SLIPPING INTO DEPRAVITY - Chapter 31, Sam Finds Out

SECOND CUCKOLDING, PART THREE OF FIVE

KAYLEY POV

They both turned to look at me.

“We don’t do time outs,” Leroy told me.

“We do now,” I said. “Look. You’ve come. Sam’s come. Neither of you are ready for action. This is a fucking role play. Let’s just take a break. We’ll go to the kitchen and have some coffee or something.”

Leroy stared blankly at me, trying to figure out what to do. I was breaking character horribly, I knew.

Finally, he shrugged.

“I’m cool.” He turned to Sam. “Hey Sam, you up for a coffee break? Probably beats standing in a corner for half an hour.”

“Uhhh... Yeah?” Sam replied.

Leroy nodded.

“Okay,” he said, reaching for his boxer shorts, “I think we need a break. I say let’s take half an hour, unwind. Relax before the next half. Kayley, you want to make some coffee for us?”

Wait! What? When did it become his idea?

But I decided not to fight about it. Obediently, I made coffee and poured for them. We all sat around naked in the kitchen, awkwardly at first, making small talk, and relaxing.

By small stages, the conversation turned to the role play.

Sam’s cock had filled out, and there was a sexual edge to the conversation.

Experimentally, I said, “Hey cuck.”

Leroy paused, but Sam quivered to attention. His cock literally swelled. Okay, I thought, I guess we were back on.

Slowly, I eased forward in my chair, spreading my legs. Both men watched me intently. I felt a flush of power.

“It’s time to make yourself useful. On your hands and knees, and lick my pussy, Cuck.”

Some part of me couldn’t believe I was saying that. I wanted to die of embarrassment, or laugh from the ridiculousness. But another part was excited, expectant, hungry for a result.

Sam actually slid off the chair, onto his hands and knees, and crawled to me. I felt wildly giddy, and amazed. And filled with a genuine sense of power. I wanted to laugh and grin, but kept my face impassive.

He started licking my pussy, his hands curling around my thighs.

“No!” I snapped.

He froze and looked up.

“Hands flat on the floor,” I said. “You lick my pussy like you’re a dog.”

He went down on all fours. His tongue went to work, his face pressing against my vagina. His semen was in there, a couple of drops, and a vastly greater quantity of Leroy’s. It must have been oozing out as his tongue lapped me. But he didn’t hesitate or complain.

I glanced at Leroy, watching us with interest and arousal, and then caught Sam looking up at me.

“Eyes down, Cuck!” I snapped. There was something about his whiplike obedience that excited me.

He didn’t just comply, he complied instantly. It was electrical between us, sizzling jolts, where we both got off. I knew he was into it, his mouth on my pussy had gone wild. That contact, the rapid eager movements of his tongue and lips told me exactly how he felt, how he was feeling. His tongue sizzled with hot eagerness at my commands. It was a non-verbal pipeline from his brain to mine.

As his tongue literally whirled, and his lips danced, I knew he wanted, or more accurately, he needed more jolts. Whatever button was inside him, he needed me to press it.

“How does it feel,” I asked, “licking Leroy’s fresh semen out of me and swallowing it. You must be enjoying the feeling. Having his come inside you is as close as you can come to being a man on the inside.”

Definitely, that jolted him. But I could feel a demand for more.

“That feels really good,” I sighed. And it was, fuck, this was one of his most enthusiastic oral sessions, he’d upped his game. “I think we’ve finally found something you’re good at.”

Jolt. But a craving in him for more.

“Too bad you lost your privileges to this pussy,” I teased. “Must be heartbreaking. So close to this beautiful, sexy pussy of mine, and another man... correction, an actual man... took it away from you. Poor Sam. If it’s any consolation, you weren’t ever any good, so no loss.”

His tongue was unreal. I put a hand on his head, into his hair, lifting a little and stroking to slow him down.

“It turns out, though,” I said, “you are good for something. Keeping my pussy nice and smooth and shaved, looking after me down there, so that real men can enjoy using me. And you’re very good at oral.”

“Tell me,” I asked, “which do you get off on more? Getting my pussy ready for other men to fuck, or licking me clean after?”

It was such a deliciously evil question that I was actually vaguely curious as to what he might say. There was no way out for him.

But I had no intention of letting him up, I just pressed his face into my pussy. I couldn’t believe how wet I was. I could feel the flow of sensuous fire in me, the slow pulsing waves. I wasn’t squirting, but I was so dripping wet I was on the verge of drowning him.

I looked over at Leroy and beckoned him.

“Come here,” I told him, “and see this.”

Leroy came over to stand beside me, grabbing my breast.

“Look at the Cuck,” I said to Leroy, but mainly for Sam to hear. “I think we have a division of labour. He goes down on me and licks my pussy... And you fuck it. He serves me, and I serve you.”

Sexual energy, sexual intensity was rolling off Sam in waves. I could literally feel it from him, I could almost see it in his back, in the luminosity of his skin, the flush of heat off him, in the micro twitches of his muscles.

He needed more.

“Hmm,” I said. “Hey Cuck, I told you not to look at me. But I’m going to kiss Leroy. So I guess while I’m doing that, I can’t know if you’re looking up at me making out with him or not. So I’ll give you a pass. But be careful I don't catch you, or I'll punish you. And don’t let me catch you looking when I finish...”

He knew I meant it too. There was something about the way that his mouth moved on my vagina, a lap of his tongue, that signified his understanding and eagerness.

“You’re a freak,” Leroy said, his mouth descending to mine. I opened mine to receive him. Our lips and tongues met and we kissed passionately. But the only thing I could think of was Sam watching, looking almost straight up as we kissed, his view of my breasts, the underside of my jaw, the angle he’d see.

We made out like that, and as each kiss parted. I made sure to move my hips a little just before I stopped to look down at him. In turn I could tell from the way Sam licked me, when his eyes carefully shifted downwards, so that I wouldn’t ‘catch him.’ As I kissed Leroy, we cut it closer and closer, the risk like electricity between us.

Inside I dared him to get caught, and I was ravenously hungry to catch him. It made me crazy. I was purring and panting, moaning and squirming.

Sam was triggering one small orgasm after another, like a string of pearls. But despite that, all I could think of was the erotic effect on him.

As I kissed Leroy, I began stroking his cock. Finally, with a mad grin, I brought his cock to my lips and started sucking, knowing full well Sam was watching. As I worshiped his tool, wildly slobbering in a messy way that left spots of drool on my breasts, I caught Leroy looking down, smirking. He wasn’t looking down at me, his eyeline was shifted. I knew he and Sam were making eye contact.

Another pearl of an orgasm swept through me, at that realization, this one more insistent than the rest. I let the cock drop from my mouth, gasping as it rolled through. I looked down at Sam, his eyes carefully downcast.

“You can’t lie to me, Cuck,” I told him breathlessly. “I can feel how excited you are, how you’re getting off on this. You’re so turned on right now, you’d hump my leg like a dog if I told you too.”

