The first time Chris admitted to his fascination with being "cucked" was a few weeks ago, when we were fucking around in bed.
"Do you have any fetishes?" I asked as I slowly moved up and down on his cock. He grunted and moaned a little before answering.
"Yeah..." he said quietly, looking down at the bed. "I'm really into that whole cuckold thing."
"Ewww, really?" I said with mock disgust, rolling my eyes.
"No way," he said, laughing a little. "No way. That's just disgusting. I'd never let you fuck another guy." His grin made me feel like he was lying, so I decided to push it further.
"Well, if you want," I said. "I could go out and get a nice, fat cock, and then fuck it in front of you..."
His grin immediately faded away, replaced by a deep red flush on his cheeks.
"What?" I said, teasing. "Is that not what you want? I thought you said you were into it."
"I-I-I am," he stammered. "It's just... I can't believe you'd be willing to do it."
"Why not?" I asked, honestly a little confused. "You're always getting off on some weird shit." I continued, "If it's what you want, why wouldn't I do it?"
"Because..." He paused, clearly struggling with whatever he wanted to say. "I-I-I don't want you to fuck him in front of me." He said, looking down again. "I want you to fuck them without me there. I-I-I know it sounds weird, but... I think I'd like it a lot more if I wasn't there."
I stared at him for a second, stunned.
"I-I mean," he said. "If you were to go out and fuck some huge cock, then come home and tease me about how good it was, and how he's better than me, and stuff... that would turn me on so much."
I stared at him, processing what he just said.
"I'm serious," he said. "You don't have to do it if you don't want to. But if you were going to... I'd really like it."
I looked at him for another second before answering.
"That's... kind of hot," I said. He looked up at me and smiled, his face still flushed with excitement.
I couldn't help but think about what he said after that, and over the next few days, I started to notice that he'd get off on some pretty weird stuff, but he was always careful not to do anything that would embarrass or humiliate me. It was clear he was desperate for some kind of humiliation, but didn't have the courage to ask for it. So I decided that I would give him what he wanted.
"Chris," I said casually over dinner. "Can I ask you something?"
He looked up from his plate and smiled.
"Of course, what is it?" he asked.
I took a deep breath, trying to prepare myself for the awkwardness that was sure to come.
"I've been thinking about that thing you said the other day... about wanting to be cucked?"
He set down his fork and looked at me with wide eyes.
"Oh yeah," he said. His voice was breathy and excited. "Do you want to do it?"
I nodded slowly, looking up and down between his face and his lap. His cock was already halfway hard in his pants. I smirked and looked back up at him.
"How do you want me to do it?" I asked.
He paused, looking nervous and unsure.
"I-I don't know..." he stammered. I stood up and walked over to him.
"Let me guess," I said, reaching down to squeeze his cock. "You want me to find someone with a really big cock, and get fucked really hard, right?"
He nodded.
"Yeah," he said. His cock was throbbing in my hand.
"Mmmhmm," I said, smiling. "And you want me to fuck him without you there, so you can't see it."
He nodded again.
"Yeah, yeah."
"But then you want me to come home and tell you all about it, and rub it in your face that he's bigger and better than you?"
He nodded again, his cock fully hard now. "And then, you want me to make fun of you for how small you are compared to him, and tell you how much better it feels to fuck a big cock?" He was nodding faster now, moaning a little.
"That sounds really hot," I said, letting go of his cock. "I think I'd like to do that for you."
"Really?" he asked, still moaning and breathing hard. I nodded.
"Yes, really."
"Y-you're the best," he said, looking up at me like I was the greatest thing he had ever seen. He started to stand up but I held up a hand to stop him.
"Wait, wait, wait," I said. "There's just one more thing."
He looked at me curiously. "What?"
"Well," I said. "Since we live together, it might be kind of hard to get away without you knowing." I looked up and down his body with a teasing smirk. "But I think I can probably find someone if I'm willing to put in the work." I stood up again and started walking back to my chair. "And if I do," I said, turning around to face him. "Then you owe me." I leaned forward and squeezed his cock through his pants again. "You understand?"
"Yeah," he moaned. "I'll do anything."
I stood up, straightening my skirt and blouse, making sure I looked perfect and professional. I was about to head out the door, but I stopped and turned around.
