“That’s it,” he encouraged her, “try, try…we work for the things we want…look at your bride, suck a pretty little cocksucker in her wedding lingerie.”
I couldn’t help it, I started to reach down for my own penis. “Stop,” he hissed. Immediately my hand froze, so did Nicole’s mouth; she looked up, obviously hurt, afraid, his cock half in her mouth. “Not you, my pretty little cocksucker,” he said touching her face, “your husband was about to touch himself, he certainly enjoys watching you suck cock, his little penis is hard…if you call it that.”
Nicole started to look back but he stopped her, his hands on her head, held her mouth on his cock, halfway down the shaft. “No, no, you just worry about cock, Nicole…this is your world right now, not your husband, not yourself, nothing but cock, nothing but my cock, nothing until you’re done.”
I saw her look up, saw the question in her eyes. “Done?” I asked for her.
He grinned. “Done…until she makes me cum in her mouth.”
“She…she doesn’t like that,” I moaned pathetically, because she was sucking his cock with abandon.
“She doesn’t like it with you, sissy,” he growled, “she clearly loves it with a man. Don’t you?”
“Hmmm,” Nicole moaned, mouth stuffed with cock, sucking.
“Don’t you dare stop,” he warned her, head between his thick hands. “Try to swallow it.”
“But…”
“Hold her hair.”
“Please…”
“Hold her hair back, sissy, some may squirt out.”
I knelt by my bride, took her hair in my hands, pulled it back from her face. She glanced at me, eyes hungry, yet accusing, too. This was my fault, I knew it, I started this, I brought us to this point. I knew she was scared, I could sense it, yet she wasn’t stopping, if anything, she threw herself into it, sucking him with abandon, working his cock, sliding it in and out of her mouth, licking, sucking.
“Ohhhhh,” Mr. Thompson hissed, “you’re good, but you’re going to need practice. Now don’t you stop, Nicole, a bride needs to show her man what she can do!”
He thrust his hips upward, held her head tight, let out a deep growl, almost a roar. “Don’t stop, don’t you fucking stop.” I heard her gag, knew he was cumming, tried to beg him to stop, to let her take her mouth off, but no words were spoken, I just held her hair, watched, felt my own penis strain against the panties I wore, watched as my wife struggled to swallow his cum.
He continued growling for a good minute, shaking, each spasm another blast of cum for Nicole to try to swallow. Finally, he slowed, but he held her mouth down on him and I saw a dribble of cum escape her lips and dribble down the corner of her mouth. He eased his hold on her head, slowly pulled her mouth up until the bulbous head popped from her lips. I continued to hold her hair, necessary now to keep it off the cum, listened to her pant, breathing heavily, look up at him, like she was looking for approval, feedback, affirmation.
He smiled, reached forward with his fingers, scooped the cum from her face, help his fingers to her mouth. “Don’t waste a man’s cum, Nicole,” he said feeding it to her, stroking her face with his other hand. “Not bad, not bad for a first blow job. More eye contact, play with the balls, and careful with the teeth.”
“I…I’m sorry,” she apologized, “I didn’t know…”
“A for effort,” he said, “solid A for effort. Solid B for performance. It’s a learned skill, you’ll improve.” He saw my eyes, read what I was thinking, laughed. “Don’t you ever expect that,” he scolded me, “that’s something a woman does for a man.”
Nicole blushed, I looked down ashamed. “I…”
“Don’t Nicole,” Mr. Thompson stopped her, “don’t feel guilty for a second. His little penis is as hard as you are wet.” Nicole’s eyes darted to mine, asking. “Lean forward, sissy,” he chuckled, “touch it against her leg, let her feel.”
I didn’t move, afraid to confirm it for her, afraid to let her know how hard I was, how excited I’d gotten watching her suck his cock, but it didn’t matter, for when I didn’t move, she did, thrust her hip to the side, felt my erection. “Jason,” she whispered.
“Can…can we go change,” I asked pulling back.
“Change?”
“You…you’re done,” I said.
He laughed. “The bet was I was going to fuck her, Jason.”