For an instant, his tongue went still with shock. I heard a subliminal gasp. Too far? Then his mouth returned, his tongue frantic, pushing between my lips, dancing a jig all around my clit. The idea was so degrading, so humiliating, but he was responding to it wildly. I could almost hear his heart racing.

“Would you like that, you worthless little cuck?” I said contemptuously.

It was delicious, and horrible. How could I face him afterwards? How could I look him in the eye when it was over? How could I do something like this to someone I loved? We all had our submissive aspects and our dominant aspects. But this was like a nuclear bomb going off in my dominance strata, releasing hot cruelty and a lust for control. The thought of making him do it...

His tongue beat out an answer - Yes! Yes! Yes!

“Fuck,” I said. “Why am I asking you? Like anyone gives a shit about your opinion. If I decide I want you to do it, you’ll do it.”

“What do you think, dear?” I asked Leroy.

For a moment, he was startled, caught by surprise.

“I dunno...” He began carefully. It was a little much for him I could tell by the nervousness. It excited me to think I was running ahead of him, but he caught up. “Have him do it?”

“You hear that?” I said. “Voting is against you. Remind you of anything? The Thai restaurant? I guess you didn’t expect that to come around against you. How’s it feel, you pathetic little cuck? Payback’s a bitch, isn’t it.”

Oh god, I was being so unspeakably horrible, and I couldn’t stop. It felt like I was on a roller coaster, out of control, everything wild and breakneck and extreme. It was breathtaking and delirious, I was either going to have an orgasm, or I was going to throw up.

I shrugged, elaborately.

“As it happens,” I said. “The only vote that matters is mine. And I’ve decided.”

I took a deep breath as the motions of his tongue meshed perfectly.

“Hump my leg like a little doggy. Show me how pathetic you are,” I commanded.

As I looked down, for a microsecond our eyes met, his were just shining. My lips quirked in the ghost of a smile, and I shook my head so slightly and subtly that even Leroy standing next to me didn’t notice, but Sam did. He blinked in answer, opening his eyes wide with eagerness. All right then, I gave the tiniest nod and waited for his response, his eyes dropped.

Yes! It was a yes!

I felt the brakes come off. Something wild and savage broke free inside me.

I really hoped I wouldn’t hate myself for this later on. But I was so fucking loving it, so crazy excited it was mind blowing.

“Do it!” I ordered, trying to make my voice cold as ice. “Do it now! I want you to show me how pathetic you are!”

As he lifted off my pussy, I leaned forward, guiding him backwards slightly with a fingertip on his forehead, allowing me space to cross my legs, folding one over the other. My top leg swung freely, my toes momentarily turning upwards.

“Don’t use your hands,” I warned him. “Clutch me with your forearms, just like a dog.”

With a frantic lunge, he wrapped his forearms tightly around my calves, up almost around my knee, bent forwards, and began to hump away frantically.

I straightened my foot, trying to brush it against his erection, now flopping wildly.

“It feels like you’ve done this before,” I sneered. “Have you been stepping out on me? Or maybe I should pay more attention to all those furniture stains.”

Leroy was watching us with fascinated horror. Had we shocked him? Good! About fucking time. I felt weirdly, oddly, proud of that. He was so insistent on being the ringleader, it was just satisfying to finally see him thrown, even if I had to be the worst human being on the planet, and do unspeakably humiliating things to the man I loved.

On some level, I knew it was my love for him that incited me to insane cruelty. My wild psyche tapped into that deep well, redirected it, and spurted with the energy of a toxic fire hose. Fuck, maybe I really was the worst person in the world, but this was so wild, so exciting, so fucking pleasurable I couldn't help it. Cruelty was like an orgasm, and I couldn't get enough.

Sam was humping so hard against my leg both of us were shaking. I could feel his cock brushing steadily against my foot, sometimes along the top, sometimes the ball or instep. His cock would thrust against my toes, and slide off. I wanted to tray and catch him with my toes, guide him against my foot. But he was moving too fast, his cock flopping too wildly. I got my foot arched downwards, toe pointed between his cock and his body, though he kept flopping.

“Come on,” I sneered. “Put your back in it. Do you want to come? Do you? Humping my leg? This is as close to my pussy as I’ll ever willingly let you get. Closer than you deserve. Do you want to come? Don’t you want to show everyone how worthless and pathetic you are?”

He didn’t answer. I appreciated that. What could he possibly say that could make this better? Or more intense? Or more degrading? Words would simply undermine this for him. He uttered a high pitched whine.

Fuck, I thought. Did he actually want to come? Did he want to pursue degradation right to the end?

Did I want that?

Holy shit, I wanted it so much! It was like the idea, once it had hatched, grew rapidly like one of those time sped up films about plants sprouting, until it was literally consuming.

“In fact,” I sneered. “I’ve decided. I want you to come, humping my leg like a worthless little dog. I want that useless little dick of yours to blow, just from humping. That’s your punishment for polluting me with your disgusting sperm and daring to mix it with Leroy’s cum in my pussy. Shoot. Shoot that pathetic little load.

He was going faster, wild, frantic, whining like some little bitch.

“I’m giving you a count of ten to blow. Ten.... Nine... Eight...”

On three, he grabbed my calves extra tight. I could feel a wet spurt against my foot and realized he was actually ejaculating. A weird mixture of arousal, triumph and disgust churned within me, as his frantic humping went spastic, and his whimpering pitched up high.

“Two....” I announce harshly. “One.... Zero... Stop!”

I’ll give him credit, as the count reached zero, he tried hard to stop and freeze, and after a few more frantic thrust and tremors, and uncontrollable ejaculations, he managed to halt himself, panting heavily. I was panting a little myself, despite the lack of physical stimulation.

I gave him a few minutes to calm down, and then gave him a gentle nudge to back him off. He released his death grip on my calves, backing up.

“You have cum on my toes,” I said. I bobbed my foot in front of him, as he crawled backwards. I held it forward. “Clean it off.”

Gingerly, he stretched his neck out, and carefully licked his own semen from my toes. I wanted to squirm. It felt as if any pressure whatsoever on my clit, and I would explode.

Satisfied, I uncrossed my legs, slowly spreading myself open in front of him.

“Look at my pussy,” I ordered. I reached down, spreading my lips apart, opening myself wide.

“This is where Leroy’s come goes,” I told him.

“Now look at this,” I ordered. I flexed my ankle, pulling back to show him the underside of my foot and a few pearls of his milky semen smeared along my instep.

“That’s where your cum goes,” I said silkily.

I deliberately put my foot down, grinding it on the floor, and stood up with more confidence than I felt. I was actually woozy. But I put my fists on my hips, shoulders squared, breasts high and confident, legs apart, and looked down at him as he knelt.

“Any questions,” I demanded.

He stuttered a little.

“N... N... No.”

“I didn’t think so, I sneered.

