Be warned. What follows involves a consensual SM scene that was negotiated in advance. Without this context, it would be downright abusive and wrong. Don’t try this at home without negotiation and safewords and enthusiastic consent.
It was early in October a few years ago. After feeling lonely and depressed for at least a month, I finally decided that what I needed was to get in touch with my friends. While getting out of the house and going to the local munches is difficult in my circumstances, chatting with everyone on Facebook whose status was “available” certainly helped my mood. Reconnections were made. It was nice.
What I really didn’t expect, was a message from one of our old fuck buddies the next day, the Dom in a couple we’ve known since before the iPhone. I’ll call him Azazel. Her wife’s name will be Succubus for the purposes of this story.
“You should go fuck my whore wife. Preferably hard, and in the ass.”
Well. Okay then!
Maybe you need a little backstory. I knew that Azazel had been out of the country since the beginning of September, without his wife for various reasons. Succubus has a sky-high sex drive, and if she’s not getting laid, she gets cranky and irritable and it’s not good for anyone. It had already been 4 weeks. Something had to give. So this all made sense, from that point of view.
To make a long story short (do you have any idea how hard it is to schedule these things when everyone’s married with children?), my wife and I showed up at Succubus’ place on Friday night thanks to a scheduling rearrangement. I was excited and nervous because it had been at least four years since I had fucked her, and more to the point, I had a specific scene that I had played out in my mind basically since that last time. This is how that actually went though:
“Come on, enough chit-chat. Off to your bedroom. Get naked.” There was a lot of chit-chat. These two aren’t just sex toys to us, they’re good friends of ours. Naturally, things get off track. I meant to get back on track.
Off to her bedroom. To fold laundry. Ugh. How the hell am I supposed to top that slut like this? “Come on, let’s get on with it,” I remind her again. “Over there. On the other side of the bed, where the toys and lube are. Now get naked dammit.”
She gets undressed and we’re finally at a place where we can start. She’s super short at around 5’2″ – a full foot shorter than I – and has outsized DDD boobs that are surprisingly firm for their size. I love her firm, round tummy too – it matches her boobs, I think – but she doesn’t. She’s self conscious about her weight even when I’m obviously totally enamoured with the way she looks and feels. I take in her naked form for a few seconds before I reach around her and grab her ponytail from behind, pulling it backwards. She squeals in delight and giggles. I harden my expression.
“What’s your name, whore?”
“Um… hahaha. Um, ‘Whore’?”
“Wrong answer!” I slap her face hard. This was going exactly as I had expected it. She shudders and sighs. That was expected too. She’s literally the biggest masochist I know. “Again. What’s your name, whore?”
“Um, what? What? I don’t understand.” That deserves another slap.
“Wrong answer whore.” Another shudder and sigh, and she’s rocketing off into Subspace. I press on anyway. “How does a whore answer this question?”
“What? What question?” She appears to be stoned and couldn’t hear my question. My wife, lounging on the other side of the king-sized bed, giggles at her. I’ve still got Succubus by the ponytail.
“The question was ‘what’s you’re name?’ How does a whore answer that question?”
“I don’t know. How?” Same dopey expression. I decide not to slap her. She clearly can’t think anymore.
“What do you want it to be?”
“What?” Dopey expression. Did she not hear me, or does she not know what I mean?
“My god you’re a stupid whore. I said ‘what do you want it to be’? That’s your answer. That’s how you answer my question”
“What?” Oh, for fuck sakes!
“Repeat after me, whore. ‘What do you want it to be’?”
“I don’t know, what?” Jesus Christ, I can’t help but laugh myself.
“No. You’re not listening. Repeat after me. ‘What.'”
“What.” she finally repeats.
“Do.” I press on.
“Do”
“You want”
“You want”
“It to be?”
“Oh. What do you want it to be?”
“That’s right. You finally get it! Your name, today, will be ‘Cocksocket’. Do you like that name?”
“Oh, yes sir. Thank you sir.” Not quite as dopey now.
“Good. Get on your knees and put your whore mouth to good use, Cocksocket” I quickly drop my cargo shorts and she takes my dick in her mouth. I start to get hard as she works on me. She starts trying to stuff it it into her throat as I harden, but she’s having trouble with that today. I had already negotiated a proper facefucking with her, but evidently the extra inch I have over Azazel is more than she can handle tonight and it makes her gag. Or she’s plain out of practice. She persists though, and after a while she can kinda sorta deepthroat me.
I pull my cock out of her mouth and smear her spit all over her face with it. She loves being defiled like this, before I go back to stuffing my cock down her throat.
“That’s it Cocksocket. Make it good and sloppy. It’s the only lube you’re going to get when I stuff it in your ass.” She redoubled her efforts and did her best to slobber all over my rod. After a little while of that, I tell her to get up and bend over the side of the bed. I ditch my shirt and grab a condom out of the pocket of my cargo shorts. No, I didn’t really mean what I said about using her spit as lube.
“Spread your ass open for me, whore,” I demand. It was a diversionary tactic to stall for time while I got ready. “Now make it wink”
“What do you mean?”
Ugh.
I press a finger to her anal ring. “Right here. Tighten and relax. Over and over.” I drizzled a copious amount of Probe on the business end of my cock. “Good whore.”
I saddle up behind her and showed her the one bit of tenderness she’d see for the rest of the night from me, by sliding myself into her just gently enough. Once I was all the way inside her rectum though, that got tossed right the fuck out the window. I immediately start ramming my cock fully into her cute little butt just as hard as I could manage. She moaned her approval and that just encouraged me even more. I grab her ponytail again and pull back hard.
