His Cuckold Ritual Takes a Twisted Turn - Part 2

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"How do I look?" Cora asked as she strutted from one end of the hotel room to the other.

The truth was, she looked perfect. Cora was an astoundingly beautiful woman and the lingerie set Wade had just dressed her in further enhanced her beauty, including putting her breasts on display in a manner that would have her date throbbing in his underwear mere moments after gazing upon on her.

Cora wasn't Wade's girlfriend or wife, though. She was just a girl who was blackmailing him into playing her cuckold for the evening so she could fulfill the fantasy of the man that was paying her that evening.

Wade's actual wife was in another room in the hotel. She was almost certainly getting fucked at that moment, in fact. Wade was supposed to be waiting in the lobby bar to be called back to his room to clean up his wife and her bull. Instead, Cora showed up in the bar and presented Wade with footage of a previous night of cuckolding that she used as leverage to get him to agree to her demands. Absent a better option, Wade had agreed to her plan.

"You look good," he answered as Cora stood with her hands on her hips.

She frowned and approached him. She took his cock in her hand - she'd ordered him to strip the moment they stepped into the room - and stroked him slowly while kissing his neck. Wade hated that it felt so good, but Cora was beautiful and talented and her touch was impossibly arousing.

"I need you to be honest, Wade," she whispered. "Keep in mind that I'm more than happy to pick up your belt and beat your ass for a little while if I feel as though you're not being honest with me."

Fear gripped him. Never in his life had he been in the position he found himself in. Cora had all the leverage she needed to make his life miserable and she was cheerfully free of the sort of morality that would have prevented most people from embarking on such an ambitious moneymaking scheme.

"You look perfect," he said. "You do. You're beautiful and sexy and perfect."

She smiled. "More beautiful than your wife, Wade?" He heard the pleasure in her voice as she asked it.

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

Cora stroked his cock a little faster. "Would you fuck me if I let you, Wade? If I was on my hands and knees in that bed and begging you to fuck me, would you do it?"

He shook his head.

"We'll never know, I suppose. What kind of cuckoldress would I be if I let you fuck me? After all, your own wife has no use for your dick. What use could it possibly be to me?"

She slapped his cock and Wade doubled over in pain. Cora laughed in delight and Wade caught a whiff of perfume emanating from her pelvic area. A brief desire to taste her pussy followed and he couldn't help but appreciate the genius of applying an alluring scent to that wondrous part of her body.

As he stood up straight, Cora glanced at the night table clock and smiled. "My date will be here soon. Do you understand your purpose tonight, Wade?"

"To be a cuckold."

"Can you be more specific, Wade?"

"To do as I'm told. To suffer whatever humiliation and degradation your client wishes to bestow upon me. To ensure that he lives out his fantasy in any way he desires."

"Very good, Wade," she replied. "Don't worry. If you're a good boy, you'll be out of here long before your wife's companion is finished satisfying her. You'll be able to run to her room, to clean her pussy, to suck his fat cock clean. Perhaps they'll be generous enough to let you fluff him so he can fuck your wife again before they fall into the deep slumber that visits those who are lucky enough to achieve true sexual satisfaction."

A moment later, Cora's lips were pressed against his. Her fingers encircled Wade's cock and she stroked him vigorously as her tongue pushed into his mouth and a moan followed.

"You're a good kisser," she whispered.

"So are you."

Cora smiled, released his cock from her grasp, and pointed to the floor. Wade fell to his knees and looked up at her.

"Don't disappoint me tonight, Wade. I like you, but I don't care about you. I care about making money, and to do that I need to please my client. If you disappoint me and he decides that he didn't get what he paid for, I will go to great lengths to punish you."

"I understand," Wade answered. Fear gripped him once more, though arousal rested beneath that fear, threatening to usurp the unpleasant emotion.

A gentle knock on the door put a smile on Cora's face. She closed her eyes for a moment, took a deep breath, and shifted her posture slightly before sauntering towards the door. It was subtle, but it was if she'd willed herself to be sexier, somehow, like she'd become Cora the escort while her eyes were closed.

Her voice dripped with desire as she said, "I've missed you, Titus."

Wade couldn't see the door, but heard Cora and her client kissing. As he listened, Wade tried to wrap his head around the notion of paying a woman thousands of dollars for the privilege of fucking her. Even if he possessed that kind of money, he couldn't imagine actually spending it in that manner, mostly because he was certain he'd get hung up on the idea that she was only doing it for the money, that she wasn't the slightest bit interested in fucking him. Men like Titus clearly had no problem with that part of the escort equation.

"Come, I want you to meet my cuck," Cora said.

