4 comments/ 146798 views/ 19 favorites A Cuckold's Tale By: Briggittebardot Jonathan watched Marina with a heavy heart. Marina was half English half Portugese. She had toffee-hued skin and glossy caramelo hair. Her long oval face was serious and more handsome than pretty, though her body couldn't be more feminine. She was wearing low slung jeans with a white long sleeved tee. Jonathan looked on as a neighbourhood cat was swirling around her legs and she now hoisted it over her shoulder and whispered reassuring words as the cat swished its tail over her midriff. Her large breasts strained under the clingy material, nipples hardening as she tried to extracate the it's claws from her top. Marina made too much of smoothing herself down afterwards, which added to Jonathan's gloom. He knew this much – her display was not for him. They had been dating for about 6 weeks, from the beginning of Freshers' week until now. He himself was relatively inexperienced but it was clear to Jonathan that Marina had been driving men wild for years. Her attitude could be summarised thus – cheap for those that can afford it, very expensive for those who can't. She was infamous on campus for being aloof, having honed her withering looks and curt put-downs over years of lascivious attention from teachers, her friends' fathers and even male relatives – though most boys her age were generally terrified and kept their distance. However, Marina had another side – she adored indifferent men and would rub up against anyone who didn't look at her twice. She made eyes at men who, say, preferred flat chested girls or thought she seemed too high-maintenance or shallow to deal with. She was quite willing and able to fall into bed with these morons Jonathan thought angrily, thinking back to Fresher's week. And these men would never appreciate what a once-in-a-lifetime experience they had been gifted. As for Jonathan, he was playing it cool, almost bursting a blood vessel pretending not to notice the security guard adjusting his uncomfortable erection as he watched Marina dusting cat hairs from her shoulders whilst her top rode up to reveal slim hips and a firm, brown midriff. It didn't get any easier at the evening party – after 30 mins of 'snuggling' on the bed whilst watching TV, Marina had dashed off to jump in the shower and change and agreed to meet Jonathan an hour later in the rec room downstairs. When he arrived she was already there, laughing uncharacteristically in the crowd and wearing a flimsy floral tube dress that she yanked down when it rose too high on her thighs and up when it slid too low over her breasts. As the evening wore on, the drink made Jonathan more morose and he took solace in some mechanical flirting with a pixie-ish little rock chick who was cute certainly but no goddess. Marina was now lolling around on the other side of the room, being backed into a corner by a tall German guy, who had positioned his thick forearm against the wall and was leaning into her. There was less laughing now and Jonathan got the impression he was pretending to ask her advice on some purportedly crucial matter..that old trick! Enough was enough, he stomped outside for a cigarette, she could have her fan club... The pixie-ish girl – Helene – came outside for a smoke and said she had rolled a few joints back in her room if he cared to join her. She either didn't know or didn't care that he was dating Marina. Back at the room they sat cross legged and smoked and talked. Helene loved JD Salinger and nautical stripes and sitting under the boardwalk back in Brighton. She was the perfect girlfriend! He rued the day he set eyes on Marina Cock-tease! Helene's eyes began to droop and she slumped (a little conveniently he thought) onto Jonathan's crotch. He softly parted a little hair from her eyes and was beginning to drift himself when the door across the hall slammed. He could hear whispering and giggling: "Ow you hit my foot on the door frame, dufus" "Well maybe you should've have walked yourself home then" "I asked you to take me to my bed not your bed" a voice giggled. Jonathan's heart tightened. He had meant to go back to the party and pick Marina up, he had hoped a little jealousy on her part would even the balance. But here she was in another man's bedroom at...he looked at his watch..1.35am. There was no whispering now, no sound at all. He gently rolled Helene off his lap and onto the bed and crept out the door. Still hearing nothing his chest seized with panic as he imagined the worst. Had she passed out? In the bed of some macho German? He dashed outside the building and crept around to the window. The window overlooked a link fence and tennis court - the curtains wide open and lights ablaze. Afraid to be seen Jonathan stuck his head up for a only split second – though the image he saw would be forever burned on his retina. Marina – his Marina! was sat on the edge of the sink that all the student rooms came equipped with. Her tube dress was gathered around her midriff and her breasts leaned heavily to either side of her chest – sleepy eyes and nipples pointing skyward with head tossed back. She had one leg bent and foot resting on the underside of the sink. The other she rested on Andre's back as he furiously lapped at her pussy. Jonathan fell back in the grass as if slapped. He eyes welled up and infuriatingly he felt himself hardening at the sight. He had never been so FUCKING ANGRY and yet aroused at the same time. He raised his face slowly, needing to confirm this was not a drunken imagining. He saw the German lift his semi-clothed girlfriend off the sink - which she didn't seem too happy about – and carelessly toss her on his bed. Jonathan started gathering phrases to throw