The very beautiful Miss B has got in touch again. Seems her transition into the role of Cuckoldress is going great!
Hey guys. It is Miss B. I know it has been a while since I submitted anything. But here you go!
This is an email written by me to My husband, whom I have cheated on and plan to turn into My cuckold. He recently found some emails that rocked his world and revealed his status as lowly cuckold who’s pathetic dicklet gets all dribbly from thoughts of his wife being a cock craving whore… This is fun!
Silly cuckie. It all came to happen through emails from the secret account I created just for him behind your back. I think specifically the cock-sucking cheat occurred due to pure lust and frustration. Pure lust for his delicious, fat cock and pure frustration because it wasn’t pumping my fuckholes once a week.
Remember the email you found after the fact? You saw the message from him explaining how he just had to have my juicy cunt again, but there was never a time we could meet up to fuck! I had to tell him I could meet to satisfy him when you were at work! These are also the hours he works so my need for his thrusting, hard dick and his desire for my tight, wet fuckhole just increased that much more.
Finally after having to wait too long, it’s like I woke up on a mission one morning. Maybe I received something really hot from him in my secret email account. Maybe he had written about how he wants to get his dick wet in my warm mouth again and how much he wanted me to gag on his cum. I don’t exactly remember what instilled it in me, but I knew I had to have his dick in my mouth that afternoon.
I emailed Brian as soon as you left for work. I told him I had to see him. I told him it wouldn’t take long and, could I come by later on that day? He replied and said he was busy until three but I could stop by any time after. Fuck. I had my personal trainer at three. I didn’t care. This was my opportunity to be in the same room as that glorious cock that fucked me so well all those months ago. I have been craving it for so long and I wasn’t going to pass it up today for anything. I emailed Brian telling him I’d be by around four. I would pull up around back and he was to leave the garage door to his store open, that’s how I would know he was available. I had a cam session early that afternoon and made myself up extra slutty knowing I was going to see him later. It’s all I could think of, his cock and what I was going to do with it. Oh, I’m such a slut for him; the memory of it is sending pulses through my clit as I’m writing this.
Two o’clock came and I couldn’t take it. I was literally pacing with excitement and anticipation. Never did I consider what I was doing was wrong. Never did I think to myself, what am I doing? I love my husband. No. All I thought of was Brian’s divine dick. To my training session, I wore a cute, little tank top, those pink, velour pants that make my ass look incredible and no underwear. As soon as I left the house, my excitement started building. I told my trainer I had to leave early. I made up some excuse and told her I could only do a forty five minute session that day. The sooner I could get out of there, the sooner I could have Brian’s cock in my mouth! I had been thinking about it all day, what I was going to say to him, what I was going to do for him. At three forty five, I sped off, for the first time having doubts….. Oh, not about you, stupid cuck. But I started thinking, what if he’s busy? What if his garage door is closed? How disappointed would I be if I didn’t get to see my lover again and pleasure his glorious cock?
The garage door was closed. I parked my car, sitting there, trying to decide what to do. It was nearly four o’clock; what if you got home early and I wasn’t there? Should I take the time to email Brian from my phone or just go back home? I grab my phone. Just then the garage door opens. My stomach leaps into my chest and my clit begins to tingle. (As if going behind your back and plotting to suck Brian off while you’re at work isn’t enough to tell you how much I need his fucking, the clit tingle is undisputed evidence. He owns my cunt. I know it, my cunt knows it and now you know it.)
It’s pouring rain and just traveling from my car to his garage makes me soaked. Full make-up from the earlier cam session, but slightly smudged making me look sultry-sexy-slutty, my body is still warm and pink from exercise and I’m dripping wet. I look hot. He closes the garage door. “Hey, what’s up?” he tries to make small talk. I just lower my eyes, look at him with pure lust from under my eyelashes and flash the, I-want-to-swallow-your-cock look while I wait for the garage door to fully close. I strip off my wet tank top and bra, wiggle out of my sweatpants. I don’t even give him a minute to admire me, wet and naked except for my Nikes, before I pounce. I jump onto him with feverish lust. I thrust my tongue down his throat as I’m clinging to his body with my hips like a rabid monkey. My legs are spread open and I grind up and down, slowly but firmly on his crotch. I think I pulled away just long enough to smile and look him in the eye while I felt his cock grow hard underneath my aching, writhing cunt. With another long, passionate kiss, I dismount and sink to my knees. I look right into his face and make sure he can see the longing lust in my eyes as I unbuckle and remove his belt. “Oh God, yes. Put it in your mouth.”
