Inside the Mind of a Dominant Hotwife - Part 14

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Not that long ago, it would have been genuinely impossible to imagine myself standing above my husband as he sucked my strapless dildo. As I called him a cocksucker. As I told him that soon he'd have a real cock in his mouth.

That's not the sort of thing that pops into the mind of a vanilla woman, which is what I was not that long ago. Walt changed all that with a request to be dominated. It took me some time to find my way as a domme, but I got there. Unfortunately for Walt, my pleasure in that arena derives from making him do things he doesn't want to do, from continuously pushing his boundaries. I like to make him feel discomfort alongside his submission. There's no other way for me to dominate him.

After the first strapless dildo blowjob, I asked Walt if he regretted his request to be dominated.

He took his time thinking about it. He was busy doing the dishes and I watched from my seat at the table.

"No," he said after a few minutes of quiet contemplation. Walt turned the water off, spun around, and leaned against the counter. He looked down at his feet for a few moments and then met my gaze. "It's been a lot different than I thought it would be, but that's reality. It's just one person that's creating a fantasy, but in the real world it takes two people."

He extended his arms along the edge of the counter and slowly pulled them back towards his hips. I noted that he looked good. He'd been working out with greater regularity, though, and it seemed as though it had paid off.

"One of the inherent truths of being submissive is that it involves putting someone else's pleasure above your own. Sometimes, though, that means doing something that I wouldn't choose to do."

"Like being made to eat a superior man's cum," I said.

Walt gripped the edge of the counter and his eyes fluttered for a moment. I'm pretty sure he was turned on, though he could just as well have been feeling the pain of humiliation.

"Yes, like that," he said after a few seconds. "It was awful at first. It was humiliating and the taste was terrible. But it's gotten easier over time and, more importantly, you enjoyed it from the very first time. You got off on that kind of domination. At least I think you did."

"I certainly did."

He smiled sweetly. "That was the part that turned me on. Seeing your enjoyment of it. Seeing how good it made you feel to dominate me in that way. It was difficult to do and it remains difficult to do - and probably will always remain difficult - but it's a turn on in a way that I very few things are a turn on. That's the submissive in me, though. When that part of me gets triggered, it's a high of a certain kind. It's incredible and impossible to replicate in any other way."

"And does it make you happy to know that I experience roughly the same thing? That I get that rush? That I get it every time Michael fucks me, because dating and fucking another man is a form of dominance over you? I get it when you clean his cum out of me. I get it when you worship my pussy. I get it when I sit on your face and ride your mouth and tell you that Michael fucks me better than you do. I get it when I deny you the chance to fuck me. I get it when I put on my strapless dildo and tell you to suck my cock like a good boy. Does all of that make you happy?"

Walt nodded vigorously and I slipped my left foot out of my sneaker and peeled off my sock. He pushed away from the counter and fell to his knees in front of me. He wanted to kiss my foot. I didn't give the instruction, though, so he waited with his hands resting on his thighs.

"I don't regret asking you to dominate me," he said. "Not one bit. In fact, I think it's one of the best decisions I've ever made. I love that you dominate me, Emmy. In the moment I'm often uncomfortable or even unwilling, but big picture, being your submissive in so many ways has led to the most significant sense of satisfaction I've ever felt."

"Are you nervous about sucking dick for me?" I asked. "Sucking a real man's dick, I mean?"

"More nervous than I've ever been," Walt admitted.

"I suppose that's why the thought of it makes my pussy so wet."

He liked that. He smiled. He shifted his body a little. A quiet moan escaped his lips.

"You may kiss and lick my feet. You may suck on my toes, too. Before you do, though, I need you to tell me that you're going to be a cocksucker for me," I said.

You know you quite like being a domme when your blood really gets flowing when you say something like that. In my case, my pussy got awfully wet, too. It was the domination of it. The control. The act of making my husband do something he didn't want to do. That's what got me going.

"I'm going to be a cocksucker for you, Emmy," he said.

I'm sure Walt was embarrassed that saying it got him a little bit aroused. I could see it in his eyes and in the way his breath quickened a little.

"Are you going to be a good cocksucker for me?"

"Yes. I'll..." He took a deep breath before continuing. "I'll be a good cocksucker for you, Emmy. I'll make...I'll learn how to make Michael's superior cock feel good. I'll learn how to pleasure him before he fucks you."

