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My Wife Makes Me Tell Her I Love Her with My Bully’s Cock in my Mouth!

It’s bad enough that he’s taken my wife’s pussy, but he wants my mouth too!

This story contains elements of extreme cuckold humiliation and M/M sexual contact. Please read responsibly!

My breathing sped up as John’s hands wandered over Lana’s body, exploring every inch of her. My stomach lurched with jealousy, and I couldn’t help but feel that this was all my fault. After all, I was the one who let this asshole beat me up at the bar, embarrassing me in front of my wife and her friends. Since then, without my knowledge, he’d been texting her, flirting with her, making fun of me until my wife finally gave in.

“You like that, don’t you, slut?” John growled down at my wife and I felt my heart thud to a standstill when I saw my wife smile happily up at my tormentor.

“Yes!” she moaned. “It’s so good!”

“Better than needle dick over there?”

This forced Lana to glance my way, her straight blonde hair a wild tangle that fell down over one eye. Those blue eyes, the ones I had fallen for three years ago, looked at me with a mixture of pity and derision.

“Oh, fuck yes!” she laughed, each giggle a dagger to my heart. “So much better!”

I moaned with pain, the tears streaming down my face. How did it come to this? Why? Why was she being so cruel?

The answer became obvious as John rocked back on his heels and lifted my wife’s ample ass off the bed, settling her buttocks on his thighs. The powerful hands that could beat me into submission locked around Lana’s waist and he drove his enormous cock deep inside my wife’s slick, pink cunt.

“Fuck, you are so tight!” John grunted as he sawed his thick shaft into my wife’s trembling body. “No wonder you wanted me to fuck you. I’ll bet you never had a real man.”

“Never!” Lana cried, her ass smacking the tops of his thighs as tried to drive his meaty cock even deeper inside of her cunt. “Never!”

“That’s why you’re my slut, isn’t it? Because your husband’s such a pussy!”

“Yes! Yes! He’s such a PUSSY!”

The words speared my brain and all I could do was sob. That’s why this was happening. I couldn’t defend her, I couldn’t protect her, and now I was nothing but a beaten man watching as the better man took what he deserved.

“Goddamn you are such a pussy!” John laughed at me as he pounded into my wife. Lana’s body responded to the humiliation and I watched, helpless, as her body rose even further off the bed, fucking the bastard back with all of her strength. “Tell your husband he’s a pussy and I’ll make you come!”

Lana looked at me with those blue eyes now filled with coldness I didn’t recognize. Her mouth curled up in a cruel smile.

“You’re such a pussy!” she hissed. “Such a FUCKING PUSSY!”

Her expression changed when John hammered into her, fucking her with a violent power I could never match. her beautiful blue eyes rolled up to whites and her mouth fell open. Her screams of pleasure rose to a fevered pitch, bouncing off the walls as her body convulsed against John. Suddenly, her legs shook like my bully’s cock was a livewire. I had never seen her come like that in my life.

“OH, FUCK JOHN!” Lana screamed, her voice echoing through the room. “Oh my GOD! I’m coming!”

John smirked, rolling his hips to twist and drive himself deeper and harder into her. Her breathing became ragged and I bit my lip, my cock hardening as he dominated her. I couldn’t believe how hard she came, her body bowing and arching as she fought to keep herself upright.

He leaned over her, pressing his forehead against hers and holding her in place while he rutted against her. Her body did everything it could to respond to him, to milk him dry and draw out his orgasm. But he wasn’t suffering, his eyes were wide and his jaw clenched. He was enjoying my wife’s distress, but he held back his orgasm turn her on even more.

“Come for me again, slut!” John ordered. “Show your husband how a slut comes on a real cock!”

“Oh, baby! I’m coming for him! I’m coming for your FUCKING BULLY!” Lana’s screams burned like acid as she came again, her hips bucking wildly. “Oh my FUCKING GOD! JOHN, I LOVE YOUR COCK!”

John growled, his eyes locked on hers and muscles strained as his cock pumped inside her. She shuddered beneath him, her body shaking and trembling as her pussy tightened around him.

Finally, John fell back on the bed and smiled in pleasure. I could feel the wet heat from him and I couldn’t help but marvel at his power and endurance.

