Chapter 4: No Negotiations

After the grateful Brad had slobbered his sweet ebon-haired mistress so devotedly, so worshipfully, so frenziedly to her beautiful orgasm, he sat back on his heels and looked up her in hopeful adoration, flushed and breathless. His face shone with her smelly juices, and his nostrils still tingled from the wiry curls of her heavy black pubic thatch. Oh, what bliss it had been, even without the benefit of an orgasm of his own, simply to be able to content himself finally within her welcoming body once more, to drown himself in flesh and hair and fluids as he forced upon her spasming tissues the sensations he had longed so desperately to make her feel! His heart felt full of the love he had finally been allowed to demonstrate, and his long-denied manhood felt full of the blood of its desires.

Shuddering, Alyssa let out her breath. “Mm, a fine beginning,” she said at last, huskily. She breathed deep, and the taut, tender handfuls of her pale breasts rose and fell within the slender hands which still cupped them. “And,” she added mischievously, “an apt demonstration of a husband’s true place—groveling like a beast before the primal, enslaving power of pussy…”

Brad could only goggle up at her uncertainly.

“What a hungry, shameless little cunt-licker,” observed his wife in quiet satisfaction, smiling down into a reddened face gleaming slippery with her most intimate juices. “You must’ve needed that even more badly than I did,” she said teasingly.

“Y-y-yeah…” whispered Brad. He licked his lips, savoring the intimate taste of her excitation. Oh, how reciprocally arousing it had been for him!

“Really?” wondered Alyssa, her eyes mischievous. Her red-nailed fingertips slipped slowly from the nipples which in her bliss she had tugged and twisted so beautifully. Despite her pretty bout of unfeigned gasping, those responsive nodules of erectile tissue that had gone momentarily flat after her climax now began to crinkle up again almost at once, thick and rigid and ready.

“Uh huh,” he smiled dreamily. He smacked his sticky mouth, tasting the powerful tang of her excitation. “Yummy.”

It was so good to have been able to service her, to make her respond to his passions as she had not deigned to do in so, so long. And yet…well, perhaps the contented triumph glowing in the base of brain came from something else as well. Was there a little twinge of happy male smugness, too? After all, for months the poor husband, pent-up and tantalized ant yet mercilessly denied, had not even been permitted to touch the distant pale curves of his own wife’s dear body, but now he had forced his desires upon her in one of the most intimate ways possible. He felt almost that he had ravished her somehow, just as surely as if he had simply dragged her beautiful white flesh into an alley somewhere and had his way with it, mastering her utterly and thrusting his aching red erection balls-deep into the very depths of her soul, again and again and again until she knew that she belonged to him again…

A quick feeling of perverse triumph flickered for a moment within him, as though despite the fact that she had made him beg for her to commit the lewdest adulteries before his very eyes, still somehow with his fierce oral possession of his wife’s recalcitrant flesh he had demonstrated his husbandly authority once more. And yet—well, it was still he who was on his knees with his throbbing red organ woefully unsatisfied, while she was the one who stood nude and proud and unashamed, smiling down enigmatically...Brad bit his lip in uncertainty.

“Such hunger!” smiled the girl darkly. “And even though his wife’s naughty hairy cunt-cake still hasn’t yet been pumped full of its creamy filling…”

Poor Brad could only squirm beneath her implacable gaze—confused by his own reactions to her little game, uncertain, dreading what she must mean…and yet still wildly erect despite it all. God, how this depraved angel tormented and piqued his every desire!

“…as we both crave so dearly,” Alyssa added with smug, quiet meaning.

Brad blanched, both at the calmly insinuating tone of her sultry voice and at the easy way she insinuated such unspeakable perversions. Oh, how cruel she was, how remorseless! And yet despite its faintly sinister undertone, her voice made Brad thrill within as he had not done for months.

All too aware of the tremblingly erect boy’s worshipful eyes upon her, Alyssa rolled her shoulders in a kittenish little stretch and ran her palms in a lingering tease down the long curves of her pale, alluring flesh. She seemed to know full well that though her sexual hunger had been slightly assuaged, his had only been more restlessly inflamed...“But it looks like a groveling little hubby-slave wants something else, too, huh?”

“Y-y-yeah,” he shuddered, blinking up at her in rapt devotion. His poor cock was still wildly rigid, untouched and throbbing within the constricting crotch of his trousers. He had surrendered himself to her utterly, he had confessed that he could grow almost as naughtily excited as she at the thought of giving her some dirty gangbang, he had slavered her happily to climax to seal the bargain—surely, he told himself, she would finally allow him back inside of her now...Oh, how he longed to bury himself balls-deep and simply disgorge every twitching squirt of his thick, liquid love inside that snug, welcoming interior!

Alyssa smiled then, and looked down into her husband’s longing eyes. “Well, then,” she said with an expression of mischievous gloating, “I guess I need to send a few texts now. Some lucky fellows,” she clucked mildly, almost to herself, “are going to be in for a very pleasant surprise…”

Despite his previously spoken acquiescence to her awful plans, still Brad’s face fell. “T-tonight?” he asked forlornly.

“Why, of course,” Alyssa told him with a matter-of-fact negligence. “A little cunnilingus is merely to take the edge off my appetite. You know that for me to get truly satisfied tonight, I’m still gonna need cock inside of me—and lots of it, Brad, lots of it.”

Brad gulped, and she smirked down into his face. “Besides, even if I didn’t already feel like getting an ooey-gooey gangbang right now, why would I deign to let some groveling little slave of a husband even touch me unless I was going to make him pay the price immediately?” She shook her head pityingly. “I guess we could say, then, that you brought this on yourself. Apparently you must’ve wanted all those dicks in me just as much as I did…”

Brad swallowed. Wanted was too strong a word, when no matter how beautiful might be her shivering submission to the throbbing phalluses of her welcome ravishers, still the thought made him burn with shamed jealousy. And yet— Well, if he had not agreed to submit to her demanding desires, he admitted silently to himself, he would not be sitting here with the delicious taste of her cunt strong in his watering mouth. And that, he knew, was sweet indeed, a privilege not unreasonably bought with a dear price. Yes, the cost was staggeringly high…and yet his rewards were sublime. Oh, despite the thought of the wicked betrayals to come that still tormented him so, what joy it was to be able to touch his darling wife once more—feeling her, smelling her, tasting her! His heart soared within him.

