I lay on the bed face down, naked, with a dildo in my ass and thigh-high stockings. I was rubbing my boner against the sheets, while Mark watched me on Face Time. It was now the third time I had masturbated for him this way and still my favorite.
There would be time later to think about how pathetic I had become. But at that moment, all that mattered was his cock was hard and I made him that way. I had resigned myself to the fact he had trapped me, and the best way out was to comply completely, until he got bored and moved on.
But the sad truth was, the more I complied, the hornier I got. I told myself that I had no choice, because if Amy ever found out, my marriage would be over. But if I were honest, I looked forward to this for two days. He told me I would need to pace myself and could only come when he told me it was okay. When he informed me two days ago, that this day I would be allowed, I played this moment over in my mind dozens of times.
I looked forward to rubbing myself off on the sheet of my hotel bed for him. I had a twisted sense of pride because it was my idea to put on the stockings when I first showed him my favorite way to masturbate. They were similar to the stockings that went with my Captain Cock-whore outfit he made me wear at his house.
This morning, I added the dildo to take it to the next level. I even did a trial run with a straight plastic dildo, but it would slip out when I really got going. Instead, I was using the three-balled dildo, he introduced me to. It was about the length of his cock, nine plus inches, with three progressively larger balls about an inch apart, with a one-inch diameter shaft between them. With the wider ball in my ass, the vibrator would not slip out as my asshole clung to the narrower shaft.
This morning, I was three-balls deep with him soon controlling the vibration remotely. My cock was rock hard, and I had set the device to high when the call started. I made the call and positioned the phone to capture the image. As he answered, I ran to the bed and began to get in position.
“Hold on there CC…”
I froze on my hands and knees, climbing on the bed.
” You have my cock in this morning?”
“Yes sir, Mr. Thomas,” I replied, with my ass facing the camera.
My cock was so stiff, it was nearly touching my belly as I felt the vibrator stop. He had already taken control.
“Excited this morning, my friend?” he asked with his arrogant tone.
My hopes for a quick session were dashed, as the inevitable humiliation began. In that regard, he was definitely not my friend.
“Yes sir. I can’t stop thinking about your cock,” I said to appease him. I told myself, ‘Stick to the plan and comply. He will get bored soon enough.’
That didn’t mean I was lying. It was true. From the moment I was first coerced into touching it, the feeling of him in my hand stuck with me, and since the first time I took all of him in my throat, I haven’t stopped thinking about his cock for even one hour.
“Turn over and show me your boner, CC.” he said matter-of-factly.
The vibrator turned back on, and I quickly complied, rolling onto my back. My hard-on touched my belly as I propped myself up on my elbows, looking at the camera. Even on low, the vibrating cock in my ass had me like granite and his smile was immense.
“Point it toward the ceiling, CC, and let it go quickly,” he commanded.
I did and it thumped my belly like a drum.
“Again, faster,” he continued.
I did and it thumped harder.
“Again….”
And so it went, as he made me repeat it, listening to it thump against me as I stiffened a tiny bit more with each drumbeat.
“Having my cock in your ass makes you that hard, doesn’t it?”
“Yes sir,” I said complying.
“Does thinking of Amy make you that hard, CC,” he asked, sending a dark shadowy fog through my mind.
I did not answer. I hated when he brought her up. I was reminded of his showing up at my house when I was out of town, just to taunt me that he could get to Amy and reveal everything, if I didn’t comply.
“I asked you a question, CC,” his arrogance oozing from every word.
“No, sir,” I acquiesced.
“No sir, what?”
The vibrator kicked up to medium.
“Oh fuck,” I grunted. “No, sir. Thinking about Amy doesn’t make me this hard Sir.”
I added the second, Sir, to emphasize my compliance, hoping he would move on.
“I gotta say, seeing her and her mother in those bikinis made me that hard, Steven,” he taunted, crossing the line.
Steven was the false name I gave him when he first manipulated me, and he has since used it as a means of torturing me further about lying and cheating.
“Please don’t talk about her, I will do whatever you want. Please let me come for your cock,” I pleaded hoping beyond hope to appease him. “She’s done nothing to deserve your abuse.”
“Abuse, but Captain Cock-whore, I have never made you do anything you haven’t since begged for…”
From the very beginning, he had made me beg on camera to do the things he wanted, amid the threat of exposing all to Amy. So I took the opening to beg him again.
“Please let me show you how much I want your cock,” I pleaded, as I began to roll over. “Please let me come for your cock, Mr. Thomas.”
I flipped over to hump the sheets.
“Stop and turn back over, Steven!” he commanded again.
“Yes, sir, thank you sir,” I said complying.
I was lying on my back, knees bent to accommodate the dildo my ass. With the vibrator humming relentlessly, my boner was then so hard the head did not touch my belly.
“I’ve been thinking about poker night next week and my cock is so hard, sir. Can I please come for your cock?”
Poker night was an idea he came up with as an excuse to get me out of the house, so he could use me with his friends. He made me dress up in the Captain Cock-whore uniform with a red and black mask, like the bad guy wrestlers wear on Spanish language television. The rest of the uniform was a white T-shirt with a hand-painted “CC” inside an outline of a boner on the front. The outfit was completed with a black lacy garter belt and stockings. No underwear allowed.
I serviced four cocks of his friends, as well as his, that night. He was quite pleased with me that evening, so I knew that was my best chance of breaking him out of the Amy train of thought. Frankly, the anonymity of the mask excited me, and I had gladly complied.
“Who’s the abuser, Captain? The husband who lies about being out of town so he can suck cock rather than see his family and satisfy his wife? Or the friendly neighbor that does the work to make sure her new home looks presentable?”
I am an airline pilot and often travel for ten or more days at a time followed by several days at home. To alleviate some guilt about lying to Amy, I lied even more. Amy thought poker night was harmless fun with the guys playing cards. This time, I told her my road trip was actually a day longer than it was, so I could do ‘poker night’ in secret. It somehow seemed easier to face it, if Amy didn’t know I was at Mark’s. In my mind, keeping them separated was key.
The vibrator kicked into high and pulsed.
“Oh God, Mr. Thomas, your cock feels so good in my ass! Please let me come for your cock,” I begged; not sure I could stop it if I wanted to.
“Can you even satisfy your wife, Steven? Or do you think she needs a real cock…”
“Stop talking about her! Please, Sir!” I yelled, but still tried not to offend him, or it would only get worse.
“Please turn it off!” I pleaded, knowing what an orgasm at that moment might mean.
“Does the thought of watching me fuck your wife excite you, CC? You look like you’re gonna come, my friend.”
“You’re not my fucking friend! This isn’t fair! Turn it off!” I shouted angrily.
“I think you do protest too much, my friend. Let’s give you a test. Lay there for… let’s say… three minutes without coming and prove me wrong.
“No fucking way…”
“Then I’ll just let Amy and Erika watch you in action. I know they’d love the uniform. Are you sure?” he teased, knowing I would give in.
“No! Please, turn it off, please.” I begged.
Erika is my mother-in-law. Previously, he made it sound like she was the target of his thoughts, but then he was bringing Amy in. I wanted to think of a way to steer his thoughts toward Erika. But the vibrator was buzzing and pulsing inside me, and I struggled to keep control.
“Who’s in charge, Steven?” he asked, sternly.
“You are sir. Please,” I pleaded.
“Three minutes.”
“Okay, okay!”
“Thank me for letting you use my cock, and we can start.”
My cock throbbed from the relentless pulsing in my ass. Three minutes seemed too much.
“Thank you for letting me use your cock, sir,” I complied. “Please make it two minutes, sir.”
