Rick’s finger trembled as it hovered agonisingly over the ‘SEND’ button. Deep down he knew this was A REALLY BAD IDEA, but the thought of Amy watching this video and what that might potentially lead to made his balls ache and his stomach churn. His lip started to tremble slightly and as he finally clicked ‘SEND’ an intoxicating wave of fear and regret washed over him.
Forty miles away, in the heart of the city, Amy was riding in a lift up to the fourth floor of her hotel when she got the message. At that moment she was far too busy to pay it any attention, she had a packed day ahead and a long, tiring evening to look forward to. Momentarily she checked her watch; the traffic had been brutal and she really didn’t have that much time to get settled in before her first meeting.
She caught sight of herself in the mirrored wall of the lift. She looked very smart today, dressed in a fitted suit that showed off her gentle curves nicely. She reached up and fiddled with a single hair that wasn’t quite sitting right with the rest of her neat brown bob.
“Not bad… for nearly 40,” she mused. Actually Amy had only just turned 36 and she looked closer to 30 if truth be told…
Amy dropped her suitcase on the bed and flipped it open, then started removing her clothes and hanging them in the small wardrobe provided. She didn’t especially like having to stay away from home, but she knew when she took this job that there would be times when she had to put aside her personal preferences for the good of her career.
Her phone buzzed and she saw she had several messages from members of her team and also one from her husband Rick. She clicked on that one first and saw there was an attachment titled ‘H.T.B.Y.M.’.
“Hi Amy, I hope you got there safely. I’ve been wanting to send you this video for a very long time. I thought maybe you could watch it later if you have time. Love you, Rick. XXX.”
Amy smiled, it wasn’t unusual for Rick to send her videos to watch, over the years she’d learned a lot about her husband’s ‘proclivities’ and their relationship had ‘developed’ over time as a result. Nominally they were in what you might call a ‘Femdom’ relationship, but it was fairly playful. However it was clear that Rick wanted more, and while Amy found it exciting, her naturally cautious nature was holding her back a little.
Amy closed Rick’s message and started reading and answering the others she had received. Once she’d done that she again checked the time and seeing that she had a few minutes to spare she flicked back to Rick’s message, wondering what the video could be and what ‘H.T.B.Y.M.’ stood for.
That mystery was solved as soon as she clicked on the attachment. The video opened with the text ‘How to Break Your Man’ displayed at the bottom of the screen while a very hot, but fully clothed girl stood smoking and blowing smoke at the camera.
As Amy watched, more text appeared at the bottom of the screen…
“Ladies this video is for you, if you are unsatisfied in the bedroom follow this guide. You’ll learn to demand a new lifestyle, one where you’re in charge, where he submits to you and you can do anything you want. You deserve that freedom, all you need to do is teach him, train him, coerce him, break him… It’s easy if you follow these steps.”
‘O-kay’, thought Amy. Then another line of text appeared.
“If you are a Beta boy watching this, show it to your girl, she already knows you deserve it anyway!”
On the screen a series of couples appeared having sex, mostly women being penetrated from behind while checking their phones or reading books…
“Step 1 – Show him he doesn’t satisfy you in bed. He needs to know that you are unsatisfied.”
Amy chuckled to herself, that was a bit harsh. Rick maybe wasn’t the greatest lover she’d ever had, but she didn’t really have any complaints and he loved going down on her.
“Step 2 - Make him go down on you regularly, he will be excited to please you even if it’s only with his tongue. DO NOT ASK PERMISSION FIRST. Just pull his head down or climb on his face. Do not give him sex without getting oral first. If he complains cut him off from sex for a week. Remember you’re the boss!”
Well.. that wasn’t an issue, Rick never turned her down… but the idea of just straddling his face without saying a word made her pussy tingle a little.
“Step 3 – Limit him to handjobs after he licks you to orgasm. He may want more at first, but make sure he’s too horny to argue. Reduce the attention on him, teach him to focus on YOU. Even though you might not fuck him, make the transition slowly with time, until you’re only fucking his tongue and giving him handjobs.”
On the screen a woman jerked a guy’s cock while slapping his balls and then another woman jerked a guy off over her stomach while ignoring him and looking at her phone. Amy frowned slightly, thinking this was a little odd... but she kept watching.
“Step 4 – Make him fall in love with your feet. Start by asking for footrubs and walking barefoot around the house. He might not like it at first, but it’s important he does it anyway. Make him worship your feet in public, perhaps in your car, you want him to feel embarrassed and powerless. It will reaffirm that you’re in charge.”
