The prompt for Kink of the Week is Cuckolding and it is not really my kink. Hot wifeing and cuckqueening definitely are but I never really connected with the cuckolding. The humiliation aspect of it kind of skipped me by but then I decided to challenge myself to write a piece of fiction for this subject and much to my surprise I found myself getting into it to the extent that by the time I had finished it I was fairly turned on. So maybe I was wrong when I said it wasn’t for me, maybe I just hadn’t really thought about it properly….
“Sit there in the corner. No not like that. Pull the chair out into the room more and turn on that lamp. I want to be able to see you. To see your face properly. Good. Yes, now sit there Cuckboy.
I lean forward and run my hand up your thigh and across the front of your trousers as I gaze into your eyes.
“Hmm what’s this?” I tease as I cup your dick in my hand.
“You seem to be hard already and he hasn’t even touched me yet. You know you are not going to allowed to touch it don’t you?”
You nod in response. I pause, hand still cupping you, eye brow raised questioningly but you fail to catch on and so I squeeze as I repeat myself.
“You know you are not going to allowed to touch it don’t you?”
And this time you reply properly, a ‘Yes Miss’ hissed out through clenched teeth
God I want to consume you. Not that I say that. Not yet. Maybe later when you have endured for me but right now I am keeping my guest waiting.
He is behind me. Removing his jacket and hanging it on the back of the chair. Turning up his sleeves slightly as I step towards him he snakes his hands around my waist and leans in to kiss me. Reaching up he gathers a handful of my hair in his fist and tugs my head back exposing my neck to him. He trails his mouth down across my chin and to the soft tender skin on my neck. At first a gentle kiss that turns into a sucking bite. Now I am the one hissing through clenched teeth and I can hear you shift in you seat behind me
“Yes he is hurting me” I tell you. “And it feels so good.”
He uses my hair to lead me across the room and positions me at the side of the bed so I am facing you just as I requested. He reaches round and slowly unbuttons my shirt revealing the black lace bra I am wearing underneath and then he is easing down my skirt and allowing me to step out of it. Underneath I am wearing the black lace knickers to match. The black lace knickers you bought me.
Your eyes are glued to the scene in front of you flitting from my face to his and down my body and I can see your cock now clearly outlined through your trousers, hard and I am sure throbbing. I smile at the thought of teasing you later, of making your ache and beg with the need for my touch. My desperate little cuckboy.
He leans his body up against mine and I can feel his erection pressing into the rise of arse. He reaches between us and tugs the gusset of my knickers to one side and then he pressing first one and then two fingers into my cunt. His other arm wrapped around my waist holding me there as he slowly circles his fingers around inside me.
“Fuck that feels good” I mumble and from across the room comes a little groan.
“Yes that’s right my little cuckboy his fingers feel so good in me. “Thick and hard and….” I pause as he curls his fingers inside me and then I am leaning forward hands on the bed, pressing back into his touch…. “I think he is going to make me come” I taunt
But before that can happen he removes his fingers from me and leans round and feeds me my own juices. I lick them greedily from his fingers all the time watching you and enjoying the look on your face. That burning jealousy that it’s not my fingers you are licking or maybe even his…
“Do you want to lick my juices of his fingers?” I ask all of a sudden
And your eyes widen at the thought. I laugh at your response.
“Oh don’t panic cuckboy. I won’t make you do it. Well not this time anyway.”
But you know what is going to happen now don’t you? You are going to sit there like a very good cuckboy and watch as he fucks me. Hard and brutally. Using my tender flesh to make his cock feel good and then he is going to fill me full of his hot sticky come and you are going to watch every last minute of it. Right?”
Behind me I can hear him fumbling with his trousers and then the head of his dick is pressing up against me
“Right?” I ask you again and this time you nod
“Say it” I demand as his cock pushes into me
“Yes Miss” You finally utter.
Goooodddddd” I moan as he starts to fuck me. Grabbing my waist and driving his cock into me over and over.
“Soooooo good” I croon and the look on your face makes my cunt clench at the thought of how fucking hard you are right now and how much I am going to enjoy you licking me clean later and hearing your desperate little cries as you beg me to let you fuck me once he has gone. Even though it is his cock buried deep inside my cunt right now it is the thought of yours straining against the fabric of your trousers and the hot ache of your balls that makes me groan.
It’s not him that makes me cum but the thought of you; My desperate little cuckboy and how much I am going to enjoy you after he is gone, that finally pushes me over the edge. Of course you don’t know that now, but I might tell you later. Or I might not.
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