"By the way," I said. "In case anyone asks, you don't need to know about this, do you?" He shook his head vigorously. I smiled. "Good. I thought so."
"Goodbye, Chris," I said. He waved at me as I left.
It wasn't hard to find someone willing to fuck me; I have an amazing body. An hourglass figure with huge tits and ass. I'm pretty hot, but I was still a little nervous when I started flirting with Jack and Eric in the break room. I was talking about my boyfriend Chris, saying things that made him sound like a pathetic loser. Like, how he only got off on weird stuff, and that his cock was so small and pathetic that it didn't really count. I saw them exchange glances and smirks a few times. I knew they wanted me. I started wearing more and more revealing clothing, until finally Jack approached me in the hall. I had a miniskirt on and a blouse that was basically a bra.
"Hi Claire," he said as he walked up. He had to be around 6'2" or something. And he was huge. Easily 220 lbs of pure muscle. "What are you up to?" He asked.
"Oh, you know," I said, shrugging and looking down at my feet. "Just working. That's all."
I was standing next to the copier, and Jack reached out to place a hand on it behind me. He was basically trapping me against the machine. I felt a rush of fear, but I loved it. I liked being scared. He leaned in close.
"You know, I think you're pretty hot," he said.
I smiled. He was so much taller than me I had to look up at him.
"Oh, really?" I asked. "That's a little unexpected. I thought you had a girlfriend."
"She doesn't matter," he said. "I'd love to fuck you." He leaned in even closer, until his face was inches from mine.
"Mmm..." I moaned, staring at his lips. He smelled so good. "Well," I said. "My boyfriend doesn't care about me cheating. And I really want to feel a big cock inside me..." I let the sentence trail off and looked up at him with big, innocent eyes.
He smiled and leaned in closer, pressing his lips against mine. I kissed him back eagerly. His tongue was huge and tasted so good as he slid it in my mouth, sucking gently on my lips. His hands were wandering over my body, groping my tits and ass through my clothes. He pushed my ass against the copier with one hand, and used the other to slide a finger in my panties. I was wet already; he started rubbing my clit slowly, and I moaned into his mouth. He stopped suddenly and stepped away. I pouted and looked up at him.
"Is something wrong?" I asked.
"No, nothing," he said. "It's just that if we fuck here, other people might find out."
I smiled and bit my lip.
"That's true," I said. "We should probably go somewhere else. But..." I said, looking around the hall. "I don't have anywhere."
He smirked.
"Come with me," he said, taking my hand and pulling me towards his office.
I followed him eagerly, practically running to catch up with him. He led me into his office and locked the door behind us, then turned around and kissed me. His hands were on my body again, groping and rubbing me through my clothes. I kissed him passionately, then pulled away and stepped back.
"I need to get undressed," I said.
He nodded, and sat down on the couch in the corner of his office. I stood in front of him and started taking off my clothes. First my blouse, then my bra. His eyes went wide as he looked at my tits. They're really amazing. Big and round with huge, hard nipples. He licked his lips and I could see his cock straining to be free of his pants. Next I took off my skirt, leaving myself completely naked except for my panties. He groaned and started adjusting himself in his pants. I took a few steps forward and reached down to cup his bulge.
"Mmm, let me see that," I said.
I reached up to unbutton his shirt, revealing his rock hard chest. I ran my fingers over his abs as I reached down to undo his belt. When I pulled it away, he groaned again. His cock was huge. Easily the biggest I had ever seen in real life. He smiled as I stared at it.
"Do you like that?" he said, grinning.
I nodded and leaned down to kiss the tip. He moaned as I licked around it slowly, then took it in my mouth. It tasted good, and felt even better. I started sucking slowly, enjoying the feeling of him getting harder and bigger with every bob of my head. His hand went to the back of my head and pushed me down, making me take more of him in my mouth. I gagged a little but didn't stop. He was so much bigger than Chris. It was amazing.
Jack stood up and turned me around, bending me over his desk. He reached down to pull my panties aside and slammed into me from behind. I was so wet that he didn't need any lubricant. He was rough and fast, and I loved every second of it. The sound of his hips smacking against my ass echoed through the room. I reached back and felt my own ass cheeks jiggle as he pounded into me.
