What She Asked For

What She Asked For

The room was filled with moans and the sound of flesh coming together in a slow and steady rhythm. The air smelled of sex, sweat, and a faint, lingering scent of perfume. A paper lamp next to the bed coated everyone in a golden sheen. A couple was having sex on the bed, with a young woman kneeling to the side, watching from up close. In the corner, a middle-aged man sat in a comfortable-looking armchair with wooden arms, his eyes focused on the woman being fucked.

Emily was lying on the bed, the duvet bunched under her belly, her ass sticking out, face buried between a pillow and her forearm. Her cheeks were flushed from exertion, sweat cooling on her back. Her dark brown hair, usually styled in immaculate waves, was a tangled mess, spread around her like a halo. She took long, deep breaths, trying to recover some self-control after the orgasm she'd just had. It was her first of the night. Her legs were still trembling, her toes curled tight. Her boobs were squashed under her and she felt her hard nipples drag back and forth against the sheets. She tried to find her voice, but all that escaped were soft moans, synced with the thrusts.

Marcus held her there for the last few minutes, not letting her move as he continued driving into her. The lamp cast a shadow that confirmed his size; she could sense his towering presence behind her. She felt his large hand on her back, the other gripping her hip hard enough to leave a mark. This was their third session with him, and his thick cock was stretching her pussy in the way she was quickly beginning to appreciate. He was becoming a regular fixture in her calendar, so much so that it was her trying to accommodate him now. Her pussy was soaked, his condom-clad cock slick with her juices, just like she knew he liked, his grunts showing his approval. Marcus was a quiet one, and he let his fucking speak for itself.

She tilted her head just enough to get a look at her husband sitting in the armchair. David was naked, save for the metal chastity cage around his cock. She could see him squirming, his cock trying to get hard behind the metal bars. His knuckles were white, gripping the wooden arms with vice-like strength. She could feel his eyes roaming all over her body - from her feet all the way to her face, finally catching her gaze. She gave him a weak smile and caught his tiny nod.

Marcus ignored her husband, like he always did. He was there for her body, nothing else. He didn't notice her smile or David's nod, and wouldn't have cared if he had. To him, David was simply part of the furniture, as insignificant as her bedside drawer.

Her thoughts were cut short as Marcus moved his hand from her hip and gave her a hard spank, the flesh of her bum jiggling. He then shifted her effortlessly and Emily found herself on her side. He positioned himself behind her and started fucking her even slower and harder. His dark hand massaged her left breast, contrasting against her pale skin. Her nipples were still hard, and she stifled a moan when he started pinching and rolling the left one. She could hear his grunts right behind her ear, and she pushed into him in response. He lifted her leg with his thigh, opening her wide. She felt him gather some of her juices on his fingers and spread them all over her tattoo - his claim made her pussy clench. This was the one place he always returned to, and she felt smug knowing it did affect him.

"God, yesss, like that," she moaned, her hands curled into fists, gripping the duvet. She heard him grunt, louder this time.

"Wow, that must've hit the spot, Em," she heard Liz say. She turned her head towards the younger woman, trying to smile through the powerful thrusts.

"God, Liz, I'm so full, it's so good," she managed to squeak out.

"Mhm, I know, Em, I know. I know your type exactly."

Liz was on the floor, kneeling beside the bed, her chin resting on her stacked hands. She wore one of David's old T-shirts, several sizes too big for her slim frame, and it had slipped off one shoulder. She had the best view in the house, and she watched as Marcus's cock disappeared into Emily's pussy. Emily noticed a small flush on her cheeks, nearly matching the dark red streaks in her hair.

"God, look at this," Liz said. "He's huge. And you're taking it all. Your pussy is so stretched around him, bet you feel every inch. I can tell how good he fucks from those sexy noises you make. No wonder you love it so much."

Liz turned to David. "You love it too, right, daddy? You love seeing your own woman, your wife getting fucked properly while all you can do is watch? Don't answer, that was rhetorical. I know you're a true cuck. Poor daddy, no action for you tonight, even your old shirt gets to touch more than you do. You'd love to feel what it's touching, wouldn't you... keep dreaming, daddy."

