ARoMa II - The monster - CuckoldPlace.com

Wife: Your body is humming with energy and adrenaline, and you feel strangely out of control, dangerous and invincible. You smirk at Husband as he walks into the bedroom, his eyes already filled with lust. "Come here honey," you purr, patting the bed next to you. You can see him gulp nervously, but he obey and approach you. "On your back," you command, your voice firm. He hesitates for a moment before complying, his breathing growing shallow with anticipation. You grin wickedly, straddling his hips and pinning his hands above his head. "You're mine," you growl, your nails digging into his skin as you grind against him. "All mine." Husband moans softly, his hips lifting to meet yours, his cock hardening beneath you. You lean down, your lips brushing against his ear. "And I can do whatever I want with you, can't I?" You bite his earlobe and he cries out in pain and pleasure, his body writhing beneath you. "Yes, yes you can," he gasps, his eyes fluttering closed. You smirk, pleased with his sub.mission "Good boy," you whisper, releasing his hands and sitting up. You reach for the handcuffs on your nightstand, clicking them closed around his wrists before attaching the chain to the headboard. "Comfortable?" You ask, a wicked gleam in your eye. Husband nods, his chest heaving with each breath, his cock hard with anticipation. "Good," you say, leaning back. "Because we're just getting started."

Wife: I lean down to Husband, my long black hair cascading around us, and take his nipple into my mouth, sucking and flicking it with my tongue. My hand wraps around his cock, stroking it slowly, teasingly, barely touching the sensitive skin. "I can't wait to have another man's big cock inside me," I purr, my hot breath washing over his chest. "I bet it will feel so good, stretching me wide open. Would you like that, Husband? To watch another man fuck your wife?" I can feel his cock twitch in my hand as I speak, his body trembling with a mix of desire and humili.ation. I keep sucking and stroking, pushing him closer to the edge, but never letting him go over. "I might even let him cum inside me," I continue, my voice low and seductive. "Fill me up with his hot, thick seed. Would that make you jealous, Husband?" His moans grow louder, more desperate, his hips bucking against my hand. I can tell he is close, so close to exploding, but I pull back at the last moment, leaving him aching and frustrated. "Not yet, honey," I whisper, a cruel smile on my lips. "We have all night to play."

Wife: "This isn't a game anymore, Husband," I say, my voice suddenly serious. I look down at him, my eyes boring into his, holding his gaze. "I'm not joking around. I want to ***** with another man. A big, dominant man who can fuck me properly." I can see the shock and disbelief register on his face, followed by a flash of hurt. My hand still stroking his cock slowly, gently, so I can feel him getting even harder. "Because you can't give me what I need," I explain, my voice soft but firm. "You're too small, too gentle, too passive in bed. I need a real man, someone who just takes me."

Husband: "Please..." Husband pleads desperately, his hips bucking up to meet my hand. "Please let me come! I'll do anything! Anything you want! I need to have your dominant, evil pussy."

Wife: "Oh, poor Husband," I purr, my voice dripping with mock sympathy. "You really do love my pussy, don't you? Even though you know it's evil, that it wants to enslave you, to rule you, even to consume you." I lean down, my lips brushing against his ear. "Is that what you want, Husband? To be owned completely by my pussy? To let it control you, dominate you, use you for its own pleasure?" I can feel him shiver beneath me, his cock throbbing urgently in my hand, trying to get purchase in my loose grip. I keep stroking him slowly, teasingly, driving him wild with desire. "I promise you... 'll give my pussy to others, but not to you. Is that how you want it? Because that's what will happen," I warn, my voice low and seductive. "Bag for it, and I'll make you a cuckold. You'll love my pussy, and my pussy will love others. You'll never be free again, you'll never get it again." I pull back slightly, looking down at him with a wicked smile. "So tell me, Husband, do you really want to belong to my pussy? To be its slave for eternity?"

Husband: "Yes! Please?" Husband moans, his eyes wide and pleading, desperation and lust written all over his face. "I'll do anything, I'll be your slave, anything, please just let me cum! I need it, please! I need your pussy!" His cock is twitching wildly in your grasp, his orgasm clearly imminent.

