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I'm a wimpy little cuckie. I am Yours for Your complete devotion and utter humiliation. I am Yours to do with as you please, and I put your needs for pleasure above all else, including my own.
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This, please.
At the end of each day, no matter what happens, we end up in love, in each others arms, fully accepting and adoring of one another.
Cuckolding is something special we do together to show our deep love for each other while concurrently accepting our secret and primal needs.
(Source: llundqvistld)
She text me to tell me there was a surprise waiting for me when I got home. Suffice to say I had to keep re-arranging my hard-on the train, for fear of any other passengers walking by and noticing my arousal. Another message came through, the vibrating phone making my cock jump with anticipation, and it read would you like me to fuck you baby?
Yes, yes, yes. Definitely, literally any time you want was my over-eager and naive reply. I hopped off the train and practically sprinted down the platform, acutely aware that my shaft was rubbing against the cotton leg of my trousers as I moved.
I was greeted at the door by the most stupendous, frightening and thrilling sight. There she was, my sweet and innocent girl, sporting nothing but stockings, bra, and a rather large plastic cock. My stomach dropped, but more significantly, my hard on did not.
Twenty minutes later I was face down, naked and lubed, as she guided the head of her strap on between my trembling cheeks. I felt the pressure of pain building and heavy breathing in my ear, before it gave way to pleasure, slow and faint at first, before a complete and literal sense of being filled. I’d never felt anything quite like it, and ashamedly let a whispered moan escape my lips, as I wondered if this is how it felt for girls whenever they are penetrated.
This is making me so wet baby, she told me, as she placed her hands all over my back, finding her rhythm and thrusting into me, digging her her nails deep into my shoulder blades and moaning, subtly at first, before giving way to something more powerful, as she discovered her stride, fucking me with abandon and lust. Tell me you like being fucked by me, she commanded.
I like being fucked by you, I groaned between a forceful stroke, as my penis, swollen and untouched, leaked copious amounts of fluid into the sheets.
Tell me you want me to fuck me harder, she said, panting, gritting her teeth in concentration and grabbing my hips, spanking my buttocks as she sunk her dildo into me, again and again. Fuck me harder, I gasped, burying my head in between my arms, unable to withhold, unable to do anything but be immersed in a pleasure I had never before experienced.
Say please, she insisted, fucking me expertly now, her shaft reaching my g-spot, the plastic balls slapping against my thighs. Please fuck me harder! I cried out, pushing back onto her thrust, wanting to be completely filled, wanting to be used. I cried out again as my cock began to spurt, uncontrollably, wave after wave, and she cried out too, as we came together, her juices running down her thighs and down the dildo, slowing as she climaxed and closed her eyes, until she collapsed on top of me, her heaving chest pressed against my back. Wow, we both whispered to each other.
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She had been home from her travels for a couple of weeks and I was lying on her bed. Absent-mindedly turning the pages of my magazine, she walked in, reached in one of her draws and retrieved a tube of lubricant. My heart pounded as she applied generous amounts to both of her hands, page 41 of the health section instantly forgotten. She smiled that wicked smile she sometimes has, slow, curving, dangerous and deliberate.
Honey, I have some stories to tell you of some naughty things that I got up to while I was away, but don’t you think you would be more comfortable if you took all of your clothes off for me? I was dumb-founded, too shocked to do anything but obey. I scrambled my clothes off quickly and clumsily, as she smirked at my eagerness to please her. Good boy.
She wrapped her hand tightly around the base of my cock, careful to avoid the sensitive head and include my aching balls, and told me to start thrusting. Now, she said, I’m going to tell you a story and I want you to come. Then I’m going to carry on telling stories of my adventures until you’re hard again, because I need some sex and let’s face it, you’re not going to last very long first time round are you?!
