Cuckquean Novels & Stories

he husked deeply, making her inside churn. **Now what is this grumbling inside me!!** “You are becoming a shameless Falcone. Do you want to flatter me with your poor skills? You are good at killing and massacring, don't try either.” “your attitude fucking turned me on Sweetheart. I am waiting for the day when I use this smart mouth of yours in better work.” He husked “in your dreams”she hissed

Marie chimed in, "there's something you're going to have to realize. These two, while incredibly sexy and I'm sure capable lovers, are incredibly sheltered." Duncan chuckled. "It's true. We both grew up in very strict Christian households, and we're not the type of people to really want to try crazy things." "Ah," Ed said. "Enough said. A cuckold is a man that gets pleasure from seeing his wife with other men. The difference is that she tries to humiliate him, or tells him that the other lover is much better than her husband ever could be. You see, it's not the sight of his wife being pleasured, it's the act of being humiliated that gives him pleasure."

Cindy, a cum-drenched wreck covered in sweat, milk, and drying semen, stood on the platform on shaky legs. “I have a special birthday wish,” she announced breathlessly. The twelve bulls and the guests cheered wildly. “I want all of you to breed me again… flood my married womb with your superior seed. And I want my pathetic cuck to watch every thick drop go inside me, then suck every single one of your big black cocks clean while he fucks his own ass like the desperate, broken bitch he is.” “Cuck, you must smile, thank your masters properly, and make that fluffy tail bounce for everyone.” Laughter and applause filled the room. Mark’s face flushed deep red with shame.

"Suck it like my cock, bitch." Elena hollowed cheeks around the silicone, tasting Vivienne's essence again, drool bubbling as Ace railed her. The dungeon pulsed whips cracking on other subs nearby, moans harmonizing, the metallic clink of chains constant. Her third squirt built under the assault, pussy clenching Ace's pistoning cock. He pinched her welts, reigniting fire, and she exploded jets soaking his thighs, puddling beneath the bench, the splash audible over cheers.

My fiancée of seven years, Scarlett Blair, sits on my boss' lap, peeling grapes for him. At the annual company gala, he stands on stage and beams as he deliberately awards me the title of "Most Selfless Employee". The giant screen behind him doesn't display my accomplishments. Instead, it shows surveillance footage of my fiancée in a skimpy outfit and black stockings, giving him a private work report in his office. It's taken down almost immediately and cited as a technical glitch, but the laughter that erupts throughout the hall is deafening enough to bring the roof down. In an instant, all eyes are on me, yet I smile like a blind man and walk up to the stage to accept the award.

Since I married Hank Frost seven years ago, I have never gotten pregnant. He never blamed me, however, and would always visit the temple to pray for me. When he returned, he would bring home a new orphan, saying that it was to build good karma. However, when the fifth orphan pushed me down the stairs and broke my leg, I overheard Hank arguing with Josh Graham, who sounded at once disapproving. "Don't you think you've gone too far? Making Yvie Stark raise the five children you had with Sue Lynd? You're not worried she'd throw a fit when she finds out?" As my breath left my lungs while my mind went blank, Hank was twirling his prayer beads nonchalantly. "So what if she does? She should

My wife is pregnant, and I'm a little worried. Before bed, I scroll through a parenting forum and come across an anonymous post. "My husband won't let me have my male best friend's baby. Is this a serious violation of my reproductive rights?" The poster pours her heart out, each line of the post dripping with self-pity. "My doctor said my progesterone levels are low, my her HCG levels aren't doubling as expected, and the gestational sac is implanted close to the scar tissue from my last surgery. If the pregnancy continues, it could cause massive bleeding and put my life at risk. "That's why my husband refuses to let me continue the pregnancy. But he doesn't understand. This baby is the

The wet squelch of my ruined pussy filled the air as I gushed around him, and Caesar's voice broke into a low, guttural growl. "Fuckkkk...this sloppy little cunt," Caesar snarled, his voice ragged and primal, his hips jackhammering into me. "You're drowning my cock, kitten. Do you feel that? You're going to milk me dry with every last drop of you. Say it Kitten, tell me you want it."

Most of them have a word in common. "Tits... tits... tits... breasts, huh," I lift my eyebrows in surprise, this one particular hockey fan is very respectful, "He said, 'This broad has the best breasts I have seen. Good job, Kent' well, at least he didn't say tits. I'm going to like that one." Bram chuckles and I continue reading out loud. 'Who is she?' 'Puckslut' 'Are you okay to play again? Please say yes.' 'I missed you, I love you. She's not good enough for you.'

Shame and want knot so tight I can't breathe right. Jax glances over and sees Milo. He doesn't move his hand. Milo looks at me, for long and in silence. Then turns and walks away. His shoulders stiff. The guilt spikes hotter than the arousal. I shove harder this time. Jax lets me push him back—one step. His thumb slips free. "You're an asshole," I rasp. "Yeah." No apology, he just looked at me. Like he knows exactly what he's doing to me. "I'm not doing this."