My Darling Cuckold
By Heather ©
Part 3
Disclaimer:
If you don’t like graphic sexual stories, if you are under 18, or if you live in a state where reading this is illegal, then don’t read this and leave. If it is illegal in your state to possess this literature then I suggest you leave as well. This is a work of fiction to display fantasy.
When I looked over at the pillow
where I expected to find Jason’s face, it was empty. Thoughts of what I had
done to him flooded my mind and I listened intently hoping to hear him stirring
in the bathroom. When I heard nothing, I scrambled out of the bed to find an
empty motel room. I looked out the window and searched everywhere I could see,
but he wasn’t out there.
I threw on some clothes and shoes and
began searching the streets for him. I thought my best bet would be the bench I
had found him on the night before and headed in that direction. I nearly ran all
the way there and cursed myself unendingly over what I had done to him. I
finally saw the bench I had been running towards and felt ill when it was empty.
My run turned into a walk until I was standing in front of it and sat down to
cry.
It was only when I grew worried over
people driving by and seeing me crying that I dried my face and began the walk
back. I was coming to grips with the fact that I had driven him away and began
trying to set a course forward without him. I had never been so sad in my life
as I trudged along, but luckily Abby called me just then. I immediately began
telling her how badly I had blown everything and how Jason was gone. It was sort
of funny, but I couldn’t even tell Abby whether or not his car or any of his
clothes were missing, because I hadn’t even thought to look for such signs.
Abby wanted to know about the test we
had drummed up for Jason and if that was what I thought had driven him away.
There would be no other reason that would have and then she wanted the details
of the test. I went through the whole day and how I had teased him with another
date. Abby went totally silent when I told her that Mack had been the only
possible guy I could do it with and why, and then she wanted to know what he had
been like his second time around. I was a little annoyed that she seemed more
interested in knowing about how the sex had been than about what happened with
Jay. I told her all the gruesome details anyway of how much I had enjoyed
myself, and even how I had to “borrow” the room from Jason. At that point
she wanted to know how Jason had taken it when he got back. She assumed it had
resulted in a huge fight and thus explained his reason for leaving me.
After a lot of pleading and prying, I
finally confessed all the gory details of what I had done to him. I began crying
when I told her how I had called him queer while in my dominate state of mind
and how I had even told him how I couldn’t live without other men in my life
anymore. Naturally, Abby wanted all the minute details of how I had gotten him
to get between my legs to do what I had wanted him to do. And as if that
wasn’t bad enough, she even wanted the details of how all of it had affected
and felt to me. I got the distinct feeling that she had her hand in between her
own legs as I relived it blow-by-blow for her.
I could see our motel up the road and
had just told Abby I would call her back. I wanted to jog to the rear parking
lot to see if Jason’s car was still there, but just as I squished my phone
into my back pocket, I happened to look into the fast food place next to me. All
I saw was the back of a head with long brown hair and somehow I just knew it was
him. I walked to the window and when I took a close look I saw it was indeed
Jason. I didn’t know what to do, but when I saw his car wasn’t there, I knew
he had walked over and that me feel a little more confident that he was leaving
me yet. Slowly, I walked around to the side door and walked in to sit across
from Jason at his booth.
He took one good look at me and then
had to look down. I knew I had robbed him of every man’s right to
self-respect. Neither of us said a word for the longest time and that was when I
asked him if I should leave. All he did was shake his head. I really wanted to
talk things out, but there were two kids in the booth right beside us, and what
we had to talk about wasn’t going to be GP rated. I finally just asked him to
walk back to the motel with me and he shrugged his shoulders. On the way back I
told him how I had feared he decided to leave me and how I had gone looking for
him.
The second the motel door shut behind
us, I brought it all to a head. “I have to know Jay. Are you leaving me
now?”
I studied all his body language as he
fidgeted around the room. I knew he was searching for the words that I was sure
would make it clear that we were finished. How could I expect anything less
after stealing away his soul? He went over and threw his suitcase onto the stand
and opened it up. I guess packing his things was the way he would give me his
answer. I dropped my head into my hands and began crying once again. I tried
muffling my gruesome sounds so as not to hurt him anymore as I kept my eyes
hidden from the world. I felt Jason put his hand on my shoulder and for the
longest time I couldn’t figure out why it was there, so I looked up to see him
standing there holding a letter. The envelope seemed vaguely familiar as he
handed it to me.
I sat there holding the envelope as I
watched Jay swallow hard and say, “Remember when I first met you and… I had
just been screwed over by Dawn? We made love together for the first time that
night, and this was the letter I found on the pillow the next morning.”
Now I remembered it a little, but how
it related to all this was beyond me. I had written it because he had been made
to feel like such a shit by his last girlfriend and I had hoped to pick up his
spirits after one of the wildest nights of sex I’d ever had, and I left it on
his pillow as I ran off that morning to cancel a date I had for that night. He
had me hooked like a tuna.
Jason told me he had to be alone to
understand what he was saying himself, but before walking out the door he paused
and said, “All this started because of Abby and Kenny trying to fuck with us,
thinking they knew something we didn’t. I can’t blame you for that or what
they caused you to think. That letter is what you did for me then and ever
since. I’ve read that letter a couple dozen times over the last year every
time I was down and it reminded me that it’s as true today as it was then. How
can I treat you any differently?” He walked out and my urge to run after him
was overcome by the need to read the letter in my hand.
I took it out of the envelope and
began reading what I had written a year earlier. The first part was rather
mundane and spoke to how I felt about girls that used boyfriends as poorly as
Jay’s had done to him. I had gone on to say how making love to him the night
before had opened my eyes to a new world that men weren’t all the same and
that some, like he, exalted the male form to superior heights. And even before I
started reading the last page, it started coming back to me about what I had
written and now I knew how it fit into the moment at hand.
