Cock Games

by

Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Coercion, FemaleDom, Masturbation, Exhibitionism, .

Desc: Sex Story: A young couple is introduced to a powerful femdom, and he is snared into a world where she playes games upon his cock.

I sat down after a hard day's work at the construction site. "Carry this! Haul that!" My boss kept ordering me around all day long. We laid shingles, and I feel like I must have carried a hundred loads of those 40-pound sacks up to the top of the roof. One over each shoulder, again and again, I hauled them up the ladder in the 90-degree heat.

I sat down on the couch, in my shorts, my hair still soaked from the shower, a cold beer in one hand and the remote in the other. I was ready for a quiet, relaxing Friday evening when...

"Slam!"

I jumped to attention at the sound of the front door closing hard. Debbie, my wife, arrived home from work, and it did not sound good. She sounded pissed. She came home pissed every night that week, and tonight sounded like the worst of all. It almost certainly had to be Loretta again, a new girl at work who was supposedly after my wife's job. Her name was Loretta, but Debbie less affectionately referred to her as "The Bitch."

"God damn fucking bitch!" I heard her yell out the name once more, talking to herself in the kitchen. "Who the hell does she think she is? Fuck! She's never gunna take my job!"

I sat back down and squatted low. I tried to mold myself into the living room couch, hoping she wouldn't notice me. After two years of marriage, I knew. It was better to leave her alone when she got like this. No matter what I said, no matter what I did, she would be sure to jump on the first word out of my mouth. Better to let her focus her anger first on the door, dog, or whatever other inanimate object might be in the way.

Unfortunately, she decided to walk right into the living room and join me.

"Get up!" She ordered me around exactly like my boss. "We're going out."

"Going out where?" I started to ask. "I'm tired. I had a hard day..."

She ignored me. Instead of listening, she walked up to the television and turned it off.

"Hey, I was watching..."

"Not anymore!"

She didn't allow me to finish any of my sentences.

... or my beer.

"We're going out. You're fine just the way you are."

I knew enough not to argue. When Debbie got into a bitchy mood, it was best to keep quite and do whatever she said. I knew her well enough to know she would calm back down again in a few minutes.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going?" She asked as I stepped down the hallway and went into the bedroom. I wanted to at least put on a shirt before we left, but I didn't dare tell her anything. I just quickly grabbed a worn t-shirt out of the closet and slipped it on without speaking.

"We're going to pay a visit to that little bitch!" She already stood in the doorway when I got back. The living room light shut off before I was half way across the room, forcing me to quicken my pace in the dim light of the early evening hours. "We've been invited to a party over at the house of Bitch Loretta and her husband."

I froze in shock at the sound of her words. I couldn't fathom why we were going to the party of a woman she so absolutely hated, but oh well! I knew enough not to argue.


Twenty minutes later we walked through two large, ornately decorated doors. We walked into the home of Loretta and her husband John. Pleasant to my surprise, Loretta did not look at all like the sly bitch Debbie made her out to be. I expected an old, overweight woman with a butt-ugly face. Instead, Loretta was short, cute, and really looked hot! She had a gorgeous face and deep set blue eyes. Her brunette hair dropped sexily to her shoulders, and her blouse dropped down sexily to her breasts. The blouse was tight fitting and nearly see-through. It nicely showed off the first few inches of two well rounded mounds on top, and I could clearly make out a black, lacy demi-bra underneath. As much as I tried to resist, I couldn't help it. I was attracted to what I saw.

"Hi bitch!" Loretta rudely greeted my wife at the door.

Clearly, their hatred for each other was mutual. I still couldn't figure out why we were at the house of a woman Loretta so clearly hated, and a woman who so clearly hated her. She offered me no further information on the drive over in the car.

"And hello Victor," Loretta did an about face and completely changed her tone with me. "I've heard so much about you, but I just can't figure out why such a gorgeous hunk of a man like you would ever choose a nasty old bitch like Debbie to marry?"

Loretta looked, and she wasn't shy about looking. I distinctly noticed the way she took a long, hard look, letting her eyes roam down and then back up the length of my body. I felt like I was being sized up for a new set of clothing.

"Hey!" Debbie noticed it too. "He's mine and you better leave him that way!"