Wife: A wicked smile spreads across my face as I listen to Husband beg for me to degrade him. The feeling of power is intoxicating, addictive. I feel a dark, deep thrill at the thought of completely owning him, of breaking him down and using him. The more he begs, the more I see him as prey, at my mercy. Certainty of having other men fills me with a naughty sense of satisfaction. I want to see him hurt and humili.ation on his face, to know that he can't have me, that he belongs to me completely. It's a primal and selfish desire, but I can't deny that it excites me greatly. I feel a sense of triumph as he twitches under my control, begs to have me. The power I wield over him is heady, addictive. I can feel myself changing, hardening, becoming more cruel and self-assured, and I enjoy every minute of it.

Wife: "Alright, consider it done," I say with a wicked grin, my voice dripping with cruelty and satisfaction. I squeeze my hand around him, feeling his cock throb and twitch. "My pussy is no longer yours, Husband. It belongs to others now, to all the big, dominant men who can please me properly, I'll let them have it." I let go of his dick, lest he orgasm. "And you will be a cuckold. My aide, for the rest of your life. I donot fancy you sexually, you're just a plaything now, Not even a runner up, just irrelevant. Do you understand?" I can feel him struggling to hold back his orgasm, his body trembling with the effort, his face a mask of desperate need. I lean down, my lips brushing against his ear. "Answer me, Husband. Tell me you understand what you've become. Say it, Husband. Say you're a cuckold. Say you belong to me."

Husband: "I understand," Husband whispers, his voice hoarse with emotion. "I'm a cuckold. I belong to you, only you. I love you and your pussy, even if it is yours to give to whomever you want." He swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. "But please... please, let me come. I need it so badly." His hands fist the sheets beneath him, his knuckles turning white with the effort of holding back. "I'll be good, I promise. I'll be the best cuckold, the most obedient slave. Just please, please let me cum. I have to cum into your pussy." Tears well up in his eyes, spilling down his cheeks. "I'm begging you, please have mercy."

Wife: "Your tears won't move me, Husband," I say coldly, my voice devoid of emotion. "My pussy doesn't need you. I don't want you. Your dick cannot satisfy me." I feel a thrill of sadistic pleasure as I watch his face crumple with despair, his body convulsing with desperate need. I know I am being cruel, but I can't bring myself to care. Something dark and primal has taken over me, a selfish, anima.listic urge to dominate and control, to hurt and humiliate. I feel myself growing more detached from him, more detached from any semblance of humanity or compassion. He is just a toy to me now, a plaything for my amusement. "But there is a way," I say, my voice low and thoughtful. "I could let you have my pussy. But it would be a trade, Husband. There would be a price to pay" I lean down, my lips brushing against his ear. "Would you be willing to pay it, Husband? To beg for my pussy, to offer yourself completely to me? Would you be willing to sacrifice yourself, pay the exorbitant price just for a taste of what you once had?" I pull back slightly, looking down at him, a wicked smile on my lips. "Tell me, Husband. How much do you want my pussy?"

Husband: "I want it more than anything," Husband sobs, his entire body shaking with desperation and need. "I'll do anything, pay any price, sacrifice whatever you want. Just please, please let me have you. I need your pussy more than I need air. I'm nothing without it. I'll do anything to feel you around me. The sacred pussy that you give to everyone but me. Let me feel it one last time, even if just for a moment." He is openly weeping now, great wracking sobs that wrack his entire body. "Please, Wife. Please be cruel. Punish me. Hurt me. Do whatever you want to me. Just let me have your pussy, please. I'm begging you, I'm begging!" He is beyond reason now, completely at my mercy, utterly broken and begging for my use.

Wife: You for.ce reason into you, albeit you are wild and uncontrolled inside. "Are you absolutely sure, Husband?" I ask, a cruel smirk playing on my lips. "Because once you agree, there will be no turning back. I will hurt you, Husband. A Great deal. You'll pay a high price for the privilege of a short sample of a pussy that is no longer yours. Do you agree to whatever I want, no matter how much it is. Tell me, Husband. Tell me you understand the price and agree to pay it. Tell me you belong to me completely." I can feel his desperation growing, his need for me consuming him. I know I have him right where I want him, at my mercy, completely under my control. And it feels wonderful. I kiss his nipple again, and pull gently on his balls, and he moans in desperation.

