock on my face.

“I said lick it!” He pressed my shoulders hard, and it hurt. I opened my mouth and for the first time in my life, my tongue touched a man’s cock. Strangely, it tasted good. “Good!” he answered as I licked around the shaft, and got to the head. I felt like I was licking an apple, the head was so big, and I could feel him stiffening. Sabrina was looking back at me, watching me bring her owner to full erection as my tongue wrapped around Raymond’s shaft and head.

Without any further effort, I moved my hands up, and cupped his massive balls. I gently squeezed them, my thumb playing with the base of his cock, as I opened my mouth. He started to push in, and I could feel my lips stretching, as his cock was compressed and made it into my mouth. I felt like I was suffocating, but I could still breathe. I tried to relax, as his hot bulbous head filled my entire mouth. My tongue tasting the cum mixture of Sabrina and himself, as well as his new precum. It tasted salty, but so damn good. I could feel him thrust back and forth, holding my head as he did so.

Slowly, I did learn to relax, and he was able to push more and more of his cock into my mouth. When he hit the back of my throat, I could not help but gag and choke, but eventually I learned to relax my throat, and he was able to slide a bit down. I could not believe that I had about 7 inches of a monster black cock in my mouth. Raymond was fucking my mouth, and I was bobbing my head back and forth, matching his thrusts. I did not even notice that Sabrina was staring in fascination at me, I did not notice that Vance finished fucking her and was looking at us as well.

Raymond quickly pulled out of my mouth, much to my surprising disappointment. “Damn, puppy, I don’t cum in silly white boys’ mouths, but don’t you worry sweetheart, I’ll make sure you get plenty of black cum,” Raymond promised me. “I’m just gonna go fuck my slut some more in your bed.” He went to Sabrina and kissed her. He took her hand and started to walk her back to the bedroom, but stopped as they were about to pass me.

“As a gift to you, slut, I’m gonna let bitch-boy here kiss any part of your body you want,” he told Sabrina.

“Thank you Sir,” she replied. Then she looked at me, bent down and kissed me on the forehead, turned around, and bent back to me. She offered me her anus. I kissed it without hesitation. And a second, and third. She then pulled off me, and I sighed in disappointment. She turned back to me once more, and went to kiss my lips, but at the last second, kissed my cheeks. She whispered, “I love you,” to me before she stood straight and let Raymond lead her to our bed, Vance in tow.

Just before they left the room, Raymond turned around and ordered me to clean the kitchen. The dishes had to be all washed, the kitchen mopped completely clean. The refrigerator was to be emptied and cleaned as well. He explained to me that they’ll be back in about three hours, and I should have lunch prepared by then.

I spent the next several hours doing exactly what Raymond ordered. I could hear the three of them fucking, and I could hear Sabrina’s screams throughout the morning. I tried to block it out, but I could not. I had a hard on most of the morning. While I was waiting for the chicken parmesan to finish cooking, I could not help but think, yes, the choice has been made. Just then, I heard my fiancée reach her umpteenth orgasm of the day. I really did love her.

... to be continued ...



A Cuckold's Tale Ch. 02



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FIVE MONTHS EARLIER

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"Oooooohhhhhh..."

"Ride My cock fuckbag. Ride it hard!!"

Janet Amonte has been a slave for 1 month. It has been the best month of her life. Her husband Larry is also a slave. He is a cuckolded slave. Their Master is Buck Adams. Together with Janet's sister Maria, they all live in the Amonte home. Now, it's Buck's home.

"Oh..oh..oh..oh..oh..oh..M..oh..M..oh..oh..M-ast..."

"RIDE ME BITCH!!"

Buck yelled through clenched teeth. Janet, aka fuckbag, was on His lap. Her arms were wrapped around His massive shoulders. He was drilling her cunt with His massively wide cock. She had already cum numerous times. It was His turn now.

"P-p-p-please...give...give...cumm...I wan...I wa...Master's...oh God...oh God...cummmmmmm"

"YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS...."

Buck leaned forward and sunk His teeth into Janet's shoulders as He filled her full of His cum.

"Aaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeee"

Buck grinds His teeth into Janet's shoulders. His large paws squeezing the life out of her ass cheeks.

"Fuck..."

When He's spent, He drops her onto the floor and off of His lap.

"BITCH! GET IN HERE AND CLEAN THIS MESS!"

Larry comes into the room and immediately kneels in front of Buck. He had never been with a man nor touched a penis other than his own. But his Master beckoned and he was ready to serve.

"Not Me you fuck. Her. Get your fuckbag of a wife cleaned up and ready for tonight. I left some cum in her cunt for you to eat. GO!!"

Larry knelt behind his already kneeling wife. He hungrily lapped up her used fuckhole. He was used to sucking his Master's cum out of her ass and pussy. He was used to licking it off her body. Hers and Maria's.

(DING DONG) (DING DONG)

"Who the fuck is that??"

Larry and Janet jumped up. They were as surprised as Buck. 

"Bitch answer the door and see who the fuck it is. Carefully now."

Larry moved to the door and cracked it open a bit.

"Yes?", he asked.

"Larry Amonte?"

"Yes."

The man at the door flashed a badge. 

"Are you Larry Amonte the owner of this house?"

"Yes. Who are you and why are you asking?"

"My name is Sgt. Davidson, Indianapolis PD. Do you know a Debbie Flint of 320 Hargrove Drive here in town?"

"Yes, yes. That's my mother."

"Mr. Amonte she placed a call saying you all were in danger. That there was a known fugitive living with you."

Larry froze.

"Mr. Amonte, do you mind if I come in and take a look around."

Larry looked behind him. Buck was gone. Maria was there and she nodded to him. Larry opened the door.

"Not at all. By all means."

Maria went up to the police officer.

"Hi. I'm Janet, Larry's wife. Let me show you around."

Maria lead the officer around the split-level home. After a few minutes he smiled and made his way to the door.

"Everything looks fine here."

"Yes, we know officer. I just got into an argument with my mom and she flew off the handle. I'm sorry she involved you."

"It's okay Mrs. Amonte. You folks go ahead and have a good night."

"Thank you officer."

Larry closed the door and let out a huge sigh of relief. Maria immediately hugged him and they kissed passionately.

"That mothefucking bitch."

Buck and Janet came from around back.

"That old fucking tart thinks she can call the cops on Me?!?!? Is she fucking crazy??"

Maria, Janet, and Larry all kneel. They listen as Buck rants. He walks passed them patting both Maria and Larry on the head.

"Good job you two. Your Master is proud. I have some thinking to do. It may not be smart for me to stick around here much longer..."

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1 WEEK LATER

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"I'm so glad we could spend this time together."

"Me too Mom. Hopefully we can pick up where we left off and put that whole ordeal behind us. Larry and I really hate what happened. It's been really killing us."

