The ultimate deep cucking
Prologue:
“Remember, don’t you dare speak a single word once he arrives…” she said, inspecting my cage throughly, before returning the key to her necklace. It felt snug and my balls ached already.
“You asked for this…” she continued, “so don’t let me down…. You know what will happen if you do, don’t you?”
“Yes ma’am” I responded, I shuddered at the mere thought. “1 year locked in chastity…”
A smile spread across her face as there was a knock at the door.
Main story
“Sit, cuck” he instructed, a deep thunder rumbling within his voice, standing over my wife before kissing her passionately at the foot of the bed. I shuddered, complying immediately. I whimpered as I watch his hands grab at her exposed ass, feeling her melt into him.
She was dressed as he had instructed, her brown hair back into a tidy ponytail, minimal makeup to show her natural beauty, mascara, with a black corset pushing up her ample cleavage with black matching stockings and heels, but her shaven pussy completely void of any cover.
He was definitely her type, a gym fit man in a suit in his mid 40s, a decade older than her. He had a massive alpha energy, controlling the room from the moment he walked in. She broke the kiss, pulling his jacket off his shoulders and hanging it on the chair behind him.
“On your knees, my little slut” he growled, her big brown eyes obediently fixed to his as she slowly knelt in front of him, wasting no time in reaching up and unzipping his fly and working free his belt, tugging his growing cock free from its confines.
I could see the same excitement in her eyes, guiding the tip of his cut cock between her lips and immediately working it in and out of her mouth as he slowly unbuttoned and removed his shirt, placing it over his jacket. It freed up his pants slightly, dropping to reveal the full glory.
I could tell she would love his length and girth, about 8 inches of firm meat with a slight up curve near the base, to get to those hard to reach places. He reached down, placing his hand on the back of her head. Even with a face full of cock, her smile couldn’t be hidden.
He gently guided her lower, her hands cradled at the small of her back as he gently but firmly fucked her mouth, the deep gurgling noises from her throat filling the room.
“Good girl” he cooed proudly, withdrawing his cock and smearing the spittle all over her face. “Beg me for it…”
She didn’t hesitate.
“Please daddy fuck me!” She hummed, her mouth dropping to his balls and begging between slurps. “Please wrap your big alpha cock as quickly as you can and take me in any and every way you desire”
“Good girl” he cooed proudly, reaching over to the packet of condoms on the table before hesitating and handing her a set of handcuffs. “While I’m sorting myself out, handcuff that cuck to the chair, I don’t want him getting any ideas…”
I whimpered silently as she approached, her eyes shimmering with anticipation. I was hypnotised watching the key to my chastity cage swing between her breasts making the blood rush to the confines of the cage causing discomfort. I tried to protest as she guided my wrists to the arm of the chair but she quickly hushed me.
“Don’t” she said firmly, clicking my left wrist into the cuff and securing it to the arm of the chair, when switching to the other arm. “You asked for this… you fucking begged for it you little cuck…”
“What’s taking so long, babygirl?” He asked as I saw from behind her his cock, now covered in a condom, swung victoriously as he moved towards us and she finally clipped the second hand into place.
“Sorry daddy” she said over her shoulder, “the latch was a bit stuck…mmmmm”
She moaned as his large hands gripped her hips, gently exploring her body. She bit her lip, only inches from my face as I heard the smack of wet lips parting as he gripped her ass cheeks and inspected his prize. I watched him grip the base of his shaft, guiding it into her from behind.
She gasped at first, the stretching of her insides clear from the way her mouth hung open, her eyes glazing and rolling slightly. He took his time, slowly gauging her capacity before unleashing on her.
The sound of his huge balls slapping against her clit was only drowned out by her unmanageable screams, her face only inches from my own as it contorted with a mixture of emotions ranging from pleasure to surprise to overwhelming excitement, with all the complexities in between.
