The Cuckquean

"I want you to look like a slut," he told her.

The mix of blackness punctured by bright lights had always created a different feel. When the bright daylight that painted everything in its full colors was gone, along with people doing all their normal activities in big crowds, it was a different world: A world of excitement, a world of different rules, and a world filled with an entirely different tribe of people. Sitting in the back of the black Uber SUV had always filled her with anticipation. They were about to enter the nightlife. The sights and people would fill her with excitement.

He was looking straight ahead to see where they were going. He wasn't even considering her. His Adam's Apple was big. He was very masculine in a way where he could be stoic, hard to read, and had his mind made up. It was up to her to be feminine and fluid to follow him. He had a gold chain hanging over his black shirt, which was his pride. Like all men who acted big and had little egos, he pinned his self-worth on little symbols like that. Seeing behind the facade, he seemed so fragile, something that endeared him to her even when he acted a little arrogant.

She had asked him to treat her like a cuckquean for the night. There was a turn-on for her to see a man who could get any woman, who liberally made out with and fucked every woman to see his cock slicked by different cunts. Man sluts absolutely did it for her. They used so much sexuality in how uninhibited they went for their pleasure. Every grace of a seduced woman's hand over their body would sprinkle some magic dust of desirability on the man to show how prized he was by other women.

She got a kick out of serving him, to be put in place, to be made to wait, and to endure while they took their pleasure with him. And in the end when he was covered in their perfume, sweat, and kisses, she got that used man when he was already in a state of deep passion. There was something subjugating and status-lowering in getting leftovers that gave her a big inner release. And there was also something reclaiming that after it was all over, he became hers again as she took his dick inside of her and made him spurt his last seed and fallasleep completely satisfied in her arms. The mix of loss to other women and reclaiming felt victorious. There was such a rich mix of emotions that stirred up in her that made her feel alive.

He had picked a dress for her that revealed her boobs. They were big babies, still in a round, beautiful shape, but with a lot of suppleness so that they moved around - not in a big bouncy way, but they shifted their shapes. They seemed light despite their size because of her youth. They felt almost like liquid, a water bomb that moved around. The spaghetti straps of her dress led to the skinny, triangular, sail-like top of her dress that covered only her areolas as they left ample cleavage revealed left and right. As she moved, the subtle fabric rippled around like water. There was a constant thread of them shifting of her areolas. Her boobs hung out big left and right of the sail strips.

The metal-square pattern of the dress barely covered the bottom or her ass. It shifted around, suggesting that the thing was barely there and that she wore no underwear. Her legs were long, smooth, and shiny. The only other piece of dress were her high-heels. She did not carry a purse, entirely depending on her man. The only thing she carried was that minimal closing. Her black, smooth hair was rolled together and put into a pin. She had a towering look to her face from being an executive at a creative firm that melted when she went into he cuckquean role.

She put her hand on his thigh as an affectionate gesture. He shrugged her hand off: "You have to earn that." She felt the sting. She was getting into her role. His tone was stern. His eyes never left observing the road to see where they were going. She had asked him, almost tentatively if they could play out the cuckquean scene. It had felt artificial to step into the role. The way how he took it for real shot a sting into her stomach. She suddenly could feel it for real that she was been a cuckquean to watch him take his desire with other women. She panicked for a moment about the potential to lose him. Then the panic melted into a thrill, an excitement about feeling herself put back and watching him with other women as it would stir up intense feelings inside of her. She was getting into state and appreciated that he took his role seriously.

The Uber pulled up at the curb in Bushwick. There was a throng of people overflowing the sidewalk, all dressed in nightlife clothes, lots of piercings, tattoos, and skin. The food trucks with tacos and burgers roared their gas generators in the middle of them as they offered greasy food to the nightime dwellers. He pulled her through the crowd that pressed tightly together, fording a pass ahead of her with his big frame while he dragged her by the wrist. He went straight up to the front of the line with the bouncers. She was dressed that hot that the bouncer bent forward to unclip the velvet rope for them. He was using her for full effect.

They walked up the wide concrete stairs with a crowd of sexy, sleek, black-dress people around them. The music was muffled and distorted from the echoes that it had to travel to them. She could feel that she was in the club, in that alternate reality where different norms applied, where people were drunk and letting go. The rules were different for how aggressive, direct, and sexual everyone could be. Drinks an drugs made people act in different ways. She looked into the contact-lens-covered eyes of a man, who had eye slits like a vampire, and his hair braided like he was some elegant devil in a leather jacket.

When they arrived at a small bar, he looked around. It was a chill space away from the main dancefloor for people to mingle and imbibe. His eyes darted around. When he saw a group of three women, he pulled her in to shout into his ear: "Bring me the black one. I'm in the mood for black. I love how sexy her ass is under that dress."

