The Cuckolding Game (Feeding the cuck Part 1)

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The echoes of my heels reverberated through the quiet neighborhood as I walked towards his house. The lighting from his living room cast a soft invitation to come closer.

I paused briefly to send a text to boy, “I’m here and I’m safe.”

“Hehe, enjoy, Madam,” he responded, followed by a cute emoji. I put my phone away and continued walking.

Click clack click clack

I saw T get up from the couch to greet me.

“I could hear you coming,” he said gently with a grin on his face.

“Hehe I definitely enjoy making an entrance,” I flirted.

As I removed my shoes, I felt him inspecting my outfit, which was a black low-cut blouse that billowed freely around me, paired with mesh black leggings. I made sure to angle myself so he could see I wasn’t wearing a bra.

“You look great…I really love this top on you, but you make everything look good haha.”

“Ooo I’m glad you like it, I picked it with you in mind! Besides, clothing doesn’t have to be boring.” I wrapped my arms around his neck to look up at him as he reached through the front of my blouse to grab my breasts.

“Agreed…but does it bother you that I’m always in my trackies?”

“Oh god no! If you came over to my house, I’d probably be the one wearing that!”

We chuckled and I gave him a deep kiss, exploring his mouth with my tongue, allowing a soft moan to escape my lips. He reciprocated the energy by pressing his body closer to mine.

I finally worked up the willpower to push him away and walked over to his kitchen bar. We chatted about work, hobbies, and family. We warmed up to each other again after a week apart, and I could feel the tension building, watching his eyes trace my body.

He suddenly leaned over and kissed me, hungrily inhaling me. I melted into him.

I pulled away and asked: “Are we just gonna keep standing around or what.”

“No, let’s fuck first.”

I smiled as he took my hand and led me into his bedroom. I felt the familiar aches from my pussy, just dying for his touch. My heart began racing. I loved the anticipation.

He turned around and firmly pushed me onto his bed. He leaned over me and used the weight of his body to pin me down. I’d come to love this physical pressure because I felt safe and small.

The thought quickly disappeared as we locked lips and gently caressed each other. He leaned back, took his clothes off except for his briefs, and then grabbed my legs.

“I want you to unwrap me like a present,” I said coyly. He grinned and kissed me again, hovering his body over mine. His fingers found the top of my leggings and started peeling them off slowly, revealing red thong panties.

“Oh my god…” his voice trailed off. He exhaled and came in for another kiss, this time, with more urgency and passion.

I grabbed his face and neck to bring him in closer to me. My hands then grazed his strong shoulders, scratching his back with my fingernails, making my way down his perfect abs. At this point, my hips raised desperately to meet the bulge in his briefs.

My breathing had quickened and I knew I was so incredibly wet. I always got this way with him.

He noticed how I was moving and added to my torture – he kissed my breasts and sucked on my nipples, which made me gasp and arch my back. I shivered at his every touch.

He finally moved to pull my top off, throwing it aside while also removing his briefs to expose his raging hard-on. I was salivating.

I rotated my body so that my head now faced upward towards him. He chuckled because he knew what I wanted to do.

“I want to taste you and feel you in my throat.”

He groaned as I reached up to kiss his balls and stroke his cock. I made my way up his shaft and took the tip very delicately, slowly swirling my tongue. He was delicious. I felt him buckling from the sensations and heard him moan from the pleasure. I then watched him move very slowly, thrusting his cock deeper into my mouth, coating it messily with my saliva. As soon as his shaft was moistened, he increased his speed to fuck my face as quickly as he could move and as deep as my throat would allow.

I wanted to work hard for him so I relaxed my jaw and imagined opening it even more. I moved my throat so that it could massage and milk him. I heard him groan and I knew it felt amazing, which only encouraged me to work harder. I grabbed his ass to help him push deeper into me.

“That’s enough. Now I want to fuck you.”

By now, my pussy was slick and dripping all over his bed. I was dazed but rotated myself so he could use another one of my holes. I was dying to be filled.

The first thrust that starts off the night is often my favorite feeling. In that very brief moment, I could feel every ridge and vein, every push and pull. With him, it was always slow and sensual as he looks down at me, holding my gaze. I felt as if he wanted nothing more than to plunge deeper into me.

As his thrusts quickened, I felt the heat rise to my cheeks. I closed my eyes and became lost in his energy. I felt him still gazing at me, which made me smirk and lick my lips. I loved feeling him inside me and I knew he loved it too.

I finally opened my eyes and looked straight at him, engaging my kegels now that playtime was over. I always enjoyed seeing how long he would last when I gripped his cock.

He gasped and thrust even harder. I felt his balls tightening and his cock swelling. I wrapped my legs around his waist to lock him in, tightening my kegels even more. With one final thrust, he groaned, shuddered, and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. He collapsed on top of me and I felt his whole body shake as he continued to cum deep into me.

I slowly released my grip on him and it caused him to shake even more.

“It feels like I have full control over you right now” I giggle playfully.

“The joystick is definitely in your…hands…”

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ntg7pv/the_cuckolding_game_feeding_the_cuck_part_1