by Raven Merlot
“It’s too big,” she whined. She looked up at daddy’s approval, begging for mercy. She was intimidated by his massiveness. She feared dying on that fucking thing. But Connor knew she was still horny and wanting more. After all, he was an expert at detecting smells. And Christa’s pussy was oozing.
“Thanks for playing. Don’t worry, not all women can accommodate me. But now it’s your turn.”
A dizzy Christa giggled to herself as Connor pushed her back on the sofa and pushed her legs apart.
He put his face against her red panties and inhaled, taking in her humid scent.
“Can you smell that?” Christa cooed.
“Yesss…” Connor said, his voice deepening as his entire body rocked with anticipation. Smelling Christa was an aphrodisiac and his cock tightened so hard it hurt.
Connor pushed her legs together and pulled down Christa’s panties. She was wonderfully raw; a furry blond bush, neatly trimmed, but proudly hairy.
Connor remembered that John always bragged about his oral technique. All the more reason to outdo him and make his mistress cum even harder from a good tongue lashing.
He started slow, tasting her pussy juices and sampling her thin lips.
Christa’s moans encouraged him on, as he licked the full length of her pussy lips.
“Oh, yes…keep going…”
“You like that?”
“Yes…”
“Tell me how much you like it.”
“I like it…”
“No, like you appreciate it. Like how your master would say it.”
Christa smiled up at Connor, a mad flash of scandal on her face.
“Baby needs it. Please…punish my pussy. Make me your bitch.”
“That’s more like it.”
Connor began licking the clitoral hood just barely grazing the clit. He was already sending Christa into shuddering pangs of orgasm. But he was saving the best part for last.
“Yes, lick me…right there, Master.”
“Such a good girl,” Connor said. “I knew I wanted to fuck you the first moment I saw you. Because I could tell…you’re as seriously into kink as I am.”
“Oh, yeah?” Christa hummed as Connor stroked her pubic hair while tongue-tickling her clit. “You mean I just want a bad ass Dom to punish me, baby?”
“Yeah. And I knew you needed a little TLC too. You looked…lonely.”
Christa flinched as Connor began to pull back on her mound and hood, fully exposing her clit. He stroked her most sensitive spot with his tongue.
“Ohhhh! Ohhh, that feels good!”
Connor licked her clit faster, increasing the speed and rhythm. Each flick sent a wave of pleasure throughout Christa’s body.
“Ohhhh, God!” she groaned. “Oh, shit! We have to be quiet!”
Just as Christa started to worry and quiet things down, Connor tongued her clit twice as hard and fast. Every wiggle of his tongue electrified Christa, sending her pussy into spasming orgasm.
By the tenth stroke, she was cumming hard and biting down on her lip in order to stop from bellowing throughout the house.
Connor licked her rapidly another ten times welcoming a second orgasm, this time with Christa grabbing onto her hair and deeply exhaling.
“Ohhhh, fuck!” she said, trying to whisper, but sounding throughout the poorly insulated house more than she thought she would.
“I want you to cum again,” Connor said, this time inserting two fingers into her steaming wet cunt.
“Ohh, God…I can’t take much more of this! But we have to keep it down!”
“Does your boyfriend eat you out like this?”
Connor stared her down, fingering her G-spot and forcing a reluctant third orgasm from her already reeling body.
“What? What do you mean?” she sighed, perturbed at the conversation but feeling an intense pressure right on her G-spot.
“Your boyfriend. Does he eat your pussy this good?”
“Well…that’s none of your…”
Connor whispered… “John. Do I eat pussy better than John?”
Suddenly, Christa felt a wrenching pang of orgasm, three times as intense as the first. Connor had already pounded her G-spot into contraction. But this time, as he lifted the hood and settled his tongue on her sensitive bulging clit, he was determined to fuck Christa’s head up just as intensely as her body.
Christa grabbed the sofa with both hands, then Connor’s hair, then her own head as she gushed out pungent juices and hollered at the ceiling.
“Ohhhh! I’m cumming! God damn you! God damn you!”
Connor intensified the G-spot stroking and clit licking, forcing another orgasm from Christa. She came right then and there, staring Connor in the eyes, hating him, but begrudgingly respecting him for giving her the best oral she ever had.
Connor thought it was a magical feeling to taste and smell a woman the moment of orgasm and gushing. He couldn’t wait to tell John of the amazing experience.