And I promise you this, my dear, that I will not leave you a bloody mess
wondering where you stand with me. I will always be as honest and forward with
you as you are with me. After last night I see that there is love, and then
there is real love. There seemed to be no end to what you would do to please me,
and you gave to me every request at the mere hint of suggestion. You did things
for me that no other man has ever done before. It showed me just how tall you
stand among men.
So, I have to promise you this. I will always strive to give to you
everything I own; whether it’s my time, my effort, or my dignity, it will be
yours to have, to use, or even abuse if that is what it might take to make you
smile for me just another time, because it’s that smile you offered me last
night that made my world worth the walk.
I reread that last page three times
as I began to understand all the many things that Jason has done for me over the
last year. And when it struck me that Jason had offered me this letter to
explain why he hadn’t left me yet, I read it one more time using his eyes.
Understanding why he let me abuse him
last night and even the day before suddenly became clear to me and I was left
dumbfounded. I always knew Jason was different from all other guys in the way he
treated me, and I guess that was why I felt so betrayed when I thought he had
been fucking around on me. The thing he didn’t know was if he had of wanted to
screw another girl, or even Abby for that matter, as long as he told me first I
would have let him and smiled over it. But now the skirt was covering the other
ass, (as Abby would say) and here I was wondering how he could give up his
dignity so easily for me.
As I thought about that, I realized
that it hadn’t been easy for him at all. He gave it up kicking and screaming
all the way, but in the end, he handed it over to me on a plate of silver. And
maybe he couldn’t smile about it, but he was still by my side and after what I
had told him, even waiting for more. I knew right then that I had to end my
current train of thought towards him, but as I was about to put the letter back
into the envelope, I saw another piece of paper in there. I took it out to find
a quick rambling that Jason would often do as sort of a reminder to himself and
this second letter revealed things I never knew had ever happened. It was dated
from two months earlier and I tried to think about what had been going on around
that time. I read the note.
Last night was so hard to take that I’m writing this note for you to
find in case I find myself suddenly running away from you; perhaps for you. I
saw the way you were looking at that guy earlier tonight. I didn’t catch his
name because I was furious that those bedroom eyes of yours could be brought out
by another guy. And then you did the most wonderful thing a girl has ever done
for me. Even though it was clear you were lusting for the days before you met me
and wanted to rape that guy right there, you came over to me and hugged my arm
and kissed me right in front of him. I’ve never been chosen over another guy
that had so much over me, and your open display of love for me made my chest
bulge.
Here I am in the middle of the night writing this note, because I can’t
sleep knowing I had deprived you of something that you wanted so badly. You give
up things so easily for me that I feel beneath you in my love. I offer you so
little it seems. I know I have to let you wander to other fields and that will
hurt me, and maybe even make me leave to spare you the pain of guilt over it.
But I can offer the love of my life no less than the right to enjoy life to the
fullest. I feel like a mare watching my stallion’s need for other mares. In
the end I would hope you always come back to me as you did tonight, and if
that’s the case, you may never read this letter. But if I see any guilt over
seeing your life flourish as you’ve made mine; that I just couldn’t take.
So, if you’re reading this note I guess I saw you enjoying life more
without me than with me, and the guilt over being happy was too much to hide. I
could offer you anything, but if seeing you feel guilty is the price, I’ll be
on my way so as to spare you. I still hope that no matter what your life craves
that in the end, I’ll see you come back to hold my arm, kiss me, and lay claim
to me as yours. If you can’t do that, I love you, and hope the best for you.
I began crying over his words. I remembered
the time he was talking about and I also remember how guilty I had felt for
seeing him catching me eyeing the guy the way I did. I had run back to him
almost to apologize for what had happened. He never even knew the part where I
had flirted with the guy until he had asked me to go for a drive with him. I was
still trying to see if I had what it took to catch a man’s eye and I felt so
good knowing I had, yet when I saw Jason’s eyes I knew he had seen right
through me.
It was nice to see that I had
placated his fears that night, but the rest of his letter seemed to speak
volumes as to why he was still hanging around. I had no idea that coming back to
him last night had meant so much to him that he was even willing to give me the
pleasure I had demanded of him. I knew now that I got that just because I had
come back to him after I had had my fun with Mack.
It suddenly came to me what I had to
do and I ran out the door. Again I was searching for the love of my life to
spare his feelings and to apologize for my behavior, but this time was so much
more important to me than the other two recent times. I didn’t have to go far;
he was right there across the street and sitting on the fence watching over the
room, and me.
I walked across the roadway and bit
my lip as I walked over to him. There were two guys off to one side that
apparently thought I looked hot at eleven in the morning and no makeup, and one
of them asked me to go over to him as a come on. I looked at Jason’s face and
knew instantly what I wanted to do. I turned my path towards the two guys and
when I got to them I got the usual invitation to take a ride. I told the guys
that I couldn’t, but I would love a little help. I went up to the bigger of
the two and kissed him as I wrapped my hands around his head. I knew I was about
to become the world’s biggest bitch, but I pulled away and thanked the man for
a little of the spice of life and told him I had someone else in my life.
I turned to see Jason had caught it
all, walked over to him slowly and sat down next to him. I spoke softly, but
more assertively than ever before. “That was awesome; did you see that?”
Jay was stunned and totally
perplexed, as were the two guys I had just left.
“Can you imagine any girl doing
that in front of her guy and knowing she could get away with it… just by
saying this afterwards…?” I hooked my arm through his, leaned into him to
snuggle which made the other two men go about their business, and then smiled at
Jason before giving him a kiss.
I could see he was having a great
deal of trouble putting it all together, so I finally raised my eyebrows at him
and said, “I’m here with you, aren’t I. Those guys couldn’t begin to
rise to your level.”
