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Show Me State! By Melissa Meranti (NEW WRITER!)
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Show Me State!
By Melissa Meranti
Concept by Devin Dickie
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Show Me State!
By Melissa MerantiConcept by Devin Dickie
“She’s not coming around, man, we haven’t had sex since Christmas,” Riley said, drinking a coffee as angrily as he could manage. The office breakroom seemed like the most appropriate place to talk with his friends about this, and James and D’Andre knew a lot about women. He hadn’t known a time when they
weren’t talking about a new woman they were with, always hotter, younger, or just plain sexier in some way.
Not that Riley was a slouch either when it came to women. His wife Melanie was quite the looker, and when they had sex, it was an amazing experience for him. She had long red hair that came in beautiful curls, and it went all the way down to draw the eyes towards her enormous breasts. Melanie might have gotten a couple of F’s in college due to all of her partying, but she had F’s somewhere else, drawing Riley to her. She knew exactly what to do at any given moment to make him feel as good as he could, and to truly make him feel like a king, probably from her past as a party animal. Riley tried not to think about other men touching at her, looking at her in the same way as he looked at her when she sucked him. He tried to only focus on the pleasure that she brought him.
Yet now, she didn’t bother touching him. Although they still slept in the same bed and she still allowed him to see her nude at times, she now spurned his every advance. When Riley touched her, she would move away. When he rubbed against her in the night, she would roll away to present him her hip bone instead of her luscious ass. The previous night, Riley had even taken her hand to guide it to his crotch, if only for a handjob, but Melanie had simply slapped his crotch when he got there, leaving him alone to deal with his full and stinging balls.
“You tried all that stuff?” James asked.
“Yeah, every single one. No dice,” Riley replied.
“And nothing since around Christmas? I thought you said you got a lot of loving after the office party you brought her to,” James said.
“That was the last time,” Riley said.
“Damn, that’s a while. No married man should go through that,” James said.
“You gotta get some confidence, man. Listen, I know it can be rough when you’re going through a dry spell. A woman like that, I’m all over her every chance I get. I mean, I would be if I had her,” D’Andre said. “What you have to do is show her that you’re going to have fun with or without her, and she’ll join in on her own.”
“What do you mean?” Riley asked.
D’Andre stood up and looked around the break room. Nobody else was there but the three men, a common occurrence in the small office. He was a huge man, musclebound despite his desk job, much like James and Michael, the other two in their small group of four. Riley always felt small around them, being more of a reedy guy, and shorter to boot. D’Andre mimed stroking his cock over his pants. “Okay, what I’d do is just take off my clothes, get on the bed, and start doing what I do, you know?”
“Ahh, yeah, you show her what she’s going to miss out on,” James added.
“That’s right. Some women need you to show them what’s going on to get the juices flowing. If you get started, it lets her jump right in without having to go through a lot. You lay back and get it hard, she’s gonna get on it.”
“Just get naked and whack it for a bit?” Riley said.
“That’s right. And if she doesn’t get on it, just finish and have a nice night. Blue balls suck, man,” D’Andre said.
“Alright, I’m gonna try it tonight,” Riley said, happy to finally have a plan. “Let’s move on to something else. Where’s Michael?”
“Out sick, I think,” James said.
D’Andre laughed. “Out sick, right. My man never gets sick. He’s got some nice pussy and he’s spending the day—”
“Hey man, anyone can get sick,” James said, cutting him off in an instant. He gave D’Andre a look that Riley didn’t notice. Riley was too busy thinking about getting his wife back in bed with him.
____
That evening Riley put what he had learned from D’Andre into action. Melanie had been somewhat cold to him as usual, though at least tonight she seemed happy. Happiness was good, Riley figured. It could help him get what he wanted if she was in a good mood. Riley was in bed, stripped down to his underwear as usual, scrolling through his phone. He stayed above the covers,
letting Melanie see the tent he was making in his underwear as he thought about enticing his wife back onto his cock.
For her part, Melanie was dressed in one of her nighties, a blue wisp of cloth that Riley could see right through. It was one of her favorites, and it had just enough shape to it to accentuate the curves of her breasts and stopped just above her belly button. Below the nightie, Melanie wore a blue lacy pair of panties that did nothing to cover up her ass. The shape of the panties brought attention to how wide her hips were, and when she walked, it was a hypnotic vision. The blue of her nightclothes set off the red in her hair and the milky white of her skin, making her a feast for the eyes. Melanie walked to their adjoining bathroom to get ready for bed, and that was when Riley enacted his plan.
