Cuckoldry in the Highest

 

A/N: This is the darkest thing I've written on this account. It's a fetish of mine that I wish I didn't have. I wrote this to give voice to my demons, but thought I might as well post it somewhere, so here it goes. It isn't the darkest I've read, but yeah. If you're interested, read and review. See you on the other side.   



 

Cuckoldry in the Highest

Chapter 1: Lapse of Reason

            Harry had no clue what he was doing. His heart was railing against his insides, trying to escape and his skin had turned to ice. His tongue was dry in his mouth as he struggled to take another deep breath, quivering as he did. None of it was right and he wished beyond wish that he had not arranged the evening. How had he come to this decision? What manner of demon had thrust him into this position and why did he play his part so willingly like a marionette dancing for its master? He knew the answers, but at this moment, he did his best to forget them. It was the moment of truth and in between planning and action, passion had mercilessly left him alone to think.

            In the bathroom, Jessica was fixing her hair, brushing it this way and that and spraying it accordingly, taking careful measure of herself in the mirror. She was nervous too. On one hand she was furious at her boyfriend for putting her in this position. She could not help but imagine herself as a woman of the night, fixing herself up for her work. She picked up the tube of lipstick, but the illusion in her head kept her from putting it on. Instead, she gave herself one more glance, straightening out her short skirt and brushing a few strands of hair off of her button up shirt. Her bosom strained against the front of her shirt (as they had since she was fourteen) and she decided to give them a little more air, undoing two more buttons. What sense was there in modesty this far in? She thought of the man they had invited and felt a tingle of pleasure run up her core. She smirked. On the other hand, she was getting to have quite a man. 

            She walked out of the bathroom and stood before Harry. He looked up as she approached and felt himself harden in his pants. He swallowed as she smirked, straddling his lap and pressing her lips to his, her tongue slipping past his lips for a moment before she pulled back.

            "Someone's excited," she said, bouncing a little on his lap. He groaned and she grinned, burying her face in the crook of his neck as he held her. "Where do you think he'll touch me first?" She was playing into a game they had made long ago, but this time it was more than fantasy. Harry's hands moved to her large rear and gave it a squeeze. She giggled and ground herself against his lap, making him moan out again. "I hope so." She climbed off of her boyfriend's lap, adjusting herself in her bra and smiling. "He should be here any minute, right?" She grabbed his hand. "Come on."

            Harry followed her down the stairs and they sat on the couch in the living room. He turned on the television, but she grabbed the remote and switched it off. "Don't break the mood," she said. he nodded and took a break. She heard the unsteady sound of it and a part of his doubt infected her. If he wasn't sure about this, should they do it at all? She was about to ask when a knock came at the door. Harry's heart did a somersault and what felt like a pole-vault, but he stood all the same, closing his eyes for a second before walking to the door and opening it.

            A large black man stood on the other end. He flashed a smile and the men shook hands.

            "Traffic was hell," he said as he crossed the threshold. "I thought night classes would be better about that, but I guess not." He looked over at the woman who had stood up from the couch and whistled. "Damn, Harry - excuse me if you mind (considering the circumstances, I don't think you do), but if this girl was walking across campus, I'd try to get her number even if I knew she was yours." Harry didn't mind. He felt his heart race as passion crept back into his veins. Jessi flushed and bit her lip as she smiled. "Oh, no need to be shy, baby," the man said, approaching her. "Not with a body like that." He looked over at Harry. "Those tits real, man?"

            "Yeah," Harry managed. He was having a hard time thinking.

            "You serious? Biggest titties I've ever seen!" He gawked openly as Jessi's face turned beat red. "Look at you, all embarrassed," he laughed. "You must get attention for these girls everyday! I'll bet half the guys you meet stare straight at them." Harry felt his pants tighten further as she nodded.

            "Most of them say what you said," she managed, biting her lip still. "But..."

            "But they haven't even had a chance at fucking you since you've been with your whitebread boy?" She nodded, blushing further. He grinned. "You don't have to blush, but it's sure turning me on." She looked at his pants and saw he was telling the truth. "Mmm, wanna see it all?" He asked, reaching down to grab himself. She nodded, feeling her saliva gather in her mouth.

            Harry sat on the couch, stroking his crotch openly as he watched the scene unfold. It was porn come to life. He saw his girlfriend acting like nothing more than a common whore, giving into her desires. His desire was on fire.

            The man dropped his basketball shorts and showed he was wearing no underwear. Jessi gasped as she saw him, biting her lip harder. He grinned.