I watched as a glow came to his face
over understanding what I had just said needed no words; just heartfelt actions.
He grabbed my hand and for the first time in days, I felt how much he really
still loved me. But I didn’t want to leave any false hopes in him that things
hadn’t changed, so I told him, “I’m starving and that guy tasted really
good, but of sausage; think we could go get something to eat?”
All he did was smile at me, stood up
and we walked across the street to the fast food place. I needed to know I was
right in my assumptions and stayed true to my form of the past days. I said
things that no girl would ever dare say to see if his smile would fade away.
“He was a pretty handsome dude, wasn’t he? I wonder if he’ll be at the bar
tonight?” His smile never did fade, and I think it was because my hands never
fell away from the grip I had on his arm.
I even took it a step further when I
asked if I had of gone with the guy if he would have been waiting for me when I
got back. He shook his head and replied with, “Not if you hadn’t of come to
me; I wouldn’t have been.”
I asked, “And now?”
“I would have been going out of my
mind waiting for you to get back.”
We were just getting to the fast food
joint and I hugged him even harder as I responded with, “Nice to know, nice to
know.”
As we ate, we talked very openly for
the first time in so long. We spent a lot of time on the letters and I confessed
that the one thing I really had a hard time with was what I had just done to
him. Kissing that stranger was to make a huge point to him, but I felt so guilty
over knowing how horribly I had teased him, even for a few seconds. Once again,
Jay taught me a huge lesson about life.
“Sex
is all about teasing, isn’t it? Think about it; teasing a nipple, running your
fingers across a sensitive area, even kissing with passion or the bedroom eyes
we give each other. The idea of sex is to tease the other to a point where they
get off.”
I sat back away from him a little and
couldn’t stop staring at him. Not only was he absolutely right, but now I was
beginning to understand how he could let me be with other guys. As long as he
knew I was coming back to him, it was nothing more than me teasing him; almost
like foreplay in itself. Even the awful thing I had made him do to me last night
was literally no more than rubbing his face in my endeavors, thus in a very
weird and wonderful way, having sex with him. I was coming to such a wild and
euphoric understanding.
I let things simmer down for a while
as we made plans on getting on with the rest of our lives. I made no mention of
our sex lives or even our intimacy, but it was always eating at me throughout
the day. Finally, as we sat down to eat supper, I asked Jason if he knew what a
cuckold was, and got the naïve “no” I had expected.
“You’re my cuckold now, you know?
I sort of turned you into it last night. Not just that last part, but the whole
date thing. You’ll probably hate me for this, but I was being honest with you
last night when I told you I wouldn’t be ending it. And it hasn’t changed
now; I’m just not going to feel so guilty about it. Can you handle that?”
He looked down at his food and after
a long moment came that secret answer we both knew well; he shrugged his
shoulders. I thought I’d give my new understanding of what sex was and nailed
him broadside when I said in a somewhat dreamy way, “I was thinking of
stepping out tonight. I guess it’s a good thing for you that I don’t know
anyone around here.”
I really had no idea what he would
think of that, but I was pleasantly surprised to see him leave it at a full
blown smirk. We were having an absolute ball as I learned that teasing my
lover’s mind wasn’t close to the way most people would have thought of it. I
quickly learned and understood the boundaries that we people set up to make
being in love so much easier. Knowing that despite everything that had
transpired since leaving Hickville, I
still had Jason’s full and unquestionable love like a huge present to me. It
was even better than the make up sex I had planned for him later on.
And then with some of the worst
timing I have ever witnessed in my life, Jason asked me if I was really planning
on going out by myself as I had teased him earlier. I told him I was just
kidding him and that I expected to be raping my favorite dude in a very short
time. He smiled so broadly understanding my implications. I would be so happy
later on thinking about how I had gotten that statement out when I did, because
not two minutes later I heard, “Well, looky here! If it ain’t Bliss and her
little man?”
Both Jason and I spun around to see
Mack standing behind our booth. I went into sheer panic and the English language
raced from my body. I was torn between being civil with Mack and trying to spare
Jason from any humiliation for at least one night.
Mack helped himself to the seat
across from us and told us how he had just been to the motel room looking for
“his girl”. It’s always flattering to hear a guy say that, but I already
had plans to bring some of Jason’s self esteem back to him tonight. Besides, I
knew I had to keep away from Mack. He was just getting too cozy in my life and I
had already decided that Jason couldn’t take anymore of Mack being rubbed into
his face. I shortly learned that Mack had no qualms about disparaging Jason all
he wanted when he pushed over and patted the bench next to him.
It was clear that he wanted me to go
over and sit next to him, but I wasn’t about to do that and was about to ask
him to leave us alone. How to do that after letting him have at me the past two
nights wasn’t coming to me easily. I was already abusing Jason’s feelings; I
didn’t want to make a habit to doing that to every guy I knew.
“Let her out, little fella,” came
from Mack.
I started to say I couldn’t go with
him tonight, but Jason got out of the booth and waited for me to slide out. I
looked up at him and realized he was giving me an opportunity I would never have
ever asked him for, and without knowing it, my body began sliding past his. I
went over and sat next to Mack, felt his arm going around my shoulders to claim
me as his, and never took my eyes off Jason as he sat back down.
Mack leaned in front of me and slid
his other hand up my leg to grope at my crotch. I pushed it away after allowing
him a quick feel, and told him to behave himself. He then reached across the
table and helped himself to some fries off Jason’s plate. I elbowed him and
warned him to be nice.
“I’ve got this itch I need
scratching,” was the next thing to come out of his mouth, “and I think it
needs some vigorous thrusting through some kind of a wild bush. Let’s blow
this place and do some heavy scratching.”