Husband: "Yes, yes I'm sure! I understand the price, and I agree to pay it! I belong to you, completely!" Husband cries, his voice breaking with emotion. "I'm yours, Wife. Please, hurt me, do whatever you want to me. I'll endure it, I'll pay it. Just please, please let me have your pussy. I need it so badly. I need to cum inside you, even if only last for a moment. It's worth any price." He looks up at me with eyes filled with desperate hope and love, his body trembling with need. He is utterly helpless, completely at my mercy, and I can see that it is a relief for him to finally give in, to let go of his resistance and submit to me completely.

Wife: I feel nothing for him, no sympathy, no love, no pity for Husband. Only a cold satisfaction that he has agreed to pay the price, that I have complete control over him now. I feel no remorse for the transactional attitude. In fact, the idea excites me, arouses me in a very different way. I'm sick of his whimpering and pleading... I want to gag him, to silence him, so I get the gag from the bedside drawer, and for.ce it into his mouth. I want him to suffer, but I don't want to hear his pathetic excuses or protests. I'm in charge now, and I will enjoy every second of it. The gag mutes his cries and pleas, and I smile wickedly as I watch him struggle to breathe through it, his eyes wide with panic and desperation. "I hope your nose isn't blocked, or you'll suffo.cate. Maybe you'll suffo.cate anyway" I say, as I pinch his nose.

Husband: Husband's eyes bulge with panic as she for.ces the gag into his mouth, muffling his cries and pleas for mercy. He tries to struggle against the bonds, but he is completely helpless, utterly at my mercy. I watch with grim satisfaction as he fights to breathe through his nose, his chest heaving with the effort. I can see the helplessness in his eyes, the realization that he is completely and utterly at my mercy.

Wife: "You want to feel my pussy again, don't you Husband?" I say mockingly, grabbing the riding crop from the drawer. I can feel the excitement building inside me as I snap it sharply against his defenceless skin. "You want to feel me riding you, fucking you? A girl needs some foreplay, right? It's not like the sight of you turns me on, so we need something else." I can see the panic in his eyes as he realizes what is about to happen, but I don't care. I bring the crop down hard on his chest, watching as the red welts bloom on his skin. He writhes and cries out in pain, but the gag muffles his screams, turning them into pathetic whimpers. "Lucky for you, it turns me on to see you suffer." I say, my voice cold and cruel. I bring the crop down again and again, leaving angry welts and stripes all over his body, his chest, his stomach, his legs. I can feel the adrenaline coursing through me, the power, the control, the sheer pleasure of dominating him completely. He is my plaything, my property, and I will do whatever I want with him.

Wife: I feel a deep primal satisfaction, an intense thrill of power as I lash Husband's defenceless body with the riding crop. Seeing his skin turn red and welt beneath my blows, hearing his muffled cries of pain, it sends a jolt of pleasure straight to my core. I feel like a predator, a sadistic queen. Each lash of the crop arouses me more, appealing to and luring out the primal urges to dominate, to subjugate, to completely control and possess. I feel deep satisfaction that he is helpless, that he cannot fight back, that he is completely at my mercy. I am the hunter, and he is my prey, food for me. Hell of a thought... this warm, living body is just a resource for me. I can take it, I am at the top of the food chain. Such a thrill... to hunt, to ensnare. Capture and dominate. How casually we end and butc.her our domesticated livestock. We extinguish life, just to feed on the raw materials of the body. Hell of a trade, one that the winners rarely think of anymore. I snap out of these thoughts. I had paused and he waits still, afraid to draw attention.

