Bonus Pilot Chapter! Hook, Line, and Sinker

Good Morning Everyone!

Work continues on the next update of The Bet. I'm still hitting my writing goals of 2k a day, and I'm hoping to be finished with it soon.

In the meantime, I have a little bonus treat for you. Sometimes, inspiration strikes when I'm feeling particularly "in the zone", and that happened to me this past week. A scene idea basically shot fully formed into my head.

I thought it would work just perfectly as part of one of the story pitches I presented to you for my next project, so I decided to make it a bonus. I beleive Hook, Line and Sinker was the fourth most popular rather than the top three, but there's nothing wrong with a little extra choice, and this way those who enjoy cuckolding above all will have an option to root for in the final vote.

So, in other words, enjoy this short piece I wrote for fun!

P.S.: I've heard the call that a sizeable portion of my audience would like to see an alternate ending for Cumbunny. I've added it to my schedule, and I expect it to come out once The Bet is finished up!

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The smell of sex hit Doug like a slap in the face as he entered the room, wiring straight into the deepest, most primal part of his brain and sending a helpless pulse of hot, wet lust twisting through his guts. 

It was hot. The combined steamy heat of three bodies made the windows fog up and drip with condensation. Doug took a cautious step forward, his heart pounding in his chest. There was no way… it had to be a misunderstanding. But when he heard a sharp impact of a hand on sweaty flesh, he knew that it had to be true. The whimpering moan that came afterward was Natalie’s voice. There was no mistaking it. 

“Come on, you fat-assed little piggy. You said you wanted to be slim and pretty like me, right? Well, no pain, no fucking gain. Let’s see those squats.” It was Carli’s honeyed, poisonous purr. A voice that sent another powerful punch of lust directly into Doug’s guts. 

“Yes, coach. Sorry, coach,” mewled Natalie in a voice melting with pleasure. Based on what Carli had said, Doug could almost fool himself into believing that they were just exercising like Natalie had told him. But the sexual need dripping from his fiance’s voice was unmistakable, and Doug knew what he would see when he turned the corner. 

Even though he thought he had prepared himself mentally, it was still a punch in the gut when he saw things with his own eyes. Natalie crouched precariously over Brock as he lay back on the floor, his cock jutting upward with the tip just barely inserted into her juicy pussy. Her whole body glistened with sweat, and her thick thighs trembled with a potent combination of sexual desire and the effort needed to hold herself up. She was wearing the same tight leggings that Doug had seen her leave the house in, but they had been savagely torn open at the crotch to expose her flushed pussy, dripping with sweat and liquid desire. 

Carli loomed above her with a gleeful sneer on her face. Unlike Natalie’s sweaty, disheveled appearance, her silky blonde hair didn’t have a strand out of place. She had changed out of the casual gym clothes Doug had seen earlier into a skin-tight pink leotard that obviously had nothing underneath. 

Natalie was still wearing the modest sports bra that she had left the house in, but as Doug watched with wide eyes from around the corner, Carli reached down and snagged the bottom hem with a finger, dragging it upward and spilling Natalie’s breasts into the open.  She aimed a slap at Natalie’s swinging tits of Doug’s and hissed viciously, “Well, what are you waiting for, my little dairy cow? I want to see those udders bounce!”

Natalie tried to reach down to brace herself on Brock’s muscular chest, but Carli aimed another sharp slap at her tits, saying sharply, “Ah! What did I fucking tell you? No hands! Pump those slutty hips!”

“But it’s haaard!” whined Natalie, her breathing so deep and ragged that her stiff nipples bounced up and down with every breath. “I need to cum so fucking bad, but my legs can’t move fast enough!”

“Then I guess you had better try harder, fat ass,” said Carli smugly, reaching down to mash the thin, stretchy material of her leotard into her pussy, “Let’s fucking get to work!” 

With a whimpering groan, Natalie locked her hands behind her head and began to squat, thighs trembling from the strain. A drop of shining lubrication dripped down the thick shaft of Brock’s dick as she slowly impaled herself, her lips gripping hungrily around the cock she was lowering herself onto. Finally, she took him all the way to the base. Brock hissed in pleasure, whispering a quiet “fuck!” under his breath but otherwise staying quiet. It was obvious that Cali was running this particular show, and he was doing his best to act as the exercise equipment his girlfriend was treating him like. 

Natalie paused there a second, panting heavily, and Carli leaned down to give her a motivational swat on her ass. “Fucking move, you little sow!” snarled the bitchy blonde, and with a moan, Natalie complied, beginning to slowly bounce up and down Brock’s thick cock. 

