SLIPPING INTO DEPRAVITY - Ch. 17, The Cuckolding, Sam Surrenders

CUCKOLDING!!! PART TWO OF FOUR

SAM

THE CUCKOLDING!!! PART TWO

They kissed deeply, I saw his lips on hers, pressing her back, her opening to his tongue. The kiss went on, punctuated only by soft moans as he explored her naked body.

She broke the kiss, moving away ever so slightly, and smiled.

“I think it’s time,” she said, “to reveal that great big beautiful cock.”

He chuckled, turning her around, so that her ass was nestled in his hips. She smiled wantonly, grinding into his cock, bending forward a little as he cupped her breasts.

“Do the honours?” he told her.

“I’d love to.”

Kayley turned back to face him. She paused for a moment, just looking at him, then she tenderly ran her hands through his hair, and stepped in to kiss him, a gesture so sweet it broke my heart. Those were the worst parts, not the lust and hunger, but the moments of casual tenderness, the unguarded look that spoke affection, the gentle caress, the touches that seemed so natural and loving.

She stepped back, taking one hand, and undoing a cuff. As she did so, Leroy looked directly into the smartphone, directly at me, controlled, confident, triumphant. It was beyond gloating. As Kayley undid his other cuff and unbuttoned his shirt, he simply looked like a man enjoying what was his all along.

Kayley slid his shirt off reverently, there was something almost profound about the unforced, worshipful way she undressed him.

She knelt automatically for his pants. Of course she would, and she brought the same reverence to undoing his belt, unbuttoning, unzipping, to sliding down the legs. He stepped out gracefully as she knelt, Leroy’s cock full and rigid in front of her.

Kayley reached out carefully, taking his cock in her hand, and gently kissed the tip. Then gracefully, she bent her head, pressing it briefly to her forehead. For a moment, it was almost as if she prayed to it.

Then he took her hand, and raised her to her feet. Looking reverently at him, she backed into the bed, crawling backwards, until she lay on her back in the center, legs spread, propped up on her elbows, waiting for him.

I realized I’d been holding my breath.

“Fucking exquisite,” Leroy breathed. “Just fucking exquisite.”

“And yours...” she whispered.

Leroy stepped forward, kneeling on the end of the bed. In the video image, his cock was massive, a conquering juggernaut, waiting to claim its tribute.

“Mine,” he whispered.

He stared for a moment, breathing her in, clearly thinking about his next move.

“Spread your legs,” he ordered Kayley, despite his desire there was nothing urgent or frantic in his voice. Her eyes never leaving him, she complied, her thighs parting smoothly.

“Wider, as wide as you can. Bring your knees up, feet straight, like you were in ballet. Lift... Perfect!”

Leroy turned to look directly into the video.

“Sam,” he said. “I want you to zoom in on Kayley’s pussy. Get real close up.”

I turned the smart phone’s camera on Kayley’s vagina to maximum zoom. It filled the screen.

Leroy moved forward, until he knelt between her legs, looking down on her like some benign God surveying its followers. Kayley looked up at him with a half smile that spoke of expectancy.

He glanced at me, not so much me personally, I’d become irrelevant. But rather, at the phone I was holding, the video recording him. I had the sense he was seeing himself, somehow, on the video.

“This,” Leroy narrated, “is an exquisite pussy. It’s fucking perfect, inside and out, and I know, because I’ve been inside. Just look at it. Smooth as silk, perfectly shaved, not a stray hair, no blemishes, balanced pubes, lips made for fingering. And that clit? Gorgeous!”

Leroy’s finger moved into frame, pulling back the clit hood.

“There it is,” he whispered, “Kayley’s perfect little clitoris, her sweet little bump. Isn’t it lovely.”

The finger gently prodded it. Kayley gasped, her hips rocked, and the image moved in frame.

“And so very responsive. You treat this little button right, you can make her do anything. It’s not just the clit, she’s so responsive. Watch.”

The finger moved down almost to her anus, and teased her lips apart gently, from the bottom, working its way up, in little side to side motions. Kayley gasped and rocked.

“Look at that,” Leroy said, “she opens right up, her lips just part. Can you see the shine? She’s wet.”

Leroy’s finger slid down between the lips, coming away slick.

“She’s so wet. She’s dripping. She’s excited. You can tell, you know, when a woman is really wet. They walk a little different, their hips move a little more. Their bodies are lubricating and all they want is something sliding up. They need it. They give off these little signals.”

“The minute I saw her today, I knew she was wet. She was hopping, moving. And all day long, it’s been getting worse and worse. She’d just been getting wetter and wetter, as we come closer and closer. She wants this so badly. It’s all she can think about right now. How much she needs a cock. How much she needs to be filled. And she doesn’t just need to be filled, she needs to be owned by a cock.”

“Owned,” Kayley’s voice came. Heavy with lust.

“By a big cock,” Leroy said.

“A big hard cock,” Kayley murmured.

“Now,” Leroy continued, “here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to put my cock right up against those beautiful pussy lips, and I’m going to slide it in. I’m going to go so fucking slow, a millimeter at a time, because I want to feel every bit of her. I want her to feel it, every single degree, as she’s conquered.”

“This is the conquest of Kayley,” Leroy whispered. “This is her surrender. This is more important more pivotal, more significant than even losing her virginity. After this, she won’t even be the same person.”

He glanced at me. “So I want you to keep that video steady, and record every millimeter, every fraction of an inch, as she gives herself up to me.”

“And Kayley,” Leroy addressed her, “when it happens, you’ll know. I want you to describe everything. I want you to describe every sensation, I want you to describe your feelings, I want every detail as you feel your body surrendering to me, as you feel me taking possession of you, until you’re my property. Can you do that.”

“Yes... sir,” she whispered.

Her thighs trembled, swinging a little, her pussy lips parted an infinitesimal bit wider. It was almost unnoticeable, but the video caught it. And so did Leroy.

He laughed, pure joy and power. “You’re so ready.”