I nodded my head vigorously in agreement as she smiled up at me, watching me squirm and thrust under her grip. She called me a good boy again and I groaned without holding back - she knew it drove me crazy when she called me that - and she looked down at my throbbing, pulsing dick. Feels like you’re close already, she said. Now, where do I begin…
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She sat back and clicked the lock into place, admiring her work. There was a sharp intake in breath, a gasp, as she held me in the palm of her hand, the shift in power, control and emphasis finally, and fully, dawning on her. A slight moan escaped from her lips. Isn’t that the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen, she whispered, almost in a trance. She dragged her fingernails across my naked and shaven crotch, feeling the weight of the plastic that enclosed the plumpness of my balls. She kissed me deeply, and fully on the mouth, cupping my soft, small package still in the palm of her hand, almost as if she didn’t want to let go.
She looked me directly in the eye, stroking my face, her gaze full of love, trust and affection for me. Thank me, she whispered softly, focusing on the sensuous movement of my lips as I thanked her.
I’m sorry that we had to resort to this baby, it’s just that you’re so much more attentive to me when you haven’t come, she said playfully, reaching for her phone - taking a picture - as the routine of daily masturbation flashed through my mind, those days now long gone. Are you going to show that to somebody?! I protested, panic rising in my voice, standing there helplessly. Maybe, she replied, giggling at my obvious discomfort. Imagine if some of my friends knew…
You’re mine now, and mine alone, she said, glancing downwards, almost to confirm that the cage was still there, still attached, that this was really happening.
That’s all I ever wanted, I replied, my heart pounding in my chest, naked and vulnerable in front of her, ready to give myself completely, my chest heaving with excitement, the terrifying thrill of having given up control coursing through me. A strange sensation washed over me, of love and desire, and I realised that I wanted to make love to her. No sooner had I identified this urge, I acknowledged that at this moment in time I was not capable of doing so. So I just kissed her instead, and kissed her more deeply than I ever had before, melting into her mouth and encasing her with my arms, pressing my entire body up against hers. When we eventually broke away from each other, catching our breath, unable to break eye contact, she said quietly, we’ll start with a week, and see how you handle it.
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OH my god baby, you squirt loads when I haven’t let you come for so long! And so quickly as well. I’m definitely going to keep restricting you, it’s so funny watching you squirm. Now pull up your pants and get ready, the girls are coming over and you’re being our taxi driver for the night, remember?
(Source: gonnalikeithere, via cleanupallthatcum)
I watched you, as you watched me. You were fixated, fascinated with me - you’d never known anything like it. Usually men did anything they wanted with you - you’d never had a man do anything for you. I held my throbbing, pulsing cock in front of you for your inspection, for your viewing pleasure.
Stroke, you commanded. I obeyed, and ran my grip up and down my shaft with urgency and vigour, watching you as your breath quickened, and your nipples hardened. Lightly. One finger, one thumb, you tell me. I obey, reluctantly, as my fingers glide around the sensitive skin of my leaking shaft, whimpering as I graze and tease my flesh, yet unable to truly satisfy it.
A hand drops to your pussy and you gently circle your clit, unable to look away from me. I’m completely under your spell and you find it intoxicating, empowering. Moan, you say, and I gasp, growl and whimper until you cut me short - stop. I immediately cut my sounds and movements, and hang there with my hips in suspension - my cock literally leaking fluid, dripping down my swollen balls.
You know what to do, you say finally. I hold my fist around my cock and pump up and down lightly, increasing my pace, desperately trying to please you. The build up is incredibly slow, tortuous - my fingertips never move on the skin, I jerk the skin up and down - my orgasm eludes me, eludes me, the stimulation is so minimal, and yet I can’t stop, I groan in frustration at the dull climax of my orgasm, and at the point of no return, place my thumb over my opening, stopping any release, reducing me into nothing but a shuddering, whimpering, leaking mess, ruined, and throbbing. You smile your wicked smile, and I’m left there on the floor, still hard, and twitching.