“So now,” she added evenly, “after implicitly inviting me to begin your long-awaited betrayal, you can hardly expect me not to consummate this new period of our marriage right away.”

He could not deny her, he knew now, could not even delay her, and yet how strong within him burned his own needs! He tried another tack, for he would not have accepted the notion of the humiliating cuckoldry she proposed unless she had finally agreed to grant him her favors once more as well. And she had indeed promised that, had she not? Licking his lips consideringly, he breathed deeply of the odor of the pussy that hung before his face. If he was going to have to suffer the extraordinary indignity she had badgered him into allowing, he might be able to endure it a little better—maybe, just maybe—after she had let him take a calming orgasm for himself first.

Oh, he was so wildly excited right now! He could scarcely stand it. Yes, he was almost afraid that if she did not relive him just a little first, then the very sight of that beautiful puffy-lipped vagina getting pushed wide open by someone else’s thick red dick would be enough to make the poor pent-up boy simply squirt off untouched. What he needed first to relax his jangling nerves was to climb atop that welcoming belly and take the relief she had promised him. Oh, just one quick and dirty orgasm—or, well, perhaps two…

“L-l-look, Alyssa,” he stammered appealingly, “first couldn’t I…” He licked his lips as she blinked dispassionately down at the erection that still throbbed, helpless and cramped and crooked, within his trousers. “C-couldn’t I—”

“Couldn’t you put your dirty little dick inside of me?” she wondered with faint mockery.

“Yes!” he gasped pleadingly, completely without shame. He knew he should be embarrassed, but he simply could not help himself. “Please, baby…please?”

“Couldn’t you soil me, you mean,” she continued sarcastically, “with what after your weeks of pathetic suffering is sure to be a premature ejaculation whose laughable swiftness is as embarrassing to you as its mess is disgusting to me?”

“I just—” Brad licked his dry lips. “I just need to come so bad, baby. Your pussy tasted so good, and you turned me on so much.” His eyes shone imploringly up at her. “And it’s true,” he whispered. “I— I feel like I’m carrying about a gallon of jizz! God, my balls are so full…”

Oh, though he would want it to last, he knew that if he were allowed to enter her, he would be lucky if, after his endless weeks of torment, he could hold out for even a helpless stroke or two. Yes, most likely his poor body would simply begin to climax as soon as his agonized cockhead touched those pouting plump cunt-lips, and it would be all he could do, twitching and jetting uncontrollably, to plunge in with desperate haste before he simply made a mess all over the outside of the teasing creature. Mm, and while she gazed calm and collected up at his sweet agony, he would just sink down, down, down, whimpering in the abandon of his grateful release, into the unutterable paradise of the snug, smug slippery pink velvet she had denied him for so long. Yes, down through the cool curdles of his own tangled sperm, every inch of him exulting mindlessly, until he nestled balls-deep in labia where cum welled up around his twitching sac while the bloated purple head of his organ emptied itself on and on and on…

And yet he didn’t care how dirty it was, how embarrassing! Right now he didn’t need to be strong and proud, he didn’t need to show his finesse and his stamina—he just needed to be allowed to climb atop his slinky young wife once more and reveal to her how much he needed her, and how absolutely she had enslaved him. He just wanted to show her the depths of his desperate love, and how utterly he craved her, no matter how mercilessly she had taunted and teased him or how thoroughly she intended on betraying him...Yes, what a beautiful, impossible mess he would make within her graciously welcoming pink interior!

“Please, baby,” he begged, “please?” He swallowed, imagining how she might lie cool and serene beneath the disordered frenzy of his urgent ejaculation, waiting patiently for her husband to hurry up and finish so that she could move on to the more-welcome penetrations of the adultery which she had planned for so, so long and which tonight she finally would have the chance to experience...It would be the most embarrassing pity-fuck imaginable—but in his present overexcited state poor Brad didn’t care. Yes, she might be bored and uninterested, her wicked mind already thinking about how good it would be at last to get all those other dicks inside of her…but for the timeless moment of the once-spurned husband’s long-denied orgasm, that supple white body of hers would be for him again, for him!

“I— I wouldn’t take up much of your time,” he promised meekly. “And you wouldn’t even have to do anything but lie there…” Brad shivered as she smiled at this, standing naked and unashamed above him, cool, superior, faintly amused. “I just—” He swallowed. “I just need to come so bad, baby, so bad—it’d be just be a minute…”

“It’s not my time I was thinking of,” replied Alyssa calmly. “It’s my smooth, snug pussy.”

Brad’s eyes were wide. Yes, he knew all too well what she meant! Pulse raging, he was certain that right now, in his wildly agitated frustration, he himself could goop her up enough to make it seem that half a dozen cocks had already been there. And yet that, he knew, was not how she wanted to get her big gratifying load of jism...No, to be flattered the way she needed would require not merely one super-messy climax from a staid and familiar husband but spurt after spurt from some unknown dicks whose grunting thrusts made her feel wild and womanly and alive. Though Brad’s long-denied orgasm would truly complete him as he craved, to her it would only be a matter of annoyance. She wanted more, far more.

“Tonight my main task as a hostess will be to see to it that my sleek, lovely white body can satisfy our guests to the very best of its abilities,” she taunted him, “in any way they need. It would be very rude of me to start out with a big icky load of my helpless cuckold’s gooey cum in there before anyone else had the chance to enjoy a ride in my, ah…tunnel of love.” Alyssa smiled at the pitiable shiver that ran through the kneeling boy. “No, no, Brad,” she concluded with a faintly condescending sort of headshake, “you’ll just have to wait to squirt until after everybody else has done what they need to me.”

Red-faced, Brad imagined it again—his own dear wife lying splayed open in their marriage bed while grinning strangers possessed and polluted her one by one. How terrible it was, how humiliating for any husband! And yet…well, despite his shame and his reluctance, the thought still somehow thrilled his poor naughty cock! Yes, for how beautiful would be his sweet Alyssa as she shivered and moaned beneath the merciless fucking he finally allowed her…

“In fact, my little cuckolded slave,” she added darkly, “you should be grateful that I’m even going to let you orgasm at all.”