I glanced over at Leroy, I couldn’t help but grin, as if I’d performed some difficult feat of Olympic gymnastics, like some kind of dominatrix version of a triple spring somersault with a perfect dismount. Excited, satisfied, but drained.

“Fucking unbelievable,” he said. The praise made my heart leap. With one hand, I pulled him closer to me, and we kissed passionately.

“I guess Time Out is over,” I said.

I looked down at Sam, still kneeling, his cock pathetically limp and drooling his barren translucent watery semen all over the kitchen floor

“Oh,” I said, “by the way, just to make sure there are no more ‘accidents’ from now on the next time you’re lucky enough to put that pathetic little thing in me, which won’t be very often, I’ll guarantee you... You wear a condom.”

I paused.

“Of course, Leroy fucks me bare, whenever he wants to.”

Sure enough, even though he’d just come, I saw his cock twitch. I laughed harshly.

Just then, I felt Leroy’s touch, pulling me towards him. I went loose, allowing him to draw me into an embrace, his arm tight around my back, trapping one of my arms. I melted into him, pressing against his body, feeling his hard cock. He was ready. He kissed me brutally, bending my head back, forcing my jaws open, taking my breath away as his tongue pushed into my mouth.

I gasped involuntarily as he brought his free hand to my throat and squeezed, choking off my breath. Instinctively, I brought my hand up to pull his away. But I felt his head shake slightly from side to side, ‘No.’ I tried to swallow, and dropped my hand. His grip loosened.

“You’re a piece of work,” he whispered, his hand on my throat just tight enough to silence me. His expression was intense, lust and something else underneath. Uncertainty? Fear? “Such a hot piece of ass.”

He looked down at Sam, on his knees, his cock limp between his legs.

“Isn’t she a hot piece of ass?” he asked, Sam. “Just totally fuckable? Just a ripe piece of fuck meat? Grade A cunt?”

“Yes,” Sam whispered, as we looked down on him.

Leroy smiled sadistically.

“Yes... what?”

“She’s a ripe, fuckable Grade A cunt,” Sam said quietly.

“Fucking right,” Leroy said. “And you had her all to yourself. I got no idea how that happened.”

Leroy turned to me.

“How’d you end up with this loser?” he asked me. His grip loosened on my throat. I almost coughed.

“I didn’t,” I told him. It was weird, it was like he was insecure, somehow. I navigated my way to something to stroke his ego. “I ended up with you, he just delivered me to you. That’s all he was good for.”

Leroy laughed. “Good fucking answer.”

He dropped his hand, letting it slide down my throat, all the way between my legs. He gripped my pussy roughly, hard enough to make me gasp, pulling my hips forward wantonly.

“Nice fucking pussy,” he whispered.

“Your pussy,” I husked, I decided to flatter him, just to silence that odd trace of insecurity I'd glimpsed in him. “You own it, You conquered it, You took it from him, and me. It’s yours.”

That worked, his cock flexed against me.

“Good fucking answer,” he said again. “You’re hitting it out of the park, cunt. That’s all you are, right?”

“I’m just a cunt,” I said. “Your cunt. Your property.”

He laughed, mollified. His grip eased.

“She’s on a roll,” he told Sam gleefully. “I got to thank you, bud. You really came through. You wouldn’t believe how juicy you got her for me. I don’t know if it’s that cuck tongue, or the way she uses you for a punching bag, but you got her ready for my cock.”

“I want you to piss on Sam,” he whispered.

My body stiffened, I froze. Too much, too dark, too ugly. I couldn’t go there.

“I can’t,” I whispered back.

“Can’t? Or won’t?”

Both, I thought.

“Can’t,” I whispered. “I just went to pee, remember, on the time out.”

He nodded.

“Right. Yeah. Oh well.”

Maybe, I thought, if Leroy wasn't around. If he wasn't ordering it. If it was just me and Sam... No! Too much!

Leroy shifted, moving, his other hand sliding from around me. Grabbing my free hand, he twisted it up behind my back, making me gasp.

“You ready to get fucked again, cunt?” He used the arm twisted up behind my back to swing me around, bending me over the kitchen table. The motion dislodged two of the coffee cups which smashed on the floor. His cock found my wet hole, opening me.

“By you,” I grunted out, “Always!”

But he was already sliding slowly smoothly inside, even as my face pressed against the surface of the table. I groaned loudly as he thrust slowly and smoothly, filling me. Pleasure rippled through my body, his pressure on my back pushing the air out of my lungs. But with the sensation of his cock in me was a kind of psychic whiplash, I’d gone from literally insane domming to utter submission almost in heartbeats. I felt a kind of mental vertigo, the world spinning as he thrust into me.

“You liking this Sam?” he asked. “Me fucking what you obviously can’t handle? Say yes.”

“Yes,” Sam said, his voice strange. Aroused, frightened, but hypnotized by the sight.

“Loving it?” he asked, picking up speed. The pressure on my back, from his arm twisting, was almost painful. My legs kicked.

“Yes,” Sam said, his voice crackling with untertainty and tension, “I’m loving it.”

“I bet you are,” Leroy laughed. The thrusting slowed and stopped. His voice became thoughtful. “You don’t have much of a view there though, bud, kneeling in your own cum.”

He let me arm go, I whipped it around with relief, dislodging the last coffee cup. Damn! There went the set, fuck, fuck, fuck! But that moment of distraction ended suddenly, as he grabbed my hair, pulling me upright. I reached back, to hold the back of my head. Where was all this roughness coming from?

“Tell you what,” Leroy said, swinging me around and marching me out of the kitchen, “we need to get you a better view of me fucking your girl. Get up off your knees.”

“Thanks,” Sam said.

“Anything for my Bud,” Leroy said magnanimously, “oh, and grab the phone. Let’s get this recorded for posterity.”

Oh I'd forgotten about the phone! Damn! The thought that we hadn't recorded the leg humping was almost heartbreaking.

I couldn’t see Sam because Leroy was frog marching me into the living room. I didn’t mind actually, the kitchen was full of broken crockery and probably spilled coffee. Not really good for stepping on. We’d have to clean that up. In the kitchen it would just keep on distracting me.

Leroy marched me into the living room, we paused, as he seemed to look around. I sensed Sam padding behind us.

“Now,” he said to himself, his cock brushed my ass, I felt myself quiver submissively, “where’s a good place to fuck the shit out of you.”

I was still getting weird vibes off him, he was naturally dominant, but now it felt like he was trying too hard, as if his confidence had broken, if that made sense.

He steered me towards the sofa chair, as my knees brushed it’s cushion, he pushed me forward and down, holding my hip in place, but arching my back down.

“Ass up, darling,” he ordered. “Head down.”

I obeyed, letting him guide me into place.

“Spread your legs,” he said, slapping my ass lightly.

“Yes Sir,” I mumbled, bending forward. My head made contact with the cushion seat and I braced myself on forearms, arching my back. I spread my legs wider, and felt his hand slipping up against my wetness, making me gasp.