“Four it is, shall we go for five?”
“No, please, thank you, sir, four minutes.”
“Good boy. First, lie on your back, sideways on the bed, head just on the edge and close your eyes. You’ll keep them closed, understood?”
“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir. Please… hurry.” The pulsating ball tickled my prostate relentlessly. I dared not ask to turn it down for fear there could be yet another level higher. I turned ninety degrees on the bed, head on the edge of one side and feet hanging over the other side, as he commanded.
“Now, I want you to picture Amy on all fours over you, sixty-nining you. She’s taking your cock in her mouth, while you tongue her little clit. CC.”
I tried to shut him out. and to think of something else. Anything else.
“Her knees are on the edge of the bed spread wide, as I step in behind her…”
“Please stop. I’ll do anything you want, please.”
I looked toward the camera.
“Eyes, closed or we add another minute,” he barked and continued when I closed them.
“As my cock head touches her pussy, she groans onto your cock and sucks you harder. You can feel her pushing her pussy onto my cock as my warmth touches your forehead and nose.”
I tried to push that image out of my mind, but I could picture it so clearly.
“The deeper I push the more desperately she sucks your cock, and her juices coat your chin as you suck her hardened little clit. When my balls press against your forehead, you know I’m balls deep in your wife’s cunt, and her head bobs wildly on your boner. She wants you to feel the same pleasure she does.”
“Oh God, please!” I grunted.
The stimulation of my prostate was too much. My cock throbbed as my balls released a rush of cum in a near steady stream.
“What do you say when you come, Captain?”
I responded as programmed, “I’m coming for your cock.” My body spasmed. “Com-ing-for-your-cock!”
As my orgasm peaked, he continued, “So much time left Captain. Amy hungrily swallows your cum as I begin to fuck her, pulling out to the tip and driving it home.”
My cock stayed hard with as he switched the vibrator to be constantly on.
“Your tongue laps your wife’s clit and my shaft at the same time, as you lick her juices from my cock. My balls are slapping your head as I fuck your wife, like she needs it.”
“Look at you, writhing on the bed with your hard-on dripping cum all over your stomach, Steven.”
He used the alter-ego name of Steven on purpose, to frustrate me further.
“Clean your cum up Cock-whore!” he commanded.
I scooped some up and took it to my mouth.
“That’s it, Steven, think about how good my cum’s gonna taste when I pull out of Amy’s slut hole and cum in your mouth. Eat it all, Steven.”
I did as commanded, as my mind switched to Steven. I was no longer Wayne Stilson. It was somehow acceptable for Steven to be excited by this.
“Once Amy swallows your cum, she raises her head so she can shout her pleasure as she gets to experience a real cock. Like a good husband, your tongue never leaves her clit as her juices flood your face and my balls thump against your head, while I fuck her harder and faster.”
I held my eyes closed as I scooped and licked my cum, the image he planted in my head had my cock hard and stomach churning. I was disgusted with myself and turned on at the same time.
“You can hear her pleasure echoing through the room as my cock pounds her. You can’t resist dropping your head back, so you can watch her pussy lips clinging to my cock as I pound her ass with my pelvis. Can you hear her wet pussy sloshing, as she drips on your face, Captain?”
I groaned my response.
“You already lost, my friend; you might as well jack off, CC. I bet her pussy is so tight. I can only imagine that naked ass bouncing with each thrust as she begs me to fuck her hard.”
I gripped my cock as he painted the picture, and I began to stoke my cum-coated cock.
“Sensing she’s gonna come with or without you, you suck her clit to push her over the edge. As her screams intensify, I let her know I’m gonna come along with her. Her cum coats your tongue as her orgasm hits hard. I pound her harder as I feel my balls ready to release…”
“I’m coming for your cock, Mr. Thomas!” I yelled, as my hand moved in a blur.
I came again jacking off so hard, droplets of the cum left splatters all over my body and the bed. My body stiffened and I arched my back as the vibrator worked from within, and my hand worked my cock furiously.
“Com-ing-for-your-cock!” I grunted over and over as I came.
When my climax passed, my humiliation sunk in, and he turned off the vibrator.
“Twice in just over three minutes, Senior Captain Cock-whore. You made me proud today. Day after tomorrow, you can ride you dildo and jack off while you beg me to fuck your wife, then it’s hands off till you get back to service me in person.”
“Clean up every drop, CC. Talk soon,” he said as he disconnected.
Even as this new low hit, I found myself scooping up the droplets with my fingers and licking them clean, before I snapped out of it.
I stopped and I took a shower. But there was not enough hot water and soap to feel clean after that. The images he planted in my head were like a twisted movie that ran on repeat. I put on the news to try to distract myself and it helped.
Unfortunately, I had an early flight and needed rest, so I turned it off, only to start the show in my head. Amy with my cock in her mouth and pussy hovering over my face. My hands gripped her silky buns as her glistening pussy rocked slowly side to side above my waiting mouth. Then Mark’s cock head moved in and pressed her pussy lips inward as he entered her.
She whimpered her approval, and her pace quickened, as she pushed herself onto him…
And so it played in my mind just as he described it, finishing with his cock unloading in my mouth as I sucked my wife’s cum off his cock.
The only way to finally get to sleep was to masturbate a third time, after which I was finally spent and fell asleep.
For the next two days, I played that movie over and over in my mind. By day two I was in a near-constant state of arousal. My co-pilot must have been sick of me, as I tried to get my mind on something else and never stopped talking.
The last flight, he finally spoke up. “Everything okay, Wayne?”
“Yes, why do you ask, Jack?” I replied, feigning surprise.
“I’ve just never seen you this edgy. You have dark circles under your eyes, and you have talked more this flight than our last ten combined. If something’s bothering you, I’m listening.”
“No, I’m fine. I did wake up before the alarm and couldn’t get back to sleep, so I had extra coffee this morning, sorry,” I said, calmly.
The thought of sharing what was happening to me did have some appeal. It would be quite cathartic to lay it all out there. But explaining to Jack that a strange man had blackmailed me into being his cock-sucking fuck-toy to share with his friends… seemed over the top. Then adding, that now I can’t stop thinking about him fucking my wife with his giant cock, while I licked them both, until he came in my mouth and fed me their cum cocktail… seemed like TMI.
“Are you sure it’s just caffeine?” asked Jack.
Then it hit me how bad it was. Jack thought I was on drugs or something.
“I’m sure, Jack,” I said, with an angry tone. “I’m pissing in a cup when we get to Minneapolis this evening, if it makes you feel any better.”
Thanks to that comment from Jack, the rest of the flight was conversation free, except for flight-related coms. That meant the mental images ran wild for the duration of the flight and my cock tingled, throbbed, and ached the whole time.
When I took the piss test, my underwear was soaked through with pre-cum, and I wondered if the test would actually pick up semen. If so, would they question if I were fucking the flight attendants on duty?
The rest of the day was even worse. It had been more than thirty-six hours since my last orgasm, and my balls were in constant arousal. It was like an old Edgar Allen Poe story. The constant, tingling throb in my balls relentlessly took away my focus, growing in intensity with every passing hour. By that evening in the hotel, I could think of nothing else but satisfying the ache at any cost.
I had a brief period of relief when I spoke to Amy and the kids before they went to bed. It did feel good to have a few minutes of feeling normal. But after the call, the thought and images consumed my mind and the relentless, tingling ache returned stronger than ever.
Two, and then three, hours passed, and I had heard nothing from Mark. I waited as long as I could before breaking down and texting. I had showered and wrapped a towel around my waist. It took all my will not to jack off in the shower, as my cock was hard the whole time. Even as I texted, my boner was sandwiched between my belly and the towel.