"We'll see about that," Loretta took one more glance down, I'm sure to my crotch, and stared at it for several seconds. Her eyes broke away only after she was damn good and ready. I knew immediately this was a powerful, dominating young woman. If I only knew how dominating I would have turned around and made a run out the front door right there!

"Let me introduce you to my husband," Loretta turned to give me a fantastic view of her tight ass as she walked away. She wore shorts like mine, except hers were substantially shorter and very much tighter. I could make out the lacy black thong on the other side, and I couldn't help but keeps my eyes on her ass as she led us to the living room.

Loretta lived in a posh, tastefully decorated home. A large screen television stood up against the far wall. A pillowey couch sat up against the other. Track lighting amplified large paintings that adorned the wall. I wondered if they were as expensive as they looked, not that I would know anything about paintings.

"Oh John, come on out and meet the little bitch I told you about from work," Loretta yelled into the next room. "And please, don't bother with any formal attire."

Her last words sounded odd, but I did not bother to think much about them as I took a seat beside Debbie on the couch.

"Let's get out of here," I discretely whispered into Debbie's ear as I sat, but she only shook her head with a "no" and motioned me stay where I was.

I found myself between Debbie on my right and Loretta sitting in a recliner to my left. It was a small living room, so we sat close. Loretta crossed her long, sexy legs in front of me, her toes almost touching my own legs. I remained just as confused as when I first walked through the front door. Debbie said a party, but it didn't look like much of a party.

"Nice place you have here," I tried to say something polite.

"Thank you," Loretta accepted. "And wait until you see the basement!"

Again, I thought her words sounded odd. My first thought was of a rec room - which it was, in a sense, at least for her. If I only knew the type of rec room, I would have turned around and made a run out the front door!

"Fuck!" Debbie interrupted my thoughts.

A moment later I looked to see what startled her. John, the husband, walked in. He walked in carrying a silver tray with two glasses of wine and what looked like an assortment of chocolates arranged in a crystal dish. But I hardly noticed the wine or the chocolates. Instead, I noticed what he wore, for he wore nothing at all!

"This is my husband John," Loretta introduced him as though there was nothing unusual about him walking naked into a room. "As I told you at work, I am somewhat of a domineering woman to my subservient husband."

"Yes, I can see!" Debbie spoke in amazement.

Debbie did see! In fact, she looked right at it! My wife blatantly stared at this naked young man, and she seemed to stair mostly down at his crotch. Only then did I realize he stood hard.

"You look like you could use a drink," Loretta continued to speak as though there was nothing out of the ordinary about her husband. "Go ahead and set it down on the coffee table," She turned to him.

He did as he was told, setting the first glass on the table in front of Debbie and handing the second glass to his wife - or perhaps I should more appropriately say, his mistress. I noticed he carried in no drink for me, which gave me my first indication of the status I carried in this house.

Debbie, I also noticed, turned her head and continued to gawk the entire time. I couldn't believe this young man had simply walked into the room in the buff. And what was more, he walked in with a firm, long erection. I don't know why I didn't notice his erection at first. After all, it was hard not to notice! It clearly extended longer than what I considered average for a male. He most definitely was well endowed! I knew that was what kept Debbie's attention. She always told me how much she liked the sight of a big cock, and John had plenty of cock to look at.

"You look at John as though he's got the biggest cock you've ever seen," Loretta giggled. "That doesn't say much for Victor."

She gave me a wink, making my heart skip a beat.

"Well, um," Debbie spoke as though her mind drifted off somewhere in dreamland. "Um, I mean, I'm just a little surprised!" She started to wake up.

"I thought you said that you liked to play domineering games with your husband," Loretta spoke to my horror. "Don't you like to control Victor in the same way?"

I couldn't believe Debbie had told her! She had actually told another woman about the domineering skits we liked to play! And not just any woman, but this was her nemesis. I wondered what she told her close friends!

"Well, yes, we do," Debbie admitted shyly as she took a worried glance at me. "Sometimes, I mean, yes, once in a while, but never in public! Not like this!"

.... There is more of this story ...

The source of this story is Storiesonline

For the rest of this story you need to be logged in: Log In or Register for a Free account

Story tagged with:
Ma/Fa / Coercion / FemaleDom / Masturbation / Exhibitionism /