A moment later she appeared in front of Wade holding the hand of a far more impressive man than he'd imagined. For some reason Wade figured that only unattractive men would pay for sex. Titus was tall, good-looking, and appeared to be in great shape. He had a square jaw and what struck Wade as carefully groomed stubble with flecks of gray amongst the dark hair. He oozed money, too, from the quality of his suit to the watch on his wrist to the shiny shoes he wore.

"Titus, this is my cuck. He's promised to be a good boy tonight, to serve us both as we desire." Cora kissed her client's neck and caressed his cock through his slacks. "I'm looking forward to seeing you put him in his place."

Titus smiled at Wade and then turned to kiss Cora. His hand moved into her lingerie and he grasped one of her breasts. Their tongues entwined as she moaned into his mouth and Wade was surprised to feel his cock grow. Perhaps he was more of a cuckold than he'd ever imagined if he found pleasure in watching two total strangers kiss in front of him.

"Kiss my shoes, cuck," Titus ordered.

Wade bent over and kissed the tips of Titus's expensive, shiny shoes. He then sat back on his knees and looked up.

"Again. This time like you mean it. Show me that you understand that you're an inferior man, that it's an honor to kiss the shoes of a man like me."

Wade bent over once more. This time, though, he put in some real effort. He kissed the shoes over and over. He moaned a little, too, and he felt every bit of the humiliation that Titus intended.

When he sat back on his knees, Wade said, "Thank you for letting me kiss your shoes, sir."

Titus laughed. "That's more like it. Pour us some champagne, cuck."

He led Cora to the couch as Wade got to his feet and poured two glasses of champagne from the chilled bottle resting in an ice bucket. He carefully walked the champagne to Cora and her client and fell to his knees in front of the couch before offering it to them.

"Exceptional service," Titus noted. His glass clinked against Cora's and they each drank. They swallowed, smiled, and then kissed deeply.

Wade watched from his knees and arousal mingled with the humiliation and frustration he felt at having been forced into an evening of being cucked by two people he'd only just met.

"Take his shoes and socks off, cuck," Cora demanded.

Wade did as instructed and they both watched without saying a word, which deepened the sense of discomfort he felt.

"Lick the bottom of his shoes clean," Cora said.

Wade held up one of the shoes and stared at the bottom. It wasn't especially dirty, but it struck him as the most disgusting thing he'd ever been instructed to do.

"Do it, cuck." Her voice was sharp with an edge of anger.

Wade thought of the many potential consequences of disappointing Cora or Titus. Fear drove him to extend his tongue and lick the bottom of the shoe as they both laughed at him.

"Pathetic," Titus said.

"He's a cuck. His very existence is pathetic. His only purpose is to be used and abused for our satisfaction."

Wade saw the delight on Titus's face and for a brief moment he felt admiration for Cora. She clearly understood what her client wanted and possessed the ability to give it to him. Were Wade not being blackmailed he might have found a more thorough sense of enjoyment in being cucked by Cora.

Titus sipped his champagne and then kissed Cora's neck. She closed her eyes and moaned as her client's hand moved between her legs. Wade bathed his tongue in the dust and grime from the bottom of Titus's shoes while the Cora's pussy was invaded by a pair of thick fingers. The sounds of her wetness filled the air around Wade and made it clear that some part of the evening had turned her on. He'd have seen it if she lubricated herself ahead of time. She hadn't. She was aroused. Massively aroused.

"Would you like to taste her, cuck?" Titus asked as his fingers emerged from Cora's pussy.

"Yes, please."

Titus laughed. "You don't deserve that yet."

Cora leaned over and kissed her client's neck. "I think you should make him taste something else," she whispered.

Titus smiled and finished his champagne. He stood, took off his jacket, and tossed it over the arm of the couch. He looked down at Wade and asked, "Would the cuck like to taste my cock?"

Wade shook his head. He wasn't permitted to refuse an order, but he suspected that answering that question honestly was the right move.

Cora unzipped her client's pants and reached inside. She freed a thick, half hard cock and looked at Wade. "It's too bad it's not up to you. You're a fucking cuck. If he tells you to suck his dick, you do it without hesitation."

"Of course," Wade replied as he stared at the cock. He had no interest in sucking it. None at all. Cora wasn't his wife. Titus wasn't his wife's bull. The same pleasure that came from submitting himself to Mira's desires was nowhere to be found in the hotel room.

"Suck my dick, cuck," Titus instructed.

Wade crawled closer. He felt a pit of anxiety in his stomach. This was different than dressing Cora. This was different than taking off Titus's shoes. This was different than licking them. He felt as though he could have explained everything else to his wife and she might have forgiven him. Somehow this felt like the thing she'd have trouble getting over. It's not like he had a choice, though.

Wade opened his mouth and took the half hard cock between his lips. He sucked while looking up at Titus.