Me: Call?
Mark: About?
Me: You know
Mark: Tell me what you want CC
Me: I want to masturbate for you
Mark: Be specific
I hated that he tortured me every time. I hated that my cock was so fucking hard. I hated that I was going to take the abuse and beg for more and he knew it.
Me: I want to ride my dildo and come for your cock
Mark: Specific!
I surrendered and gave him what he wanted.
Me: I want to ride my dildo and masturbate for you while I beg you to let me suck my wife’s clit as you fuck her and come in my mouth.
My cock was oozing pre-cum and was hard as rock.
Mark: Use her name when you offer her to me.
I was trembling with anger, guilt, and animal lust at the thought of watching his cock fill her like I couldn’t.
Me: I want to ride my dildo and jack off, while I beg you to fuck Amy. I can’t stop thinking about sucking her clit and feeling your cock rubbing against my face as you hammer Amy’s cunt. I want to feel her cum coat my face while you satisfy her and finish off by coming deep in my throat as I taste her cum from your cock.
Mark: Show me how excited you are
I quickly pulled the stockings from my suitcase and put them on, before positioning myself on my back on the bed. I snapped a photo of my boner elevating off my belly with my stocking-clad legs extended beyond it. The tip was glistening with pre come.
Mark: I have company.
Me: But you said tonight.
Mark: You need it badly, don’t you?
Me: Yes, please.
Mark: My Physical Therapy Session is about done; I will call you soon.
I realized, I had not even determined where to place the camera and dildo to capture the image, so I got to work.
I suctioned it to a low, two-drawer dresser and set my camera against my briefcase on the bed. Once it was set, it seemed like I waited forever, before he called. I wondered what physical therapy he was talking about, but was not going to ask.
When he called, I started by kneeling next to the dildo. “I want to suck your cock hard and wet Amy’s pussy for you.”
Then I showed him how I would suck him hard first. I took the nine-inch cock with two balls in my throat before, riding it to a powerful climax, describing in detail the scenario he put in my brain two days before. I used Amy’s name as he had commanded, as I begged him again.
The orgasm hit in what seemed like seconds. I squeezed my cock hard trying to delay my climax, but there was no stopping it. My balls released and my cock pumped my seed into my boner. I held back the first blast, but as the second shot was released, the pressure that had built up blasted my cum through my squeezed cock. It shot high in the air and fell back to Earth hitting my face and chest.
I furiously jacked off as jet after jet blew onto my cock and belly from one of the most intense orgasms he had ever induced. As I watched the video later, the fuck faces the camera captured were beyond words. I had reached a new low, without question. That first blast of cum shot out of the view of the camera before landing back on me.
When my orgasm passed, Mark turned off the vibrator and made me clean up every drop of my cum, taunting me further.
“Senior Captain Cock-whore, you have outdone yourself today. I’ll send you the video, but you need to control yourself. Hands off until we get together in five more days. Our first all-nighter. We’re gonna wear your ass out. Are you sure you can control yourself ’til then, CC?”
He loved to play mind games, bouncing between CC, Steven, Captain Cock-whore, and Senior Captain Cock-whore for added emphasis as he needed it.
“Yes, sir, I promise to control myself for five days.”
“After watching you tonight, I imagine the spatula will be the more likely outcome than you keeping control, my friend. I have to go now, but I’ll know if you slip up, CC. You have so many tells. Oh yeah, make sure to bring your dildo to poker night. Wash it first, and you may not stick it in your ass again until then.” He smiled and disconnected.
I was so glad he added my favorite moniker. ‘My Friend’. It always added a little something extra to my humiliation.
I lay there, panting, and pondering how pathetic this all was when the phone rang. It was Amy. I pulled off the dildo before answering.
“Hello honey,” I said, trying to sound normal and excited to hear from her.
I exhaled heavily as she replied.
“Damn, I miss you.” She sighed.
“Me too. I can’t wait to get home to you,” I replied, still a little breathless.
I tried to ignore the fact that I was naked and wearing ladies stockings with a gaping asshole from the dildo.
“Have you been working out or something? You sound out of breath,” asked Amy.
In a panic, I replied with a seductive voice with a half truth, “I was just thinking about you, good timing on the call.”
“I was thinking about you too,” she replied in semi-sultry voice. “Tell me what you were thinking.”
I felt a rush of guilt as I could never share that. But a shade of truth could be acceptable.
“Well, it’s not exactly warm and fuzzy romantic.” I hesitated. “But I just got out of the shower and was lying here naked with some naughty thoughts.”
“Go on,” she replied, with the sultry tone, “By the way, I am naked, too.”
“Oh my. Well I was thinking of you straddling my face…” I paused again.
“Yes,” she sighed.
“I had my hands on those beautiful buns, tasting you and feeling your silky thighs tickle my cheeks as your hips rocked slowly back and forth.”
“Hmm,” she squeaked.
Amy was getting excited, and it seemed like forever since we had been intimate on the phone.
“I can taste you now just thinking about it. You’re stroking my cock as you gently ride my face. I love feeling those soft wet lips as my tongue slips between them.”
“Oh damn, I like the way you think, Mr. Stilson. I feel that. Oh, I’m wet for you mister oh!”
I was amazed she was masturbating. This was the first time she had done anything like this in years. When the kids were born these moments had faded into history.
“My hands grip those buns harder as you move with more urgency. Your sweet juices make my cock so hard. I want to feel that rush of nectar when you come in my mouth, Amy.”
She whimpered and groaned, gasping for breath.
“I want you to come in my mouth, Amy…”
“Oh God Ma– Wayne! Feels so good. Ah! I’m gonna come!”
“Oh yes, I can taste it, baby.”
My cock was hard, listening to Amy grunting and squealing to an orgasm so quickly.
“Oh Amy, I want you so much.”
“Oh God! No one’s ever licked me like this. Feels so good. Oh My God!”
I thought I could even hear her fingers sloshing in her pussy as she came. I didn’t care about the command for not masturbating. I felt like a man again and I would not be stopped.
“I’m not done with you, Mrs. Stilson,” I said with confidence. I’m gonna need you to spin around and ride my cock, ’til I come inside you.
“I like that plan, Captain Stilson. It feels so good and hard in my hand. And my pussy is so wet from that incredible tongue. I need this cock inside me again. Tell me how much you want me to ride it!”
“Oh Amy, I want to watch it slide inside your hot wetness until you take it all.”
“I’ve got you in my hand, hovering over your big hard cock, rubbing your cock head against my soaked pussy. I want it in me so bad but it’s so fucking big, I have to go slow.”
She panted and shuffled before continuing.
“I’m pushing you inside me. Oh it’s so big.”
I thought about putting my dildo back in, but did not dare, for fear she might hear it. My hand stroked my boner slowly, picking up the pace as her groans intensified.
“I need your big cock inside me. Oh yes, all the way. Feels so! Good! Oh God, it’s so deep inside me Mah!”
“You’re so warm and wet, I love being inside you!” I replied, stroking harder. “Oh baby, ride my cock.”
“Yes, oh God, yes! Yes! Yes! Gonna come again!”
I jacked off furiously again, trying to come with her for my third time in less than half an hour.
“Do you want me to come inside you, Baby!” I groaned.
“Oh yes, come inside me, coming for Ah!”
“Oh fuck, I’m coming!” I yelled.
Her voice went high as we came together. “Coming for your cock! Coming for your cock!” She wailed, as I joined the chant.
“Coming for your co-” I cut it short when it hit me what I almost said.
When it passed, she said, “Oh damn, I needed that. I can’t wait ’til Saturday.”