***
But it was safe to say that John had some inclination of just how good Connor’s oral skills were. In fact, both John and Stephanie had been woken by Christa’s banshee-like screaming, even though she probably thought she was being quiet.
For minutes on end, all they heard were sounds of slurping, cumming, groaning, and objecting. The only thing they didn’t hear was Connor’s whispering revelation that he knew John and Christa were fucking. But they heard everything else all the way to Christa’s embarrassed plea of, “Oh shit, I soaked the couch!”
They were both unsettled to say the least. Stephanie tried to think of something funny or awkward to say but nothing sprung to mind. She felt strangely jealous of Christa’s pleasure.
John, meanwhile, was seeing red. The deal wasn’t Christa—the deal was Stephanie! Connor betrayed him and made a laughing stock of a man in his own house. There would be hell to pay, John would make sure of it. He would get the last laugh in the end.
John and Stephanie finally avoided the awkward sex talk after the noises died down. Stephanie shrugged it off and happily exclaimed, “Well, at least Christa won’t be moping around so much. How bad could things be if you got some hot young guy crushing on you?”
“Yeah, maybe she’ll grow the fuck up and stop crashing here all the time.” John laughed, at least content in the knowledge that Stephanie still had no idea what was really going on.
But then, just as John and Stephanie snuggled together ready for a good night’s sleep, the sound of judgment sounded crudely throughout the house.
“My dick is too big for you. And your pussy is worn out. But I’m hard as a rock, slave girl!”
“Then please take my titties, master. Please…cum all over me. I want your cum.”
John and Stephanie listened awkwardly as they heard muffled excited voices and the distinct noise of a couch clanking up and down, back and forth. Both couldn’t help but visualize every titty-fucking stroke, try though they might.
Just when they thought the two lovebirds were finished, more clanking and yanking could be heard. When Connor finally did cum, he unleashed a monstrous roar, definitely letting the whole household know who was in charge. Connor didn’t just cum and howl once, but four times—each cry louder and more guttural than the last.
“Oh God, you fucking drenched me!” Christa laughed, presumably covered in so much sperm she was going to need two showers.
John was beside himself with jealousy. He couldn’t scrape the picture of his true love, Christa, covered in another man’s jizz from his imagination. Stephanie also had disturbing thoughts and later dreams ransack her mind.
At that moment, John desired Christa more than ever before. The idea of another man making love to her stung him to his very core. He had to reclaim her. Fight harder for her. Lick her twice as hard. He had to win this game.
Oh, yes, and Stephanie…his wife. He desired above all else Stephanie, that is, to PROTECT Stephanie from this monster.
Part 2: A Cuckold's Home is Hi
s Castle
Connor made it a point to walk to the living room slowly, taking his time making every step count. His steps might as well have been strokes. He was so proud of every movement he made. He was always in the moment, whether he was walking into a room or fucking his buddy’s mistress. And whenever he walked, people listened.
John, Stephanie, and Christa weren’t particularly happy to see Connor the next morning. Connor slept well that night, naked, as always, and sprawled out on the couch. Christa thought it prudent to flee to the guestroom after the fact. Her tryst with Connor was so loud it kept everyone up for hours. John had to actually tap Connor on the shoulder and ask him, without much sympathy, to please shower and get the fuck dressed before breakfast.
Even when Connor joined the dining room table for breakfast, he seemed oblivious to how his presence affected others. Christa was pissed that Connor knew about her affair with John. Stephanie was annoyed that Connor just moved in on her best friend with hardly a worry. And John, well, John was mad that Connor blatantly broke the bro code and hit on—and scored with—the wrong woman. He nailed Christa, not Stephanie, as was agreed upon.
Of course, Connor moved slowly, not fully awake yet, and was far more interested in taking in the smell of eggs over easy than acknowledging the bad blood. He finally pulled on a pair of pants and a mostly buttoned shirt, although his bare chest was still rudely protruding.
“Someone likes thyme. A good nose. Kudos to the chef.”
Connor sat down and made himself at home.
“Did you sleep okay?” John asked Connor, shooting him daggers.
“Yes. Like a baby.”
John exhaled. His frown, his rising anger was palpable. But he couldn’t exactly explain to Connor why he was so pissed—not in public anyway. For all Stephanie knew, Christa was single and looking. Christa was also happy to have revenge-rebound sex with Connor, since she had just broken up with John. But the fact that Connor knew about John and Christa’s torrid affair made the whole thing…weird.
