Consulting the Cuckold Humiliation Handbook - Part 14

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"Does my body arouse you, Alan?" Peyton asked as she stood naked at the foot of the bed.

"It does," he answered. "It always has. And, I'm pretty sure your body looks better now than it ever has."

Peyton smiled and ran her fingers up her stomach and chest before taking both of her perky breasts in her hands. She bit her lower lip and unleashed a soft, seductive moan before closing her eyes and gently rolling her neck back until she was staring up at the ceiling. "My body turns Scott on," she said softly. "Do you like that, Alan? Do you like that the man that fucks me so much more often than you do is turned on by your wife's body?"

"Yes, I do," Alan answered.

Peyton released her breasts and smiled as she saw that her husband's cock had come to life. She crawled into the bed and kissed his thighs softly, offering gentle pleasure as he continued to stiffen, seemingly from her mouth's mere presence near his cock.

"Scott's coming over to enjoy my body," she said softly. "He's going to fuck your wife while you watch. He's going to cuckold you."

Alan moaned and Peyton looked up to see that he'd taken two handfuls of the sheets. She smiled as she assumed he'd done so to quell his urge to masturbate while she kissed all around his cock without taking it in her mouth.

"Would you like me to suck your cock, Alan?" she asked.

He nodded and hope crossed his face.

Peyton kissed the area just above his cock and then pressed her lips on his shaft, offering kisses all the way down to the tip as he grew to a nearly erect state. She kissed her way around the head and then took him in her mouth, offering her cuckold husband the first contact with her mouth that he'd enjoyed in a long time.

"Oh, fuck," he said.

Peyton moaned around his cock and swallowed half the shaft while her tongue danced back and forth over the head. She pulled back and sucked hard and Alan moaned loudly, but of course he did. Peyton had gotten even better at giving blowjobs since she'd taken up with Scott and now her husband was enjoying the benefits of her newfound talent.

"Peyton, that feels incredible," Alan said.

She deepened his delight by swallowing the entirety of his cock - it wasn't particularly difficult given his unimpressive size - and burying her nose in his pubic hair. She held it there for as long as she could stand and then pulled off entirely and wrapped her fingers around his slick, spit-soaked shaft.

"You know, it's actually easy to swallow your cock," she noted. "You're so much smaller than Scott."

Alan's hips lifted off the bed as if he was trying to fuck her hand.

"Does that turn you on, Alan? Do you like that your dick is smaller and less impressive than Scott's? Do you like that my lover is blessed with a long, thick cock that fills and stretches your wife in ways you've literally never been able to do?" Peyton asked. "Do you like that his big dick puts yours to shame?"

"Yes," Alan admitted.

"I've turned you into such a good cuckold, haven't I?" she asked.

Alan nodded.

"Tell me, my sweet cuckold, if I jerked you off and let you cum on my tits, would you lick up your load?" Peyton asked while stroking him a little faster.

Alan looked at her breasts, but he didn't answer.

"If I let you coat my perky, perfect tits with your creamy, sticky, salty seed would you be a good cuckold and clean up your mess?" she asked. "Would you beg for the chance to do so? Would you make me happy by getting on your knees and begging for opportunity to clean my beautiful breasts like a good little cuckold?"

Alan nodded as his cock throbbed in her hand. Peyton squeezed the tip and ran her thumb over the underside, teasing her husband in a manner that made his body tremble, which she took as a sign that she was doing a very good job of getting him to a place of intense desire before Scott arrived.

Peyton released Alan's dick and crawled forward. She kisses her way up his body, slipped her tongue into his mouth for a short spell, and then continued forward until her breasts rested over his face. She leaned slightly right and lowered her nipple until it was between his lips. Alan sucked without having to be told to do so, just as Peyton hoped he would.

"Just imagine that nipple you're sucking being coated with cum," she said softly. "Just imagine the taste of salty, sticky, delicious cum on your tongue. That's what a cuckold does for his wife if she craves it. He doesn't argue. He doesn't say that it's gross to lick up cum. He just does it because he's a good cuckold."

Alan sucked harder and flicked his tongue back and forth over her nipple. Peyton felt her pussy gathering wetness, though it wasn't necessarily because of her husband's tongue. It was because she planned on feeding him Scott's cum that day, and she couldn't help but get turned on at the idea.

Peyton offered her other breast to her husband and he took the nipple in his mouth. He licked and sucked and she moaned because it felt good, and because she imagined him doing the same thing, only with Scott's cum coating the soft, perfect flesh of her tits.

