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. Pegging the Hood

Discussion in 'Cuckold Stories' started by Lutheran Maid, Apr 2, 2018.

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    Claire watched Luther fuck her husband. Thomas was bent forward, his hooded head touching the floor of their penthouse lounge, his cute little arse angled up in the air so that Luther could shaft vigorously. Thomas was making those rhythmic little grunting noises as he took a full length of cock with each thrust. There hadn't been any quarter given. After the pink plastic butt plug had been discarded, the spittled cock had been rudely inserted and Thomas made to realise what being a faggot entailed. She watched Luther's big hands grip Thomas's hips and then jolt him back down hard onto the handsome length of his cock. It was like a man forcing his foot violently into a recalcitrant sock. With every piercing wrench Thomas yelped in that strange muffled way that wearing a hood, completely blind, involved. His buttocks were convulsing with the force of the conquest. Claire watched Luther's handsome, hefty balls as they swung between his parted thighs. Thomas was going to get one hell of a load.

    Just what it must be like to be fucked from behind, when you could not see a thing through the all encasing leather hood Claire could guess. Luther was demonstrating his supremacy. He saw no need to explain, to warn, to reassure the hapless Thomas, he was just taking. I was a carnal act, one that quite certainly rearranged Thomas's notion of him self, what it meant to be a cuck, their slave. The more Luther fucked him the more he whimpered. The more he whimpered the more his little bitch hole seemed to clench, hoping to cope with the sheer physical majesty of his master's prong. Luther was drilling him out. He would soon have a bottom just like hers. Remodelled to fit a supreme alpha, dominant male black cock. Standing there, she watched Luther grab the hold on top of the leather hood and wrench Thomas's head back as he liberally fucked him. The effects on Thomas was electric, he was begging his master to come. He was begging for a load. The angling of his body that way meant that Luther's cock was now gliding relentlessly against his prostate. Like it or not Thomas was going to come on that cock!

    Andreas, Carla's German lover came out of the bedroom too then. Luther had ordered Claire to go with Andreas, just as she did with his black brothers. It was de rigeur that all the alpha males were free to enjoy the alpha bitches in the pavilion. That was what the manufactured community was all about. Alphas fucked liberally. Unless they were pregnant, as Claire had been a few months back, bitches opened their legs to the arrogant males who knew how to handle sex the right way. Andreas chuckled. Luther was really giving Claire's cuck a seeing to. He had been fucking Claire for around fifteen minutes, and yes even though he had given a load to his woman Carla, and put a second load down the hooded Thomas's throat, there had still been something for the very raunchy Claire. It had been the sort of load that made her want to see, to indulge all the dirty sex available in the penthouse that day. He kissed her neck and she responded eagerly to him, turning and kissing with him enthusiastically her arms sliding up around his neck. Fuck all the prejudices, those against black guys, those against those of a different culture, those against German guys. Andreas was a delicious, delicious man, arrogant and accomplished, so he got to fuck and weaklings like her husband Thomas, they learned to put their arses up for cock. Now she thought, Thomas can hear the sounding of kissing. He guesses that I am necking with someone, watching him get his arse filled by my lover. He cannot know for sure, but his mind will twist the thumb screw, his mind will apply the terrible psychological pressure that is doubt, so that all that remains inside his leather encased skull, is a rung out submission. Perhaps creatures like Thomas were always destined to this. They had gone to the sorts of schools where subservience to the dominant, the prefect males was taught as norm. Thomas probably accepted that he was always going to be Luther's fuck toy.

    It was Carla who came out of the bedroom last, after teasing Claire's teats from beneath as Andreas had fucked her doggy fashion. The sex had been arousing, lavish, indulgent, her own cunt aroused from the licking that she had insisted upon from Thomas. She brought with her a black strap on dildo from the drawer beside the bed. It wasn't massive, it wasn't unduly thick, but it was curved insouciantly upwards in a way that would give it a devastating effect. Of course Thomas was too sore, too humiliated to be fucked that way too! Of course he would probably go to pieces if Claire strapped the weapon on and brought it a dessert course where Luther would find it so amusing. Mastering Thomas too. Mastering him when his rear was full of Luther's spunk, well, that was perfectly humiliating. Claire looked at Andreas. She wanted him to strap the dildo onto her body, making sure that the base of the black weapon rested snug against her her crotch. Once he had buckled it in place, she looked back to Luther who was about to dump his load. She heard his greedy breathing, the groaning of Thomas as he climaxed on Luther's cock. He must be so ashamed! So ashamed of creaming, spurting his little cock jolting out the mess on the floor as Luther took him.

