Inside the Mind of a Dominant Hotwife - Part 12

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"I don't want to."

In a way, those words are music to my ears when Walt utters them. I'm not sure he knows it, but every time he tells me he doesn't want to do something it's like he's given me an erotic task, for when he finally offers his submission I feel myself tingling from head to toe in the most satisfying manner imaginable.

Walt uttered those words several times with regards to cleaning Michael's cum. That wasn't surprising, of course. Most men have no interest in eating cum. Most men aren't submissive cuckolds, though. Most men haven't been replaced - sexually speaking - by a superior man. Most men aren't married to women that find intense sexual pleasure in making them submit.

When I decided that Walt was going to become a cum cleaning cuckold, he'd actually already tasted Michael's seed a handful of times. It had come via a few kisses after I'd swallowed my boyfriend's load or when Walt had licked my clit with Michael's cum leaking out of me. He found no enjoyment in those experiences, but I found immense pleasure in subjecting him to something he wasn't terribly keen on.

That's what drove me to push him further. The truth was, I knew Walt would come around. He craves submission. It turns him on. He experiences both pain and pleasure when I make him do things he's not interested in. Do it enough, though, and eventually the pleasure wins out. Eventually he forgets all about the pain. He didn't love watching Michael fuck me the first time I made him do it, but that changed. Walt got used to it. He experienced enough pleasure while watching that it became a purer experience for him.

I took a slightly different approach to the cum cleanup. Given that it can be physically revolting to taste cum, I wanted to go nice and slow for Walt. I wanted to slowly coerce him, to guide him into the pleasure of licking another man's hot, thick, sticky loads off of me and out of me.

It began with breast worship. I denied Walt for a handful of days and then had him get naked and crawl into bed with me. I took his cock in my hand and stroked him while I talked to him about eating Michael's cum. Specifically, I talked to him about cleaning it from my tits. I talked about how good they'd look covered in another man's load and how much it would turn me on to watch Walt submit to my desire for him to become a cum eating cuckold.

He disagreed over and over - of course he did - but he was awash in pleasure as I stroked him. I had him worship my breasts while I talked to him, too. He kissed them. He licked them. He sucked on my nipples. I moaned because it felt good. I told him how good it felt to have him cleaning Michael's cum off of me - he wasn't doing that at the time, but I wanted him thinking about it - and eventually I gave him an orgasm while offering up the same kind of dirty talk.

We repeated that process a few times, and then I fucked Michael again. I fucked him in our bed, actually. I fucked him bareback. I made Walt wait outside the bedroom. He was sitting in the hallway and listening as another man fucked his wife, as another man made me cum.

Walt also listened as I asked Michael to cum on my tits. It might have even sounded like begging. I was putting on a little bit of a show, but I was also really fucking turned on as Michael stroked himself while straddling my chest. I wanted to watch his cock explode on my tits. I wanted to watch him paint them with his thick, creamy load.

He did just that. It looked beautiful, too. I sucked the head of his cock clean when he was finished and then asked him to bring me a towel from the bathroom. I wiped the cum off my tits, tossed the towel aside, and invited Walt into the bedroom.

He stared at my breasts as soon as he walked in. I saw a sense of relief on his face as he realized he wasn't going to have to lick up a huge mess.

Michael got in the shower as I invited Walt into our bed. I kissed him and took his cock in my hand. I stroked him. I again told him about how he was going to be a cum eating cuckold, how I was going to train him to clean up my boyfriend's loads. Again he disagreed and denied that he'd ever do that.

Then I told him to worship my breasts. He knew that Michael had cum on them. He knew there was a thin residue of my boyfriend's load on them. He knew he'd be licking up that residue. It was the next step.

"I don't want to," he said softly.

His dick was hard in my hand. He was dripping precum, too. It had been three days since I'd let him cum.

"I know you don't," I replied. "And I don't care. Do as you're told, Walt. Submit to me. Lick, kiss, and suck on my tits. Lick up what little remains of Michael's cum. Show me that you understand that I'm in control and that you're a submissive cuckold that does as he's told when his wife issues a command."

Walt groaned. He liked when I asserted my dominance. I liked watching an internal battle play out on his face. He wanted to chase the arousal of submission but avoid the humiliation of licking up even the remnants of Michael's cum.

"Lick them, Walt," I said softly. "Lick my tits. Clean them. Do as you're told and I'll give you an orgasm. I'll make you cum, baby. I'll make you cum with my mouth."