His hand went back to my crotch and
as hard as I tried I couldn’t get him away from me, so eventually I tried to
ignore him. That only seemed to encourage his further exploration under the
table. “Cut it out, Mack. We’re in a public place and people might see.”
He again asked me to leave with him
and I again said, “no”, but he wasn’t getting the message. I looked
woefully at Jason and I could see he understood I was trying to get Mack to
behave, but it wasn’t in him.
Mack took his offer to a different
place and asked Jason if he minded me leaving with him for a “quickie”. I looked at him struggling to hold onto
the little dignity Mack was affording him and found myself waiting for his
answer, but then I made it for him to spare him from the embarrassment.
“Okay, I’ll see you one more
time, but later on. And this is the last time! Get it?” Glimpsing at Jason’s
face I knew I needed time with him to explain why I made that choice and to give
him a little time to prepare himself for it. “But not now! I’m having dinner
with my boyfriend and you’re not going to interrupt it. I’ll meet you at the
bar at nine.” I remembered the problem of where to go to do things and asked,
“You do have money for a room, don’t you?”
Mack smirked and told me he wasn’t
spending sixty or seventy dollars for ten minutes of fun. He then looked back to
Jason and told him, “You’ll just have to leave again. Or hell, you can stay
and watch if you want.”
Between his arm holding me tight to
his chest and his probing between my legs, I had become turned on enough to need
the relief I knew would only come from hooking up with him, so I squished up my
nose in a begging way and asked Jason, “Do you mind? Just for a few minutes?
I’ll make sure it’s the last time.”
Jason went back to eating as he had
been while trying to ignore another man hitting on me. He shrugged his shoulders
and I knew I had his tacit approval. I then tried to get Mack to leave but he
wasn’t finished having his fun just yet and asked me, “So, was I right, or
was I right?”
I thought for a second and understood
he was asking whether I had gotten Jason between my legs last night. I blew it
all over the place. “Yes… no… I mean, I don’t want to talk about it.
Will you please just leave now?”
Mack planted another long kiss on me
and took his hands away. The bastard left my tongue tied and swooning in his
wake as I got up to let him out. After he patted Jason on the head and walked
away, I stood standing to give Jason the idea that I wanted to sit back next to
him. He stood up and as I pushed back in, I saw a couple with their two kids
about ten feet away that had obviously been watching the whole thing transpire.
The man kept leering at me as the blatant whore I was, and the women shook her
head and went back to eating. I felt about two inches tall with these strangers
getting an x-rated look into our lives.
It was only seven in the evening, so
I had two hours to prepare both myself and Jason. That gave us a full hour to
make light of the situation, talk it over, and for me to play down what was
about to happen. Jason really seemed to be accepting my infidelity rather well,
and since he mentioned how much he loved me after every bruise to his ego, I
knew it was just because he wanted me to be just that happy. I even spared his
fear by telling him that despite how wonderful he had made me feel last night, I
wasn’t about to put him through the same thing when he got back. He laughed
though when I offered him sloppy seconds after a shower, and then shrugged his
shoulders when I told him Mack may leave me a bit too stretched out for him.
The more I saw Jay loosening up, the
more I dwelled on what Abby had said about my freaky sex drive melding Jason
into it. At certain moments I felt almost like Jason was playing a double role
as my best friend against his own best interests.
I made the mistake of checking the
time on my phone and when Jason saw it, he slapped my hand with his and said,
“I know; it’s time for you to get ready for your big date.”
I begged his forgiveness but he told
me not to worry, that he would be okay. The second he set my mind upon my date
though, my focus immediately began gearing into that direction. That, I found,
meant I was thinking more about the guy I was meeting than my boyfriend. It also
meant I was falling into a sluttish persona.
On the walk back to the hotel, I
apologized again for kicking him out of his own hotel room, and asked him to
stay close by. Mack was an unbelievable fuck, but I was beginning to worry about
his brazenness. Jason said he would go to the strip mall down the street and
come back in a couple hours. I again told him that it wouldn’t take that long
and asked him to come back at ten. I told him I should even be showered and
ready for round two if he wanted. I felt sad when he declined my offer, but what
guy would want sloppy seconds from his own girlfriend. I had to be a little
understanding.
Getting ready for this date was so
much different than the last two. I didn’t seek to hide anything from Jason
and even talked to him through most of it. Just before nine, he pointed out how
I had grown all giddy over my anticipation of getting laid again and I felt
horrible. He told me he understood and even liked seeing me so bubbly. I told
him I would stay that way for him and told him again that I promised I’d take
a shower as soon as Mack was done with me. I even kidded him that since he
didn’t want me afterwards that I might still be in the shower taking care of
myself when he got back. Mack’s inability to make me cum, despite the massive
wave of orgasms he would cause me to quiver in, was turning into a running joke
between us and I saw it was the one area that Jason felt superior to Mack over.
Until Jason came into my life, I
never really understood that we girls have different kinds of sex all the time.
I remember as a young girl that after giving a guy head, that I was satisfied
sexually almost as much as the guy. Mack was the example of a great fuck for the
sake of an orgasm, or even multiple orgasms, but the topper to all sex was what
Jason brought to the table; a full blown orgasm that included cumming. And I
mean really getting wet when it happened, almost like a guy when he ejaculates.
And strangely enough, each was pretty hot in its own way, but if I could only
have one, Jason’s style would be it. Thank god I didn’t need to make a
choice anymore.
I was ready to leave for the third
night in a row, and when I saw Jason checking me out, I tried to make light of
what I was doing to him. I had dressed in a very inviting halter and my most
assessable micro skirt. I asked him if I looked hot enough for my date and he
only nodded. I knew my leaving was his toughest moment to handle, so I went over
and insisted on a very passionate kiss this time. We stared into each other’s
eyes and I could see deep down he was happy that I was happy. I warned him that
to sidestep Mack’s verbal taunts that he should leave soon so they didn’t
have to pass each other. I chided him that I hoped someday that my “men”
would be able to get along. It was just a jest, until I felt a tingling running
through my loins over the thought that I did indeed have two men in my life now.
