His Cuckold Ritual Takes a Twisted Turn - Part 1

"What can I get for you?"

Wade barely heard the bartender as he replayed the memory of carefully dressing his wife in the most exquisite pair of stockings he'd ever bought her. The nylon felt impossibly soft against his fingers and she'd smiled down at him and playfully ruffled his hair before instructing him not to linger too long, as she wanted to be ready by the time her bull showed up.

"Sir?" the bartender asked.

Wade snapped back to the present moment. "Uh, yeah, I'll have...shit, I don't know. What's your favorite cocktail to make?"

For just a moment an exhausted look washed over the bartender's face, like he'd had a long day and wasn't interested in a customer who was going to make it feel a little longer. Then he perked up and said, "Actually, I've been working on a new cocktail. I think it's pretty good. If you're up for it I'll make you one."

"Fantastic," Wade said. "I'll take one of whatever you're calling this cocktail."

The bartender smiled. "It hasn't got a name yet. I'm not entirely sure it's good yet, and it's back luck to name a cocktail until you've perfected it."

"Is that right?"

He laughed. "I have no idea, but, you know, who am I to tempt fate?"

Wade nodded and the bartender walked away and set about crafting his drink. It involved at least two different types of alcohol - Wade knew nothing about bartending so he wasn't sure what was in the unlabeled bottles - muddled blackberries, a mint leaf, a gigantic ice cube with a stamp of the bar's logo on the top, and a few other ingredients along with a lemon peel as a garnish of sorts.

"There you are," the bartender said.

Wade looked it over - he especially liked the stamp of the bar’s logo on the top of the ice cube, which floated in the drink - and then picked up the glass and took a sip. A wealth of flavors lit up his taste buds and Wade couldn't help but smile. The initial burst was followed by the gentle heat of alcohol that lingered on his tongue and in his throat.

"That's fantastic," he said. "Truly. You should put that on the menu."

The bartender looked downright giddy and Wade judged him as a man that took great care in his work. He thought - in an obtuse kind of way - that they shared that in common.

Wade wasn't about to mention that the work he was thinking of was being a cuckold. Truthfully, it wasn't really work. It was more like a passion, but Wade suspected the bartender would have thought of himself as passionate about crafting new cocktails. Perhaps he harbored an ambition to open a bar, to fill a menu with his cocktails, to play host to the most discerning imbibers of elegant drinks the city had to offer.

"Thanks for this," Wade said as he slid off the bar stool with the intention of finding his way to a booth.

"Shall I keep a tab open for you?"

"That would be great, thanks."

Wade made his way to the booth and slid all the way in. He put his phone on the table - Mira would text at some point to let him know he was needed in the room - and took another sip of the cocktail before closing his eyes and savoring the taste.

He'd savored the taste of Mira's pussy not that long ago. It was his last task as a cuckold on date night. He would prep her pussy with his tongue. He would get her excited, get her wet, leave her in a state of unbridled lust for when her bull knocked on the door of the hotel room Wade had booked.

Arranging a time with Mira's bull and booking the hotel room was his first task. He didn't always buy her new lingerie, but if he did, that was his second task in making a date night happen. Driving her to the hotel, checking her in, and then preparing her for the night was the third and longest task that was comprised of many smaller tasks.

Wade took pleasure in all of them. Being a cuckold was his passion, after all. He made sure that Mira's pubic hair was trimmed exactly to her bull's liking. He made sure her toenails were perfectly painted in the color of her choosing. He applied gently-scented moisturizer to her body after their shower. He laid out her lingerie as she did her hair and makeup. He prepared the room for her bull's arrival by ordering champagne and any snacking food they might want. He carefully dressed Mira in her lingerie, taking his time to ensure it looked utterly flawless.

Then, as was their custom, Wade would depart before Mira's bull arrived. On rare occasions he was permitted to sit on his knees in the corner and watch, but Mira experienced far greater pleasure if her husband was out of the room, and as her cuckold Wade was dedicated to his wife's pleasure above all else.

That's why he was at the bar. It was his ritual. He would come to the hotel bar - he spread their bookings around to different hotels to make sure no one got to know his face all that well - and he would enjoy a cocktail and let his mind wander to thoughts of another man's cock satisfying his wife countless times over the next few hours.

"May I join you?"

Wade looked up to see a beautiful young woman standing next to his booth with a cocktail in her hand. He recognized her as the girl that had checked them in just a handful of hours ago. She'd changed out of her uniform - navy blue pants, a white blouse, and a blazer with a name tag pinned to it - and looked rather fetching in a blue satin halter dress that exposed a wealth of cleavage.