Her fingernails dug into my arms, her balance fighting against the shock waves that pounded through her tiny frame. It was a battle for her, especially given she was wearing high heels and the ferocity at which she was being railed.
Sensing her struggle, he engaged and spun her around, lifting her effortlessly and carrying her over to the bed and laying her on her back. As he kissed her again, he plunged back inside her and her gasps felt even more overwhelming.
“You are so fucking wet, babygirl” he moaned and he slid his arms under her legs, folding her in half as her ankles pressed into the sheets behind her ears. The result was the view I had of his massive cock sliding in and out of her was perfection, seeing her face and the intimate details as he slowly, yet powerfully, pleasured her.
“I’m sorry daddy, I can’t help it I just am so turned on…” she admitted, pausing for a second and then blushing as she admitted. “And I am… like… ovulating and the moment so.. yeah that always makes me very…. wet… I’m sorry…”
“Don’t be sorry…” he whispered. “It’s a beautiful thing, knowing this is what your body craves, that it isn’t just a mental or physical desire, it goes all the way deep down to the cells and the chemistry within you… I love it!”
I could see her cheeks blushing as she stared deeply into his eyes, melting into him. He released her legs and they immediately coiled around his back as she ground up into him, his pelvic bone grinding into her clit.
I knew the half gasp well, her sharpness in her breath before the first shudder emulated from her hips, radiating outwards as her body stiffened from head to toe. I watched as her ass clenched and she came on his massive cock.
It brought its own sense of wonder, my self doubts amplified. I’d never made her cum that fast, certainly not without any foreplay. Shit I could barely last that long without finishing myself.
Her cries rang out like a primal creature. She cared not that it was 11am in a central Auckland hotel room or that everyone on the floor knew exactly what she was doing in that moment. Her nails dug deep into his back as he powerfucked her through the climax before she finally lost her grip.
Not to be outdone, he grabbed her legs and dragged her back to the edge of the bed, standing on the floor as he held her ankles wide and pummeled her with a barrage of strokes, her body red-lining and she exploded in the fury of a second and then a third orgasm in rapid succession before she collapsed.
Sensing her need for recovery, he slid from her and rolled onto the bed beside her, panting. Sweat glistened on their bodies as they sat there in silence for about 30 seconds, chests puffing up and down as they recovered before he looked down.
“Fucking things…” he muttered, and as his hands dropped to his penis his leg moved so I could see what he was saying, the condom having rolled up slightly.
“Yeah, they are annoying” she concurred. “And natural always just feels so much better… but you know…”
“It does…” he agreed, pausing for a moment and choosing his words wisely, before carefully continuing. “You know I am clean… and unlike your cuck over there… I can control myself and pull out…”
I swallowed deeply as she hesitated.
Wait… what? Was she really considering this??
“I know I shouldn’t…” she began, reaching out to the base of his cock, causing me to shudder as her left hand wrapped around the base, her wedding ring on his huge member a sight to behold. “But you are right, it really does feel so much better raw…”
She hesitated. Shuddered.
“No… I shouldn’t… oh but… it just feels so much better…” she mused slowly, almost to herself.
I watched as she took a good grip of the rubber sheath, looking up at me as she tugged it off and tossed it recklessly in my direction. Without hesitation, she rotated and swung her leg over him, her ass in full display as she reached down to grip and guide him, and lowered herself down onto her length.
Her gasp was astounding, her eyes locked on my own, before turning to face him. She was so engaged, and I could barely even comprehend it was happening, until she leaned slightly forward.
I swallowed as her cheeks parted, his unsheathed cock glistening with her slick juices as she bounced up and down on him. She was so wet, her juices running everywhere as she rapidly found a rhythm of hurried strokes, each bounce more intense than the next.
Even the sound seemed so much more pure, the slickness, the wetness, somehow seemed even more intimate.