Brad licked his lips. “I am,” he said at last, quietly.

“Really…?” she wondered.

Brad blinked helplessly up at her—across a furry mound still wet with his saliva and her own lubrication, over her navel and hipbones and ribcage, between upstanding white bosoms so touchable and smooth, and into a face glowing with her regal feminine power. “So grateful,” he whispered—and it was the truth.

Her dark eyes gazed challengingly down at him, seeming to drink up the sight of his utter submission, reveling in it. “Good,” she replied with a slow smile. “Good…”

Brad hesitated. “If you let me have you first, though,” he tried again, “I could wipe you out when I’m done.” His wife raised her eyebrows faintly, so he added in a whisper, blushing fiercely, “In your— In your v-vagina, I mean.” He bit his lip. “And then, w-well, th-then you would be tight enough inside again for the next guy to really enjoy it, too, wouldn’t you?”

Alyssa blinked down at her enslaved, suffering husband. “You would do that…?” she wondered softly.

“O-of course!” Brad gasped helplessly. “I mean,” he added swiftly, his ears feeling as red as his poor cockhead as he could only squirm beneath her slow, speculative gaze, “i-i-f you wanted me to…”

Yes, he would do anything to get his dick back into that heavenly cunt at last, anything! For how smooth and welcoming she always was, how supple and smelly and right. Oh, he would unload in her like he had never done before, a month or more of the thick fluids of excitation that had dripped, day after day and night after night, pooling heavy in the bottom of his agonized balls, exacerbated by his wife’s relentless teasing and yet still mercilessly unrelieved.

And yet, he realized all at once with a little inner shiver, the sweet servitude he had proposed as a follow-up to his own torrential orgasm was perhaps more than merely just a way to get his dick back inside of his smirking Alyssa once again. Perhaps, he thought secretly, what he suggested would actually be a rather happy chore in itself. Yes, for even after he had jizzed it full, he always still had been powerfully turned on by the sight, the smell, the sound, the feel—mm, and now and then in his wild ardor, even the taste!—of her wondrously smelly cunt. After he had climaxed within her and then withdrawn his shrinking, sticky, still-drizzling organ, he always loved the opportunity to sport further in the damp fur beneath her belly. Ah, to stroke her and pet her and play between those languidly spread sleek thighs, to dildo her mercilessly, to rub her goopy pink flesh with his bare hands and make her mad with desire—when had he been able to resist?

Yes, if he were allowed merely one quick, harmless little orgasm now, he would happily perform whatever messy indignity she needed. Once he had enjoyed her so desperately, he would spread her cunt-lips wide again with one hand and dig a pair of eager fingers from his other hand deep into her sploogey pink hole, reveling in the sweet dirtiness of the act. Breathless in his joy, he would shovel the gouts of his curdled semen out of her smug, snug interior, delighted simply to be able open her up and to be inside of her still more, even if it was merely his trembling digits that penetrated her. Even as he readied her for her betrayal, it would be so delightfully kinky, so wondrously intimate!

“Well…” Alyssa smiled slowly at his helpless plight. “You know, I believe perhaps I might indeed like the thought of using you as my cum-slave. It could be amusing.” Pursing her red lips, she seemed to contemplate the possibilities, imagining to what delicious depths she could degrade her poor husband, and to what delirious heights she could titillate and torment him. “I suppose it could be entertaining to require you to clean me out when my pussy gets too messy and full of sperm…”

“I’ll do it!” he said eagerly, jumping at the chance.

“Oh, I’ll bet you would,” she replied in tones of faint mockery.

Brad could only bite his lip. How she tantalized him, tortured him, made him long for her! He seemed to breathe nothing but the soft, salty tang of her arousal.

“Hmm.” She looked appraisingly down into his hopeful eyes. “So you think you’d enjoy serving as my cum-slave, eh?”

“Uh huh!” he shivered, thinking about it. Oh, what a dirty, deliciously intimate treat for a loving husband!

“You really wouldn’t mind plunging your fingers to the last knuckle in my cummy wet hole,” she wondered teasingly, “and scooping out every string…just so your rivals to my pretty body could satisfy themselves within me?” Serenely superior, she studied his hopeful face.

Brad licked his lips, gazing helplessly up into Alyssa’s mischievous, dark eyes.

“In fact…” the girl said slowly, smirking as if struck by some new thought. “Well, as long as you seem so eager…”

“Yeah, baby?” breathed Brad expectantly. “Yeah…?”

“You’d probably be so excited that you’d just keep on going, wouldn’t you…?” Her heavy-lidded eyes gleamed.

“Wh-what do you mean?” he asked, blinking uncertainly.

“I mean,” she insinuated silkily, “that a naughty sperm-slave like you most likely couldn’t stop. You’d probably enjoy it so much that even after I let the next guy fuck me, you’d still just dig in with your bare hands and scoop out his goo, too, wouldn’t you…?”

Brad’s breath caught in his throat. It seemed so nasty, so wrong—and yet…well, in his desperate, instinctive ardor, could he bear to deny her even this indignity? Uncertainly he licked his lips.

“Yes,” the demanding thing replied softly, “you wouldn’t care how dirty it was, would you?” She smiled down at the helpless look in his eyes. “You would know that I had just been fucked, Brad—that somebody else had simply pushed his throbbing bare dick right down inside of me and used my body however he wanted, all to gratify his most fundamental and brutish desires. My cunt would be all hairy and wet, the labia probably even still parted a little from when he had just pulled out. And I would be full of his jism, Brad,” she reminded him purposefully, “full, all thick and gooey and oozing.”

Brad swallowed uncomfortably. But, God, his poor neglected penis throbbed so congested and stiff…

“I’d make you use your bare hands in me, baby,” Alyssa reminded him softly, yet very intently, “no towels, no napkins, just bare hands, so that you would truly have to wallow in the dirtiness of it all.” Her dark eyes never left his face. “You’d have to feel some other man’s cum bubble and squish and slide beneath your fingers as you pushed slowly in, and have to be grateful that I allowed you even this contact with my desirable body. You’d have to watch the gooey strings of his jism stretch and dangle and glisten as you drag ’em out, wide-eyed and mesmerized, ashamed and happy all at once. Mm, and you’d have to smell the cool salty reek of his splooge, and lick your lips, and think all kinds of crazy thoughts…” Her smile was slow and superior and faintly sneering.