Liz never held back with David, Emily knew. Hope you're ready for her, honey. She's just getting started.

"Say it, daddy. Say you love seeing her get it from a huge guy," Liz pushed. David ignored her, his eyes glued to Emily's face.

"Look at him, Em, he can't stop watching. Entered spectator mode, have we, daddy? Watching others play, knowing you can't compare? Admit it, daddy. You love it, don't you, seeing a fat black cock stretching her pussy wide. I'm right, aren't I?"

Liz's breathing was getting harder with each insult, her tongue wetting her lips. Her eyes were glued to his cage, her pupils blown wide. Emily smiled and looked at David.

"Is she right, honey? Do you like it when Marcus fucks me with his big cock? Watching how much bigger he is? I love it, baby, I love how he stretches me, yess, fuck, right there!"

Her pussy clamped on Marcus's cock - which only made him hit all the right places harder. She felt his hand move from the tattoo to her clit, starting to massage her in slow circles, and she could hear how wet she was now every time he entered her.

"You know I do, babe," David said, his voice hoarse. Emily could see his shoulder muscles flexing, and it went straight through her. She curled her toes again, her body writhing on the edge of orgasm.

"Say it properly, baby. Say you love when he stretches my pussy," Emily demanded, her tone sweet as honey, her eyes sharp as a blade.

"I love it, babe. I love when his black cock stretches you out. I love how he makes you cum hard," David admitted, his face flushed.

"See? He loves it," Liz squealed in delight. "He's got a small, locked cock and he loves watching..."

"Liz. The key. The top drawer." Emily interrupted her. She struggled to speak now. Marcus never hurried, keeping her right there. She closed her eyes, imagining David's arms. She was about to cum. One stray thought could tip her over.

"Unlock him. Play with him. Blow him if you want."

The image of Liz on her knees, worshipping David's cock, tipped her over. She moaned loudly, feeling the thick cock in her pussy. She pushed into Marcus, trying to make it last as long as possible. He held her through it, still thrusting, still spreading wetness over her tattoo. Liz, the brat who'd somehow made herself part of their lives, on her knees, her face full of cum. Licking it off her. Kissing her. David's cock in front, the two of them fighting over it. Her eyes nearly rolled back, her moans completely out of control.

"Jesus, Em, he must've hit the perfect spot for you to cum like that. But why would I want to blow him, his cock is tiny, who would ever want to touch it. I'd never put it anywhere near my mouth. Nuh-uh. No way."

Emily opened her eyes to see Liz already scrambling to her feet, nearly falling over in her hurry. She yanked the drawer open and started throwing things on the floor until she finally found it: a delicate chain with a small key. Her thighs were glistening, her nipples hard, piercings poking through David's shirt. Liz turned towards him, her look triumphant and hungry all at once.

"Did you see that, daddy? Bet you never made her cum like that. Nuh-uh."

Marcus never stopped his rhythm, still fucking her slow and hard, and she knew it would take more to make him cum. It always amazed her how single-minded he was during sex. His hand moved back to her tattoo, smearing more of her juices there. She wiggled her ass in encouragement.

Her attention went back to Liz, who slowly approached David, dangling the key from her finger. Her other hand tugged on the hem of the shirt, which had a noticeable wet spot. She stopped right in front of his armchair, her legs pressing together. David looked up at her, as if noticing her for the first time. His eyes checked her body quickly, stopping briefly on the wet spot, right where her pussy would be.

"Do you see it, daddy? Your wife said I can do whatever I want to you. And I know you can't even do anything back."

She dangled the key right in front of his face, and David tensed even more. She leaned in, close enough that Emily barely heard her.

"I'm going to unlock you, daddy. So everyone can see your small penis... it's not a cock, that's what she's getting over there from Marcus. Lean back, daddy."

David leaned back, fully exposing his cage. Liz knelt in front, resting her elbows on his thighs. She fumbled with the key, her hands shaking slightly. The lock finally opened with a loud click. David's cock sprang free, making Liz yelp in surprise. Her expression changed, the earlier hunger replaced with something close to reverence. She lifted the cage away and brought it up to her face, the tremble in her hands on full display. She examined the metal bars and noticed a small engraved "E" on top of the ring.

