F - The Cuckold

The Cuckold

I could see him behind the camera as I started to strip. Waiting to cry
'action' no doubt. I stood to remove the thong he insisted I wear and I
even remembered how to manage it 'sexily'. I was being a very good
girl... but only by being very bad.

I turned to face the young man lying on the bed. He looked so
vulnerable, so unsure. Well, that made two of us. So smooth and shiny,
like a sacrificial offering, which in a way, I suppose he was. I
stretched to let the boy see my body. My chest rose with my arms and my
stomach tautened. But his eyes were drawn to my cunt. Newly shaved of
course on the orders of my husband. I moved over to where his head was
laying. I turned to look at my husband. I saw him mouth the words 'fuck
him'.

'Okay' I thought. 'I'll give you something to watch, but don't blame me
if it's not what you expect.'

I climbed onto the bed and lifted my thigh over the boy's shoulders. I
swear he flinched. Poor little rabbit. Tough. I didn't see him turning
my husband's offer down. What was he? 18? 19? Probably missed the
self-respect lesson at school. Sorry little man, but you should be
careful what you wish for. I pushed my cunt into his face and grabbed
the back of his head.

I was soaking. I looked down and I could see my juice on his face,
reflecting the light of the video camera. I cupped his skull, with my
hands just behind his ears, and moved my cunt up and down his face. My
clit nudged against his nose on the upstroke and against his chin on
the way down, each of his hairs like a tiny fingernail grazing me. I
was flooding. He tried to lick me as I moved, struggling to push his
tongue into my cunt, desperate to fill his mouth with my juices, but I
wouldn't let him. He may as well have been a scratching post. He was
there only for me to rub myself against.

I glanced quickly at my husband. He didn't seem too impressed at my
'writhing'. He wasn't standing behind the camera, he was looking
straight at me. And there I was, grinding myself against some other
man's face and enjoying it... no, loving it. I could see my husband
didn't like it, and that look on his face was all it took to make me
cum harder than I had in years. I pulled the boy's head in tight and my
thighs clamped around his neck. I fell forward. He was now completely
flat on his back. I pushed against his chin and froze. Teeth clenched.
Anus sealed. Toes curled. Fuck. I looked around again and smiled at my
husband, reaching round and pressing my still tight cheeks for some
leverage. I raised myself and allowed the boy to breathe easily for a
moment.

I lifted my thigh, shakily, and twisted my body round so I was facing
the camera lens at the foot of the bed. My husband had half-turned
away. 'Too late for that now', I thought. I was straddling the boy's
face but I didn't lower myself yet. First I wanted my husband to watch
me consume another man's cock. I got myself into position. I lay on the
boy's chest, my cunt enticingly close and just within reach of the tip
of his tongue. I spread my legs apart as far as I could and I felt my
labia open up to his gaze. Then I was ready.

I looked down at him. Neatly trimmed fair hair. His cock was pale and
slender, his foreskin, saturated with pre cum, easily pulled back to
reveal a shining glans screaming 'suck me' in pink neon. I trailed my
fingers through the hair all around his groin. As my fingertips stroked
his balls, I felt them moving. They followed my nails as if they were
magnetised. I gripped his cock and looked at it. It was sweet. It
looked as youthful as its owner. This cock looked 'unspoilt' and I
smiled at the thought that I had become one of those women that lads
like this dream about. Don't worry, you'll never forget this blow
job.

I lowered my head until I was level with the base of the boy's cock.
The trail of pre cum was moistening the hairs beneath it. I took a
gentle lap at the hair. My mouth immediately filled with longing, and I
could feel a trickle of juice escaping my own cunt. I looked up and
made sure I was looking straight into the camera. I moved in closer to
the cock, opened my mouth to free my tongue, and slowly, slowly licked
up the entire length of the shaft. I licked lazily, indifferently,
almost condescendingly, but above all, wantonly. And I made sure that
my husband would have this face on camera forever.

I moved my head side on to the boy's cock. I reached down and pushed my
fingers into my cunt, brought my hand back and gripped him hard. I
rubbed his shaft just three times and moved my hand away, leaving a
thin covering of my juice. I leaned in and encircled it with my mouth.
My head moved along the shaft, my lips playing on the side of his cock.
I bit gently and felt him pull away. I bit him again harder. Now I
wanted all of him.

Grabbing his cock with both hands, I pulled myself up. I stared across
at my husband, still unhappy, but obviously turned on in spite of
himself. 'Go on', I said. 'I want to see you play with yourself.' I
waited until he had started to rub himself then I told him, 'this is my
cock.'

I pushed my hips down and back, my juices scalding the boy's face as I
ground and ground in an attempt to push myself ever further onto his
bony skull. I let my head drop, my mouth wide to take the head of that
cock as far inside as I could. I was fucking insatiable. I kissed and
licked, and sucked, and mouth fucked that cock as if it was the last
cock I would ever see. I covered my face with it, I cleaned my teeth
with it. It was mine and I devoured it.

The boy started to tense up. I moistened my little finger on his cock,
reached around under his arse, and slipped it into his anus. Of course,
this was too much for him. With my free hand gripping his cock, I moved
my face directly above and behind it. I glared over at my husband.
Don't miss the close up. I rubbed once, twice... the boy grabbed me
hard and drove his face onto my cunt, his nose forcing itself against
my anus, his hands stretching my cheeks apart. Then he came. He came
and he came. Jet after jet of sperm, hot and electric, covering my face
in a white veil, filling my mouth and still coming. And I started to
laugh. I heard the boy cry 'fuck me!' Still laughing, I looked over at
my husband. I couldn't make him out properly, there was cum in my
eyes... there was cum everywhere. There he was. I beckoned him over,
but he didn't move.

I got up from the bed. I walked over to where he was standing. Cum was
dripping off my face. I couldn't imagine what he would be thinking. I
didn't care. This was his idea. I took his hand and forced it between
my thighs. His fingers slid easily into my cunt and I started to ride
them. I looked up at him, wrapped my arm around his neck and pulled him
down to kiss me.

As his tongue cleaned the last of the cum from my face, we both knew
that our movie had a new director.