This might be Mack’s last shot at me, but I knew he would soon be replaced
down the road.
I gave another peck at Jason’s
cheek and went for the door. I gave him my shrugged shoulders and apologetic
face one last time and shut the door. From there on it was all about my date. I
noticed that I had a skip going across the street and even after the way Mack
belittled Jason, I couldn’t wait to feel the excitement I caused in him as he
would slide it into me. How many sick girls like me get the chance to get all
gaga and addlebrained over cheating on their guys?
Things were a little different at the
bar. I found Mack sitting at a booth with several friends and I wondered if any
of them were the ones that had assaulted Jason out behind the bar that first
night. Mack had a guy move out of the booth so as to put me in between them on
the circular bench. I had worn a very short skirt and a halter top to make sure
Mack got properly prepared for me, but now that there were three other guys
ogling me, I wished I’d dressed a little more conservative. Mack had just
received a beer and told me he was going to finish it before we left, so I knew
I had at least ten minutes to kill with these strangers checking me out like a
piece of meat. How fitting from Jason’s eyes!
I guess Mack decided that since Jason
wasn’t around that I was his toy to play with instead and he was soon exposing
what I was doing to my own boyfriend. I couldn’t believe he would do that to
me, but I had put myself in this position. That was when he decided to share me
even further by pulling him to his chest, running his hands up the front of me
and forcing my halter top up over my tits. He exclaimed, “What do you think of
these little fuckers?”
I hadn’t worn a bra, so his friends
got their eyes worth of me. I struggled to get my top back down just as the
waitress came over. She slapped Mack and told him that she wouldn’t tolerate
his immaturity in the bar, and then berated me for allowing it; like I had a
choice. I wanted to slink under the table however when as she walked away she
blurted out, “Nice boobs though.”
After that I gave Mack a very blunt
choice; we either left then or I would be going alone. He downed his beer and
announced to his friends that I needed my “hole” plugged and finally took me
out of the bar. As we walked across the road to the motel, I should have
chastised his actions, but I was just too damned horny. I felt so little under
his arm as he walked me along, and then like a wanton whore when one of the
local motel dwellers saw me in his arms rather than the guy I was living with at
the time.
I made Mack wait on the sidewalk
until I was sure Jason had already left, and then waived him over. I felt like I
was sneaking around right up until the door closed behind us. That was when I
got my own surprise that left me a little shocked, but not totally adverse to
what was going on.
It started out with Mack slobbering
against my mouth and feeling me up like a high school kid. He tweaked my right
nipple rather hard and I squealed, but I didn’t pull away from him. I guess
that sent him the wrong message and there was a wild twinkle in his eye. The
next thing I knew, he had grabbed a fistful of my hair and was yanking my head
towards the floor. I quickly saw that all he was doing was getting rough with me
because of his size, and yet another secret started pouring out of me.
I let loose with a cry of pain, and
sneered at Mack when he twisted my head to face him. A curt exchange between our
eyes was all he needed to garner my permission and I felt him tearing my top up
over my head. As he pulled the top free of my arms, I pushed him away and he
grabbed me by my waist to hoist me into the air. He threw me over his shoulder
and with one hand tore the skirt off my ass and tossed it aside. I felt him
grabbing the side of my panties in his fist as he walked closer to the bed, and
then he dumped me off his shoulder. As I was falling through the air, he jerked
the side of my panties so hard that he ripped them from my body.
I screamed over the ripping sensation
tearing at my skin just as I began my bounce on the bed. Mack walked on his
knees across the bed until he had my legs in either of his hands and forced them
apart.
“Like it a little rough, huh? So,
let’s play then!” He was sneering at me now and my actions with a guy my
size would have been questionable, but over the top with a guy his size. When I
went to scoot back towards the headboard, Mack grabbed my ankles and bent me in
half. “Like games? You’re gonna love this.”
The next thing I knew, he had pulled
something from his back pocket and was snapping part of it around my ankle. He
told me the device, which was actually two identical pieces, was called a hobble
and since he didn’t seem particularly threatening, I didn’t fight him all
that much as he stretched my leg to reach the loop of the device over the post
of the headboard. I saw what he was doing and it felt so damn erotic as I
twisted under him. I watched him snapping the second restraint to my other ankle
and then that leg went past my head to the other bedpost. I don’t think I’ve
ever been so fully exposed to any guy before and it had such an intoxicating
effect on me.
Mack began shedding his own clothes
while soaking up my fixed form and I looked down to see my own crotch just
inches from my face. I knew that all I had to do was flip my torso around and I
would be face down and able to get free, so fear wasn’t such a big thing to
me. I didn’t know what to do with my hands, so I grabbed my ankles and melted
as I watched his erection fall from his shorts. I hadn’t seen it so well
before, but now as I looked at it, I saw how it was nicely thick and long. It
had such a smooth mushroom cap topping it off with a prominent ridge around the
head that explained the wild sensations it had caused me in the past as it
traversed my pussy.
Mack looked down at me like I was a
trussed up turkey and positioned himself closer to me. He ran his hands up the
backsides of my legs that caused a quivering ripple right back to my clitoris. I
watched him run the head of his cock through my vulva getting it moist, and then
he took a long, slow plunge into me. I hadn’t thought about how my legs’
position left me so wide open for him and right out there that he was able to
get further into me than in the past, and I found myself pushing on his chest to
stop his motion. My distress caused him a great deal of pleasure and he toyed
with me over it. He repeatedly kept going just a little too deep just to see my
eyes bulge and my arms push frantically against him.