"Wow, he's monogrammed, Em. Like a handbag." She looked back at Emily before focusing on David again. "You truly are a denied cuck. How long have you been locked? Three days? Four? More? You must've forgotten what an orgasm feels like by now. That's one thing you do well, daddy, giving up all your orgasms for your wife. Pathetic."

"Four," David ground out, now staring at her openly. Liz took his cock in one hand, her touch soft and gentle. She started stroking it in a slow rhythm. She cupped his balls, rolling them in her other hand, weighing them carefully. She kept hitting the sensitive spot on the underside of the head, and David's breath hitched every time she did.

"You like it, daddy? You like it when a girl who could be your daughter touches your dick? It's so small, daddy, so disappointing."

Emily noticed how Liz clenched her thighs together, trying to stay in control.

"You wish you had a cock like Marcus, don't you, daddy? So you could make a girl scream, instead of watching it like a cuck... that's why yours is locked, so only big dicks can cum..."

She was getting closer, until her face was inches away from his hard cock. Her expression of hunger was back in full force and she was fully focused on the shaft in front of her. A small bead of precum formed at the tip, and she started to stroke him harder.

"Look at it, daddy, it's leaking, so disgusting... ngh... how dare you leak when I'm touching it..."

She was licking her lips. Liz moved her hand from his balls to between her legs, soft cooing sounds escaping her.

Emily's pussy started tingling in anticipation. Yesss, Lizzie. Lick it, you little slut. She looked at David, marvelling at his self-control.

Liz was so close he could feel her hot breath on his cock. Her soft hands, her tight grip and faster strokes made him move his hips, trying to get more friction. He was struggling now. He was close, too close.

"Fuck, Liz, if you don't slow down I'm gonna cum here and now," he managed to say, his voice tight.

The spell broke. Emily nearly burst out laughing when she saw the clarity come back to Liz, her hunger replaced by utter embarrassment. Liz yanked her hand away from underneath her shirt and moved her face as far as possible from him. Her other hand stopped stroking his cock, although her grip remained as tight as ever.

"W-w-what? No, no, no, no way, I didn't... I wasn't... Did you really think I'd do it? Don't be stupid, daddy, I never even thought about it... in my... mouth." Her eyes dropped back to his cock, her hand still on it.

Emily caught David's eyes and smiled at him. She mouthed a silent I love you, and he responded with a smile of his own, now visibly relieved he'd held on. Liz chose this moment to look at him. Oh no, honey, now she'll go mad.

"Are you laughing at me, daddy? Fuck... I still have your cock in my hand so you better behave. Look at meee, daddy," Liz whined, her self-control fraying. "You're going to get punished for leaking, you know that?"

She started stroking him again, with feather-like touches. She turned to Emily, her face flushed.

"Em, please, let me ruin him. I want to punish him for being mean to young girls... fuck... only real men should cum, not cucks like daddy... please, please, please, Em."

Liz was looking at her with puppy-dog eyes. She caught David's eye again, and he gave her a small smile with an almost imperceptible nod. She felt it again, low in her belly, his love so obvious. Goddd, he knows I'm gonna let her do it... fuckkk... he's not getting out of bed tomorrow...

"Should I let her, baby? Would you like Liz to ruin you? Fuuuck, Marcus, yesss. You don't have a say, baby, not anymore. Ohhh... Yesss... Ruin him, Liz, Marcus is the only one getting off like a man tonight."

Liz smiled as if Christmas had come early. She turned back to David, her grin predatory. "Hear that, cuck? Only the superior cock can cum, and yours doesn't count. Get on the floor, daddy. I still have to punish you more before I make your tiny dick dribble."

David chuckled, shaking his head.

"Do your worst, Liz. Let's see if you can play in the big leagues, or if you're just all talk."

He slid down to the rug, kneeling in front of the armchair.

"You'll regret saying that, daddy. I was going to be nice, but now I'll show you."

Liz got up and took his place in the armchair. She opened her legs, giving him an unrestricted view of her wet pussy.