He had ordered her. Obediently, she walked up to the group of women. She smiled at them charmingly. She flashed the black woman a compliment about her golden necklace with Egyptian symbolism of an insect. She vibed with them. The women quickly accepted her and exchanged tidbits of plans later to go to another club. And then she peeled away the black woman: "Hey, Cassandra, I want you to meet someone. He has a bit of a crush on you." Cassandra exclaimed, "Really!" with all excited eyes. Despite all the make-up that made her look like a sexy star, there was a New York woman who had been passed over and ghosted by men. Perhaps, the vagueness of a man being interested without knowing anything about him to reject him made him more appealing. Cassandra curiously followed her. Cassandra's hand felt so small and delicate in her hands.

"Fetch us drinks," he sent her immediately away to be alone with Cassandra. He handed her his card. She dutifully went for the bar. She ordered double shots for both of them because she knew her job to make her more pliable for sex. When she returned, they donned the double shots. She didn't get any. They were pressed in between the crowd so that everyone was bumping into each other Cassandra shook her face and distorted her grimace and then shook her body like she was really invigorated from it all.

"He's a really good kisser. You should try," she yelled into Cassandra's ear.

"I thought he was with you," Cassandra said hesitant about crossing a line.

"You are all good. You should go for it. Live girl!" she encouraged Cassandra.

Cassandra smiled smitten, put her hand coyly on his chest and the leaned in to whisper to him. He didn't even smile in response. He simpled leaned forward like a greedy man for his pleasure. Her face was the cutest, little black princess with big red lips, and a sparkle in her eyes like sunshine. It melted as she allowed herself to go slack in his arms as his lips hungrily felt her soft lips and his body embraced her whole to feel her breasts pressing against his chest. He was so hungry, so attracted to her pretty sexual eminence.

She watched them makeout, watched how he enjoyed and devoured someone different from her, someone entirely different in a way that she could never compete with. She watched his hands roaming over her ass with impunity like he didn't really need permission for much more. His hands found her petit, round ass and really felt her up, his finger tips so close to sensitive parts in her butt crack. She watched it all. It was happening. She was getting cuckqueaned.

After a few more minutes, Cassandra walked away. Cassandra's walk had an unsteady swagger to it from the delicious makeout energy cursing. Cassandra's face was dreamy. The pink-purple highlights of her makeup had melted a bit from the sweat on her face. Cassandra looked at her with a quizzical headshake, "He's such a great kisser. I don't understand why you don't take him."

He took her through a hallway to another velvet rope. This was the VIP section. You could see the proud big bouncer with the legs wide, arms crossed, and towering over the crowd. The people in front of him, instantly looked cheaper, like regular people with everyday, worried faces and less shine in their clothes like the ones inside.

"Get us in there!" he ordered her, not having spoken to her except to use her.

She walked up to the bouncer with a smile. The bouncer looked back curiously at her with a stoic posture. She was cute enough so that he didn't move and enjoyed her coming up without giving any indication back. She put her body against his to make him feel her boobs and when he looked down at her face to peer deeply down between them. It was almost as if they were bare when looking from above. She played with her hand on his chest and made a pouty face: "I really want to get in there. But I didn't have any space on this dress to bring a wallet at all."

The bouncer looked at her, calculated his own pleasure and how it would make the VIP section look better. The bouncer gave her a nod. "But he has to come as well," she pointed at him. The bouncer looked unhappy, took another look at her tits, and nodded again.

The VIP section had booth and a big jukebox with many lights glowing to make it look like a gothic cathedral window that lit up the room with disco fever. The room was fashioned after a notorious in-club of times long gone. Suits were common. There were a lot of finance people and otherwise loaded people. There were very hot women. He walked ahead of her and found a table with friends of his.

One of his friends was an older man with graying hair who was trying to grope a much younger, blond woman. They seemed clearly from two different social stratas. The blonde was a bit reluctant to the friend's advances. However, bit by bit, the blonde ceded to allow him to grope her breasts, make out with her, and then suck on her tits.

She had been waiting silently for him to talk to his friends. When the scene of advances escalated, he had pushed her onto the booth and sat down next to her. They were helping the scene to move into the darkness of the booth and to be a shield. His friend realized that and got more brazen as the friend lifted up the blonde's silk top over her head. The blonde's boobs were out in the club. However, they were in a dark corner of the VIP section where security wouldn't bother them. The onslaught of the hands of the friend continued while he talked to his friends and she waited silently.

When the scene next to them had escalated to where the blond was lying naked on her back with the friend eating her pussy, the legs up high on the seatbacks. The blonde was quite turned on and horny at this point. The friend's clothes had come off.

He told her: "Fluff, James!"

She was a bit surprised by how she was getting used. She had met James a couple of times at bars and for dinner once. He was a bit of a simple mind. He loved his watches and sports. He was a lawyer at a good lawfirm, which made him feel entitled. His political views were quite simplistic. He fell for a lot of conservative populism and bragged about it loudly without any deeper policy discussion. His body was a dadbod. Well, she had signed up to serve him. This is what she was going to do. She looked at Jame's flacid, small dick under the big belly.