“It would be unnatural and humiliating and wrong,” her calm voice threatened him—promised him!—”but, really, that’d just make your subservience all the better for you, wouldn’t it, Brad? God, the things you’ll do…” She gave a slow, tolerant little shake of her lovely dark head, smiling almost fondly. “And after that, you can never go back,” she insisted very quietly, “can you..?”

Brad’s cheeks felt very warm. Her terrible words, and the images they portrayed, seared his mind like a branding iron. And yet she was right, wasn’t she? Oh, for no matter how shameless and gooey her betrayal, the poor shivering Brad would indeed still dive into the bubbling mess with his bare hands, happily! Yes, most likely she would not even have to command this degradation—all she had to do was allow the poor cuckolded husband free rein, and then after the next guy had used her, Brad would indeed end up scooping every gluey curdle out her hairy wet hole with gusto...Red-faced and wide-eyed in his helpless agitation, he would get down there and dig the cum out of her with his bare hands, joyously, while she lay back sweaty and spread-legged and drowsily smiling. Oh, how he would serve her!

“Yeah, you’d get off on that, wouldn’t you, baby?” She smiled slowly, slyly, as if she had read the secret thoughts bubbling up from the very depths of his soul. “You’d just keep cleaning me out after the next man in line had had his way with my pretty body, and the next, and the next…” Her long-lashed gaze transfixed him, holding him vulnerable and needy before her.

Brad’s eyes gleamed as he imagined it—lying flush-faced between his used wife’s languid white thighs, breathing raggedly deep of the aroma of her desirable flesh as he dug his bare hands again and again into her cunt to scoop out the drizzling fingerfuls of other guys’ bubbling semen so that she would be ready to just get used by the throbbing purple cock of the next stranger in line for her favors...Oh, how deliciously kinky! Yes, he realized, he certainly would do anything for her, anything that would let her fulfill her dirty desires, for in her joy lay his only contentment as well.

In fact, perhaps if, smirking imperiously, the girl commanded him to follow up with a towel, to pat dry the pouting, dripping lips of her whorish pussy between fucks, why, he would do that, too! That way she would start off nice and tight again for the next man—for the first inch or so, Brad amended inwardly. Yes, at the very moment of penetration, she would still give her next anonymous lover that delicious hint of resistance—so comfortably tight and springy as those resilient labia had to stretch across the blunt glans of some intruding cock—and then that fat dick would push farther, down into a wildly lubricated interior whose excitation she could not hide even if she wanted to. And then, while her husband watched in wide-eyed silence, the next brute would grab her and grope her and fuck her absolutely full with yet another load of cum that soon the trembling Brad would have to clean out…

“I— I’ll do it for you, baby,” he whispered again softly, desperately. “God, I’ll do it all…”

“You’re sure,” she pressed him teasingly. “You’d do it aaallllll…?” Her eyes seemed to gleam with the heady power she wielded, with vague notions of sweet torturings and torments still unthought-of and unspoken. “Anything I need? Anything I might desire? No matter what a naughty, slutty cum-dump I make myself? And no matter how much and in what manner I force you to wallow in it?”

“Y-y-yeah…” he breathed again, helplessly longing. Oh, how good it felt to confess before her! Eyes wild, he imagined it all, every sweet perversion…

Alyssa gave a slow, satisfied smile, a curling of those elegant red lips that seemed to reflect the utter depths of her mastery of the squirming male flesh that it was her pleasure to tease and torment, to command and cuckold and control. Yet despite her seeming self-control, a simmering arousal glowed in her cheeks as well, and in her heavy-lidded dark orbs, and it made Brad feel restless and jumpy and wickedly eager somehow.

“Well,” she said, attemptedly airily, although her slightly unsteady tone betrayed the excitation lurking beneath, “the thought of having some nice new lovers ejaculate all over the inside of me and then forcing you to grovel in your oh-so desperately needed sperm-slavery does seem rather pleasurable to me as well…”

“God, thank you!” groaned Brad, shivering. He licked his lips.

She stared down at him for a long time, her gaze unfathomable as she considered how best to demonstrate her unquestioned feminine power, and how best to maximize her own naughty arousal. “But not tonight,” she decided finally.

Brad gulped forlornly. “Aw, but—”

“No, tonight your cum is just gonna have to wait—and your naughty fingers, too.”

“B-but I’d do a really good job for you!” he whined. “Oh, honey, I’d open you up wide and dig really deep! I’d scoop out every drop, and then you’d be all ready—” He bit his lip. “All ready f-for the next guy…”

Alyssa smiled, but her face still held a haughty determination. “No,” she repeated curtly.

“God, Alyssa, please!” he whimpered without pride or shame. “Please just let me inside of you. P-p-please? Mm, it’d just be for a minute—you’ll see! And I’ll clean you out when I’m done, honey,” he vowed. “It won’t bother anybody else! Your pussy’ll still be all smooth and tight for them!”

Despite her attempted firmness, Alyssa’s lips had parted faintly, and her nostrils flared. “Yeah…?”

“Oh, yeah,” he groaned. He breathed deep of the fiercely excited scent of her, arousing himself still further. “God, it’d feel so good to do! And after—” Red-faced, Brad blinked. “And after the next guy has come in you,” he whispered, ashamed and yet wildly titillated as well, “I’ll do it again, and f-for the next guy, too…”

“Y-you really want it like that?” wondered Alyssa, her eyes hugely dilated.

“I do anything to come,” gasped Brad, “anything! God, just name it! I’ll do it for you, Alyssa! I’ll do it all!”

For a moment the teasing angel could only struggle to catch her breath. “Oh, you will, cum-slave,” she promised at last, her eyes burning crazily, “you will…” Shuddering, the girl reached hurriedly down, and with both hands she dug her beautifully hairy vagina open wide so that it gleamed slick and pink and bare, and then with her thumbs she drew back the delicate folds at the top so that suddenly her clitoris throbbed purple and swollen, achingly available. Oh, the size of it!