My heart was in my throat as I made the sudden realisation of how much she was enjoying riding him, his cock much bigger than mine enabling her to ride a much deeper stroke length than she ever could with me. My mind flashed back to the last time she rode me and the frustration on her face each time she slid off my feeble length and broke her momentum. The thought made my cage feel even tighter.
Her enthusiasm build with her speed, the sound of skin slapping on damp skin filling the room. His hands reached around to her ass, pulling her cheeks apart to I could have a ringside view, my mind still unable to comprehend why I seemed to enjoy this even more than protected sex.
“Fuckkkk daddy!” She cried loudly as her body began to shake, before her hips slammed down onto her pelvis and she exploded with a deep and powerful orgasm.
Each wave rolled through her body, her legs shaking as each nerve in her body was as engulfed with energy until she half collapsed forward onto him.
The grin he had on his face as she slowly swirled, returning to this dimension was priceless.
“Wow” he smirked. “Maybe you need to give me a little warning next time you want to cum like that, babygirl. Or maybe I won’t be able to control myself after all… fuck!”
The giggle she let out was soaked in attraction and I could smell the pheromones dripping from each and every cell on her body. I could feel her desire but what she said next stunned even me.
“Maybe I don’t want you too…” she said, biting her bottom lip and shooting me a glassy eyed look. Her hips began to move back and forth again as she slowly resumed riding him and a possessed grin spread across his face in prospect.
“What do you mean by that, babygirl?” He asked, knowingly.
“I want your cum, daddy!” She moaned, hurriedly. “I want your thick, white , alpha load deep inside me!”
“Even though you know what could happen?” He asked.
“Especially because I know what might happen!” She responded with enthusiasm. She looked back to me as she said the words that made my entire soul vibrate.
“I want you to breed me…”
Her hand dropped and rubbed his balls, a sure fire to always make me cum and his groan told me it had the same effect on him. It was a half grunt and I knew he wasn’t turning back now, but as he grabbed her and rolled her to her back once more.
It felt like a true alpha move. He wasn’t just succumbing to her overwhelming pleasure, giving up and finishing too early like I did, but he was fully fucking her and owning her pussy. He pushed her legs up to her ears, in full primal mode, making sure his dick was as deep as possible a she legs shook and with each deep stroke.
Their grunts and groans were not of a language I had heard before, yet something so pure I understood each inflection and expression completely, deep in my soul. My head swam as he drove deep, then held as he cried out.
My eyes zoomed in as his balls tightened and raised, his ass clenching as he unloaded the first spurt of cream into her womb. The effect on her body was instant, each nerve tightening, her fingers digging into his back and her legs breaking free in the chaos, wrapping around his buttocks, not to pull him deeper, but make sure he didn’t escape as her eyes shot wide open.
I watched in awe as his cock pushed rope after rope after rope of potential babies inside her, his entire body thrusting with all its might while locked inside her. Her entire being climaxed yet again as the collapsed, intertwined in a chorus of “fuck”, “ohhhgaaawd” and variations on “yes!!”
I felt her pussy pulsing the way it always did, hungry, gripping and sucking his seed deep within her, even after he was finished. He held deep within her for what felt like hours, but time was a squirley reference yet had to be at least a couple of minutes as they regained their senses and I knew this was just giving her time for his seed to take, holding the door shut, no escape.
As he slid from her, he moved to the side, holding her legs up and encouraging gravity to take his mess deeper into her. I watched as her pussy, although stretched out from his superior girth and length, continued to pulse, willing a baby to form in her core.
I glanced down at my lap, a plethora of precum saturating the area, his stern voice interrupting my nervous energy.
“No, cuck” he growled. “You look at your wife’s cunt as it leaks my cum, don’t you dare look away. That’s it… you see my seed dripping from her? That’s all mine, just like her pussy. I own your wife’s pussy now…”
I shuddered as he remained with one leg held by an arm, but reached down and gently pursed her lips apart. If I had been allowed, I would have whimpered, the view undeniable, her insides flooded with thick, white, alpha seed. Even still, whether it was purposeful or instinctive, her pussy clenched again and again, trying to suck his DNA deeper and deeper into herself.