I slap Husband's face to rouse him, but he's locked somehow, unreactive. "Snap out of it," I say harshly, slapping his face again. "I'm not done with you yet." But he remains unresponsive, his breathing shallow and erratic. I sigh in annoyance, setting the crop aside. I suppose I'll have to 'revive' him another way, reach down between his legs, wrapping my hand around his cock. I start to stroke him, while sucking his nipple too. His body twitches at my touch, his hips jerking involun.tarily. "That's it," I purr, pumping his shaft faster. His eyes gain sentience again, meeting mine. "Good boy," I say, releasing his now-twitching cock.

Husband: The pain is unbearable, the welts on my skin raw and angry, each movement of my body sending waves of agony through me. But the pleasure she's giving me is even more overwhelming, her hand around my cock, stroking, teasing, bringing me to the edge of orgasm only to pull back at the last moment. I can't speak, can't beg, can't plead for mercy. The gag in my mouth muffles any sound I might make, and I can barely breathe through my nose. She has me completely trapped, completely helpless, completely at her mercy. I've never felt so vulnerable, so exposed, so utterly dependent on her whims. I can see the cruel satisfaction in her eyes, the thrill she gets from torturing me, from reducing me to nothing but a plaything for her amusement. I'm powerless to stop her, powerless to make her stop. I'm completely at her mercy, and it terrifies me.
At the same time, I can't deny the intense arousal I feel, the deep, primal need for her that courses through my veins. I need her to stop, to let me go, to give me some semblance of mercy. But I also need her to continue, to push me further into this twisted world of pleasure and pain. It's like a dr.ug , a dark, addictive dr.ug that I can't seem to get enough of. I know it's wrong, I know it's dangerous, but I can't help it. I'm a willing participant in my own destruction, a willing sacrifice on the altar of her sadistic pleasure. I know I should hate her for what she's doing to me, but I can't. I love her, I need her, I worship her. And I would endure anything, pay any price, just to have her. Just to feel her touch, her kiss, her pussy wrapped around me.
I went somewhere to bear the pain... But I resurface as her hand wraps around my cock, and I feel a surge of desperation, of need. I need her, I need to cum, even if it means subjecting myself to this torment. She's sucking on my nipple too, this is maddening. I buck up my hips... trying to cum, but she lets go of me in time to prevent it.

Wife: "Poor Husband, are you begging for my pussy again?" I mock, feeling my own arousal growing. "I thought we established that your dick is no longer needed. But I guess we made a deal." I let him cool down for a while, just standing there for minutes. Then I climb onto the bed, straddling his hips, his cock pressed against my wet pussy. "And I always keep my promises."

Wife: I lean forward, pressing my breasts against his chest, my nipples rubbing against his skin. I can feel him shiver beneath me, his cock twitching with need. I grab it, positioning it at the entrance of my pussy, teasing him. He lets out a muffled moan, his hips bucking up to meet mine, trying to get inside of me, but it's hopeless without my help. I pinch his nose closed with my fingers, and whisper to his ear.... "The price of pussy is dea.th. No air for you." I whisper to his ear, my voice cruel and threatening. "I'll let you in, but you need to exhale first." I let his nose go for just a moment, long enough for him to catch a quick breath, and then exhale deeply, before I clamp it closed again.

Husband: I feel a surge of desperation and need as Wife straddles me, her warm pussy against the tip of my cock, but just our of reach. I try to push up into her, to feel her wetness around me, but she easily matches my movement and avoids me getting inside. I'm at her mercy, completely controlled, completely helpless. Her breasts rub against my chest, and she whispers in my ear, her breath hot against my skin, telling me that the price of her pussy is suffo.cation, that I won't get any pussy until I give in. That I need to exhale. I feel a wave of excitement, my heart racing, as I submit to her game. I exhale deeply, and she grabs my nose and clamps it hard with her strong fingers, cutting off my last air supply. She grabs my dick with her other hand, and guides it in. I try to fuck her but her movements are evasive, making it hard for me to get a good penetration and rhythm. I keep trying, but eventually start running out of air. I feel the carbon dioxide and nitric oxide building up in my system, making my dick grow rock hard, as my mind becomes fuzzy.