Amy smiled again as she watched a girl in the passenger seat of a car pulling off her socks and pointing her pretty feet towards the camera. Rick already had a foot fetish and it might be fun to make him worship her feet in public, or somewhere they might possibly be seen.
“Step 5 – Tease his dick as much as possible. Dangle him so close to fucking you, but never let him. This will drive him crazy. You want him horny and hopeful. He’ll worship you every day, dreaming to fuck your pussy. It will never happen, but keep his hopes alive, he can cum near your pussy, but never inside.”
On the screen an Asian girl was on top of a guy, rubbing her pussy against his dick until he shot his load all over his own stomach. Amy found her fingers moving down between her legs and pressing gently against her groin.
“Mmmm, that was hot!” she muttered to herself.
“Step 6 – Get ‘caught’ masturbating. At this stage he knows not to complain. But he will feel pathetic and jealous. Invite him to watch you masturbate, even better if you use a large dildo. Show him how good it feels, make sure he knows he could never please you like this.”
On the screen a series of girls appeared, each fucking themselves enthusiastically with a variety of large dildos. Amy sighed loudly as she watched a gorgeous dark haired girl with slutty sandals impale herself on a thick rubber cock, wishing now that she had thought to pack her own toys.
Abruptly the stream of girls disappeared, only to be replaced by a solitary hard cock, throbbing as it was teased by the tip of a woman’s tongue, cum slowly leaking out and down the shaft.
More text filled the screen.
“If you’ve made it this far then this lifestyle is definitely for you, hopefully you’ve noticed a huge change in his behaviour by now. You’ve taught him to please you first and not to say no. You’ve severely limited his chance to fuck you and he’s been teased to the point of desperation. But he’s still not broken the way he needs to be. Most girls miss these next critical steps. Don’t be one of them. You need to break him completely.”
Now a woman lay next to her partner on a bed, squeezing his balls roughly in her hand as she masturbated…
Amy let out a small groan of pleasure.
“Step 7 – Jerk him off with your feet (make him clean them afterwards), then after he gets used to this use your feet to ruin his orgasm. As soon he starts to cum stop touching him and relax your feet, just let his cum drip onto them so that he can eat it.”
On the screen a girl stroked a well lubed cock with her feet until it started to cum and then stopped moving, leaving the guy’s cum to dribble out onto her toes.
Amy had actually teased Rick’s cock with her foot before but she’d never thought to use lube, that would be pretty hot to try…
“Step 8 – Introduce him to chastity. Tell him again how unsatisfied you are and how you need a change. Lots of couples are experimenting with chastity these days. Convincing him to put the cage on is the hard part. But once you do you can keep him locked as long as you want. Now this is very important; Remember to tease him OFTEN. Keep him horny and desperate. Wear the key on a chain where he can see it constantly, either around your neck or even better around your ankle.”
‘Huh,’ thought Amy. Rick had bought her an ankle chain a couple of years ago; it was really pretty but she’d only ever worn it once. Her friend Alex had seen it and told her that she should be careful as it was a sign to guys that she was a ‘Hot Wife’ and after that she’d left it in her jewellery box. As for chastity, they’d played with the idea a little, but it was more that she teased him several times throughout the day before eventually letting him cum either later that day or sometimes the day after. She certainly hadn’t ever entertained the idea of locking his cock up, but maybe it could be fun…?
Amy looked at the time again.
“Fuck!”
She closed the video and hurriedly checked her reflection before heading back to the lift.
*****
Amy opened the door to her room and all but collapsed onto the bed. She was exhausted and she still had to have a bath and get ready for the evening do with the big bosses. She really wished she could go home, but she was stuck here for another two days. Ugh!
At least it was only one more night after this one, then she could sleep in her own bed again, with Rick.
She picked up her phone and texted her husband.
AMY: Hi Sweetie, I’m beat. What a day.
RICK: Hi Amy, did you get my message earlier?
AMY: Shit, yes. Sorry, been so busy today. I didn’t get chance to reply.
RICK: No worries.
AMY: Have you had a good day?
RICK: Oh, you know… same old.
AMY: I know. 😊
AMY: I watched that video you sent me.
RICK: You did?
AMY: Well, some of it… I’ll watch the rest tonight.
RICK: Okay.
Rick’s mind was racing wondering where she’d got to on the video. He was expecting more of a reaction. Maybe she only watched the start?
AMY: Sorry babe, I gotta go and get ready now.
RICK: Please send shower pics. 😊
AMY: Cheeky! Yeah, it might have to be a shower. There’s a big bath in this room, looks so nice, but I just don’t think I’m going to have the time. Oh well, maybe tomorrow night.