"I know dear, I know. Let's not talk about it anymore. Pull over sweetie I need something to drink."

"Oh no mom, I have some bottles of water right here. I figured it would be easier to bring water with us while we were shopping."

"Good thinking Jan. Mmmm this water hits the spot. oh look a parking spot!"

The two women, mother & daughter, park at the mall and make their way in. Janet carries her purse and a small cooler with 6 bottles of water in it. They perused a couple of stores before actually buying anything.

"You know dear, your brother tells me that Maria came home and it was as if they never missed a beat. Their kids are even staying with Maria's sister for the weekend while they get reacquainted. I feel like we can really start being a family again."

"I know mom. You're right. Here. Have another water."

"How did you know? I was just thinking I really wanted another bottle..."

After a few hours the two women were heading home. Very clearly Debbie was not herself. She was feeling giddy. Her head was spinning. She felt dehydrated. She wasn't in control. 

"Mom? Mom, are you okay?"

"I-I'm not sure...I feel funny..."

Debbie's smile was awkward. Janet placed her hand on her shoulder. It sent shockwaves through Debbie's body. She immediately leaned in to her daughter.

"Mom?!? What are you doing?!?"

"I-I'm sorry dear. I just...I just really need the touch..."

"Mom get in the car now. Here, have the last bottle of water. Jesus mom, I mean really."

"I-I'm sorry..."

Debbie sat there sipping the water. Her free hand was rubbing her own body. She lost herself.

"MOM STOP!!"

Debbie, unbeknownst to herself, had freed her breasts and was squeezing her own nipple. She was licking her lips like a rabid whore.

"I-I can't Janet. I can't. Oh God! It feels so good. Janet...Janet please...please touch my pussy..."

Janet pulled into the driveway just as it seemed her mother was going to bring herself to orgasm.

"Mom. Please. Pull yourself together. We have to go inside. Larry is there. Dad is there. Please Mom. Finish your water and let's go."

"Oh fuck the water. Fuck Larry and fuck your Father. In fact, yes. Let's go inside..."

Debbie stumbled her way in to Janet's home. Her blouse barely buttoned. She was finishing the water bottle as she did.

"Perfect timing bitches. Perfect fucking timing."

Buck was sitting in the arm chair in the middle of the living room. In a regular chair, was Peter. His wrists and ankles were tied to the chair. His mouth was gagged. His eyes went extremely wide when he saw the way his wife had entered the house. Janet immediately removed her clothing and knealt at Buck's feet. Larry was not in the room.

"Well there you are, you old cunt. How ya feeling?? It looks like My little concoction did a number on you, didn't it?"

Debbie's eyes were glazed over. But she was very, very happy to see Buck. Whatever was happening to her, made her really, really horny. Buck had a cock. She needed cock right now.

"I feel...I feel...please..."

She dropped to her knees and started crawling over to Buck.

"...please...can I touch you?"

"In good time bitch. In good time. First you've got some apologizing to do."

Peter's eyes were filled with tears.

"Apologizing?"

"That's right you old cunt. You sent a cop over and Buck doesn't like cops."

"I'm sorry. Mr. Buck. I'm so sorry. Please forgive me. I'll do anything. I'll make it up to you. I swear."

By now Debbie's head was by Buck's knees. Janet had moved over to the side and out of the way.

"Hey old man. You ever thought you'd see your uptight old bitch begging for another man's cock?? Ha ha!!"

Peter's eyes were swollen with tears. His face red and wet.

"I am begging Mr. Buck. I'm begging. Please. I need to see it. I need to touch it. Please Mr. Buck."

"Did you get it bitch?"

"Yes Master."

Larry's voice called from behind the other room. He had a video camera in his hands. 

"I got it perfectly as you stated. I only got you and Debbie, Sir."

"Good."

"Debbie looked up at Larry then back to Buck."

"Can he fuck me too Mr. Buck? Please, I need it badly."

At that moment the door swung open and 2 men entered. They were friends of Buck's. 

"Looks like we got here just in time, don't it??"

"Ha ha!! I knew you boys wouldn't let me down. This one here is My fuckbag. That's her cuckolded husband. His name is bitch. This is the one we want and the old man too."

Jerry and Carl were in the same biker gang that Buck used to be a part of. Years of prison and constant movement dissolved the strength of the gang--but not the individuals. Jerry was of average build. He had long black hair and a scruffy beard. He had a bandana on his head that he didn't take off. Carl had long red hair but unlike Jerry he wore his braided. He was very muscular and sported sleevless vest and shirt.

"Are we doing this here bro??"

"Nahhh. Carl you go ahead and take the old fuck upstairs. Bitch you go follow him with the camera. Jerry, you stay here with Me."

Larry nodded. Carl hoisted Peter up, chair and all, completely effortlessly. He carried him up the stairs to the hallway. Just outside the bedroom, he pulled out a large knife and proceeded to cut Peter's wrists and ankles free.

"Listen here you old fuck. Here's the fucking deal. You're going into that bedroom with me and you're going to be a good little bitch. I'm going to fuck you like I would in prison and you're going to beg for it. If you don't, you will never see your precious wife & daughter again. Ever. Am I fucking clear??"

Peter was frozen. His eyes were still tearing. He knew this was for real. He knew he had no choice. He began undressing through sniffles and tears. Carl smiled the most evil smile Peter had ever seen.

"Good. Now hurry the fuck up."

Larry followed with the video camera. Meanwhile, downstairs, Jerry wasted little time. He had his cock buried into a bent over Janet. Janet was soaked and you could hear a very loud *squish* as Jerry thrusted inside of her. Buck had Debbie on His lap at this point.

"You see that bitch?? You see the way My friend fucks the shit out of your daughter?"

"Oh God yesss..."

Debbie was whispering. She was feeling herself up. Buck had removed most of her clothing. She was only wearing an open blouse.

"FUUUCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKK..."

Janet's moans were deep. Jerry had a handful of her hair and he was pulling it back and hard. His cock was buried deep in her cunt. The room was filled with the sound of his sack slapping against her ass cheeks as he drilled her. Buck finally touched Debbie's breast from behind her. She came instantly...

"ooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh..........."

"Oooh you like that don't you slut?"

Debbie was gasping for air. She slowly nodded.

"You know why, don't you?"

"Oh Buck...please...touch me again..."

Buck reached down and gently and teasingly touched Debbie's clit.

"Aahhhhhhhhhhhahaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

Debbie came again. At this point she was lost. The combination of whatever was in her system and Buck's hands were too much for her. An otherwise responsible and conservative woman was now replaced with a primitive whore. Buck lifted her easily and stood her up. Her cunt juice was running down the sides of her legs. Buck easily tossed her body on the chair and pulled His cock out. 

"Yesssss...fuck me...use me...fuck me..."