I smile and eagerly oblige. I tongue the tip of his magnificent cock only once before I swallow it all the way into the back of my throat, the way I know he likes it. Because of his height, I’m having some trouble deep-throating his cock from this position and just know I can swallow more. I get up and try to pull him over to an adjoining office where I see there are a desk and a computer chair. “Wait. Wait. Wait.” He’s looking at the video monitors of the front of the store. Wait?! What? Dear Lord, I want him to blow his load in my mouth so bad; I want him to fuck my face like it’s his own personal fuckhole so much that I can already feel my inner thighs getting wet and slippery from my needy juices. And he’s hitching up his pants and going through to the front of the store..! Wtf?! Then I see him on the monitor; he looks through the front windows and then locks the door. As soon as he’s back and within arm’s length, I tear his pants and boxers off again and sit him in the office chair. I assume my position: naked except for my Nikes, cunt leaking so much it’s borderline embarrassing and kneeling in front of Brian’s cock.. one of my most favorite places in all the world to be.
From this position, I can thoroughly deep throat his cock. I hear him moan and with satisfaction notice him arching his hips towards my obliging mouth. “Gag. Gasp. Gargle. Oh Brian, your cock tastes so fucking good.” He can’t contain himself. In between low-murmured, vowel-elongated swear words (“fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuckk”) he is grunting and breathing hard in time to his hips which are now fucking my face hard. Without regard for me or our surroundings, he grabs your wife’s hair and pulls my mouth toward him each time he thrusts his big, long dick into my throat. I’m gagging; my chin and face are plastered in spit and precum, my eyes are red and tears are streaming down my face from gagging on his delicious cock. I love every minute of it.
I gag and gargle his name every time he thrusts into me. I know he loves this, hearing me try to coo his name when my mouth is full of his cock. He grips my head tighter and his hips are literally convulsing. I am looking up at him this entire time and when we make eye contact and he sees in my face, that pleading need that says, “Please Brian; please make me your cum whore.” It only makes him pump harder. Maybe he really does understand my needs better than I think because when I try to catch my breath and suck slower he says, “Open your mouth and suck my fucking cock.” (Maybe I gave him a surprised look at this. Not disturbed! Not disappointed! More like, holy fuck; did you really just say that? You just got eighty times hotter.) “What? That’s what you want to hear; isn’t it? Suck it.” At this, I melt. Oh God, yes! I am his cum slut. I am his whore. I want nothing more than his superior cock using me in whatever way he wants. This verbiage of his makes me whimper, look up at him with an even greater need, groan and moan while I rub my thighs together. I can’t help but shove my hands in between my legs just to ease the pulsating of my swollen clit.
I suck. I open my throat for him. I gag for him. I do my best saying his name in between and during thrusts of his dick in my mouth, but it’s so big and swollen, all that comes out are gargled gags. He loves it and is once again grabbing my hair, bucking his hips and fucking my face. He grunts and groans and every time he looks down into his lap and sees that needy slut look in my eyes and watches my mouth expertly taking the full length of his cock, he utters another elongated swear word. He throws his head back and with complete disregard for everything else, shouts out, “fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!!” and explodes his hot load into my eager mouth. I do nonchalantly spit it in the trashcan and rinse out my mouth in the bedroom. I don’t actually swallow because, oddly enough, I’m reminded of how you told me not to ever do that with someone else’s sperm.. diseases and what not. Funny how during my act of infidelity, I take your advice on STDs.
I get dressed as he’s unlocking the front door again. When he returns, I say, “So, I’ll see you around.” I give him my mischievous, slut smile and slip out under the garage door even before it’s half-way open. I got just what I came for and just what I wanted. I even made it home before you, so I still had time to brush my teeth and sop up the lake in between my thighs. You had no clue!
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Read here first post ‘Bathroom Fuck’ here
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