She reached for it. She played with it.

"No," he stopped her. "Use your mouth. His a good friend, worthy more than hands."

He really wanted her to suck another man's cock right in front of him. He didn't care. He seemed more interested in other women, like he didn't have a desire for her but to use her. She clicked. She sunk deeper into the sub state of submitting to him. Then she leaned forward, put her head under the table and took that worm into her mouth, swished the soft skin fold around in her mouth. She could taste his cock, a subtle but distinctly intense taste as well, kind of hard to describe, neither musky or sweet, but very much the scent of a dick. Her mouth was down below them, serving while they were making out and having fun.

The dick grew in her mouth. As soon as it was almost half-way hard, it got pulled from her mouth like she was no longer needed. James entered the blond's pussy right away. She pulled her head back over the table to sit up. Read heat shot in her face as she saw the friends at the table looking back to her. She would never be the same in their minds when they'd meet later for normal friend activities. They were his friends. She had always felt like an outsider who was occasionally invited in.

She kind of expected praise, but he simply told her, "Let's go!" And it made her feel even more like she was there to do little jobs for her. Her mind got ready and eager for her next task.

He took her down to the main dance floor. The space was a large oval with the DJ booth on top of a staircase like an Aztec temple. GoGo dancer platforms circled the pit of dancers. The grooved to the music in the middle of a crowd of sexy party people. She let Calvin Harris course through her body to feel herself float in the elegant, sleek, and luxurious world that the sounds created. She swung her arms freely around.

He had a devilish-satisfied smile on his face while his eyes grazed sexy, sweaty, young female bodies. His gaze would look and stare at titties of another woman bouncing in a tight mini dress, occasionally tugging her hemline back below her butt, smiling intoxicated like a play bunny. He watched the woman without regard for being caught how he was leering and getting off on her hotness. He wanted her to see how he was looking at all the other women with lust, but not her. She was dancing right next to him and put in her place of being the cuck and servant for his pleasure with other women.

"Get me someone to get my dick wet," he said crudely with a cold tone of voice like one orders someone insignificant.

"Give me your card," she said, like a good worker asking for the tools to get the job done.

She left his side, grooving her body and arms in the air to send of good vibes like the bait that she was. Whom should she pick? Whom would he like? He had a thing for well-toned asses when they were really trained, perfectly round like a hard candy loop. He liked the happy cheerleader type like that one with the blond pigtails. He'd love to fuck her from behind. He never said no to tall Asians with glasses who looked like put-together school teachers. He had a damn rock for them. And she would never be able to please him in that way and give him what he saw in them. She felt a little burn in her heart as she looked over at the tallest in a group of Asians.

She needed a slutty one to make it happen. There was a short Latina with mocha skin and tight curly hair. Her boobs were two firm apples bound to her chest in a tight band. The latina was wearing bootie shorts, half of that caramel butt was hanging out. Her heels were tall, black stripper heels. Her face was dolled up with makeup to make her super hot, sexy, and luscious. The latina was pumping her arms in front of her chest like she had no care and was putting herself out there. The latina slunk her ass around with big bounces. Her eyes looked college-educated, refined, clear, and intelligent. Yep, the latina would be perfect.

She weaved her way through the bouncing bodies towards the Latina. She brushed against sweaty bodies and had arms bumping into her. She felt a sudden trepidation in her chest. She was going to serve her man to the latina. She was going to serve the latina to her men. And she would only get to watch or perhaps had to help. It felt exciting as well like to pick a fruit - the juiciest and freshest fruit - and present it to him for his approval and enjoyment. She started throwing her body around in wild dance moves next to the latina to mirror her energy.

"You go, girl!" She yelled at the latina.

"Wooohoo!" the latina hollered back while making air gestures of smacking a butt. The latina was in a rush of emotion, fully embodying the wild nightlife spirit.

"Your tits are amazing! They are so firm!" she yelled at the latina.

"Your tits rock! They are so supple and flowy! I get lost in their beauty!" the latina had to lean into her ear in order to convery the full story.

"You're cool. I'll buy you a drink!" she offered the latina.

Easy as that, they walked through the crowd towards the main bar. It was easy for hot women to make friends. It was like they were both in the same membership club. She tapped the credit card on the counter. The bottles behind the bar were lit up in many colors. There was a bit of a quieter space. The Latina was close to her face. They looked into each others eyes, a moment of peace and connection. The latina had purpole eye shadow. As artificial as the color was, it made her mocca skin realy glam up into something decadent. Sweet was running down the face of the latina. The latina had been partying hard. And there the latina was still, present and fully engaged, looking back at her, holding eye contact and the tension that started building between them.

"You want a vodka straight up, no girlie drinks," she told the latina with dominant certainty.