As those thoughts filled her head, Peyton dropped her slick pussy back onto her husband's stiff cock. She took him inside her, teasing him with her wetness. She rode him at an achingly slow pace - no man would have been able to cum at that pace - and Alan moaned around her breast.

"I can barely feel you," she said. "My pussy is so used to Scott's cock by now that it's like you're not even inside me, Alan. It's like my pussy has completely forgotten your little dick. He's just so much bigger and better than you. He gives me everything you can't and so much more."

Alan moaned and Peyton took every inch of his little dick inside her, sat up, and dug her fingernails into his chest. She watched her husband wince while slowly moving her hips back and forth, grinding her clit into his pelvis and milking his cock with her pussy.

"You want to cum inside me, don't you?" she asked.

"More than anything," Alan answered.

Peyton smiled and dug her fingernails a little deeper into his chest. "It's too bad that your dick is so useless. If I could feel you, I might have fucked you until you spilled your load in my pussy, Alan. But I can't feel you. I can't feel a damn thing. It's like I'm riding air. All I can think about is Scott, about my lover's cock being in my pussy instead of my cuckold husband's worthless little dick."

Alan was getting closer. Peyton could see it in his face. The humiliation was turning him on, which was exactly what she wanted it to do. She wasn't going to let him cum, though. That wouldn't happen until later, until after she'd made him clean Scott's cum off of her body.

Right as it seemed that Alan was going to pass the point of no return, Peyton lifted her pussy off his cock, slid back, and gripped his shaft by the base. She squeezed hard enough for it to hurt and did the same with his balls. She watched the arousal fade from his face and released her grasp.

"It's fun to toy with you," she said. "But you're not cumming until Scott's had his way with me. You're going to watch him satisfy me. You're going to witness your cuckolding, and then you're going to eat his load like a good cuckold."

Alan's eyes went wide and he sat up straight. "What?" he asked. "Eat his load?"

Peyton pushed her husband back onto the bed and sat on his chest. She grabbed a handful of his hair, smiled, and said, "Yes, Alan. You're going to eat Scott's cum off of me tonight. You're going to do it because you're a cuckold, and because I want you to. And, while this might be hard to believe, you're going to enjoy it. It probably won't taste good, but you will enjoy it. I'll make sure of that. In fact, I think you're going to love being the kind of cuckold that eats the cum of a superior man. And, if you don't it, I won't let you cum until you do."

"Peyton, please," Alan said.

Peyton could tell his heart wasn't in his resistance. He was doing it because he thought he was supposed to, because it was weird for a man to want to eat another man's cum. Alan wanted it, though. She saw the arousal in his eyes. She reached back and confirmed that his cock was still hard. He wanted it because she'd turned him into a cuckold, and a cuckold was always in the mood for a little bit of humiliation, especially when it involved consuming the result of his wife's thrilling sex with another man.

"Don't worry," she said softly. "You'll love it, Alan. You will. The moment you see Scott cum you'll feel the desire. You'll feel this need to clean his cum. I think I'll have him cum on my tits tonight, these perfect tits that you love so much. He'll cover them in his thick, salty seed and then you'll get the chance to lick them clean, to worship my breasts while consuming another man's cum. And your dick will be hard as a rock as you do it."

The doorbell rang and Peyton smiled. "That's Scott. I want you on your knees on the bedroom floor by the time I return with him."

She hopped off her husband's chest and left the bedroom. Alan was off the bed and on his knees by the time she stepped through the doorway, for he was a good cuckold. He might have felt some resistance to the idea of eating Scott's cum for the first time, but eventually Alan would be a seasoned, eager consumer of her lover's cum. He'd begin to fantasize about it. He'd dream of that moment when her lover's big cock swelled up right before his orgasm and then unleashed a thick load on her, or inside her, which would be happening before long.

"Scott," Peyton said with a smile as she answered the door without a stitch of clothing on her body. "Come in."

He stared, smiled, and then stepped into the house and took Peyton in his arms. They kissed with a wild kind of passion, as lovers tend to do when they see each other again after a more than a few days apart. Peyton welcome Scott's tongue into her mouth as he grabbed her ass, picked her up, and carried her towards the bedroom with her legs wrapped tightly around him. His strength was impressive - and arousing - and Peyton loved it when he walked into the room and tossed her onto the bed before hastily stripping.

As Scott's gorgeous body came into view Peyton reached between her legs and played with her pussy. Scott watched with a smile on his face while lowering his pants and exposing his cock, which was nearly rock hard and clearly eager to play.

Peyton would have been happy to have him crawl into the bed and fuck her, but she wanted to play a little. She wanted to make her lover feel good, so she slid onto her knees as he kicked his pants aside and took him into her mouth. Scott's moans filled their bedroom and Peyton looked up and stared into the eyes of the man she was happily fellating from her knees.