"You better fucking believe it bitch!!"

Buck pulled out His member and instantly thrust it into Debbie's soaked cunt.

"Cummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm"

She exploded. In the background Janet and Jerry were moaning and screaming wildly. Janet began gagging as Jerry squeezed her throat shut. They were on their right side and Jerry had wrapped his hands around her neck.

"Arruggugghaaa..."

"Fuckin' take it you piece of shit."

Jerry squeezed her throat for all he was worth. Janet came hard as she could feel herself blacking out. It was amazing. Just as her body seemed to get lifeless, Jerry let go.

"Oh no you don't bitch. You're going to fucking stay awake for Ol' Jerry bitch!"

Janet gasped for air. Jerry continued a relentless assault on her cunt from behind. Meanwhile Debbie had yet another orgasm. Buck was holding her hips as he also plowed into her doggie style. She was lost in extacy. She was squeezing her own breasts and trying to suck on them.

"Yeah baby. Are you ready to call Me Master yet bitch??"

"Mmmhhhmmmmm..."

Debbie answered as she sucked on her own nipple.

"Are you ready to swear yourself to Me and serve Me like the whore you truly are??"

"Mmmmhhhmmmm..."

"Say it. Swear yourself to Me bitch. Tell Me I'm your Master! Swear yourself!!"

As Buck spoke Peter was dragged back into the room by Carl, with Larry following. Carl threw Peter back into the same chair. This time, however, they did not tie him. Carl just stood over him. Both men were naked. Peter was clearly shamed by what just happened to him. Now, however, he was about to feel a whole lot worse. Buck pushed Debbie off His cock and she fell to the floor. She instantly rolled to her knees in front of Buck's cock and very, very greedily she started licking and kissing it.

"I *slurp* swear *slurp* myself to you *lick* *lick* Master! I'm yours from now to forever. Please use Me Master *slurp* *slurp*. Please use my fuckholes Master. Please use them all. I'm *slurp* *lick* *lick* *slurp* yours forever Master!"

Peter's heart crashed. He was lost. He couldn't believe this was his wife of over 30 years. Buck lifted Debbie up. He reached His arms under her legs and proceeded to guide His massive cock into her cunt. He nodded to Carl.

"Get in here brother. Help Me break in My new cow!!"

"Don't mind if I do!!"

Peter sunk his head into his hands. Larry then grabbed the old man's hair and forced him to see what was about to happen.

"Master says you have to see this so you have to watch."

Peter offered no resistance. Carl stepped behind Debbie and his now hard member found her asshole easily.

"Aaaaaaiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..."

Debbie screamed. Up until now she had been an anal virgin. But she was so wet right now Carl's huge prick slid right in to the tight hole. Peter squirmed in his seat. He knows first hand how hard it is to take Carl's cock in the ass. It didn't take long for Debbie to accommodate both dicks. She was allowing Buck and Carl to bounce her up and down with ease.

"Sooo...f-f-full..."

Her eyes rolled back into her head. She was experiencing a sensation unlike anything she'd ever felt. Buck and Carl were all business. Carl's eyes were closed and his head was back. He definitely preferred the feel of Debbie's ass to Peter's. Buck just stared at Debbie's face. He was thrusting as best he could in this position. Carl seemed to be having an easier time with it. Debbie didn't care. She was experiencing the euphoria only a drug addict receiving their fix would know. She was on an all new high. The orgasms were silent now but they were intense and non-stop. Janet was also feeling an orgasmic wave of pleasure from Jerry. Janet's knees were weak as Jerry was ready to climax.

"You ready girlie?? Because Ol' Jerry is going to flood your motherfucking gates right now...aaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

Jerry exploded into Janet's stomach. It was such an intense gush of sperm. Janet felt as if it was circulating throughout her entire body.

"Ohhh..ohhh...ohh...G-G-God...soooo...gooooo...."

Janet & Jerry began to relax into each other. She instinctively leaned back towards him. He received her just as instinctively. A few moments later, he pushed her to the floor and sat up. Jerry then grabbed Janet's head and shoved it in his lap.

"Clean me up bitch."

Janet without hesitation began licking Jerry's genitals profusely. Meanwhile Buck and Carl had begun grunting. It was becoming clear that they were close.

"Are you ready you fucking bitch??? Are you ready to feel it??"

"OH GOD YESSS!! GIVE IT TO ME MASTER!!! MAKE ME YOURSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSssssss...."

Debbie's scream changed the room entirely. Now Peter had started to cave. His penis had life. The entire scene around him pushed his submissive side through. Buck's evil smile did little to upset Peter anymore. He saw his wife in intense pleasure. He saw her reach a place of raw sexual gratification that he had never imagined possible. Carl and Buck dropped Debbie to the floor. She was wasted. There was cum oozing out of both holes. She had a silly smile on her face. Her eyes were glassy. She was somewhere between here and cloud 9. Buck and Carl sat next to Jerry. Both men with their large members wet and full of Debbie's cunt juice.

"You ain't done you old bitch. Get up here and clean our cocks. Hey old man!"

Peter's eyes went from his wife on the floor over to Buck.

"Pick your old lady up and put her head in our laps. Make sure that old wife of yours gets up here and cleans our cocks. MOVE!!"

Peter was struck dumb. Larry didn't let it last long. He grabbed Peter's hair and threw him at his wife.

"Master gave you an order!"

Peter grabbed Debbie. She was still in her euphoric state. She smiled back at Peter's apologetic gaze. She didn't care about the way he was seeing her right now. She was still enjoying the high of her sexual fix. Peter gently grabbed her and helped prop her between Buck and Carl. Debbie instinctively knew it was time to eat and she began moving back and forth between them, licking and cleaning their cocks and balls. Peter was about to move to his seat when Buck stopped him.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going you old fuck?? I didn't tell you to move, did I??"

Peter stopped. He was confused and scared. Words were not finding themselves easy to come by. His mouth would move, but no words would escape.

"Look at that fuckin' idiot Buck. Look at 'em!!"

Carl, Jerry, and Buck all had a great laugh at Peter's expense. Jerry had already stood up and was getting dressed and ready to leave. Janet was kneeling beside Buck. She was watching her mother work both Buck and Carl's cocks.

"Get down there and clean out yer mother's holes slut."

Buck shoved the back of Janet's head. She immediately crawled low behind her mother and began sucking and cleaning the inside of her thighs, her cunt, and her asshole.

"mmmm...*slurp*...*slurp*...mmmm..."

Debbie was responding to her daughter's tongue bath.

"Okay you old mother fucker. Here's the deal. This old bitch right here, she stays with Me. From here on out you will support this old cow and that means you will support Me too, ya hear?"

Peter just stared back.