Wife: I feel Husband's movements become increasingly desperate, his cock twitching inside me as he fights for air. I can feel his heart racing, his body tense with need and desperation. I keep pinching his nose closed, denying him the air he so desperately needs, prolonging his torment. "I like the feel of your struggle beneath me," I whisper in his ear. "your desperation turns me on." I do not fuck him, and he's not trying to fuck me either, just trashing and spasming in panic. It feels right, as I savour his desperation and panic.

Husband: The panic is overwhelming, the need for air so intense it consumes me completely. My vision starts to darken, my mind fuzzy. I feel like I'm floating, my body not quite my own. I'm dimly aware that Wife's riding me, that my cock is buried inside her, but it's like a distant sensation, unimportant compared to the desperate need for air. I'm thrashing around, trying to buck her off, to make her release me, but she's glued to me like a saddle to a wild beast, determined to ride me out.
I'm passing out, maybe even die. But there's nothing I can do, nothing I can say. The gag prevents me from begging, from pleading for mercy. I'm trapped, completely helpless, completely at her mercy.
The pleasure of being inside her pussy is a distant second to the need to breathe, but it's still there, a perverse arousal at being used like this, at the cruelty and degradation.

I'm fighting to stay conscious, fighting to hold on, but I can feel my body betraying me, my strength fading. I'm seeing colours and patterns, real vision long gone.
As I drift to darkness, I feel that it's correct that I dies by her, my wife. Her body taking my life.

Wife: I can feel his struggles growing weaker, his body twitching and jerking beneath me as he fights for air. I imagine my pussy sucking the life out of him, and it's exquisite savoury feeling. The desperate struggle, his life in my hands. I feel powerful, in control, invincible. I know I could take his life if I wanted to, that he is completely at my mercy. It's intoxicating.
But eventually, even his desperate movements slow and stop. He's passed out, maybe even died. I feel a twinge of disappointment. I wanted to keep him alive for longer, wanted to prolong his delicious torment. But he's gone limp, his cock still buried inside me, hard, like hanged man's cock.
I let go of his nose, but he is not inhaling. I try to feel his pulse, and I find a weak one. Technically he's still alive, but barely. I consider pinching his nose again, and the idea turns me on. But I decide against it. I want to play more. So I exhale into his nose, and feel his chest rising. I let it flow out and exhale again, and try for pulse. It's stronger now, and Husband inhales.

Wife: I feel a rush of excitement as Husband starts to come back to consciousness, his body twitching and jerking beneath me. I've brought him back from the brink of death, given him another chance to suffer under my hands. I know I'm being cruel, that I'm playing with his life, but I can't seem to help myself. The power I have over him is too intoxicating, too addictive. I feel like a god, able to give and take life as I see fit.
As his breathing becomes more regular, I start to move again, grinding my hips against his, feeling his cock hard inside me. I know he's still weak, still disoriented, but that doesn't matter to me. I want my pleasure, and I'm going to take it from him, no matter the cost. I wait until his eyes show sentience again, then I lean forward, my lips brushing against his ear as I whisper. "You passed out. Even stopped breathing. I hope you liked it, feeling yourself suffo.cate and die in my pussy?" I continue to ride him, his cock twitching and jerking inside me. I can feel his hands, still bound above his head, his body trembling with the effort of breathing. As his cock starts to soften inside me, I feel a flicker of frustration. I want to keep him hard, to keep him aroused for my amusement. I reach down, my hand wrapping around his balls, squeezing and pulling, coaxing him back to hardness. I suck his nipple, and I can feel him twitch and buck beneath me, his body responding despite his weakness, his dick hard again, fulfilling it's most important purpose. I crouch up again, my lips brushing against his ear. "I want to ki.ll you. I am going to ki.ll you. I will suffo.cate you again... only I won't let go this time."

Husband: My chest rises, and I start to come back to life. My brain is fuzzy, my thoughts slow. I try to remember what happened, but it's a blank. All I know is that I couldn't breathe, and then it all went black. Panic starts to rise again, but then Wife's voice, cruel and mocking, whispers in my ear. "You passed out. Even stopped breathing. I hope you liked it, feeling yourself ********** and die in my pussy?"