He wriggled out of his tight, white underwear, discarding it over the side of the bed, and took his dick in hand. It was already hard just from the sight of Melanie in her nightie, and he started to stroke himself. Riley went slowly, taking his time and savoring the feelings. It had been a while since he last masturbated, as he held out hope every night that Melanie would finally give in and have sex with him again. The only times he had touched himself over the last three months had been when he was absolutely sure that he wasn’t getting any.
Riley tried his best to hold back from cumming too quickly. There were times when he had trouble with stamina, and he desperately didn’t want this to be one of them. To cum too early
would be to deny himself the chance at having Melanie come out and jump on him like he wanted. He listened to the sounds behind the bathroom door, counting down the seconds for her to come out.
Melanie opened the door. “What are you doing?”
Her voice carried a mixture of anger and confusion. She stood in the bathroom doorway with her hands on her hips. Riley was briefly terrified but tried not to let it show. “I’m whacking off. Are you going to help?”
Melanie looked at Riley, incredulous. “Help? I don’t think so.”
“Fine, then I’ll do it myself,” Riley said.
Melanie shrugged her shoulders and got her phone, sitting in bed next to Riley and playing with her phone. Riley didn’t pay attention to what she was doing. He only paid attention to what she was wearing. His eyes wandered over her body, staring at her breasts and the freckles between them, her wide hips, and the way her panties snuggled against the lips of her nice, tight pussy. In almost no time at all, Riley’s orgasm erupted, spurting his cum in a puddle on his belly. It felt good, but not nearly as good as it would have been otherwise.
Riley reached for the tissues to clean himself up, and went to sleep, ignoring Melanie just as she had ignored him. Let that be a lesson to her.
____
“So, you just finished right in front of her like that?” James asked with a bemused look on his face. The three of them had gathered in the break room again the following day
“Yeah, if she’s not going to do anything for me, I’m just going to do what I want,” Riley said.
“That’s what you have to do,” D’Andre said, drinking his coffee.
Michael chose that moment to walk in and sit down next to the other three men. “Hey boys, what’s up?”
“Talking about how Riley took some of D’Andre’s advice and asserted his dominance last night with his wife,” James said.
“Yeah? I did something like that yesterday. It’s why I wasn’t in, was getting with a white girl, nice big tits, loved getting my huge dick in her ass. You do that too?” Michael asked.
“Told you he wasn’t sick,” D’Andre said.
“Man, shut up,” James replied.
“Not really. She just kind of ignored me and let me jerk off alone,” Riley said.
“That sucks, man,” Michael said. “A woman like that, it’s rough not to get any from her.”
James’s phone buzzed, and soon after, so did D’Andre’s, and then Michael’s. They took their leave of Riley, citing an excuse
about the boss calling on them. Riley was glad he talked to them about his situation, but it took some time before he realized that he didn’t know what to do next with Melanie. He wasn’t sure how he could get his wife past this sudden bout of frigidity, when before she had been hot and bothered nearly every night.
A horrifying thought went through his mind as the day went on and he tried to concentrate on his work. What if she was cheating on him? For a woman who would want sex at least once a day and often times more, she had to be satisfying her needs elsewhere, right? It was either that, or something else had changed. Perhaps she was pregnant? But surely Melanie would tell him that, so it couldn’t be pregnancy. Riley’s thoughts swirled around his head all day long, distracting him from his work. He had to stay late to complete the tasks he had been assigned, but he knew that when he went home, he’d have to have a talk with his wife about what was going on.
____
“Melanie, I’m home!” Riley called out, walking in the front door.
“In here!” Melanie called out.
Her voice sounded warm and inviting, and Riley knew from the sound of it that she was calling from their bedroom on the second floor. He put his coat, bag, and shoes away, and went up the stairs to find Melanie on their bed. She was mostly nude, sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting for Riley to come closer. All
she wore was a pair of lacy pink panties. He couldn’t help but get hard upon seeing her, and he wondered if his luck was going to change for the better.
“I want to talk with you, but first you should take off your clothes,” Melanie said. “You won’t need them.”
“O-okay,” Riley said, doing so as quickly as he could. His body was small, he knew that, and so was his penis, but Melanie had always told him she liked it anyway, because it was him, and that he should never feel ashamed of being naked around her.
“Come here, stand right in front of me,” Melanie said, holding her hand out to him. Riley took her hand and did as she asked.
“What is it?” Riley asked.
Melanie looked at Riley’s dick, all four inches of it standing proudly out from his body. She took it in her hand as she spoke, giving him the first intimate touches he had gotten from her in months by playing with it gently. “I’ve been wrong to treat you like I have recently. I want to show you what I really want to do with you, but I’m worried you won’t let me go through with it.”