RICK: That’s a shame. If I was there, I would run your bath for you and wash every bit of you clean.
AMY: I bet you would too!
RICK: Okay, well have a good time, if you can.
AMY: No chance of that, but at least the wine is paid for.
RICK: Nice!
AMY: Love you. XXX
RICK: Love you 2, XXX
Amy dropped the phone and flopped back onto the bed. She truly hated these overnight stays, but it was par for the course and she was the one who wanted a job in finance. She hauled herself up and started to peel off her clothes as she headed for the bathroom. She glanced at the huge bathtub longingly and then flicked the shower into life.
As she stood under the refreshing flow of water, she thought back to the video she’d watched earlier. “Step 8 – Introduce him to chastity. Remember to tease him OFTEN. Keep him horny and desperate. Wear the key to his cage on a chain where he can see it constantly, either around your neck or even better around your ankle.”
Amy noticed her nipples starting to harden as she remembered this part of the video. Chastity didn’t sound so bad, she quite liked the idea of being able to tease and control her husband’s cock. Her hands moved down across her stomach and she gently teased her pussy a little, she could use a nice orgasm right now – she hadn’t cum in a shower for years.
She closed her eyes for a second and imagined Rick kneeling in front of her naked save for a chastity cage, begging to be released and allowed to cum.
“Shit!”
Amy’s reverie was broken when she heard the alarm she’d set on her phone start blaring around the bathroom. She knew she only had 45 minutes to get dry, do her hair and apply her make-up. She quickly finished showering and all thoughts of Rick were temporarily put aside.
*****
Amy got back to her room at 1AM. She wasn’t ‘drunk’ exactly, but she’d had enough and she couldn’t wait to get to bed. The people she worked with were so fucking boring, all they could find to talk about was stock options, mergers and blah blah blah. Well, everyone except Matthew of course… everyone loved talking to Matthew.
Matthew started at the company a couple of months ago. Most of the women there were mildly obsessed with him and it wasn’t hard to see why. At 6’3” Matthew cut an imposing figure in the offices, his dark skin looked great against his crisp white shirts and he smelt amazing whenever he walked by (Tom Ford, she was 90% certain!). And of course it didn’t take long for the rumours to start doing the rounds… one of the girls apparently found his Instagram page and aside from his impressive stomach one picture seemed to show a solid bulge in his swimming shorts too. Needless to say Amy had privately sneaked a peak at his Insta, not that she would admit to doing so.
She stripped off her clothes and discarded them on a nearby chair, then went into the bathroom. The bathtub was still there, taunting her.
“I’ll see you tomorrow!” she chuckled to herself.
She cleaned her teeth and then got into bed. She thought about Rick.
“He’s probably asleep,” she told herself.
AMY: Hi sweets, hope you had a nice evening. Got to have been better than mine. Ugh!
She watched the screen hoping for a reply, but none came…
AMY: I’m going to watch the rest of your video now. Love you. XXX
Amy flicked back to the attachment she’d opened earlier and jumped to where she left off.
“Step 9 – Get him to cross dress for you. He probably won’t want to, but just tell him it will be a one off and fun. Do not let him out of the cage until he agrees, he will feel immediately humiliated and when he does quickly take a photo.”
Amy chuckled at this suggestion as on the screen what she thought was a hot blond girl lifted the front of her dress to reveal ‘her’ chastity cage. Seeing this her smile faded and her brow furrowed again as she contemplated what this could mean…
“Step 10 – Use the photos to blackmail him. Jokingly suggest you might post his picture online by accident (don’t worry you won’t ever need to do this) and remind him of this if he resists any of the following steps. You won’t believe how much easier everything becomes…”
Amy paused the video as she tried to get her head around the fact that her husband had sent her this video to watch. What the fuck was she supposed to make of this?
Exasperated she flicked back to her chat and started to write a message…
AMY: “Rick… WTF?”
Her finger hovered over the send button, and then she thought better of it. After all, she knew he was asleep. She flicked back to the video and pressed play once more…
“Step 11 – Buy a strap on to fuck him with. Teach him to fuck like a girl, teach him to enjoy it. Make him beg you for it. This is the only way you fuck now. He should view anal as a reward and the only pleasure he deserves.”
On the screen short clips of women fucking men in the ass flashed by one after another, before a slightly longer clip appeared showing a very hot Asian girl dressed head to toe in latex brutally face-fucking a guy and finally another girl fucking a guy in the ass while fucking his mouth with a dildo at the same time.
“Jesus Christ,” thought Amy. She had pegged Rick a couple of times, but not like that!