"Uh...I'm...uh..."

She smiled and sat across from him. "I'm Cora, by the way."

He nodded as he struggled to discern why she was sitting across from him. It occurred to Wade that she was dressed like a woman trying to impress a man. Did she have a date and was just killing time? Did she have some sort of strange side business where she worked as an escort at the hotel after her shift was over?

Cora sipped her drink - it looked like she had the same cocktail as Wade - and then set it on the table and leaned back. She smiled at him and he looked towards the bartender as if that would shed some light on what was happening. He was busy with another customer, though.

"Do you think he's inside her by now?" Cora asked.

Wade's head snapped her way. His jaw dropped. His eyes went wide. His heart raced inexplicably He had no control over any of it. "What?"

Cora's smile shifted and Wade's pulse quickened further.

"You've booked a room here four times over the past three months. Each time, you and your beautiful wife arrive exactly at 4 p.m. You check in while she waits quietly. You carry the bags to the elevator. Between 7 and 7:45 p.m. you step off the elevator and come to this bar. Shortly before 8 p.m. the same handsome man in a suit walks through the lobby and into the elevators. Somewhere between two and four hours later, you leave the bar and head back to your room. It happens every time you check in and it will happen tonight as well. So, my question is, do you think that handsome man's cock is inside your wife by now, or do they indulge in a bit of foreplay before fucking?"

Wade jumped as her foot pressed between his legs under the table. She smiled.

"There's no need to panic, Wade. You've done nothing wrong. People engage in all sorts of naughty fun at our hotel. Business travelers cheat on their husbands and wives. Kinky couples bring their bondage gear to get wild in a safe space. Men - always men - hire escorts and pay unholy sums of money to spend the night having carefree sex and unburdening themselves of their stresses with someone who won't complain about them being selfish. I'll be honest, though, we don't get a lot of couples that are into cuckolding and I find it fascinating. I find you fascinating. You spend three or four hours in the room with your wife and then you leave as another man takes your place."

Her foot pressed against his cock as Wade gripped the edge of the table. 

"I'm right about you, aren't I? You're a cuckold? There's another man in your room and he's going to spend the night fucking your wife, right?"

Wade nodded as his dick got hard. He probably should have left, but he wasn't thinking clearly. He could barely speak, let alone motivate his body to depart the booth and find a safer place to hide from the front desk clerk who'd transformed herself into the seductress sitting across from him in an exquisite dress.

"I assume you don't fuck her in the time you're up there with her."

He shook his head.

Cora smiled. "No. Of course not. If you fucked her, what would be the point of bringing in another man to do it. So what do you do while you're up there, Wade?"

"I...I do my job."

"What an intriguing answer, but I require more details."

He took a deep breath as she continued to massage his cock through his pants. "I prepare her for the night. I prepare the room. I make sure everything is perfect so that my wife and her...her bull can have the best night possible."

"Details, Wade."

"I shower with her. I wash her body and her hair. I trim her pubic hair to her bull's liking. I dry her off. I rub lotion into most of her body. I then prepare the room as she does her hair and makeup. When she's ready, I dress her in lingerie. Then I..."

"Then you what?" she asked as he trailed off.

"Then I go down on her to make sure she's exceptionally wet and turned on for him."

"You prepare her pussy so another man can fuck it, Wade?"

His cock got harder as he nodded. He'd never talked about his cuckolding with another person, let alone another woman. It was oddly enthralling.

"And tell me, Wade, does he use a condom when he fucks your wife?"

He shook his head. "They've been together for quite some time, so she trusts him to...to cum inside her without risk."

"And I'll bet that turns you on, Wade. The fact that another man is cumming in your wife's pussy. The fact that he's claiming her as his by flooding her womb with his seed."

Wade nodded.

"And what happens when you go up there, Wade? Have they finished fucking?"

"Usually, yes. I...I clean up."

She smiled, sipped her drink, and then got up. Wade thought the conversation was over, but instead Cora joined him on his side of the booth. She slid close enough that her body was soon pressed against his. Her perfume was intoxicating and he caught the floral scent of her shampoo, too. He noticed that her nipples were hard and quite prominent as they pushed through the material of her dress.

"Does clean up mean what I think it means, Wade?"

"What do you think it means?"

She leaned over and softly kissed his neck before moaning. "I think it means that you lick another man's cum out of your wife's pussy, Wade. I think it means that you use your tongue to collect every bit of his seed that you can, that you swallow it like a greedy little cum slut, that you get hard while you're doing it."