"Yeah, girl," the latina cheered back with her arms raised into the air to express her emotion with her whole body.

The bartender prioritized them, yet took the order nonchalantly.

"I'm Alexis," the latina offered.

"The sexiest name that I've heard tonight," she replied. "Hannah!"

Alexis tried to laugh off the comment. However, she kept staring at Alexis intently with her face right in front of hers. Alexis couldn't pull her gaze or emotion away. Spell bound! She bit her lower lip, letting the flab really move in and the bitemarks crawl into the lipstick red. She had signaled enough. Alexis didn't pull away. So she lunged for a kiss directly onto those sweet, full, blood-nourished, and sensitive lips of Alexis. She grabbed Alexis' head in both of her hands to hungrily kiss and make out.

They hungrily grabbed each other and put their mouths big on each other like they were trying to smoosh. Their tongues were slick and wet. She could feel Alexis responding with her whole body, grabbing her and surrendering to her touch. She could tell that Alexis was ready for sex. Alexis seemed to have been turned on by the whole atmosphere. Alexis was a sexual being who loved to indulge in pleasure.

When they dislodged mouths, Alexis grabbed her shot glass, downed it, and cheered, "Hell, yeah! My new friend!"

"I want you to meet someone, Alexis!" she told Alexis.

Then, she pulled Alexis away from the bar by the hand. Her hand was so soft, supple, and delicate in her hand. Alexis followed like a lamb. She could feel the heat and intoxication from Alexis behind her as she dragged her through the crowd, searching for him. She found him in the same place, dancing by himself in that sharp suit with that shirt buttoned wide open to show his chest like a gigolo.

"This is Kevin," she told Alexis.

Without waiting for more, she made out with Alexis in front of him. He watched them with a smile. She gave Alexis a passionate kiss but eagerly kept her eyes open to peer to the side to see his reaction to the prize whom she had brought. He was pleased. Alexis understood what was going on. Alexis complied. Alexis allowed the kiss to happen. In fact, Alexis's breathing became heavy and steamy. Alexis was getting ready for what was to come.

She turned Alexis' face to him. He had been ready to dart his lips forward, grab Alexis like merchandise off a shelf. Full of selfish lust, he enjoyed making up with the hot latina, who wasn't more than that, not even knowing her name. All he knew was that Alexis had been prepared for her. Alexis's demeanor changed to something harder, tougher because she was no longer making out with a soft woman but a man - a man that lurked some danger but also more thrill. He reached under Alexis' bootie shorts without qualms right there on the dance floor and without asking. He simply took. Alexis let it happen.

Then he completely peeled Alexis out of her hands to signal her: I got her. I don't need you anymore. Your task is done. I want you to watch. I want you to see how I'm making out with another woman. And you even had to bring her here. You weren't deserving of me.

While making out, he dragged and pulled Alexis towards the corner under the side of the DJ stage. There was a little black foldout wall covering some equipment. Alexis followed them. As soon as they got into partial seclusion, he pushed her against the wall. Alexis docilely braised her hands against the wall. He pulled her bootie shorts down to her knees. Alexis arched her back to reveal her pussy lips behind her legs behind.

He unzipped his pants, casually letting the back of the pants drop below his butt. He handed her a condom: "Put this one!" She squatted on her knees to get the cock in front of her face and fumble with the wrapper. His cock was hard. It felt good in her hands. She knew what a treasure she was giving away to Alexis. "Make it wet!" She worked up some spit, spit it on his dick and used her hands to glide it around. "Use your mouth!" He wanted her to really serve. She took the rubber in her mouth. She tasted the mix of latex and spermicide, not entirely pleasant, but she was of service.

He grabbed Alexis' hip with one hand and aimed his condom-clad cock into her pussy - tightly pressed together lips that appeared very smooth as they were unshaven. Alexis was so ready. The music was pulsing around them. The lights were flashing. He was riding Alexis hard with fast strokes.

"Get on your knees in front of Alexis. Watch my cock go in and out of Alexis!" he told her.

She got on her knees in the tight space under Alexis, whose chest was leaning against the wall, to steady herself to the thrusts. She had her knees on the rough, dirty floor. There was barely any space for her head. Alexis had to really arch back to create enough space. In the shadows underneath the two, she could see the stout cock going in and out of Alexis's pussy. The transparent condom was coded in white pussy jucies and some flakey white stuff that had dried on the outside while Alexis had been dancing earlier. Her nose was so close to it that she smelled the mix of latex scent and musky pussy. The scent deeply went into her awarness and affect her emotions in a way that was impossible to tune out like sound is. She had to keep tuning into those dark-rimmed pussy lips and the pussy hood moving and grinding in front of her eyes so close that they were almost blurry. She had to take in the smell, hear their sounds as they were getting each other off and into deep ecstasy, while she was was down here watching without touching or being made part of it. She had to patiently watch and feel how they were in deep ecstasy and pleasure with each other.