“Step 12 – Condition him to watch you being penetrated. Buy a chin mounted strap-on and ride his face and a regular strap on for him to wear above his cage so you can ride ‘his’ cock. Use this conditioning to teach him an important lesson. You love big cocks…”
Amy stared at the screen wondering how much more of this there could possibly be.
“Step 13 – Bring home a real man to fuck. Your boy will be too humiliated to protest. He’s broken now, he’s totally corrupted and you can do whatever you want. You own his mind, he exists to worship you, You can invite your friends over to humiliate him, or have him watch your bull fuck you. Make him lick the bull’s cum from your feet and pussy, train him to like it.”
“Step 14 – Teach him to cum in his cage. To begin with use a vibrator on his cage and balls, then train him to come from anal. Once he learns to do this it will become the only way he gets to cum. Force him to eat your used pussy first and peg him daily to keep him in line. Keep him obsessed with your feet. You’re beyond the point of return, this is your new normal, this is the sex life you deserve. Take charge. BREAK HIM!”
The video finally concluded and Amy sat staring at her phone for a few seconds, before she shut it off and put it next to her on the nightstand. Despite the alcohol, sleep eluded her and as she lay there images and words from the video ricocheted around her head. Similarly when she woke up at 5:45 the next morning she couldn’t seem to think about anything else.
After a few minutes she sat up in bed and grabbed her phone. She opened the file again and by the time she got to ‘Step 10’ she was gently stroking her clit. When the video ended she restarted it and by the time she got to ‘Step 13’ a second time she had cum, HARD.
“Jesus,” she said to herself as she recovered, “This video is fucked up!”
*****
She scrambled out of bed and jumped in the shower, hoping the water would knock some of the clouds out of her head. Her clubbing days were long behind her and she wasn’t used to drinking and working the next day, but she figured there would probably be others worse off than her. Martina from HR was pretty wild and the last thing she saw as she made her way to the lift the night before was her in the bar chatting up a couple of guys from another party. She wondered if those guys noticed her wedding ring, or cared…
She started trying to get her head together for the day ahead; the meetings she knew she had later and a short retirement speech she had to give before lunch for one of her team, but every time she let her concentration dip for just a few seconds her mind pulled back to that video. She simply couldn’t stop thinking about it.
At 7AM she texted Rick.
AMY: Hey, hope you had a good night. I drank too much and now I’m paying for it.
RICK: Oh dear... I missed you last night.
AMY: I missed you too.
There was a slightly awkward pause in the conversation eventually broken by Amy.
AMY: I watched the rest of that video you sent me. It wasn’t what I expected.
RICK: Okay.
AMY: Is that all you’ve got to say?
RICK: Yeah… not 100% sure I should have sent you that.
AMY: I see…
Rick didn’t respond for some time.
AMY: So, what am I supposed to do now?
No reply was forthcoming and after a few minutes Amy started to get a little irritated. After another five minutes she dialled Rick’s number but he didn’t pick up; clearly he did not want to talk about it.
‘Fine,’ Amy huffed to herself, ‘If that’s the way you wanna play it, then fine.’
She took a deep breath and started typing, her thumbs a blur on the keypad of her phone.
AMY: Since apparently you don’t want to talk to me, I just wanted to tell you… I watched your video three times. The first time I was like WTF? But then I couldn’t stop thinking about it… so this morning I watched it again. Twice. The first time I touched myself and the second time I came so hard.
AMY: LIKE SO FUCKING HARD!
AMY: Ring me later. I really need to talk to you about this.
Amy slammed the phone down on the bed and finished applying her make up. She was extra pissed because she knew it was Rick’s day off today, so it wasn’t like he was rushing to get to work or anything.
She was just about to leave her room when her mobile finally rang. It was Rick.
“I can’t talk now I have a meeting in ten minutes. Ring me at 11.”
“Okay, I lov…” answered Rick meekly, realising Amy had already closed the call. She sounded pretty annoyed and Amy, lovely as she was, did have a bit of a fiery temper sometimes.
At 10:55AM Amy took the lift back to her room and waited for Rick to call. She really didn’t need this shit today and as the minutes ticked by Amy was getting more and more wound up and frustrated. Maybe Rick needed to be taught a lesson?
Finally at 11:05AM, her phone started ringing…
Amy had planned to talk to her husband calmly. She knew he was a bit impulsive sometimes and he had a habit of fixating on fantasies a bit too much. Clearly he regretted sending the video, so the kind thing to do would be to tell him ‘Okay, I know it’s just a fantasy and you got carried away, let’s gloss over it and move on’. But now her mind was running in a completely different direction.