"Don't you go getting any ideas neither. I got Me a nice video of you engaging in homersexual sex. Hell, I'm sure Ol' Jerry had you begging for more! And I also got your dirty skank wife here doing and saying all kinds of nasty shit today. You even think about misbehaving and you going to find yerself with a lot of explainin' to do, ya hear??"

Peter absorbed the words. He stared at his beautiful wife Debbie. He stared at his daughter eating her out. He stared at the two of them being the raunchiest whores he'd ever seen. He looked at his son who had found a Master. He was lost. He knew it. He was mentally, physically, and emotionally beaten. He simply nodded to Buck.

"Good. Oh and don't worry 'bout a thing. Your other daughter can now move in with you and take good care of you old man. My bitch Maria is on her way back here as We speak. I've got me some plans for your son next. Now you get your clothes and get the fuck outta My house!"

Carl and Jerry were all too pleased to oblige Buck's orders. They got up and dragged Peter to the door. Peter had no more tears left. He was a defeated man who was ready to accept his fate. He turned one last time to face Buck, his wife, his daughter, and his son who had betrayed him so.




A Cuckold's Tale Ch. 02



"Don't forget you old fuck. I expect a monthly payment promptly on the first. Oh, and I promise to take good care of My new family."

Buck smiled then winked. 

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PRESENT DAY

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"Oh Fuck! Oh Fuck! Oh Fuck! Fucckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk..."

Maria's orgasm washed over her. Larry enjoyed this time with his pregnant mistress. The two of them were in their small room, on the few pillows on the floor that Master allowed them. Larry felt Maria's 6 1/2 month pregnant belly was very, very sexy.

"Oh Yesss...."

Larry shot his load into her. The two of them cuddled there on their pillows. They were very much in love with each other, and the life they now lived. Larry, with his cock still buried in Maria, laid there rubbing her belly.

"Do you ever miss your kids?"

Maria thought about Larry's question for a moment and then shook her head.

"No."

"No? Really?"

Maria answered in earnest.

"No Larry. I really don't. I feel as if this is the life I'm meant to lead and I really welcome it. I'm a breeding slut for Master. I like being bred. The kids are better off with my sister."

Larry nodded. 

"What about your husband?"

"Chuck? Not really. Sometimes I wonder what happened to him but I really don't care. I'm in love with you and Master. I love this life. I love serving Master. I love being used. I love being with you. There's no room for Chuck here."

Larry smiled.

"I love this life too."

Larry and Maria cuddled to sleep on one of the few nights Master didn't require anything of them. Still, Larry's thoughts drifted to Vivian and Chuck and what became of them since that night 4 months ago. But that's another story...



A Cuckold's Tale Ch. 03



Chapter 3 – Lunchtime

A little after noon, the three lovers came back into the kitchen. My fiancée Sabrina, her new Master Raymond, and his friend Vance. All three were nude, and Raymond and Vance looked freshly showered. Sabrina however looked, for lack of a better term, well-fucked. I could see cum drying in her mussed-up hair, her skin was flaking with the stuff, and her pussy looked well used, cum still oozing out of it. But the smile she flashed me made my heart flutter. I did not mind the smell or taste of cum on her lips as she walked over and kissed me on the lips.

Raymond then walked behind her and roughly pulled her away, taking care to let me see as he fingered her while he kissed her too. He looked at me and spoke, “Well, boy, I hope your lunch is good. Fuckin’ your ho slut makes a brutha hungry.” He high-fived Vance, who agreed by grunting.

I went to the stove, and pulled the main dish out. I watched as Sabrina sat on Raymond’s lap, feeding him the food I had prepared. Once all three were well served, I started to pull a chair out and sit down to lunch myself. Raymond stopped chewing and spoke with his mouth half-full, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“Um, sitting down to eat?” I replied.

“Fuck no, I don’t let no dog sit at my table,” he responded. “But I tell you what, I’ll let this slut make the decision if you can eat at the table.” Everyone looked at Sabrina. She looked at me and smiled.

My fiancée gave Raymond a kiss, and looked at me once more, mouthing the words ‘I love you.’ However, what she actually said was anything but amorous. “No, Sir, I don’t like the idea of a dog eating at the table either.” She winked at me. “Perhaps he can eat by your feet?”

Raymond loved that response, and enthusiastically squeezed her breasts, “That’s ma bitch!” Sabrina giggled and continued to feed him. Raymond then took a big spatula of the chicken parmesan, complete with lots of sauce, and splunked it to the kitchen floor. “There’s your food, bitch boy,” he told me.

I looked at him in horror, but did not say a thing. I could not even move. “I said there’s yo lunch, now eat!” he commanded me. I still could not move. “Bitch,” he called Sabrina, “tell that sucka he better eat this shit up now!”

My fiancée looked at me, and said in her sweet, singsong voice, “Honey, do as Raymond says, for me… please.”

I walked to where the food was, all splattered on the tile floor. I lay down, tummy-down, on the floor and my face was close, but I still did not eat. Suddenly, Raymond mashed his big foot into the food, and I could hear it squishing through his toes, as he commanded once more, loudly, “EAT!”

I looked up and saw Sabrina was staring at me. I could tell she was fingering herself, watching me. I put my mouth on the food, and started to lick and suck the food into my mouth. “Make him clean your toes too, Sir,” she suggested to Raymond. I could not believe my own soon-to-be-wife was doing this to me, but the fact that she was fingering herself made me so turned on that I did not say anything.

Raymond moved his foot close to my mouth, and tentatively at first, I put my tongue out and started to lick the food bits off of his toes. Soon I had his toes in my mouth, sucking on them as my tongue rolled around each one by one. Raymond was kind enough to lift his foot so that I could lick the bottom soles more effectively. It was just a matter of time before I heard Sabrina cum loudly, fingering herself while sitting on another man’s lap, watching me suck and clean his toes and feet.

After lunch was finished and I cleared the table, Vance asked, “What about dessert?” It was then I realized I had not prepared any dessert. Leave it up to Sabrina to come up with an idea.

She said, “Raymond and Vance, I know Bob loves his dessert, so allow me to give it to him?” Raymond smiled and just nodded. She took all three of us to the living room and had us sit on the couch. I was in the middle, with Raymond and Vance on either side, pressing up against me. I was a little uncomfortable being in skin-to-skin contact with two large naked black men, but at the same time, it was unnervingly a turn on.

Sabrina smiled as she had the three of us hard, and as she was giving head to one of us, she would jack off the other two with her hands. I never knew my fiancée loved to give head so enthusiastically. I was mesmerized, watching the heads and shafts disappear into her lovely mouth, most of the time as she looked at me. Even though my cock seemed so small compared to the black men, it was still giving Sabrina trouble taking the whole thing in. I needed to cum so badly.