I smiled. "At some point you'll learn how to suck him off, Walt. You'll learn how to get on your knees and pleasure his cock until he floods your mouth with his load."

He didn't like the sound of that. He recoiled a little, in fact. Of course, that sent a wave of dominant desire through me. I leaned forward.

"You will suck Michael off. You will give a complete blowjob. You will take his cock in your mouth. You will pleasure it until he cums for you. You will do so while I watch. It won't happen right away, but you will become a cocksucker for your wife because it's what I want you to be, Walt. Do you understand?"

He nodded and I slid my foot forward. I massaged his cock, which was already half hard. I made a decision in that moment.

"From here on out, you won't be allowed to cum unless you have Michael's dick in your mouth."

"What?" he asked.

I couldn't help but smile at the panic on his face. "That's right. It will help with your cocksucker training, Walt. You won't be permitted to claim an orgasm - the thing every man craves - unless your soft lips are wrapped around Michael's superior cock. Maybe it will be after he's fucked me. Maybe it will be before. Maybe it will be while you're blowing him and he's unloading in your cocksucking mouth. I decide when you get to cum, and for the foreseeable future I won't issue permission to cum unless you're sucking dick for me."

"Emmy...please..."

Sometimes I like it when Walt begs like that. There are times when it annoys me, but this wasn't one of those times. In this case, it made me wetter. I sat back, lifted my foot once more, and said, "Worship me."

Walt went to work. He worshiped my foot. He kissed, licked, and sucked. He did it for the other foot, too, and I masturbated as he did. I came while he was sucking on my big toe. I made sure to vocalize that I was going to turn him into an exceptional cocksucker and my body spasmed with pleasure as the words left my lips.

The only thing left to do was get Walt on his knees in front of Michael.

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I was dressed in a body-hugging black chemise and sitting astride my boyfriend. Michael's hands were on my lower back, though they moved quite liberally as my tongue entered his mouth. He was the first to moan and I did the same when he grabbed two handfuls of my ass and squeezed.

"You look so good, Emmy," he said.

I smiled and ran my fingers through his hair. "Walt helped me pick out the lingerie. It's not his favorite thing, but he did manage to be quite supportive in helping me pick out something to wear for you."

Michael leaned to the side and said, "You did a good job, cuck."

"Thank you," Walt replied, though I bet it was hard for him.

I directed Michael's attention back to me and kissed him again. This time I did so while grinding over his lap and he took hold of my breasts and played with them in the exact manner I craved. He has a knack for always using the right level of pressure at the right time and it always feels spectacular. I was quite keen to fuck him, but there was other business to attend to.

After a fair bit of foreplay I climbed off of Michael's lap and sat next to him on the surprisingly soft couch in the hotel suite that Walt had booked for the occasion. I kissed my boyfriend's neck and stroked his bulge through the thin material of his underwear. I liked when he wore the tight ones because the bulge was so obvious. On that particular night I liked that Walt could quite clearly see the outline of the appendage that would soon enter his mouth.

"Spread your legs for me," I whispered.

Michael parted his thighs, offering plenty of space for Walt to fill.

"Are you ready for this?" I asked the man that would be offering his cock to my husband. I understood that it was no small thing for Michael to agree to get his dick sucked by a man. He'd largely been on board from the start, though. He did not consider himself bisexual, but this was a different situation. This was Walt giving head as an act of deference and submission. This was Walt fully embracing his place as a lesser man - sexually speaking - than Michael. He was on board with that and I could understand why.

"I'm ready," Michael answered, though he was looking at Walt.

I turned my attention to my husband as Michael slid his hips forward, providing even easier access to his crotch. "It's time, Walt. You've practiced with my dildo. You've sucked on my fingers and toes and other toys countless times. I've called you a cocksucker so often that the idea should be second nature by now, so it's time to make it reality. It's time for you to show me and Michael that you know your place, that you understand that you're the inferior male in this little trio of ours."

I like that it makes my pussy wet to say things like that. It makes me tingle in the best way possible. The fact that Walt looked immensely uncomfortable was probably part of what turned me on. This is my form of domination, after all. I like to push Walt. I like to make him blow through his boundaries in service to my needs. I fucking love it, in fact.

"Strip, Walt. Strip and then get on your knees between Michael's legs."