“Anything for you, you know that. I said it when we go married and I mean it,” Riley said. He felt like he couldn’t bring himself to resist anything she said when she was touching him like this.
“Are you sure? It’s kind of...kinky,” Melanie said. Riley’s dick twitched in her hand, and Melanie giggled. “Oh! You liked that?”
“Yeah, whatever you want,” Riley said. As long as it meant getting back into bed with her, he imagined he’d put up with just about anything.
“Okay, close your eyes,” Melanie said.
Riley did it, and he could hear her opening the bedside table and fetching something out of it. He thought at first that it might be a condom, but there was no sign of a tiny package being ripped, and the first sensation that he got was that of smooth metal instead of latex. His balls were pulled on, something went around them, and around his penis as well. The sensations made Riley feel like it was being crushed into place, not the most pleasant sensation when he was fully hard, but Melanie didn’t stop until there was a metallic clicking sound.
“Okay, you can open your eyes!” Melanie said.
It was some kind of metal device that had his dick trapped inside it, crushing his dick down to less than half its size. His balls stuck out now almost as much, pulled through the bottom of the device. It was amazingly uncomfortable to wear, and Riley couldn’t help but notice that there was no way to access his penis except through a tiny hole in the front and perhaps by wriggling a finger in through the base of the cage. Neither of those options seemed like they would offer any stimulation.
Melanie had also added an accessory to her outfit. She wore a necklace with a gold chain and a small key dangling from it. That key presumably fit into the lock that held the device closed.
“There! What do you think?” Melanie asked.
“What is it?” Riley said, confused.
“It’s a chastity cage! Yesterday when you masturbated in bed next to me, I really didn’t like that. I don’t want you to jerk off alone like that ever again, so I got this for us. Now that it’s locked on you, you won’t jerk off alone ever again. Every time you cum from now on, it’ll be with me,” Melanie said.
“But...wait, so I have to wear this all the time?” Riley asked.
“You can do it for me, right? It makes me soooo fucking wet when you wear it,” Melanie said, opening her legs. She put her hand between her legs, pressing the pink cloth of her panties into her shaven pussy. It was already soaked through. “Lick me while wearing it.”
Riley had no choice. He wanted to please his wife, and he couldn’t say no to her. He sank to his knees, and she took her panties off, spreading her legs wide to allow him in.
He found quickly that his task would not be the most pleasant one. He enjoyed licking Melanie’s pussy, especially when he could reach up and grope her huge tits as he did so, and this time was no different. However, Riley liked doing it so much precisely because all the sensations, from the taste of her pussy to
the feeling of her breasts to the sounds of her moans, combined together to get him terrifically aroused, so he felt he could fuck her that much harder.
Not this time. This time, Riley was trapped inside a chastity cage, forcing his already-small erection to stay even smaller than usual. He kept twitching and flexing his muscles between his legs, imagining that if he just tried hard enough, he could break out of the cage. But steel was stronger than flesh, and he would have no such luck.
Melanie put her hand on his head, forcing him to tongue her deeper. She wouldn’t let him take a break to breathe, so he had to carry on as best as he could, doing everything to make her cum as quickly as possible. If she came, she might let him out of the cage and let him fuck her. He wanted so badly to fuck her, to suck on her tits while he pressed himself against her as deep as he could go. Sure, it might not have been that deep, but it was what he had.
“Yes, lick me chastity boy!” Melanie cried out. “That’s it, yes, yes, just like that, yes! God, your tongue feels so much better than your dick!”
Riley was surprised by her words. She never gave off the impression before that she didn’t like his dick. Every time he had gone inside her she had been happy to have it, or so he thought. He kept going, hoping that it was just something she said in the moment, and that she wasn’t actually glad he was tongue-fucking her more than just fucking her.
Then again, her orgasm came along much, much faster this way. Melanie’s hips went into overdrive, grinding her labia into Riley’s face without reservation or concern for him. It was like he was just an object she could rub herself against until she was satisfied. She moaned so loudly it was almost a scream, and she squeezed her thick thighs around Riley’s head, muffling what she was saying. He could have sworn it was a name, but he didn’t know which name. Whichever one it was, it wasn’t his.
Melanie released him from between her legs, her grip loosening up enough to let him back away from her. Riley wiped off his face, enjoying the taste of Melanie’s pussy still in his mouth, but wanting more than what he had gotten.
“You can take this thing off me now,” Riley said.
“No.”
Melanie had treated Riley’s words like a question, when it was really a demand. He got on the bed and reached for the key, but Melanie put a hand up to her necklace and held it tight.
“I said no. You’ll get let out of the cage when I say you can be out,” Melanie said. “And right now, I don’t want to let you out.”