I heard a noise at the door and looked back to see Eric standing there, watching. He was stroking his own cock through his pants. He looked surprised but also excited.
"Is this what you do at work, Claire?" he asked, smirking.
I looked over my shoulder and winked at him.
"What? You don't?"
Jack looked back and saw Eric too.
"Oh, you brought a friend?" I asked, smiling.
"The more the merrier," Jack said, smacking my ass.
Eric stepped closer and started taking off his pants. He was also huge.
"You're going to need to be a good boy for me, okay?" I said to Jack, looking at Eric's cock.
Jack nodded, and pulled out of me.
"You want him?" he asked, smiling.
I nodded and licked my lips.
"Mmhmm," I said.
Jack stepped aside and Eric took his place. He slammed into me even harder than Jack had. I screamed in pleasure, the pain mixing with the pleasure in a way that was intoxicating. I looked back at Jack and winked.
"Is this what you want?" I asked.
He nodded, stroking his cock as he watched.
"Keep going," he said. "Let him fuck you good and hard. Make sure he's satisfied."
I moaned and leaned back into Eric's thrusts. He was so much bigger than Chris, and so much better at fucking me. I couldn't believe how much I liked it.
"Oh fuck, yeah," Eric grunted. "You're so fucking tight, Claire. You're going to make me cum so fast."
Jack reached out and grabbed my hair, pulling my head back so he could look into my eyes.
"You like that?" he asked. "You like being fucked by another man while your boyfriend watches?"
I nodded and moaned.
"Yes, yes, I do," I said.
Jack stepped away and picked up his phone.
"I'm going to record this for later," he said. "So your boyfriend can watch it and know what a slut you really are."
I nodded eagerly and watched as he turned the camera on and pointed it at us. Eric's cock was stretching me open, and I could feel myself getting closer to the edge.
"Cum for me, Eric," I moaned. "Cover me in your cum. Make me a mess for Chris to clean up when I get home."
And with that, Eric did just that. He pulled out and came all over my ass and back. I turned around and looked at the mess, smiling.
"Good girl," Jack said, putting his cock back in his pants. "Now, let's get back to work. We can do this again later, if you want to."
I nodded and started getting dressed. I couldn't wait to tell Chris about my little adventure. I knew it would drive him crazy.
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As the night went on, we went to the bar. The whole time, Chris's friends kept giving me knowing looks. They knew what was going to happen. I could feel their eyes on me, and it was turning me on even more. Every time I caught their gaze, they would smirk and look away. It was like a game of cat and mouse, and I was the mouse who wanted to be caught.
Finally, we all ended up in a storage room. It was dark and musty, and I could feel the anticipation in the air.
"Okay, Claire,"
Jack said, his voice thick with desire as we approached the storage room. "You're going to be our little plaything now, aren't you?"
I nodded eagerly, my heart racing with excitement. "Yes, I am," I said, my voice a little shaky.
He opened the door and pushed me inside. It was dark and musky, with boxes and cleaning supplies scattered everywhere. The light from the hallway cast long shadows across the floor. Eric followed us in, shutting the door behind him with a final click.
Jack's hand grabbed my arm and spun me around to face him. "You're going to be a good little slut for us, aren't you?"
I nodded again, my voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, I'll do anything you want."
Without another word, Jack grabbed a roll of duct tape from the shelf and ripped off a piece. He stepped closer to me, and I could feel the heat of his body against mine. He reached out and slapped the tape over my mouth, silencing my protests. Then, before I could even blink, he and Eric were on me. They pushed me down onto the floor, and I felt cold, hard cinderblocks against my back.
They both had their cocks out now, and they were both huge. I had never seen anything like it before. They were both grinning down at me, their eyes full of lust.
Jack took the lead, grabbing my wrists and pulling them above my head. He wrapped the tape around them, securing them tightly to the pipe that ran along the ceiling. I was now completely at their mercy. I could feel Eric's breath on my neck as he leaned over me, his hands roaming my body, exploring every inch of my exposed skin.