“Step up, Sam,” I heard him say cheerfully. “I want you to see every minute of this. I want you to enjoy me fucking your wife better than you can. You recording?”

“Yes, Sir,” Sam said. Was that the first time he called Leroy ‘Sir.’

“Good boy,” Leroy said. “I want you to be able to watch and enjoy it later. Make sure you get this...”

For a moment, time stretched out. Unable to see, my face pressed down, my position ungainly, I could only wait as Leroy’s hands slid up and down the insides of my thighs, fingernails scratching, fingertips teasing my clitoris. Two fingers slid inside me, and I began to moan.

“Don’t move,” he ordered me. “Stay perfectly still.”

His fingers slid inside, teasing around my g-spot, thumb stroking my clit with practiced ease. One hand slid back and forth over my ass, and then his other thumb pushed into my ass. I trembled all over, moaning. He chuckled and kept working, until my body was trembling.

“Do you want to get fucked?” he asked calmly.

“Yes please.”

“Beg.”

“Please fuck me, Sir,” I whimpered.

“Whose cunt is this?”

“Yours.”

“What are you?”

“A cunt.”

“Anything else.”

“No, Sir,” I mewed. “I’m nothing but a cunt, only a cunt, your cunt and nothing else.”

Leroy chuckled, I could feel his satisfaction radiating off him, I could feel it in the way he touched me. His insecurity had faded away.

“Hear that, Sam?” Leroy asked. “You got that recorded? That’s a keeper. We’ll get her to do it again later, make it a permanent loop for her, she can listen when she goes to bed. Make it her ringtone.

“Oh god!” I mumbled, it was so degrading, so filthy, it was like having a mini-orgasm. My hips twisted slowly, suddenly, the need to be taken by his cock was blinding. I was so instantly hungry it was like my pussy gaped for him, I could feel it flex.

But if Sam replied I didn’t hear it, as Leroy slowly slid his cock all the way into me, filling me with exquisite satisfaction.

“Oh god, oh god yes.”

“I am your god, cunt,” he told me with gloating satisfaction, as he gripped my hips and started to fuck me with hard deep strokes, reducing me to a living, willing, dripping wet fleshlight.

Leroy started to pound me, his cock opening and filling me in deep thrusts that made me gasp. From this angle, the way he entered, I could really feel him. It was almost like riding him, except my face was shoved into the padding at the back of the chair, and I couldn’t see him or Sam.

Suddenly, as I drifted in a wanton orgiastic haze, a wicked idea slipped into my mind, almost fully formed. I pushed back suddenly against Leroy’s cock, giving myself a little space.

“Let’s change,” I whispered.

He kept fucking me, so I said it again.

“You’re fine right here,” Leroy responded, thrusting back into me. My back stiffened, refusing his push. Bracing on one elbow, I shoved back, reaching under and between my legs with free hand.

“I want to do something different,” I grunted. “Come on... Lover.”

I’d almost said Leroy, but aware that Sam was right there, I had an impulse to switch. Darling? My love? Some term of endearment I used for Sam? I settled for Lover. Not quite what I wanted, but I hope that Sam would pick up, that he’d get that Leroy’s status was elevated, even as his declined. I don’t know if Sam did, but Leroy picked up on it, his thrusts shifted.

“Lover?” he asked.

“Lover,” I whispered. “Master. Sweetheart. Owner. Darling.... God... Everything.”

His rhythm changed, I had the sense he turned a little to look at Sam, and I imagined a smirk.

“Sure thing, sweetheart, darling,” he said, his voice was gloating.

Deep down, I shivered, my stomach tightened, as if I’d crossed a line I didn’t even know was there. Don’t think about it, I told myself.

Don’t think about it, Sam, I mentally ordered. It didn’t mean anything, I told myself. Keep going, I thought.

"Something different? You have an inspiration?" he asked.

Leroy’s thrusts slowed, becoming slower and less brutal, as if he was thinking it over.

“Come on, stud,” I whispered. Stay with the idea, I told myself, keep going. “I promise you’ll love it.”

“Oh yeah?” he asked. “What are you going to do?”

“Fuck with the cuck,” I said, “like I promised.”

I needed to squash little cuck bug, a wild hunger that seeped past my submission.

"I don't know if I should let you," he said thoughtfully. "I like you where you are."

He stopped, I could feel his cock pulse slowly in me. Then, a moment later, I felt a smack, and a ripple stinging pins and needles as he slapped my ass. His cock slid out. I felt him stepping back.

“Okay,” Leroy said. “Let’s see what you got.”

Relieved, I got off the chair and stretched, glancing back. My face had left a dimple in the cushioned fabric. The idea was still unfolding deliciously in my mind, and I could hardly wait. Reaching for Leroy, I guided him until he was sitting on the chair, slouching down so that his butt was just on the edge of the chair.

“I’m going to ride you,” I told him.

“I don’t really like that,” he warned, his expression stiff.

I leaned in between his legs, balancing myself on the arm of the chair, and kissed him wantonly, our tongues sliding. His hand found my nipple and pulled on it like a cow’s udder, triggering the now familiar sensation of arousal and discomfort. I pressed my mouth to his, tasting his wet spit.

“Trust me,” I whispered as our lips parted and joined as I showered him with soft teasing kisses. “You’ll love it.”

Finally, he nodded, his expression wary. I realized, I’d never been on top with him. No cowgirl, no reverse cowgirl. Weird. It had always been intense and headlong with him, he’d always been in control, so I’d never thought about it really.

Lifting off, I turned around straddling him backwards. His hands curled around my hips, subtly taking control. But instead of sinking down, I sat on his pubic area, just in front of his cock, holding it in my fingers, pressing it up against my mound.

“Sam,” I called, “come here. Stand in front of me.”

He took a place a foot in front of us, his erection rampant. I absolutely knew he thought I was going to take him in my mouth.

I almost wanted to cackle. Oh you poor boy... Instead, I pushed him back another foot, my palm flat against his belly, carefully not touching his dripping cock. I had plans.

Glancing down, I stroked Leroy’s erection between my thighs. Sam was holding the phone, recording me playing with Leroy. Not good enough, I thought, I wanted his undivided attention.

“Put the phone away, Sam,” I told him. I glanced at the table near us. “Put it over there, just set it up there, and come back.”

We took a moment as he angled the phone on the table, I wasn’t sure what he’d be able to record. I didn’t really care. Making video seemed to be a boys thing, I thought as I rubbed Leroy’s cock back and forth against my clit, enjoying the sensation. I could feel Leroy’s hands on my hips, trying to guide me to lift up and sink down on him. I glanced back at him, shaking my head slightly. Not yet.

Hey! Leroy had never licked my pussy. Not even once. What was up with that? Peculiar. I filed the thought away, almost forgetting it, as Sam returned to stand in front of me.