My fiancée knew me enough to not give too much stimulation; she wanted us all to cum at once, and sure enough, after about ten or fifteen minutes, we were all ready to cum. I came first of course, filling her mouth with my sperm. But surprisingly, she did not swallow it. Instead, she spit it out into a wine glass she had brought with her from the kitchen. Raymond was next, and the same situation followed. She let him cum in her mouth, but she did not swallow, instead spitting it into the wine glass. Vance’s sperm got the same treatment.

She smiled, wiped her mouth with her left ring finger, taking care to show me that her engagement ring was still on it. Sabrina smiled at me. “Are you ready for your after meal dessert drink?” I could not believe what she was telling me. Sure, I had kissed her cummy lips earlier, sure I had sucked Raymond’s cock this morning, but actual cum? And my own on top of that? This was too much. I shook my head no. “Come on baby, if you love me, you’ll do it.” I still could not get myself to agree. I felt her climb on top of me, her naked flesh pressing against me. She kissed me, cooing into my ear, “You know you will like it.”

Just then, I felt Raymond take one of my arms, holding it tight, as he put two of his fingers into my mouth, pulling my upper jaw upward. Vance did the same with my other arm, and he pulled my lower jaw downward. The two men had me both immobilized and had my mouth open. Sabrina inched forward, pressing her breasts against my chest, as she said, “I love you.”

She kissed me once more, and pulled back, slowly bringing the wine glass up to my face. I could see the pleasure she was feeling as she ever so slowly tilted the glass forward. I could see the cum moving closer to the edge of the glass. I could also feel Sabrina’s wetness on my thighs. It seemed like almost slow motion, as the two men gripped me even tighter, as I tried to scream out, but I couldn’t move or say a thing.

I looked up and focused squarely on the cum in the glass. Once Sabrina had it tilted enough that it oozed to the edge, the semen seemed to hang there an eternity. The cum was out of the glass, but it was still clinging. But a little more angle to the tilt, and the whole thing seemed to fall off and into my mouth. She continued to tilt and shake, making sure all 3 loads went into my mouth. I could taste the strong, salty taste on my tongue. The texture was like runny jello, as I felt it swirl in my mouth. My throat was closed. I could not believe my own fiancée would do this to me. But I felt my cock was hard, as the cum of three men, one of them myself, was in my mouth. How I got myself in this situation, I will never know, but the situation exists.

The two men got impatient with me that I didn’t swallow, so they promptly reversed their grips and pushed my mouth closed. Still gripping me with their vise grips, Raymond pinched my nose closed. I could not breathe unless I emptied my mouth. Since they would not let me spit it out, it was only a matter of time before I swallowed it all. I could feel the still-warm viscous liquid oozing its way down my esophagus and into my stomach. I was now officially a bisexual, since I had allowed other men’s cum into my body. I was so hard, it was unbelievable.

Shortly thereafter, Sabrina kissed me yet again, and jumped off me. She, Raymond, and Vance cleaned up and jumped into my car, the two men dressed, but Sabrina still naked. Before they left, Raymond told me to have the house cleaned for tomorrow evening. They had a party planned for us. I watched them as they left, and the only time I heard from my fiancée was when her cell phone called me, and while no one spoke, I could hear the grunts of several men and one woman, which had to be Sabrina. I did not know how many were there, but the line ended before I could ask. I spent the rest of the night masturbating, thinking of the woman I loved. And of the cum I swallowed. I really loved my Sabrina.



A Cuckold's Tale Ch. 04



Chapter 4 – The Party

I was not sure what time I fell asleep, but I remember looking at the digital clock, making out the bright blue LED lights reading “4:38” when Sabrina slipped into bed next to me. I was surprised that she had come back home, but she was there, holding me from behind. She kissed me behind my ear and told me she loved me, before quickly falling asleep holding onto my neck. I did not know how many men she was with that night, but I could smell and feel the dried cum on her skin.

The following morning, I got up before Sabrina. I pulled back the covers and sure enough, the white powdery residue of dried cum was all over her skin and in her hair. My fiancée had not bothered to clean herself of the men she was with before climbing into bed with me. As much as my head told me that I should be angry with her, my heart was making my cock hard.

I pulled the sheets completely off her and started to lightly caress her. I loved the texture of the dried cum under my fingertips. I did not realize Sabrina had awoken. She smiled at me when she noticed me looking at her.

“Honey,” she started, “you know that I love you so much.” I pushed my finger inside her pussy, her wetness making the dried cum gooey once more. “But I am worried about you, do you like what is happening?”

I just mumbled, “Mmmmm hmmmm,” as I continued to massage her pussy and clit.

“Would you do anything for me?”

“Mmmmmm hmmmm.”

She scooted to the middle of the bed, spreading her legs further apart. She started to thrust her hips upward, and I knew she wanted head. I knelt between her legs, bringing my head closer to her pussy, as I stuck my tongue out. Gently at first, I pushed the tip of my tongue against her clit, and then started to move up and down the slit.

My fiancée had had sex with so many men the previous night, her pussy had not fully closed. My tongue was tasting the remnants of men I had not met, who had put their hard cocks in the woman that was to become my wife, who had thrusted into her until their balls released the cum that went inside her. I loved it! I looked up at Sabrina, and saw her staring into my eyes. She knew I loved it too.

She was moaning. “Bob,” she said between moans. “We are going… ahhhhh…. mmmm, yeah…. we are going to have guests over tonight, ok?”

I mumbled an affirmative and went at her pussy with gusto. I made her cum into my mouth two times before we both finally got off and took a shower together. The shower was so sweet and sensual, as I slowly washed every inch of her body. I washed her hair, and her face. I washed her breasts, shoulders, arms, chest, and tummy. I soaped her ass, her hips, pussy, and thighs. And I knelt down and washed her legs, knees, calves, and feet, taking special care to kiss each and every toe while looking up at her. I loved this woman with all my heart. As the shower finished, I stood naked and wet, holding her towel for her, making sure she was warm and dry before I dried myself.

We spent the rest of the day relaxing, but as the day wore on, I was wondering what she meant about having guests over. But I felt uncomfortable asking her, almost afraid of the answer. While we were enjoying some time alone, I knew that Raymond and Vance and who knows who else were out there. I figured she would tell me in her own time when the time was right.

We had a light dinner, and she still did not mention anything. Tomorrow was a Sunday, so I knew we could sleep in a bit, but I thought for a few minutes that maybe her “guests” were just a test to see what I would say. By 9PM, I felt pretty confident that I would have Sabrina all to myself that night. Suddenly, she got a telephone call.

“Hi there, Master,” she spoke into the phone. I knew it was Raymond. “Yes…. yes… of course you know I will… uh huh… OK, no problem… yes, we will be ready… I love you, too.” What? Love you too? What the hell was this about? She continued, “Yes, he’s right here… ok, hold on.” Sabrina turned to me and gave me the phone.