            "Never seen one that big, eh?" He held it and stroked it as he turned his head to Harry. "How you feel about your girl getting filled with all this meat today?" He asked.

            "I..." Harry had no response, but his hand moved into his pants. The man grinned.

            "Look at her, she's so horny for it." Jessi felt so dirty, but she was. She wanted nothing more than to feel it inside of her, to feel it penetrate her fully. She didn't ever admit it to him (despite the lack of confidence that caused him to ask her about it again and again), but he was far too small to satisfy her. She groaned, unable to hold it in and he smirked. "Suck it, baby."

            Harry watched as his girlfriend, who had never given his small, uncircumcised penis so much as a lick, fell to her knees like a slave before its master and grabbed the man's massive girth in her hand, lavishing it with her spit. She licked and sucked with fervor as Harry's hand flew over his dick. The man groaned and stroked her hair. "Yeah, baby, get it all nice and wet..." He smirked at Harry. "She ever give you one this good?" Jessi popped him out of her mouth to answer.

            "Never even had him in my mouth," she said and the man laughed as she starting licking again. "Told him I don't like blowjobs." The man smirked as he held her head in place, starting to thrust. She welcomed it and slid her tongue over him.

            "Anything else you wanna tell me?" He said as he slid himself out of her mouth.

            "I like to be dominated..." she said meekly, biting her lip. He smiled.

            "Daddy issues?" She nodded and he grinned. "Hot. How about you call me daddy while you're at it?" She nodded, looking down. He grabbed her chin and forced her to look up at him. "That's no answer."

            "Yes, Daddy, sorry Daddy." She said and he grinned. "Now beg..." He felt her swallow underneath his grip. "Please... please let me taste you, Daddy." He grinned and slid his tip to her mouth. She opened it and he slid it in and out, holding her head and thrusting back and forth over her tongue. After a minute, he slid out and reached down, tearing open her shirt and nearly spilling her breasts out of her bra. They jiggled madly as he tossed the shirt aside. "On the couch," he ordered and she obeyed, undoing her bra as she laid down, her head near Harry. He looked down at her, his pants now off fully as he stroked himself.

            The man bent down and grabbed one of her breasts, squeezing it and pinching her nipple as he licked, suckled, and bit the other. She whimpered and moaned, feeling the lacy panties she had worn grow soaked. He grinned. "As good as daddy used to give?" He asked and she nodded, gasping. She was disgusted with herself, now nothing more than a whore, a slave to this man before her and the past she had tried to forget. How had he seen so deeply into her? Had her boyfriend told him? She had no time to think as he straddled her stomach. "Spit on your tits and press 'em together... you know what comes next." She nodded and  did as she was told, lubricating her chest as she was bidden before pressing her breasts together.

            He grinned and slid himself between them. It was difficult to push through at first (she was pushing hard), but once he found entry, he began to slide in and out, groaning as he pressed himself to her lips. She opened her mouth and accepted him, licking once again as he slid in and out of her breasts. After a moment, he grunted, pulled out completely and told her to put her hands down, spraying himself all over her chest and face. He looked up at Harry, who had come once already. "Bet she never let you do that, did she?" He panted. Harry shook his head.

            "How about we go to the bedroom and soil the place you sleep?" He said and she swallowed, the sticky juices still on her face.

            "Yes, daddy." He led her (and Harry) to the room and she laid on the bed. He licked his lips as he pulled her panties off from underneath her skirt, holding them up to the light.

            "Damn, girl!" He laughed, showing them to Harry; they were completely soaked and quite sticky. Harry groaned. "This is gonna be fun." He slid his fingers up her thighs and spread her wetness all over her. She gasped and writhed as he slid a finger into her. She groaned and squirmed, arching her back to get it deeper into her. "That little finger's bigger than your boy, isn't it?" He asked. She gasped and nodded.

            "Yes, Daddy" He smiled and slammed it in and out of her.

            "What do you want, whore?" She was delirious with need, barely noticing as saliva fell from the corner of her mouth onto her chest.

            "Fuck me, Daddy." He smirked and nodded.

            "On your knees, slut." She scrambled to her knees and he pulled the skirt from her body. "For our audience," he explained. She quivered as she felt his heat move behind her. She slid her ass backwards and he laughed, giving it a rough spank, making her moan and, he suspected, almost come. "She's gonna finish on first thrust, my cuckold friend." The man explained. Harry stroked faster as the man pressed himself against her quivering entrance.