"That's it, cuck," the other man said. "Show me what a bitch you are. Show me that you understand your place."

The cock got hard in Wade's mouth. His humiliation deepened. His revulsion grew as he tasted precum on his tongue. He wanted to run from the hotel room, to give up on avoiding the devastation that would come from disappointing Cora. He couldn't, though. He couldn't risk that video being released. His wife would leave him if that happened.

"Throat it, faggot," Cora said. "Throat his fucking cock. Choke on it. Suffer to please him, to please me."

Wade had never been called that particular word before. It stung, but he was surprised to feel just a touch of arousal alongside the pain. He did as instructed. He throated the cock. He choked on it. His eyes watered. He pulled back as he gagged.

"No one said you could stop," Titus hissed. He put a hand on the back of Wade's head and roughly shoved his dick deep. Again Wade gagged. This time, though, he couldn't pull away. He had to conquer his gag reflex. Misery followed. Pain and misery. His stomach lurching. His eyes watering. His throat burning.

Eventually Titus pulled back as he laughed. Cora spit on Wade's face and then rubbed it all around. She gathered the thick saliva from Titus's cock and added it to Wade's face, leaving him a wet and sticky mess.

Titus sat down, kissed Cora, and then guided her mouth to his cock. Wade watched her soft lips move up and down the thick shaft. He noted the firm grip that Titus had on the back of her neck. He noted her ability to deepthroat the cock with relative ease, too, and for just a moment Wade found himself jealous of her skill.

"Kiss the cuck," Titus said.

Cora pulled off the cock and slid to her knees on the floor. She kissed Wade and shared a mixture of saliva and precum with him. She gave his dick a few strokes, too, and Wade wondered if that was a reward for having suffered the indignity of choking on a cock.

She smiled at him and turned back to her date. Cora stripped Titus from the waist down as he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a muscular, hairy chest and a stomach with an ab or two peaking out.

Cora leaned in and offered a handful of tender kisses against her client's stomach. She worked her way towards his cock, kissing his upper thighs on both sides before taking him in her mouth once more. Cora looked up and Titus stared down at her as she sucked slowly and tenderly, giving the kind of blowjob that every man would kill to receive.

Wade thought of his wife. She sucked her bull's cock in that manner, like she wanted nothing more than to make him feel good, to show her appreciation for how well he fucked her, for how hard he made her cum.

Titus spread his legs wider and looked at Wade. "Suck my balls, cuck."

He crawled closer. He fit himself next to Cora. He dropped down and took a testicle in his mouth. He sucked on it - gently, as his wife had taught him - and made sure to use his tongue plenty.

"Fuck, that's good," Titus said. "You're both exceptionally good."

Wade felt the familiar sensations of cuckolding envelop him. He liked those feelings and for a moment he forgot that he was in the hotel room against his will, that his actual wife was in another room.

"Can I ride your cock, baby?" Cora asked. "Can I ride you while the cuck sucks your balls?"

"You can."

Cora stood and retrieved a condom. She skillfully rolled it down Titus's cock, lowered her panties, and sat in his lap.

"Put him inside me, cuck," she ordered.

Wade took the fat dick in his hand and guided the head inside his blackmailer. He watched as Cora slowly sank down on it. He marveled at the beauty of it as his focus narrowed to the sight of a cock filling a wet pussy, a sight that he'd witnessed countless times with his wife and that he'd always loved.

"Suck his balls, faggot."

Cora's voice pulled him back to his current reality and Wade obeyed without hesitation. He took the hairy testicles in his mouth and swirled his tongue over them. Cora's ass dropped onto his head over and over as she rode her client's cock and they both moaned as their pursuit of pleasure kicked into high gear.

"Does my pussy feel good?" she asked breathlessly. "Does my tight little cunt feel good wrapped around your big cock?"

Titus smacked her ass. "Damn right it does. Your pussy is like magic, Cora, and it feels even better with your little cuck bitch working my sack."

They kissed and Wade looked up to see her pussy lips stretched around the fat, condom-wrapped cock.

"It's good to have a worthless little cuck faggot to humiliate, isn't it?" she asked. "You can make him do whatever the fuck you want. He's just a toy."

Titus laughed and lifted her from his cock. "Suck it, faggot."

Wade took the dick in his mouth. He tasted pussy and latex. He sucked with his lips wrapped around his teeth to ensure there was no risk of the condom breaking.

"Put it back in her."

Wade guided the cock into Cora's pussy and she began to ride her client once more. She rested her hands on his knees, leaned back, and bounced vigorously as Wade returned to sucking balls, as was his place as a cuck.

"God damn, Cora...you're fucking incredible."