"That's true."

Cora put a hand on his knee and slowly moved it towards his crotch as Wade's heart pounded at a rate he was certain was unhealthy.

"I also...I also clean his cock," he confessed, mostly because it felt good to admit it to someone other than his wife or her bull.

"How naughty," Cora whispered before kissing his neck once more. Her fingers found his cock and she stroked him slowly through his slacks. "And your wife doesn't mind being married to a cocksucking cum slut, Wade?"

"I...I think she likes it," he admitted. "I wasn't...I wasn't really good in bed, which is why I suggested she sleep with other people. As soon as we started doing it she got more dominant. I think it turns her on to dominate me, to watch me do humiliating, submissive things. I don't know why she'd keep doing it like this if it didn't turn her on."

"I think you're right, Wade. I think your wife likes being married to a cuckold, to a little bitch, to a cocksucker and a cum slut, to a man that's willing to do literally anything to please her."

A small part of Wade's mind wondered why Cora had taken an interest in him. What was she getting out of it? Did she just enjoy fucking with him? Did she enjoy turning on a random stranger in a bar? Was there an end game? He was too caught up in his arousal to do anything other than go along for the ride, though.

"I'd like something from you, Wade," she said while slowly working his cock under the table.

"What's that?"

Cora's tongue danced over his neck. "You have a few options. I'm going to let you choose."

He tensed up. Her tone had changed slightly.

"Your first choice is to pay me $5,000. Venmo would be ideal."

He gripped the edge of the table as the conversation took a turn for the worse. She stroked him faster under the table, though, and kissed his neck in the most seductive manner he'd ever experienced.

"Wha..."

She gripped his cock hard enough to make Wade panic at the potential for damage. "Quiet. No more talking until I give you permission."

He nodded.

She kissed his neck and resumed stroking him. "Your second choice is to be my cuckold for the next few hours. Accompany me to a room. Dress me in lingerie. Eat my pussy until I'm wet. Unlike your wife, I won’t make you leave the room, though. You'll stay and you’ll suck the dick of the man that's going to fuck me. You'll likely be used as furniture while he fucks me. You'll clean his cock multiple times when he pulls it from my pussy. You'll drink his cum out of me after he blows his load inside me. You'll thank him for fucking me. You'll beg him for the chance to suck his flaccid cock until he's hard for round two. Then we'll do it all over again. Oh, and you'll welcome any verbal humiliation he or I direct your way."

Wade was surprised to find himself tempted by the second option, but the temptation lasted only a few moments. "Why would I do any of that, Cora? I'm kinky, but I have no interest in cheating on my wife."

She released his cock and reached into her purse, which rested on the bench to her left. Cora pulled out her phone and brought up a video that sent stress coursing through every bone in Wade's body.

He was staring at himself. He was dressing Mira in lingerie. It was the set she'd worn two months ago.

Cora skipped ahead to the part in the video where Wade came back to the room. He watched himself suck her bull's cock clean and then crawl between Mira's legs to clean the cum out of her. There must have been a hidden camera in the room. Wade couldn't believe it.

"What the fuck?" he asked.

"I'm an enterprising young woman, Wade. I have no intention of working at a fucking hotel front desk for the rest of my life. I have ambitions that require earning quite a lot of money. I'm not evil, though. I like to have fun while earning my money. I try to make it as painless as possible for my victims."

"And what if I just call the police?"

"Then this video gets sent to your employer, to your wife's employer, to your family, to your friends, to your parents. By the time the police arrive the evidence of the video will be scrubbed from my phone and they'll only have your word that I secretly filmed your little cuckold ritual. They won't even arrest me, Wade, but your life will effectively be ruined. For some reason, people look down on cucks. They seem them as weak. As pathetic. As worth laughing at."

Cora leaned in and kissed his neck once more and Wade hated that he felt an instant rush of arousal.

"I’m going to love playing with a cuck, though," she said. "And I have a client that really wants to play out his little fantasy of cucking a man, of making him suffer humiliation and degradation, oF showing him what a worthless man he is by cucking him repeatedly over the course of a night. You're going to be that man, Wade. You're going to suffer humiliation and degradation for me and I'm going to earn a great deal of money from this kinky client of mine."

"Please don't do this," Wade said, though he could hear the sense of defeat in his voice.

"It's done, Wade," Cora whispered. "You have two choices. Both cost you a great deal. Both benefit me. I have the leverage and I'm more than happy to use it to hurt you if you don't do as I desire. So make your choice. Either pay me $5,000 or play the part of my cuckold for the evening."