Filled with lust, Peyton reached towards her husband and beckoned him closer. Alan crawled until he was next to her and Peyton glanced his way and saw his eyes fixed on the sight of her lips wrapped around her lover's thick cock.

"You understand why I love his cock, don't you Alan?" Peyton asked as she stroked her lover's thick, wet shaft.

Alan nodded while focusing on the sight of her hand moving up and down the spit-soaked dick. Peyton leaned towards her husband and kissed him. She slipped her tongue into his mouth and shared the taste of Scott's cock with him, eliciting a moan and hopefully making him just a little bit more comfortable for the moment when Peyton demanded that he suck dick for her.

When Peyton turned back to Scott she was struck by what seemed like a good idea. She sucked his cock for a handful of seconds and then took him between her breasts for a lovely titjob. Then she rubbed the head of his big dick all over her breasts before turning to Alan with a smile and saying, "Suck on my tits, Alan. Suck the taste of his cock off of them."

Alan stared at her breasts and seemed to hesitate, but only for a few moments. Eventually he leaned forward and kissed and licked her beautiful, perfect breasts with great vigor while Peyton stroked Scott's cock.

"That's a good cuckold," Peyton said. "Clean the taste of his cock off my tits, baby. Clean them like a good cuckold."

Alan moaned, just like Peyton wanted him to. He even reached for his cock before pulling his hand away, just like a good cuckold should. After all, Peyton was in charge of his pleasure.

"Should Scott fuck me now?" Peyton asked. "Should he fuck me while you watch from your knees, Alan?"

He looked up, offered a smile filled with passion, and said,"Yes." He looked up at Scott and added, "Please, fuck my wife."

Scott lifted Peyton to her feet, picked her up and set her in the bed, and then tore open a condom wrapper and rolled it down his cock. He crawled between her legs and she spread them wide to give Alan a perfect view from the floor. She wanted her husband to see as another man's cock filled her pussy and stretched her out in the most beautiful way imaginable.

"Fuck me," Peyton said. She felt like she was gushing with desire and the moment Scott's cock pushed into her pussy Peyton unleashed a wild moan. It felt spectacularly good and she pulled him close for a deep kiss as he filled her slowly, letting her pussy get used to his size before picking up the pace and delivering the kind of deep thrusting pleasure that she needed.

"How does it look, cuckold?" Peyton asked.

"It's beautiful," Alan replied.

"Fuck me harder," she said to her lover. "Pound his wife's pussy. Show him what it looks like when I get fucked the way I need, the way I crave, the way he's always failed to fuck me."

Scott delivered exactly what Peyton needed, and the more he fucked her the more she lost herself in the pleasure of it. His cock was long, thick, and hard as a rock. It was bigger than Alan's, it went deeper inside her, and Scott's incredible body made it so much hotter to have him on top of her.

"I'm close," Peyton said. "Watch me cum all over his cock, Alan. Watch my pussy spasm around his big dick." She came hard just a few seconds later. She felt her pussy spasm around Scott's cock, which continued to hammer her in a perfect rhythm. Over and over he filled her, reaching places inside her that Alan had never gone.

Peyton didn't need time to recover. She urged Scott to keep fucking her, for she wanted him to cum all over her tits. She wanted him to coat her milky white, soft flesh in a hot load of his spunk so her cuckold husband could lick it all up. She couldn't contain her excitement at making Alan embrace yet another element of cuckold humiliation.

"I want you to cum on my tits," Peyton said as Scott neared his orgasm. "I want you to make a mess of them, so I can make my cuckold clean it up."

Scott smiled. "I like the sound of that." He fucked her harder and Peyton groaned at how good it felt even after she'd cum.

"It's what he deserves," she said. "He's a fucking cuckold. He can't satisfy his wife, so he should have to lick up the cum of the man that can. He should have to lick up every drop of your load, Scott. He should have to clean it off his wife's perfect tits after you've soaked them with your seed."

Scott pulled out, tore the condom off, and straddled Peyton's chest. He stroked his cock and aimed the tip at her breasts as she took his balls in her hand and gently massaged them to elicit an even more potent orgasm. Scott groaned and the head of his cock swelled up for a moment before a thick rope of cum launched from the tip and landed across her breast. A dozen more shots followed and Scott moved his cock around to ensure that he painted both of her breasts with his seed, making a wondrous mess in the process.

"Thank you," Peyton said with a smile when he was finished.

"It was my pleasure, believe me," Scott replied.