“You are such a slut, you know that?” John said once he had caught his breath. “I didn’t even have to convince you.”

“I’m not a slut,” Lana said, her voice laced with satisfaction. “I’m your slut.”

“That’s right, and you know what? I want something else.”

Lana squirmed beneath him, her hands coming up to run over his thick arms and shoulders. “What do you want, baby?”

John leaned over and whispered something in her ear. Lana smiled and nodded and John rolled off of her and watched my wife crawl off the bed.

I could smell the heavy musk of sweat and sex roll off her body as she knelt down beside me. She looked down at my cock, so much smaller and thinner than John’s massive cudgel.

“Did you see that?” Lana murmured in my ear. “That’s what happens when a real man fucks me.”

I stifled a sob and Lana chuckled.

“You’re crying, but your little cock is so hard!”

As if in answer, my cock twitched at her words. She giggled as pre-cum dribbled out of the tip and onto the floor.

“John wants you to do something,” Lana murmured, her hot breath on my ear made me shiver with need despite the intense humiliation I felt.

“Wuh… what does he want me to do?” I asked.

Lana beckoned John forward and the large man slid off the bed and loomed over me.

“You see this?” John wrapped his meaty hand around his cock and stroked himself lazily. “I want you to taste this!”

“I can’t,” I whispered. “I can’t do that.”

“No?” John said, his cock twitched and jumped in his hand. “You can’t taste this big, thick cock from the best fuck your wife ever had? You can’t taste the cock that I made your wife cum with?”

Lana slid up next to me, her hand on my back. The smell of her freshly fucked pussy filled my nostrils as her voice cooed in my ear.

“You want me to stay, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Then, show me how much you love me. Suck John’s cock.”

My cock twitched and my body trembled as John pushed the tip of his cock against my lips. He smeared a thick dollop of salty pre-cum against my lips, mixed with the tangy taste of my wife’s pussy.

It wasn’t that I didn’t want to; I did! I wanted to do anything for Lana. I just… I just couldn’t. John’s cock was so big and thick. It was too humiliating to even think about, let alone actually do.

“I can’t,” I said, my voice hoarse.

“You’re going to suck my cock, or Lana leaves you,” John said flatly. “And believe me, I will tell everyone she knows that you’re a little cocksucker and a pussy. I’ll tell everyone about the time you let me fuck her while you watched. Do you want that?”

“No,” I said, my body shaking as I stared at John’s cock, his hand squeezing the base of his shaft tightly. “Please.”

“Then close your eyes and open your mouth,” John said. “And suck my cock.”

Lana snuggled up beside me and curled her hand around my throbbing penis. My cock twitched against her palm, oozing out more pre-cum. Then, she placed her other hand on the back of my head, gently pushing me forward.

“Do it,” she murmured. “If you want me to stay, you need to make John happy. Happy bully, happy wife.”

John chuckled, and Lana giggled, their mingled laughter making my heart hurt. I bit my lip and felt the tears roll down my face, but I closed my eyes and opened my mouth.

I felt John’s cock head touch my lips and I opened my mouth further, letting the head of his cock slide between my lips. When it hit the back of my throat, I gagged, Lana’s giggles echoing in my ears. I stretched my mouth open wider, and John pushed the head of his cock deeper, pressing against the back of my throat.

John’s cock was so big and my throat was so small. I gurgled and moaned, but Lana held my head in place as John leaned forward and rubbed his thick pubic hairs against my lips.

“Thats it, you little bitch!” John grunted. “Take that cock!

I gagged and tried to pull away, but Lana’s hand held firm to the back of my head. John pulled back then slammed forward and his entire cock slid so deep, his balls pressed against my chin. I let out a choking whimper as Lana pushed on my head until the sweat of my bully’s pelvis smeared my forehead and John’s thick, hairy balls pressed wetly against my chin.

John’s cock slid back out of my throat, slowly, as

if he was savoring the feeling.

“Oh, fuck!” Lana gasped. “Holy shit! It’s so hot watching the guy you hate fuck your face!”

I groaned in shame, then all thoughts were burned away as John began fucking my mouth in earnest. His thick cock slid in and out with a steady rhythm. My throat was gripping his cock tightly on every thrust, my bruised lips sliding over his slick shaft. John moaned and thrust into my throat faster and faster, until his balls were slapping against my chin.