 Doug couldn’t help it. He had been too well-conditioned at this point. His hands shook as he tugged down his athletic shorts and pulled his cock out, but by the time he started stroking, there was no hesitation in his movements at all. The sights in front of his hungry eyes were simply too erotic to resist. His fiancée was all sinful curves and glistening sweat. Carli’s taunts were obviously unfair. Natalie might have a little feminine softness around her belly and was carrying a couple of extra pounds in her tits and ass, but she was far from obese. Every luscious inch of her writhed and shook as she bounced up and down Brock’s thick shaft, a treat for the male gaze. 

Unfortunately, Doug must have made a little groan of pleasure as his hand swiftly pumped up and down his cock, because Carli glanced over sharply. An expression of wicked delight crawled across her face as she noticed her audience, and she immediately raised a hand to beckon him imperiously forward. 

“Well, look at this,” said Carli with a lopsided grin, “A pervy loser who doesn’t trust his girl enough for a simple workout sesh without him.”

Doug blushed and pulled his shorts up again, emerging from behind the corner. He felt defensive and shamed for a moment before furiously shaking the feeling off. Carli was trying to twist things around to manipulate him like she always did, but he was completely in the right here. 

“You two told me that you were going to the gym,” he said sullenly, not sure exactly how angry he should be about this, but beginning to fall on the side of “furious”. 

“Oh, we did, hun,” said Carli dismissively with an airy wave of her hand. “But this chubby little piggy was having a bit of a motivation problem. So I suggested we come back here and give her a better incentive.” 

Clearly, the incentive had worked. Natalie was pouring sweat, and her face was flushed, not just with embarrassment from being caught, but with strain and effort. Her chest was still heaving with deep breaths, jiggling her tits with each shuddering inhale. Doug had no doubt that she had just been through some intense exercise… the issue was the circumstances. 

“You guys said you weren’t going to have sex without me there anymore,” said Doug stubbornly. “We all agreed to it.”

“I…. haaah… I’m sorry, babe,” said Natalie with a guilty expression. “I just really wanted to get started with working out, and Carli didn’t tell me what she had in mind until we were already here… and Brock told me we’ve all fucked so many times by this point that it wasn’t a big deal…”

It sounded like she really hadn’t thought it was wrong… but Doug also noticed that she made no move to dismount. Brock’s thick cock was still lodged deep in her pussy as she rested for a moment, sitting her full weight on his hips, and her hands were still locked behind her head, displaying her tits. 

Brock looked back at Doug upside down, his usual cocky grin splitting his handsome face. “Look, babe,” he said to Carli, “Looks like little D wanted to join his girl for a workout.”

Doug felt a little embarrassed by the old basketball shorts and tank top he had on, but Brock was absolutely correct. There was no hiding it. He had gone to the gym to find Carli and Natalie after changing his mind about exercising, and the fact that they weren’t there had led him to Carli and Brock’s apartment. 

“Ooooh, is that true, Dougie?” giggled Carli, prancing over in her skin-tight leotard, her blonde hair flying and her blue eyes sparkling. She laid a hand flirtatiously on his chest. “Do you want to get… physical?”

Doug felt his cock throb with almost painful lust, but tried his best to stay firm this time. He had let too much slide between the four of them already. “I… It’s not about that, Carli! It’s… it’s the principle of the thing!”

Carli rolled her eyes and sighed dramatically. “God, sometimes you’re the worst, Dougie,” she pouted. “I may have bent the rules a little, but it all worked out in the end, didn’t it? You’re here now! So we aren’t doing anything behind your back.”

Carli saw that he was wavering and effortlessly delivered the coup de grace. “Look, as my apology,” she said with a sultry smile, reaching down and rubbing the crotch of her leotard, where her pussy lips pushed visibly against the cloth, “I promise to give you a little treat if you do well in your exercise today. Sound fair?”

Doug roiled with uncertainty and a feeling of betrayal… but his lust was stronger. His eyes locked onto the sweet junction of Carli’s tanned thighs, and he gulped. If she was saying what he thought she was saying, he could let a little overstepping slide. He nodded reluctantly. “F-fine. I really did want to exercise with Natalie anyway.”

Carli giggled and clapped, her little jumps making her body bounce fascinatingly beneath her tight leotard. “Awww, I knew you couldn’t resist,” she said with a smirk and a dirty wink “You really do love it when I’m in charge, don’t you, Dougie? Well don’t worry… coaching two naughty piggies at once will be no problem for me. I know just the right exercise to motivate you.”

She turned back to Natalie, her blue eyes flashing dangerously as she said, “Who said you could stop? Move that fat ass, Bessie!” Natalie moaned and obeyed, beginning her bouncing again, her tits jiggling and her breath coming in hot, ragged gasps.

