Broken Vows - A Cuckold Story (Intro Part - 7 Nick)
Copyright© 2026 by BethanyBelow
Chapter 11: Using Sammie
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 11: Using Sammie - This is Part 7 of my original story, BROKEN VOWS, which is a cuckold story series with some dark undertones. This story is from Nick's perspective as the husband. I only began writing stories a few months ago, so please email, comment, and vote. I appreciate your feedback, as I would like to improve! You can follow on X @WordyBitchBeth & Reddit: u/bethanybelow
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Blackmail Coercion Consensual NonConsensual Reluctant BiSexual Heterosexual Cheating Cuckold Sharing Wife Watching Wimp Husband DomSub MaleDom Humiliation Spanking Analingus Cream Pie Masturbation Oral Sex Spitting Voyeurism
I did not answer out loud. I just nodded. My cock was already thickening against my thigh.
Richard hit the back of her head again, lighter this time. “Get to it, bitch.”
Sammie set her beer down and crawled the short distance to my chair. I marveled that this petite, beautiful girl was just nineteen and had been more sexual just this evening than Sarah had been her entire life.
When Sammie reached me, she pushed my knees apart and took my cock in her tiny hand and began to stroke it. I was already hard again. She looked up at me once, eyes still a little red, then leaned in and licked the head. Her tongue was warm and slow.
“You can call me Sarah again if you want,” she said. “If that makes you feel better or if it makes this easier for you. I thought that was sort of hot.”
She then bent down and took me into her mouth carefully at first, lips sliding down the shaft, then started bobbing her head. She used her tongue on the underside and sucked when she came up. It was different from the rough face-fucking earlier. This was deliberate. She took me deeper on every few strokes until the head was hitting the back of her throat again. She gagged once, softly, then kept going. Spit ran down my cock and onto my balls. One hand worked what she couldn’t fit, while the other rested on my thigh.
I put a hand on the back of her head, not forcing, just resting there. She moaned around me. The vibration went straight through my cock. I thought about Sarah and how she would have pulled off by now, how she would have said she did not like the taste or that it was too much. Sammie just kept going. She pulled off for a second, strings of spit connecting her lips to the head, and looked up.
“Do you want to fuck my pussy or my ass?” she asked. Her voice was hoarse. “You can pick. I do not care.”
I was still drunk enough that the question did not feel strange. “Why the fuck not? You pick.”
She stood up, turned around, and lowered herself onto my cock. She chose her pussy. She was wet and tight, and she sank down until I was all the way inside her. Her heat made me groan. She started riding me, hands on my knees for balance, ass moving in my lap. I could see the red marks from Richard’s hand on her cheeks. She was quiet at first, then started making small sounds every time she dropped down. I reached around and found her clit with two fingers. She gasped and rode harder, grinding against my hand, and soon the living room was filled with the clapping noise of her ass meeting my thighs and moans coming from her mouth.
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