I took the phone without thinking, and spoke into it, “This is Bob.”

“Fuck no you ain’t, bitch-boy!” was the loud retort from the other side. “Now we’ll be there in 45 minutes. You better be fuckin’ clean, and tell my slut she best be clean if she knows what’s good for her. Is that understood, bitch-boy?”

“Ye-yes Sir!” I replied.

“Good, and both you whores best be naked when we get there.” He hung up the phone. I looked over at Sabrina, and she had a huge smile on her face, and already was standing up to take another shower. I followed her to the bathroom.

She went into the vanity cabinet and took out two enemas, giving me one. She smiled at me and kissed me, and told me to use the other bathroom. I kissed back and complied. I’ve used enemas once or twice before, and by the time I was done, I felt nice and purged and empty. We took a shower together and waited, naked, on the couch.

The first forty-five minutes passed after the initial phone call, and no one showed up. Another half hour went by, and Sabrina and I just looked at each other. Did they forget us? Suddenly, I heard the distant thumping of a bassy song from someone’s car. It got louder and louder, and sure enough, the car pulled into our driveway. I heard four doors open, and four doors close. A second car pulled behind that one, and two more parked at the street. I looked through the window and saw Raymond and Vance emerge from one of the cars, but there must have been another 12 men with them, all black of course. I looked at Sabrina, and she just smiled and shrugged. She ran to the door and opened it before the men ran the door. I watched as she ran outside, naked, and hugged and kissed Raymond, wrapping her legs around his waist. I was mortified that she did not care if our neighbors were watching this.

“I told you, niggas, this slut loves my shit!” Raymond told his friends as they all filed into our house. “This chicken shit white boy is her fiancé, his name is ‘bitch-boy.’” The guys all laughed as the walked in. Most looked at me with contempt, snarling or grunting at me as they came in. The sixth guy in, a particularly mean-looking guy, punched me in the tummy, doubling me over and onto my knees.

He stood over me, “Bitch, you best be on your knees when the Master race enters the house.” All I could do was cough. I looked up and saw Sabrina was looking at me, even as she was already on her knees, with Raymond’s cock in her mouth. She winked at me as she continued to suck him and make him hard. The other guys started to strip down. In a matter of about two minutes, all fourteen men were naked and hard.

I looked over and Sabrina was by now on the ground on her knees. She was stroking two cocks, one in each hand, as she gave head to two more, switching from one to the other. She couldn’t get enough, yet she continued to look at me, almost as if she was doing it just to show to me that she can.

Suddenly, Vance and another guy grabbed my arms and lifted me up, and they half-dragged me to Sabrina. The other guy then grabbed my hard cock, squeezing it tight in his fist. “Bitch boy likes to see his slut with black meat, fellas,” he bellowed as he squeezed and stroked my cock. “I wonder if slut likes to see him with black cock too?” He directed the question to Sabrina. All eyes seem to look at her as she stopped sucking for a few seconds.

“But of course, Brian,” Sabrina said. She apparently knew this Brian character from the night before. “I would love to see Bob with black cock.” She winked at me. I was too stunned to react as I heard those words coming from her mouth.

Just as quickly, two of the guys dragged me to the back of the couch, pushing me on the seat on my knees. A strong hand pushed the back of my neck downward so that my chin was resting on the top of the backrest. I glanced over to my left and noticed Sabrina was put into a similar position as me right next to me, but she was not fighting them, so they were not quite as rough on her as they were with me.

I could feel the hands of several of the men on my ass and back. I could not believe this was happening to me. I was so exposed, so vulnerable, so humiliated. On the front side, several of the men were bouncing their hard cocks on my face and nose and mouth, but not pushing it in. Every time I tried turn my head to look at Sabrina, someone would grab my hair and make me face forward again, rather painfully.

I felt Raymond’s presence behind me. I did not have to see him to know it was him. I felt a pair of hands open my ass cheeks, spreading them uncomfortably apart. I felt another bunch of fingers rubbing my anus with some sort of lubricant, pushing against it, but not inside. Then Raymond asked Sabrina, “Sweetheart…” I could not believe he was using the name I use for her. He continued, “Have you ever been fucked in the ass?”

She giggled, “Um, no Sir.”

“What about bitch boy, has he been fucked in the ass?” For the hundredth time, I asked myself why this was happening to me.

“No Sir,” Sabrina replied.

“Do you want to lose your anal virginity tonight?” I had not thought of this before, but my fiancée was about to do something with another man that she had never done with me. The one time I had mentioned it to her many months ago, she laughed at me and told me I was crazy.

“Yesssssssssss, Sir,” she almost drooled as she gave her affirmative answer.

“And bitch boy, should he lose his anal virginity?” I tried to say something, but someone all of a sudden pushed their gigantic cock into my mouth. I felt my jaw muscles ache as they stretched open, and I felt the slightly salty tasting head press against my tongue. I was almost too busy fighting back the gag reflex to realize that two more cocks were pressed next to my hands. Without any conscious thought on my part, my hands had formed fists and were stroking the two cocks. I did not register that Sabrina in effect yelled a very loud “Yesssssssssssssssssss!” in response to Raymond’s question about me losing my anal virginity.

No sooner had Sabrina finished giving her permission than I felt a very warm, almost spongy and fleshy protrusion move up and down my ass cheeks. Despite my confusion at everything that was happening so quickly, I knew that I was about to be violated. I knew a hard cock was about to push its way inside me, and I was not even asked. However, to anyone who would have magically popped into the room, seeing me on my knees, a huge cock in my mouth, and two more in my hands, would have thought that was consent enough. At least the cock seemed to have more of the lubricant that was already on my ass.

I felt the humongous cockhead against my anus. I felt him trying to push through. I knew that fighting it would only make it worse, and so I started to fall into an inward trance, in effect escaping the situation. The cock in my mouth was moving in and out, the cocks in my fists moved back and forth. I could feel distantly that my sphincter was about to open, allowing another man’s cock inside of me. Suddenly, I heard a pleasurable but loud scream come from my left. I glanced over, without turning my head too much, and remembered that Sabrina was next to me. She too had a cock in her mouth, and two in her hands. I could see Raymond’s large hands reaching over and squeezing her hanging breasts, and I knew his cock had just entered her ass.

I was awestruck. I watched my future wife lose her anal virginity to a stranger, a black man that she claimed she loved. A black man that she called “Master.” And she was next to me, not hiding the fact at all. And much to my chagrin, I was incredibly hard at the thought. I hated feeling this way, but I could not help it. Without even thinking about it, I sucked harder on the cock in my mouth, and squeezed my fists tighter. Subconsciously, I pushed my hips backward, willing the man behind me to enter already.

Sure enough, he did.

