Cuck King Pt. 2 - Rich Tastes

Transcript

You want more, my loves? Of course you do. That's why you've called me.

I promised more stories, and more stories I have. Let me thumb through my memories and see if I can teach you a little more before getting to the real juicy bits. Or maybe I'll just tell you a little juicy one.

This one comes in my early years of being a bull, you see. A bull is where I am in full knowledge that this woman or women in question, we'll get to that, are in committed relationships. Cucks or cuckholds know and want to be humiliated and submissive to the whole thing.

Stags, who I can respect, allow the behavior at their own discretion. Queens are the female versions of these, but I digress. I was just getting started in this, and while some do it for pleasure, it's mostly business for me and mine.

My clientele seemed to enjoy that aspect as well. Who wouldn't who had that proclivity? Paying the man to fuck your wife? One more level of submission.

This one in particular set me up for quite a while. I lucked out. Hotel was arranged, time, quick drinks before the deed, and then a wild romp that only I can provide this poor lady.

Or in this case, she really provided me. I met them both, pleasant, though not uncommon. You see, she was perhaps thirty years his junior, a young thing, beautiful, attractive.

But those eyes screamed deadly. He was an aged businessman, one who had made more money this year than I would see in a lifetime of trying to achieve that. He was pleasant enough, but seemed more hungry than his wife.

She seemed the cooler headed of the two. While this wasn't any of their first rodeos, he seemed to relish the idea of what I could provide. She, well, she looked at me as if I were common.

No doubt she was getting quite a bit more than just me in her routine. The gentleman sipped up his second scotch in under half an hour, and I had nursed mine. She hardly touched any at all.

Items were agreed upon, signatures, all that. Have to be careful. Last thing any of us needs is a long drawn out trial of he said, she said.

So off we go, into the great rented wild yonder. She seemed to come a little more alive with each step to the hotel room. She had barely touched her martini, a staple.

But I think she was more into the business than he was, I thought. The room was enormous, and it showed this man's wealth that he cared a pittance to use it for a night's pleasure he was hardly to receive. He poured himself another drink and sat himself where he was most comfortable, after she had led me to the living room.

Her hands gliding over me more and more, hands to feel how rough I had made them, a tearaway shirt and silk boxers. All to her specifications, before this even took place. She liked the feel of blue collar, but wanted her own power in all of this.

She seemed to parade me around, a little, as a show to her husband, who now slowed his drinking to a simmer. She bit her lip and moved my hand where she directed, her cheek down her dark red straps of her dress, over the curve of her breast, and then to her hip where she demanded I grab and hold. A kiss that lingered, a kiss that hungered for more, yet savoured this deliciousness was teased out.

This was her way into the door, her way to open up all her doors to what was about to happen. Hooded eyes, and a gaze that shifted ever so slowly downward. At times there are humiliations toward the cock, I do feel bad for, but they get what they paid for.

Some are just a show to be a show, see your wife get fucked and it's your own personal porn show in your abode, and some, some are just for the hunger of the lady. This one was a little bit of a combination. She turned about for me, and I removed what clothing she wore with a seeming flick of the wrist to undo anything holding it to her lithe body.

She kept her heels on, and when fully revealed to me she was exquisite. The man had good taste in women, and she was a fine wine I was going to drink. The hidden vibrator under her dress was being controlled in slow, soft motions from her husband.

She slowly removed that from her. Judging by how wet she was, she must have worn that thing all day. As she removed it she turned again, and bent down to reveal the jeweled butt plug that was monogrammed with his initials.

Classy. She did not remove it. Instead she removed my cock from my pants and tore my shirt from me.

The gasp that she admitted was excitement incarnate. I'd worked out to look like I do, and she had to take it in like a piece of art. Cock freed and pointed directly at her, she turned me to be profiled to her husband.

Once there in full view she slammed to her knees and took me into her lipsticked mouth. I couldn't help but groan, couldn't help the sounds escaping me, and of course the excitement of locking eyes with her. And then her gaze directed right to her husband.

She looked at him as if to ask, are you jealous? Do you see how big he is? How quick I took his cock into me, and where else I want him? And not you.

He stiffened as well as I quickly glanced over. This can end at any time at their discretion, that was what was agreed upon. But he seemed to get just as excited as she, like he wanted a piece of the action.

She took me in her mouth, wet and warm. Deeper and deeper she took me until I could feel her outstretched tongue prodding at my balls, a consummate professional in the art of blowjobs. She wanted to gag, slurp, and make a mess of me and herself.

Spit was easily cleaned, and she used her own body as a rag. Anything that came from her mouth or off of my cock from her dribbled onto her skin. It shone there like translucent gems, and I was going to paint her white with my cum if given the chance.

Some ladies prefer to be wined and dined, another submissive trait for their cocks to enjoy. Some like to be loved on, held, fondled, and pleased with every inch of them. This woman wanted none of that.

After suckling on both of my clean-shaven balls while pumping my shaft a few times, she stood, and with a speed that was impressive, spread herself doggy-style on the couch, head down into a throw pillow, and her ass high in the air. She wiggled her ass at me, the jeweled plug staring at me, and knowingly claiming her as her husband's despite what I was about to do. I positioned myself behind her, and I knew to play with the toy first, pressing gently, pulling even more so, caressing her orbs, and then grabbing them with every bit of strength in my finger's head.

I'd leave bruises for sure, something to remember me by for both of them. She moaned, but her husband was the one to command that I fill her, that I take her, and so I did. Not so gently as with her butt-plug, but with a hard thrust and slam into her pelvis, I sheathed myself into her pussy and rocked her into the soft pillow as hard as I could in one fell swoop.

The sound that came from her was primal. It was satisfaction and need in one. I did it again, fully pulling back and in again, my hands gripping so tightly I was afraid I'd rip her in half, and I was trying.

She demanded I pull her hair, and I did, and with that I could see that this position was perfect for her to look her husband in the eyes while I pounded her from behind. She moaned in absolute excitement of sin, her breasts heaving and moving with every thrust. She tried to move a hand to one, to squeeze, but could not concentrate enough.

She could handle it, but she was riding to her first orgasm easily enough. She shook briefly, took in a sharp breath and then pushed back onto me, filling herself to her depths with me. At once the cuck stood.

He sipped his drink and came over to both of us. He did not instruct to stop, nor did she, but she turned her head, a little confused but love-drunk enough not to care while her brains were being fucked straight out of her. The cuck grabbed a hold of the butt plug and whispered to me to fuck her ass.

Then in one smooth motion removed the plug. He pulled a small bottle of lube from the inside pocket of his jacket and applied it liberally over the clenching hole. She whined and wanted to plead, for or against I could not tell.

I pulled from her aching pussy and directed my cuck to her third entrance of the evening. They were quick to check off all the bucket-list items. Slowly I inched inside of her.

Every bit felt tight around me as I opened her up from behind. She let in deep breaths and let out slow ones that shuddered, and she shook with great concentration, and want. I was enjoying myself so much I didn't even notice when the cuck had got back to his seat.

This client didn't want the verbal humiliation. He just wanted to sit and watch, and even instruct. I could respect that.

I would respect that. By the time a rhythm was built with me fucking her ass as I would her slit, she came for a second and a third time. She pulled away and flipped herself onto her back, her body splayed out before me.

Keep fucking her ass, she demanded. She loved it. She needed it more than air.

I watched her body, her sculpted form, pulse with every thrust of me into her ass. Her breasts bounced, and I had to grip.