“You *like* that, don’t you Cocksocket?”
“Uhhhuhhhh” was about the most coherent noise to come out of her mouth. I couldn’t tell if it was an “uh huh” or a mindless groan as her brain went to mush. Whatever. Good enough for me. I stop for a second before pulling back and power-slamming her – just once – so hard their giant bed and all its occupants moved just a bit. I keep at this slow, but violent pace for a couple minutes.
“You filthy anal whore. If you like getting your ass pounded so much, cum on my cock.” She didn’t cum right away. It takes another three whole thrusts before she does. “That’s it,” I say over her gutteral groans and gasps for breath, “I love the feeling of your asshole grabbing my dick.” I look down at her tight, strong ass and swing my hand down on it as hard as I could manage, leaving a big red mark with my fingers clearly outlined. It was soon joined by another one, and another one, again and again until there was no clear outline but a big mess of redness.
And then she cums a second time. Did I mention she’s a huge masochist? Because she is. I could have not bothered with the assfucking and just beaten her ass to a dozen orgasms, if it wasn’t for the fact that I’m all about the ass fucking. This is just gravy. A little extra, just for her.
When her violent bodily contractions stop, I unceremoniously pull out of her, causing her to yelp. “Get on the bed. On your back. Pull your knees up.” I reposition myself to line up for reentry when I notice my wife lounging on the side of the bed, still fully dressed, but with a big-ass grin on her face like she’s watching her favourite porno. I was so focused on the scene that I pretty much forgot she was even there. I shoved my dick back up Cocksocket’s ass and watched with amusement as her eyes rolled back into her head and she let out a long groan.
After another couple of minutes of reaming her ass like this, she came again, and I had another idea. I pulled out and turned her over onto her front before lifting her ass into the air again. I spared no time or mercy in shoving my cock back into her rectum, but I needed to ask her for something.
“Tell your friend what I’m doing to you, Cocksocket.”
She lifted her face up a bit so she could be vaguely coherent. “Hehe. Your husband is fucking my ass.”
“Uh huh. And where’s *your* husband?”
“Not here.”
“And what does that make you?”
“Umm…”
“You’re a cheating anal whore, Cocksocket. You’re getting off on this, aren’t you?”
“Ahhhhh….. I’m getting off on getting my ass pounded.”
“Right. While your husband is away. Beg me to fuck your ass harder, you filthy slut.”
“Oh god. Please fuck my tight ass.”
“Huh. I noticed your ass isn’t very tight.” I mentioned just before I slid a finger into her anal ring next to my cock. “I bet you need even more than this.”
“Uh huh.” A second finger went in. Then a third. I know she’s capable of getting her ass fisted, and the thought crossed my mind to do exactly that tonight, but… No. I wanted to keep doing this. I also realised…
“Fuck. The condom’s slipping. I need a new one.” Pre-cum, lube, and our extended fuck session are working against me here. We take a moment to readjust and we switch to a new position. I’m on my back as I watch her add more lube to her ass and stuff three or four fingers inside herself momentarily before she sits her ass back on my cock where it belongs. I get to watch her expression instantly switch to one of desperate pleasure. I swear after 15 seconds of riding my stiff rod, she’d cum again. I reach up to grab one boob in the palm of my hand while I pinch the other nipple hard. She slams herself down on me repeatedly as her face twists and her eyelids flutter. And that’s when I feel her pussy flood my belly with her warm squirt. I slide my hand in the meeting between us, ostensibly to play with her clit and make her cum again, but when she squirts again, it covers my hand. I reach up and smear my wet hand across her face.
“Taste your squirt, Cocksocket.” Still riding my cock, she looks at me with her eyelids heavy, and opens her mouth to suck on my fingers. She cums again, moaning with my fingers still in her mouth. I feel her teeth shiver on my fingers, and I’m grateful she doesn’t bite down hard. I get a new idea about what we can do here, and we need to switch positions again.
“On your back again.” Cocksocket whines at the prospect of having to take my dick out of her *again,* but does as she was told. I roughly shove my cock back into her rectum, and with her pussy pointing up in the air and full of nothing, she’s in the perfect position. I reach down and flutter my fingers across her empty vaginal opening and it’s not long before she squirts again, this time all over herself. “That’s it jizzmop, cum all over yourself. You’re gonna get covered in all kinds of cum today.” I smear my wet hands across her tits before going back for more squirt and doing it again. She cums one last time before I figure it’s time to finish this thing while she’s still dripping her own cum all over.
I unceremoniously pull out again, smack her left tit, splashing her cum everywhere, and tell her to get down on her knees. After so many orgasms, she’s pretty wiped out and not moving very quickly, but that’s fine, because I have to take off the condom and clean my cock up a bit for the finale.
When I return from the ensuite bathroom, we’re back where we started. She’s on her knees, bobbing her head on my cock and trying to stuff it all down her throat. Except this time I’m a lot closer to cumming, and after a couple of minutes of this, I pull out and blow my load all over her whore face and tits.
“There. You get to wear that until it dries, Cocksocket.”
“Yay! Thank you!” was her response. It was fun going back to the chit-chat, and hanging out naked like it was perfectly normal to have a conversation between three naked people, one of whom is covered in jizz. Because although we had just thoroughly used each other like cum towels in the worst possible way, Azazel and Succubus aren’t just sex toys to us. They’re good friends too.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bs5y2v/because_her_husband_asked_me_to
Cocksocket FTW