“Hey, baby,” I said to Sam, my voice soft and loving. “I just wanted to check in and make sure you’re all right.”

I smiled at him, watching him stare at my naked body, breasts firm, nipples hard, practically shining, Leroy’s cock thrusting between my spread thighs, concealing my pussy. I swayed and arched very slightly, squirming on Leroy’s lap. Sam’s eyes were hungry as he stared. His erection was rigid.

“How are you doing?” I asked.

“Good,” he mumbled. His voice was low, tentative and uncertain, despite the clear urgency of his cock. It felt like a paradox, how could one part of him be so rigid and another part so timid.

“You’re good?” I repeated, wanting to explore it a little more.

“Yeah,” he replied, even more of a mumble, even more tentative. His cock throbbed, a bead of precum forming at the tip, as it lifted on its own.

“I’m not being too rough on you?”

“No.”

“You can handle it?” I asked, my voice rising slightly, teasing. I rolled my hips so that Leroy’s cock moved up and down a full inch, sliding smoothly against my pubic mound, Sam tracking it intensely. “My brave little cuck-baby.”

“I can handle it,” he whispered, stung. His hand reached for his cock.

“Don’t do that,” I warned, the warmth suddenly gone. “Don’t touch it while we’re talking. Hands at your sides... please.”

“Sorry,” he whimpered, jerking his hand back. Oh god, I loved cracking the whip on him, his reactions were perfect!

Forgiving, I smiled brightly at him, radiating warmth. I reached out, ran my fingers along his erection, it was rigid and almost feverishly hot, the skin stretched smooth and tight as a drum. I left my hand out there, almost but not quite touching. When it rose, it would barely brush my fingertips.

“It’s all right, baby,” I said gently. “You just forgot. How are you doing, Sam?” I asked. “Are you enjoying yourself?”

“Y– y– yes,” he replied

“I know,” I said sympathetically. I gave it a light stroke, just enough to make him gasp out loud. His hips thrust a little, involuntarily.

There was something wildly exhilarating about his arousal. I wasn’t even doing anything, just teasing a little, and he was on the edge of orgasm. I wondered how long I could prolong it, how intense I could make it for him.

Maybe I could make him ejaculate without anything touching it, just bring him to such a point of arousal and excitement that he’d blow spontaneously, like the first time.

“I’m glad,” I told him gently, “that you’re enjoying it. Seeing me getting fucked by a real man. It must be such a turn on for you.”

He blinked, but in his general state of arousal, I couldn’t tell whether he’d gotten the sting I buried in here.

“You like to watch,” I said. “Don’t you?”

“Y- y-”

“Use your words, baby. Tell me you like to watch, say it.”

“I like to watch,” he gasped out.

“Good boy,” I said, like I was patting him on the head. I kept my voice soft and friendly and cheerful. “That’s all you’re good for, really. Just watching.”

He blushed that time. That got through. I was really enjoying this, the experience of saying mean things in a friendly soft way. I filed it away, I wanted to play with that again.

“That’s okay,” I told him gently. “You don’t have to be ashamed. I want you to watch. I like it when you watch.”

Slowly, I lifted up until I was straddling Leroy, my hips elevated, my pussy directly over his cock, my soft lips brushing it lightly. I didn’t have to see to know that Leroy had reached under to hold his erection in place for me.

“I want you to watch this,” I whispered. “Watch me take a real man’s cock.”

I smiled gently.

“Taking a real man’s cock while you watch helps make up for all the worthless, useless pathetic sex you gave me. Fuck, I can’t even call it sex, can I. Just you going ‘uh! uh! uh!’ while I pretended to care. God, you were such a fucking waste of time. I can’t forgive it.”

Lowering myself onto it, I felt the exquisite sensation of Leroy’s cockhead parting my wet lips, spreading me open wide as it entered. I sank slowly onto him, slower than usual, because I wanted Sam to experience it. I sighed loudly, and moaned passionately, arching my back, throwing my shoulders back and thrusting out my breasts. I studied his face, watching as he stared at my body, focused on my pussy and Leroy’s cock as it slid all the way in up to its hilt. I gave another theatrical moan of satisfaction, only half faked.

I loved the feel of it inside me, filling me, and I loved Sam watching it, the way it seemed to consume him.

“Oh that feels so good,” I purred, my eyes half lidded with satisfaction. I started to rock back and forth. “So much better than you. Did you like it, Sam? Did you like seeing me take Leroy’s big cock? I can’t tell you how good it feels.”

“Uhh...” he began. But I didn’t care. I just continued. I reached out, and grabbed his wrists, putting his hands on my breasts, enjoying the feel of them. I loved the way Sam played with my breasts, gentle but firm, always exploring. It reminded me of a blind man reading braille, he didn’t just grab them, he read them.

“Mmm,” I said, pretending not even to notice Sam's hands, “Leroy's cock feels so good. So much bigger and thicker than yours. I can feel the difference so much. He fills me like you don’t. And he uses it so good, so much better than you ever did.”

I moaned riding up and down on Leroy’s cock, his hands firm on my hips, guiding and controlling, while I was working my nipples against Sam’s palms. The sensations were amazing. Why couldn’t we just do stuff like this all the time?

“Thank you,” I groaned, as Leroy sunk me down low and I took him deep, grinding against his body, “thank you so much for telling me to take off my panties that night. I really owe you.”

I let go one of Sam’s wrists to reach between my legs and push against my clitoris as I rocked on Leroy. Oh yeah, that was good. I moaned again.

“If I hadn’t, I’d have never known what I was missing, would have never had a real cock, never known what it was like to have a real man come in me.”

Stopping suddenly, turning cold, my face losing all expression. Eyes narrowing, I fixed Sam with an evil stare.

“I’d have just kept on telling myself that you and your little dick were almost adequate,” I sneered, putting as much venom into my voice as I could muster.

It worked, Sam froze and blinked, uncertain, but his cock leaped. Okay, I decided, he was still into it. Whatever fucked up thing was going on in his male brain, it was grooving on it, that erection wasn’t lying.

“Tell me something,” I said sweetly, mischievously, “when you were watching me ride Leroy’s cock, what were you watching? My pussy taking his cock? Or his big cock, fucking me?”

Sam looked shocked, I ignored it and just kept on. Cutting off any reply he might have made.

“Were you feeling inadequate seeing it? Couldn’t look away?” I smiled. “Watching him do what you’re not man enough to do?”

His hands were no longer moving on my breasts. He’d frozen, too disoriented, too fascinated to act. I reached up and grabbed one of his wrists. That galvanized him, he didn’t resist, I used his free hand to continue to massage my breast. Carefully, I guided his other hand down between my legs, pulling him so he bent forward, his head dipping towards me.

I kissed him, quickly but affectionately, mindful that I was breaking character for an instant. Sam blinked in momentary confusion. Ouch, he’d caught me. I jerked his hand down, pressing the heel of his palm against my clit, feeling his hand against my lips, knowing that his fingers were sliding along Leroy’s hard shaft.