(Source: libraryvixen, via queentakesknight)
I was in bed with her one morning, sliding my fingers up and down her clit and kissing her neck. She sighed and pushed me away, telling me I wasn’t putting enough effort into it and wasn’t doing a good job of pleasing her at all. I’ve already made you come once this morning! I protested. Can’t it be my turn now?! Please, I’ll do anything to come!
As soon as the words left my mouth I knew I had made a mistake. My cock was so hard and I was so painfully horny that I couldn’t help but beg - I couldn’t think of anything else - I couldn’t think with anything else other than my cock. She smiled a wicked smile and raised an eyebrow, casting an eye down to my naked body, her eyes settling on my twitching prick.
Anything? She mocked. Okay then you naughty little boy, if you’re so desperate and pathetic you can fuck the bed.
W-what? I stammered. Are you serious?
Do it! She ordered. Be a good little boy and hump the bed with your cock. That’ll teach you to concentrate properly when pleasuring me and not just think about yourself all the time. Do it right now! She said, spanking my buttocks as I hesitated.
I turned and mounted the sheets, rubbing the fabric of the covers against my leaking member. I thrust my hips against the mattress and grunted as I felt a wave of pleasure roll ashamedly over me. I started to hump the bed faster, rubbing my cock pathetically against the material of the bed, squeezing my eyes shut and trying to imagine I was someplace else. I couldn’t look at her, and I dropped my head in shame as she lay there, giggling. Oh my god! She said. I can’t believe you’re actually doing this. This is hilarious, she said, as she rested her hand on my buttocks to feel my thrusting, gently slapping my flesh and telling me to go faster. Maybe I should get this on video to show all of your friends, she teased.
I begged her not to as I cried out in pleasure and frustration. I could feel the orgasm in my body build up, but couldn’t push myself over the edge. It was so humiliating and yet I couldn’t get the right friction against the head of my cock to come. I continued to beg and plead with her until she ordered me to lie on my back, and sunk onto my throbbing shaft with her soaked pussy. You have twenty seconds to come, she said calmly, and started to grind, taking my full length as she circled her hips against the base of my erection.
Turned out I needed less than ten. I tried to last longer, I really did, but no sooner did she start to fuck me than I started to spurt, clenching and tensing, trying to deny myself so I could feel the beautiful silk walls of her pussy, but my orgasm was not to be postponed - looks like somebody got a little overexcited during foreplay, didn’t they baby? she said, squeezing my cheeks and laughing as she climbed off, leaving me lying there, humiliated, and elated.
(Source: allare)
One night when she arrived home, she swung a leg over my head and without a word lowered herself onto my face, burying my nose and mouth in her pussy and ass. She groaned, urgently bucking her hips and grinding into my chin as my eager tongue found her swollen clit, my mouth grateful to taste the sweet juices running down her succulent lips, spreading onto her thighs and sliding down my neck. She tugged at my cock gently, silently letting me know that this was about her and I should place her pleasure above my own, looking back at me and running the length of her swollen, tight pussy from the tip of my nose to the tip of my tongue. I knew her well enough to know that she was in the mood to come into my mouth more than once, and I was more than happy to oblige. She gently slapped my balls and roughly tugged at my engorged shaft as she started to tighten her thighs around my head, and quivered into a climax.
She was a natural - always coming up with new ways to control me, deny me. She embraced wrapping me around her little finger - I was like putty in her hands. She told me she was getting ready for a date, and she tied me up, my hands behind my back and my erection sticking out like a sore thumb. Then she’d crawl, slowly and deliberately, toward her charging phone, giggling and swaying all the way. I’d beg to be untied, so I could mount her like the animal on heat that I was, but she just shook her head and waggled her finger. N says no pleasuring you tonight, he needs me to save my energy for later! Sorry baby - the man has spoken! She said, waving her phone in front of my face, watching me go several shades of red as it became apparent that not only did he know about me, but they were working on ways to humiliate me - together.
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