"Like the view, daddy? You wish you were man enough to get it. Too bad."

She lifted her right foot and brought it close to his face. Her toenails were painted dark blue, almost black against her pale feet.

"Kiss it." She wriggled her toes.

David held her gaze as he closed the distance. He kissed her big toe, then moved along her arch, planting light kisses on the way.

"Ok, ok, fuuuck, stop it, daddy. I'm supposed to be punishing you, not letting you do what you like."

She lifted her other foot and started moving them both over his chest and abs.

"They're cold, Liz," he said.

"Then warm them up for me, daddy."

He took her left foot and started massaging it with his hands. He moved it slowly towards his mouth, kissing and licking it. She moved her right foot south, and rested it on his cock.

David kept worshipping her toes. Liz's breathing was getting heavier, her left hand gripping her shirt, her right hand teasing her pussy.

"Yesss, daddy... fuck... no wonder you're so pathetic if you like feet so much... god." He grazed his teeth along the inside of her foot, drawing a loud moan from Liz.

"Fuck... you're a pathetic cuckold, daddy... and you love it, don't you, being cucked all the time... when was the last time you even had sex, bet it was ancient times... tiny white dick, always locked... that's all you're good for, daddy, to clean up and to let your wife get proper fucking from big black dicks... never yours, she probably can't even feel it anymore..."

Emily watched David intently. That's it, baby, show her what she's been missing... what she can't have. She felt Marcus's fingers leave her pussy, pushing into her mouth, and she tasted herself. She moaned, her hips rolling, encouraging him to do more.

"... pathetic... tiny... fuck, daddy..."

She sucked on Marcus's fingers and focused on David and Liz again. Liz was still rubbing his cock with her foot, faster now. Her right hand moved furiously under her shirt. David was moaning softly into her foot, licking her frantically, his hips moving, chasing her foot.

"I can feel you twitching, daddy. You like it when I speak like this? When I'm mean? It's all true... Fuckkkk. You're gonna ruin it on my toes. And you'll lick it up like the good cuck you are, daddy... fuck..."

It was too much for him. "Fuck, Liz, I'm coming," he moaned.

Emily saw his stomach tense as he tried to hold on. Fuuuck, honey, she got you good. His cock started twitching and Liz stopped instantly. Emily held her breath, and after a few seconds his cock finally gave up. Liz kept her foot underneath, making sure she collected every drop on her toes. She looked at her cum-covered toes with awe, as if not sure it was really happening. She slowly lifted her foot to David's face, stopping just short of his mouth.

"Clean it up, daddy," she whispered. "Lick it up, like the cum-eating cuck you are. That's it... fuck... yesss... daddy... daddy... yessss... suck on them... fuuuck..."

Emily was rubbing her clit, hard and fast. The sight of her husband teasing Liz's toes, swallowing every bit of cum he found, was almost too much. David was looking straight into Liz's eyes as he sucked and played with her foot. Emily felt the pressure building in her belly. That's it, hoooneyyy... fuuuck, yesss... lick it all off... such a good boy... Liz had her gaze locked with David, a look of wonder on her face.

Emily felt Marcus speed up his thrusts. His hand moved from her mouth to her throat, and she swallowed against it. His other hand squeezed her breast harder, her nipple now pinched and pulled with more force.

"Yesss, Marcus... fuck... so good..."

She loved it when he held her neck, when he owned her, just before he came. She felt her orgasm approaching too, her toes curling, her entire body starting to shake.

Six feet away, Liz seemed to wake from her stupor. "Good cuck. That's all you're good for, daddy, cleaning up and worshipping feet, bet you don't even want to cum anymore with that tiny white cock..." Liz kept hurling insults as if it was Tuesday.

David finished licking her foot with a kiss in the middle of the arch, unbothered by her taunts.

"I think you're all talk after all, Liz," he said calmly from the rug. He was still holding her foot, his thumb pressing into her sole. He held her gaze, his expression serious.

Fuuuck... honey... no fair. Emily was close to the edge, but she wanted to prolong it. She slowed her fingers, trying to keep herself seconds from cumming.