Then what she was chanting sunk in. Could this be a coincidence? Did Mark get to her? Was he already fucking Amy? My heart raced and panic set in as her orgasm continued.
I could picture the smile on her face as she spoke, and put the paranoid thoughts out of my mind.
Then the guilt came back. I’d be servicing Mark and whoever else he brougt all night long Friday. I was terrified I would be too spent to do anything with Amy. I kicked myself for even suggesting coming in early to see him.
“That was fun. It’s been too long since we phone fucked,” said Amy, still with the sultry voice.
“Way too long,” I panted.
I told myself, her words during her climax were a bad coincidence, and I was paranoid after he had taunted me about Amy.
“I think this was the best one yet. I am going to sleep well tonight,” sighed Amy.
“Me too,” I replied.
“What time is your first flight?” she asked.
“Five-thirty, I’m afraid.” I looked at my watch and it was already eleven.
“I better let you go then. Sleep well, I know I will.” Her voice continued its arousing tone. “Love you, Senior Captain Stilson.”
“Love you.” I kissed the air and hung up.
The bad news was, I lied to Amy again and broke my word to Mark already. The good news was I, somehow, managed to fall asleep thanks to the previous long night and three ejaculations. That also seemed to knock back my libido the following day, but by day five, the roller coaster was at full speed.
Lust, shame, guilt, repeat. Lust, shame, guilt, repeat. Lust, shame, guilt, repeat.
The one saving grace was that he had left me alone, and I knew better than to reach out to him. The result would only have been humiliation and frustration as the possible outcome.
When I arrived at the airport Friday evening, I finished the flight logs and reports before heading for my car. I did make one brief stop in the men’s room to pre-lube my ass and the dildo I was ordered to bring. I did not want to chance a dry entry with the dildo, or a cock, this evening.
I was surprised when Officer Reeves was nowhere to be found. It had become part of the routine upon my return. He would stop me in the garage with a lame story of complaints of solicitation, then take me into the cruiser for ‘questioning.’ Once in the car, he would make me suck his cock, before escorting me to Mark to service him.
Sadly, part of me was disappointed, but I knew poker night would satisfy any and all urges for cock. I hoped this might mean there would be something left for Amy tomorrow.
Despite the guilt, the closer I got to Mark’s, the more my cock stirred. The relentless tingling that haunted me almost daily since that first chance encounter in the park, took over yet again. The need to feel his granite heat in my mouth, knowing I made him that way, was all that mattered.
My cock was fully hard when I arrived at his house. There was no sign of Officer Reeve’s police cruiser. I was reminded of my first encounter with Officer Reeves on the second-most-fateful morning since encountering Mark Thomas. I was manipulated into servicing Officer Reeves for the first time, giving me my second taste of cock.
I adjusted my boner in my pants and went to Mark’s front door with small plastic shopping bag with the dildo and remote in it. There was no surprise when he greeted me in his white terry cloth robe; it was tied that evening, with his semi-hard cock pushing the robe out in front.
My mind immediately imagined untying the belt and dropping to my knees. As much as I hated it, I wanted to take it in my hand, stroke it and feel it grow harder…
“Happy to see me?” he said smugly, as my eyes rose from his cock, to see his arrogant smile, before his eyes veered to my bulging pants.
I was, but would not give him the satisfaction. He stepped back, turned and glided his hand to the side, leading me in.
“I hope you’re ready for a special ‘poker night’ my friend. Mancave, your uniform is on the bed, yell when you’re ready, CC,” he said with authority.
I followed orders and went down the steps, cock tingling in anticipation. I thought the rest of the ‘players’ might be there, but was thankful, I would retain my anonymity with the mask.
On the bed, were the now familiar thigh-high black stockings and a garter belt. Above it, was a red spandex-like T-shirt, with the outline of a cock and ball sack with a large CC inside it. The topper to the outfit was a spandex mask that looked like something out of a Mexican wrestling TV program.
As I put on the outfit, my cock stiffened, recalling servicing four cocks from behind the mask. It was so arousing knowing they didn’t know who I was as I serviced them. Ironically, I had never felt so liberated, behind the mask, even though I had been manipulated and blackmailed into doing it.
I wished for a mirror, so I could see myself in the stockings, boner exposed and pointing skyward. Next, I removed the dildo from the bag, laid it on the bed with the remote, and wasted no time. I shouted that I was ready.
As the door opened at the top of the stairs, I knelt beside the bed, signaling my compliance, needing his cock in my mouth. I wanted to show off my superpower, and, more importantly, taste him, smell him, and feel his hard heat inside me.
As he rounded the corner at the bottom of the stairs, the robe was still tied, binding his hard-on against his belly. I would enjoy unwrapping the prize before servicing it, I wanted it free and exposed to admire his size and stiffness before devouring it along with whomever else’s he might bring to be serviced.
“You missed me, I see, Captain Cock-whore.” He grinned as he approached. “One of our guests will be down shortly. I can’t wait to show off your talents. And it seems, neither can you.”
Without responding, I reached for the robe ties as he stepped within reach. I heard someone descending the steps, as I pulled the ties and released his manhood. The elongated smooth cock head fell free and bounced twice before settling at a forty-five-degree angle from his torso.
“You are a hungry, little cock-whore this evening, aren’t you, CC?” he asked knowingly.
“Yes, sir, I can’t stop thinking about your cock,” I said, as I reached for it with both hands.
The memory of that first day in the woods came rushing back. The first time he made me touch it and stroke it. The immediate, rush of tingling hardness that engulfed my cock and balls, as my hands first felt his silky-smooth heat stiffening with each stroke. That first touch triggered something in my brain that has burned inside me ever since.
That same rush washed over me, as I leaned closer and breathed his scent deeply into my nostrils. I groaned as my nose touched his balls and his scent reached every nerve ending in my throbbing cock.
“Your scent makes me so hard, sir,” I sighed, as my hands stroked his length, and my nose nestled into his sack.
The footsteps stopped, but I could hear our guest’s deep, steady breathing from the landing at the bottom of the steps.
I envisioned another nameless cock for Captain Cock-whore to savor and devour. As my nose settled between his balls and thigh, I took a long deliberate breath, drunk with lust, as his musky man-scent flooded my senses.
“Can I please taste your balls, sir?” I asked, trembling in anticipation.
The rush of knowing there were eyes upon us, lusting at the sight of me servicing his monster cock, was unlike any drug I’d ever tried. My steely hard cock was on display for a total stranger, but the anonymity of the mask suppressed all fear, making it all the more exciting.
“Thank you for asking, CC. Yes, you may,” he said, pushing his pelvis toward me.
I curled my tongue under his balls and licked them side to side, The salty taste and musky smell had my cock throbbing, as he moaned his pleasure.
“You love my cock, don’t you, CC?” he asked, sighing.
“Yes sir. Thank you, sir.” I said, before continuing to coat his balls with my saliva, while I stroked his length with my right hand.
I steadied myself with my left hand on his ass.
His back was toward our ‘guest’, blocking my view, but I knew my hard-on was clearly visible between his legs as I worshiped his cock while they watched. I imagined their heavy breathing was the result of looking forward to getting the same service from me soon.
I wanted them to see me take his entire length and imagine me doing it to them.
“Can I please suck your cock ’til you cum in my mouth?” I begged, before pressing my lips to his cock head.
He pushed on my head and held his cock, slapping it gently against my lips. “Tell our guest what makes your cock so hard, CC.”
He was gonna make me tell the unknow stranger how I fantasized about him fucking Amy, and a rush of guilt hit me.
“Please, sir, just let me suck your cock and feel all of you in my throat,” I pleaded.