I felt I was about to pass out, the pain was so excruciating. As my sphincter relaxed and the cockhead squeezed in, I could feel him fill me almost immediately. I did not know how many inches went in, but whatever it was, it was too much. Luckily, there was plenty of lubrication, so there was no tearing, but the stretch was almost unbearable. I saw through the corner of my eye that Sabrina was going through much the same ordeal, her eyes closed, her breathing heavy as she tried to accommodate Raymond’s huge penis. Half the time, I did not know if it was my groans or her moans that ringed in my ears.

I squeezed the cocks in my hands even harder, mainly as an outlet to my own pain, as the black man behind me started to fuck me. My mouth was sucking hard on the one in front. The guy in my ass began to move in and out faster and more powerfully as my ass, surprisingly, began to adjust to his size. Suddenly, I felt very warm liquid hit my my left cheek, with more dripping onto my arms and hands. I realized that the guy I was stroking on the left side just came. I could hardly hear any of the grunts and moans, as another man replaced him almost immediately.

While I was stroking the new one, the guy on the right and the guy in my mouth both came at almost the same time. It was a strange sensation, having cum shot at you both from the inside and from the outside. I swallowed the cum immediately, barely registering the warm, viscous nature of it. For the first time in my life, a man had came directly inside my mouth. I looked over and saw that Sabrina’s face was also streaked with cum, and the man she was sucking was different than the one before. It was obvious that her first batch of men were satisfied and she was working on batch two. She looked at me and I could tell that she was smiling at me, as she saw the stringers of cum in my mouth as my first suck of the night pulled back.

The guy behind me was fucking me full force by now. My asshole had stretched to the point where he was using it as he would a woman’s pussy. I could feel the head squeeze against my prostate gland with every stroke. I knew that within seconds, a man I had never met before was going to cum inside of me. He was not wearing any protection, and I did not know who he was or where he had been. I did not care. For some strange reason, I felt that I actually needed his cum inside me.

Need fulfilled.

With a loud, almost primeval grunt, the black man behind me exploded inside me. I could not feel the cum deposit in my insides, but I did feel the warmth as it oozed out, almost adding to the lubrication. He grabbed my hips for leverage as he fucked my ass until he finished depositing his entire load inside me. He pulled out, and the cum oozed out of me and down my thighs, onto our couch. The irony would hit me later that after spending several years being very careful not to stain our couches, they would become so with the cum of other men from our bodies.

As I was recovering from my first anal fucking, I had a brief respite from all cocks. I was still on my hands and knees, my ass still spasming. I could feel the fresh cum still oozing out, sliding down my inner thighs. Raymond was still fucking Sabrina full force. By now, Sabrina had no other men with her. Cum was streaked all over her face and hair, on her back, arms, and shoulders. But only Raymond was fucking her. I looked over and was mesmerized by the sheer size of his manhood, spreading her butt cheeks out as he violated her anus in front of me. I could tell by the expression on his face that he was about to cum.

I was wanting him to cum more than Sabrina herself was. I did not realize that she was rubbing her clit furiously, making herself orgasm over and over again. She opened her eyes long enough to notice me staring at her. I do not know how to explain it, but the look she gave me, in the midst of her almost delirious state of ecstasy, was a look of gratitude. A look of love. A look of desire. She was staring into my eyes as Raymond screamed, filling her ass with his semen. I could not help myself, but I went over to her and kissed her. I did not care that her lips and tongue were still cummy from the other men. I had to kiss the woman I so loved as she had cum deposited in her ass for the first time ever.

I knew from my fiancée’s return kiss that no matter what our future held, from that moment on, Sabrina was always mine. And she knew that I knew. I loved her more than anything, and I knew she loved me. You cannot fake a kiss like that. And I knew that we were in for the adventure of our lives.

For the rest of the night, and most of the next day, each of the fourteen guys fucked her in every way possible, many times over. Every once in a while, they would make me lick the cum out of her or off of her. I cherished those moments. Every now and then, one of the guys would fuck my no-longer virginal ass, or make me give head or a handjob. But I did not mind. I just kept looking at the beautiful woman who was about to become my wife. Seeing the black meat go in her, the white cum ooze out of her. And the great thing was, she was looking back at me.

When the guys left, the place was a mess. Sabrina was passed out, and her entire body seemed to be covered in a film of cum. Every orifice had cum leaking out of her. But I just watched her sleep. I massaged her face in her sleep, and saw her smile while she dreamt. Eventually, she woke up to find me kissing every inch of her body. We spent the rest of the afternoon making love to one another, both of us still covered in the sperm of other men. It was truly amazing.

I love my soon-to-be wife so much!



A Cuckold's Tale Ch. 05



Chapter 5 – The Trip to the Final Four

During the next several weeks, Sabrina and I enjoyed our new life together with Raymond and his friends. Not only was Sabrina calling him "Master," but I had resorted to calling him Master as well. Of course, Sabrina and I were treated quite differently. While we were both made to service Raymond and his many friends on a regularly basis, my service was far more humiliating and far more demeaning. There were many times that I had to lick cum off the floor, or made to endure painful and humiliating tortures for the sadistic pleasure of Master Raymond and his friends.

One such torture in particular stood out. At the end of March, Master Raymond's college basketball team managed to make it to the Final Four, which happened to be in Las Vegas. As was befitting to our new arrangement, Raymond made me buy four first class tickets to Vegas, four seats to the games, as well as limousine service on standby. I was allowed to accompany them on the trip, but only in coach. Of course I was also not allowed to purchase a ticket to the game for myself.

The day of the trip, Raymond, Sabrina, and two other black men that I had not met before were all sitting on our couch, waiting for me to finish packing the suitcases. I arrived downstairs, struggling with the heavy luggage, as the three men seemed to be groping my fiancée. Every trip I made back downstairs, I noticed that Sabrina had less and less of her clothes on.

However, the last trip down, Sabrina actually stopped them and told them that she did not have time to freshen up afterward if they continued. Unfortunately, all three men had their hard cocks out, and experience had shown me that Raymond did not like walking away with blue balls. He saw me and yelled, "Bitch, get your sorry ass mouth here!" I walked toward him, my head down, eyes to the ground.

"Yes, Master," I meekly replied as I walked in front of him. I did not have to be asked to kneel before Raymond. I closed my eyes as I felt the huge mushroom head of his cock press against my lips. I opened my mouth and felt him slide in. I fought back the gag reflex as I reached up and grabbed the two other cocks, stroking them. I felt my eyes water as Raymond fucked my mouth hard. He always fucked my mouth hard whenever he could not have his way with Sabrina for whatever reason.