“And as for you,” she said, turning back to Doug, her bubbly, cheerful mood gone, “if I’m going to be your personal trainer, you’re going to do as I say, when I say it. Got it?” 

Doug felt the last of his anger and betrayal fading away, smothered by the familiar feeling of submissive lust. Carli’s control really did feel good… even if it also seemed more and more dangerous by the day. “Yes, mistress,” he said, his words forming the words by reflex.

“Coach. I’m Coach today,” said Natalie with a giggle. “Now, Coach says clothes off. No reason to get those… impressive exercise clothes all dirty with sweat.”

Doug felt a little embarrassed by the command… but after all, Brock was naked, and Natalie and Carli might as well have been. She wasn’t asking anything from him that was worse than what the others were already doing. Feeling the sting of Carli’s mocking eyes on him, he stripped off his tanktop, shorts, and boxers, standing naked and awkward in front of the gorgeous, smirking blonde. 

“Check it out Brock,” she said with a mean snicker, pointing down toward Doug’s straining, dripping erection. “He makes a whole issue about how we’re breaking the rules, but look who came out to play?”

Brock glanced over and barked a laugh, lying back and enjoying Natalie’s grunting squats with his hands behind his head. “Looks like Little D is a big fan of exercise!”

“I think he just likes seeing his fiance get hot and sweaty with a big thick cock no matter what the context is,” purred Carli. 

Doug opened his mouth to respond, but Carli cut him off, pointing to the carpet in front of the couch. “On the ground, Dougie. Just like Brock. I’m going to have you doing some… parallel training with your fiance.”

Doug had a bad feeling about this… but he had no choice but to obey. He laid back beneath the couch, his cock jutting up, humiliatingly small compared to the monster currently lodged in his panting, sweating fiance just feet away. Doug couldn’t resist looking over at Natalie once again, his cock twitching with jealous impotent lust as he saw the way her face was screwed up with pleasure… heard the sweet little moans puffing from her mouth. Her body was liquid sex, shiny with sweat as her hips writhed and pumped, slapping her ass down onto Brock’s muscular thighs again and again. Even in the jungle heat of the room, her nipples were crinkled and stiff, bouncing up and down on her big tits with every movement of her hips.  

Carli snapped her fingers impatiently, calling Doug’s attention back to her when she now sat on the couch. “Sorry, Dougie, but I need you to focus right now if we are going to burn off some of that…” she sneered as her beautiful eyes roamed his exposed body. “...puppy fat.”

Doug winced and repressed the urge to cover his body. He might not exactly be a hardbody like Brock, but calling him fat was an exaggeration. He was a little doughy… and at times he had felt like his fiance was much hotter than him, but he wasn’t that bad, surely. 

“So I have your fiance working on squats,” said Carli thoughtfully, reaching down to begin unlacing her spotless pink and white running shoes. “And kegels too, although that’s probably harder to tell at a glance. But for you… I think we need to work on thrusting power. After all, how else is your poor fiance going to feel a thing after getting used to Brock’s monster cock?” She slipped off the shoe, then the little ankle sock she was wearing, wiggling her toes with a sigh of satisfaction. 

Doug was ashamed to say that he felt a certain… reaction to the sight of Carli’s slim feminine foot… almost as strong as the pulse of lust the sight of her in her thin leotard had caused. It wasn’t his fault… he hadn’t been attracted to feet the slightest bit before Carli had started teasing him with hers during their swinging, but after a certain point, the Pavlovian response grew too strong to resist. Every time Carli’s feet came out, Doug ended up cumming, and that simple fact made even the sight of them send his heart racing. 

But he couldn’t just let Carrli’s mean comment slide that easily… even if he had agreed to participate in this sexual “workout”. “That’s… that’s going too far Carli… I mean Coach,” he said with as much firmness he could muster as she loomed above him on the couch and his fiance’s moans filled the air. “You know that Natalie and I have a great sex life, so when you…”

“Whatever. I’m just trying to motivate you. God,” said Carli with a bratty roll of her eyes. She shoved one long, luscious leg forward to press her perfectly manicured, pink-nailed toes against Doug’s lips. “Kiss kiss, loser. I want you to lube them up good today. Your exercise might depend on it.”

Doug tried to protest, but the second he opened his lips, Carli had already pushed her toes inside, flexing them down against his tongue with a mocking smile on her lips. “Theeere we go. I swear that loser spit is the best moisturizer on the planet. Well… foot moisturizer that is. Wouldn’t want to get it anywhere else!”

 Doug wished he could say he hated the cruel treatment, but instead he closed his eyes in shame as he began to do as he was commanded, slithering his tongue all around Carli’s toes. His cock throbbed with dark, filthy heat, dripping precum as he degraded himself for Carli once again. He knew her bratty, dominant teasing was all in a spirit of fun… at least he thought so… but sometimes it did make him feel a little… lesser. Especially since she never seemed to interact that way with her own boyfriend. 