I felt the tears falling down my face as Lans wrapped her arms around me and squeezed me tightly, her firm tits pressing against my back.

“Tell me you love me, baby,” Lana whispered in my ear. “Tell me you love me with your bully’s cock in your mouth.”

I couldn’t believe what she was saying. She wanted me to tell her I loved her while my bully was fucking my face? I couldn’t think. Lana’s hand was jerking my cock, making me twitch and moan. John’s hot flesh was hammering at my throat, filling my mouth with his throbbing cockmeat.

And my wife’s words rang in my ear.

“Tell me you love me. Tell me you love me!”

“Aw ruff oo!” I gurgled, the words bubbling over my lips. “AW RUFF OO!”

“Oh, shit!” John groaned. “That is so fucking pathetic!”

Lana laughed and bore down on my cock. I felt the pressure in my balls rising inexorably, forced from my core by my wife’s merciless hand. My body tensed and I was on the edge of my orgasm.

Lana noticed my impending orgasm, jerked my cock harder, then hissed in my ear.

“I don’t care!”

I cried out around John’s shagft, her wicked words hitting me deep inside my balls. My cock spasmed and I squirted out my pathetic load as my wife’s laughter echoed in my ears and my bully’s salty dick filled my mouth. My mind broke, overwhelmed by shameful lust, I gave into the intense pain and exquisite pleasure.

“Good boy!” Lana said and stood up as John pulled his wet, hard cock from my mouth. She draped her lithe body over John’s hard muscles, then pulled him down into a deep, passionate kiss.

I quivered in a puddle of my own cum, my orgasm still burning through me, as my wife made out with my bully.

“See, I told you he was worth having around,” John snickered as my wife nuzzled his chin. “He just needs to be trained.”

“It was so hot the way you fucked his face,” Lana murmured. “I’ve never seen a man get his face-fucked before!”

“A man? He’s not a man, baby,” John grinned. “He’s just a little bitch.”

I moaned and looked down at the floor as John pushed a giggling Lana onto the bed. He gripped her hips and pulled her up onto her hands and knees.

“Watch your husband’s heart break as I fuck you,” he growled and slammed his clean, hard cock into my wife’s already stretched cunt.

“Fuck yeah!” Lana cried, and she locked eyes with me as John hammered her from behind, her breasts slapping against her rib cage with the force of his thrusts.

And my heart broke as Lana’s pretty blue eyes rolled up to whites and her mouth opened in a scream of intense pleasure.

“Oh, yeah!” Lana cried out, her voice muffled. “Oh, fuck yeah! Ohhhh fuck!”

I whimpered as another pang of helpless lust shot through me. My wife’s moans were desperate as she was fucked, loud lusty sounds filling in the room. She was my wife, she was supposed to be the woman who loved me. But she was begging for more cock, moaning with need, her passion for my bully more important than her love for me.

“You’re just a little bitch, like your husband,” John spat. “You’ll do anything for a real man.”

“Anything!” Lana cried.

“Tell your husband who you love!” John growled. “Tell him!”

Lana’s eyes rolled in her sockets, but she managed to focus on me. I felt the pain in my heart as she smiled through the intense lust.

“I… love… you…” she grunted, each word punctuated by John’s violent thrusts in her pussy. For a moment, I felt hope, hope that she still loved me, that I was still her husband, no matter how weak or pathetic.

Then, she lifted her head and her next, words pierced my heart.

“I love you… John! Oh, fuck! I love you John! I LOVE YOU!”

I pressed my hands to my ears and hunched over, my breath coming in short, desperate gasps. I didn’t want to hear my wife, but I couldn’t pull my hands away. I couldn’t shut off my ears. Her protestations of love hurt, but the sight of my wife in the throes of passion were even worse.

And I couldn’t look away.

“I love you more than my husband!”

I collapsed in shame as my wife succumbed once more to the throes of passion, her words echoing in my ears. My heart was breaking, but her passion was hotter than anything I’d ever seen. The dull ache leftover from my orgasm bloomed into a hot, lewd flower in my balls.

“Oh, fuck!” John growled and locked his hands onto my wife’s hips as he drove his cock deep into her cunt. He pulled back, holding my wife’s hips as his cock slid out.

