Ascending Lauren Ch. 27 - Sex Stories

Ascending Lauren Ch. 27

... Nothing like a little emasculation to get a cuck up.

"Come here, you worthless piece of shit," she sneered. "Let's see if you can even begin to satisfy me. Don't get your hopes up, loser. I doubt you'll come close."

Corey adjusted his hands on either side of her head, and once again positioned himself between Lauren's spread legs. He desperately wanted to please his wife, to be the man he once was. But every attempt seemed to fall short, leaving him feeling more inferior. As with all wittols with his penchant, inadequacy was the primary source of self-loathing and arousal.

Desperation turned to alarm as he struggled to get his cock hard enough to penetrate.

"Please, God, please," he whispered in prayer. He knew he was nothing compared to the well-endowed guys she preferred now, but he also wanted to salvage some shred of dignity.

With unwavering resolve, Corey grasped his torpid cock, trying towill it erect. He stroked it frantically, hoping for some semblance of stiffness that would allow him to break through that juicy pink treasure.

"Look at you," Lauren sneered with purpose, "struggling to get that sorry excuse for a dick hard. You're nothing but a useless, limp-dicked loser."

Corey's face may have flushed with embarrassment, but his wife's strategy was working. Eyes filled with shame and arousal, his craving for degradation was bringing about that twisted pleasure which came from being reduced to nothing more than a cuckolded husband. And that ...

... translated into one hell of a rock-hard staff.

"Tell me babe," Lauren said with spite, "do you even remember what it feels like to satisfy a woman? Or have you become so accustomed to being a disappointment that you've forgotten what it's like to truly fuck me?"

With those insults, there was finally a glimmer of hope. Believing there to be enough thickness now to breach her, Corey positioned himself yet again between Lauren's impatiently spread legs, ready to provide what little pleasure he could. With a desperate thrust, he attempted tostab, stab, stab his way into her cunt. Her pussy was wet enough, but his manhood still lacked the strength and girth to penetrate. He winced in frustration at the feeble effort.

"Is that all you've got? Pathetic. Absolutely fucking pathetic," she spat, eyes intentionally filled with cruel delight. "I've seen better from a limp-dicked virgin. You're a fuckin' joke."

Laughter echoed through the room, streaming daggers into his heart, which appeared to trigger a peculiar response.

"Fuck you, BITCH," Corey shouted back with newfound anger and resolve.

Lauren's smirk faded, replaced by amused shock at her husband's sudden turnaround.

"Oh my GOD," she gasped in disbelief as her husband grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head with an iron grip that bordered on pain. "Finally find your balls, cuck?"

She squirmed and struggled against his hold but found herself helpless against his strength and determination. A wicked grin ...