Besides, the video clearly turned him on otherwise he wouldn’t have sent it to her. And now she couldn’t stop thinking about it either…
“Hi Amy, sorry I….”
Amy cut him off immediately.
“I don’t have much time, so be quiet and listen.”
“Okay.”
Amy let that go, tempting as it was to tell him to shut up.
“I watched your video and the first time it was a bit hard to watch, okay… I really didn’t get why the fuck you would send me that. But you know what, it got in my head and now I can’t stop thinking about it. So I need you to tell me right now, one way or another… is that what turns you on? Is that really what you want, to be my ‘bitch’?”
Rick was taken aback by this line of questioning, he knew he’d fucked up sending that video, and he was prepared for some shit, but he wasn’t expecting this.
“Well? Is it?”
“I… I don’t know.”
Amy fumed silently at his indecision.
“I don’t really see how else I’m supposed to interpret that video, honestly. Whether you want it or not, whether you admit it or not, it clearly turns you on otherwise you would never have sent it. Would you?”
“No,” confessed Rick shamefully.
“So?”
“I…” Rick struggled to find an answer.
“Okay Rick, I tell you what, I’ll make it easy for you. Here’s what you’re gonna do. First I want you to go to my dressing table and find the reddest lipstick you can. Put it on your lips and then I want you to write ‘Amy’s Bitch’ on your stomach with it. Then I want you to go to the laundry basket and get a bra and panties….”
Amy paused for a second.
“Are you listening to me?”
“Yes,” came Rick’s muted reply.
“You better be! Then I want you to put them on, take a photo of yourself and send it to me. Understand?
Amy heard her husband take a large gulp.
“And don’t take all day about it. If this is what you really want then you send me that picture, otherwise don’t ever talk to me about this shit again. Understand?”
“Yes, but…”
Amy hung up the phone before Rick could try and wrest control of the situation, then retrieved the video and watched it a fourth time, her fingers working quickly between her legs. She came just before ‘Step 12’ this time, as she imagined mercilessly fucking her husband in the ass with a thick black strap-on.
Rick looked at the dead phone for a second, his jaw trembling with fear. What the fuck had he done. He’d sent Amy videos before of things he wanted to try, foot worship, pegging and other Femdom things and usually they’d sat down together and talked it over before she went any further with it, but this was a whole new ball game.
He sat down on the edge of the bed and looked over at the dressing table, he could see a couple of lipsticks sitting there, taunting him. But he couldn’t bring himself to do it and eventually he looked away.
Throughout the day Amy sent him texts asking where her picture was. Often simply ‘I’m waiting’ or ‘I’m still waiting’. Was she joking or not? He guessed not. His head was a mess all day and he found it difficult to concentrate on anything. Despite that his cock was throbbing constantly and several times he thought about jerking off, but for some reason he held back from doing so. He noticed these moments often coincided with the receipt of Amy’s curt messages…
Finally, just after 5:15PM Amy received the message she’d been waiting all day for. She opened the photo attached to it and then sent back
AMY: This is not what I asked for. Do it again and this time, do it PROPERLY.
She looked at the photo again, it showed Rick wearing lipstick and with the writing on his stomach, but no underwear. It was funny, but nowhere near ‘incriminating’ enough for what she had in mind.
A few seconds later she texted again,
AMY: There’s a blond wig somewhere in one of the drawers, I wore it to an ABBA night. Put that on too.
Fifteen minutes later a second photo arrived. This time complete with panties, bra and wig.
AMY: Finally. Now take another one, but this time pull your cock out of the side of the panties, and make sure it’s nice and hard.
Amy waited for a reply, wondering if perhaps Rick had baulked at this last request… then her phone vibrated once again.
‘Oh my God,’ Amy whispered to herself, ‘He actually did it!’
She added a heart emoji to the picture and then sent back a close up of her freshly shaved pussy.
AMY: Seems like I’m calling the shots now doesn’t it?
Amy’s phone rang immediately and she laughed.
AMY: Hello is that my… bitch?
She felt a little weird saying that, but she was still annoyed with him so… fuck it.
“Amy…”
“Yes.”
“What are you doing?”
“I’m getting ready to go to dinner.”
“Oh… okay.”
“Why, what did you think I was doing?”
“I don’t know… I just got a bit worried when I saw that photo.”
“Good. You should be worried…”
“Huh?”
“I said you SHOULD be worried.”
“Amy…”
There was a hint of pleading in Rick’s voice now.
