1. Under Her Cuntrol


    Date: 4/17/2024, Categories: Cuckold, Author: et_tu_Sue 

    ... bedtime fantasies. Sue subdued me, teased me, and tormented me. I was under her control. She would often come home soaking wet with the smell of Doc on her and in her. Doc had resized her cunt and ruined it, at least for me and my five-inch cock.

It wasn't long before Sue decided to wean me off having penetrative sex with her. I couldn't do anything for her; my days of fucking her were over. Sue would tease me and torment me, asking how I felt about her having sex with a man "bigger than me, way bigger."

While talking like that, she would wank me into submission, bringing me off as she talked about how Doc fucked her, asking me crazy things like, "Would you like to watch Doc fucking me? Would you kiss me while he was fucking me?" All this was bringing me under her cuntrol.

She knew how to play with my mind; sowing seeds of submission into my psyche. Some of the most exciting times were when I was being conditioned to accept what was going on. Sue would be getting ready to go on a date, asking me what she looked sexy in, right down to which panties and stay-ups she should wear. I'd watch as she put on her sexy stockings, knowing that Doc would be sliding his hands up her skirt, frigging her in his car before he fucked her.

She knew how to dress for Doc; she liked to look sexy for him. Sue would tell me how they would get a lot of "looks" in the pubs: a man in his forties with a woman half his age. Her wedding ring gave the game away; it was obvious they weren't ...
    ... married to each other; they were fussing over each other too much for that. No matter when Sue got home, my balls would be aching from the tension. I knew she was out, having a drink, getting a little bit tipsy, knowing Doc was buying her drinks, knowing he would be fucking her later.

My reward wouldn't be until she came home, usually around midnight; sometimes, much later, it was agony waiting for her, knowing she was dating Doc. Sometimes she wouldn't even come home at all; she would tease me by calling to say "not to worry" as she would be staying the night with him. Worse still when she didn't turn the phone off, leaving me to listen to her squealing and moaning as he was fucking her.

She would often arrive home the next morning and go straight to bed, exhausted. It helped that they were on the same shifts, 7 days on, 7 days off. Sue used to tell me she was doing an extra shift or two as they were short-staffed. It wasn't long before I figured out she would be with him, getting fucked day and night at his place when they were both off duty.

Sometimes when she came home, she looked like she'd been dragged through a hedge backwards, usually after fooling around in the back seat of a car. Some folks like to play rough; she did; some just like to hear about it; I did. One time she came home, not very late, around eleven-ish, I heard his car pull up. I met her at the front door; she walked in, gave me a wicked smile, and kissed me dominantly. Little did I know where her ...
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