    Luther snarled his climax! He rammed his cock in to the base and gyrated Thomas's bottom so that the spunk sprayed everywhere. Claire watched her lover's balls jag upwards, snagging up in a convulsive grip as the semen shot home. His balls seemed spring loaded, his thighs taut like wires within a massive cable. His muscular body was knotting with the pleasure, the power of the conquest. Thomas, run down over the course of that sensuous year, so that he put his bottom up, sweetly, submissively at last for this master. Luther grunted darkly. Thomas gasped in unison, his cock draining uncontrollably.

    When Luther dragged his cock free a load of thick and gloopy semen dripped from Thomas's rear. His botty hole was spasming, his ring piece clenching smartly now that his master's cock was not stretching it to the full. Carla stared. This was why life was this way. This was why some deserved to fuck and others were destined to be fucked. It wasn't nice, it wasn't fair or considerate, it was simply inevitable. Her own husband had been sent away because he kept resisting the destiny. He was kicked out because he had resisted.

    Now Claire took up station. She had never fucked Thomas before, fucked him like a faggot. She had never used a strap on dildo on him. Of course he had been made to lick and suck it as she stood before him. Of course he had been made to contemplate it, the chalice of the black man mastery, that which he had to sup from. But she had never actually fucked her husband. She wondered how it would feel? She wondered what it would be like to have the base of the dildo bumping rhythmically against her pubes, millimetres above her clitty. She glanced at Luther. He nodded. The bitch had ridden well. He had climaxed. He needed it. He needed to know that his ass was owned by master and mistress alike.

    Was it a last fragment of kindness that lurked within her that prompted her to spit on her fingers and to lubricate that into the glans of the dildo? May be. But it was unecessary. Thomas's bottom was awash with lubricating semen. His body glistened with the conquest. Without warning, with explanation or reassurance she took the hand hold of Thomas's hood too and she eased the length of her strap on up his bottom. Compared to master black cock it was slimmer but harder. It didn't waggle. it was pre formed, audaciously curved upwards, so she guided it home until Thomas squealed.

    'Shut up!' she ordered breaking the silence.

    'Christ! Mistress!!' Thomas exclaimed. Was that relief she heard? Relief that he knew who was using him? No, it was humiliation. That he was being used again. That he was being ridden immediately after his utterly shaming submission on the cock of the master.

    'Fucking take it dumkopf' jeered Andreas. He liked to see the weakling academic humiliated. There were no smart words, no rational explanations now were there shit!? You fucking took it, instinctively, because you are not good enough for the alpha maiden. You fucking take it the way that they want.

    Claire felt her dildo go full length. She saw it bury inside Thomas's bottom, his ring piece clenching rhythmically on the plastic shaft. Pink skin, black shaft, and so she drew back, noticing the slimy coat he anointed there. She yanked his head back once more and drove the plastic cock in deep again. This was what it was like, when a man fucked a woman. It made her tingle across the entire surface of her skin.

    'You cheap, no worth a shit faggot' she sneered, 'you fucking well deserve this' and she jagged him again. Semen squelched out. Carla watched, mesmerised. It was making her pussy feel really horny. It was making her need cock, so Andreas started to play with her between her legs.

    Claire had her rhythm now. She glanced at Luther as she rhythmically owned Thomas in the new way. She bucked crisply, arrogantly, so that the curved dildo made Thomas gasp with pleasure.

    'What are you?' she demanded huskily.

    'A faggot!' he yelped.

    'Whose faggot?' she demanded afresh.

    'Your faggot, master's faggot!' pleaded Thomas. There, his cock was jerking again. He needed to spunk but there was nothing left to shoot. He was pathetic.

    'Please...' Thomas breathed as best he could from the darkness of his hood, 'I worship you....I worship my master, please...'

    She bucked faster now and slapped his bare buttock. Little squirts of something shot from Thomas's cock. It wasn't spunk, not proper spunk, it was just lubricant. He was beaten, devastated, mastered.

    Exquisite. The bumping of the dildo base caught her too then. The rhythmic rub rub rub of its base aroused her too, and she climaxed in the sweetest the most spine tingling way. She breathed deeply, panting and looking at Luther. There, do you see, he means fuck all to me. He is nothing.


    [Interested in the background to Claire and Thomas's last year? It's available through Amazon, as a download, 'The Intimacy of Three', less than the price of a pint. Lutheran Maid].
     
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