Teasing You About Cuckolding

I lean in, my mouth very close to your ear, and tell you that I know you’ve been thinking about it – cuckolding. You’ve been thinking about how hot it would be to see me with another man – a big strong Alpha guy, with a great body and big cock. My high-pitched laughter crackles at you.

Do you want to be right there while it’s happening or do you just want to imagine it and hear about it later? I could even keep it a secret until afterwards and surprise you with it. I am a devious bitch, after all. Maybe it’s already occurred. Maybe we started with his big, broad hands on my shoulders, stroking down my arms, his lips at my neck, brushing my ear with his dark hair. He grabbed me to kiss him, full and deep…

I look at your face, gauging your reaction. You appear flushed and fidgety. Slide your hand down your stomach. Squeeze your cock. Your eyes roll closed. There’s a smirk in my voice. You’re getting turned on. I knew you would. Keep squeezing. I watch you work your cock until your breath starts to speed up. Stop. Your features squinch the tiniest bit. Take your hand away. It leaves your pants regretfully, fingers slightly bent.

Imagine it. His hands slide over my breasts. Brushing back and forth over them until my nipples stiffen up. It feels so good – sweet little zaps of sensation. Then he glides into my bra and pinches them, sending a surge straight to my pussy and making me wet.

My blouse and skirt come off, leaving me in my lingerie and pumps. They are sapphire blue with a lace-paneled bra, panties, and strappy garter belt and stockings. His warm palm pushes against my mons, his fingers curling around the crotch of my panties, only the sheer fabric separating them from my labia. His middle finger curlstighter, digging in, pressing against my clit with the tip against the warm, damp gusset of my panties. He pushes it aside and dives into my wet warmth up to his first knuckle.

It’s okay. You can stroke again. Imagine how that wet pussy feels on his finger. I laugh at you.

He growls in my ear. I know how much he wants me, can feel the long, hard bump of his erection pushing against my ass through his pants. He takes them off,  his boxers and socks going with them. He quickly shrugs his shirt aside then pushes me toward the bed. I get down on all fours and move my hips side-to-side, showing him my ass and pussy through the panties, a wet spot on the fabric.

He bends over me, body covering mine, the heat of his chest on my back. My panties tear down my legs and off. He guides the tip of his cock to me and then shoves inside and starts to thrust, good and hard. My pussy gets pounded so well, as he bottoms out and hits deep inside again and again.

That’s it. Stroke your cock. Imagine what it would feel like to watch all that happening, knowing it was him and not you – his superior cock the one to pleasure and satisfy me.

Stroke harder! Now stop. Leave that dick throbbing while you imagine us changing position. Next I ride him. You can see that cock going in and out of me, the sheen of wetness on the shaft, the way my lips pull and grasp around him. The smell of sex is in the air. His grunts and my moans rise up from the bed.

You may touch the underside of your cock with one finger. Tease it. Feeling jealous? Horny? Both at once? I bet you are. I turn my back on you, then look over one shoulder. Hmmm…? What’s that? You want what? You want to stroke your cock some more? Why should I let you do that? After all, you haven’t done anything to earn it. You are not the one who can satiate me.

Aw, are you getting desperate? What would you do in order to touch your dick? Would you lick my clit while he fucks me? What about getting him ready for me before we fuck? Would you suck his magnificent cock? What if it was the only way I’d let you whack off?

As I ride him he grabs my hips, starts pulling me to him harder, grunting louder. He drags me to his body again and again, burying his hard cock inside me, making me squirm and squeal. He pounds me until I come all over that spectacular cock with a cry, falling limp. Then he turns me over, flattens me to the bed, while he fucks me hard, slamming against my ass while his huge dick impales me. Finally, he comes inside me, shooting hot semen deep into my hole, filling me up with cum.

Would you like to see that? I know you would. I know you want to see that cream dribbling out of me, leaking from between my lips, drizzling onto the sheets.

His cock pulls slowly from inside, unblocking that little gush of cum. Would you lap it up? Would you get your lips right onto my opening and suck and lick it out of me? Say yes and you can touch your dick. Say yes and I’ll let you stroke and stroke until you come.

I laugh and watch you, dark eyes fully focused on your face, then your hands, flexing near your pants. Oh, it’s such a hard decision! My sharp laughter fills all the air around us. Is it difficult to breathe? Don’t worry. It’s not your decision, after all. You’re being forced. I’m making you do it.

My laughter echoes in your ears as your hand slowly goes to your cock. What are you thinking now? Would it be worth it to come? Your hand could close around your shaft and you could pull and soothe that cock. Do you want it bad enough?