“But why? I thought you wanted to fuck me,” Riley said.
“I did. I fucked your tongue. Now I’m done for the night. Leave me alone,” Melanie said.
Riley was left aghast at her casual disregard for him. It was as if she had done this before, or had at least been thinking of
doing something just like this for a long time. Melanie got up from the bed and went to their bathroom to clean herself up, humming a tune along the way.
Immediately, Riley’s hands went to the cage, trying to find a way to pry it open or break it in some way to get it off of him. The ring around the base of his genitals was thick steel, so he couldn’t break through it, nor could he break the steel sheath that his penis was trapped inside. He tried pulling on the base of his dick to get it out, but there was no chance of that, even if he got as soft and small as he could. He was trapped in the cage until Melanie saw fit to remove it.
____
Over the next week, Melanie made Riley go down on her at least once a night, sometimes twice. Every time she’d enjoy herself, and then strictly deny Riley the chance for his own pleasure. He didn’t breathe a word of his new problem to his friends at work, since it would be too humiliating to even imagine speaking aloud to them. It was humiliating enough to have to hide the bulge of his cage under his pants every day, and to avoid using the urinals in the office when he had to go. To now admit that as a man he couldn’t even touch his own penis was far too much.
Melanie didn’t help him out in his torment. She was still the perfect woman for him physically. Her figure was perfect, her voice was sultry and low, and when she wanted to entice him and force him to hardness in his cage, all it took was a single sentence,
a look, a moan, and he was reminded of the cage. She wore outfits that drew his eyes to her, and these outfits either didn’t include underwear, or solely consisted of underwear that Riley could see right through. Melanie even forced him to remove his clothes so she could look at his trapped dick every night she made him service her. On the sixth night of his torment, after Riley had licked her asshole and fingered her pussy to her second orgasm of the night, he had had enough.
“Melanie, I don’t even care if you let me fuck you, I just want to cum. Let me out already!” Riley whined.
“Fine, fine, I’ll let you cum,” Melanie said. She paused to let Riley get excited, watching his cage shift as he grew as erect as he was allowed. “But.”
“But...?” Riley asked.
“But it’ll cost you,” Melanie said.
“What will it cost me? I can buy you anything you like,” Riley said. “You know how much money I make for us.”
“It’s not about money. I can already buy things. No, no, this is about what it will cost you, personally,” Melanie said.
“What do you mean? Just let me out!” Riley said. All he could think about was getting out of the cage again so he could unload his balls all over her tits, or maybe even her face, like they used to when she wasn’t feeling up for sex.
“You’ll find out tomorrow. Trust me, it’s going to be a lot of fun,” Melanie said. “I’ll make your Friday night a super-special one, and then we can have fun for the whole weekend.”
“I like the sound of that,” Riley said, wishing that tomorrow could be tonight. Instead of getting what he wished for, he got a somewhat sleepless night, as his dick never stopped trying to get hard for the promised fun. Riley’s mind danced with the possibilities. Since she had had him lick her asshole, would she allow him to fuck her there? Would it be something else? Though his fantasies were always haunted by thoughts of what she might think he would have to do as a cost. Wasn’t going a week locked up in this cage enough of a cost?
____
Getting home the next night was no easy task. It seemed like James, Michael, and D’Andre had all gone home early, so Riley was left picking up the slack for the three of them for an extra hour past the time he was supposed to leave. He had been thinking all day about what he would have to give up and what he would get, something that made his work even sloppier than usual, so he was forced to stay even later to make up for those. By the time he was left, Riley was tired and annoyed, thinking that he’d better get to cum tonight, no matter what Melanie was planning.
As his car pulled into the driveway of their house, he noticed the garage door wasn’t opening like it normally would. An odd
occurrence, but just one more thing he’d have to deal with after he got to finally cum and relax. The curtains moved in the house, and Riley was glad to see it, since it meant that Melanie had been waiting for him eagerly. That always had meant good things for Riley in the past, and he relished the memories of the days when he’d come home to find her bent over in their living room, her hands locked in handcuffs behind her back, her ass in the air just waiting for him to take her the second he saw her. Perhaps he would see something similar tonight.
Riley walked in and didn’t see Melanie. He gave cursory glances into each room before heading up to the bedroom, the most likely place for Melanie. She was there, laying on the bed, wearing not a single scrap of clothing on her body save for a slim leather collar with a leash attached. At the juncture of the collar and the leash dangled Riley’s key. Melanie had an additional adornment on her body, one that Riley had never seen before. It looked like a tattoo, a tattoo of a black spade.
“Melanie? What’s that?” Riley asked.
