The Ballad of John and Al Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

The Ballad of John and Al Ch. 02

... and he was losing control.

"You know why I want to cuck you with someone here in the complex?" she asked.

"Why?" he asked. He knew, but he wanted to hear it from her wicked lips.

"Because I want you to see the guy who cucked you. Every day."

Oh, God. He was losing it.

"And you won't know. Was it him? Was ithim? Every single man ... you'll have to wonder..."

Oh, Jesus Christ, he thought. The humiliation of the scene she was suggesting affected him in a way he hadn't expected. He was lost. He felt his orgasm launching itself, and all he could do was plant himself as deeply in his fiancé as he could get and let it wash over him.

A few moments later, as he came down from ecstasy, he clutched Al to him and whispered "Sorry."

"Shhh," she responded. "Don't be."

He shuddered with pleasure and gratitude. No, it wasn't the first time he had ever cum first, but it certainly wasn't their usual routine. He was astounded at the power she was wielding over him.

"So," she said, running her hands over his back. "You know what I figured out today??

"What?"

"You not only like being teased. You like being denied. Don't you?"

"I ... I don't know."

"Yes, you do," she insisted. "You loved sitting on your ...

... hands."

He pulled out of her and rolled over on his back. Yeah, yes, he had loved that. She rolled onto her side beside him.

"So, here's what I've decided," she whispered. "I'm going to find a lover. And I'm going to let him have me, bit by bit.

"And everything I give to him ... is something that you're not going to get any more."

"What?" he thought. His mind was in no condition to figure out how that would work.

But his spent cock just twitched.

She had rolled halfway on top of him, one soft thigh draped across his stomach, her slick pussy pressed against his hip, leaking his seed onto him.

"Everything in your life you've ever wanted, you've just gone and done it, haven't you?" she commented.

"It must be really exciting to think there's something you can't have. And that some other guy can ..." His heartrate still hadn't slowed down from his orgasm, and now it was accelerating again. He had been through lots of stress tests, but nothing like this.

"Baby," she cooed. "My big, strong, hero. It must be exhausting to always be in control, always facing down every possible challenge. You need to just ... let go for a while.

"Just ... let ... something ... happen ...

"That you can't do anything about ..."