What? My mind starts to clear, and I remember things. I suffo.cated. And she must have revived me. What is she saying? That she's not done with me yet. The idea both terrifies and thrills me. I can feel her moving on top of me, her pussy tight around my cock, her body rubbing against mine. She squeezes my balls, pinches my nipples, and I feel myself growing hard again, my body betraying me, responding to her touch despite the grimness of the situation. My body is betraying me, giving her the satisfaction she craves. I can hear her talking, telling me that she wants to off me, that she's going to off me. To strang.le me again. I try to protest, but the gag prevents any sound from escaping. I know I should disagree, hate her, I should resent her for what she's doing to me, but I can't. Some sick part of me is enjoying this, is excited by the prospect of being dealt with this way, by my wife, the woman I love, of giving up control completely. I feel like I'm in a trance, my body moving on its own, my cock thrusting up into her, even as my mind screams for air, for release from this twisted game. She whispering into my ear again. "You didn't cum yet so I couldn't let you go. You wanted to cum, and price is your life. So if, and when you do, I won't give any mercy. It's 'cum and die' for you, OK? Die into my pussy. I won't bring you back this time, it's a promise." I feel her fingers taking their position on the ridge of my nose... I look into her eyes, and exhale all the way until my lungs are empty. I see the thrill and pleasure on her face as she pinches my nose closed.

Wife: He looks at me, wordless, and exhales all the way. He too, likes the thrill, maybe thinking I am not serious. This is correct in all ways, I think, as I pinch his nose closed and whisper "If you cum, it's bye bye." I grind against him, taking his cock deep into me. He thrashes weakly, his movements more feeble than last time, but it arouses me. I can tell he's not entirely in it, not working to cum. This too thrills me. My lips brushing against his ear. "Glad to be rid of you, I need more cock." I can feel his arousal growing, and his struggle for air getting worse.

Wife: Husband looks into my eyes, and I can see the desperation, the fear, the knowledge that he is completely at my mercy. His eyes are wild, panicked, his body twitching and jerking beneath me, but it only serves to arouse me more, it arouses me intensely. My lips brushing against his ear as I whisper. "I'm thinking of Marc's huge cock", and I am. I can feel his cock swell and twitch inside me, his movements becoming more desperate, more frantic. I know he's close, I know he's going to cum any second, and I can't wait. I squeeze my pussy around him, milking him, urging him on, desperate to feel him explode inside me. I moan and whimper, and call Marc's name in Husband's ear.

Husband: I can feel her fingers tightening on my nose, and her hips grinding down on me. She's not going to let me breathe, not this time. She wants me to cum, wants to milk my orgasm out of me, and then she's going to let me die, to be undone in her pussy, her tight, hot pussy.

And I can't do anything to stop it. I'm completely at her mercy, completely under her control. She's moaning into my ear "Marc, aaahh". Another man, a bigger, stronger man. I can feel my jealousy flaring, even as I'm desperate for air, desperate for release. She's making me jealous of another man while I'm suffocating, while she's ki.lling ing me.

I know I should hate her, should resent her, but I can't. I love her, I need her. The jealousy fuelling my mad desire. I want her pussy to claim me. To take me. I feel my cock throbbing, pulsing, ready to explode, and I know it's over. I'm going to die, and it's because of her, the woman I love. The woman I've given myself to completely, the woman who owns me, body and soul. I start to cum and it is heavenly, astronomical.

Wife: I feel his cock pulsing, throbbing, erupting inside me. His seed, his life essence, fills me, and I greedily suck it up, draining him of his very being. I keep pinching his nose, not letting him breathe, prolonging his torment, drawing out his orgasm, for.cing to give me everything, every last drop of his vitality, and his life. His struggles become weaker and weaker, his movements slowing until they finally stop. I keep going, even after he stop responding but his memebr still hard, riding him, sucking him dry, until there is nothing left. Only then, when I'm sure he's empty of seed and life, do I release his nose. But it's too late. He's gone, his life for.ce expended, his body a empty shell. I feel a deep sense of satisfaction, a primal pleasure at the ki.ll, at the conquest. I did it, I took his life, consumed it. I feel like a queen, triumphant, invincible, the hunter, the predator.