Leroy moved closer, his cock approaching. She watched it, with a tight, fascinated ghost of a smile.

I could only stare in horrified enthrallment, the video zooming in as Leroy’s swollen cockhead moved closer and closer to my love’s exquisite pussy. Three inches now. An inch. Half an inch.

As gently, and powerfully, as a rocket descending, the round tip of his cock head landed on her exquisitely shaped pussy lips. The lips parted, almost as if embracing the head of his cock, the pink folds on either side pressing, almost creeping around the head, enfolding it. The corona, the smooth curve and arch was still outside her lips, visible and lowly pulsing. But the tip, the urethra and its bead of precum was now hidden.

I was breathless again, totally consumed by what I was seeing. Leroy’s willpower was incredible, to hold it there on her, the slightest twitch from entering.

Kayley sighed, staring.

“I can feel it,” she said, “against me, ready. I can feel my lips against it.”

Leroy looked at her.

“Still time to change your mind,” he teased, his grin malicious.

Slowly, Kayley lifted her eyes from the cock head half enfolded in her pussy lips, to meet Leroy’s gaze.

“Fuck changing my mind,” she grinned, teeth bared, her eyes flashing.

“You sure?”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

Riveted, I watched and recorded the interplay. I had been completely forgotten. The world had been forgotten. Their universe was reduced to them. Her, spread, open, ready, and him demanding, driving. His cock, her cunt, and a relentless gravity between them.

“The consequences?”

“Fuck consequences,” she said.

Leroy laughed.

Then Kayley gasped, her eyes widening. She looked down, seeing his cock head advance, pushing her lips slow wider, the folds creeping over his glans as he opened her.

He moved so slowly, she had time to gasp three times, staring wide eyed all the while.

“Uhh-huh! Uhh-huh! Uhh-huh!”

Then the head of his big cock was inside her, the curving arch just barely covered by her pussy lips. He stopped.

“Holy shit,” Kayley whispered, there was a wondering breathless quality to her words, she couldn’t take her eyes away. “I can feel it.”

She licked her lips.

“I mean,” she said, her voice gasping slightly, “I can really feel it. I can feel the contour perfectly, the underside, the curve, the crest. It’s just inside, and I can feel its shape intimately, every detail. The texture and smoothness. I can feel the heat of it, the pulse. I can feel it oozing precum...”

Her head arched back and her eyelids fluttered as if in some kind of religious trance.

“Holy fuck,” she whispered. “It’s amazing, I’ve never ... It’s... It’s...”

“Most of the nerve endings are close to the front,” Leroy said softly. “When you’re ready...”

At the sound of his voice, Kayley looked up at him, eyes wide. Her gaze running down the shaft of his cock, and then slowly up from his crotch, up his belly, his chest, his neck and chin, until she was looking directly into his eyes, her mouth was open, her features slack, in a kind of awe.

She nodded.

“Do it,” she said. An instant later, her eyelids fluttered and she gasped loudly, her thighs parting wider.

Shifting the video back to her pussy, I zoomed. Leroy was slowly pushing his cock deep, curve of the head was no longer outlined by her lips, he’d slid further into her. Kayley was gasping again, now the shaft was almost half an inch inside her.

Again, I was astonished at Leroy’s iron control, to thrust into her so slowly, to make her feel every fraction of an inch as he claimed deeper and deeper. I was stunned, her pussy had been pristine, a delicate thing of soft lips. Now it was distorted, the shape of her pussy had been deformed by the thick cock opening her. The narrow band of her vagina was now forced wide, her exquisite lips stretched tight around the shaft that violated her. And the deeper he went, with ever millimeter, with every passing inch, he sank deeper, deformed her body, reshaped her around his cock.

“Oh god, Leroy,” she gasped. “I can feel it. I can feel you stretching me apart, opening me, bit by bit, the further you go.” She threw back her head, her eyes closing. “It feels incredible. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. I can feel everything, I can feel you in me shaping me around your cock as it goes in.”

On some level, I knew this was just sex, and to some degree, every cock reshaped a cunt as it entered, that large men, many men, fists and childbirth could re-size a woman down there, remake her from what she had been to someone else.

I had never witnessed the process so intimately, from so close, I had never seen the image in zoom on video, or seen it happen so slowly and meticulously. I had never thought to imagine how profound that transformation must be.

“Oh god, Leroy,” she panted. “This is different. This feels so different. This feels consequential. It’s not just fucking, this is more profound. It’s on deeper levels, more levels.”

His cock was literally reshaping her vagina, remaking her, not in his image, but as an object for his pleasure. Leroy was literally changing her body, changing the shape of her pussy, with nothing more than his will and his cock. She’d been petite, tight and narrow, now she was being opened. There was nothing of her choice in this, he was doing it, his body reshaping hers to its will.

He was doing it slowly, deliberately, making sure that she felt everything, every stretch of tissues, every defeat of her body, each loosening and surrender of vaginal wall and muscle as it gave way to the invader now claiming it. Thrusting so slowly, he was making her feel him, feel him as a pervasive presence slowly occupying her body, stretching and opening her, making her focus on it in a way she never had before, with an acute awareness. Suddenly I understood her fixation on conquest, invasion and surrender, when she talked of sex. Every time she spread her legs for a man, she submitted to conquest.

“...I want it, I want it more than anything I’ve ever wanted in my life. I need it. I can’t explain. It’s like a compulsion, an irresistible compulsion, a drive. It scares me, but I can’t resist it. I don’t want to resist it.”

For the sheer size and brutality of his cock, for the psychological preparation, and now for the glacial but relentless pace of his invasion and shaping of her body, was a conquest like no other, deeper, more profound, of meticulous awareness. Her defeat was more profound, her surrender more total, her relinquishment more absolute than it had ever been.

In that moment, she knew her body belonged to his cock, not just to be possessed, but to be remade. It was a vivid, visceral awareness that she would never be able to escape.

“I can feel your cock in me. I can feel what’s happening. You’re taking possession, you’re taking ownership of me, of who I am, what I am. I won’t be me any more. My body won't be mine. I’ll be yours, your property, I will belong completely to you.”