I was beginning to see that Mack was
playing with me just as I was with Jason’s emotions. That also showed me a
little bit of what Jason was seeing in how one person’s torture can be
another’s pleasure. And right on cue, he started with the verbal shots.
“So,” he started, “the little
guy like his first cream pie?”
I wasn’t sure which to rebuke him
over first; his constant disparaging remarks towards by boyfriend, or his
infliction of mental anguish on him. I guess they boiled to the same point, but
I separated them for some reason. “I wish you’d stop picking on him. This is
destroying him and I don’t like that. Look at what he’s giving up here.”
He laughed at his feelings getting
hurt and asked again, “How’d he like the taste of a real man?”
I couldn’t figure out how to say it
and still be defending Jason. I finally told him, “He did it… but it
wasn’t easy. I had to fight like hell to get him started.”
Mack was grinning ear-to-ear and came
back with, “And it’ll get easier for him every time. You’ll see
tonight.”
I told him in between his thrusting
that I wasn’t making him do it ever again, but I knew that wasn’t the truth,
so I told him how I had promised he wouldn’t have to do it tonight anyway.
“You shouldn’t lie to him like
that. It’ll only make it harder for you to train him.”
I told him I wasn’t “training”
him and that I wasn’t going to make him do it.
Mack stared me in the eye and I felt
him slowly withdrawing his cock until it fell out of me. I was confused and told
Mack not to stop, but he sat up on his knees and grinned. It only took me a
second to figure out that he was withholding the thing I needed most at the
moment to force me to change my mind. I repeatedly told him I couldn’t abuse
Jason like that and go back on my word to him. Mack started rubbing his cock
against my swollen labia and he picked now to find my clit to taunt along with
it.
I shook my head and repeated again,
“I can’t do that to him! Please? Come on, it’s doesn’t matter… just
fuck me.” My resolve was quickly fading and he had to see that. “Mack,
please don’t make me do that. It’ll crush him and he won’t believe
anything else I tell him.” His fiddling with me was driving me nuts and I made
a grab at his cock to pull it back into me, but he slapped my hands away.
“You’ve got to keep up the
training girl or you’ll lose your fun. Promise me you’ll do it and I’ll
give you back the happy stick.”
I swore at him and cried out, “Look
at what he’s given up to you already. He’s letting his girlfriend fuck
another man. What else can you ask for?”
“I want him trained. Tell me… or
we’re through and right now.”
I twisted my face into a pleading
beast, but he knew the fire he had going in me was going to win over. I closed
my eyes and felt tears coming to me. “You prick! Okay… I’ll make him do it
again. But I’m not training him for anything. This is the last time… for
both that and you.”
Mack’s smug smile came back again
and he asked, “Promise me!”
My eyes rolled back into my head over
my own disgust and I finally did it. “Okay, I promise. I’ll make him do it
one way or another. Now please, put it back in.”
Finally, I felt the warm rod sliding
back into me and I swore at myself for being so weak. “Why are you doing that
to him? He’s such a nice guy.”
Mack told me point blank the truth of
the matter. “I’m not doing it to him, Bliss, you are. And you know why. The
power you have over him drives you nuts, doesn’t it? Just watching him serve
you, cleaning up the mess of your lover, having the upper hand for the first
time; it all works for you, doesn’t it.”
I wasn’t going to admit to him that
he was right. But even as he got back into his former rhythm I knew I couldn’t
deny it to myself. I had felt all those things last night as I had held
Jason’s face to my crotch. It had set me on fire and turned me into a wild
woman.
In my trussed position, I watched for
the first time in my life in total awe as Mack’s massively rigid tool kept
sliding into me until my hands automatically pressed against his chest to tell
him I couldn’t take anymore. Seeing it happen just a foot in front of my eyes
was so fucking hot and intense. It was all so raw as I saw for the first time my
labia being forced wide open to accommodate this male intrusion. The only
description I had for everything this man did to me was animalistic.
When Mack saw me watching my own
fucking with such fascination, he exaggerated his performance and began pulling
all the way out before humping it back into me. I could see when and where the
ridge around his cock head was, and the sight of it turned me into a frigging
moaning whore. That drove him over the edge and he began slamming into me. I
have no idea where he was getting his cock to go, but I knew I couldn’t take
as much as he was driving into me. Just as his grunting told me he was about to
unload deep in me, he said the nastiest things that drove me into my own massive
orgasm.
“This is for you, Jason. Here’s
your supper, boy! Come and get it.”
His words made me think of feeding
Jason his last cum and I went nuts vibrating like crazy. But Mack wasn’t done
tormenting Jason yet and pulled out just before he was done to spew the last two
squirts into my already matted pubic hair. He then demanded that I rub it in my
hair to make a real mess of myself, and sadly for Jason, he didn’t need to
repeat himself because I was all for it at that point. I couldn’t believe what
I was doing knowing full well I was going to keep my promise to Mack. I went
about the job as an artist spreading his sperm thoroughly over my trimmed mound.
I even reached out and fingered the last drops from his cock and smeared them
over my very exposed clit.
Mack smiled over my joining his fun
and crawled off the bed to get dressed. I tried to reach the loops holding my
ankles in place but found them just out of reach. Mack was making me promise him
again that I would betray Jason’s trust in me for his pleasure.
“You’re really having fun with
this, aren’t you? You’re going to make him leave me, you know.”
To that he responded that I was
having just as much fun as it was for him. I found myself agreeing with him, but
when he went back to calling it “training”, I again refuted his wording. As
he finally began taking my legs down from the bedposts, he really got me scared
for Jason; and I saw that in his eyes that this was all about training. He
placed my legs just inches apart and made me promise not to move until Jay came
back and I did, but then he whimsically stated that Jason would be taking it
from the “tap” in no time.