“What? You send me a video like that, practically begging me to lock up your cock, cuckold you and make you my bitch and then you get scared when you think I might actually go through with it?”
“Please, Amy… don’t .”
“It’s a bit late for that isn’t it? The time for that was before you sent me those pictures. Why did you send me those pictures if you didn’t want me to go through with it?”
“I… I don’t know.”
“Yes you do. You know very well. You sent me those pictures because you want me to FORCE you into this, don’t you? You know you’d never have the balls to do these things yourself so you sent me that video in the hope that I would act on it, and now that I have you’re getting cold feet. Well… that’s too bad. Because you know what, the more I think about it the more I fucking love the idea of making you my bitch and being able to fuck whoever I want whenever I want. And so do you, deep down…”
The silence from the other end of the phone was deafening.
“Hello, are you still there?”
“Yes…”
Amy was really riled up now and she let him have it.
“Okay, tell me this. How many times did you watch that video before you sent it to me?”
“I… I don’t know.”
“You don’t know? For fucks sake Rick. How many? Five, ten, fifty?”
“I don’t know.”
“Fine, so how long have you had it? Days, weeks, months?”
“…Months.”
“Right, so you’ve been sitting on it for months, stewing it over… jerking off over it probably. The point is it wasn’t sent in the heat of the moment, was it?”
“…No.”
“There you go then. Well, I have to go to dinner now, so see you later.”
“Amy, wait…”
Amy cut the call and headed for the bathroom, finally she was going to get in that big old bathtub and have a good soak.
*****
Rick looked at the phone in disbelief, he’d really fucked up this time and he had no idea where this was going to lead. He sat down on the bed and though he knew it backwards he pulled up the video and watched it yet again.
By Step 3 he had his cock out and was stroking it hard, his breathing already ragged as he imagined Amy treating him like the women in the video were treating the men.
“Step 4 – Make him fall in love with your feet. Start by asking for footrubs and walking barefoot around the house. He might not like it at first, but it’s important he does it anyway. Make him worship your feet in public, perhaps in your car, you want him to feel embarrassed and powerless. It will reaffirm that you’re in charge.”
That one always got him going, the girl in the car was so cute and the thought of Amy making him worship her feet in public made his head spin. Never mind the rest of it. He continued stroking his cock as he watched each new step, oblivious to the fact that he was still dressed in bra and panties though he had at least removed the blond wig.
“Step 11 – Buy a strap on to fuck him with. Teach him to fuck like a girl, teach him to enjoy it. Make him beg you for it. This is the only way you fuck now. He should view anal as a reward and the only pleasure he deserves.”
Rick lost it as he watched the on-screen action, he desperately wanted Amy to fuck him deep and hard and without mercy. His cum erupted violently from his cock and spattered onto the laminate floor in front of him while he collapsed back onto the bed breathing hard.
As his heartrate returned to normal Rick looked down and saw the tail end of the video, it showed a woman laying on her back while three men took turns fucking her. A caption appeared on the screen ‘Treat for You’. This was followed by another short clip of a large black cock pulling out of woman’s ass and erupting over the sole of her foot, the caption flashed up for this one ‘Treat for Him’.
Rick squeezed the last drops of cum out of his aching cock and collected them on his fingertips. As the final scene of the video played out he raised them to his lips and licked them clean.
A woman lay on her back while a huge cock spurted cum aacross her belly. In the background another guy knelt beside the woman’s head watching on, his cock locked in a chastity cage.
“What the fuck have I done,” he thought to himself.
Shortly afterwards Rick cleaned himself up and took Amy’s underwear off. He felt stupid and scared that he’d gone way too far this time. He wondered how on Earth he was ever going to straighten all this out with Amy.
He tried to ring her back, but she didn’t answer and he was left to stew in his own juice for several hours, until finally at 10:30PM he got a message.
AMY: Come to the hotel. NOW.
The text shook Rick out of his stupor. The hotel was right over the far side of the city, it would take nearly an hour to get there.
Another message followed, there was no text, just a photo of Amy’s shaved pussy, her lips held open to show how wet she was.
AMY; Wait downstairs in the bar, I will message you when I’m ready to see you.
*****
Rick sat in the bar downstairs as instructed, nervously checking his phone. He lifted his drink to his mouth and the barman noticed his hand was trembling.
“You okay buddy?”
“Yeah, yeah… all good,” answered Rick unconvincingly.
“Just so you know, we close the bar at midnight.”
“Okay, thanks.”
The lift doors to the lobby opened and a big black guy walked out. Rick gasped and turned away. He took a big swig of his whisky and then he heard his phone buzz.