His massive cock continued its slow patient occupation of her helpless body. Her pussy continued to deform as I watched, spread and reshaped. Already half the shaft had disappeared inside her and still its relentless progress went on. She was impaled on his cock, her hips and pussy, fixed in place, pinned under him. But the rest of her body was frantic, her breathing came in rapid spurts, her head turning side to side, eyelids fluttering, mouth yawning. Arms and legs shivered with tremors. Her chest rose and fell. He muscles, twitched, went taut with the strain of her his slow intrusion and occupation. I watched her grit her teeth, features drawn, the tendons of her neck rigid with tension.

Leroy stared down at her like a she was an insect. His eyes were cold, his face beaded with sweat, intent on his task. There was no compassion, no mercy, only the meticulous drive to overcome and subdue. To bend and then break her on his erection.

“When I finish, you will belong to me,” he rumbled. You won’t be a person, you’ll be my property. And you will love it.”

The video recorded it all, every helpless gasp and grunt, every twitch, every bead of sweat, barred teeth or fluttering eyelid.

Was this willing surrender, I wondered, with her body in seeming rebellion, fighting a futile, doomed reflexive battle that it’s owner had already relinquished. Because despite the tension and trembling, Kayley gave herself to him, her gaze shifting constantly from his face to the invading battering ram that was his cock. Despite being despoiled, she only spread her legs wider.

As he passed three quarters way of his cock’s brutal violation of her most sacred temple, she only whispered, “Do it! Take it! Take it all!”

“Yes,” he told her.

Finally, he was all the way. His balls swing against her ass, his pubic bone ground into hers, pushing her down further and deeper into the bed, relentlessly driving for those last millimeters of penetration. As he bottomed out in her, she released a load moan, a deep sound of submission and surrender, of abandonment.

That was when he bent down over her. She looked up as he brought his face to hers. There was no love or kindness in his expression. He was the conqueror, marching past wrecked walls and ruined defenses of a broken city, indifferent to the destruction and the defeat, but simply striding past to the very heart of his prize, to take a throne, and pronounce his dominion.

That was how he kissed her, without a shred of mercy, as her new ruler.

In turn, she surrendered to the kiss, accepted her defeat and subjugation to his will.

“It’s done,” Kayley finally gasped, as he released her. “Is it done? Have you taken everything?"

“No,” he told her. “It will be done, when you come."

His cock was already pulling back, still slow, but smoother and faster.

A ghost of a smile passed under her, her chest twitched, as if she’d wanted to laugh but lacked the strength or will.

“It won’t take long,” she whispered, as he reached his apogee, and began to drive in and out of her conquered pussy with cruel determination.

It took only three powerful strokes of his cock to make her come.

As he bottomed out for the third time, Kayley’s back arched, her body going stiff and rigid, her arms flung out, her head twisted from side to side, reflexively she wrapped her legs around his hips, then flung them open. An animal howl tore its way out of her.

He pulled back and plunged in, her body rose and fell, she gasped for breath, her mouth making guttural noises. She started to squirt, pulsing waves of liquid gushing uncontrollably as he bottomed out in her again, and again withdrew. Her orgasm ran on and on as he pulled back once more, and drove savagely in so hard it seemed he wanted to punish her, break her in half. She howled, her body spastic, squirting wildly, as he bottomed in her. Then she went limp, only able to pant in helpless exhaustion.

His cock deep in her, Leroy looked down, surveying his prize, her body plundered, pillaged, looted. He smiled deeply, swollen with triumph, his cock pulsing in her despoiled womb, awaiting the command for further destruction.

Finally, after he’d caught his breath, Leroy, without taking his cock from her, still hovering over her prostrate body, suspending himself on his arms, turned to me and the video. He smiled, looking directly at me.

“It’s done,” he said. “She’s not yours any more. You've lost. I’ve taken her. I’ve made her mine. She’s my property now, Sam. From now on, she belongs to me.”

Kayley laughed, a giggle that shifted to a peal of musical laughter. Leroy and I stared at her as she stretched, exhausted but languorous. Although his expression went rigid, I got a flash of anger and resentment at her laugh.

Luxuriously, with an incredible smile of joy and satiation, she reached up, to throw her arms across Leroy’s shoulders.

“To think I ever hesitated,” she drawled. “You were right. You were always right. I should have surrendered completely to you, the first time you fucked me and never looked back. My whole life, my purpose was to be here, on the end of your cock, your property.”

Mollified, whatever it was that had flashed through Leroy evaporated. Instead, he grinned in renewed triumph.

“Fucking right,” he grunted. “Absolutely fucking right. You’re mine now, whore.”

“Oh god,” her sigh was long and exhausted. Her eyes opened, she looked up at the ceiling. Staring into oblivion.

“It’s done,” she said. “It’s over. I can feel it all the way down to my core. I’m different now, I’m owned, completely and totally owned, a possession, a piece of property, an object.”

She turned, and looked me right in the eye.

“I’m Leroy’s.”

She reached up, pulling him down. He kissed her, not as a conqueror, but simply hungry. She kissed him back, “I’m a whore now. Your whore. You own me.”

She paused.

“What will you do with me?”

Leroy laughed humourlessly.

“I’m going to fuck the shit out of you!” He began to fuck her exhausted body with brutish, pounding thrusts. Helpless, Kayley could only cry out in ecstasy submitting to his body and his will, each more unappeasable than the other.

As I watched, overpowered by what I’d seen, as he fucked her, I felt something happening to me. I felt an unearthly sensation, that left me feeling both urgent and weak. It was the strangest thing I’d ever experienced. It almost felt like I was coming, it was a sensation like orgasm or ejaculation, but where that climbed rapidly to a peak and fell away, this felt diffuse, and unfocused. Like I was coming and yet not coming. Like maybe the beginning of an orgasm, the early stages. I glanced down, my cock was rising and falling, and ropes of semen were oozing or leaking from it with each rise. My legs were shaking, the muscles weak, like my blood sugar was dropping away. Unlike an orgasm, it went on, instead of coming to a peak, it dragged on and on.