“You need to tell our guest what a cock whore you are, CC,” he commanded, slapping my mouth harder with his giant boner.
I was in a cock-hungry frenzy. Confessing my twisted fantasy to a stranger, with the anonymity of the mask actually excited me. I blurted everything out,
“I want you to fuck my wife, Amy, until she comes hard, and you pull out and come in my mouth. I want to ride my dildo and taste your cum mixed with Amy’s, while I come for you cock!” I remembered his command that I had to use her name when sharing the fantasy he planted in my head.
I felt a release that I couldn’t explain, letting my twisted thoughts out for a complete stranger, and surrendering completely to Mark. He rewarded me by pressing his cock head to my lips. It was so warm and silky smooth, as I sucked his head in and swirled my tong on the sensitive cleft of his cock head. I savored his sweet pre-cum as my tongue explored the rim of his head.
I held him there, stroking his length and hardness with my hands, and savoring his salty sweetness and breathing in his musky scent. My cock was at full hardness, tingling and throbbing with excitement.
I pulled off with a slurping sound and begged pathetically, “Can I please make myself cum with your cock in my mouth,” I needed to cum and the thought of doing it with the stranger watching was all the more humiliating and exciting.
Oozing arrogance, he looked down at me, slapping my face with his cock. “You cum when I tell you, or my friends tell you. Ask again and you’ll get the spatula, understood?”
“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir. Can I please make you cum in my mouth.”
“Yes, you may,” he sighed, as he pushed himself inside me. “I want you to suck it like you would to get me ready for your wife, CC. If you swallow my cum and suck me hard again, you’ll take the edge off, so I can fuck your wife long and hard like she needs it.”
I whimpered and moaned, as I began to bob on his cock, determined to show our guest, how I could do what no one else could, to take his full ten inches.
“Can you picture her precious pink pussy lips clinging to my cock as I slide it in and out of your wife, CC.”
I nodded and bobbed, moaning my agreement.
“Imagine riding your suction-cup dildo, as I bend your wife over your kitchen counter and fuck her harder and harder, ’til she comes over and over, begging to be fucked like she needs it.”
“Muh, huh! Muh, huh,” I groaned, as I sucked him wildly, getting to three-quarters his length. My eyes were closed as I relaxed my throat to take him all. I could hear the stanger moving around to get a better view of my superpowers at work.
I heard a heavy sigh from our ‘guest’ and, if my mouth were not stuffed full, my prideful grin would have been obvious.
“Oh fuck, yes, you got it all!” grunted Mark, with two hands on my head working his length into my throat with each thrust.
Saliva escaped all around this cock, running down my chin and neck, as well as his balls, as the gag reflex was edged with each thrust. The ‘guest’ now had the full view of me taking his entire cock.
“So, Nurse Stilson, do you approve of CC’s P.T. treatment for my swelling issues?”
“I approve, one-hundred-percent, Mr. Thomas…”
It was a female voice! Nurse Stilson? It was Amy’s voice! As she moved closer, my mind raced. I couldn’t bring myself to open my eyes. I didn’t want to see, but I had to look! I started to pull off as my eyes opened, but he thrust his cock to the hilt and held me long enough for the gag reflex to kick in. I gurgled and gasped as my eyes shut, to help suppress the urge to gag. I began to bob again, unable to take more than half.
Crack! The sudden familiar sting of the spatula bit my ass. “Don’t you fucking stop, Cock-whore!” commanded Amy. Her voice was undeniable.
I wanted to speak and tried to pull off again, to no avail as Mark held my head firmly while a second crack, stung my other cheek. A high-pitched squeak escaped my mouth, even though it was full of cock.
“Focus, Cock-whore! I want him stiff and numbed up. I need it to last!” she barked.
Not wanting another swat, I nodded and complied. I soon managed to relax my throat and take him all again. Then I opened my eyes and looked at her side eyed. I was in shock.
Amy stood there, spatula in hand, in a slutty nurses outfit. It had a white, rectangular old-style nurses hat, trimmed in red ribbon lace, sitting atop her head. There was a red circle with a white plus symbol in the center of the hat.
I tried to concentrate on Mark’s cock for fear of the spatula, but I was in disbelief. I would never have imagined Amy doing any of this. The expression on her face was a mix of anger and a lustful sexiness that was beyond words. I tried to grasp what was happening and wondered. With the mask, could it be that she didn’t know it’s me?
“Holy shit, Mark, I think he’s part snake! Your cock’s making his whole neck bulge,” she said, staring in amazement.
My twisted sense of pride returned with my superpower on display, while my mind took in the image of Amy.
Her outfit was a two-piece costume, made up of a white, tube-tank, crop-top with red trim across the top, and red string ties that went up around her neck. It had the same red circle with white plus-sign on the left breast. The lower hem of the top was scalloped and reached her midriff.
The bottom was a white tight miniskirt, cut straight at the waist and hem, with a triangular slit on each hip. It had a bright red elastic belt about an inch below the waist, with wide, white belt loops that clashed with the red belt.
The ensemble was made complete by white, fishnet thigh-highs with red ribbon bows on the front top of each. The bows also had the white plus-sign in the middle. My wife never looked so sexy.
It was like having an out-of-body experience. My cock oozed pre-cum, and I could feel it running down my shaft as the giant cock in my mouth had saliva flowing so much my T-shirt was getting wet, yet, he still held out.
Then with one sentence, my pathetic fantasy of anonymity was shattered.
“Hurry, Wayne, I need that glorious cock inside me. Suck it like you mean it, Cock-whore!” Crack! the spatula struck again.
I picked up my pace, swirling my tongue on his tip before plunging him deeply in my throat.
Mark grunted as I heard someone coming down the steps.
“Fuck, yeah, don’t stop, my friend.” Mark spoke in broken groans getting close. “My-little-cock-slut-needs-it-bad.”
“Y’all started without me?” The voice was unmistakable-Officer Reeves. “Nurse Stilson, the swelling’s back and seeing you in uniform is making it worse.”
“I have just the oral therapy for that officer,” replied Amy, as she moved toward him. I peeked, as I could to see her greet him with a kiss and her hand sliding down to his cock.
Her hands quickly moved to his belt and zipper, as Mark’s hand gripped my head firmly, keeping my focus on him. On my next glance, I saw Amy on her knees with his cock in her hands, stroking him and looking up at him with a naughty grin.
“Damn, she’s got soft hands, Steven,” he sighed, using the alias I gave him that first day.
“Can I kiss it and make it better, Officer Reeves?” she teased.
“Of course, hah, and softer lips, fuck! The family that sucks together…damn.” He sighed.
I worked Mark’s cock furiously, amazed he hadn’t come yet, as I heard a slurp and Amy panting. “I love this big, black dick!” she panted, and plunged him back into her mouth.
I moaned and sucked, as the sick scenario Mark planted in my brain was not only coming true, but Officer Reeves was in the mix. I heard his groans as my wife sucked his cock next to me, with my own cock throbbing mercilessly.
My senses were overloaded, and my mind raced. I wanted to watch Amy, in the slutty nurse outfit, servicing Officer Reeves. I wondered so many things. Was she naked under that skirt? What would they do to her? And why was my cock so hard at the thought? How long had this been going on?
I was so consumed by lust, the larger thoughts of my marriage and future with Amy were pushed out of my mind at that moment, but they would haunt me later.
Another slurp and Amy begged, “Please come in my mouth, I need you in my ass, Officer Reeves.”
I released a guttural groan in response to that thought. Was Amy taking the edge off Officer Reeves so she could be ass-fucked longer and harder?
