The path less taken

Last week, it was amazing. to talk with Eric. I mean…to talk with another guy in a female dominated household. You wouldn’t credit it either. Eric is a big bugger, a Viking build hairy chested, thick armed bruiser of a guy. But he comes to Collette’s pussy as nice as pie. You have to see that, the big guy down on his knees, lapping away at the wet and salted minge of his diminutive wife. I guess that Collette is five feet six or something and slim. She looks taller in the high heeled boots that she wears. She looks always irritated, always arrogant with those narrow green eyes of hers and the bob cut brunette hair. When I watched Eric lick out her twat she had just been out with her boyfriend. You could see that she was dripping from having taken his cock. She smelled of coupling, but she put her boot up on the bed and Eric came to her exercised hole like a supplicant.

Susan, my wife…no…let’s be honest, my mistress was watching too. She had a glass of wine and was watching Eric tongue. The girls had been out with ‘Drake’ Collette’s darkly dangerous guy and a bloke called Trent that Susan had just started seeing. Trent was a prospect. Susan had been fucked by the guy a few times and he had handled her perfectly. He certainly knew how to fill her cunt, I had tasted that. But the question was whether he was ‘the one’. The one to co dominate me with Susan. The one that had the sort of attitude that would send me out to live in the garden shed like Eric had to.

‘Why don’t you fuck Eric for me’ Collette suggested casually. She glanced at Susan, registering I guess how my mistress gently teased the crotch of the leather hot pants that she wore. Watching a guy be made to worship was pretty horny for her. Eric was naked save for his open shirt. Collette had made him undress in front of us, showing off his caged cock which looked too small for the size of his body. The big guy had look sheepish. I’d learned earlier that Drake hit the guy occasionally. He just took the blows because his mistress liked to see his nose bleed.

Susan was tossed the strap on dildo. Black, contoured with a prominent glans and a sleek slightly curving shaft that would prove ruinously effective up a supplicant male arse. I shuddered. Susan knew, I feared, loathed and revolted violently inside my head at the idea of being ‘pegged’. It sounded like something to do with wash day but it wasn’t was it. It was being fucked up your arse. It was being fucked up there until you squeaked and you came, your cock jolting out the semen in a shameful mess. I had begged Susan not to use one of those on me. I begged her to keep the subject out of any conversation with Trent. Now though, with the most desultory glance in my direction, she picked up that vile piece of kit and strapped it around her waist and beneath her crotch. Fuck, the straps were thick and the buckles strong. She was able to fix that thing against her shapely body like it was a natural, an arrogant and proud appendage.

‘Have Jonathan suck it up before you stick Eric’ Collette ordered. She half mewed, half snarled the words out because the big guy had his mouth wide open against her dripping cunt. Susan turned to me and the black appendage swung in an arc. Its head ran down the side of my cheek, and like a baby responding to the nipple, in a root instinct I opened my mouth and found the crown of that fucking thing. I shuddered. For a second it was like I was searching out Trent’s cock and needing to suck it. It was like I needed to take a vile load of his wet and steamy semen in my mouth.

Susan spotted the resistance. She saw how I clamped my teeth shut at the very last moment, a stern resistance against what they fucking ‘toy’ actually represented. Sucking the fucking thing, it was capitulation. Capitulation to him as well as to her, a stroll out into the back garden towards one menial shack that would be called home. The prospect of being shamed by my resistance was too much for Susan so she slapped my face sharply and then gripped my nose tight. I would have to open my mouth soon enough.

When I did so, quickly, she shoved the whole latex glans inside my mouth and stroked my hair.

‘That’s better Jonathan’ she soothed.

I looked up at her stern face, beyond her pert breasts in the black Basque, beyond her svelte throat and into her nut brown eyes. I tied to imagine her as a little girl playing with a dolls house. I couldn’t. You can’t ever imagine that a bitch ever did that! She started to run the fucking dildo inside my mouth. At first it was but an inch or two.