I had this feeling that if I touched my cock, just grabbed myself hard, or simply touched it, or even just rubbed it against something, this strange urgency would cascade up rapidly and I’d come so hard.

But I caught Leroy looking at me with a strange glee, as if my state amused him, and I didn’t dare touch it. Instead, I remained caught in this weird state of soft ecstasy for what seemed like over a minute with no reprieve, as my cock swung on its own and leaked away my semen like slow runs of snot.

“Good boy,” Leroy told me, his cock buried in Kayley, as he thrust into her with deep, powerful strokes that moved her body. “That’s you now. That’s how you do it now.”

Do what? What was he talking about. Not masturbating? Leaking like a drippy faucet? Was there something I was missing? I felt weak and vague, my semen dribbling down my thigh. I knelt on the bed, letting my weight settle, the phone wavering and descending as I rested.

Whatever was happening to me, Kayley didn’t seem to notice, instead, she stared up at the man owning her with his cock, as gasping in time as he pumped relentlessly into her, her thighs swinging wide with each thrust. Leroy’s attention had shifted back to her, dismissing me. But now he glanced again, his expression stern.

“Video, Sam! Why are you even here!” he snapped. “Get back to it.”

Trembling, trying to hold my wrists steady, I turned the smart phone, bracing it against my wet thigh, catching a longer shot of Leroy and Kayley entwined. Leroy’s powerful body stretched across the frame as his lithe muscles flexed, as hard and inexorable as a machine, driving his cock again and again into Kayley’s pliant body, pounding her.

She could only yield under him, gasping for breath, her legs rising into the air, sometimes to wrap around him, or kick futilely. Her gaze looking up at him, was a swirl of lust and desire and surrender, her expression one of quivering submission.

“Oh fuck! Oh shit! Oh god!” she moaned. There were no more sentences, she was no longer capable of them. Just random words, bubbling out of her, as her Master erased her with his cock, leaving nothing but wanton flesh, with no other purpose or desire except to receive his cock. I was astonished at how completely she’d surrendered, how thoroughly he had unmade her.

She almost wasn’t Kayley any more, or not the woman I knew. It was hard to describe or explain, it was her body, her voice. But it was like she’d let go as his cock had taken her, like she’d been a knot that unraveled. It fascinated and almost frightened me. I’d never seen her like this.

I brought the smart phone up, zooming on her face. It was vacant, gasping, glistening with sweat, her jaw opened, lips moving. Her eyes were wide, then blinking, staring up at Leroy, but in an empty way that made me wonder if she was seeing him. But she didn’t look anywhere else but at him. She didn’t even seem to notice me. Leroy was the only thing in her world.

Her arms twisted, they rose up to him, fell away. She brought her knees up, but without coordination, one knee moving higher, the calf extending then falling back. She twisted under him, but whether to escape or embrace his cock more deeply, I couldn’t tell. It didn’t matter, nothing she did mattered, she was pinned under him, held in place by his driving cock, and the wet surging it made as it slid into her.

Her back arched, her jaw stretched wider, her sounds bubbled, sometimes words, sometimes incoherent fragments. “Oh! Oh! Fuck! Fuck me! Oh sh– Oh ga– Fu—”

Kayley was helplessly barreling to another orgasm, he’d been pushing her there, and now it was catching. Sweat broke out on her skin, she seemed to become almost luminous, her random movements faster and more uncontrolled, the muscles in her face and body growing strained. I zoomed the smart phone on her face wanting to catch her coming, to see her in the full intensity.

My cock was hard and urgent, despite the strange dribbling sensation, the erection had never gone away. Instead, it was harder than ever, hanging in the air. The need to touch it, to rub it was almost insane. I struggled to focus on my mission, to record Kayley as she came.

“Ohh,” her jaw distended, her eyes went sightless. “Oh! Oh! Ohhhhhh!!! OHHHHH!!!” Then it hit, she screamed, her body going rigid, her legs thrashed, locking tightly around Leroy as he plunged in, then flinging open as if a spring had gone off. Her belly, rose up as he withdrew, her cunt literally following his cock, then she fell heavily, like a puppet with its strings cut. His cock speared deep, impaling her again, bottoming out and forcing her down into the bed, and she screamed breathlessly. He held her there pinned, as the orgasm rolled over her.

Then she lay boneless and gasping. Leroy laughed and thrust into her, each lunge making her jerk mindlessly, but he was just playing with her.

“That loosened you up,” he told her. Her eyes focused on his words. “I can feel you down there, it’s like my cock is floating in you.”

“Oh fuck,” she gasped, exhausted. “Give me a minute, let me catch my breath.”

“How does it feel,” he asked her, “being owned for real? Becoming my property.”

Kayley laughed again, eyes wide.

“It feels fucking great,” she said. “I should never have waited.”

She grunted, as he thrust hard into her, her back arching.

“Oh fuck, you’re so hard,” she gasped.

“You like getting that big cock?”

“Oh yeah,” she moaned. “I love the way you fuck me with your big hard cock.”

“Better than Sam?”

“You fuck me so good.”

“You love big cock, don’t you?”

Thrust. Deep moan.

“Oh fuck yes!”

“That’s so much better than Sam’s little dick,” he told her.

I blushed.

“Sam’s not little,” she said, her eyes narrowing.

I could see Leroy scowling slightly, he started fucking harder to punish her.

“I’m bigger,” he grunted, thrusting hard into her, pushing her down. He locked his elbows under her knees, pulling them up so her toes pointed into the air, so he could ram deep like a runaway piston. “Isn’t that right.”

“Oh fuck yes,” she said, folded almost in half, her cunt wide open. “Oh fuck, you’re so much bigger.”

“I fuck you better,” he said.

“Yes! You’re fucking me so good right now,” she groaned.

“Sam’s dick is small and useless,” he insisted.