“Now eat me, cum-slave!” she whispered fiercely. “Again! Show me what you can do!”

“Oh, thank you, baby,” whimpered Brad happily. “Thank you!” Shuddering, he leaned adoringly forward and buried his face within her once more. Ah, the joy of it! Selflessly he kissed and licked at the engorged little bundle of nerve endings that could make her flesh sing.

“Mm, put your tongue inside,” she husked, her eyes predatorily bright upon him. “Just like your fingers will be when you scoop all those other guys’ cum out of me!” Still she held herself wide to see everything, everything.

Smiling dreamily, Brad complied. She was smooth and soft and open, and she smelled good, and she tasted good, with the deliciously fishy tang of pure woman filling his very soul. He plunged his tongue as far as he could up that pulled-open tunnel of slippery pink satin, waggling it wide, and then he smeared the juices all over the throbbing meat of her inflamed clitoris. Oh, it felt good, and he thrilled at the way she shook and shivered so prettily above him.

“Now play with my breasts!” she told him hotly, still unwilling to move her own hands and do it herself. “Show me how those strange guys will be, all excited and eager to feel me at last, so smooth and high and firm. Ooh, they’re really get ’em, won’t they? Won’t they? Show me what they’ll do!”

Wallowing in the sweet intimacy of her copiously lubricated womanhood, Brad reached gratefully up his wife’s sleek torso, and he found her shapely pale breasts, and in a kind of wonderment he began to fondle them. Oh, how long it had been since he had done such a thing! They were high and firm, like ripe apple in hands, yet silky-smooth and pleasantly compressible. Mm, and at the center of each was something drawn up so tight and pebbly, yet when he pulled, they just stretched and stretched and stretched...Involuntarily she whimpered, but his fingers did not stop, and he redoubled his efforts upon the seat of pleasures between his hungry lips.

“Y-yeah,” she panted out, “yeah…” Her hips trembled, and her pelvis ground her squashed-open cunt against his ravenous mouth. “Mm, lick it, suck it! I’m thinking about all those other guys, and the way they’re gonna handle me, and suck and pull my titties to make me moan and squeal. Mm, and I’ll feel all their great big beautiful dicks at last, pushing me wide, so wide, as they just use me and use me and use me, again and again, and squirt all over the inside of me—”

With the need of an infant he sucked at the very core of her being, longing to transport this fallen angel to the bliss she deserved. Snorting, he yanked at those firm dark nipples that soon would be given to other men. Oh, she was so beautiful, so lovely, so deserving of the utmost worship! He had to give her everything, everything!

“Mm, yeah,” growled Alyssa as his tongue slavered and thrashed, “suck it! Make me feel it.” Her supple body was tensed like a spring, and at the center of it quavered an engorged nodule of unspeakable delight whose tension was wound tighter still. “Harder,” she chanted breathlessly as he labored so eagerly to please her, “harder, harder, harder…” For a long moment she could only sway there speechlessly, her long lashes fluttering upon the tops of her deeply flushed cheeks, her mouth agape. “God, bite it,” she cried out suddenly, her eyes flying wide, “bite it!”

Rabid, Brad obeyed, shocking even himself a little and yet unable to resist. He devoured her, ravished her, cherished her, and as she spasmed within his mouth, whimpering so unguardedly in the throes of her release, his heart soared. Oh, how he loved his betraying darling! Almost sobbing with the purity of emotion, he nursed contentedly within her until she was done, and only then did his demanding hands release her exquisitely lengthened nipples and slide down to rest at the swell of her hips, and he kissed the tip of her poor oversensitized clitoris almost chastely. His face shining with her juices, the kneeling man sat back on his heels and blinked adoringly up into her beautiful face.

“Well,” he said quietly at last, smiling as he rubbed very undemandingly about her sleek waist and the rounded firmness at the top of one buttock, “now can I come, too, sweetie? Just a quickie and a—” Despite his pose of nonchalance, the breath snorted faintly in his nostrils. “A-a-a quickie and a nice little scoop-out?” he suggested hopefully, feeling very, very naughty.

Alyssa blinked, and with an effort she focused her eyes upon the humble supplicant beneath her. “Why, of course not, cum-slave!” she clucked.

“B-B-but—” sputtered the crestfallen boy.

“I told you not tonight,” she reminded him, looking faintly surprised. “You’re certainly not going to have me first, not when I have so many nice new lovers who want to enjoy me. You’re going to wait, and suffer, and be glad I allow even that.”

“But—”

Alyssa’s eyes narrowed. “You heard me…?” she wondered dangerously.

Nervously Brad could only gulp. “Of course,” he murmured at last, forlornly.

“That’s better,” she huffed.

Brad thought quickly. “Th-then how about—” Red-faced, he swallowed, then forced himself to continued meekly, “How about if I just masturbate now?” He squirmed under her steady gaze. “I just need it so bad, baby…”

“Are you really that turned on,” Alyssa wondered in faint amusement, “thinking about all those other cocks in me, thinking about how yummy it’s gonna be when they use me like a whore, that you’ve just gotta beat off?” She smirked at his discomfiture. “You really do like to think of your sweet wifey stripped naked and ogled by men you don’t even know, groped by all those guys’ grasping hands, absolutely filled with all their throbbing red dicks—don’t you? You can’t wait to see me jizzed up, can you…?”

“I’ve got so much cum, I just need to spew!” he whimpered, avoiding the true thrust of her question. “God, Alyssa, you’ve been teasing me about it for months—I’ve been able to think about nothing else, night after night after night…”

“Think about which?” she taunted him. “Needing to spill your dirty cum? Or letting me finally get fucked the way I really need…?”

Brad hesitated, but she fixed him with her eye and inclined her head ever so faintly, in a way that was somehow a command.

“Both…” he whispered finally, flushing.