I could see the sneer of victory on his face in my periphery, his sudden gasp distracting us both.
I looked up to see her tongue flicking back and forth across his half soft tool, collecting the mixture of his and her own juices and swallowing them with grandeur. I made a scarring mental note that even half hard, he was still larger than me.
“Please daddy, can I have some more?” She smiled playfully up at her. He grinned back, pleased at her thirst.
“Of course you can, my little cumslut” he said proudly, and much to my surprise, as she pulled off him he was already hard again.
He grabbed and spun her to her knees, purposefully facing her towards me so I could see the look on her face as he slid into her sloppy slit once again, rapidly coming up to full pace as he face contorted with pleasure and satisfaction once again.
What followed over the next few hours was one of the most intense experiences of my life, sitting silent and aching as I watched my wife get bred again and again and again and again.
I lost count or the number of times she climaxed, and eventually how many times his seed filled her. They only stopped for some light refreshments delivered via room service before she once again instigated further breeding.
I was utterly shocked and embarrassed with myself that he managed to stay hard through so many round of intense and passionate sex, making me reevaluate my own performances and how I had been letting her down. She had cum again and again until they finally collapsed onto the bed.
“I’m done” she gasped. “My body can’t take any more… fuck I’ve never felt so full…”
“I’m proud of you” he smiled, kissing her forehead before moving over to me, uncuffing my wrists as he addressed me. “You know it’s kind of pointless, because my seed has almost certainly already taken within her….”
He pulled me by my wrists, guiding me to my knees off the edge of the bed between her legs. It was such a unique feeling, a place that seemed so familiar to me, yet looked so different all messed up, stretched out and covered in various juices.
“But…” he continued. “You can attempt to clean all my cum from her if you like… eat it all up like the cuck you truely are…”
His chuckle nearly killed me. I looked up her desperately seeking guidance, but she was still away with the fairy’s, drunk on his cum.
“I’m going to hit the shower…” he said and somewhere in the background I head the bathroom door close and water start running, but all I could do was sit and remain hyper fixated on what was spread out before me. Instinctively I began leaning forward, licking the inside of her thigh.
She let out an encouraging whimper, so I did the same on the other thigh and then moved closer to the inside of her groin. The flavour of her juices and sweat and his seed lingering my mouth, I swallowed them as she hummed deeper in approval.
I knew she wanted it.
Stop trying to justify it.
I knew I wanted it.
I swallowed down what remnants of pride I had remaining and slid my tongue into her creamy pussy. The full cream flavour mixed with what it all meant made my cage swell and strain and ache as I drew the consents back into my mouth, swallowing it greedily.
I returned to the well, again and again gathering his seemingly endless supply of cum from her with increasing confidence and passion. I could feel her arousal once more, moving up to her clit before she scalded me.
“No, you are cleaning up” she growled without even looking down at me. “This is duty, not pleasure”
Epilogue
Somewhere behind or to the side of me, I heard the bathroom door swing open, but I kept cleaning, suprised he had managed to have a whole shower before I’d run out of cum to gather.
“Good work” he chuckled,looking down at me. “But looks like you missed a spot…”
He spread her ass cheeks and I flushed again, licking his drippings from her.
“Good boy” he said, then his toned changed. “Okay, I need to show you both something….”
We both sat up as he tapped on his phone, pulling up two documents and showing us.
“This is my recent STI test, showing all clear” he explained. “And just how we agreed, this is my confirmation of vasectomy, with sperm counts at zero”
I felt a huge amount of tension leave my body.
It had been a huge risk, a huge fantasy, but so worth it.
“Thank you, both of you” I sighed. “This has been… indescribable…thank you!”
“You are welcome baby…” she smiled at me. “And hopefully next time you will let him bring his friend who hasn’t had the snip….”