“It’s not small,” she gritted.

He slammed hard into her, his cock a swollen steel bar. Caught as she was, there was no escape as his battering ram of a cock pulverized her insides.

“So what is he then?” Leroy demanded, thrusting fast and hard. “Average? Ordinary? Adequate?”

“Oh! Oh! Oh fuck!” Kayley was almost screaming, she looked like she could barely think. “Adequate! He’s adequate!”

Leroy sneered.

“Adequate.”

Thrust.

“What about me?”

“Oh god,” she whimpered. “You’re so much more. So much bigger, harder, better. You’re my owner.”

Placated, he grinned. His mouth descended on hers, in a rough kiss, as his body froze, holding her contorted, his cock buried to the hilt in her. Then he released her, and she literally flopped under him, gasping for breath, panting heavily.

“Don’t you fucking forget it, whore,” he told her.

Leroy looked over at me. He winked.

“We’ll edit this part out later,” he said.

Kayley just lay there panting, Leroy’s cock still buried in her, though inches of shaft were visible. Some movement caught her eye, and she looked over at me, as if noticing me, or at least becoming aware of my presence. But it was just a passing thing, she seemed to forget me almost immediately. Or dismissed me.

“Please,” she begged him. “Just le me catch my breath.”

I let the video pan over their bodies, her feminine, soft, full of endless curves, pink and luscious, sprawled limp and boneless under him. Leroy full of tension, his muscles lean and taut. Even their breathing, both of them panting, was different. His breaths were masculine, demanding, hers were soft, almost supplicating. He hovered over her like some great predator. A spider with a willing fly.

Between their legs there was a clear space, as their bodies heaved gently. I zoomed in, focusing on Leroy’s long thick glistening shaft, shining with Kayley’s lubrication, between them. From the immoveable way it held, bobbing smoothly up and down, I knew it was still buried in her mound, perhaps the head, perhaps inches of it. But he was anchored in her, she was still a submissive captive to it.

“I’m in charge,” he told her. But he pulled his cock all the way out. I almost expected a plopping sound, but the only noise was a kind of deep sigh from Kayley as it left her body, whether in relief or longing, I couldn’t tell. The video was still zoomed between them, and Leroy’s cock, as it lifted from her, slowly looming over her belly, slick and shining and actually running and dripping from her lubrication was magnificent.

The shaft bent as it hung curving towards her belly, like a tiger bending over prey, the sight made my breath catch in my throat. It was beautiful, pure and full of masculine potency and dominance.

It took a moment for me to realize he’d lost some of his erection during his exertions and wasn’t fully hard.

“But sure thing, Princess,” he said. “We’ll rest.”

But he didn’t rest. Instead, he sat back on his haunches, and reached for her arm, pulling her around and over towards him. Kayley moaned, twisting towards him to cooperate as he hauled her into a new position, until she was completely turned around

Leroy grabbed a handful of her hair, as her body sprawled out like a lizard, legs splayed, one calf bent, feet flat and extended. In this position, her back was to me. I lowered the video between her legs, somewhere between knees and calves, zooming in on her fucked out, swollen red pussy, shining with sweat and lubrication, a dark emptiness between her wide parted lips.

I pulled back, panning over her gorgeous backside, against the curves of muscle and flesh, that formed her calves, thighs, back and shoulders, all of it glistening and beautiful. Sometimes, a woman is just exquisite from behind, not just her ass, but the whole symphony of her.

“Sam!” Leroy called. “Stop fucking around. Over here.”

He was holding a fistful of Kayley’s hair on top of her head, lifting her head up. She didn’t seem to be in any discomfort, so she must have been lifting on her own, with Leroy only controlling her. She was propped up on one elbow.

“Over here,” Leroy said again, and gestured to a spot on the bed. I moved towards them, now just a couple of feet from where he knelt, and she waited. His half-hard cock was inches from her face, still massive and predatory, like a lazy python waiting to rouse. I captured them both on video in that position, as if she was crawling to worship his cock. Kayley was looking up, eyes full of lust and worship, jaw hanging, her tongue just over her lips

“You got to catch this,” he said, “this is going to be so good, so momentous. I took her cunt, now she gives this.”

He looked down.

“You want to suck that cock,” he whispered, “don’t you, bitch?”

“Yesssss,” she drawled, her jaw working slowly. Her eyes were fixed on the cock head, hanging in front of and above her.

“Yeah,” he said. “You want to kiss it, you want to lick it, you want it sliding between your lips, down your throat.”

Kayley moaned. “I need it.”

“Fucking right you need it. Look at it,” he said. “Just look at it. Worship it. That’s your fucking god. My cock is your god.”

“Your Cock is my God,” she agreed, staring blearily. Visible only to the video, she shook her head slightly, the corner of her mouth quirking.

Using his grip on her hair, he moved her in. I could see clearly, there was no weight. He wasn’t lifting her by her hair, she was suspending herself on her hands and elbows, making herself weightless so that his grip could simply guide her.

As she approached his cock, her eyes closed, her mouth opened wide.

Nothing.

Kayley’s eyes opened. Leroy barked a short laugh and slapped the side of her face with his near-hard erection. Kayley’s mouth opened wider, and Leroy amused himself, slapping the other side of her face with it, rubbing it against her cheeks, laying it against her forehead. Kayley simply waited submissively.

Finally, Leroy grew bored.

“Open wide,” he said. “Wide as you can. I want to see how deep I can get it without touching you.”

Still held in place by his grip on the hair on top of his head, Kayley tried to look directly up at him, her eyes almost crossing. She opened her mouth, stretching her jaw wider than I’d ever seen.

Grinning, Leroy slid forth, his cock head entering the open tunnel of her mouth.

“That’s good,” he said. “Keep your tongue still. I can feel your breath all around my cock head, and nothing else.”

He seemed wildly elated by this new game, sliding further and further, another inch.