at her– dirty fucking whore, prick-teasing bitch.. and as if by magic the German started to say those very words.. Marina: mmph what the.. German: Shut up you dirty whore – you fucking cock-teasing bitch. I'll show you how to tease with a cock. I'll bareback your fucking cunt. He pulled his belt from his jeans and efficiently secured her wrists behind her back- holding her thrashing legs and pulled her limp panties from an ankle then thrusting them in her mouth. German: You want to play, huh? I have been waiting to play with you all term, snooty bitch. With this he knelt on the back of her legs and picked up another belt with he cracked down on the back of her thighs. Marina let out an animal scream and struggled to break free. Jonathan looked on open mouthed – horrified and turned on in equal measure. After a few more thrashes of the leather belt, including one which landed squarely on Marina's clean shaven pussy-lips, the German seemed to be getting more excited. He pulled out an enormous dark and veiny cock and started to stroke it – running the head over Marina's wriggling pussy and ass and chuckling to himself. He was taking his own sweet time. Jonathan thought about diving in to save her but on the other hand he could see clearly that her pussy was slavering in anticipation – maybe this was just some sick game they were playing? When the German could contain himself no more he pulled Marina's hips into the air and positioned herself at the top of her slit. Her muffled screams had turned into little whimpers now but she still let out a yelp as he thrust his thick cock into her cunt and started pumping away: "Oh God, oh yes, take it you fucking little whore, ohh yesss you dirty bitch just take it all." Jonathan unzipped himself without a second thought, his conscience was heavy but his cock was rock hard. In spite of himself he started moving his handin time with the German's thrusts into Marina's tight little slit. And his pace quickened when he saw the German produce a slick black sex toy that he buried in Marina's asshole while he was fucking her. It didn't take long before the German pushed himself over the edge, thrusting and grunting her whilst biting shoulders and neck. Depsite desperate cries from Marina he groaningly collapsed ontop of her – spilling his cum into her unprotected pussy and filling her up. Jonathan who did not allow himself to orgasm – zipped up and limped off, feeling hollow inside. He ran all the way back to Marina's room and let himself in. She seemed pretty surprised to see him when she fell into her room ten minutes later, looking pretty mussed up. He had intended to call her a filthy ho', tell her it was over and get out of there but when she saw him she threw herself in his arms and started crying. He found himself kissing her face, drying her tears, taking off her clothes. He became aware that he was painfully aroused again. He could still smell sex on her body and in her hair. He started kissing her full breasts and tonguing her nipples – feeling sick with longing and telling himself he would finish with her after sampling her divine body one last time – he deserved that much, right? She wasn't responding much but she wasn't pushing him away either so encouraged he kisssed down between her breasts and over her stomach till he reached that tight hairless slit, pantiless and moist. She began to guide him away but he was persistent and so she forlornly accepted his caresses – bending her knees – spreading her open, parting her ass cheeks. That is how Jonathan found himself licking another man's hot cum from his girlfriend's pussy. Before long she started to grind her clit against his tongue in that familiar way that signalled an orgasm soon – Jonathan spread the pussy juices up to her asshole and started to work a finger in. At two fingers and a flickering tongue she began to cum crashingly, her beautiful body heaving in pleasure. Now he postioned his cock and heavy aching balls against her entrance and started to fuck her furiously – releasing his pent up anger in a long grimmace as he relentlessly barebacked her sodden pussy and filled it up with hot spunk for the second time that evening. As he lay spent and closed his eyes to sleep he tried to block out that image of the agressive veiny German cock hammering into his girlfriend's hole. A Cuckold's Tale Based on Chaucer's Canterbury Tales Prologue Three Mistresses are lounging around the pool, chatting and laughing, while their three sissy maids stand by to attend to them. Big breasted in a white string bikini, redhead Mistress Reeve is enjoying a foot massage from one of the sissies at the side of the pool. Lady Night, raven-haired with an alabaster white body in a black spandex one-piece, is lying on a pool lounge chair shaded from the sun under a big pool umbrella. Sipping from her third glass of wine this afternoon, Mistress Miller, visiting from the U.K., is leisurely fingering her shaven pussy, her flowered bathing suit tossed to the side. All three are wearing Ray-ban sunglasses. "Tell us a story, Mistress Miller," asks Mistress Reeve, enthralled in her foot massage. "Yes, please do," chime in the three sissies. They are all dressed in black French maid dresses, with white aprons, pink lace panties, and four inch stiletto heels. "All right, I will tell a tale for the sissies, something they can wank off to," Mistress Miller announces. The Tale Once upon a time, there lived a wealthy cuckold and his lovely domme wife. Allison and George lived in a posh flat outside of Oxford, where she had effectively turned him into a tranny with a cock instead of a clit and arsehole which served as a cunt to be fucked with Allison's dildoe. To please her, George even got