‘Cradle your tongue’ she ordered.

I was meant to caress the fucking thing, beneath the shaft, like it was on a slipway to the back of my throat. I did as ordered and felt the thing progress. She was pushing six inches perhaps more into my mouth and when I had been re angled to facilitate her thrusts I took more.

‘Good boy’ she soothed, squinting down and then smiling across at Collette.

‘You fucking Jonathan yet?’ our hostess wondered.

‘Not yet’ Susan admitted. She was going to make me. She was going to make me take something like this up my puckering, wincing, coy little arse. ‘But you will won’t you Jonathan, when Trent comes to sleep over…you will.’

Collette said that she should butt plug me, that way the fucking could be harder, faster. Susan had to just see how a good hard posting could make a beta male spurt.

I thought about it. I thought about where that vile appendage had been. Up Eric…making him spurt, through his cage, like he was vomiting spunk down there. I thought about the length of it inside him and now edging towards the back of my throat and making me want to gag. Somehow, you tell me, I forced my mouth to relax, I forced myself to stop resisting my mistress and her requirements. The dildo pumped rhythmically back and forth inside my mouth, Susan holding my hair so she could pump with greater force.

‘Stick him’ Collette encouraged and pointed to Eric’s buttocks. She glanced at me as the dildo came free. I was to hold Eric’s buttocks open so that Susan could guide the strap on easily home. I’d never touched another guy’s buttocks, never felt inclined. I shivered as I did so.

When I did ease open his cheeks, I gasped. Fuck! Oh fuck! His ass had been drilled out. His ass had no sphincter pressure at all. It just trembled, pulled open, so that Susan could push the dildo inside of him. There, dear god, dear god, in it went and I heard Eric groan. It was like the poor bastard was being stuck on a spit ready to be roasted. It looked as if he was being skewered. He groaned as the dildo went inside of him full length.

Susan took the man’s hips, she knew how. She knew how, instinctively, to fuck a man. His buttocks, his arse had to be dragged back and forth on that shaft, so that her thrusts inside of him married to create the required effect. Eric was going to rock on his knees, pulled onto the cruel phallus and then pushed against the dripping, clitty bulbed sex of his mistress. Eric started to grunt and groan. He was like an half asleep, a drugged animal being put through a ritual.

‘That nice darling, Mummy arranging for your arse to be taken. I’m going to have Drake watch this sometime soon. He’ll want to watch you as well as fuck you.’

Collette’s voice was like opium honey, filling the guy’s mind with the most desolate, addictive thoughts. Susan was brutal with him. Her clenching teeth as she bucked into him made it sound like female tennis player banging down the serves. Huuuunk! Errrrunk! Slap, slap, slap, slap. I could see Eric’s little cock jerking the metal cage catching on his hairs and pulling. It must have been an exquisite agony.

‘Thank Drake…thank him for doing this with my cunt’ snapped Collette, her voice was husky and cruel.

‘Thank you….thank you…thank you’ gasped Eric in what sounded like an animal Gregorian chant. There, now, so quickly, so completely, his cock knotted in that torture chamber of steel and his flesh seemed covered in the frothing, belching submission to his mistress’s cruelty, his lowly station. Eric was ejaculating in the most terrible the most awful the most shameful fashion possible.

Fuck…oh fuck no.

I wanted to vomit.

But Susan fixed me there, fixed me with her look. I was to lick his squirming caged appendage, to clean up the oozing mess that they were causing.

‘No!’ I begged.

‘Yes’ she snapped and shot her look groin ward again, to what was required.

‘Do as you’re told Jonathan’ she ordered.

Now, yes now, the place where the paths diverged in my life. I was being pushed down the one less taken.

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I've been writing erotic literature for something over a year, certainly that with a cuckolding assertive woman twist. I've written a cuckolding novel and as at summer 2018 two collections of raunchy short stories that you'll find by internet searching 'Lutheran Maid'. Frankly I love intelligent cuckolding sex. But there's scope to explore more widely too!