The Cuckold. TBC.

The voice on the end of the phone.  He is nervous.  He doesn’t know if she is the real deal.  His palms are sweaty and his cock limp.  It isn’t that his cock is even that small but it is most definitely unworthy.  He knows that much about his secret self.  It feeds him.

She listens to his fantasy.  An open ear.  Legs spread.  The Arm of Zeus ready to vibrate against her mound.  With each word she pictures how this will look feel taste.  She has already chosen the man whose cock she will play with.

He wants to sit on the floor where he belongs while she rides a giant cock.  She will look this cuckold in his eyes when she sucks and licks and breathes with the real man cock.  The real man will pull her head down on top of his cock so he can fuck that face.  When she comes up for air she will smile at the cuck with a look of such satisfaction a sigh will escape from his lips.  Perfect.

The cuck pulls on his worthless cock feeling it harden in his hands.  He would feel totally humiliated if ignored completely but this Mistress looks him in the eye to keep him humble instead.  He can hardly stand it.  Its starting to leak.  He can’t stop it.  He has no power over his own ejaculate.  He is pathetic.  She laughs at him sitting on the floor with his cum dripping from the tips of his fingers.

This real man with the huge cock is pounding his whore.  His fucking whore.  He pushes so deep when he spurts inside her cunt.  He is sated beyond being.  And now she is standing above the stupid fuck on the floor with his mouth open.  The drips turn to a gush – drink it up clean it up.  Click.

You know who you are.  Are you ready?