“There,” he said. Kayley’s eyes closed, and her lips sealed round his cock head. As I watched, I could see her jaw work, and her cheeks rhythmically contract as she began to bob her head. I watched fascinated, recording the video. How many blow jobs had she given me? I’d never seen it from this angle. Now that he was no longer teasing, she seemed beatific with a cock in her mouth, relaxing into it, almost trancelike.

“That’s it, Princess,” Leroy whispered. “Suck that cock.”

But she almost seemed not to hear him at all, focused as she was on the erection in her mouth. Her eyelids fluttered signaling some internal bliss. Leroy looked down, watching her for a moment, then looked over at me, to make sure I was recording it all.

“That’s the best thing about a blow job video,” Leroy confided to me. “The face is in it. All those fuckers taking pictures and videos, so fucking careful to crop their heads out, or wear a mask, or have their face away.”

“But there’s honesty, in a cock sucking video. It’s not about compromise or playing cute, it's boldness and surrender,” he said. “You do it, record it, the bitch's face is right there, her identity is there. Point of no return, baby. You can never deny it. It’s who you are. A cocksucker.”

He looked down at Kayley. His cock seemed harder in here mouth, the erection having grown. Spittles of drool worked their way down the corner of her mouth and coated her chin. Her trance-like state had deepened.

Leroy grabbed her forearm, pulling it up. At first, Kayley didn’t seem to understand what he was doing, and floundered, but he kept lifting. She realized he was turning her over, and went with it, flipping her slowly until she was on her back.

Instinctively, her legs spread, as her knees rose, her feet flat on the bed, her hips rocked wantonly. Her head tilted back, lifting her shoulders, her back arched, her body curved up like a bow, as she reached over her head, back for Leroy’s cock. There was a sensuous grace to it, like a cat stretching, mixed with a bottomless erotic hunger. Over and over, I was left breathless by how fucking beautiful she was, how sensual she was in her arousal.

As her hand wrapped around his cock, he leaned forward, reaching out to stroke and cup her breasts. Her legs kicked slowly as her hips rolled. They were like something out of the Kama Sutra, a tableau of perfect sexual communion.

“She’s beautiful, isn’t she,” Leroy said, his hands sliding over her body. “She’s my property. Make sure you get every inch of her on video. I want it all, my new spread.”

Bracing on one hand at her side, he reached further down, between her legs, stroking her clit. Kayley gasped. Reflexively, her thighs bent and knees lifted to give him more access to her. As his fingers slid between her pussy lips, she reached up with her other hand, gently pulling his cock towards her. She took the head in her mouth, drawing her hands up and down the length of the shaft as if playing it like an instrument. Kayley moaned around the cockhead, her body writhing under his touch.

Transfixed I recorded it all, moving slowly around the bed, to get different angles, sometimes pulling back, sometimes zooming in.

Leroy reared up, his hips moved backwards, the cockhead leaving her lips almost with a pop. Kayley gasped, worming her way closer to him and reaching for it with a giggle. Leroy caught her arms by the wrists, and for a moment, they play struggled. Kayley laughed delightedly, lifting her head, lunging backwards for the cock that remained out of reach. Arching her back, mouth wide open, her tongue flicked out, reaching for it, but falling an inch short before she fell back.

“That’s enough,” he told her. “I want you to lick my balls. Do you want to do that?”

“Okay,” Kayley giggled, signaling delight. She stuck her tongue out. “Give me those big, beautiful balls. Dangle them, so I can lick em!”

He moved to straddle her, his balls swinging above her face. Kayley reached up again and again, lashing his balls with her tongue, kissing his scrotum, suckling the hairy skin of his sack gently in her mouth with evident pleasure. Leroy let them dangle over her, stroking his cock. I’m not sure what his intention was, but Kayley enjoyed this. As she laid on her back, licking his balls, her legs parted, and her hands crept down to her pussy, touching herself, working her clit.

“You like that?” he demanded. Kayley squealed lightly, her legs kicking gently, as he lapped. I recorded it on video, unable to tell whether he was pleased or disappointed with this expression of submission. I couldn’t tell him that it was something that she actually enjoyed and had done many times, it was one of her things. I thought though, that if he’d known, it might have been different for him. Perhaps still doing it, but with a different approach.

It’s not satisfying subjugation, if they’re giggling with delight. But perhaps I was wrong, he groaned with satisfaction.

“You’re such a good little slut,” he said, leaning forward a little to catch her hands as she tried to play with herself. Eventually, he caught and held her wrists, eventually wrapping her hands around his cock, so she willingly stroked him. He simply let her lap at his scrotum from underneath, watching as her hips rocked back and forth and her legs kick gently.

After a while, he was satisfied. He moved back, Kayley’ briefly pushed up, sticking her tongue out to try one more lick, before falling back. Leroy grabbed a small cushion that had fallen off the edge of the bed. Once again, he reached for her hair, grabbing it and pulling for real this time.

“Ow!” Kayley complained, lifting up, “Cut it out! What do you want?”

“Stop whining,” he told her, “put this under your shoulders.”

“What are you doing?” she demanded, as he manhandled her into place. For an instant, I thought maybe I should do something. But Leroy’s rules were in my mind, and before I could decide, he’d mostly had her where he wanted.

“There,” he said. “Just relax like that.”

“Like this?” she asked. The cushion was under her shoulder blades, elevating them, and making her breasts spring forward dramatically. Its support extended up, tapering under her neck as it reached the base of her skull so her head was tilted way back.

“There we go,” Leroy said. “Beautiful!"

Leroy slid his hand around her throat, squeezing gently. Watching this, I felt a shiver of nervousness, unsure of what he intended. He smiled and there was something dark in it, as he ran his hand up and down her throat, enjoying the sense of power in that moment.

Kayley was absolutely still, waiting, looking up at him. She was like a rabbit, frozen under the shadow of a hawk. His hand slid down her throat, across her front, to cup her breast. His fingers closed around her nipple, stroking it. Both of us relaxed.

“Do you know,” Leroy asked, his voice deceptively mild, “what throat fucking is?”