“Feel that?” I giggled, fuck I was getting so wet. I lifted up high, resisting Leroy’s pressure on my hips, until barely the head was in me. “Do you feel it, Sam? Do you feel Leroy’s cock against your hand? Do you feel how much bigger it is than yours? Do you feel how thick he is.”

There was no resistance at all, I thought there might be this weird homophobic thing that guys get twitchy over. But maybe I was wrong. I ground his palm against my clit, I was loving it. In this position, my clitoris wasn’t receiving any stimulation from fucking, and the added pressure as I masturbated myself against Sam’s palm was thrilling. It felt like I was getting away with something.

I kissed him again, carelessly, and then threw my head back, arching my back, sighing as I humped up and down on Leroy’s cock, jamming Sam’s hand between my legs, making sure he was grinding my pussy while also stroking Leroy’s shaft.

“Do you feel that Sam? Do you feel his cock fucking into me, opening me with each thrust. Oh god, Sam, it’s so good. So much better than you, there’s no comparison. Feel him Sam, feel his big cock fucking me. I love it. He just owns me with that cock, it conquers me, it makes me want to be ruled.”

Suddenly, I could feel him pulling away slightly, not real resistance, but just a tension. Oh, I wanted to keep him masturbating me as Leroy thrust up. But if he was feeling his limit, I didn’t want to force him.

I let him withdraw, keeping a hand on his wrist, and reaching out with my other to loosely cradle his cock in my fingers. Fuck, he was still insanely hard! It almost didn’t feel like flesh at all, more like hardwood, with doeskin stretched ridiculously tight over it. I caught his eyes, they were glassy, staring, he seemed almost hypnotized.

Once he was standing in place where I wanted him. I let my hand slip away, as I leaned back. We were barely out of reach of each other. From his position he could see everything. He could see my gorgeous body, my full breasts and hard nipples, my lust filled face, and most importantly, my pussy swallowing Leroy’s cock as I ground and twisted on it.

“Watch, Sam,” I ordered, grinning. “Watch me fuck a real cock. Watch a real man fuck me. This is what you want, isn’t it.”

“A real life porno, all three dimension, in sensurround, so close you could touch it... if I let you. Isn’t this hotter than any porno? Isn’t it hotter because it’s me? Don’t you wish you were doing it, or do you prefer watching, like a little cuck?”

I giggled.

“Don’t bother,” I cut him off as his lips parted. “I know the answer. We all do, isn’t that right, Leroy.”

“Oh yeah,” Leroy said from behind me. “Sam’s all abut watching. He’s a natural cuck.”

“That’s right,” I said, staring at Sam, my body flexing up and down, as he watched Leroy’s shaft slide in and out of me, he was utterly fascinated, transported. “You’re a cuck, aren’t you?”

“Say it,” I snapped, with just enough edge to get his attention. He met my eyes. “Say you’re a cuck. You love watching.”

“Say it,” I repeated.

“I’m a cuck,” he whispered, caught on a crucible of wild arousal and primal horror. He looked lost, as if control was slipping away from him, falling under an erotic spell.

“Good boy,” I sneered. Fuck, I wanted to play with my clit, but that would spoil his view. Would it turn him more to see me masturbate? Should I try? His eyes were like saucers, watching my pussy grind into Leroy's cock. I decided not to risk it.

“Good boy, that’s right, you’re a little cuck. And you like to watch. Say you like to watch.”

“I like to watch,” he said softly, fascinated. He exhaled as he said it, it felt like surrender. He was drifting.

Fuck, I decided to go for it, and slid my hand down, to make circles around my clit with my fingertips. His stare seemed to intensify just a little. Good.

“That’s right,” I told him. “That’s because you’re a cuck. Cucks like to watch because they’re useless. You’re useless. It’s okay, I don’t mind you watching, baby-cuck. I like it when you watch. It gets me off, knowing you’re watching me get fucked by a big hard cock better than you could ever be. You go ahead and watch. I want you to.”

His hand crept towards his erection.

“No!” I snapped. “Hands behind your back. Grab your wrist. You watch! You don’t touch your worthless little dick.”

He straightened, placing his hands behind, shoulders arching with self conscious awareness. I hissed with frustration, the order seemed to lighten the spell he’d been slipping under.

I’d distracted him, fuck. But I didn’t want him jerking off on his own. I needed to guide him back under.

“I want you to watch,” I cooed. “Just watch, baby-cuck. I want to put on a show for you. Just you.”

I slowed the tempo of my grinding, exaggerating the movement of my hips. I leaned away back, letting y belly slide from side to side, my breasts sway. I leaned back far enough for Leroy to reach behind to cup my breasts, seizing my nipples between thumb and forefinger and pulling on them hard. On this position, Leroy’s shaft was fully exposed as it slid into me, the angle almost making up for the lack of pressure on my engorged distended clit, poking out of its stretched hood. My pussy was on complete view, stretched on the cock pushing up into it.

“That’s right, baby-cuck,” I whispered. “Watch me get fucked. Don’t look at anything, don’t think of anything, just watch and see how fucking hot the show is for you.”

He seemed to relax, or perhaps stiffen, his awareness leaching away as he fell back into that fascinated trance.

“You like that?” I asked. “You like watching me get fucked by a real man?”

“Yes,” he whispered. His voice was hollow, I don’t think he even realized he was speaking. It just seemed to come out of him, without awareness.

His cock lifted on its own, pointing directly at me. It was fascinating. I’d never really seen them move on their own, but now it was almost alive. Rigid, throbbing, pulsing, jerking upwards again and again.

“It’s because you’re a cuck, aren’t you?” I asked, keeping the moments slow and sinuous, watching his fascination.

“Yes,” he replied, with that same distracted hollowness.

“Because you’re pathetic.”

“Yes.”

“You like watching me get fucked by a real man.”

“Yes.”

“Because you’re not a real man.”

“Yes.”

How far could I push it?

“Leroy’s bigger.”

“Yes.”

“He fucks me better than you ever did.”

“Yes.”

There was no resistance at all, it was like he was in a trance. It was fascinating.

“You want me to fuck real men, don’t you. So you can watch.”

“Yes.”

“You like me fucking real men. Men who can do for me what you can’t.”

“Yes.”

“You’ll let me fuck anyone I want.”

“Yes.”

Except you? Tell him I wouldn’t fuck him ever again, just everyone else.

I couldn’t do it. It was too mean. Try something else.

“Here’s the difference between you and Leroy, Sam. You let me, Leroy tells me. You do what you’re told, Leroy takes what he wants, and I love it when he does. You’re weak, he’s not. I guess that’s why he’s in charge, and you’re pathetic.”

“I do what he tells me. If he ordered me to fuck a stranger, I wouldn’t hesitate. I would do it,” I said.

Ooh, Sam's cock leaped hard at that. I pretended not to notice.