Think about the last time you were desperately aroused and eager to cum. It probably would have been easy to convince you to do something fairly harmless, even if you weren't interested in doing it. Given that, it shouldn't be surprising that the promise of a blowjob was enough to convince Walt to lick up the limited remnants of Michael's cum from my tits.

"That's it," I said as he ran his tongue through the thin layer of cum on my soft flesh. "Lick up his cum, Walt. Lick up his cum like a good cuckold, like a good subby. Taste it on your tongue. Taste his seed. Taste a superior man's load."

I stroked his cock the entire time. I made sure he was on the verge of a climax. I made sure he was as aroused as a man can be without cumming.

"Now tell me it tastes good," I said. "Tell me you like the taste of Michael's cum."

He shook his head.

"If you want your blowjob, you'll tell me."

The pained look on his face turned me on.

"Michael's cum tastes good," he said.

I moved between his legs and took him in my mouth almost immediately. I wanted his utterance of those words to be associated with pleasure. I took him in my mouth and I sucked hard. I stroked him. I played with his balls.

He came in less than thirty seconds. His body shook violently in our bed as he ejaculated into my mouth. I took it all - like a good wife should - and I swallowed. As soon as I'd done so, I crawled forward and kissed Walt. I forced my tongue into his mouth. I made him taste just a little of himself. He didn't really fight me on it, though. He was in that weakened, blissful state a man is in right after he'd had a massive orgasm.

After the kiss I crawled forward and dropped my pussy onto Walt's mouth. He used his tongue, but for the most part I rode his face, using him like a sex toy to grind my clit against. I had an orgasm, left his face soaked in my wetness, and then instructed him to leave our bedroom so that I could fuck my boyfriend again before sending him home.

I let Walt clean the remnants of Michael's cum off of me a few more times. Once off my ass and once off my stomach. When he cleaned it off my ass I let him slip his dick inside me from behind for a handful of thrusts. I'm pretty sure he would have eaten an actual load for that privilege. He didn't get to cum, though, as I cut him off long before he reached his climax. Then I made him thank me for the privilege of licking cum off my ass and fucking me for even a handful of thrusts. He offered his thanks without hesitation.

The first time Walt tasted more than the remnants of Michael's cum was quite fun for me. Humiliating for Walt, of course.

We were in a hotel. It was the morning. Michael and I had spent the night. He'd fucked me that morning. I'd made him use a condom, though. After the sex Michael got dressed and left for work. Walt showed up soon after and I made him get naked and get on his knees.

I let him worship my feet. I let him massage me. I let him lick my pussy a little. I let him do all the submissive things that turn him on without reservation. I teased his cock throughout, too, making sure he was dripping precum and feeling damn near mad with desire.

Then I put on a pair of stockings, sat on the edge of the bed, held my legs together, and told Walt to slide his stiff cock between my calves and begin thrusting. I looked down at my husband as he fucked my nylon-clad legs and I slipped two fingers into his mouth. I pushed them in and out while holding his gaze. I got wet at his willingness to do absolutely everything I'd instructed that morning.

Then I opened the nightstand drawer and pulled out the used condom. Walt's eyes went wide when he saw it and he stopped thrusting.

"Keep fucking my legs," I demanded.

He did as instructed as I dipped two fingers into the condom. They emerged covered in Michael's cum.

"We've established that you like the taste of Michael's cum," I said, referencing the numerous times I'd made Walt say it before I let him have an orgasm. "We've established that as a good submissive your job is to do as you're told. We've established that you want nothing more than to be a good submissive for your wife."

Walt nodded and I could feel how hard his cock was as it slid between my calves.

"I want you to take my fingers into your mouth, Walt. I want you to suck Michael's cum off of them. I want you to do as a good submissive would. I want you to do as I desire."

I held my fingers in front of him. He fucked my legs. I could feel his precum on my nylons. I could feel his desire to cum, though of course he had no desire to taste Michael's load.

"Do it, Walt," I demanded. "Do it or you don't get to cum. Do it or you don't get to cum for weeks."

He couldn't handle that level of denial. Few men can. He leaned forward and opened his mouth. He took my fingers between his lips. He closed his eyes, no doubt as the taste of Michael's cum hit his tongue.

"That's it," I said as I felt my pussy tingle with pleasure. "Suck his cum off my fingers, Walt. Fuck...suck my boyfriend's cum off my fingers."

Walt did as he was told and I spread my legs, denying him the pleasure I'd offered.

He looked up with distress in his eyes as my fingers remained in his mouth.

