Reluctant Loving Cuckoldress - Sex Stories

Reluctant Loving Cuckoldress

... taking him fully into my mouth and throat. At the same time I firmly inserted my finger into his virgin ass. I massaged his prostate as I began pistoning up and down his cock for all I was worth.

He let out a long, guttural roar / shriek as he unloaded the copious amounts of semen he had built up in jet after jet down my throat. I was swallowing as fast as I could. I had considered holding it and feeding it back to him. But I WANTED it for myself.

I know he was surprised by my next move. Rather than get up and relax, I did what he enjoyed doing for me. I tenderly suckled his now flaccid member... carefully because I knew he would be hypersensitive.

When he responded again and was fully turgid, I swung my leg over his midsection and lined his shaft up with my moist womanhood. I placed his head against my nether lips and paused for a moment.

Reading things incorrectly, my considerate husband said, "We don't have to do this if you are too sore from last night... I know it was a lot..."

I could not forego the opportunity to arouse his penchant for humiliation and more specifically, small penis humiliation. I forced a sardonic laugh, "Oh, sweetheart. Tha-a-ank you. I am really, really sore... but Littles is not going to be a problem..."

Just as his face turned crimson with embarrassment, I sank all the way down onto him, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from him.

I rode him slowly and carefully at first, wanting to draw out the pleasure for both of us as long as ...

... possible... for the full two minutes he could manage, if I could.

I was in for a big, beautiful surprise. It seemed now that he knew he could satisfy me with his "other" cock, he was not obsessing about the real one so much. Since he was not thinking too much about NOT cumming... he did not cum so easily.

When I got past those two minutes and realized he was not breathing awkwardly and focused on controlling himself, I began to let go. Before long I was approaching an orgasm...

When I felt it wash over me... when I came and he did not, I began pounding myself down upon him, rotating my hips, digging my claws into his chest, chasing that next cum.

"Oh, gawd, I love you, Trent!"

And then, as I was trembling through another series of orgasms, he shot off like a rocket, filling me with cum and lifting me off of the bed.

As I sat on his face, letting him clean himself from me, I looked down at his face between my breasts, "You know how you doing this became a regular thing? How every time you cum in me or on me, you have to clean me?"

He nodded.

"I think you started something last night... how about every-time you make love to me like that and I get to cum... you don't..."

It was not really a question. But his increased passion at devouring me and his quickly growing erection told me he was all in.

We seem to have found our happy place. Trent loves that he can now take care of me, and I am obviously elated about it.

I am in control of our love life. ...