Walt stood, stripped, and moved in front of Michael before dropping to his knees. He crawled closer and I could see that he was trying his best not to touch Michael. That wouldn't work, of course. There was no avoiding touching the man he was about to pleasure.

"Now kiss his bulge," I said. "Lean in and kiss it like a good sub."

Walt took a deep breath, leaned in, and kissed Michael's cock through the dark fabric of his underwear.

"Kiss the head," I said softly.

Walt adjusted his lips and kissed the plump head that would soon penetrate me.

"Wrap your lips around it as best as you can."

Walt hesitated, but only for a moment. There was no stopping this and he seemed to understand how pointless it would be to try and do so. He opened his mouth and clamped down - gently - on the head of Michael's cock.

"Now suck for me, baby. Suck that cock through his underwear. Get a little taste of what it will be like when I set it free. Get a little taste of what it's like to be a real cocksucker."

Walt closed his eyes and sucked. He did a good job, too. He was committed to it. I had no idea what was going on in his head, but it didn't really matter. I was fucking turned on watching my husband mouth my boyfriend's fat dick.

"Take his underwear off, Walt. It's time to become a real cocksucker. It's time to suck dick for your wife. It's time to show Michael that you truly understand your place as an inferior man."

Walt's hands trembled as he reached up and slipped his fingers under the waistband of Michael's underwear. I kissed my boyfriend in that moment, doing so deeply and moaning. I wanted to make sure he felt rewarded in all of this, that he understood that I was going to take care of him for being willing to donate his cock in the name of Walt's submission and humiliation.

I looked back at Walt as he set Michael's underwear aside. I then looked at my boyfriend's cock, which was as perfect as a cock can be. I took him in my hand and stroked him slowly.

"You're lucky, Walt," I said. "You're lucky that you get to suck on such a beautiful cock, such a perfect example of a man's sexual instrument. A vastly superior version of a cock than the one between your legs, which is partly why Michael's spent so much more time in my pussy than you have in recent months."

Walt's face reacted, though I couldn't discern if he was jealous, aroused, or a mixture of both.

"It's time, Walt. It's time to become a cocksucker. It's time to take a dick in your mouth. A real dick. The dick that's fucked your wife to so many orgasms. The dick that fucks your wife better than you do."

Walt looked scared, which made me wet. He was about to do something he was terrified of and he was going to do it for me. That's fucking hot.

"Suck his cock, Walt."

My husband leaned forward. He stared at the dick that was about to enter his mouth. I held my breath as I watched. This felt like a huge moment. This was so much different than sucking on a toy, or my fingers. This was sucking cock. This was crossing a huge boundary.

Walt parted his lips. Michael's cock passed between them. I moaned. I moaned as my husband took a dick in his mouth for me.

"That's it, cuck," I said in a voice that wavered from the sheer volume of arousal moving through me. "Suck on that beautiful dick. Show Michael that he's the superior man. Suck his cock to demonstrate that you know your place, that you understand that it's your job to pleasure the man that fucks me. Suck his cock to show that you're a good submissive."

Walt sucked cock. It wasn't a good blowjob. I could see that. It didn't have to be, though. There was plenty of time for Walt to get good at sucking cock.

"Pull your lips over your teeth, Walt. No man likes a toothy fucking blowjob."

He adjusted. He struggled with it - Michael is thick and it's harder to keep your teeth out of the way with a thick cock - but Walt worked at it. He wanted to be good. To be a good cocksucker for me.

"Make sure you use your tongue. It was meant to give pleasure, Walt, and not just to my pussy. Your tongue - any cuck's tongue, really - is meant to give pleasure, so swirl it around that gorgeous dick."

I turned my attention to Michael. We kissed and he played with my tits through the chemise as my husband sucked cock. I was already turned on, but getting worked up via domination and then getting fucked by my boyfriend would make for what I knew would be a series of world class orgasms.

"His balls, Walt. Suck his balls."

Walt did as instructed. There was no hesitation. There was no need for it. He knew his place and now that he'd sucked a dick there was no need to fear sucking balls.

I stroked Michael's cock as Walt worked his balls. I was very much in need of a good fucking and I wasn't willing to wait any longer.

"Walt, suck his head a little more."

My husband obeyed. He sucked the head of my boyfriend's cock. It seemed a little easier, but everything gets easier with practice.

"That's good, cocksucker," I said. "Now you get to watch me get fucked."

