Legless

Monday, a workday and there was no time to laze in bed. I left Veronica to go about her toilet and dress and do all that other feminine stuff like putting on her makeup while I went into the kitchen to put together a breakfast and brew coffee.

I was pouring the coffee when she walked into the kitchen. She was beautiful, I smiled and I complimented her by saying, "Good morning …. Wow, I envy the men in your office, they will get to gaze at your loveliness all day today."

She laughed as she walked over and kissed my cheek. "Flattery will get you everywhere. That little comment is just one of the reasons that waking up in your flat is good for my well-being."

Veronica sat down on the opposite side of the kitchen island and inspected the breakfast I had laid out in front of her. She took a sip of her orange juice, gave a nod of approval and said, "Dougie, that was a fun night last night, I liked relaxing with you."

I nodded. "I liked it too."

She looked at me. "It's a shame, I'm going to miss you tonight."

I sighed. "Yes."

She picked up the coffee I had poured and as she sipped the cup she looked at me knowingly.

I stared at her, I knew what I wanted to say but I was nervous, afraid. This was difficult, years of failure and rejection with beautiful women like Veronica had left me timid and apprehensive.

Veronica continued to stare back at me as she sipped the coffee. It was obvious that she was waiting for me to take the next step.

The thought of just taking her to work and to say goodbye when she got out of my car was unbearable. I didn't want her to just walk out of my life when I dropped her off in front of her office. I knew what I wanted; I wanted Veronica to stay here in my apartment with me and I didn't want it to just be for tonight. I wanted her to stay in my apartment with me forever.

I took a deep breath and said, "Veronica you don't have to go home tonight; stay here with me, please stay here with me."

Veronica put her cup down on the counter, studied my face and after a moment said, "Dougie are you asking me to live with you?"

I nodded, "Yes I am. Veronica please stay here in my apartment, please live with me."

Veronica laughed and came around the island and threw her arms around me to give me a hug. She cried, "Right answer, Yes Dougie, yes please. I want to stay with you tonight; I want to stay with you tomorrow night; I want to stay with you till the end of time."

I turned in my seat and we kissed for what seemed forever. When she finally released me she said, "We need to figure out how we're going to make this work."

I looked at her, puzzled by her switch to a matter-of-fact way of speaking.

Veronica laughed to see my expression,. "Don't be worried, Dougie if I'm going to live with you I have to have my things."

She paused to think and then continued. "Hmm, so many things to sort out. I need to give thirty days notice to my landlord which should give me enough time to get everything done. Then I shall need to get some of my things out of my apartment right away. Tell you what, why don't you pick me up after work and take me there so I can get some of my things to bring over here?"

The speed with which she had agreed to make the move had left me flustered and embarrassed. I shook my head and stammered, "No I'm sorry, I can't. Monday's and Wednesday's I teach an evening class on eighteenth century English Literature. It starts at 6:00 and doesn't finish until at least 8:30."

I'm not sure why I gave her so much detail, it's just something I tend to do whenever I'm embarrassed, I babble. I babbled on, "It meets late in the day; it's very popular with adult students."

Veronica grinned at my babbling, "Dougie, that sounds interesting, I would love to take that class."

I looked to see if she was making fun of me but, no, she seemed quite sincere so I calmed down and said, "I think that can be easily arranged. Would you like to come tonight, shall I enrol you?"

Veronica shook her head. "A nice idea but, no, I think I'd better spend my evening sorting out a few things to bring over to your apartment. I'll manage on my own and see you later."

I composed myself and attempted to regain control of the situation and said, "Yes, of course; you're absolutely right, good idea," before walking to my little office to find a spare key to my flat and an entry card for the gates to the complex. I handed them to Veronica. "These are yours. The card will open the gates and you can park out the front of this building, I'm allotted two parking places … and this is your key to our apartment."

Veronica took the card and the key and then stared at me quizzically.

I stared back at her. After a moment I asked, "What?"

Veronica whispered, "Do you know what you just did? You just called this 'our' apartment. Dougie, do you really mean that?"

I smiled at her, "Yes, yes I do."

She put the keys into her purse and left me to go 'powder her nose' or something. I leaned back against the counter and took several deep breaths. What was I getting myself into?