A slap to the head snapped me back to reality. “Focus CC!” Mark barked. “You’re gonna love it, I promise.”
I focused on Mark’s cock, thrusting him deep and holding him there with tiny bobs, until I couldn’t take it and then I back off to the tip. I took a quick gasp, swirled my tongue on his tip and plunged him in again, as fast as I could.
He and Officer Reeves groaned and moaned, as we worked their cocks. Amy could take about half of him, and my cock felt like it would pop, as I glanced at her hungrily bob on his cock.
“Oh, Fuck, Nurse Stilson…” he said with a grunt, getting close.
The taste of Mark’s pre-cum intensified along with his groans, letting me know he was also close.
“Coming, ah!” grunted Mark, as the first blast of spunk released in my throat.
I pulled out to the tip, sucking and bobbing wildly, while blast after blast flooded my tongue.
“Fuck! here it… Ah fuck!” groaned Officer Reeves.
Amy hummed, “Muh huh, muh huh,” as he unloaded in her mouth.
The sounds and scents of sex filled the air as Amy and I slurped, sucked, and swallowed, while their groans echoed through the room. The scent of man musk and Amy’s wetness intermingled, sending my cock into a tingling frenzy.
With cum and saliva soaking my chin and neck, I continued to suck Mark’s cock trying to keep him hard so he could fuck Amy. I took all of him again.
“Damn CC, so fucking Deep,” he groaned, with his hands on his hips, rocking, slowly, throat-fucking me.
Amy released Officer Reeves’ cock and turned toward Mark. “I think Nurse Stilson might need a little cunnilingual therapy, Mr. Thomas,” she said, smiling.
“Oh no, it sounds like your wife’s CCSS is kicking up, Captain,” said Mark, as he pulled out, producing an embarrassing slurpin’ sound.
CCSS? I wasn’t sure what that meant, but based on Mark’s tauntings of me, I had a guess.
“Your bed awaits, my lady,” said mark, sweeping his arm toward the bed like Vanna displaying letters.
One of my questions was quickly answered when Amy crawled onto the bed on all fours. Her naked ass protruded from the slutty nurse skirt. She crawled slowly, swaying her smooth ass. Her knees were together, and she paused to kick her red heels off, and I saw her glistening pussy lips peeking out. Her outer labia protruded, sandwiched between her thighs.
There was a simultaneous moan from the three of us as we started. Once on the bed, she positioned the pillows, and rolled over with them beneath her back and shoulders. She lay there, knees high and spread wide, her trimmed muff topped her pink, oozing pussy lips. I recalled our phone sex earlier in the week and again wanted to dive in tongue first.
“I got something for you, Captain while we watch. But I gotta tell ya, just watching this will more than get me ready for that tight little asshole,” said Officer Reeves.
As his wet cock thumped me in the face, I watched her display herself for them and noticed her little pink asshole was visible and her juices seemed to have seeped down, coating it.
I sucked Officer Reeves’ semi-limp cock into my mouth, as Mark moved in blocking my view of Amy’s lady parts. Nonetheless, I strained to watch as her thighs gripped Mark’s head.
“This is the worst case of Chronic Cock Slut Syndrome I have ever seen, Nurse Stilson. But I’ve got just what you need,” said Mark, as he lowered his head.
She moaned with pleasure as his tongue made contact, and I sucked Officer Reeves with greater intensity in response.
“Oh yes, I need that, Mr. Thomas. Hah!”
She squealed and her high-pitched moans grew louder and louder, as Mark’s head rolled and nodded between her thighs. Officer Reeves quickly stiffened as Amy screamed out her pleasure.
“Oh God! No one’s ever licked me like this, Feels so good. Oh my God!” she yelled.
It hit me; those were the exact words she used during our phone sex session the other night. A knot formed in my stomach, but my perverted little cock remained hard as steel, as Amy’s orgasm quickly built.
She moaned and rolled her head, gasping and whining her pleasure as he ate my wife’s pussy. I caught myself moaning as I sucked officer Reeves hard again.
Here moans grew louder and louder. I’m coming for your cock, Mr. Thomas! Oh, please don’t stop!” Mah!” Amy screamed out, in rhythm with each spastic thrust of her hips, squeezing his head between her silky thighs with each spasm.
I sucked Officer Reeves harder and harder with each scream of bliss, until he finally pulled back. “Easy cock sucker, this hard-on is for your wife, my friend.”
I panted like a horny dog, as Amy’s orgasm echoed through the room. I fell forward on all fours staring at Marks naked ass, with his legs hanging off the bed and his head buried in Amy’s pussy.
I could not look away. The humiliation of it all was overshadowed by the relentless throbbing tingle in my cock. Amy came in a screaming spastic fit at the hands of my tormentor. I thought I might cum just watching it.
“I’m not done with you, Mrs. Stilson,” said Mark, also parroting the words from my session with Amy. “I’m gonna need you to spin around and ride my cock, ’till I come inside you.”
“No, please come in my mouth, sir!” I blurted, terrified of the thought of him seeding Amy.
“Easy, CC. So you want me to fuck your wife and pull out and come in your mouth?” Mark teased.
“Yes, please!” I pleaded.
“Beg for it!”
There I was, on all fours, with my Captain Cock-whore uniform, with two strangers ready to fuck my wife, and I was hard as a rock at the thought. The past few weeks flashed through my head; my mind unable to grasp the transformation, as I begged him.
“Please fuck my wi- Amy…” I recalled his instruction to use her name… “like she needs it, then pull out and feed me your cum. I want to taste her cum on your cock sir. Please.”
Amy had grabbed Mark’s head and positioned him on his back, ass on the edge of the bed, his legs hanging off with his heels on the floor. She was ready to straddle him when he interrupted.
“Are you okay with his plan, Nurse Stilson?” he asked, seductively.
“I am so on board with it,” she sighed, and moved again to straddle him.
“One moment, Nurse Stilson. I think CC needs his dildo. Would you please set it up for him?” asked Mark.
“Gladly, Mr. Thomas. A cock-whore comes so much harder with a cock in his ass. I can relate Cock-whore, as you’re about to see,” said Amy, as she picked up the suction-cup dildo and the spatula.
I sat there, looking at her as she knelt next to me, and suctioned it to the tile floor about three feet from the bed, between Mark’s feet.
Then, she reached under me as I kneeled on all fours. She gripped my oozing cock and stroked me, spreading my pre-cum over my boner. I squeaked and gasped, mouth agape, on the verge of coming from just a few firm stokes.
Suddenly, she released my cock, raised up and unleashed a wicked smack with the spatula.
“Don’t you dare come before me, you fucking cock-whore!” she commanded, staring down at me in the sexy outfit.
I couldn’t tell from her tone if she was really angry, or just playing the role. But I couldn’t help but think what it could have meant to our sex life if I had known this side of her sooner.
The sting in my ass cheeks was intense, and quickly pulled me back from the edge.
Whack! “Do you understand me, Cock-whore?” she barked.
“Yes, please! I’m sorry,” I whimpered, in shame.
“You are a pathetic, sorry little cock-whore aren’t you, Wayne?”
“Yes, Mam!” I agreed, as the sting in my ass made my eyes water.
“You’re a well-trained whore. Now ride your cock and see what a real fuck looks like.”
I pressed the dildo into my ass slowly, and Mark tossed the remote to Officer Reeves.
“You’re in control, Officer Reeves. Don’t overdo it, or he’ll come too soon.”
He immediately turned it to high pulse, and once the first ball pressed inside and my sphincter gripped the narrower shaft beyond it, I felt the pulsing vibration, deep in my balls.