The shape of his dick was so familiar to her. The thickness and the way the veins and skin rippled when hard. In the privacy of her bedroom, she had felt a certain ownership of it, like it was hers - hers alone. The feeling of being special and deeply bonded in the bedroom came back up with an exact visual of the day, the light in the room, and the thrown-over bedsheets. That dick was no thrusting into the foreign pussy, the foreign darker mocha skin, the smoother, rounded shape, and the piercing ring on the clitoral hood. That pussy was so foreign. It took his dick hungrily and without care for what that dick meant to her. Alexis' pussy was getting immense pleasure out of it, the way how it gripped his cock, got pulled by the dick thrusting out and pushed by it thrusting in. The mix of pussy juices: thick crusty, white pieces around the base of the condom, white jelly like blotches on the condom, and runny wetness down the inside of her thighs spoke of the passion that this pussy took from his dick.

The initial sharp pain in her heart from the intrusion of that foreign pussy into her intimate life gave way to admiration for that cock - that cock that was so wild and untamed, that was full of passion to want to fuck every hot tempting ass, tit, and face, and that could take for selfish pleasure without regard like a strong and conquering hero. She admired that cock. She needed her cocks to be that impressive. She didn't want a shriveled up weak cock. It would not be able to provide her pleasure. She needed that strength, power, und unrestraint to make her feel whole as a woman when that cock would eventually take her. With a glowing smile, she cheered that cock on to become every hungrier and to fuck with more abandon to turn into a wild stalion that would take her.

He looked around Alexis' body to see her face. He saw her face glowing with an excited smile full of joy and utterly focused on his dick and Alexis' pussy like she was watching the most riveting spectacle right in front of her eyes.

With that permission, he was fully enjoying Alexis. He stared at her round ass and had that shape bring up joy in him. Exactly, the way how that butt was full of youth, strength, and tightness curved made him so happy. He reached under Alexis' top to feel one of her breasts in his hands. That shape and the right kind of squeeze felt so delicious in his hands. The barbell nipple piercing in how it was a hard smooth surface on a soft, firm boob was delicious to feel. He zoomed out to see her whole body and how he was railing into her, feeling amazing. He was full of enjoyment.

"I need you to come," he told Alexis into her ear.

That proud and powerful appearance of facade had melted into that of a compliant girl. Alexis eagerly pushed her pussy onto him to hit that spot that was driving he mad and closer to orgasm. He could feel Alexis' focus and intensity. It drove him closer to orgasm. Alexis started crying. The cries became louder. Alexis' cries pierced through the thick blanket of the thundering DJ music into a cathedral-like ecstasy. Alexis froze hard as Alexis came on his cock. He let himself come and squirted seed shot after seed shot into Alexis' (inside of the condom), while Alexis' body was frozen and tense like any slightest movement would be too much.

"That was good," said Alexis into his face. She looked limp and spaced out. "That was damn good!" She kissed him wet, passionately, but short. She pulled her bootie shorts up and walked into the dancing crowd.

He felt a little stunned by the sudden end and leashed that feeling out onto her, kneeling below him. "Clean that up!" he told her coldly.

She pulled the condom of his dick that was going to half mast. The condom was full of slime from Alexis' pussy juice. It got all over her fingers. His cock was wet from his own seed. She put his cock in her mouth. It tasted like a mix of raw semen and chemical spermicide, not the most pleasurable mix. She was there to serve. She sucked down the length of the cock, which worked because it was softening. She sucked and licked her tongue around his penis skin to get it all clean and neat to take every last of the juices of the melange of sex of his dick to make it clean and ready again.

He walked around cold and listless. She followed him around. She started feeling uncertain in how to please him and get him out of his mood. They went back to the friends in the VIP section. They were deep into the night, half drunk, not talking much, the action had died down a bit. They danced for a while and got a bit sweaty, but his eyes weren't hungry anymore. She knew better than to offer him to find him another woman. She knew that she had to wait for him patiently to reconcile his mood and find his own step again.

Around 3 AM, they were hanging around in a hallway between a bar and a large restroom area. Lots of people walked to and from here. This late in the night, only the serious party-goers were still going. And the had a clear-minded face about them like from endless parties, they had become used to operating deep into the night in a highly stimulating and intoxicating environment. You could see it in their clothes as well that these were routiniers. You could almost see them as leathery. The excited and out of control, once in a while party people had left and worn out. They were simply watching the crowd move by, getting lost in observing what kind of people had showed up.

Then, a white woman, who was hitting that magic spot of being full-figured in having super feminine curves without feeling overweight, let herself lean against the wall in a slump. She was oblivious to her surroundings. The woman seemed in that state of drug or alcohol where you let completely go and are in the moment. The woman was at that place where you are in the afterglow, still happy, but the big excitement has sunset. Every ounce and pore of her body said that she was slutty and ready to fuck. The whole night had riled her up. The drugs or alcohol had let the sluttiness come to the surface. Her whole presence said, "Just fuck me right here!" She was already physically and emotional in that state of having been fucked halfway.