Wade's first thought was that he loved to watch. His second thought was that he'd long fantasized about experiencing his cuckolding in close up, which he assumed was what Cora meant by using him as furniture.

Wade couldn't really afford to send $5,000 to Cora. It was far too much money, and in that moment he was still trying to figure out a way to clean up the mess without Mira discovering that a previous night of cuckolding at the hotel had been filmed.

"Okay, I'll be your cuckold," he said.

Cora smiled, turned his head towards hers, and kissed him. Wade was stunned at the pleasure of the kiss. Her lips were soft and tasted subtly of the many flavors her cocktail. Her tongue moved expertly into his mouth and lured him into an even deeper state of desire as her hand stroked him a little faster under the table.

"I promise, Wade, that you'll enjoy yourself as long as you do as you're told. If you disobey me, though, it will be a miserable night for you. Do you understand?"

"I do," he said.

"Good. Let's finish our drinks and then we can go up to my room and you can prepare me for my date."

Cora moved back to the other side of the booth and sipped her cocktail.

"So...what are your ambitions?"

"What?" she asked.

"You said you're a girl with ambitions. Anything specific, or were you just talking about not wanting to work at a hotel for the rest of your life?"

Cora smiled and gestured towards the bar as she said, "First up is opening a bar with our intrepid bartender. He's got a real talent for creating cocktails and a well-run bar is a cash generating machine. It's hard to get a loan for one, though, especially since we both have bad credit. We're about halfway to having the money to get started on building a bar, though. If it goes well, we'll open multiple locations."

Wade couldn't help but be impressed. He didn't exactly support Cora's use of extortion to fund her dreams, but he was impressed that she had them and was willing to do damn near anything to achieve them.

"Have you done a cuckold thing with a client before?" he asked.

She shook her head. "This is my first. He requested it months ago, actually. I just didn't have the right guy to make it happen. Then I found you, and you were quite accommodating in sharing all of the dirty fun you get up to with your wife and her bull, which made it easy to identify that you're perfect for this particular client."

"What's he paying you?"

Cora sipped her drink. "That's not for you to know, Wade. You should know, though, that I will be vindictive if you spoil his fantasy. You are nothing more than a means to an end for me, Wade, and I won't hesitate to punish you if you fuck this up."

He felt a chill run down his spine. "I won't fuck it up," he said.

"Yeah? Why don't you prove how obedient you can be by crawling under the table and kissing my feet."

Wade looked around the bar. It had gotten fairly busy since his arrival and someone would absolutely see him do as Cora wanted.

"It wasn't a suggestion, Wade. Do it right now. If you're good, I'll reward you by letting you taste my pussy under the table."

Wade saw little purpose in fighting her. He was caught in a fucked up situation, but Cora didn't strike him as malevolent. Just ambitious in an off-kilter fashion. So he slid under the table and kissed her feet. It was uncomfortable and more than a little humiliating, but then she spread her legs and inched her hips forward. He saw that she wasn't wearing any panties and he noticed that her pussy glistened with desire.

Wade crawled closer and tasted her. Cora put a hand on his head and he found himself devouring her cunt like he always did when his wife welcomed him between her legs.

The oral worship was brief, though, as Cora pushed him away after just a handful of seconds. Wade then crawled out from under the table, took his seat at the booth, and glanced around the bar. Two girls were staring and smiling, though one of them offered a thumbs up, as if his dedication to eating pussy was something to be proud of.

"You're going to be cucked twice tonight, Wade," Cora said. "If anything, you should be grateful to me. In fact, I expect you to show your gratitude before the night is over."

"I will," he said softly.

"Good. Let's go to my room, then. It's time to have some fun."

Wade left money on the table for his drink and followed Cora out of the bar. He saw her nod at the bartender - who was clearly in on her funding scheme - and they strolled across the lobby and into the elevator.

Cora kissed Wade the moment the doors shut. She took his hand and placed it on one of her breasts as their tongues danced. He moaned and pushed his hips forward, pressing his erection into her pelvis.

"Men are so simple," Cora said with a smile. "It's my favorite thing about your gender. A little bit of arousal makes you impossibly easy to control."

Despite himself, Wade wanted to kiss her again. The whole thing was insane and he knew it. His dick remained hard, though.

They elevator doors opened and Cora took his hand and led Wade into the hallway.

"I love my job," she said.

Somehow, Wade was both fearful and aroused. It felt as though it might be either the best or worst night of his life and there wasn't much he could do to control the outcome. He was Cora's to do with as she pleased. The only question was what she would do. Wade would soon find out.

To be continued...