Kayley shifted position slightly, looking up at him. Residual tension remained, but this felt more like uncertainty, an open uncertainty.

“Yes...” she said tentatively. One knee bent up, wobbling uncertainly. “I... think so?”

The way she was posed on the bed, shoulders elevated, head bent back, I was pretty sure what he was thinking, I concentrated on the video recording, keeping them both in frame, wondering what would come next. In that position, Kayley was gorgeous, the lifted shoulders and tilted head made her look glorious, as if she was about to take flight like a bird, somehow.

“Ever have it done to you?” he asked, curious. Almost toying with her.

“No,” she admitted.

“Virgin,” he said, silkily. He glanced at me, his expression buoyant. “That’s intriguing, maybe you need your boundaries stretched a little.”

She didn’t reply, she just licked her lips, watching him nervously. I zoomed in on her face. Cautious, uncertain, but not afraid.

“Would you like me to throat fuck you?” he asked, his voice was almost predatory.

Kayley swallowed, blinking rapidly.

“If that’s what you want?”

Leroy laughed.

“Good answer,” he told her. His hand, moved from her breast, back to her throat, fingers trailing lightly back and forth along her trachea. Kayley shivered, her whole body shivered, and she swallowed again, visibly. I panned down, her nipples were rigid, her legs spread unconsciously, knees bent, an unconscious mixture of arousal and trepidation.

“It is what I want,” he told her. “We’re going to do it.”

“Okay,” Kayley said quietly. She couldn’t quite control her unease. “Have you done it?”

Leroy laughed, surprising us. “Back when,” he said, “I was well known for it. It was my specialty. It’s okay, Princess, Daddy’s going to take good care of you.”

That seemed to offer some relief. “Okay,” she said again, her voice a little stronger. Her head tilted, she actually nodded.

“Don’t worry,” he said. “You’re a natural cocksucker, and you take a real hard face fucking. You’ll love this. Or I’ll teach you to love it. But I’ll go slow, okay, for your first time. I’ll make sure that you can handle what you can take.”

Kayley nodded again, more confidently. “You’re in charge.”

“Fucking right,” he said, “try to enjoy it, bitch. I intend to.”

I had the momentary sense that he was doing this to humiliate her, to show her his power over her. But if so, it was pointless. Her surrender was complete, she was incapable of humiliation, his power over her was absolute, her will utterly abandoned to his. Kayley was already totally dominated and accepting whatever he wished. The only question was hurting her, and I didn’t want that.

On the video, she swallowed heavily again, looking up at his cock, looming over her. It was still massive, but not entirely erect. You could see the descending curve of it. As we watched, it pulsed, the head swelling.

Whatever happened, I promised myself, muscles tensing, if what he wanted to do hurt her, I’d stop it. This was a role play, that’s all. There were limits.

“Open your mouth wide,” he ordered.

She opened as wide as she could, closing her eyes. Her knees flexed, I could see her hands forming into fists.

“Hands behind your back,” he told her. “Clasp them together, behind the small of your back. Let your weight on them. You keep them there, no matter what. Understand? You submit, you do it completely. I don’t want them waving, so you hold them.”

Kayley nodded, her breathing was picking up. But she put her hands under her as directed, elevating her hips slightly. Now her body was like a bow, her shoulders and hips lifted, her back curved, her head way back.

Leroy stroked her throat, almost like he was petting a cat.

“Good bitch,” he said. “I knew you’d be a natural.”

He took his cock and used its head to trace the outline of her lips. She took a deep breath.

“It’s easier to take a throat fucking than a face fucking,” he said. “Did you know that? Your trachea is straightened out, you don’t have to do anything, it just slides right down, like a cunt. It’s like sword swallowing. Once you get used to it, you’ll want to do it all the time. It’ll be like having another cunt. You’ll come to love it, getting throat fucked.”

“Some women,” he said, “don’t like it, they think it’s degrading. But isn’t that the point?”

He smiled, withdrawing his cock. He took his hand off her throat. Kayley closed her mouth, swallowed three times, sucking her cheeks in, took a big deep breath, and opened her jaws as wide as she could.

Leroy waved and pointed to where I should be. I trained the video on her face, angling along the line of her breasts a few feet higher. The line of her jaw was incredibly well defined, the shape of her lips, stretched into a thin ‘O’, her perfect teeth visible, the rest of her face, nose, cheekbones, eyes and brow distorted by perspective. Above her, facing towards the lips, was Leroy’s massive ram, the head dark and swollen with lust, the slit of the urethra shining as glistening precum oozed forth slowly.

As I watched, the head of his cock passed between her lips without ever quite touching. It moved smoothly deeper. Kayley was surrendering completely to his cock, to her first genuine throat fuck. It was an incredible sight that made my cock throb wildly as it swung up and down.

“There you go, bitch,” he whispered. “You’re doing fine. Just keep taking it.”

The head or sides must have finally reached her gullet, because just then, she seemed to gag. Her body shook, convulsing slightly, and her shoulders worked. If she hadn’t had her hands clasped behind her back, she would have flung them.

Quickly, Leroy seized her throat in a warning grip.

“It’s all right,” he said. “It’s all right. Keep still. Don’t move.”

Kayley went still, feeling his hand on her throat. Her lungs worked erratically, her head moved just slightly from side to side. I noticed her toes curling with stress, as her ankles pressed together. Oddly, her gag reflex didn’t seem to be erupting. The cock remained inches into her mouth, her jaws distended, lips not touching the shaft they were around. Her breath rushed back and forth around the shaft.

“Don’t move,” Leroy warned. “Keep still. It’s going to be all right, just focus on breathing. Breathe in and out. Don’t panic, just nice slow breaths. Take it easy, concentrate on breathing through your nose. It’s not pressing the soft palate, so you’re not having a normal gag, but you’ll feel resistance.”

Kayley obeyed his instructions, her nostrils flaring, she seemed to slowly, if not relax, then lose the state of high tension. Her ankles no longer pressed together, she straightened one leg. Leroy loosened but did not release his grip on her neck. Slowly, he began to move his hand back and forth, as if massaging her throat.