His eyes perked up, watching the woman slump back in abandon against the wall. He loved that offer of surrendered pussy. His eyes caught a glint when he watched how her big boobs sprawled out of the top, he looked at her thighs, and feet. The arousal stimulation was already building in him. A smirk jumped onto his lips. His blood quickened with vigor like waking up in the morning from deep slumber. Then, the inevitable drew him to walk over to the woman slow and with the languidness of a hot day in the tropics

When he was in front of her, the woman looked up like someone had disturbed her. The woman's face asked, "Yes?" He smirked at her. He let her eyes sparkle at her. His whole face was beaming charm at the woman. She loved watching that seductive power come out of him when other women drew it. It felt so intoxicating to see him that way. It was like a transformation from a regular everyday man into a fantasy come real. The woman responded with a submissive facial expression that said: "Just take time! I'm yours!" The two of them were so relaxed.

He took the woman's head in his hands and kissed her without having said a word. The woman kissed him back, instinctively moving her lips, sucking on him, and sending her tongue out - as instinctively as a baby nozzles when presented a nipple. They made out, sloppy and wet. The woman's whole body said that she was ready for sex and horny.

After a minute of making out, he took the woman's hand without a word and let her towards the restroom. The woman followed him with a surrendered attitude of "Okay, I guess that's what we are doing now." When she watched the woman walk in front of her, her full ass was swinging side to side like that of a Southern Belle. The woman in front of her wasn't wearing a super sexy dress, but it had slid down, gotten sweat-soaked, and gone dissheveled so that it became sexy. It was the woman that made the dress sexy, even scandalous, the way she was wearing it without properly adjusting it.

He pushed the restroom door open. There were men washing their hands and peeing into urinals. This late in the night, nobody gave a fuck. People did drugs, had sex, and went in groups of three and more into stalls. There was no fuck giving. Sharpie marker was crawled over the white tiles with style-accentuated messages and plain scrawls. Dirty, stepped-on hand-towels littered the floor. He took them into a stall. The door lock had been busted out. The door swung a bit open. The techno beat still drowned muffled in the distance.

He plopped himself on the toilet seat with his cock out, reclining back. The woman lowered herself right away to suck his half-hard dick hard. However, he stopped her: "No, that's her job." His tone of voice included that fluffing the dick was effortful labor that was below the woman's standing. She dutifully squatted down to start sucking the cock that she had been craving. The woman stood to the side into the corner of the tightly packed stall.

"So that's your dynamic," the woman stated.

"Yeah, she is my cuck. She gets off on watching me fuck other women," he told the woman. He was talking with the woman over her like she wasn't even in the room, like she was a servant shining the shoes while the customers talked among each other and above the heads of the servants.

"I'm Cassandra," she offered to introduce herself.

"I'm Kevin," he introduced himself.

"I'm glad to get a good fuck. I want to see your chest. Take off your jacket and shirt," Cassandra said with firm interest but also polite sweetness.

He did and handed the clothes to her to hang over the stall wall while Cassandra eagerly and hungrily watched him undress.

"I like a muscles on a chest like that," said Cassandra. Cassandra reached forward with her hands and started caressing the chest with admiration. "That's a beautiful one," Cassandra added. Cassandra seemed to get big joy out of touching the chest, like Cassandra really, really loved men and every opportunity to indulge in them. "She really doesn't mind that I take this beautiful man from her," Cassandra asked with sensitivity but without stopping to enjoy with a fully smiling face. Cassandra twisted his nipple until she could see his face flinch. "I love to have a man like that in my fingers," Cassandra continued. "I can't believe she would give you up," she said the last thing with a tone of conceit. It was almost as if Cassandra was in on it to really make her into a cuck by taunting her.

She could feel the pins and needles of being put in her place by both of them.

"Why isn't that cock hard yet," Cassandra snapped at her. "Are you not doing a good enough job?" The soft, seductive tone Cassandra used with him and instantly switched into cold, hard, and demeaning as Cassandra addressed her.

"Fuck! Do I have to do everything myself!" Cassandra pushed her away crudely. With her lips dislodged from his cock she looked at Cassandra and him with a gaping open mouth.

Cassandra face instantly turned back to sweetness as she looked up at him, while she slid down to his cock, carefully crading his balls like they were the most tender thing in the world. Cassandra had to barely kiss the tip of his dick and it was rock hard. The moment of cuck domination had turned him on so much. The sharp energy that had flowed and the sting that he saw her feeling had turned him on so much. He was full of excitement to watch her be humiliated by Cassandra.

"See how easy it is for a mouth like this," Cassandra hissed at her.