“Take off your clothes, Riley,” Melanie said. “Let me see that little dick in its little cage.”
Riley did as he was told, taking off his work clothes and underwear, setting them aside so that he could keep them from wrinkling up. When he took off his underwear, Melanie giggled just from the sight of him, beckoning him closer.
“How do you feel?” Melanie asked.
“Really horny,” Riley said.
“Good. Are your balls feeling all backed up?”
“Yes...”
“That’s good too. Do you want to get out?”
“Yes!” Riley said loudly, almost shouting. Melanie laughed at his enthusiasm.
“Sit in the chair,” Melanie said, pointing at the chair she sat in when she did her makeup. It had been turned around to face the bed. “If you ever want to be let out of that cage, you’ll sit in the chair. You won’t move or speak unless you’re told to. Understand me?”
“Um, okay,” Riley said, going to sit down in the chair.
“If you get up for even one second, you can forget about your cage getting unlocked any time soon. I mean it. You already went for three months without fucking me, you don’t want to know how long I can go without that thing,” Melanie said.
“I...” Riley started to speak but stopped. His mind was boggled as to how his loving, sexy wife had turned into such a cruel bitch seemingly overnight. There was no way Riley could go back to the cold shoulder that Melanie had presented him before. At the very least he was getting to touch his wife and be sexual with her nowadays, even if he wasn’t getting off. Riley would take that. “Okay...”
“Good boy,” Melanie said, getting up from the bed and getting close to him. She bent over, putting her hands on the arms of the chair, leaning over so her breasts hung down, and her red hair fell like curtains around them. “Do you want to touch me?”
“Yes.”
“You can when I tell you you can,” Melanie said. She raised her voice. “Boys! You can come out now!”
The door to the bathroom that adjoined their bedroom opened, and three very familiar men walked out. James, Michael, and D’Andre emerged, all three of them wearing nothing but a pair of boxers that fit them tightly, even though such garments were supposed to be loose. They were massive in relation to the room. Riley was used to seeing them in a different context, when they were fully dressed and in the office. In that context, they weren’t so intimidating just by virtue of their sizes, but here they made the bedroom seem small.
The bedroom wasn’t the only thing the three men made look small. Their underwear was bulging with the barely restrained size of their cocks. Not a single one of them looked to even be average size, all three getting up to at least twice the length and triple the thickness that Riley’s penis could ever achieve. They saw Riley in the chair, blocked in place by Melanie.
“See the look on his face?” D’Andre said. “He never saw this coming,” Michael added.
“You’ll see a lot tonight,” James said.
“What? What’s going on? What are you all doing here?” Riley asked, but Melanie put a finger to his lips.
“Shh, it’s okay. I want you to know why I’ve been so cold to you recently. I still love you. I really do. I just...I can’t have sex with you anymore,” Melanie said. “Do you remember when we went to the Christmas party, and I was stuck in the bathroom for a long time while you chatted with your boss? Well, I was in the bathroom, but I was with my three big, gorgeous, wonderful, massive, and huge black men.”
Riley’s friends chuckled at that.
“They fucked me like I’ve never been fucked before, even in all my partying days. God, I had never been with a black guy before then, and then I got to enjoy three of them all at once! It was like a sign from the universe that I was supposed to have sex with black men. They filled my pussy, they took my asshole, and they made my throat so sore with how big they all were...and are.
“After that I couldn’t believe what I had done. I tried to clean myself up, and you didn’t notice a thing. Then when you fucked me that night...I felt nothing. You humped away inside me and it was like you didn’t even get in. It was pathetic. Compared to the passion I had with them, and, god, how many times I came with them in just one hour, I just knew I couldn’t have sex with you again. They broke me out of any lust I had for you. I had been such a fool to fuck you, or any other white guys.
“Look at my breast. Do you see this?” Melanie groped herself, showing off the temporary tattoo. “It means I’m only going to fuck black men. Your little white dick will never, ever cum inside me again.”
Riley couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He wanted to reach out and touch Melanie and try and claim her for himself, but he knew the woman that was in front of him. If she said she wouldn’t let him out of the cage if he moved from the chair without her say-so, she meant it. Melanie didn’t lie or exaggerate when it came to promises like that. Riley already knew that his genitals were utterly trapped inside the cage until Melanie decided to let him out. He had tried so many times to get himself out in the shower, or in the bathroom, and nothing had worked. Obeying truly was the only way he could get some semblance of normalcy back in his life.
“Don’t look so sad! You always said you would get me anything I wanted! Now I’m having the best sex of my life every single day while you’re at work, and now I can have it at night too! You get to watch your wife suck and fuck the biggest, blackest, and best cocks in the world as much as she likes! You want me to be happy, don’t you?” Melanie asked, pouting her lips to help persuade Riley.