He reached down and tore my panties off, tossing them aside. Then, without warning, he pushed his cock inside me. I gasped against the tape, my eyes watering with the sudden pain. He was so much bigger than Jack, and he didn't bother to be gentle. He just fucked me hard, using my body like it was his own personal toy.
Jack took out his phone and started recording everything. The light from the screen was the only thing that pierced the darkness of the room. I could see the sick excitement in his eyes as he watched Eric use me.
I looked over at Eric's face, and his expression was one of pure bliss. He was loving every second of it, and I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter. The pain was still there, but it was starting to give way to something else. Something that I hadn't expected. I was actually enjoying it.
The two of them took turns fucking me, each one taking me harder and deeper than the last. I lost track of how many times I came, my body shaking with pleasure and pain. They didn't care if I was enjoying it or not, they just used me for their own pleasure.
And as they both came, one after the other, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. I had done what Chris had wanted. I had been used and degraded, and I had loved every second of it.
When they were done, they pulled out and stepped back, both of them panting heavily. They looked down at me, their cocks still hard and covered in my juices.
Jack leaned down and whispered in my ear. "You're going to tell him everything, aren't you?"
I nodded, the tape still muffling my voice.
He leaned in closer. "Good. Because I have a feeling he's going to want to hear every detail of how we fucked his little slut of a girlfriend."
They both laughed and high-fived each other, then left me there, bound and helpless in the darkness. I lay there for a moment, listening to their footsteps fade away before I started to cry. Not from pain, but from the overwhelming feeling of being used and objectified.
But even as the tears fell, I couldn't help but think about how much I was going to love telling Chris every detail when I got home.
---
I managed to pull myself together and get dressed. When I walked back into the main area of the bar, I could see the smirks on their faces as they watched me. They knew what had happened, and they were all eager to hear the story. But I was going to save that for Chris. That was our little secret.
When I got home, Chris was already waiting for me. He was sitting on the couch, his eyes glued to his phone. I walked in and saw the look of excitement on his face. He knew something had happened.
"Well?" he asked, his voice eager. "How was it?"
I walked over to him and sat down, straddling his lap. I leaned in and whispered in his ear.
"It was amazing," I said, my voice full of lust. "They both had such big cocks, and they used me so rough. I couldn't believe how much I liked it. And the best part is, they didn't care if I enjoyed it or not. They just used me like I was nothing more than a fuck toy."
He groaned and leaned back, his own cock growing hard in his pants.
"Tell me more," he said, his voice begging.
I leaned back and looked at him, a wicked smile playing on my lips.
"Well, Jack was the first one to fuck me. He took me from behind while I was bent over his desk. And Eric... oh, Eric was so much bigger than I ever imagined. He fucked me so hard that I could feel it in my throat. They both came all over me, and then they left me there, tied up and covered in cum."
Chris's eyes were wide with excitement. "Did they record it?" he asked.
I nodded. "They did. And I can't wait to watch it with you later. I want you to see how much of a slut I really am for you, baby."
He nodded eagerly, his hand reaching up to stroke my thigh.
"But first," I said, leaning in to kiss him. "I need to clean up. And I want you to do it for me. Will you be my good little cuck and clean me up?"
He nodded, his eyes glazed over with lust. I could feel his cock pulsing underneath me.
"Yes, of course," he said. "Whatever you want, baby."
I stood up and took him by the hand, leading him into the bathroom. I turned on the shower and stepped in, the hot water cascading over my body. I felt his hands on me, washing away the evidence of my infidelity. It was strange, but also incredibly intimate. As he washed me, he kissed me gently, and I could feel his love and his acceptance of my actions.
Afterwards, we cuddled on the bed together. I told him every detail of what they had done to me, and he listened with rapt attention. He was so turned on by it all, and I could feel his cock getting harder and harder.
"You're mine, no matter what," he said, holding me close. "And I'm so proud of you for making this fantasy come true for me."
I looked up at him and kissed him, feeling a warmth spread through my chest.
"Thank you, baby," I said. "I'll always be here for you, no matter what you want. You're the only one I love."
And with that, we both knew that our relationship had changed forever. The lines of power had shifted, and we were both happy in our new roles. I was his slut, and he was my loving cuckold. And as we drifted off to sleep, my mind was already racing with the possibilities of what the next day would bring.