            Without warning, he slid himself halfway into her. She gasped and cried out as she felt herself stretched. He was given no resistance due to her arousal, but it still felt like she was being split apart. It was delicious agony and she wanted more. Drool slid from her mouth and from her opening. He groaned. "Damn, this is tight..." He inched into her. "Beg, baby girl..."

            "Please! Please, God, Please fuck me! I need to be fucked!" She almost screamed as Henry came a second time. The man grinned.

            "Gladly." He slid himself all the way into her and, just as he had promised, she began to scream and convulse, her glasses fogging entirely as they were pressed against the pillow. Her body shook with violence as he continued to fuck her and she began to have a second orgasm, squeezing him with her walls and making him groan and move faster. It felt like her life was ending in a series of fireworks of pleasure. She was bathed in the lava of lust and it was threatening to consume her consciousness and everything she was. At the moment, she had become a whore, a slut, whatever creature it is that seeks pleasure and pleasure alone at any cost.

            A third orgasm approached, something Harry and his kind, meek self would never accomplish in life (he might accomplish two if she imagined this moment again). She whimpered and cried out for him to move harder, her words coming out as a sort of drunken drawl. She would later remember being drunk on passion and would never cease to crave it; even the dark pleasure she had been forced into by her father did not match it.

            Finally, as the fourth orgasm hit, the man came deep inside of her, bucking his hips with vigor and painful force she had never known. She welcomed it, savoring each pang of agony until he at last settled inside of her. He groaned as he pulled out, his breathing heavy.

            She gasped for life on the bed, collapsing in a heap as the bed beneath her held a puddle of her womanly juices. How long had she come? It felt like a lifetime and she felt dead to the world. Harry finished for a fifth time.

            The man sat on the bed and panted, laying back. "Climb up," he ordered. "Your work's not done, slut." She gathered what senses she had. In truth, her getting up and climbing onto him was an act of pure lust; her consciousness, inhibitions, and sense had gone.

            Her thighs quivered as she sank down onto him, grunting as his meat slid into her, what she now felt was its rightful home. He grinned at her and she began to bounce up and down on him, moaning and groaning, her throat ragged from the acts she had just had committed upon her. Her tits bounced back and forth and he grinned, grabbing them and pinching her nipples roughly. She whimpered and bounced harder. Harry stroked himself as all of his fantasies came true; she was exactly the whore he knew she could be.

            Within moments, her nipples were aching (and would continue to do so for a week) and she had her...what, sixth? Seventh? She had one more orgasm and collapsed. The man smirked, rolled her onto her back and stood by her head. She opened her mouth and suckled him like a baby upon his mother's breast. The man called Harry over for sloppy 3rds and he obliged.

            He stood between her legs, now a foreign place as the man's come slid out of her. He grabbed her thighs and slid into her. She grunted.

            "Tell him how it feels," The man instructed.

            "Yes, Daddy." She stopped her sucking, resorting to stroking him. "Even before I had this huge dick, you were the smallest I ever had... now I can hardly feel you." Harry fucked her harder, grunting. "You like that? You feel your girlfriend filled with this man's come? Stretched to the brink? I can't believe you get any pleasure out of this, it feels like you're barely touching me." The thrusts came harder. "I feel his come dripping out of me all over your dick and balls, though... God, his come feels so good... Look at your face, are you going to come?" She looked up at him and he was. "You're disgusting." He grunted and slammed into her and, in truth, she barely felt him as he came deep inside of her. The man jerked himself onto her face one last time and smiled as Harry collapsed onto the bed, spent.

            "Listen, slut." He sat beside her. "You're going to be mine now. Well, mine and whoever else wants you. If someone says you have nice tits or looks at them, you invite them for a fuck. You have them wherever, however. You do them like you're doing me." She nodded, delirious still. "And I'm going to call you sometimes. You're going to answer, come over to me, and fuck me. We'll let your boyfriend in sometimes; he can be on a call when you suck me or he can get pictures, maybe he can watch again... but you're mine to fuck."

            "Yes, Daddy." He grinned and reached down, giving her pussy a hard smack, biting her nipple and walking out the door. She hoped he would call soon as she passed out. Harry lay on the bed, thinking of the horrible thing he had just done. He doubted she would ever love him. He doubted that they would actually have that little house and the two kids they planned on or the dogs they wanted. All the same, he grinned. His girlfriend was a whore. He couldn't wait to see what happened next.

A/N Part 2: I may add more, depending on how I feel later. If you want to see more, though, don't hesitate to tell me in the reviews - it makes my ego happy (though the decision to add more or not does not hinge upon reviews).