“I...” Riley started to say, but Melanie stopped him.
“No, I don’t want to hear it if your answer isn’t ‘yes’ because I don’t want to ruin my night,” Melanie said. “You just stay there
and look into my eyes while I get filled up with this huge black cock.”
Behind Melanie, the three men tried to work out who should go first in fucking her. Evidently it had been the longest since James had been with Melanie, a whole four days, so he was given the go-ahead by the other two. He dropped his underwear, showing off one of the largest cocks that Riley had ever seen before. It was easily double Riley’s own maximum length, and thicker than him by far. It wasn’t even fully hard yet.
“Put it in me! I can’t wait any longer!” Melanie said, wiggling her hips from side to side.
“You want to cuck him that bad?” James said, putting his hands on Melanie’s wide hips.
“Yes! God, yes, I want to see the fucking tears in his eyes,” Melanie said. She was getting what she wanted already.
“Good,” James said, taking his cock and sliding it into Melanie.
Her mouth opened, but only a small, strangled sound came out. Melanie was too overloaded with feeling to actually cry out in pleasure. She struggled to keep her eyes open and locked on Riley’s, green eyes fluttering closed for split seconds before refocusing on her husband. Riley had always loved her eyes, and he had seen the way she looked when she was feeling some of the greatest sexual pleasure she could, the way she could barely keep
them open, the way they glazed over and rolled back. This was something different. Riley had never seen this level of pleasure on her face. It was so far and away above anything he had ever given her. And all it had taken was a single thrust of James’s cock inside her to achieve it.
James moved inside her. His cock went as deep as it could right from the beginning. “She’s wet as hell,” James said, slapping Melanie’s ass.
“Yes! God, yes, give me it!” Melanie said. “I need it, I need it hard, keep spanking me, please!”
James didn’t need to be told twice. The way that he slapped her ass, going from side to side with one hand while moving his other hand up to wrap around Melanie’s neck said something to Riley. Melanie normally loved a hand around her neck, squeezing her just enough to feel completely dominated by the man that was inside her. Riley had done it himself in the past. It was evident that James knew Melanie well enough what to do with Melanie without her even asking about that. She really had been fucking James behind Riley’s back. If she had been fucking James, she had been fucking the other two for sure. Months of cuckolding, and now Riley had to watch her get fucked.
“This is so much better than your little thing! I can’t believe how long I was getting fucked by that!” Melanie said. “I should have fucked more black guys when I was younger! I should have known what I was missing!”
James pulled her upwards, away from Riley, so she was held upright against his body. It was a position that Riley could never have managed, since his tiny dick wouldn’t have had enough length to make it past her thick ass. Melanie’s legs were spread, and Riley couldn’t help but look between them, watching James’s thick cock work its way inside her. How many times now had the same thing happened between them? How many nights had Riley had to lick Melanie’s pussy just hours after it had been fucked hard by James’s thick cock, or D’Andre’s, or Michael’s?
As if they had heard Riley’s thoughts, Michael and D’Andre approached, their underwear gone. They stood to either side of Melanie, allowing her to fill both her hands with their cocks. Michael replaced James’s hand around Melanie’s neck, holding her tightly and kissing her, forcing his tongue past her lips. D’Andre groped Melanie’s breasts, squeezing them so hard that whenever his fingers moved, there were red marks on her pale skin. Melanie stroked them more quickly to show her approval, loving the treatment that they were giving her. Dark hands moved across pale skin, making Melanie shake and plead with her every sound and action for more and more.
The moment that Michael stopped kissing her, Melanie looked at Riley. “They’re making me feel so much better than you ever could. You should thank them for fucking your wife.”
“I can’t...” Riley said.
“Go on, thank us,” Michael said, looking down at Riley. Riley could feel all eyes in the room on him.
“I know you’re not disobeying me, are you?” Melanie asked.
Michael’s hand on her throat jingled the necklace that she still wore, reminding Riley of the key and the power she held over him. If he disobeyed her, he could kiss all access to his dick goodbye. Despite the fact that Riley had to watch his wife cuckold him, the sight of his wife enjoying these men was still terribly arousing precisely because it was her they were fucking. Melanie’s body pushed all the right buttons for Riley, and as he was becoming acutely aware, she did that for a lot of men. His penis was tight in its cage. It was likely the last thing he would ever tightly fit inside again.
“Thank you...” Riley mumbled.
“I can’t hear you, cuckold!” Melanie said.