I knew exactly what he meant by that,
but I still found myself asking him to explain his statement.
Wearing his unyielding smirk he told
me, “The boy’s gonna learn to swallow cock better than any whore on the
strip by the time we’re done with him.”
“No,” I cried! “Leave him
alone. I want you to stay away from him. Are you clear on that?”
“It’s gonna be me or some other
guy, but you know where you have him headed and,” as he grabbed his balls
through his pants, “it’s better this than some pint size cock to learn
on.” He came over to kiss me goodbye and added, “And you know it.”
I watched him walk out the door and
replayed the words he had just said over and over. The more I heard them running
through my head, the more I feared what I was becoming. A week ago I never would
have thought of ever cheating on Jason, yet I had. I never would have dreamed in
my wildest fantasies that I would ever pull Jay’s face into the mess left in
me by another man, yet I had done that, too. And now, that fucking Mack had me
thinking about helping to turn him into… literally… a cocksucker for his
benefit.
I
snapped my head to the clock and saw it was almost ten o’clock and pushed all
those bad thoughts to the side. I had made seperate promises to both of my
lovers, and now it was nearing the time to decide which man I would let down. I
already knew the answer to that question; it was more about how I would explain
going back on my word to Jason.
I began turning onto my side and felt
some of Mack’s semen drooling out of me, laid flat again, and wiped it back up
to my pubic hair and slowly rubbed it around my lips. As sorry as I was feeling
for Jason, I was still subconsciously working to make it as bad for him as it
could get just for the nasty thrill of watching him twist in the chore I had
waiting for him. That was when I figured out that my mindset was still in Mack
mode. He had a way of making me scream through an orgasm, but without that all
out body cum that only Jason was able to bring me, my body was left wanting.
That was why Mack was winning over my sexual soul.
I saw a body moving slowly past the
window and I knew the time had come. I was shaking when I heard Jay’s key go
into the door, and when it opened I stayed silent. I knew he would catch on as
soon as he saw me lying there in wait for him. He took one look at me and turned
away. It was clear I had lied to him and I felt the most important thing was to
explain that to him first.
“I’m so sorry, Jay. Come here and
let me talk to you. I didn’t mean to lie to you, honest. Please come here.”
I had to beg him for several minutes
before I got him to sit on the edge of the bed next to me. He couldn’t bring
himself to look at my lower torso again and I felt so bad for him, but I also
knew he was going to have to finish what Mack could only start.
“I told you last night that I would
need you to do this again, but I swear; I really wasn’t going to do this to
you tonight. And certainly not after Mack because of the way he treats you. But
I need you now so badly that it hurts. You know you’re the only one that can
really get me to cum… and I need you.”
Jason was just sitting there unable
to look at me, still with his back to me. I begged him to turn around, but he
couldn’t. But since he never moved away from me, I finally decided to
physically help him as I had the night before. I ran my hand down his long hair
and felt how soft it was, and began coaxing him to turn around and at least look
at me. When he refused I started getting mad. I wasn’t nearly as mad at him as
I was at myself, but it was about to be focused on him anyway.
“I need you now… Jason, turn
around.” And when he didn’t, I gripped his hair tightly in my left hand and
began pulling his head backwards. I found my right arm actually going around his
neck to help pull him down to my chest. I kissed his forehead as he struggled
against me, but it was obvious that he wasn’t doing as much as he could to
break my hold on him. Maybe Mack was right and he was deep in the closet, or
maybe it was just because he loved me so much that he knew how much I needed him
was greater than his disgust. Either way, the time was at hand and I became very
physical over my needs.
I held my love to my chest and
whispered softly, “Its okay, I’m right here and I’ll help you.” He
finally tried sitting up again, but I held firm. “I know, sweetie, I know. You
really don’t want to do this, but you know what you do to me. Just pretend
Mack was never here.” I bent his head back and kissed his forehead again.
“Just let me guide, you baby, and I’ll help you through this. It’ll be
over in no time.”
Seeing I needed to get even more
aggressive than last night, I threw my left leg around his body and pulled his
hair until he went onto his back. I faced him and kissed him passionately enough
that he couldn’t possibly misunderstand my heat.
I locked my eyes on his and slowly
began sliding up his chest until he saw what I was doing. I switched my hold on
his hair to both hands on either side of his head, and gave him one more kiss
before he would begin his task. “I love you so much… now love me.” I
scooted forward one long slide and had his arms trapped under me. Jason tried
turning his head to the side which only resulted in him getting his hair pulled
harder. My pussy was just inches away from his mouth and as I watched his
tormented face, I smeared my crotch over it. I sat back and saw the wetness and
then did it to him again. I was becoming the ravaging bitch I had been last
night.
I sat forward again and made a
serious effort of planting my lips right over Jason’s. I saw he was staying
still and now I was getting pissed at him. He had to see how badly I needed
this, so I pushed down hard on his face and pinched his nose shut. His eyes
bugged out and I told him I wanted to feel his tongue in me. In a few seconds,
he began understanding that I wasn’t going to let him out of this. When he
began running his tongue through my lips, I released his nose and praised him
for coming around.
“That’s a good boy. You know what
I like so well. See, it’s not as bad as you make it out to be.” I saw his
eyes close and continued giving him instructions. I even leaned way over his
head and began having him lick my clitoris clean. I was refraining from saying
anything else about it being Mack that he was cleaning up after, until I
discovered something bizarre. I decided that he shouldn’t be left out of all
the fun this time and began rubbing his chest when I was sure I could release
his hair.
“You see, babe, I knew you could do
it.” I leaned back a little and ran my hand down to his crotch and rubbed his
crotch roughly to give him his own thrill, and nearly missed a huge sign. It
wasn’t until I ran my hand over his crotch a second time that my mind paused
to understand what I was feeling.