Of course, Connor was more concerned about the eggs at that moment. He ate and grunted the same way he made love. That didn’t sit well with anyone at the dining room table.
“These are fantastic,” Connor said enthusiastically, stuffing the eggs into his mouth.
“Glad you like them,” John said with a resting bitch face. “I’m always there for you when you want to take something of mine.”
“Thanks, bro,” Connor said with a nod.
“You came out so damn late, I just said fuck it and made your eggs over easy.”
“Well, I do tend to come out late,” Connor said with a snort. But John wasn’t laughing. At least Stephanie chuckled.
“But you did good, my friend,” Connor said. “Eggs are good any which way. As long as they’re not fertilized.” He laughed.
“Okay, let’s get something straight,” John said, suddenly agitated. “I don’t see any point in playing stupid. I know you and Christa slept together last night.”
Stephanie covered her face in embarrassment. Christa fumed and stared down John.
“Yeah. So?”
“So? You don’t think it’s disrespectful to come into this house, my house, and fuck with some girl’s mind—some girl you just met? It’s predatory behavior.”
Connor dropped his silverware and stared back. “Are you implying that I did anything without her consent? How dare you.”
“It sounded like you were aggressive with her,” John said, hands on hips, and talking smack. “And Christa is a dear friend of ours. She’s like family to us.”
Stephanie rolled her eyes.
“Oh God,” Christa said, hiding her face. “Guys, this is really embarrassing. Can we just…not?”
“No,” John commanded Christa. “This is about my house. And what I allow to go on in my house.”
“So you’re saying I didn’t have permission to screw Christa?” Connor said, remaining surprisingly calm.
“Well, she’s a grown woman. But I didn’t give you permission to screw on my couch and in my home.”
“Ah, I see.”
“Yeah. So I think you owe Christa and me an apology.”
“Why does he owe you an apology?” Stephanie said suspiciously. “What do you care what Christa does on her own time?”
John raged back. “Well, I guess it’s time to pile a heap of steaming shit on John, isn’t it?” He stared Stephanie down. “Thanks for always having my back, honey.”
“Sorry…I was just confused.”
John stared at Stephanie, and then to Christa until they both quieted down. Connor looked on in amusement.
“And you…” John said to Christa. “Ought to be a little more careful with sleeping with random guys you hardly know. Just a thought? If you have any self-respect.”
Christa quieted down, especially after John’s fiery eyes stared at her in warning.
John, now feeling high from the reverberations of his own loud voice, turned his attention to Connor. He stood up from the table, enjoying the sensation of looking down at his opponent. “I think it’s best if you left, Connor. To be honest. I know we’re friends and all, but I think it’s reprehensible how you’ve treated these girls. This family. So just get your shit together and leave. Okay?”
Christa shook her head and stormed away from the table.
“Hey!” John called out. “Did I say you could go?” John turned back to Connor and folded his arms. “You see? You really wrecked her emotionally. How dare you.”
Connor laughed heartily.
“I should go too,” Stephanie said, suddenly feeling disgusted with the whole breakfast.
“Hey! Why is everyone else leaving? I ordered Connor to leave, not you.”
Stephanie left the table too, leaving only Connor and John at the table.
“See?” John said, shrugging it off. He sat back down and began eating his bacon and eggs. “You treat people like shit, that’s what happens.”
“Interesting. Tell me, Oh Big Man of this Castle, why do you think I treat people like shit?”
“I heard you, man. The way you were talking to Christa. Calling her a bitch and whore. I think that’s very disrespectful to women.”
“Oh, I see. Even though she liked it? It got her off?”
“Hey, I know from experience. Christa gets off to anything. But she doesn’t like the whole BDSM, Dom thing. Not one bit.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
“Even though…well…”
“What?”
“Isn’t it obvious, John? You ARE the Dom of these women. You dominate their lives. You stare them down and guilt trip them until they do what you want. Even though you’re not ‘into’ the Dom/sub game, you still are playing it. You don’t even know it. At least when I use the word bitch, it’s just what they want to hear. You, my friend, really seem insecure enough to need all that shit.”
“Whatever. You failed, dude. Get the fuck out of my house.”
“I didn’t fail,” Connor said with a smile.
“Uh, yeah, you did. You screwed the wrong girl. You messed up our deal.”