She knew it wasn't the mouth. She knew it was the scene. She knew it because she had so many intense emotions shooting through her body. She could feel her stomach tightening. She could feel her heart pounding so hard that it felt like it would come out of her throat. That sense of being alive and startled was what she had craved. The intensity and immediacy were like waking up out of a sleep-walking life and feeling something, feeling something real.

He turned to her and asked, "Is that your cock?"

She looked at the cock, how familiar the dimensions of the length to the circumference was. It was her cock. It was her cock for years with which she had grown so familiar to feel like it was almost part of her body. "Yes," she nodded, swallowing the anticipation that they were going to take it from her.

"Do you know where it's going?" he asked her.

"Not in my pussy," she almost whimpered.

"That's right! It's going into Cassandra's pussy," he finished for her, rubbing it in to watch the sadness soak her face in saying good bye to his dick, on which her eyes were fastened like she couldn't let go of it but wasn't allowed to touch it.

"And you know what! You are going to get it ready for Cassandra. Put a condom on it!" he told her. Not only did she have to suffer the loss, but she had to take action on her own.

She got a condom out of the jacket pocket from above the stall wall. She ripped the condom open. She slowly rolled down the condom quarter-inch by quarter-inch. She was meticulous to do a good job and also to have a last moment to say goodbye. Cassandra and he looked at his dick eagerly, almost forgetting about her because the were full of anticipation of what they were going to do.

When she was done, Cassandra straddled the toilet and lowered her pussy on the dick. Cassandra had been wet from before they had met. His cock went in so easily.

"Where is your dick?" Cassandra asked with the tone how one talks to a puppy about finding the ball when the puppy looks confused.

"It's in your pussy, Cassandra," she replied meakly and with longing.

"Yeah! Is it happy there?" Cassandra asked.

"Yes, it's very happy in your pussy," she replied.

He smirked at watching the interaction between the two women. That was his biggest joy to watch a sexy, dominant woman put his partner into a place and watching - actually feeling - his partner being submissive and dominant. There was something about watching that face melt, her whole body posture collapse, and how soft her voice grew when she went into that place. It rubbed something very deep inside of him.

Cassandra leaned back to really rock her hips on his groin like she was riding a horse. Cassandra's eyes full glared into her eyes and locked eyes. The non-verbal communication was so intense: "I'm fucking your man right in front of you. And you can't do anything but squat in the corner and watch." Cassandra held her hair together behind her head to get it out of the way. She looked so dominant and in charge like a cowgirl big boss.

Cassandra knew how to fuck. Cassandra knew the right motions. Cassandra knew how to grab his face and squeeze it with domination. Cassandra turned into a larger-than-life persona, filling up the entire space of the stall with her energy - how she was lustfully in charge. Her pussy scent and condom spermicide stink filled the stall.

"Hey, put your nose right here!" Cassandra commandoed her.

Cassandra grabbed her by the hair and put her her face right between Cassandra's butt cheeks. Cassandra was a big voluptous woman with no shame put Cassandra's asshole being right at her face. She was overwhelmed by feeling her center of consciousness enter deeply into the center of where sex was happening.

"Stick your tongue out!" Cassandra commandoed. "I want you to taste and feel how I'm fucking your man! How I'm making him mine!"

She stuck her tongue out. The motion was so rough and fast. Her tongue tip it some pussy, some condom, and then hit air. She had to really push her head forward and into Cassandra in order to keep her tongue connected. It was so visceral and intimate to feel the fucking with her tongue. It was a good ass that was pushed into her face. It was a rather voluminous ass as well. Her nose smelled the sweat of Cassandra dancing the night.

Her vision blinded, her tongue was her focus: rubber, skin, spermicide, pussy juice, sweat, stale aroma, tangy, sour, sweet, rough bumpbing, delicate skin folds, hard cock, no space, the need to keep pushing herself in to stay in touch, slapping sounds, a pussy fart, a moan from the woman that seemed to escape her because his cock in the woman felt so good and unleashed such pleasure.

"Go back to your fucking corner!" hissed Cassandra. The change in her voice was so drastic from deeply lost in moaning to the sharp snap with a downward grunt.

She quickly scooted back into the corner, her back pressed against the stall wall.

"On your fucking knees with your arms cross behind your back! I don't want you getting any ideas that you get any of this!" Cassandra yelled.

She pressed herself harder against the wall, arms tightly tucked away behind her back, and knees resting on the dirty restroom floor. She was completely restrained and tucked away. She watched open eyed and helpless to do anything how Cassandra road on his dick. He was slumped back against the wall, his body creating a low angle almost like a slide. Cassandra was sitting up high on his groin. Cassandra leaned her body back like a rider to bare her big, soft, tear-drop-shaped chest. Like a rider displaying leisure on a trott, Cassandra held her chest still while letting her hip ride his cock. Cassandra was marking how much she owned his cock and the space. Her demeanor and expression was wide open to let hang out who she was, the soft body with the sensual shapes of a full woman, no shame about being a little extra but being firm so that all the extra made her more feminine. Cassandra was full of estrogen, full of that femininity. It was in her lips, in her hair, in her skin, in how she moved, in everything.

