My husband and I met in college. I always did well in school, and ended up in academia. He was my student, and invited me out for a drink after he graduated. One thing led to another, and it turns out he is much younger, we have great chemistry. He has always looked up to me as the older, professional in our relationship, and I do enjoy steering what happens in our relationship.
I mention this because I want it to be clear that I cuck my husband because I love him, it is our shared fetish, and I have his consent. Mostly.
It’s the mostly that gets me in trouble.
Part of our play includes him encouraging me to ‘make mistakes’ or get so turned on that I somehow lose my faculties to specific men in our lives. The reality is, I talk a great game with my husband, give him some sloppy head and make him cum. Most guys don’t capture my interest like that, so most of the time it is just a fantasy.
This semester the new provost dean started. He is overseeing my department at the college, and fits the description of the kind of men I like. Older, experienced, intelligent. He was a football player at the college when he attended as a student, and kept a lot of the physique.
For economic reasons, the college is restructuring. This is a polite way of saying there will be a 35% headcount reduction, and in our first meeting, my provost asked me if I liked working for the college. He stared at me grimly across his desk, and I found myself interviewing for my tenure track position.
I’m supposed to ask for consent before I play, but I guess being cornered by the patriarchy pushed some buttons. Part of the reason I am highly successful in my role is because I am willing to do what it takes to be successful. It would not be the first cock I sucked to make a man happy and helpful, and it likely won’t be the last.
That’s what I expected anyway, but that isn’t what happened. That’s where the trouble starts.
It didn’t take long for me to kneel behind his desk and pull out my tits. I’m busty AND smart – when a man makes a power play like this, they’re looking to be pleased. When he unzipped his slacks and pulled it out was when I knew this could be a problem. He was huge, of course. Pulling a stunt like this had big dick energy, so I was not exactly surprised. What did surprise me was his tip. His cock head was huge, and he had a ton of foreskin around his glorious uncut glans. What surprised me was how hard he was, and how much he was leaking. The scent of his fluid filled my nose, and I felt that first flutter where I felt like I was losing control.
He used my mouth, and oh goodness did I struggle on his cock. My husband is small side of average, and has thin salty seven. The provost pushed the crown of his cock into my mouth, and I was already maxing out. I wrapped my fingers around his thickness, and worshipped his cockhead like good girls do. His taste filled my mouth, and it was so different than my husband’s. Earthy, musky, thick…
He wasn’t gentle. My makeup was running from his effort, but pretty soon he had me over his desk with my skirt up. He didn’t ask if he could, and didn’t ask if he should wear a condom… nothing. He pushed the head of his cock against me, and I didn’t even try to stop it. I tasted him on my lips as I felt him press against my opening. I think I screamed when I felt myself dialate around his cock when he thrust it in. His hand was over my mouth in an instant and he took me hard right there over his desk. He didn’t last long, but long enough to make me scream meekly into his hand as I came a few times
He is easily the biggest I have had, and this first time was the most challenging. He fucked me mercilessly over his desk – it felt like ny screams turned him on. I found out later this was true. The first thrust where I felt his length inside me made me reconsider if I had ever really been fucked before. I came on him when he pressed into me that first time, and panted. When his cum splashed right on my cervix (another time I came), I knew that I was in trouble. I had always wanted this kind of treatment, but I couldn’t articulate it. As he pulled out, and I felt him slowly leaking out of me, I knew I needed this.
Meekly, I lowered my skirt just in time to see my provost pick up a small tablet that had been sitting on the shelf. He flipped it around, and showed me the replay of me being a whore for him (his words, my nervous excited tingle). I don’t think I really understood his answer to my indignation response. He said it was insurance to keep me from talking to anyone about what happened here, and if I talk the footage is going to a special adult media producer.
It’s an asshole move on his part – I might have consented if he asked. I haven’t told him about my old accounts from when I was an undergrad, or what he might find out there if he looked. No. Definitely an asshole move, but I like his approach.
After I got back to my office and cleaned up a little before going home, I found that I had a calendar invite from my provost for tomorrow. I guess I still have a job for now.
The real question- do I tell my husband about this???
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Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/xkfrax/nsfw_provost_dean_boss_dom_50sm_cuckolds_my30f
Should she tell her husband about that? Hmm. Not right away. Let it play out for a while. Then she can decide what to do
Good start to your writing journey.
She should play into his cuck fetish, make him suggest the Provost as the perfect bull. Set it up so that both he *and* she can be fulfilled while making the Provost their bitch and flipping the blackmail on him but decide – in the end – to keep him for the sexual balance.
Oh geesh, I’m so sorry! My comment made me sound like I *didn’t* like the story. I *LOVE* the story! I *like* that everyone seems to have some kind of agency! And everyone seems ok with how the power is balanced! It’s cool!