“Yes,” she replied in slow, smug tones that made the fully clothed boy feel somehow far more naked than she, “as I suspected…”

He blinked defenselessly up at her, hoping against hope that his shameful admission might earn him some pity, and perhaps bring the sternly commanding creature to relent. Yet her superior smile was honeyed with an icily false sweetness as she murmured, “Yes, don’t think I never discovered those porno magazines you whacked your little dick to, Brad…”

The poor man’s face went scarlet, but Alyssa’s gaze was smirkingly pitiless. “If I had wanted to, Brad, I would have taken away your naughty skin-mags. Or if I had really felt like embarrassing you, I would have walked in sometime on one of your little jerk-off sessions and ‘accidentally’ discovered you—oh, that would have been amusing, no doubt.” Her dark eyes gleamed.

“But I thought it better to let you wallow in your degradation, playing with yourself night after night to the thought of the very thing you claimed to resist. And wallow you did, too, didn’t you?” she insisted quietly. “No, you never hurried—you took your time, and lingered and leered and licked your lips, until you got so bubbly and juicy inside that finally you couldn’t help squirting all over yourself like an animal. Ah, the soon-to-be-cuckolded husband masturbating compulsively to pictures of a dark-haired girl submitting herself to cock after cock in the ooey-gooiest of gangbangs! Why, that doesn’t require a doctorate in psychology to interpret, does it…?”

Brad could only lick his lips silently before this naked and commanding creature, his every secret thought laid far barer than her firm white flesh. Oh, how she tormented him, body and soul!

“Look, Alyssa,” he said at last, desperately, attempting to be reasonable despite the crazy, humiliating situation into which she had forced him, “I know that—” Brad swallowed. He had to steady himself before he could continue, very softly, “I know those other guys will want to be able to use your pussy to make them come—”

“Good,” she said with a nasty smile. “Because it’s twice as fun for me to know that you’re all too aware of what you’re getting yourself into.” She arched one eyebrow as he shivered beneath his smug gaze. “So even though I’m lubed up pretty bad right now, you know how snug I’m gonna need to be for those other dicks. Or had you forgotten,” she said teasingly, “how tight and smooth and yummy I can be inside?”

“N-no…” breathed Brad longingly. He blinked into the velvety petals of labia already thickened and damp at the thought of her planned adulteries.

“Good,” she repeated, smirking and superior in her power.

“B-b-but, gosh, Alyssa,” he pleaded, his long-denied member still helplessly aching and hard despite all the dirty, shameful things she said, “it— It wouldn’t bother anyone if you let me just masturbate first…”

Alyssa seemed to think about it for a moment. “No,” she said at last, judiciously.

“But, honey—” he whined.

“No!” she snapped. “Not unless you feel like licking it all back up!” He blanched, and that made her smile.

“B-but, Alyssa—” he attempted uncertainly.

“You agreed, Brad,” she reminded him remorselessly, her long-lashed eyes gleaming. “You agreed to everything, to become not just my husband but my cuckold—my toy, my plaything, my slave. You begged me for the chance. So I am not your mere wife now but your mistress—and you are mine to command, body and soul.”

He swallowed, squirming beneath her implacable gaze. “Yes, Mistress,” he replied at last, a little embarrassed to address her like that, yet feeling somehow that he should.

Alyssa smiled, slow and smug and superior. “So don’t you forget who’s in charge, Brad. If it amuses me to have you squirt, you will—however and wherever I might happen to choose,” she added nastily. “Of course, if I don’t feel like letting you dump your jizz, but instead prefer to let it drip and seethe and pound within your desperately swollen scrotum…” She shrugged nonchalantly with her pretty eyebrows. “Well, then you’ll just have to suffer.”

Haughtily she turned, ending the conversation, and as she strode toward the bedroom in a stately flow of smooth-muscled limbs and lovely rolling hips and buttocks, the kneeling boy stared after her longingly.

“B-b-baby…?” Brad attempted again. His poor unsatisfied cock throbbed guiltily as he thought again of the things she was going to do. Though just minutes ago he had made her gasp out her beautiful orgasm, he was not, he knew bleakly, the only one who would make her shiver and moan tonight. Yes, when she had told him so clearly that her dirty needs would take more than any one man could satisfy, it was all too easy to imagine the relentless penetrations now craved by the fragrant funnel of slippery pink wherein his loving mouth had sported so desperately…

Alyssa paused. Frowning, she rotated her head and looked back at him over one bare shoulder. “What?” she said, brisk and businesslike.

“Alyssa, honey,” he asked softly, “if you really have to do this, couldn’t you—” He squirmed as he pictured her lying beneath some stranger, split stickily open and impaled to the very core, smirkingly urging the man to squirt as all the while her poor husband had to wait, and suffer, and hold his juice...“C-couldn’t you—”

“What?” she said again, her eyes narrowing.

Brad blushed fiercely. Unsuccessfully he tried to retain some dignity, but she seemed intent on stripping him of everything. His mind’s eye burned with what she wanted, what she had rubbed his nose in—the beautiful betrayal of the thick, urgent penetration that would take his dear wife’s breath away, the sweaty grasping and clutching of unfamiliar male hands upon the tender vulnerabilities of pale alluring flesh that they attacked without love or affection, and finally the utter release of a spattering ejaculation, a release which the poor faithful Brad himself was still denied…

Brad swallowed. Oh, how easy it was to imagine that grunting masculine orgasm, throbbing and messy and unrestrained! For while it was a joy to possess that snug young cunt with every reveling stroke, to hold out and feel it slippery and welcoming and smooth along every inch of one’s rampant manhood, how particularly delightful it was, Brad had always believed, to be able at last to release all tension and thought and care not into some impersonal rubber but right down into the bare bottom of that grasping pink pit, and to feel that he had made her all his in some profound, primal way. His own poor balls felt swollen to bursting, sperm churning heavy and thick within twitching passages whose needs his wife had ignored for so long. How he longed to be the one to possess her as she gazed up heavy-lidded, to use her without remorse, and then, gasping in his helpless joy, to pour every squirt of his sperm right down into her, on and on and on, and make her all cummy and smelly and gooey inside…

But that, he knew grimly, was not to be. His own poor dick was the last one in line—and, he reminded himself shamefacedly, he had even agreed to it, and told her he was grateful merely to be granted the humiliating sloppy seconds! Other eager studs were to be given the chance first to—to—to split her wide open, to be inside of her and use her as much as they wanted, to fuck her and finally fill her with every clingy spurt of their semen, like some delectable éclair of hairy pink flesh, plump-lipped and salty-sweet and temptingly blood-warm...Brad swallowed uncomfortably.

