Reluctant Loving Cuckoldress - Sex Stories

Reluctant Loving Cuckoldress

... aroused state.

I felt him toss around during the night, then could tell he was trying to "suffer" in silence during the day.

Finally I took his hand and guided him to the bedroom. Since we were home alone, we were both naked already. I had used this to tease the hell out of him all day, which had helped to get me in the mood again. There is something about a man's lustful glances that turns a girl on. It is nice to be appreciated.

I sat on the bed with him standing before me. I used my key to unlock him, then removed the chastity device and sat it on the nightstand.

His trooper immediately came to attention... I loved it. I removed the penis extension from it's box and handed it to him to put on. While he did so, I read the box. It was to fit on his shaft like a condom. His erection would keep it in place. Allegedly, he would feel very little, preventing him from cumming while the very lifelike phallus was to take me to new heights.

My plan, if this worked, was either to pull the extension off and let him finish inside me after I had gotten mine. Or, if I was excited enough, maybe I would give him his first ever blow job!

The extension added inches to his length, and significantly increased his girth. It hung obscenely from his midsection.

I lay back on the bed, opening myself to him. He spread some lube on his new member, then carefully placed it at my entrance.

The broad head felt good as it opened me, then slowly, carefully he pressed into me. It ...

... was definitely hitting all of the right spots as Malcolm had, although Trent was going to need to experiment with angles. I had to admit it would feel better if it had the warmth and pliability of his real penis, but it was doing the job.

Once I was adjusted the the size of it, Trent began to establish a rhythm, pistoning in and out of me. I was feeling really good, and after a couple of minutes I felt an orgasm overtake me.

I was moaning and giving him soft encouragements, "Oh, baby, yes... right there... you're doing it, sweetheart... Oh, gawd I'm cumming!"

When I relaxed a bit, building toward another release, I thought about how he was still not hitting my G-spot the way Malcolm did; but my love for him made up for it. Oh, well, baby steps.

Then I saw a look on his face I had seen all to often before. He was struggling. My guess was the extension was not working as advertised, and he WAS being stimulated. That coupled with the sounds and sensations of my release were too much.

I was about to offer for him to take a break when he groaned, "Noooooo!"

He was filling the extension with his seed with a ruined orgasm. He looked like he could cry, but of course he didn't. I don't know if I've ever seen him cry.

He softened, and now it was me who had the obscene object hanging from my genitals.

Trent began to apologize profusely, but I placed my hand flat on his chest in a comforting motion and hushed him.

"Shhhh... you don't need to apologize. We tried ...