“Thank you for fucking my wife,” Riley said, forcing himself to say it a little louder. His cheeks flushed with shame. He looked down, away from everyone else, wishing he could sink into the floor.
“I don’t think he means it,” Melanie said.
“How about he shows me how much he appreciates us?” Michael said, taking his cock out of Melanie’s hand and thrusting it towards Riley’s face. “Suck me, make me harder for your wife.”
Riley couldn’t help but look at Michael’s cock. It was huge, but still not fully hard somehow. He recoiled from it, not wanting to take the step of sucking another man’s cock, and certainly not wanting to do it just so that man could fuck his wife better.
“You don’t just take orders from me, cuckold, you take them from all of us,” D’Andre said.
“Do as they say,” Melanie added.
Riley leaned forward, opening his mouth reluctantly. The thick, dark cock loomed before him, precum gathering at the tip. James had been nice enough to stop fucking Melanie quite so hard, allowing her to watch her cuckold husband be forced into sucking cock for the first time. Riley closed his eyes and went for it, thinking that it would help him block the experience out.
It didn’t. Riley’s mouth was immediately full with the taste and texture of Michael’s cock. Salty and sweet, hard and soft, a cock was a thing of horrific juxtaposition for Riley. He could hear Melanie gasp with pleasure, and the three men around him start to laugh at him. Riley was about to pull off of Michael’s cock in response, but he felt Michael’s hands on his head, grabbing him by his short hair and forcing him to stay in place. Michael pushed himself deeper into Riley’s mouth, forcing Riley’s lips open wider.
“Keep your teeth off of it,” Michael said. He pushed himself a little deeper, finding the point where Riley gagged, and pulled back. “Not very good. We’ll train you yet.”
“That’s right, he’s going to be the fluffer bitch,” James said.
“Hey, let me get some of her,” D’Andre said to James.
“Yeah, alright,” James replied.
Riley couldn’t turn his own head to look what was happening, but he heard the telltale sound of bedsprings.
“Which hole you want?” D’Andre asked.
“You ready for anything, slut?” James asked.
“Yes, anything! Fuck all my holes, whatever you like!” Melanie begged.
“That’s what I like to hear. I’ll take her ass now,” James said.
“I hear you. I’ll leave her pussy open for Michael,” D’Andre said.
“One pussy after another,” Michael said, and the other two men laughed. Riley would have been indignant, but his dignity was already stolen away from him.
Michael stopped moving his cock in Riley’s mouth, switching to making Riley do the moving. Riley’s hands didn’t know what to do until he finally remembered what he had always seen women do when choking on a huge cock in porn. He put his hands on the base of Michael’s cock, trying to get some purchase on the situation. Riley stroked Michael’s cock every time he was forced down on it, sucking and sucking away.
“Look at this bitch. He’s a natural fluffer!” Michael said, giving Riley a slap and pulling him off. “If you need him, you should try him out.”
The other two men were busy, and Michael was nice enough to let Riley take a look. They had gotten Melanie into the position they wanted and had begun fucking her hard. James was on his back on the bed, holding Melanie on top of him as his cock buried itself deep into her lubed-up asshole. Riley had never seen anything so big disappear into Melanie’s ass, and now she was taking it like she had always been meant to take a huge, thick black cock in her asshole. It was an entirely different experience for Riley to actually see the cock go inside her over and over, and he felt like he was going to cry while watching it.
Standing over Melanie and James was D’Andre, holding Melanie’s tits together with his hands and thrusting his cock between them. When it poked out the top of her cleavage, it went straight into Melanie’s waiting mouth, filling her up just like Riley’s mouth had been filled up. The difference between them was that Melanie couldn’t have wanted it more, and Riley couldn’t have wanted it less. He didn’t even want to watch Melanie suck these huge cocks.
“Yeah, look at your wife. She’s ours now,” Michael said, letting go of Riley’s head. He stepped away to join the other two men who were gathered around Melanie. Fresh from Riley’s
mouth, Michael stuffed his cock into Riley’s wife, spreading and stretching out the third of Melanie’s holes.
Riley could barely see his wife now, lost as she was among the men who were using her for their own pleasure, but he could hear her. Every sound she made was one that he had heard from her before, but now they were amplified. Sounds of joy, lust, and pleasure all came from her in greater quantities than Riley could have ever coaxed from her. Even with her mouth gagged by D’Andre’s cock, Melanie was as loud as ever. Riley couldn’t help himself. He was hard in his little cage, his hands trying to get through the metal to stroke it so he could at least cum, even if he couldn’t fuck his own wife. But there was no chance of that. He would have to watch real men fuck her instead.