He crawled off of her and Peyton sat up on her elbows and looked at Alan, whose gaze was focused on her breasts. "Come here, cuckold," she said softly.

Alan stood and crawled into the bed. He stared at the streaks of hot cum that marked her breasts and Peyton ran a finger through one of them, coating the tip in her lover's seed. Alan looked a little scared, but Peyton sucked her finger clean, smiled, and then reached up and pulled Alan's lips to hers. He offered no resistance to her kiss, nor when she parted her lips and pushed her tongue into his mouth, sharing the taste of just a little bit of her bull's cum in the process.

"Don't my breasts look beautiful covered in his cum?" Peyton asked softly.

Alan looked down at her cum-covered flesh, studied it for a few moments, and then nodded.

"And don't you want to clean them like a good cuckold? Don't you want to suck all of that sweet, salty, delicious cum off my tits, Alan?" she asked. "Don't you want to do what you were meant to do? Don't you want to show me that you know that it's your place to clean my lover's cum after he's satisfied me?"

"Yes," Alan admitted.

"Tell me that you know your place, Alan," Peyton said.

He looked at her breasts again and licked his lips. "I...I know my place," he said.

Peyton ran her fingers through his hair, applied gentle pressure to the back of his head, and said, "Clean his mess off my breasts, cuckold. Clean it all."

Alan's lips descended on her soft, cum-covered flesh and Peyton moaned as he did exactly what she desired. She reached between her legs to rub her clit and moaned again, this time as her back arched just a little. It was so much hotter than she'd thought it would be to have Alan devouring Scott's cum, to have him embracing the humiliation that was inherent to his place in their marriage.

"Mmm, that's so good, baby," she said with lust in her voice. "Clean his cum like a good cuckold. Lick it off my tits. Lick it all up."

Alan moaned and ravenously cleaned her breasts. She felt his stiff cock press against her thigh and the precum drip onto her skin. He took her nipple in his mouth and sucked hard before flicking his tongue back and forth over it. He worked to show her that he knew his place, that he embraced it, that he wanted to be the good cuckold she needed him to be.

By the time he was finished, Peyton's pussy felt like it was on fire with lust. Alan looked up, licked his lips clean, and Peyton pushed on the top of his head and said, "Eat my pussy. Make me cum. Right now."

He dutifully moved between her legs and licked her pussy. As he did, Peyton thought of him eating Scott's cum. She thought of how eagerly he'd done it, how he demonstrated that her efforts to turn him into a perfect cuckold were working. Peyton held his head in both hands and came on her husband's face, pulling him close and smothering him with her slick juices as her body vibrated with the intense pleasure of a great climax.

"Would you like to cum, Alan?" Peyton asked after she'd recovered from the joy of her climax.

"Yes, please," he answered.

"Crawl forward," she instructed.

Alan crawled forward until he was straddling Peyton's chest. She took his cock in one hand and his balls in the other and stroked him slowly while a look of pleasure crossed his face. "I'll let you cum on my tits, but you'll have to clean up your mess too."

The look on his face made it seem like he wasn't so keen on that idea, but he didn't say anything.

"A cuckold should have to clean his own messes, too," Peyton said. "It's a great way to help him remember his place, as a cuckold sometimes forgets what he is after he's had an orgasm. So, will you clean up your mess, Alan? If I jerk you off onto my tits, will you clean up your sticky mess? Will you eat all your cum?"

Peyton stroked him a little faster, bringing her husband closer to his climax. It seemed like he was trying to resist saying yes to her, but that little bit of extra pleasure pushed him over the top and into a place where he couldn't deny his desire to get off.

"You're such a good cuckold," she said before speeding up her strokes and pushing her husband right to the brink of a climax. His face contorted in a moment of pure bliss and then he erupted, spraying her breasts with their second coating of semen of that day.

There was no question in her mind that Alan found true joy in his orgasm, but it was the moment when he cleaned his cum off her breasts that Peyton was looking forward to. There was something about that level of control, about being able to convince her husband to do that, that really thrilled her.

"Clean me," she said. "Clean up your mess like a good cuckold."

Alan didn't hesitate this time. Peyton suspected that he knew she controlled his orgasms and that she'd likely be less generous if he wasn't willing to do as he'd promised. He descended on her breasts once again. He cleaned them, though not as ravenously this time. That didn't bother Peyton, though. It was his willingness to embrace the humiliation of eating cum from her breasts that she wanted to see, and there was true joy in that.

It wouldn't be long before Alan was between her legs and cleaning Scott's cum out of her pussy, which was a treat Peyton couldn't wait to experience.