“Oh, my god, Jay!” I rubbed my
pussy against his face some more and changed my mind about mentioning Mack. I
leaned over to his face to whispered to him. “Does he taste as good tonight?
Huh? Mack said he was thinking of you when he shot his cum all over me.” I
felt his tongue dive into my opening and reached back for one more feel of my
lover. There was no mistaking what I found. “That’s a good boy! Just lap all
his cum off me and it’ll be all me again. You like that, don’t you.” He
shook his head as much as my thighs would allow him. That was when I let him
know I knew better. “Jay, your body is betraying you.” I slinked my hand in
under his belt to grab a very hard prick. “You’re rock hard for a reason.
Now I want you to really get me off. Work that tongue, you little fucker.”
When I called him a fucker, his cock
pulsed with a rush of blood. Whether it was the dirty talk or his actions, he
was now my bitch as I had been Mack’s earlier. I launched my worst at him
while I held onto his cock as a gauge of my words. “Oh, yeah, babe, that’s
it. You might be afraid of the names, but you really are fucking queer, aren’t
you. Mack keeps telling me you are and I’ve been telling him you’re not, but
there’s no denying this little piece of boner, is there?”
I felt another pulse in his cock as I
had called him a queer again. It was becoming ever so clear to me that whether
Jason knew it or not, he loved his new position as my cuckold. I knew I was
going to have to keep a better eye on his cock from now on to see his true
feelings over what I was doing to him.
I noticed my shredded panties barely
hanging from the edge of the bed and held them up for Jason to see. “This is
how my other lover stripped me. See how mad I drive him with lust. And now
it’s your turn.” I wasn’t going to dance around what Jason was doing for
me anymore and now that I knew my words were making his cock twitch behind me, I
kept throwing jabs at his manhood. Just as we had talked about earlier, it was
all about teasing your lover into their climax.
“Mack tastes good, doesn’t he?
Get in there deep and get it all out. You know, he even cried out your name as
he was unloading on me.” His face may have still looked tormented, but his
tongue was in full motion. Even though I knew I would never allow Mack to force
Jason into giving him a blowjob, I wasn’t above using it as a way of teasing
his mind with it. “He wants to do the same thing to you as those other guys,
you know? He told me you were going to be sucking his cock soon. Would you like
that?”
I felt Jason twisting under me, but a
quick look behind me and I saw that he was still hard as a rock. “That’s it
baby, get it all. Make me proud of you. I can’t wait to tell Mack how well you
like his cum.”
That did it for the both of us and I
began rubbing my crotch into his face as hard as I ever had, and his tongue and
lips were working me over ever so well. When I couldn’t take anymore, I leaned
forward, forcing my clit right over his mouth, and he nibbled it just the way I
like as I had an earth shattering climax against his face. But as I realized I
was nearly falling over his head, I saw that he had his hips high in the air. I
knew what he was doing even though I found it impossible to believe. I gave him
one last image to help him over the edge and said to him, “Mack’s going to
have so much fun with your mouth.” I heard an immediate muffled grunt come
from between my thighs and smiled that I knew now I had teased Jason as much as
he had teased me.
When we both relaxed, I sat back
while still holding myself plastered to his face. I reached my hand back and
snaked it into Jay’s pants one more time as his eyes remained shut, but his
face showed he knew what I was going to find. And I did! Jason had just
ejaculated as he was eating me out. That was a first for him and when I teased
him about it, he knew the jig was up.
I rolled off his face and undid his
pants while I lay somewhat cuddled up to him. When I had his pants opened, I ran
my fingers through the semen on his belly and chastised him for “liking
boys”, but when his face turned into that of a betrayed lover, I added,
“I’m just kidding. I know it was all in your head. But we are going to have
to talk about this in the morning. I love you so much and you just gave me such
relief. I still find it hard to believe that with Mack’s stature and the size
of his cock, that you are such a superior lover.”
When I saw Jason smile to know that,
my world lit up like I was crowned the queen of all. Somehow I had lucked out in
finding a way to have two separate lovers that each had such different skills
that combined into the most pleasing sexual treat any girl could ever wish to
experience.
I kissed Jason on the cheek as he was
near falling asleep and asked him again if he understood what a cuckold was and
that he was mine. I wanted to explain it to him, but he said in a slight voice
that he did. He told me that he had gone to the bookstore in the strip mall
while he was waiting for Mack and I to finish and looked it up. That was that!
He knew what a cuckold was now, but more importantly, he knew he was mine and
wasn’t screaming at me. That was a pretty clear sign for me that he didn’t
have much of a problem with it. I knew he wasn’t okay with it yet, he
couldn’t be. But with a little more training…
I caught the word I had just used and
furrowed my brow over how it had just popped into my head. Was Mack right about
yet another thing? Had I been training my poor, sweet Jason without even knowing
it?
My whole body shivered as if I had
been scared by someone in the dark. I was growing afraid that I was losing
control of things even though I had felt like I was gaining it. I remembered
Mack’s parting words from less than an hour ago and suddenly sat up on one
elbow and told Jason. “I don’t ever want you to be around Mack again,
Okay?”
I heard Jason whisper that he never
wanted to be in the first place.
I needed to make it clear to him,
“I’m serious, Jay. I never want you to go near him ever again. Don’t talk
to him, don’t let him get close to you, nothing. Promise me?”
Jason opened his eyes and looked at
me. I didn’t have the heart to tell him that Mack had revealed his plans to
force him to suck his cock. I knew I was never going to fuck Mack again, but I
was afraid he might just seek to take that out on Jason. I kissed his cheek
again and buried my head into the crook of his neck and saw that I needed to act
like a better girlfriend and begin working to save him from any man’s worst
nightmare; being hunted as the prey of another man.
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