Liz went apoplectic. Her eyes flashed, and she tried to pull her foot away, but he held on tight. She leaned forward, her hand under the shirt moving frantically.

"The fuck did you say, daddy? I'm all talk? What are you gonna do, huh? You're just a cuck who can't do anything without his wife saying so... you're pathetic, daddy. You can't do anything other than watch, you're..."

Emily couldn't remember the last time David had moved so quickly. He stood, lifted Liz and sat back in the armchair with her lying across his lap, all in one fluid movement. His left hand held her down, his right pulled her shirt up, exposing her bare ass. He squeezed it roughly, eliciting a loud moan from her.

"I'll show you how to play properly, Liz. I'll show you what happens to young sluts who bite off more than they can chew."

"You wouldn't dare... fuckkk... you wouldn't dare, daddy..." Liz was moaning, even before the first spank landed.

"Arghh!... Fuckkkkkk!..." she screamed in shock when his hand struck for the first time. He didn't hold back. A red print of his hand was already visible on her pale skin.

"Daddyyyy...!" came after the second.

Fuuuck... he didn't even look at me... ohhh... oh my Goood!... Emily couldn't take it and she came, hard, clamping on Marcus's cock. Seeing her husband take charge like that turned her on more than anything ever had. Marcus came right after, holding her tight, spilling his load into the condom. He continued fucking her for a few more strokes, until he stopped and pulled out, the condom full. He quickly tied it off and chucked it into a small bin next to the bed.

"Cheers, Emily. Call me whenever," he whispered. He touched her tattoo briefly, before giving her a light spank on her ass. He left the room quickly and quietly, as was his habit.

Emily sighed, fully satisfied. Her pussy was stretched and sore, her muscles exhausted. Her attention went back to Liz and David. Love you, honey. Don't break her too hard, baby...

"See, Liz? Had enough? Of course not, you're begging for it still..." he said. He stopped for a second, groping her ass cheek, massaging the hot, red skin. He then inserted two fingers into her pussy without warning. She went still for a split second, a small orgasm rolling through her.

"Soaked. Of course you are, you brat. You're soaked from getting spanked, you little slut, and there's more coming."

He took his fingers out and started again. Liz lost all coherence. A barely intelligible stream of "daddy!" and "please!" poured out of her.

He moved his left hand, no longer holding her down. His right hand went straight back to her pussy, the left now spanking her at the same time. Liz shifted slightly, allowing him easier access. She was so wet that Emily could hear it with every slap.

"Cum, Liz, cum right now," David ordered, his thumb entering her ass. Liz howled as she came, her body going rigid across his lap for a second, before shaking uncontrollably. Her orgasm lasted a while, David's fingers never stopping. He kept her riding it out, and when she finally climbed down from her high, her body went limp.

David caught Emily staring at them and gave her a smile. He massaged Liz's bum gently, giving her time to come back to herself.

"Shh, Liz. Take your time. It's okay. Shh. You've done well, princess," he whispered to her.

Emily watched the tender treatment, and smiled. That's why I married this guy. Love you, Muffin.

Liz didn't move for a while, and Emily was surprised she'd stayed silent for so long. She was about to get up and check on her when Liz suddenly sprang back to life. She turned around in David's lap and launched herself at him. Her arms locked around his neck, her legs on either side of him. She nearly knocked him back into the chair, their teeth clashing as she kissed him with a desperation Emily had never seen before. Emily watched, frozen, as she realised that David was kissing Liz back, just as hard. She felt a small jolt. Not quite jealousy, not quite arousal. Interesting. That's... new.

They separated eventually. Liz had a look on her face that Emily didn't recognise. She looked so soft and vulnerable, completely unlike the woman who'd been hurling the sharpest barbs at her husband minutes ago.

"Daddy... I..." Liz kept her arms around his neck, still straddling him. She looked bashfully into his eyes, clearly wanting to say more. Then she seemed to remember where she was, and her armour went back on, her smirk with it.

"Daddy, I want to eat," she said, as if she was a princess. "And not cum, like you... stupid daddy..."

Emily couldn't hold back this time. She burst out laughing, and Liz and David joined in right after.