Reluctant Loving Cuckoldress - Sex Stories

Reluctant Loving Cuckoldress

... manhood throbbed, then a stain of pre-cum spread across his crotch.

"Dayum, honey. Nuff said, Littles answered for both of you... ya pervert." This time I said it with humor, not disgust.

"Go get your chastity rig. And come back naked."

When he came back carrying the cage, I had intended to have him put the cage on, and I would lock it. But all the talk and the cage had his cock looking like an iron bar.

I thought about ice. But then something else I had read several times in his "favorited" stories crossed my mind. It was something that intrigued me.

I pulled my t-shirt up over my head. Being at home, I was not wearing a bra. So my 38-DD's spattered with freckles, silver dollar sized areola and already erect eraser-like nipples, bounced free before him. As always, his cock pulse upwards in appreciation.

I tried hard to affect a bored voice. It was not easy, because my erect nipples and moist nether regions proved that to be a lie.

"Jerk off on my boobs."

He hesitated. Until recently, he did not even think I knew he masturbated. He was deeply embarrassed.

"Come on. I did it in front of you, and I know you jack off like crazy. I don't have all day, get to it."

He began stroking himself slowly and carefully. I knew what he was doing. He did not want to embarrass himself even more by cumming too quickly. He moved his off hand to touch my breasts.

I slapped it away. "Uh-uh, nope. You have not earned that yet." Then I began to tweak my own hard ...

... nipples, letting out a satisfied moan.

"Hurry up, quick-shot. Get 'er done."

He gave in and began pumping faster. I fixed him with a reproachful look and his hand became a blur. Within seconds he let out a loud, plaintive groan and shot rope after thick rope onto my breasts. I leaned back so it would not drip off.

I laughed derisively for effect. In truth, I was hot and ready. But I knew humiliation would make it that much better for him.

When he recovered and his erection flagged, I demanded he put the cage on before he grew turgid again. "Hurry up. Lock it."

Now that "my" cock was secure I was ready for the real test.

I glanced down at the milky globs on my breasts, and the rivulets slowly forming on my nipples and abdomen.

"Lick it up."

There was hesitation. He had just cum, his arousal no longer making things palatable.

"Hurry up, before it drips on my shorts, honey..." I was using a pouty voice now.

He dropped to his knees and used his tongue to lap up the semen dripping down my tummy. Then he moved up and began sucking it off of my chest.

YES!

Had he said no, I would have relented. But he did not say no. He almost greedily complied.

He did not know it. But he would never ejaculate again, inside of me or out, when he would not clean it up with his tongue. Ever. I had not thought of it yet, but no man would cum in our house... specifically Malcolm, without my husband cleaning it up. His life had just changed and he was oblivious.

I ...