“Just relax,” he ordered. “You don’t have to hold your jaw so stiff, let your lips close around it.”

She obeyed, and on video close up, her lips slowly sealed around the shaft. It was an exquisite sight.

“I’m going to shove my cock all the way down your throat,” he said. “But I’ll start slow so you can get used to it. Going to warn you, you’re going to choke, so you need to breathe as I pull back, concentrate on that.”

Kayley made an acknowledging noise in her throat. Her eyes were still tightly wedged shut. Was she flushed, her face seemed red. He continued to gently massage her throat, hand moving back and forth from the nape of her neck to the underside of her throat.

“My cock is thicker than your throat, so you’re going to feel it. Your lucky, I’m a little bit soft, so it won’t be as bad, you’ll feel some give, but I’ll get harder. Your throat will expand, it won’t hurt you. You might be a little hoarse after.”

“As I fuck, you’ll feel the peristaltic motion of your throat muscles, the swallowing motion. When I fuck in, it’ll go with that motion. When I fuck out, you’ll feel it go against. Some girls like it, some don’t. I don’t care which you are. You won’t vomit. Your eyes will water like crazy, I don’t know why, that just happens.”

He paused. I was impressed by his near clinical level of detail, he really knew about this. Where had he picked it up?

“Understand?”

She made another throat noise in acknowledgment. Her eyes opened wide, darted around. She shut them tight again, squinting. I noticed beads of sweat on her forehead. He curled his hand loosely around her throat, just under her jaw.

“This is going to happen,” he said, “no matter how you feel about it, or whether you want it. It’s going to happen whether you like it or not. It’s going to happen, because I want it, and I’m in charge. I’m showing you, I own you, and I can do what I want.”

Acknowledgment noise.

“Here we go,” he said. His hips moved forward smoothly. He wasn’t fast, but he didn’t use the glacial slowness of his first penetration. It was just a smooth movement forward. It seemed to me that it was a straighter, more precise movement, as if he was trying to follow a line.

His shaft sank between her lips, her nostrils flared one more time, and then her breathing cut off. The shaft sank deeper and deeper. Leroy hissed with pleasure, looking down at the hand on her throat. It sank all the way down until her chin was against his pubic bone and his scrotum draped over her face.

“Fucking beautiful,” he moaned. “Virgin throat, I could feel it against my hand.”

“Keep the phone focused on her throat, you’re going to want to catch it bulging as I fuck her,” he ordered. He grinned at me. “I wonder how long my girl can hold her breath? Let’s find out.”

He held a hand against her head, his other one remaining on her throat. Kayley did her best to remain still. After fifteen seconds, she began to squirm a little. Five more, and the motions were pronounced, her shoulders started to swing from side to side, her legs kicked. Leroy laughed.

“Not bad. I can feel her muscles working, trying to swallow. It’s amazing,” he said. “I don’t want to push her though. Let’s give her a little relief.”

He pulled back his cock until the head was barely in her mouth. She drew great heaving breaths, her nostrils flaring, her mouth stretched wide to allow air to whistle past Leroy’s member. He allowed her three desperate breaths, and then began to slide in again. This time, Kayley’s lips sealed around his shaft and he moved smoothly down her throat.

“Are you getting this, Sam!” I was. As his cock bottomed out, as his scrotum covered her face, I saw her throat visibly swell and bulge. It was amazing to see, and on my phone’s video screen, the effect was magnified by the zoom, until it was astonishing. Kayley’s body reshaped again by Leroy’s cock, stretched and filled and modified by his hardness.

Leroy left it there for five or ten seconds, making sure the video caught it all, then he pulled back. As amazingly as it appeared, the bulge disappeared. He pulled all the way back allowing Kayley to take a single desperate breath, and then plunged in again. Again, her throat bulged. I was fascinated by this transformation, the way her throat expanded with each thrust, as they slowly came faster.

As Leroy’s throat pumping slowly quickened, the time, for her to breath diminished, she squirmed, striving for oxygen, her gasps for air were quick and raspy, timing themselves to his movement. She struck her legs out straight, then bent her knees, her hips lifted up, as she struggled. Leroy was consumed with fucking her throat, his face a mask of pleasure.

Then I noticed Kayley’s hands were no longer pinned, she’d reached around to her front, stroking her pussy. Her knees pulled back, almost all the way to her breasts and with both hands, she gripped herself, working frantically, almost slapping her pussy with each deep thrust. Arrested by this new development, I watched in amazement. She was trying to masturbate while being throat fucked.

I moved across the bed, until I was beneath her. Going down on my elbows, I held the smart phone and zoomed in, seeing her hips rocking wildly with each thrust swelling her throat. Her fingers had worked their way in and pulled her wide open so that I could see her wet pink walls oozing with juices, and her thumbs seemed to beat around her clit. Kayley was getting off, the gyrations of her hips building steadily in intensity.

Abruptly, Leroy reached down, and pulled one of her arms away, until he was holding the wrist in the air above him. It came easily, but when he reached for the other arm, she fought, struggling to keep her fingers in her pussy. But there was no winning against him, and soon both wrists were pinned together in one hand, while he fucked her throat, and her legs kicked and rubbed together.

“No coming without permission,” he almost shouted gleefully. His throat fucking slowed, he gave her longer spells to breath. Her body relaxed, going limp. He thrust down her throat a few times, unhurried, but with absolutely no resistance, simply affirming his victory.

Leroy’s cock, as he pulled it from her mouth and it trailed across her face was the wettest, slimiest I’d ever seen anything, white saliva foam was smeared across it, and drool sheets oozed from it. Beneath him, Kayley simply panted like a dog.

“Holy fuck!” she said. I zoomed in on her expression, wide eyed and blasted. “Holy fuck!” she said again, staring past me, breathing heavily.

“I’m so fucking hard from that right now,” Leroy announced, “I could pound six inch nails through a two by four. Time to finish.”