Don't Move an Inch, Cuck

You've stripped naked. You've fallen to your knees. Your hands rest on your thighs.

"You will maintain that position until I give you permission to move," your wife instructs as she sits at the edge of the hotel bed. "You will not stroke your cock. Not once. You will not crawl closer. Not once. You will not do anything to distract me from enjoying a real man's cock. Do you understand, cuck?"

You love when she's dominant like this. It's what you've always craved. It's what she's only recently embraced being. It's thrilling, though.

"I understand," you answer.

She stands and saunters towards you. She lifts the bottom of her dress, revealing her bare pussy. She steps a little closer. You can feel the heat emanating from her smooth thighs. You can smell her arousal. She masturbates just a few inches from your face. The smell of her desire gets stronger. She moans. Your cock gets hard.

"He's going to fuck this pussy so hard tonight," she says. "He's going to fill me, to stretch me, to make me cum, to empty his balls inside me. This pussy is going to be a sticky mess before he's done with it. This pussy that no longer belongs to you, cuck."

Every fiber of your being wants to lean forward to taste your wife, to pleasure her, to aid her masturbation as she propels herself towards an orgasm. It takes genuine effort to maintain your position, to not run your fingers up her legs, to not try to stimulate or pleasure her in some way.

"You want a taste of my cunt, don't you?" she asks.

You look up and nod. "Desperately."

She plunges her fingers inside. She moans and pulls them free. She holds them close to your lips. She pulls them away and sucks them clean.

"Nothing for you, cuck. Not until he's had his way with me. Not until I've satisfied myself with his superior cock. Not until I've gotten absolutely everything I crave from him. Then you can taste me, but only if you stay right here. Only if you're a good, silent cuck. Only if you watch as another man fucks me the way I need to be fucked while you remain still like a good boy."

"I'll be a good boy," you say.

She steps back, bends over, and kisses you softly on the cheek. "I know you will," she whispers. "Because there's nothing in the world you crave more than putting your tongue in my pussy after my bull has cum inside me."

At that moment, he knocks on the door. She stands and walks away. She's right, of course. Your favorite thing in the world is tasting her pussy after her bull has had his way with her, so of course you'll be a good boy tonight. You'll be absolutely perfect.