Cassandra was riding high. The pleasure in Cassandra was building slowly. Cassandra's face was happy. Cassandra's face developed deeper and deeper passion. The letting go and surrendering into the pleasure that was glazed all over her face got deeper. Cassandra couldn't resist it. How much sensation, pleasure, and feelings were inside her pussy and whole body was so evident on Cassandra's face.

All along, Cassandra stared her right in the eyes, even when Cassandra's eyes got hazy and almost glazed over, the steely stare from Cassandra into her eyes was tight as if steel wire were running between the eyes of the two. Cassandra wanted her to see how Cassandra was fucking her man. Cassandra wanted to feel the anguish that she was feeling inside watching her. Cassandra wanted to gloat into her eyes to tell her: I have your cock. You can't have it. I do what I want with it.

He looked from one to the other, completely satisfied in the power communication that the two women had. He relished intense turn-on from watching the domination and humiliating submission - such deep emotions playing top fiddle at the surface. Feeling the intensity of emotion made him feel so alive, like the dullness of his life had been gone. He felt riveted. He felt the head of his dick turned on like a nuclear tip. It so translated directly into his lust. He couldn't get enough of soaking up the emotional expressions in the women's faces.

The three turned into a trio, circulating energies between them. The two women held him as a prize. They glared at each other intimately. The feeling in the room transcended the environment of the thumping club and the filth of the restroom. It was like they looked at each other from the top of the ceiling and the energy swirled in a circle between them. The emotional interlocking was so deep - a sexual group meditation.

Cassandra fell deeper into her arousal and her body going completely slack in the upper half from overwhelming arousal and intensely berserk in the lower half to hit that spot that was getting her close to coming. She breathed raspy. And then she let go off the eye contact to fully focus on him.

"I need to you to come right now, baby. Fill me up with that jizz!" Cassandra softly seduced him to letting go.

And he had been holding out. He simply needed to relax and his dick spasm cum into Cassandra.

"Yeah, baby. Give me everything you got. Don't leave anything for her!" Cassandra told him.

She could feel the needles under her skin at the taunt and missing out on every last drop of cum in him. And his face was so eager. He didn't think about her at all as he squeezed her little drop like an eager-to-please boy into Cassandra. The two of them had a pact to make her feel like a cuck.

Cassandra allowed herself time to glow in the aftereffects of her orgasm and sex. Cassandra took a minute to wind down and leisure the moment. Then Cassandra got up, let the dick flop onto the belly with the condom partially loosened - a huge mess with her juices and wetness. Cassandra pulled her dress back together. Cassandra's hair was a mess like she had had just sex and she didn't care about fixing it. Cassandra was going to stroll out of the stall high and proud.

"Oh, look, you got leftover. That shrimp is for you. He gave me all his hardness of the night." Those were Cassandra's last words as she left.

"Let's get home. I'm so horny," she told him.

He nodded. They silently fixed their clothes and hurried outside, holding hands. They called an Uber. They rode home in silence. The memories of the night were fresh in their mind. The emotions had been so intense. There had been so much build-up. They knew what was coming. The reclaiming was coming. All the emotions that had been built up would be released. The pushed through their apartment door.

"Reclaim me!" she told him.

His hands were already over her body. He was kissing her with lust and hunger all over. He felt her in his hands. He felt all the cucking that he had given her. And now he was eager to take her again and to feel that cuck energy, all that patience to wait for his cock - to make the meal even better by waiting for it.

And she loved being reclaimed by him. She loved how intensely he groped, kissed, and touched her. She loved being enveloped by his passion. She could feel that she was his only concern. He carried her to the bedroom. He threw her on the bed. She lay there, receiving him back. He tore the clothes off her body. He threw his own clothes off. He threw himself on top of her. He was so ravished wet kissing her all over. His hands groped anything they could get, squeezing her neck, grabbing her boobs, pulling her hair. It was like he had missed it all and didn't know where to make it up.

When he launched his cock inside of her pussy, he didn't wear a condom. She was the only one who got to fully feel him raw. She felt the memory of the other women on his cock. And that cock become so much more valuable because of it. It was a prized cock by other women. They really loved, desired, and enjoyed that cock, which made it even more special. Yet, at the end of the night, it was all hers. It was like letting the other kids all examine your toy, marvel at it to make you feel more special about owning it. Yet, at the end of the day, it's all yours.

When she put her face into his neck, she could smell the perfume of the other women. Their scent was all over him. It felt dirty. It turned her on even more to have him coated in their scents. It simply made him more of a man - a desired man. He wasn't just a guy but a prize, a prize whom she had taken home.

They made passionate love for hours. Their bodies melted. He filled her with cum again and again. The bliss of reclaiming took them back to their relationship.