AMY: Room 442. Door is open.
Rick knocked back the rest of his drink and slid off his stool, his legs suddenly feeling like jelly.
He made it to the lift and leaned against the stainless steel wall, punching blindly at the number 4 button. At the third attempt he managed to hit it and the doors slowly closed. He bit his lip as he watched the numbers light up in turn. Finally arriving at the fourth floor he steadied himself as he waited for the doors to open.
He staggered slightly as he walked down the hall, checking the door numbers as he passed each one. 438, 440… 442. Fuck…!
He stopped and placed his hand against the smooth wooden surface, nervous about what he would find behind the door. He pushed gently and the door slowly gave way to reveal a softly lit room. He cautiously slipped through the doorway and past the bathroom door on his left, and there on the bed was Amy, propped up on the pillows, naked except for a pair of expensive lace panties.
She smiled at him, a little nervous herself, but determined to go through with her plan. She opened her legs to expose herself to him, her panties clearly soaked.
“I didn’t think you’d want to miss this,” she said calmly, trying to read his reaction.
Rick stumbled and placed one hand on the bed to steady himself.
“You want it don’t you?”
She looked directly into her husband’s eyes, daring him to defy her.
“You didn’t come all the way here to back out now… did you?”
Rick slowly shook his head, unsure exactly what he wanted, but his cock throbbed between his legs regardless.
He placed his other hand on the bed and leaned forward as if to mount it.
“Uh-huh. Strip first,” ordered Amy.
Rick paused and straightened up before slowly peeling off his clothes. As he stood upright again he heard Amy snigger softly as she saw his rock hard cock.
“Come here,” she ordered pointing to the floor at the side of the bed.
Rick padded to where her finger indicated and Amy reached out to take hold of his cock. It wasn’t the biggest she’d ever had, but Rick adored her and she’d never met anyone who loved eating pussy as much as he did.
She stroked his cock gently a few times, smiling to herself as she did so. Clearly he was conflicted about all this but his cock didn’t lie.
“Take my panties off,” she whispered as she let go of his throbbing cock.
Rick nervously reached down and gently slid his fingers into each side of her underwear, before carefully pulling them down her smooth thighs. He gasped softly as the material pulled away from Amy’s shaven slit, revealing her wet lips.
He removed them completely and stood there holding them for a second while Amy put her hand over her pussy to retain as much juice as possible, but also to shield it from his view.
“What do you want to do right now?”
Rick could barely bring himself to speak, but eventually he managed to croak out the answer she was hoping for.
“I want to taste you,” he moaned.
“You want to what? You want to taste me… no that’s not it is it? You want to CLEAN me don’t you? That’s what you really want isn’t it? You want to clean my cum filled pussy like the little cuckold bitch you are, yes?”
Amy’s words hurt, but Rick’s cock throbbed harder than he could ever remember and Amy saw it too.
“Oh… you like it when I talk to you like that don’t you?”
Rick nodded submissively.
“I wonder how you’ll like it when I’m fucking your ass and making you cum in your cage?”
Rick could only groan in response.
“You really fucked up sending me that video didn’t you? But sending me those pictures… that was really fucking stupid. But, I guess it just proved how badly you need this, even if you don’t necessarily ‘want’ it. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
Rick looked confused, but Amy soon put him right.
“Yes Miss Amy,” she corrected. “In future, when we are alone… no, when we are in private, you call me Miss Amy, or just Miss, understand?”
“Yes… Miss Amy.”
“Good. Now get on the bed.”
Rick gave her a pleading look, but Amy held firm, her free hand gently teasing her left nipple as she watched him.
He edged between her thighs, staring down at her other hand which still covered her delicious pussy.
“Now, tell me EXACTLY why you drove all the way over here tonight?”
Rick licked his lips as his brain tried to find the words.
“I came here… tonight,” he started. “To clean your… beautiful pussy.”
His voice was ragged as he spoke.
Amy sighed contentedly and then she really turned the screw.
“Did you see him leave?”
“I.. I think so,” Rick ventured. “A big black guy came down in the lift right as you messaged me.”
Amy smiled, she couldn’t believe her luck. It must have been Matthew. Perfection!
“Oh yes, he was big,” she said. “REALLY big. He came in my mouth the first time, but I’m sure there’s still plenty waiting for you.”
Rick gulped hard.
“Tell me how bad you want it.”
Rick looked deep into his wife’s eyes.
“I really want it,” he pleaded. “I want to clean you and make you cum so bad.”
“Very well,” said Amy. “Since you’ve clearly accepted your place, I will allow you the pleasure of cleaning my well fucked pussy.”