“But…but she…you…”
“Ahhh,” he smiled, “you’re thinking like a little beta boy, one squirt and you’re done for the night. I’m not done, Jason, a man isn’t like a little boy like you.”
“But…she…she…”
“Jason,” Nicole whispered, “the…the bet was…”
“But…”
“The bet was to fuck her,” he laughed.
“Nicole, you…we don’t have to…”
She looked away, looked down, face red. “Jason,” she whispered.
He laughed, a deep, satisfying laugh. “What?” I asked.
“You’re right, Jason, you don’t have to. I told you I wasn’t going to do anything you didn’t agree to. I’m not a rapist—a dominant man who takes what he wants, sure—but only from a woman that wants to. So you don’t have to, but you’re forgetting something.”
“The…the money,” I sighed.
“Nope,” he grinned, “it’s not about the money. I’d let the money go.
“Jason,” Nicole tried to interrupt, but I stopped her.
“We…we don’t have to pay?” I asked, surprised.
“Jason,” she said again.
“Nope,” he said.
“So…so we…she…she doesn’t have to…”
“Fuck me?” he smiled.
“Jason,” Nicole said, her voice strange, distant.
“Nope,” he said, “but you’re still missing something.”
“Nicole,” I said, turned to her, only then saw her eyes fluttering, realized she was half panting like she was…I looked down, saw his hand between her legs fingering her.
“She wants to, Jason, it isn’t about the money, not now, it isn’t about the bet, not now. She wants to.”
“But…”
“Please,” Nicole begged, “Jason…please…”
“She wants it, Jason, don’t you see…your bride wants cock, she wants my cock, she needs it.”
“Nicole,” I said softly.
“Ohhhhhhhhh,” my bride moaned as he fingered her.
“What do you want, Nicole?” he asked with a bemused look on his face.
“Please,” she said, shaking.
“What. Do. You. Want.”
“You…your…” she hesitated.
“What do you want?” he growled, pulling his hand back, teasing her.
“Your cock,” she gasped.
“Ohhhh,” I mumbled softly, melting.
“He’s going to watch, Nicole, he’s going to watch me take you, he’s going to watch his bride get fucked.”
“Yes,” she moaned when he touched her again.
“It’s never going to be the same, Nicole, once a woman’s had cock, real cock, there’s no going back.”
“Ohhhhh,” she moaned as he fingered her. “Beg,” he grinned. “Beg.”
My innocent wife, who never vocalized in bed, who was prim, proper, shy, and demure, looked up at him, begged first with her eyes, then with her mouth. “Please…please fuck me,” she said, “please…I…I need it…I need you…inside me. Please.”
“Take her to the bedroom, sissy,” he snarled at me, standing, unbuttoning his shirt. “Go.”
I helped my wife to her feet, led her to the bedroom holding one hand, another on her waist. “I…I’m sorry,” she whispered to me as we walked away from him.
“Nicole, I…”
“You…you bet me,” she said softly, stopped and I bumped into her, for a second, had my erection pressed against her ass. “You…you want to watch,” she said.
“Nicole,” I whispered.
“Hold…h
old me…hold my hand when…when he fucks me,” she said softly.
“Yes,” I managed to say as we paused by the bed.
“Take her panties down,” he ordered me as he followed us into the bedroom, “take her panties down and help her onto the bed on her hands and knees.”
“But…”
“You make love to her like a woman, sissy, tender, kissing…is this okay? He said in a mocking voice. “Does that feel good? I’m a man, sissy, I don’t make sweet, tender love, I FUCK women.”
My hands were shaking as I knelt before my wife and slowly lowered her panties, helped her step out of them and then helped her to the bed. She did as he asked, and with my help, positioned herself on her hands and knees, ass high, pussy open and exposed, vulnerable, even helpless. Up, spread, open, she presented herself to him in a position not to make love, but instead a position to be taken, to be fucked. She leaned down, made her ass and pussy go higher, an invitation.
“Lick her,” he growled at me taking his shirt off.
“Lick her?” I asked.