I whimpered as I watched my wife’s stretched pussy follow John’s thick cock, her labia gripping his shaft pulling him back into her hungry cunt.

I felt my cock twitch between legs again. I squeezed my eyes closed and whimpered. I was so weak. I was such a little bitch. I’d always be a little bitch. I couldn’t even stop myself from stroking my cock as John growled and impaled his cock deep into Lana’s quivering body. His ass tensed and I knew the breaking of my heart was the final push he needed to let loose his virile seed deep into Lana’s womb.

John rolled Lana towards me on the bed and stretched her battered, pink pussy lips apart. I continued to stroke my cock as he sank his fingers deep into her cunt forcing his thick, white cum out of her pussy and down over the crack of her ass.

“You see that?” John asked. “That’s what a real man does to a little slut. You could never do that to her.”

I was all out of tears, but I felt the pain in my heart. John was right. I couldn’t give my wife what she needed. All I could do was stroke my cock and watch as John’s cum dripped out of my wife’s used cunt.

“Come here, baby,” Lana giggled as she stroked John’s back. “I want you to come while you’re licking John’s jizz from my pussy. I want you to taste what he did to me while you jerk your little cock.”

I pulled my eyes away from my wife’s wrecked pussy and looked at her. She looked so happy, her eyes half-closed in contentment, her smile warm and inviting. She held her arms open to me, inviting me to join her. I wanted to go to her, to fill her hungry pussy with my cock. I wanted to bury my cock into her used, stretched pussy and fuck her like a man.

I couldn’t. I was pathetic and weak. I could only stroke my little dick as my wife beckoned to me.

I whimpered as I crawled to my wife and knelt in front of her. I could smell her sweat and sex and smell John’s cum as it dripped from her pussy. I shuddered as the scent washed over me, making me dizzy with desire.

I stuck out my tongue and lapped at my wife’s pussy, and felt a throb in my balls as I tasted his thick, salty jizz dripping from my wife’s bruised lips. Lana moaned in delight at the sensation as she rubbed her breasts and humped her hips into my face, feeding more of her pussy.

“Oh, yeah, baby,” Lana moaned. “You’re such a good little bitch. Suck his cum from my pussy! Oh fuck!”

I whimpered as I heard John’s deep chuckle, but it didn’t stop me. I slurped at my wife’s pussy and swallowed thick mouthfuls of his cum. It was so salty and thick and so fucking hot. I groaned as I swallowed more and more of John’s jizz and licked my wife’s pussy for more.

My cock pulsed in my hand and I knew I was close to my second orgasm, something that had never happened. Lana gripped my head and thrashed her pussy against my face, slathering my cheeks and chin with her and John’s slimy lust. I moaned and Lana felt me tense against her.

“That’s right, you pathetic loser! Come for me, come as you eat a real man’s cum!”

I groaned and shuddered. I could feel every muscle in my body contracting in orgasm. I gasped for air as my cock exploded, spraying a thin load of cum onto the floor.

I collapsed against my wife’s leg as my orgasm faded. I panted against her thigh while I trembled, covered in sweat, slime and cum. “Good boy,” Lana laughed and tousled my hair affectionately. “I’m so proud of you. John was right. You’re such a good little bitch.”

She stroked my hair and I trembled with delight as I listened to her soft whispers and kind words. Her hands were so gentle and soft and soothing. I felt so safe and happy in her arms.

“You’re my little cum eating whore, now” she giggled. “I think I’ll keep you around for a little longer.”

“Thank you, Lana,” I whined. “I’m so glad you like me. I love you so much.”

“I know you do, baby,” she laughed. “I know you do.”

She kissed my forehead and grabbed my hand, pulling it away from my cock. I whimpered as I looked at the soft cock dangling like a limp noodle between my legs and then at John’s thick, strong cock that had fucked my wife without mercy. John’s cock was so big and so strong. I suddenly wanted to stroke it and suck it. I wanted to be a good little cocksucking whore for John and Lana.

“Go ahead, bitch,” John grunted. “Clean me up, too. If you’re really good, I’ll cum in your mouth.”

I groaned as my wife laughed, but I didn’t hesitate. I knew my place now and I would do anything to make my wife and her bully happy.

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