1. The Cuckolding of Neil Dodds - Part 13


    Date: 8/21/2015, Categories: Cuckold, Author: angieseroticpen, Rating: 24, Source: LushStories

    him and saw his closed eyes. He was lost in the moment; lost in the fantasy. He reached down with his hands and held her head and groaned loudly. His cum began to gush forth just as Karl returned. She looked up at him as he stood in the doorway, Neil’s cum still flowing into her mouth. Somehow she felt that he wasn’t too pleased to see her pleasuring Neil. When she had finished she pulled away went into the bathroom to clean up. When she returned Karl was stood next to Neil with his arm around his shoulder. He motioned to her to join them and found herself standing next to him with his other arm around her shoulder. “I think we need to establish some sort of order in this cuckold relationship, guys,” he told them. “Okay,” Claire replied. Karl turned to Neil. “You want this cuckolding to be done properly, don’t you, Neil?” Neil nodded. “Well then Neil, first and foremost, Claire is exclusively mine for sexual pleasure. Do you understand?” He nodded silently. “Now I’m not against her giving you sexual pleasure, she is your wife after all, but I like the option of being asked first. Is that clear?” Neil nodded again. “So next time you need sexual relief I expect you to ask me first, understand?” Karl told him. “You have my number, don’t you?” Neil nodded. “Yes. Sorry.” “That’s okay Neil,” he told him. “Now go downstairs and get dressed and wait for us.” Neil left them. Karl turned to her and smiled. She felt that tingle again but it was mingled with fear. Suddenly she ...
    realised that the feeling was well founded when he reached for the hairbrush on the dressing table. He turned to her again and put his arm around her once more. She realised that they were facing the mirror and she looked at herself standing naked next to him. She looked so vulnerable standing there naked while he was fully clothed. She looked so timid and demure while he stood so strong and intimidating with the brush in his hand. He had power over her. She knew that. “So Claire,” he said. “You have two choices. Six of the best, and they will be the very best, or lunch with me in the pub near your home?” She gasped. “You mean on my own?” Karl nodded. She looked at her reflection again. She looked at the brush clenched in his fist and looked up at him. She felt so powerless standing there naked next to him. “What would you like to do?” she found herself asking. A bulge suddenly appeared in his slacks. He looked even more menacing now and yet... and yet she felt her knees weaken as the tingle between her thighs grew stronger. She reached across and took hold of his bulge. It expanded even more in her hand. “Should I really be getting a choice?” she asked him. She could feel his excitement; feel the sexual tension. She squeezed him once again. “You’re right Claire,” he told her as he spun her around to face the bed. He gave her a gentle shove towards the edge of the bed. “On your hands and knees on top of the bed,” he snapped. “You don’t get choices. I’m the boss. You’re getting the ...
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