“C-couldn’t you at least use a condom?” he whispered at last.

The girl held his gaze for a long time, her eyes glittering and powerful and mysterious. Finally, very grave, she extended her shapely white forearms and then cupped her slender hands palm-up before him. “Are you sure you don’t want this?” she asked at last.

“What?” he asked, confused by the sudden swerve.

“You seem to want to disobey me,” she said evenly, “to test my authority.” She shrugged in seeming acceptance. “I suppose, then, that you’d enjoy masturbating in front of me now and squirting all of your sperm right into my bare hands…?”

Brad’s face lit up. “Oh, sweetie,” he gasped, “really?” Why, she had never done anything quite like that before, and the thought now seemed impossibly titillating—exhibitionistic and kinky, somehow so much dirtier than just ejaculating inside her pussy, and yet also so right. Oh, to handle himself beneath the gaze of his serene, indulgent mistress, faster and faster, until finally the poor agonized urethra at the tip of his swollen purple cockhead simply dilated like a hose, and he grunted in his joy, and he just squirted all over her bare hands like a fiend...“Really?”

“Why, of course…” she cooed placidly, a faint smile quirking one corner of her supple red mouth.

Scarcely believing her sudden indulgence, the breathless boy worked in awkward haste at the fastenings of his erection-tented trousers, and in a moment he was exposed before her as he had not been in so, so long, his naked phallus standing thick and rampant and red. Already its crowning slit shone wet and salty, oozing with a clear drizzle of anticipatory seminal fluid. His hairy balls were heavy and swollen and tight. He saw her smile at the pathetic urgency of his need.

“Oh, thank you, Alyssa,” Brad gasped, “thank you!” He looked up at her for a moment, speechless in his longing, his love, his gratitude.

Gracefully his nude young wife lowered herself to one pretty knee, so that now her receptive palms were cupped just inches before his twitching organ, and her calm pale face was almost level with his reddened visage. Smirking, she gave a regal nod.

Whimpering, then, Brad simply began to masturbate without shame. He was agitated and red, panting in helpless arousal in the face of his smirking mistress’s calm, dark-eyed gaze. She posed tantalizingly naked and shapely smooth before him, while he was fully clothed except for the enormity of his protruding erection, and yet he felt far more exposed than she. For in her lovely nudity she was powerful and utterly in command, while he was but her slave, a creature subject to her slightest whims. And yet in his exquisite sensual torment, nothing seemed to matter now but that his beloved—his darling, his love, his unutterably cruel and betraying white mistress—finally had deigned to allow her groveling supplicant his chance at orgasm. Oh, what a soaking he would give her! He would fill her cupped hands like a bowl, overflowing with the urgency of his lusts!

“And when you’re done masturbating for me, my naughty little cuckold…” began Alyssa softly, her long-lashed eyes never leaving his.

“Yeah?” he grunted, his hand yanking at his engorged meat. “Yeah?”

“Then what you’ll do, sperm-slave…” she murmured teasingly, her lips seeming to caress every syllable.

“Uh-huh?” he gasped. His fist flew up and down the turgid shaft of his erection, compulsively, happily. “Uh-huh?”

“Is bend down and lick up every icky, stringy squirt,” she concluded with a quiet relish, “just like I told you before.”

Brad’s eyes went wide. Suddenly, of its own accord, his flailing hand had stopped. Then what she had said before had been no hyperbole as he first supposed, he realized slowly—she was serious, dead serious. His mouth went dry, and his stomach did a queasy little flip-flop. How cruel she was, he marveled again in a strange sort of fascinated awe, how beautiful and merciless and commanding!

“If you’re going to try to disobey me, my slave, then you’re going to take the punishment, period.” Alyssa smiled nastily into his shocked and vulnerable face. “I think I’ll enjoy watching you get down on all fours and slurp up every gooey string of your cum like a dog. I bet it’ll be even more of a turn-on for me than that time when we were dating.”

Brad blanched, hideously embarrassed, but he could only squirm inwardly as she went on.

“Remember,” she prodded him teasingly, “how I made you masturbate all over yourself in the car that night, and you squirted so hard that you got a big icky load of your own splooge right in the face? And then we kissed in it, and you swallowed the whole mouthful…?”

Brad licked his lips. Why, how could he have forgotten? And though of course he himself had thought of that night again many, many times—very secretly—Alyssa had been gracious enough never to have mentioned it. And yet now…well, now apparently no indignity was too humiliating to rub his nose in.

“Do you?” Alyssa pressed him, her eyes narrowed.

“Yeah,” he breathed softly, “I remember…” Yes, for it never failed—whenever he had chanced to think of the impossibly forbidden and yet somehow profoundly gratifying events of that night, he always developed an enormous, instantaneous hard-on, anytime, anywhere. Once or twice the remembrance had occurred in public, and it had been with great difficulty that he had concealed his shame. When the naughty thought had struck while they were at home, of course…well, he sometimes grew so inflamed that his wife, not knowing what had aroused him so, was taken aback by the wild urgency of his flatteringly sudden lovemaking. Neither of them, however, had ever spoken aloud of that night.

“You must have been turned on, too,” she reminded him mercilessly, “because you just couldn’t stop playing with yourself that night, could you, Brad? No, you just kept jacking off until your poor tired little dick couldn’t even get it up any longer…”

Brad swallowed, red-faced. Oh, yes, how well he remembered!

“Well, it’s getting me worked up again thinking about it, too,” she said slyly. “Mm, the way you just wallowed in it, those puppy-dog eyes pleading with me to start pinching your nipples again, so I would ‘make’ you have to masturbate in front of me…”

Brad licked his lips, hideously embarrassed—and yet so agonizingly aroused. It had been degrading, it had been shameful…but, oh, how deliriously fulfilling it had been that night simply to perform before her, emptying himself before her calm dark eyes! His pride, his restraint, his self-respect—yes, he had emptied himself of those just as fully as he emptied his poor spasming testicles of their semen. And yet how impossibly sweet had been the experience…

“But the thought of how you’re gonna have to whack off and do it all again right now…” She shivered faintly, her nostrils flaring in her excitation. “Well, that’s what’s really making me get juiced up and ready for all those other guys, Brad. Yeah, you must have an enormous ol’ load of cum worked up now, huh? And you do want to squirt it for me, baby, don’t you?” she teased him.