James was the first one to cum, pumping his cock deep into Melanie’s ass and letting loose. Riley couldn’t look away, even when James pulled out of Melanie and cum flowed from her onto their marital bed. He couldn’t look away when D’Andre shot a thick load of cum across Melanie’s face and breasts, some of it even ending up in her curly red hair. Riley even kept watching when the cock he had sucked blew a load into his wife’s pussy, leaving her completely soaked in cum between her legs.
As if it were trying to respond to what was happening in front of him, Riley’s dick was throbbing as hard as it could inside his cage. His hand had been touching it as much as possible while he was watching, giving him a tiny amount of stimulation. It was
the best he could do, enough for Riley to suffer a little premature ejaculation. His cum spurted out of his cage, staining the chair and dripping onto the floor. There was little pleasure from this pale shadow of an orgasm. It was only a marker of how pathetic he was.
Melanie was going to get up from the bed and say something to Riley, but James stopped her from leaving. Soon afterwards, all three of her holes were filled again. For what felt like hours and hours, the three men used Melanie’s body, not letting her leave the bed except to change position anew. At first, she seemed to want to say something or do something with Riley. As time went on, however, she forgot about him sitting in the nearby chair, watching his three coworkers and friends fuck her. Melanie was utterly lost in a haze of lust, powered by the smell and taste and feeling of black cocks and cum. She had no use for Riley so long as James, D’Andre, and Michael were there.
Tears flowed down Riley’s cheeks, dripping from his chin, just like his tiny, caged white penis dripped from his cage. Over time, the others noticed what had happened between his legs, but they didn’t care enough to even laugh at him.
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That was Friday night. Melanie continued to fuck the other three men through the weekend. Riley was forced to serve them, cooking, cleaning, and even sleeping on the couch so that Melanie and her lovers could use the master and guest bedrooms. He soon
learned how much more virile his coworkers were when they had a marathon sex session with Melanie each day of the weekend, making sure that no part of her was left untouched, that no hole of hers went for long without tasting their cum.
When Melanie wished it, she had Riley join her in the shower, making him clean all the cum off of her. Riley was reluctant at first, but did as his wife said when she threatened to make him lick all the cum off of her body. Riley wanted to avoid the fate of having to lick up semen, so he gave in, trying not to cry while he washed her perfect body. She forced him to lick her pussy anyway in the shower, and Riley was thankful that he had done a good job cleaning her up before he had to drop to his knees and obey. It was hard enough to feel how stretched out her pussy was with his mouth, let alone drinking cum out of it.
Riley wasn’t able to avoid his fate for long, though. On Sunday night Melanie tied him to the bed and forced him to suck off each of the men as thanks for their help with satisfying his wife. He got more cum in his mouth than he thought possible, let alone more than he wanted. Riley gagged and choked on their cocks, and he wanted to spit out their cum, but Melanie held his mouth shut, forcing him to swallow it all.
With three loads of cum down his throat, tied to a bed that smelled of an endless orgy, Riley knew for certain that his life had forever changed. James, D’Andre, and Michael left after that last humiliation, leaving Riley finally alone in the house with his wife.
“You’ve been such a good boy this weekend, adjusting to our new lifestyle,” Melanie said, laying on the bed with him and stroking his hair. They were both nude, save for Riley’s ever-present cage, and Riley enjoyed this little moment together.
“Please...don’t,” Riley said.
“Don’t? Don’t what? Keep doing this?” Melanie asked. “Yes. Please.”
“Oh, honey. You know I will always love you. I just can’t have that little thing inside me anymore. I can still let you out to play with you—”
“Please!” Riley begged.
“—but not right now. Maybe next weekend. Do you think you can wait another week to cum?” Melanie asked, her voice soft and sweet.
“No, I don’t think I can...” Riley said.
“That’s too bad, because you have to. When we got married you knew you’d have to satisfy my every need. It’s how a guy like you got with a girl like me. I’d never be with you otherwise. I don’t just need big black cock all the time. I also need to know that your tiny white peepee is all locked away and suffering for me.”
Melanie kissed Riley’s cheek softly. “You can satisfy my needs, right?”
Riley could never say no to her. But it was still too humiliating to say yes. He simply nodded.
“Good boy. I’ll always be with you, and I’ll always love you, my little cuckold. I’ll just never have sex with you again.”
The End.
Comments
devin dickie
I'll let the writer know!! Thank you for the feedback!
Mikell Lee
Good job.
devin dickie
Thanks for letting me know!!
walakki
Loved this, she wrote this story well. There has got to be another part to this closing line "Good boy. I'll always be with you, and I'll always love you my little cuckold. I'll just never have sex with you again." This just begs for a sequal, Id love to read more from Melissa