“Slower, please,” I pleaded to no avail. He sat the remote on the card table and watched the show.
She walked to the bed, hiked up the skirt, straddled Mark, as I stared in awe at Amy’s naked ass. My mouth hung open as she lowered herself down pressing her soaked pussy against his shaft. She wiggled her ass until her pussy lips were saddling his cock, with her hands on his chest.
“Oh my God, it’s so fucking big and so fucking warm.” She rolled her hips sliding her wetness up and down the length of his shaft. “I can’t believe this thing fits inside me. Fuuuuuck, it’s so good.”
She raised her upper body, hips rolling sexily.
“Damn, Ms. Stilson, those hips can move,” sighed Officer Reeves.
I panted and grunted pushing the second ball in.
“I can’t believe Captain Cock-whore can take this whole thing in his mouth.” She pulled her top up over her head and tossed it. “Fuck, I wanna come just rubbing off on it.”
She put her hands on her hips and her ass rolled forward and back going faster and faster.
“Fuck, I love your cock! Ah! I wanna come so fucking much tonight!”
I wished I could see her face, and her tits bouncing as she rub-fucked his cock.
“Please turn it down,” I begged, as the dildo vibrated my asshole and balls, just teasing my prostate.
“Take it all, Cock-whore.” commanded Officer Reeves.
“Please turn it down!”
“I’m not gonna ask again,” he replied, never taking his eyes off Amy.
“Don’t you fucking come, you little whore. It’s my turn!” yelled Amy, rocking wildly.
She leaned back forward with her hands on his chest for balance. as her hips rolled in a blur.
“Fuck you’re so wet, Nurse Stilson. It’s a bad case!” groaned Mark.
“Yes! I’m your fucking cock-slut. I’m your filthy fucking cock-slut!”
The sloshing sound echoed through the room, as she fucked his cock like an animal.
I hadn’t pushed in the third ball, but I still fought not to come. I had to lean forward trying not to let it hit my prostate, or I would come for sure.
“Please turn it down,” I begged again.
Officer Reeves grabbed the spatula off the bed and stepped back behind me to watch the show.
“You fucking, Ah!” She let out a guttural groan and grunted in time with her hips. “Coming-for-your-cock!”
She rocked faster as her orgasm seemed to last forever. I didn’t dare push in the third ball, or I would come immediately.
Finally, she slowed and pressed herself hard against him, milking her orgasm as her legs and ass trembled with bliss. When it passed, she stopped, let out a huge gush of air, and fell forward kissing Mark hard and deeply. Of all I’d seen that day, that was the toughest to see. The way she kissed him seemed far worse than watching her suck cock.
After she caught her breath, she rose back up and reached between her legs and gripped his boner. The smell of her filled the air, and I whimpered as she began to taunt me again with the dialogue from our phone call.
“I’ve got you in my hand, hovering over your big hard cock, rubbing your cock head against my soaked pussy. I want it in me so bad, but it’s so fucking big, I have to go slow.”
She panted and shuffled her position to rub his tip against her before continuing.
“I’m pushing you inside me. Oh it’s so big.” She breathed. “I need your big cock inside me. Oh yes, all the way. Feels so! Good! Oh God it’s so deep inside me, Ah!”
I no longer cared, and pressed myself all the way onto the dildo three-balls deep, as I watched her sweet pink lips roll inside as she pushed the monster cock deeper insider herself. Then Mark took my line from the phone call again.
“You’re so warm and wet, I love being inside you! Oh baby, ride my cock,” he teased.
She pulled herself slowly back up his length, as her lips stretched down clinging to his shaft. Officer Reeves and I were mesmerized by the sight, and I wanted so much to lean in and lick them both as he filled her so completely.
I thought about sucking Officer Reeves’ cock while she fucked Mark, but I wanted to watch. And his cock was plenty hard already.
She rocked on him faster, singing out, “Oh God, I love your cock, Mr. Thomas! I love your cock! I love your cock. Oh my God! Aaaah!” She pleaded. “I need your fucking cock, Officer Reeves. Please fill my ass,” She whimpered, desperately.
“Get your tongue in there, Captain and get her little asshole ready for me,” he said, as he shoved my head toward her.
I watched her cheeks spread apart, as she pushed Mark into the hilt to meet me. I had to lean too far to keep the cock in and it popped free from my gaping ass as my tongue reached her tight little wrinkle. I could taste her come on it as I wiggled my tip against it.
“Oh yes,” she sighed. “That feels good, Wayne.”
She pushed a little harder, but Mark was balls deep, so I strained forward to penetrate her with his balls against my chin. I couldn’t resist a lick up his balls and onto her taint before wiggling back in as deep as I could, lubing her for the big black, cock to follow.
“Back on your toy, Cock-whore,” commanded Officer Reeves, as he pulled my head back and shoved me toward the dildo. “And take it all.”
I worked it back in, as Officer Reeves stepped in front of me. He had removed his clothes and stood naked before me.
I ducked down and peeked between his legs as I worked past the second ball of the dildo. I saw Amy’s pussy drawn in clinging to Mark’s cock, as Officer Reeves spread her left cheek and pressed his cock head to her asshole.
“Oh Yes, Officer, cavity search me, please. Go slow.”
“Your cooperation will go a long way in making this process as pain-free as possible, Ms. Stilson.” he groaned as he pressed forward.
“Thank you, officer, Oh…” She squeaked, and I could see her ass cheeks tighten.
“Nice and easy,” said Officer Reeves, calmly.
As his head pushed through, she began to rock ever so slowly, working his cock into her ass. I pressed the third ball in and, even leaning forward, the stimulation to my prostate was too much.
“Oh. Damn, Steven your wife’s asshole is so tight,” he grunted.
“Yes, I need this so bad. Fill my holes, please,” she whimpered.
“Please turn it down, I’m gonna come!” I pleaded, as Amy rocked faster and harder, taking them both balls deep.
“Don’t your fucking come ’til I tell you, Cock-whore,” grunted Mark.
“Fill my fucking holes!” yelled Amy, rocking faster and faster. As her pace increased, she began to scream out in a series of high-pitched moans that echoed through the room sending me over the edge.
“Coming for your cocks!” I groaned, as my balls surrendered to the vibration of my prostate. I fell face first into Officer Reeves’ ass, while my balls released an almost steady stream of pulsating jizz flowing down my boner to my balls and onto the floor.
Officer Reeves reached back, grabbed a hand full of hair a pulled my face into his ass. “Get the tongue in there, Cock-whore.”
Amy’s screams intensified as her ass slapped against them. It was impossible to grasp, Amy, was fucking two monster cocks with her cunt and asshole. There was no other way to describe it. They held still while she fucked them both, and I came like a whore with my face in his ass.
“Can I please come, Mr. Thomas,” Amy pleaded.
“Yes, but tell me what you are, Nurse Stilson,” grunted Mark.
“I’m-your-cock-slut! Coming-for-your-cocks,” squealed Amy, in time with her thrusts.
“Fuck, your wife’s a good little cock-slut, Captain. You’re the perfect couple.” Officer Reeves panted, as he held my head and jerked it up and down. “Eat my fucking ass.”
I could only grunt as my balls emptied and Amy’s orgasm continued. The sound of sloshing wetness and slapping flesh filled the air, along with the smell of Amy’s cum and mine.
Finally, Amy collapsed onto Mark in a heap and gasped for air as they slowly slid themselves in and out. Officer Reeves released my head and dropped onto the dildo.
“Thank you,” she panted. “That was…”
She kissed Mark passionately and that tightness in my stomach returned. Part of me wanted to jump up and pull them out of my wife, but the vibrating dildo continued relentlessly inside me.