“Lick her,” he repeated himself. “Prepare her, get your wife ready for me, taste just how badly she wants it.” He pointed to the ground, pulled Nicole backwards so her uncovered pussy was perched over the edge of the bed. “Kneel,” he nodded, “get your bride ready for a man.”
I didn’t want to admit it to him or myself, but I was so excited I moved without thinking, found myself kneeling down, a hand on the back of each of her thighs, touching stocking and garter, and leaned forward. She was soaked, wetter than I’d ever felt her, so wet my mouth added nothing except an intimate connection, the reassurance her husband wanted her to get fucked as much as she did. So I licked her and felt her shake in orgasm, tasted her knowing she’d never be like this again, never be pure and innocent, not after he had her.
I realized that instant I was never going to look at her and not picture his cock in her mouth and in a few minutes, never picture her without his cock in her pussy. “Perfect,” I heard him behind me taking off his pants, “that’s just where a sissy belongs, on his knees, sucking. Now move, watch, then hold her.”
I shuffled to the side, my mouth and face covered with her pussy juices, watched him move behind her, naked, his erection pointing forward towards her, the bulbous head seeking her, ready to open her. She’d never had anything like that inside her, something so thick, something so intense. He moved his hips forward ever so slightly until the head of his cock was just barely touching her wet, red lips, causing Nicole to flinch as she felt him against her.
“What do you want, Nicole?” he asked her with a wicked tone.
“Please,” she begged, “please.”
“What do you want?” he demanded again as he moved forward a fraction of an inch, put just the tip, just the thick bulb of his cock between her lips.
“Fuck me,” Nicole moaned, trying to press against him, but he moved his hips back, keeping just the tip inside her, no more than half the head.
“What do you want?” he demanded yet again.
“You…your cock,” she moaned, “please, I…I want your cock inside me.”
He jiggled his hips, moistened the head of his cock with her juices, started pushing himself slowly into my wife, stretching her pussy lips, spreading her open. I stared intently, listening to Nicole moan as she felt the pressure of his cock pressing into her, felt my own penis twitch as I watched him invade my wife. He gripped her hips to hold her steady, pushed firmly and we both listened to her hoarse cry as the head of his cock stretched her pussy open.
“Ohhhhhhh fuck,” she moaned and I was stunned how aroused she was with nothing but the head of his cock inside her and even more stunned how aroused I was. Breathing heavily, she leaned into the bed, raised her ass higher, reached back with one hand and found one of mine, took it, squeezed it.
I looked away from his cock and her pussy towards her; she was looking at me, face flushed, panting softly, half moaning. “Mmggmmmmmrrrrr,” she managed to groan.
He pulled back slightly but didn’t pull his head out, pushed forward, and moving back and forth, rocking his hips, he gradually stretched her lips, buried more of his cock inside her, a half inch at a time until it was half in. I realized she was squeezing my hand, hard. “What?” I asked, afraid.
“Big,” she moaned, “he…he’s…big…”
“Mr. Thompson,” I looked at him, tried to stop him, was worried about his invasion of my wife’s small, tight pussy. She was right, I realized, his cock was too big for her, too much.
“She’ll take it,” he said said holding steady for a moment, “she’s made to take cock, she’ll take it.” He started moving back and forth again, pushing more and more of his cock into her and she was groaning as she opened up, as he filled her.
“It’s too much,” I said but he ignored me, pulled back, grabbed her hips, pushed deeper into my helpless bride. She cried out as she was fully stretched and impaled on his cock, crying out again as he pushed all the way into her with short jabs.
I looked at her, bent over on her knees, her face in the bed looking at me, Mr. Thompson, all but a stranger to us, cock pushed almost fully into her pussy. “Please,” I said, wanting him to stop as much as I wanted him to continue.
He paid no attention to me and began fucking her with long, steady strokes, pulling his cock back until just the head was inside her, pushing forward powerfully as he held her hips for leverage. Nicole’s body was shaking with each thrust and she was groaning and moaning, crying out as he fucked her until he body started shaking, until a spasm washed over her as she was overwhelmed by an orgasm.