Walt sat back and moved out of the way. I stood and headed for the bed. It occurred to me that it was high enough that Michael could fuck me while standing if I had my pussy right at the edge of the bed. So that's what I did. I sat on the edge, lifted my legs, and pulled aside the black lace that covered my pussy. Michael strode over, stood at the foot of the bed, and rubbed his cock over my pussy lips.

"Walt, come rest your head on my stomach," I instructed. "I want Michael to be able to pull out and fuck your mouth a little."

Walt wasn't so keen on that, but he stood and came over. He crawled into the bed. He laid his head on my stomach. He had a little trouble adjusting his body to make the position comfortable, but eventually I was staring at the back of my husband's head before I looked up to see a smile on Michael's face.

"My pussy is yours," I said. "Fuck me as hard as you want."

He slid into my pussy and slipped his hands under my knees so I wouldn't have to hold my legs up. He began to thrust. He started slow, but picked up the pace fairly quickly. The position seemed to activate the muscles in his chest and they rippled a little with every thrust. It was fucking hot. Walt didn't have muscles like that. My boyfriend did, though, and it made my pussy a little bit wetter as it absolutely confirmed that Michael was the one that deserved to do as he pleased with my body.

Michael pulled out and I put a hand on the back of Walt's head. I saw my boyfriend smile as my husband sucked his dick. My pussy actually got wetter. It was really fucking hot watching Michael degrade Walt in that way.

"That's it, cuck. Suck that dick clean. Suck my pussy juices off of it. Suck like a good cuckold. Suck like the inferior man should suck."

The cock was back in my pussy a moment later. Michael fucked me harder. His body tensed with every thrust. It was incredibly sexy. Breathtaking, really, and my clit was throbbing by that point.

Michael fucked Walt's mouth a few times. He seemed to be getting off on it, in fact, which was a very good sign. He liked putting my husband in his place and I really, really liked seeing Walt being made to submit to a sexually superior man.

"Michael, baby, fuck me hard. I want to cum!"

Michael gave me what I needed. He fucked me hard and I came really, really fucking hard. Hard enough that my legs shook. Hard enough that I saw stars for a few moments. Hard enough that I felt my pussy gushing around his cock.

"I wanna cum on his face," Michael said.

"Do it."

I put a hand on Walt's head to keep him in place. Michael pulled out and began jerking off.

"I know you didn't expect this, Walt, but you need to take his load on your face. You need to do it without complaint. You're a cuck and a sub. You do as you're told. You do what makes your superiors feel good."

Walt didn't move. I couldn't see his face so I had no idea how miserable he was, but he didn't move. He took the load. He took it on his face. My pussy tingled.

"Walt, play with my clit," I instructed.

Walt did so and I had another orgasm right as Michael's very long climax finished. I think it's the quickest I've ever cum, which speaks to how turned on I was.

"If you want, Walt, you can get on your knees and suck Michael's cock clean while you masturbate. You have my permission to cum."

Walt sat up and turned towards me. I saw the cum on his face. Or half of his face, really, since the other half had been pressed against my stomach. He looked ridiculous, of course, but there was something hot about it.

He dropped to his knees and Michael sat on the bed. I crawled towards him and wrapped my arms around the man that had just fucked me. I kissed his neck and looked down at Walt, who already had Michael's dick in his mouth.

"Do you like cumming on my cuck's face?" I asked.

"More than I would have thought," Michael replied.

Walt was masturbating furiously as he sucked dick. He looked every bit like the sub he was. The sub I'd turned him into, really.

"Cum for me, Walt. Cum while you suck that superior cock. Cum hard, baby. Enjoy yourself. Enjoy being a cocksucker for me and Michael. Think about how often you're going to get to suck dick for me. Make sure you keep that dick in your mouth throughout your orgasm."

Walt came. He moaned around the cock in his mouth, but he kept it in there. He did as he was told. He offered his submission.

When he was finished, I was ready to cum again, so I got on my back and put Walt's mouth to use. A cuck's tongue is made to give pleasure, after all, and Walt's is better than most.

We played more that night, too, and Walt sucked dick plenty. It was a trial by fire, I suppose, and I was thoroughly impressed by his dedication.

It made me want more, though. It made me want to push him further. I wasn't sure what that would entail, but I knew something would come up. I knew the dominant part of me would demand something new of Walt and then I'd get to experience the intense pleasure of domination all over again.