“We’re not done yet, Nurse Stilson. Our swelling problems persist,” teased Mark.
“Oh, I’m not done either, gentleman. I think your therapy is going to take all night. I’m just catching my breath.” She laid her head on his shoulder and breathed contentedly.
Shamelessly, my cock was beginning to stiffen again at the thought of more. And after a moment, Mark and Officer Reeves began to pick up the pace a little.
Amy hummed and smiled. “You men are gonna have to do a whole lot better than that.”
“Sounds like she’s gotten her second wind,” said Mark as his hips began to rock.
Officer Reeves, joined in as his ass nearly hit me in the face.
“Oh God! I love your fucking cocks!” Amy grunted like an animal, “please fuck me.”
Hearing her beg, was like a crazy drug. My mind raced and cock tingled. I should have hated this, but I wanted to grip my cock and bounce on the dildo and come with her again.
“Yes, yes, fuck me!” she screamed, as the slapping of flesh returned; this time, with the men doing the work. “I could go all fucking night!” She was grunting like an animal as she spoke.
“You like this cock-slut,” barked Officer Reeves.
“Yes, I love you big, black dick in my ass! Fuck me like you mean it.”
I was bouncing on the dildo with my cock flopping.
“You want us to make your wife come again Cock-whore?” asked Mark.
“Yes!” I yelled.
“Beg for it, Cock-whore!”
“Please, fuck Amy ’til she comes like a slut!”
“Oh God, yes! I’m your cock slut,” Amy yelled, in agreement.
“You want your sissy-whore husband to jack off on his dildo, while you get a real fucking orgasm, Mrs. Stilson?”
“Yes. Come with me Wayne.”
Their hips pounded at lightning speed, as Amy screamed with pleasure, and I gripped my cum-soaked boner but dared not stroke it, or I would come too soon. As sad as it was, hearing Amy use my name when she asked me to come with her, it made me feel somehow closer to her.
Amy squeaked and squealed in bliss, as they hammered. “Oh, God Yes! Fuck me hard!
“Yes! Yes! Yes! Coming-for-your-cocks!” she wailed,
I began to stroke furiously. I bounced on the dildo as my hand moved in a blur, hearing Amy’s scream of bliss, I came almost instantly.
“Oh fuck! I’m coming for your cocks!” I began to chant in time with Amy, whose body was locked into position with Mark and Officer Reeves pounding her relentlessly.
As my orgasm passed, Amy’s continued, when finally Officer Reeves surrendered.
“Gonna come,” grunted Officer Reeves.
“Come in my mouth,” I begged, as Mark continued to hammer Amy.
He spun around and I plunged him into my mouth, as the first jet of spunk erupted over my tongue. By the third blast, he was shoving himself hard against my throat, but I could not take him.
I focused on relaxing my throat and took him all as his orgasm passed. He continued to slowly fuck my throat as his cum ran down my already coated chin.
I heard Amy’s pleasure intensify again, as Mark drilled her to another climax. He was like Superman.
Amy yelled out, “Fuck me with that big fucking cock! AH! Coming for…”
Officer Reeves pulled out and we watched, as Mark’s ass bounced on the bed jamming his monster dick into Amy’s soaked and sloshing, bright pink, engorged cunt. She came again chanting the familiar refrain, until finally, Mark grunted.
“Gonna cum, get ready, Cock-whore.”
I jumped off the dildo and moved closer. Mark pushed Amy off, and her foot slapped me in the head as she rolled over onto her back. I got on my knees and pulled his hard-on towards me and took him halfway, bobbing furiously, as Amy spun around to get a close look.
I felt the need to give her the front-row view of deepthroating all of him, and she watched in amazement when my lip touched his balls. The taste of Amy flooded my tongue as his cock began to unload in my throat. As he came, I backed out enough that his jizz flooded my mouth.
I sucked and swallowed hard, trying not to waste it, but my chin and neck were drenched with a cocktail of cum from Amy, Officer Reeves, and Mark, mixed with saliva from Amy and me.
I could feel Amy’s breath on my face, as she watched, mouth hanging open, amazed.
I sucked him slowly, draining the last drop of his bittersweet juices, until he pushed me off; Amy stretched out next to him, with an arm across his chest and knee across his thighs.
As I knelt there before them, the awkward reality flooded back. Officer Reeves was buttoning his shirt, almost in full uniform again.
“Break’s over, gotta get back to work. Thanks for your cooperation, Mr., and Mrs. Stilson. I think we can put this stalking issue behind us, and this will be the beginning of a lasting friendship. What do you say, Mr. Thomas?”
Mark and Amy sat up on the bed, “I think you are right, Officer Reeves. What do you say, Stilson’s? Poker night twice a month?”
“I’m not sure twice a month will be quite enough for your therapy, gents, but hell yes, right Wayne?” asked Amy, Cheerfully.
I stuttered, unsure what to say, as the reality of all this consumed me.
“That’s a yes, gentlemen. We are all in agreement. In the meantime, please call us if there is an emergency swelling issue, we can help.”
Mark groaned his agreement, and Officer Reeves joined him.
“Now, you’d better show your appreciation to the host and clean up your mess, Cock-whore,” ordered Officer Reeves, pointing at my spunk on the floor. “Night all.”
“And we need to talk about your punishment for coming without permission twice this week,” Mark stated.
“Please, I’m sorry, but the one was with Amy on the phone and tonight, he wouldn’t turn down the dildo,” I pleaded.
I quickly bent down. “I’m cleaning up.” I began licking up my cum, hoping for mercy.
“I’ll handle this, if you don’t mind,” said Amy.
“By all means, Nurse Stilson, by all means,” said Mark, happily.
Amy picked up the spatula and stood next to me. “Get it all,” she said, with a gentle whack.
I licked quicker. There were droplets everywhere. When I finished the biggest pool of cum, she began pointing and whacking progressively harder.
“What a fucking nasty little cock-whore you are. Spreading your seed all over Mark’s floor. Right there!” She pointed at a spot and delivered a harder whack.
I licked faster, going from spot to spot, I lost count of the swats, but finally she was satisfied.
“Good little slut. Now I have to put you over my knee, Cock-whore,” she said firmly, as she sat on the edge of the bed with the spatula beside her and tapped her thighs.
I looked up at her pleadingly, but there was no mercy in her eyes. I slunk up and laid my semi-hard cock against her thighs, clinging awkwardly to the bed, as I prepared for the spatula, yet again.
“You will learn to do as your told. Do you understand me cock-whore?” Whack!
“Yes ma’am, I’m sorry!”
Whack! “You need to apologize to Mr. Thomas, Cock-whore!” Whack! on the other cheek.
“Sorry, Mr. Thomas. I promise to obey!” Whack!
“I’ve heard that before, CC,” he taunted. Whack!
“I think ten swats for each violation sounds right, don’t you, Mr. Thomas?” Whack!
And so it went ten swats on each cheek, eyes watering and ass burning. When she finished, she rolled me off onto the floor.
“His little cock got harder during his punishment. Unfortunately, your work here is done, Cock-whore, collect your things and go home. I’ll see you in the morning. It seems Mr. Thomas may need some more PT.” She had crawled back up next to him and was stroking his cock.
“Thanks again, Senior Captain Cock-whore. Another great poker night. Sleep well,” he said, as he interlocked his fingers behind his head and leaned back. Amy began to kiss the tip of his cock. as she stroked his shaft.
I watched for a moment, numb and confused, but with my ass still on fire, I knew I had to leave. It would be a long night, trying to imagine the future to follow this night. So, I slunk up the stairs, dressed and went home, pondering…
The end.