He knew what he was doing, fucked like I never imagined, held his cock steady in place as her body shook. The second she stopped, the second she looked like she was going to collapse, he started again. “Wait,” she started to say, “wait,” but he ignored her, fucked her harder, almost a punishment, each stroke pulling seven of his eight inches out and burying every his cock deep inside her, pushing her ass so he was as deep as he could go, his balls slapping her pussy.
She was shaking again, uncontrollably, shaking like I’d never seen her shake. Every time he pushed all the way in, her thighs spasmed, her eyes rolled back into her head, she shook all over, and moaned like she’d lost her mind. “Fuck me,” she called out, “yes, fuck me.”
I looked up, saw his face, the contortion, the focus, realized he was going to cum inside my wife. “Nicole,” I whispered and I saw her eyes focus on me. “Nicole, he…”
“Don’t stop,” she stammered. “Don’t let him stoppp….aohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” She was shaking like she was uncontrollably cold and suddenly he groaned, fully impaled her again, harder, deeper still. He whole body was shuddering like she was having the most powerful orgasm of her life. He kept this rhythm, slowly fucking her with the last inch of his cock, pulling back an inch, two at most, when her shudders stopped, pushing back in, making her cum again. This went on and on, over and over, until I’d lost count, just stunned Nicole’s body could respond this way during sex.
Finally, he stopped pulling back, held it there as he erupted inside her, his face grimacing as he spurted again and again.
I was overcome with emotion, part of me knowing I’d never be able to do what he just did, never fuck her like that, never make her cum like that. My penis was swollen, harder than it had ever been, hard knowing I’d never fuck her like that, never make her cum like that, wondering if I’d made a huge mistake, knowing she’d never be able to forget what she’d felt, what she was still feeling.
Finally, he started to pull out, slowly, his cock still thick, now covered with her juices and his cum. Nicole just lay there, face down, ass up, juices covering her pussy. “Jason,” she managed to say squeezing my hand.
“Clean her,” I head him say and I looked at her again, at her red, swollen pussy, started to stand to go to the bathroom to get a towel. “No,” he growled, “lick her.”
I felt my penis jump even as my brain fr
oze. “L…lick her?” Nicole moaned, whimpered, squeezed my hand. “But…but she’s…you…”
“Lick her clean.”
I looked at her pussy, wet, slick, their fluids mixed together, her juices, his cum. “But…” I started to say, stopped when I saw Nicole’s eyes on mine.
“Please,” she said softly, “please.”
“Lick her clean,” he said more forcefully.
My penis was so hard, I was so aroused from watching him fuck her and cum inside her, I was helpless, destined. I lowered myself from the bed and held her legs open, stared at her swollen pussy. The scent overwhelmed me, the deep, masculine musky smell of his cum mixed with the sweetness of her juices.
“Lick her clean, Jason, thank her for paying your debt, lick the mess you made her make. Lick her, she’s raw and sore, lick her gently.”
I wasn’t in control, not at that moment, I wasn’t in control as I leaned forward, mouth open, tongue out, and tentatively licked her from her clit to her ass. She started shaking again, gently this time as another waive of pleasure swept over her, different, but intense. The taste was so much different; part of my brain knew I was licking his cum, another part didn’t care, I just wanted to make my wife cum again, even like this, even licking her swollen pussy.
I sensed him move, sensed him whispered in her ear. “My legs,” she said and moved up the bed slowly, almost leading me with her. I felt him touch my arms, flinched, but he held fast, moved me with her, turned me so I was on my back, mouth on her pussy as it hovered over me.
“Now,” I heard him say and she relaxed her legs, lowered herself down, pressed her pussy against my mouth, trapping it open. Then I felt her muscles, her thighs, her pelvis loosen, relax, and thick, musky fluid fall into my mouth, a tiny leak at first, then great gobs of it. I just swallowed like she had half an hour earlier, swallowed as his cum emptied into my mouth, sucked it, ashamed how greedy I was, thrilled at each orgasm she had.
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