I opened my eyes as I felt him grab onto my hair, pulling my head closer into him. I knew that one way or another, he would make me deep-throat him. I closed my eyes once more, trying to relax. I stopped trying to fight the slightly salty texture of his huge cock as he pushed it down my mouth. With each thrust, he was inching closer and closer to my esophagus. I felt the gag reflex, and I fought it successfully. My Master had his fully engorged cock completely in my mouth. I had trouble breathing, and I felt my eyes water uncontrollably as he roughly pulled out of my mouth. A great puddle of drool dribbled out of my mouth. Before I had time to relax my jaw muscles, one of the other guys turned my head and shoved his cock into my mouth. While he was certainly not as big as Raymond, he was nonetheless bigger than me. After he pulled out, I was made to suck on Raymond for a few seconds before the third man started to fuck my mouth as well.

At one point, I had trouble concentrating on stroking two cocks and relaxing my throat not to gag. Sure enough, I did gag, and I accidentally bit my teeth slightly into one of the huge cocks. I was immediately treated to an open-handed slap across the cheek that I knew would leave a red mark for some time. Unfortunately, I gagged again because of the surprise, and was slapped once more the other side. Luckily, this time I was prepared for it, and I did not gag a third time.

I managed to open my eyes, and through the tears, I saw my fiancée. Sabrina was watching me, and I could tell her hands were playing with her pussy. I could tell she loved me by the way her eyes were glazed over, watching me service her Master and His friends. I was so mesmerized by her face that I lost track of the time. The cocks kept pushing into my mouth and into my fists, seeming to change positions on their own accord. I saw Sabrina mouth the words, "I love you," to me as she had a powerful, but quiet orgasm. The men using my mouth did not see her, instead concentrating on their own orgasms.

Sure enough, a few seconds later, I felt one of the guys slam hard into my mouth, and with a loud and primal grunt, release his seed directly into my throat. I did not have time to register the hot and salty taste, as I felt it slide down my esophagus and into my stomach. He continued to pump into my mouth as I clamped hard on Raymond's cock and the other man's cock with my fists.

After he finished cumming, the second man quickly took over, but he did not slam his cock deep into my mouth. Instead, he pulled my hair so my neck was arched backward, my mouth open. He pressed the head of his cock into my mouth, and using my lips, tongue, and teeth, he did miniature but very fast strokes until he too started to cum. I caught a glimpse of Sabrina as she maneuvered for a closer look, watching the white sperm explode out of the huge purple head and slam against the roof of my mouth, hot spurt after another. I could feel the cum quickly pool into my mouth, the salty taste almost welcome. I was still surprised how much I had begun to actually savor the taste of a man's cum.

I started to swallow the cum, just as Raymond pulled his friend off. Unfortunately, his friend had not finished cumming, and the last few spurts hit my face and hair. Raymond did not like anything less than seeing all of his cum used, so he slammed his cock in hard and deep, cumming down my throat like his first friend. My Master came hard and a lot, but I simply swallowed every last drop. He pulled his still mostly-hard cock and slapped my face with it, then made me suck a little more, before finally retiring.

I was finally let go, and the three men pulled their boxers and trousers up. I could feel the streams of cum beginning to dry on my cheek, forehead, and hair. I started to get up and go to the bathroom, when I was stopped cold.

"Bitchboy, you better get them bags in the car now!" I knew I could not argue with Master Raymond. So I rubbed my fingers into my hair, trying to blend the sperm into my hair as best as I could. I grabbed the bags and walked outside. The driver was kind enough to open the trunk, but let me do all the packing. I think Raymond had talked to him prior. He seemed to really enjoy watching me do all the work. I also sensed he was amused by the fact that I had drying cum in my hair.

Once the bags were packed, the two friends went inside to do some last-minute things. Raymond walked over to me and put his arm around my shoulder, almost in a friendly manner. "Bob," he started to speak to me. I knew this was going to be bad, because he never addressed me by my first name.

Raymond continued, "I know you think I'm mean sometimes." That was an understatement. "But I want you to know that we are both doing this because of your lovely fiancée. She loves you, and I know you love her too, right?" I merely nodded.

"Just to show you there are no hard feelings, and that she doesn't *only* have to fuck black guys, I am going to let her fuck a white guy once in a while. And it might be you." He hugged me closer with his one arm, winking at me. He motioned for Sabrina to come over. To my surprise, he actually asked her to kiss me, which she did. I was sure she could taste the dried cum on my lips.

Raymond then pulled my fiancée away from me. "Sabrina darling," he started. "Do you like fucking white men?" She looked at him quizzically. Sabrina then looked at me, and smiled. "Yes, they can be fun sometimes."

"Excellent. Do you want to fuck a white man now?"

"Mmmmm hmmmmm," was Sabrina's reply.

Raymond winked at me. "And who would you want to fuck then?" he asked her.

Sabrina walked toward me. I watched her as she sashayed her way to me, her hips moving seductively from side to side. I saw the little pouting of the corner of her lips. The slight heaving of her breasts as she walked. She put her arms around me, tiptoed up, and kissed me lightly on my lips, whispering "I love you" as she pulled away.

She then continued to walk past me, glancing back just for a moment, and making sure I realized she was already undoing her blouse as she walked toward the limo. Just as I turned to follow, I felt Raymond place his hand on my shoulder, holding me in place. Sabrina dropped her blouse to the ground as she reached the car, and I saw she had no bra. We were in broad daylight on our driveway, and my fiancée was completely topless. It was then that I noticed that the driver of the car had the door open for her, smiling from ear to ear.

Sabrina turned around, and put her arms around the driver. He was a tall, Italian-looking man with dark hair and eyes, and an almost olive complexion. She pressed against him, and started to kiss him passionately on his mouth. My fiancée did make sure to keep her eyes open, letting me look into her eyes as she kissed what I realized would be the white man she will fuck.

"Nice to have a loving fiancée, doesn't it?" Raymond asked me as Sabrina and the driver went into the backseat. They closed the door, but the window was kept slightly open. I could not see anything, but I could see the car rocking on its suspension as the two fucked each other inside the limo. About 5 minutes later, the door opened, and the driver stepped out, pulling his zipper up. Sabrina was sprawled, still naked, on the backseat. She looked at me and winked.

"Go clean her up for me," Raymond ordered. I walked to the limo, with the driver looking at me with an air of supremacy. Sabrina moved her naked body to the edge of the car, her legs and bare feet hanging outside. I knelt at the door, my knees on the hard concrete of our driveway, as she put her legs over my shoulders. I grabbed her hips and pulled her close to me as I started to lick the cum of a man I did not even know the first name of out of my fiancée's pussy. By the time I had finished, Raymond and his two friends were watching us, as was the driver. I do not even know how many of our neighbors might have seen the odd image of three black men and a driver, with Sabrina naked and getting eaten out. I did not care. I had to admit that the driver's cum tasted very good.

We all piled into the limo and headed out to the airport. Sabrina dressed again inside the car, and all I could do was stare at her longingly. I really loved my Sabrina.