"Aww, poor baby. I took my pretty legs away and now you don't have anything to fuck. That must be so sad for you."

I pulled my fingers from his mouth and dipped them in the condom again. This time, though, I rubbed them over my nipples, coating both in a thin layer of Michael's cum.

"Suck them clean."

I pulled my legs together and Walt slid his cock between them. He fucked my nylon-clad calves once more and leaned forward. He took my nipple in his mouth. He sucked on it. He swirled his tongue around it. He sucked it clean. He moaned as he did so, too, which was a very good sign.

"Clean the other one."

He moved to my other nipple. He took more of Michael's cum in his mouth. It was beautiful to watch.

Again I parted my legs. This time Walt quite literally whimpered, no doubt from the frustration of yet more denial. He was like a puppy craving its dinner and I was the owner putting the food down and taking it away over and over. I relished that sense of control. It had me utterly soaked.

I leaned back and poured a little bit of Michael's cum onto my stomach. My legs remained spread.

"Lick it up," I demanded in a harsher tone than I'd intended.

Walt looked up at me and hesitated. I saw a touch of fear in his eyes. Just a touch, of course, but the harsh tone seemed to unmoor him a little. It probably made it clear that we weren't playing a game, that this is something I craved, something I needed.

"Submit to me," I said.

Walt's eyes lit up. A little reminder of his place - as a submissive - can be helpful, as it turns out. He put his mouth to work. He licked Michael's cum off my stomach. He did so rather voraciously.

I decided to offer him a treat. I poured some of the cum onto my tits. Quite a bit more than had been on my stomach.

"Put your cock inside me. You can fuck me as long as you're licking up his load. The moment you stop you must pull out. If you hesitate for even a moment to clean my tits, you must pull out."

Walt stood and I backed into the bed. He crawled on top of me and slipped his cock inside me. He held it there for a few seconds while staring at my tits, which were glazed with another man's cum.

"Clean up his load, Walt. Clean up Michael's load. Clean my boyfriend's cum off my tits and accept your place as my cum eating cuckold. Accept that you'll be cleaning damn near every one of Michael's loads. Accept that it's your place to eat the semen of the man that fucks me far better than you do."

Walt began to fuck me. It felt good, but the thing that turned me on was the way he devoured the cum on my tits. He licked it up. He sucked up what his tongue couldn't find. He didn't stop, either. Not once. He just kept on cleaning.

It was hot enough that I had an orgasm, much to my surprise. That's the power of kinky pleasure, though. Even when your submissive is husband is fucking you in a below average manner, the intense arousal can be enough to make your clit explode with pleasure.

I pushed Walt out of my pussy after I came. I made him back out of the bed. I inched forward until I was sitting on the edge of the bed and then I slipped the used condom onto his cock.

I wrapped my hands around Walt's dick. I felt the squishiness of what remained of Michael's load now encasing my husband's shaft. "Fuck my hands, cuck," I said.

Walt began to thrust. I made sure to keep a tight grip to enhance his pleasure. I looked up at him and smiled as he fucked my hands instead of my pussy.

"This is what a cuckold deserves," I said. "This is what happens when your wife finds a boyfriend that's sexually superior to you. You get a little bit of time in my pussy and then you get my hand and you get it while you're wearing my boyfriend's used condom."

Walt made the face that happens just before he cums. I looked down and I saw his load spurt into the tip of the condom.

I let him enjoy his orgasm. I played with his balls. I teased the head of his cock a little.

When he was finished, Walt tried to pull away but I kept my grip on his cock. I sealed my hand around the head and began to stroke him with a tight grip. He trembled. He groaned. His face was one of pain.

Men's cocks are so sensitive after they cum. It's not terribly pleasant to get a handjob in that state. That's what Walt got, though. A post orgasm handjob. He didn't like it. I did, though. It was a bit cruel, but I fucking loved it.

When I was done I demanded he get on his knees and eat me out. He did. He submitted. He made me cum in less than a minute.

I took the condom off his cock. I told him that soon enough he'd be eating all of his own loads, too, that I'd have transformed him into a cum slut before long. He looked pained at the idea, but that was the thrill of it.

Walt didn't want to be a cum slut, which is precisely why it turned me on so much to turn him into one.

Now he's an eager cum slut. It turns him on to eat loads, to think about eating loads. It turns him on because he's a well-trained submissive.

It took a while to get there, though, and it was great fun for me. As it turns out, there’s nothing that turns me on quite like domination.