hormones and a boob job to give him nice perky titties that she wanted him to have. Allison loved transforming George into Georgette the slut. She loved applying makeup to Georgette's face, sticking on the long false eyelashes, coloring her lips ruby red, and painting her long fingernails the same shade of red. Georgette was Allison's creation. "Time for your smacking" Allison told Georgette. At least once a day, Georgette received a spanking, a caning, a flogging, a whipping, an ass slapping, a paddling, a striking, or a lashing for no reason at all, except that it pleased Allison. She grabbed Georgette by the arm and quickly pulled her down to lay across her knees, yanked down her knickers and began slapping her beautiful bubble butt cheeks with her bare hand. Soon, Georgette's bum turned fifty shades of red, absolutely smashing. "Georgettte likes her daily spankings, doesn't she?" "Yes I do Mistress." "Georgette is a nasty little girl, isn't she? "Yes I am Mistress." "Get up and turn around and face me!" Allison lifted up the hem of Georgette's skirt to see his prick sticking out. "I am bored and tired of your tiny knob. It is OK as a clit, but I need a new cock to fuck, but also to wank and yank. I want to top a tall fit man with a big cock, not a nancy like you. You are too easy. "Yes Mistress." "Tonight, you are going to get some real cock...not just my strap-on dildoe. You are finally going to learn what it's like to suck and get fucked by a real man's beefstick, and feel what it is like to have it spooge in your arse and spunk in your mouth and swallow." "I will do it for you, Mistress." "Of course, you will, but always remember bitch, you belong to me. You can only have cock and balls with my permission, to please me. And no matter how big a banger you take down your throat or take up the arse, I will always have a bigger dildoe for your holes. Remember that." Allison and Georgette got dressed up in their sluttiest clothes...both wore push up bras under their halter tops to reveal their titty cleavage, short miniskirts with lace thong panties underneath, and four inch stiletto heel shoes to make them walk with a sexual strut. Allison took Georgette out for the first time to Benders and Bonkers, a local pub that became a public sex club on Saturday nights. They walked in together and there were already several men sitting around the bar, having a pint, who turned their heads to look as Allison and Georgette walked in. There were a few nymphos in the club as well, there for casual sex, but none of them were as good looking as Allison. Allison spoke to Georgette, "Now here's what I want you to do. I am going to get us a boytoy to play with. I want you to go to the back room, to the gloryhole room, and wait for me, wait for us." "But.....' "No buts, except your own...You said you would do anything for me, no matter how nasty, to prove your love for me. I want you to suck a real man's fucking cock and eat his spunk for me." Georgette did as she was told. As soon as Allison walked over and sat down at the bar, a handsome young man came up to her and asked if he could buy her a drink. She nodded and told the bartender; "martini, stirred not shaken." "Hi, my name is Nick, women call me Nick the Dick." "Do they? And why do they call you that?" "Because my dick is so big." "We will have to see about that." Allison reached down and felt the boner in his trousers and began rubbing it while staring into his eyes and smiling. "Do you want me to suck your willy?" "They have a gloryhole here in the back room. Go and I will meet you on the other side." Allison smiled back at him, picked up her martini, walked to the back, and found Georgette in one of the rooms: ready, willing, and able. The ceilings and the walls were covered with plate mirrors, but in the middle of the dividing wall was a round hole...a gloryhole. In the matter of minutes, they could hear the door to the other room open. Nick stuck his face down to the hole, and Allison did likewise and licked her lips. Nick said nothing and pulled down his pants and undies and guided his stiffy through the hole in the wall. "Blimey, what a stonker you have!" Allison said on the other side loud enough for him to hear. Allison pointed to the disembodied tubesteak and Georgette immediately wrapped her Maybelline lips around it and began sucking it. As Georgette began sucking and slurping, Allison began to make fake moans and gasps for Nick to hear on the other side of the gloryhole. Georgette grasped the beefstick and tickled the tip with her tongue and licked up and down the shaft. She pulled the bollocks through the hole and sucked them into her mouth. Then, she went down on his sausage all the way down her throat, sucking it like a hoover, tickling her tonsils. Georgette was working it in and out of her mouth, swallowing the sword up to the balls, getting it slippery and wet with spit, slobber, and pre-spunk. Allison watched and laughed to herself. Georgette stopped sucking and Allison bent down and looked through the hole and spoke to Nick. "I want you to shag me. I am going to stick my quim up against the hole , so you can stick your stiffy inside it and fuck it. " Allison backed Georgette up against the wall, steering her bum to cover the hole and spreading her cheeky ass wide open. Nick guided his dick into the waiting bumhole "This is the tightest pussy I have ever fucked," he said as he grunted his way in. "Loosen it up, lick my arse, rim my bum, toss my salad, fuck me with your tongue..." Without hesitation, Nick pulled his willy out of the hole and replaced it with his mouth covering the hole. Just then, Georgette's arse let out a big loud barley blast that knocked Nick to the floor. THE END 2012