“You know that don’t you. If Leroy wanted me to fuck a stranger, I’d do it. It’s his pussy now, after all. It used to be yours, but you didn’t deserve it, so he took it from you, and you let him. I’d fuck anyone he tells me to. I’d fuck everyone he tells me to. And you know what...”

I paused, letting it drag on.

“They’d all be better than you. Every single one of them would be more of a man than you are. Bigger than you, harder than you, better at fucking me than you. That’s why I’d let them have me. I’d let every one of them cum up inside me.”

He was completely vacant, empty. Except for his cock, wildly rigid and almost jumping. A glistening bead of precum emerged and swelled as I watched. It was hitting him hard, and that made me wild.

“Because they deserve to cum in me,” I said. “They’re real men, with real cocks. Not worthless cucks like you, that watch and jerk off. I’ll never let you come in me again, you can just jerk off and spill it on the floor. But they’ll come inside me, and I’ll love it.”

I sneered.

“Would you like to watch that? You’d like to watch other men fuck me better than you could? I should have let Derek come in me. You’d have loved that. Then you could lick it out.”

I turned around, twisting on Leroy’s cock to look back at him.

“Did you know, when we woke up back at your place, after you finished fucking me and shooting a big load, when you went to shower, he couldn’t wait to lick your cum out of my pussy. He just went right down, he was so eager. He was a cuck all along.”

“Is that right,” Leroy replied, I could hear his satisfaction.

“Oh yeah,” I said. “And at the bar, both times you came in me, he was practically ready to lick me right there in the car. He really loves your cum, almost as much as I do.”

I laughed theatrically, turning to see Sam blushing wildly. But the wild intensity of reaction was fading. Where had I lost it?

“Maybe that’s what you’re good for,” I snarled. “Eating other men’s come out of my pussy after they’ve fucked me better than you ever could. Think about it, my stretched beaten loose pussy, oozing another man’s load, a complete stranger’s load. You could lick it as it oozes out of me. I’ll make you my cleaner after strange men fuck me. You’d do that for me, wouldn’t you? I bet you’d love it, you worthless cuck.”

There it was again. Fuck, I loved it so much! He was panting, red faced, eyes glassy, his cock so rigid and swollen with blood it was taut and feverish, bobbing steadily as beads of precum steadily emerged.

Fuck, he was so close it was insane. If I just touched him, I knew, that was all it would take, he’d explode. But I didn’t want that. I wanted to see how much further I could push him. I was hungry for it, his tension, his arousal was like a narcotic. I wanted more. He was strung tight as a guitar string, he was practically vibrating.

I wanted to make him snap.

The thought of licking other men’s cum from me after they’d used me had him on the edge of rapture. But still only on the edge. How could I push him over. Swallowing cum? Maybe drinking from the tap, sucking their cocks as I watched? Maybe getting them hard for me? Cleaning them after they fucked me? No wait, that was my fantasy.

What else?

Then I had it!

“Mmm,” I whispered thoughtfully. “All that come in me, in my fertile cunt. Just swirling around, seeping into my womb. I could get pregnant so easy. We’ve talked about kids.”

His whole body went rigid. I laughed maliciously.

“What was I thinking? The thought of having your children... that disgusts me.”

I laughed again.

“I mean, even if you could. Obviously, your little cuck sperm couldn’t do the trick. That’s ridiculous. I mean, how many times did you try and fail, right?”

Oh yeah, I thought, it was working.

“If I’m going to get pregnant, a real man will do it. Not you. I wouldn’t allow that. I’d want a real man, someone with a real cock, that knows what to do. I bet Leroy could get me pregnant. And all you’d do is sit there and watch him knock me up.”

I turned my head.

“Do you want to, Leroy. Did you want to knock me up and make me carry your baby. I’d allow you.”

“Bitch,” Leroy replied. “You wouldn’t allow fuck all. I’d tell you I was going to get you knocked, and you’d do it. I’d tell you to flush your pills and you’d do it right in front of me and Sam. I’d tell you to spread your legs, and I’d knock you up right in front of Sam.”

He laughed.

“Or maybe I’d just have him wait in the next room like a cuck, while I did it.”

“Oh god!” I moaned, shivers running through me. That was so disgusting. So hot, it made my heart race.

“Maybe you’d let someone else breed me,” I suggested, voice low and hungry. “Have a complete stranger fuck me. More than one. One after the other. Gangbangs. Have breeding parties, so many men coming in me that when I’m finally knocked up, I’ll never know who the father is. Hell, you could make it so I’ll have to wait until the baby is born to even know what race it is.”

“Oh fuck yes!” Leroy husked. “I’d do it.”

“Fuck!” I screamed, that was too hot and too evil, I could feel the thrill run through me, the beginnings of an orgasm. It was too distracting, I pushed it back. I didn’t want to come, I wanted to make Sam vibrate. My mind was on fire with thoughts and images. Sam looked terrified, closer and closer to the precipice, no longer in control at all.

“That’s right,” I said. “I’m going to let Leroy breed me like a cow. I’m not even going to let him, he’ll just do it, and I’ll want it. I want him to have strangers impregnate me, while you sit and do nothing. And if you’re a good cuck, maybe he’ll even let you watch.”

“Black,” I said. “I want to be knocked up by black men. Or Asians. Latins. Africans. Arabs. Indians. Sikhs... anyone but white. To take big black and brown cocks, stretching me out, coming deep, making me pregnant. I want you there to watch them do to my body what you never could, what you never deserved. I want you to know how much better they are than you in every possible way.”

A high pitch whine came from Sam, I don't think he even knew he was doing it. His cock was almost shining it was so stiff and swollen. A bead of precum slid down, as another began to form immediately after.

“Would you like that, Sam?” I sneered, voice dripping with contempt. “Would you like watch me get pregnant by some random black man? Or a brown man who doesn't even speak English? Or a filthy homeless man, toothless, drooling, caked with dirt, stinking of booze? Maybe a criminal thug all tattoed up fresh out of prison? I could wait outside prison, with my legs spread, waiting for some fucking rapist or gangster, hard with prison muscles? Do you think he'd fuck me right there, outside the prison? Maybe he'd share me with his gangster friends? As long as none of them were white, I'd do whatever he wanted? Would you like to see that, me fucked and knocked up by strangers. Watch my belly swell up, my breasts get heavy, every day, month after month, watching my body change and knowing someone else did it, think about watching me get fucked by stranger after stranger..."

Fuck, I was so close myself. My words had run away with me. I was sweating, heaving. But Sam's arousal was rolling off him in waves, he was suspended, crucified on his own lust, as I nailed him to it.

"..... while you sit and do nothing, because you’re useless," I finished.

My eyes flashed.

“Maybe Leroy could take me to a motel next to a prison and have criminals, rapists and murderers, gangsters, tattoos and muscles, fuck me one after the other. The minute they’re released, they can just line up on me so their first taste of freedom will be shooting load after load into my tight white pussy.”