Only they were truly slathered, Carli withdrew her toes from Doug’s lips and trailed them down his body, leaving a shiny trail in their wake. “Now… let’s build you some premium fuck muscle, shall we, lover-boy?” she said, her cute features a picture of cruel amusement. 

She finally reached Doug cock and spread her first and second toes wide (but, humiliatingly, not that wide) to pinch its head between them. She gestured over to Natalie with a jab of her chin. “Ok, see your pretty fiance, loser?”

Doug did see her. Natalie’s face was red now, her mouth hanging open to take in gasps and release moans. Her thighs trembled with evident strain as she rode the massive cock beneath her, stuffing it deep into her tight wet pussy again and again. She had lost speed now as she ran out of energy, but still continued, desperate for an orgasm. 

“I want you to pretend she’s riding you…” said Carli with a giggle, “but unlike the lazy stud beneath her over there, you really want to give it to her. Show me how strong those hips are, Dougie. Chop chop.”

Doug almost refused. It would be horribly humiliating to hump Carli’s feet while his girlfriend rode another man’s cock… but in the end he couldn’t resist. Carli already had him hooked, and right now cumming felt more important that his pride. Slowly he began thrusting upward, sliding his cock up into the slick channel between Carli’s toes. His shame burned even hotter as he saw Carli stifle a laugh, biting her lip and then cover her mouth as Doug humped upward against her toes. “That’s it, loser,” she said, her voice thick with amusement. “Just imagine how good your fiance’s tight pussy would feel!”

To his shame, Doug found that he was actually starting to breathe hard after a few minutes of working. Carli wasn’t making it easy on him. Her foot hovered high enough that he reall needed to lift his hips off the ground to make any headway, and Doug was out of shape enough that soon his muscles were burning with the effort. 

Doug realized that he really was going through similar training as Natalie from the other end… he wasn’t sure he had enough endurance to go fast and long enough to cum. “I… I don’t know if I can, Coach,” he finally admitted weakly, trying and failing to control his heavy breathing. 

“I believe in you Dougie,” said Carli sweetly. She slid a hand down the front of her pink leotard, touching lightly at its tight crotch. “You remember that I promised you a special reward, right?” she purred.

With aching slowness, she tugged the crotch to the side, revealing her plump, juicy pussy, topped with a nearly groomed patch of dark brown hair… tantalizing proof that she was a bottle blonde. “I promise you your reward will be… delicious.”

“And speaking of rewards,” added Carli with a smirk, “I think the little cow has burned off enough for one session. Brock, give Dougie an example of how a real man fucks.”

As if on cue, Brock’s hands moved swiftly and surely from behind his head, gripping Natalie’s soft hips tightly. Natalie had time to gasp, her eyes going wide, before Brock began thrusting upward into her with confident power. 

It was like a switch had been flipped. The wails of release that poured from Natalie’s throat almost sounded like heartbreak they were so low and passionate. She gave up completely on dignity and control, leaning forward to brace her hands on Brock’s muscular chest as his thick cock jackhammered upward into her, her whole body arching and straining in the depths of her consuming pleasure. 

Doug did his best to match the thrusts of the man next to him, imagining it was him fucking his finace so well she lost all control from the intensity of her pleasure. He strained and sweated, fucking Carli’s toes as she stared down at him with gleaming eyes, beginning to rub her pussy at the embarassing sight. 

“I know you like to watch your fiance have fun during these swinging session, Dougie,” said Carli in a sultry whisper. “But do you ever realize that’s she’s watching you too?”

Doug looked up to Natalie’s eyes and saw with an uncomfortable shock that Carli was right. His fiance’s soft brown eyes were staring into his, her expression unreadable. 

“I wonder what she’s thinking…” said Carli softly. “Seeing her man lose load after load to a pretty girl humiliating him, while she gets her cunt stretched by a bigger cock. I wonder if it makes her see you any differently…”

Doug suddenly lost it to the distressing, humiliating, strangely erotic thought, grunting as he fired spurt after spurt of semen onto Carli’s waiting toes. After a humiliating moment of straining upward and emptying his balls for a teasing woman’s foot. he fell back to the carpet, feeling sweaty and weak and hollow. Beside them, Natalie had finished as well, lying with her head and tits resting against Brock’s chest, staring over at her fiance with neutral eyes. 

Carli released his cock from between her toes, wrinkling her nose at the thick, pearly fluid dripping from them. Then she looked back up into Doug’s eyes, a mischievous grin splitting her face. 

“Now… I believe I promised you a reward, loser…”