They fucked like that for a few minutes longer before Titus lifted her from his cock and set her on the couch next to him. He stood, stroked himself in the condom while looking down at Wade, and then dick slapped him a handful of times while laughing.

"Get up, cuck. Get in the bed. On your back. Head at the foot of the bed."

Wade followed orders without hesitation. Titus helped Cora to her feet and they kissed as Wade watched upside down with his head nearly hanging off the bed.

"I think you should make him hang his head all the way off the bed so you can throat fuck him," Cora said. "I think I'd like to finger my tight little cunt while I watch you use his mouth like that."

Titus smiled. "You heard her, cuck. Hang your head off the bed. Right now."

Wade inched backwards until his head hung off the bed. Titus approached, squatted a little, and guided his dick into Wade's waiting mouth. The path to his throat was a great deal clearer in that position and the throat fucking began almost immediately.

There was still gagging, though. Lots of it. There was lots of spitting up, too, and before long Wade's face was covered in thick saliva. It was a deeply unpleasant experience to be throat fucked like that. He couldn't imagine anyone would have enjoyed it outside of the man doing the throat fucking, of course.

After what felt like an hour - though was probably just a few minutes - Titus pulled out and had Cora crawl on top of Wade, whose head still hung off the edge of the bed.

Titus slipped into Cora from behind and fucked her as Wade lifted his head to watch. He witnessed a few minutes of fucking and then his throat was filled once more. He gagged. He spit up. He tasted pussy and latex.

Titus repeated the pattern a handful of times, making Wade suffer for this pleasure as he enjoyed both a throat and a tight pussy at his leisure. Cora was kind enough to stroke Wade's dick a little as she rested on her hands and knees atop him, but it wasn't nearly enough pleasure to offset the misery of having his mouth and throat used like a fuck toy.

Eventually, and to Wade's great relief, Titus had his first orgasm. He did so with his dick buried deep in Cora's pussy, leading to Wade breathing a sigh of relief as his throat would no longer be needed.

He was wrong about that, though. Titus pulled out, took off the condom, and shoved his dick in Wade's throat once more. He held it there as Cora turned around and kissed him. They made out long enough that Wade worried he might pass out from lack of oxygen. Only when he began to panic did Titus pull out. His laughter soon filled the room as Wade gasped for air.

"Here," Titus said as he offered Cora the condom. "Make him lick this off your tits while I enjoy another glass of champagne."

Cora smiled, took the condom, and moved to the head of the bed. Wade sat up, wiped as much of the saliva from his face as he could, and crawled towards her. She looked radiantly beautiful, an oasis in a desert of painful cuckold humiliation. She lowered her lingerie to free her breasts and upended the condom on them, glazing each with the remarkably thick cum that Titus had expelled from his balls.

"Come here, baby," she said softly. "Come and enjoy your reward. Come and worship my tits. Come and taste a superior man's cum. Consume it. Let it fill your body. Let it help you embrace your place."

Wade crawled towards her and Cora surprised him with a kiss before directing his mouth to her breasts. He settled in next to her and cleaned every drop of Titus's thick cum from her tits, taking his time and doing so as Cora ran her fingers through his hair and repeatedly called him a good boy. The intimacy of it was entirely Cora's doing - her voice was soft and her touch delicate - and Wade found it thoroughly enjoyable as he let the simple pleasure of worshiping her breasts engulf him, drowning out all other thoughts.

"Did you bring that little satin robe you usually wear?" Titus asked.

"I did," Cora replied.

"Have the cuck wear it while he fills the ice bucket."

Wade tensed up and stopped sucking on Cora's breast. She ran her fingers through his hair and down his back.

"You heard him," she said softly. "Put on a pair of my panties and the robe, which you'll find in the closet. You'll have to ride the elevator to the next floor down to find the nearest ice machine. You will almost certainly run into someone. You will feel humiliated. You will do as you're told, though, because you're a cuck. Do you understand?"

Wade would have preferred to get face fucked again. The thought of public exposure terrified him. He didn't have a choice, though. He'd have to put on the robe and panties. He'd have to walk the hallways of the hotel. The security cameras would see him. There was no point in resisting, though. He'd come this far. Turning back now would be incomprehensibly foolish.

"Come here, cuck," Cora said softly as she urged his lips towards hers.

Wade kissed her. She offered her tongue. She was gentle. Almost loving. Again he almost forgot he was in her room against his will.

"Do as you're told," she whispered. "Right now."

Wade backed out of the bed. The taste of cum filled his mouth. His face was still sticky with saliva. His cock was hard from the breast worship. He was terrified of what was to come, but he resolved to do it. He'd committed and he was going to see it through even if the humiliation got worse.

Wade didn't have any good options, so he chose was seemed like the best of a bad bunch, took a deep breath, and pushed onwards.

To be continued…