An evil thought hit.

“Criminals, thugs, as long as they’re brown or black. Oh yes, gangsters with the guns and bling, owning me, keeping me in their crack house and passing me around.” I licked my lips. “I’d do anything Leroy wanted. I’d fuck homeless men, toothless and filthy, stinking of booze, dressed in rags. They'd line up, one after the other. I’d let them fuck me bare bent over behind dumpsters, dumping their cum in my fertile pussy, so they could knock me up with brown babies.”

I smiled.

“Maybe Leroy would let you watch?” I whispered, looking directly into his eyes. “All those filthy, depraved, dirty, degenerate men, criminals and drug addicts and homeless alcoholics, using me like the cheapest whore, making me come each time, getting me pregnant, doing what you never could. Every single one of them so much better than you!”

“I want that, Sam,” I hissed. “I want that so much, to get knocked up by a filthy awful men. So many men I'd never know who the father was. So many filthy strangers we wouldn't even know the baby's race until it was born. You know why? Do you want to know why?”

A high pitched whining sound was coming out of Sam, like the hiss of steam from a kettle. His face was so red it was dark, his pupils so dilated they were black, his body was rigid, I could almost see electricity crawling on his skin.

“For you, Sam,” I told him. “I want to have a black or brown, an African or Asian baby for you, I don’t care who does it as long as it’s not white, so that everyone, absolutely everyone, the nurse in the delivery room, strangers in a grocery store, teachers, everyone can take one look and know that you’re not the father.”

“I want to have a filthy stranger's brown baby so everyone will know what a pathetic, worthless cuck you are. That I let filthy men knock me up because you weren’t good enough. I want our friends to know, my parents, your parents.”

He was almost there! The excitement was overwhelming. Just a little more...

“And you know what, not one of them is going to be surprised, because they all knew, deep down, that you were just a worthless, useless cuck nobody, They all saw you for who you were, and now they’ll have proof.”

“I’ll get pregnant over and over. And you’ll raise them, because you won't have the guts to leave. Everyone will know I have brown babies, black babies, Asian babies, because you’re useless. That you’re not a real man. That I fuck African and Asian men right in front of you, because you don’t have the guts, you’re not a man. That I’ll fuck anyone but you. Even your parents, they knew all along. Your mother and father that you were just a fucking disappointment. You failed them, like you fail everything.”

“Everyone you love knows you’re a loser. Everyone in your life knows what a worthless failure you are. And every time I get pregnant, everyone will know it’s not yours because they know what a fucking loser you are. That everyone is better than you. That you’ll never have one. That any man will fuck me better.”

His body was rigid. It was happening, I thought wildly, it was going to happen. The energy was pouring off him. I couldn’t stop, the words were tumbling out. I was out of control, running wild, literally surging with unchecked energy.

“I want every man we meet to look at my black baby, and know what a fucking cuck loser you are. It’s what you want, isn’t it? You want any man to look at you, to look at me and know they can fuck me? That I‘ll fuck anyone but you. For strangers to know that they can take me, that they can do whatever they wants, that they can have me and you won’t do a fucking thing except wa—”

My words were cut off by Sam’s sudden unearthly howl. It wasn’t a human sound, it seemed to almost tear physically out of his body. He went up on the balls of his feet, back arching, every muscle straining and visible lit corded bands, his body shook wildly in a way I’d never seen before, a combination of thrusting, flailing and tremors, almost as if he was physically exploding. His cock erupted, as it leaped and lifted frantically between his legs like a salmon forcing its way up a waterfall, just one furious explosion after another.

Ropes of semen flailed into the air, spattering my breasts like forceful raindrops, it was astonishing. I’d never seen, never felt, him come so hard, ejaculate with such force. Vividly, I remembered the restaurant and him jerking off in the bathroom. He’d spattered the door of his stall then. Or how he’d literally erupted on the rooftop. But his was beyond those. I was amazed at how powerfully it affected him, the way it seemed to tear him asunder.

He couldn’t seem to stop, he howled a second time, still ejaculating uncontrollably, seed spewing everywhere, his cock thrusting and waving like a flag in a hurricane. Inside me, I could feel Leroy’s cock swelling up, filling me, semen bursting almost in tandem, triggered by the psychic detonation of Sam’s orgasm.

I was almost coming myself, right on the edge, luminous and numinous. I felt weightless, joyful, even heavenly. I felt this transcendent emotional ecstasy that went beyond sex, like I was a balloon filled with pure ecstasy, beyond ecstasy, this white hot blinding sensation.

I had had to drag him through hell, but it was worth it, I had just given Sam the most powerful, most awesome orgasm of his life, and without even touching him. I saw him transformed, transfixed, wrapped in the grip of such overpowering mind numbing pleasure that it was like God himself had reached down and wrapped Sam in his heavenly fist and was shaking him. In that moment, I had never seen him so pure, so primal, so elemental. I had never loved him more and more completely.

My near orgasm was forgotten. Leroy’s cock in me was forgotten, all that mattered, all that I could fit in the world was the absolute rapture before me, my gift to the man I loved more than life itself.

Sam howled again, this time, trailing off into a weaker note and then he seemed to deflate, all the energy visibly leaking out of him. Sam seemed to literally dissolve before my eyes, his eyes started to roll up into his head, his muscles no longer supported him. He went completely loose, swaying.

Jesus, was he going to pass out? I’d heard of women passing out from intense orgasms, but never men. But if a man could pass out from a mind blowing orgasm, this was it. He leaned forward, not out of any volition, but simply as a consequence of his body giving way. Concerned, I reached out my hands, lifting up partially off of Leroy’s cock, to steady him.

“It’s okay, baby,” I whispered urgently. “It’s okay, I’m here.”

Sam went heavily down on one knee, his expression blank. His eyes weren’t rolled up, but they weren’t focusing at all. Suddenly, I worried about a stroke, that wasn’t possible was it? You couldn’t kill someone with an orgasm? Or stroke them out? I pulled him towards me, wrapping my arms around him. At the same time, Leroy pulled me back down hard onto his cock, but I barely noticed the ripple of sensation.

Sam’s skin was cold and clammy so slick with sweat it felt unnatural, and I could feel his heart pounding through his chest. His breathing was ragged and uneven, as if he’d forgotten how, and was desperately flailing. He had some awareness, some control, but no ability to speak, his muscles were weirdly slack, it was as if, absent some specific command from his body, they’d all given up. I held him close, pressing my skin against his cold flesh, whispering how much I loved him into his ear.

"There there, Sam sweety," I whispered. "You're all right. It's going to be all right. I love you."

He didn't seem to hear me.

I lifted up entirely off of Leroy’s cock, standing to hold Sam tight in my arms. In turn, Leroy pushed off the chair, standing beside me. He looked annoyed, when I glanced up at him.

“He all right?” Leroy asked, sort of annoyed. “I think you broke him there.”