Poor Brad could only bite his lip, the engorged purple tip of his untouched cock oozing faintly in its awful excitation. God, despite the humiliations she heaped upon him, despite the shame with which she so smirkingly threatened him, still the forbidden thought made his blood rage—handling himself before her sly-eyed face, ever more urgently, panting, sweating, gasping, until finally he just convulsed in his delirium and as she watched his every fevered movement with a calm, cool superiority, he simply ejaculated without restraint all over her pretty, teasing white hands…

“Mm, you want to show me what you can do, huh?” she wondered coaxingly. “You wanna masturbate for me, bad boy? You want to splat every thick spurt of your jizz all over me? Mm, and then I get to watch you slobber through it…”

Brad gazed helplessly into her once-familiar eyes, those expressive dark things that once had seemed so loving, so comforting. Now, however, although the dilation of her pupils revealed the depths of her wicked arousal, that excitement was foreign somehow, an emotion less to be shared with a husband than forced upon a groveling slave, like it or not. Her slow smile was imperious, threatening and yet somehow thrilling at the same time.

“Well, you said you wanted to squirt bad,” Alyssa taunted him. “Do you want to come that bad…?” She flicked her eyes meaningfully at the shapely white hands still cupped before his confused red erection.

Brad blinked back at her, pale and vulnerable, his organ still wildly erect despite the enormity of his shame.

“Do you…?” she prodded with a little leer.

“No,” he whispered at last meekly.

“What was that?” asked Alyssa warningly, her dark eyes narrowing. “I thought you said you were grateful…”

Brad bit his lip, his mind awhirl. He tried to read her expression, and he guessed quickly, hoping to assuage his fierce queen of delights. “N-no, thank you, Mistress,” he breathed at last.

“That’s more like it,” she said—and Brad thrilled within to see that his answer had pleased her. Gracefully she rose to her feet again, until she towered over him naked and majestic once more, her delta of glossy damp curls hanging fragrant and tantalizing before the kneeling boy’s reddened face. She gave a slow smile that made him quiver deep inside. “Don’t you dare forget, Brad—I’m the one in charge. I am in command of every throbbing red inch of cock, and every gluey-gray drop of sperm. Do you understand now all that that entails?”

Flushing, Brad thought about it. “Y-y-yes…” he admitted. Unwillingly he imagined again how all those strangers’ fat, purpled organs would thrust repeatedly up into his dear wife’s whorishly available pussy, squelching balls-deep. His congested erection stood out red and needy as all too clearly he pictured her lying shivering and demure, perhaps touching her nipples in a languid display as she smirked naughtily at her ravishers and calmly demanded every gooey spurt of their seed. How shameless she was in her terrible needs, how wild and free!

“Good,” Alyssa nodded slowly. She stared down into his longing eyes. “If I want to feel a dick in my mouth, I will—anytime I like, anywhere I like. If I desire cock inside my pussy, I will have it—anytime that suits me, and just as much as suits me. If I feel like just whacking off some big purple hard-ons for the sheer joy of watching them squirt, I shall—whenever and wherever I want. If I want some naughty boys to just take out their big fat red dicks and masturbate all over me, until my body bubbles and drips with their splooge, I will—happily!”“

Brad could only nod back jerkily as she sneered into his helpless face. His swollen penis twitched faintly to the beat of the blood that surged within him. Enthralled, he marveled once more at her sly and yet undeniable power, her utter mastery of the strutting male form.

“If it happens to please me to rub some poor pent-up guy’s crotch through his jeans so that he finally just has to soil himself and squirt helplessly all over the inside of his clothing,” she reminded him deliberately, “I will. If instead I want to feel the thing absolutely fill my mouth with his ejaculation so that I can smack and slurp at it like a whore before simply gurgling it down my throat while he watches in awe, I will.”

Brad bit his lip, his body quivering with his own unfulfilled desires. Oh, how wickedly excruciating were the tortures to which she put him! Despite his humiliation, his flesh still ached mindlessly for its release.

“And if I wish to be used in the most intimate and natural way that a woman can be,” she continued softly, “to lie open and spread-legged and available beneath the weight of some sweating male beast, penetrated by one urgent purple cock after another, until the bottom of my womb swims full with their mingled strings of jism, full as a bowl, then I definitely won’t hesitate to let my lovers unload there.” Alyssa’s eyes burned vengefully into his.

“Or if for some reason it ever does strike my fancy to use a condom,” she added, “then I suppose I wouldn’t hesitate at that either.” She gave a playful little shrug with her evocative eyebrows and the faintest thrusting-out of the plum of her lower lip. “Of course, the only reason I can imagine for that,” she smirked, “is so that I can toss the slippery, oozing scumbag right onto your reddened face when I’m done, Brad—or preferably two or three or four of ’em!—and watch my lovers’ sperm splash and bubble and drip. And even then,” she said, her dark gaze staring a challenge into his wide, shocked eyes, “that would be only if you had begged me most humbly for the kindness.”

Brad imagined it all, his mind awhirl. The things she proposed with such a naughty relish were wrong, he told himself—demeaning to her and humiliating to her husband. He could scarcely even bear to hear them said. And yet…well, despite it all, his poor cock still projected wildly erect from the front of his clothing. He was so unendurably excited—he simply couldn’t help himself. Oh, he would do anything for this terrible queen of his, anything!

“I am your mistress,” Alyssa reminded him quietly. “You are merely my cuckolded husband, and a slave like you has no say in the way I choose to express myself sexually.”

“Yes, Mistress,” the boy whispered dutifully, his face blazing almost as red as his hungrily outthrust cock. His heart stuttered within his chest as he longed for his taunting, angel-slut wife to debauch herself utterly beneath the lovemaking of strangers so that at last she could feel fulfilled, and he could see her shudder and gasp and smile, and then he finally would have the privilege of taking out his frustrations upon her—within her!—once more…

She did not deign to reply but instead turned away again, retreated in regal silence into the bedroom, and shut the door behind her.