As she spoke, Amy spread her thighs and took away her hand, then reached forward and pulled Rick’s head down. She wondered how long it would take him to realise that she hadn’t been fucked by the black guy in the lift, or indeed any guy but him since they’d met.
But maybe that was all about to change. After all, he’d well and truly shown his cards tonight and she was definitely in the driving seat now.
Rick’s tongue plunged between her lips enthusiastically.
“Does it taste as good as you hoped?” she enquired.
Rick lifted his head slightly for a moment.
“Y…yes. Miss.”
Amy pushed her hips forward to meet his tongue, his use of the word ‘Miss’ the icing on the cake.
“Good boy, you love my pussy SO much don’t you?”
“Yes… I adore it.”
Amy pushed his head down again, moaning softly as she felt his tongue lapping between the folds of her sticky cunt. It didn’t take long for her to come, and even as she writhed beneath him Rick continued to lap, softly around her pussy, cleaning every last morsel of juice off of her delicate, hairless skin.
“God that was amazing…” purred Amy. “Did you enjoy that?”
Rick nodded, barely able to make eye contact.
“Answer me properly bitch, did you enjoy that?”
“Yes Miss Amy.”
“Good. Not that it really matters either way, you’ll do whatever I tell you won’t you?”
“Yes…Miss.”
“Well, right now, I want you to clean my ass. Move back.”
Rick shuffled back down the bed and Amy flipped herself over so that she was on her knees, her sexy ass pointed back towards him. She reached back with both hands and gently pulled her cheeks apart to expose her pink asshole which was wet with juices but showed no signs of having been penetrated.
“Clean me,” she ordered abruptly. “His cock was far too big to go in there, but you can be sure that in future you will be cleaning someone’s cum out of my gorgeous ass.”
Rick leaned forward and ran his tongue down the crack of Amy’s ass, causing her to shudder with pleasure once more.
“Yes, lap up all that juice like a good little bitch.”
Amy sighed deeply into the pillow as Rick continued to clean and tease her puckered hole for some time before she had an idea.
“Why don’t we practice?” she said… “Jerk yourself off on my ass and then you can clean it up. I know you want to.”
Rick groaned in frustration, but obediently straightened up and Amy felt his hand moving between his legs and the bed vibrating rhythmically.
“You didn’t seriously think I was going to let you fuck me did you? That’s it, pump all that bitch-cum out for me… I know those balls are so full for me now, aren’t they?”
Rick moaned as he approached the edge, his balls weren’t as full as she thought the were since it was only a few hours since he’d jerked off, but even so Amy soon felt his warm creamy liquid spatter across her skin and down into the crack of her ass. She almost laughed out loud as she felt him milk the last drops of cum out of his flagging cock and then lean down and begin to clean her once more.
Once he had licked up and swallowed all his cum they lay down silently next to each other and Amy took her husband’s hand.
“Do you still love me?” she asked seriously.
“Yes,” he answered, his eyes closed tightly.
Amy paused, then reached out and pinched his nipple hard.
“Oww!” he winced.
“Yes, Miss Amy,” he corrected himself.
“Do you want to stay over?” she asked.
Rick’s eyes opened and he looked at her sheepishly.
“Yes Miss…”
“Good, I want you here with me tonight.”
*****
In the morning Amy woke up first and had plenty of time to think. She was nervous about how this was going to go but decided she might as well just lean into it. After all, he couldn’t really have a go at her for ruining everything when all she’d done was give him what he asked for, could he?
Rick slowly stirred and looked up to see Amy sitting cross legged next to him, her gorgeous breasts just asking to be licked and sucked on.
“Are you okay?” she asked calmly.
Rick nodded.
“Do you still love me?” she asked, a hint of apprehension in her voice.
“Of course I do,” Rick whispered.
“And you know there was no cum inside me, right?”
Rick nodded cautiously.
“But you were going to clean me anyway, weren’t you?”
He nodded again, his nervous embarrassment becoming clearer and clearer.
“I think we have a lot to talk about when I get home don’t we?”
“Yes,” he replied.
“Yes, Miss Amy,” she corrected.
Amy had no intention of letting this go, not now. She might not ever actually cuckold him for real, but he didn’t need to know that. The threat that she could if she wanted to was enough for now. And she had every intention of trying out EVERYTHING else contained in that video.
A few moments later Amy leaned forward and kissed her husband gently on the lips and then said as casually as she could muster.
“Do you have any more videos like that one?”
“Mmm, yeah…” came Rick’s nervous response.
“Good, send them to me later. I will watch them tonight.”
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