Veronica had already made it quite clear that our relationship would be one where she could do what she wanted and that I would, quite literally, have to suck it up without complaint. Is this what I really wanted to do? Fantasizing about seeing a woman you're falling in love with having sex with another man is one thing; seeing it in real life is something else. She had already said that she was presently seeing that Ron character who's car we had seen parked outside Zizi's

I stood perfectly still with my eyes closed and my mind was filled with an image of Veronica kneeling next to Ron with his cock in her mouth. I squirmed with excitement at the idea but at the same time sensed anger, hurt, upset and humiliation.

As I stood there the old images of my ex-wife and her boyfriend from the gym and their humiliation of me forced their way into my mind and I wondered if I actually wanted to go back and relive those times; whether this time I might have the guts to storm back into my bedroom and throw the cheating pair out of my apartment. Then I paused and remembered on that fateful night when I had walked in on my ex wife and her lover that it had been so much easier (and pleasurable) that I'd just gone into another room, sat down and allowed myself to relax and wank as I listened to their love making.

Gradually my pulse rate and blood pressure began to drop so I sat down at the kitchen island with a smile on my face. Unlike my ex-wife, Veronica hadn't been deceitful or dishonest. In fact, she'd made it very clear to me that she was going to do this.

I chuckled, my deepest fantasies were actually coming true. I really was going to become what I had subconsciously enjoyed being. I was a cuckold.

******

The following week was a mad exhausting whirl as we adapted to actually living together. We both had our own day time schedules to follow, her work, my teaching, and in between the times when we weren't working there was the reality and logistics of moving Veronica's possessions from her old address to mine. There was little time to relax and indeed, come bedtime, there was little interest in doing anything other than sleep. So it was that come the weekend we both looked forward to having some relaxation in our shared abode.

My suggestion of us having a quiet night in on Saturday night rather than going out to celebrate our 'married status' was enthusiastically accepted, especially when I said that I would cook us a meal that would demonstrate my prowess as a chef. She laughed at that claim and said, "Prove it."

She then went on to say that her friend Ron had texted her in the week enquiring after her, having heard that she had a new address, "He said he had some of my stuff and I hope you don't mind but I invited him to visit and bring it over and also give him the chance to appreciate what a nice situation I had moved in to."

The way she said it made me suspect that it wasn't only my flat and the facilities that she was referring to and, knowing that Ron was one of her lovers, I had a frisson of excitement as I contemplated the possibilities. I responded, "No, I don't mind. Your friends are welcome to visit anytime. Did he say when he would be coming?"

"He suggested late Saturday afternoon to swing by. He was thinking that maybe we could all go out later to Zizi's. I told him that we already had plans for the evening but he was welcome to pay us a visit beforehand … if that's alright with you."

I got the drift of the way she was thinking so I nodded, "Fine, give him a call and I'll be glad to see him and show him around."

Saturday morning we awoke and with the evening meal in mind shopping was at the top of my 'to do' list. I had already decided what I was going to cook and trip to the supermarket was required to get the ingredients.

Veronica chose to stay at home ('at home': what a nice ring that had to it) and ease herself into the day, relax and, as she put it, "Get myself rested for later". She said that she might pop out and do a bit of shopping of her own but for me, 'just do your own thing'.

Mid-afternoon and after our leisurely walk along the canal towpath and our return home Veronica declared that she would like for me to run a bath so that she could, " .. get ready for our visitor. I don't want to be all hot and sweaty when we entertain."

It sounded a weak excuse to get naked for we had hardly broken sweat as we wandered along on our walk but, hey, no matter, if that's what my goddess wanted. The request was made more appealing when she said, "Afterwards you can help me chose what to wear."

I ran the bath.

She pulled off her clothes and left them laying on the floor for me to pick up and tidy away. I watched her step into the bubble bath and felt that familiar thrill as I gazed upon her perfect body, her tits, that exciting cleft between her thighs that I knew she would be inviting me later to inspect more closely.

I turned and went back into the bedroom, sat down on the bed and through the open door to the en-suite I could see her taking her bath; she looked very sexy. I asked her if she was looking forward to Ron coming over and she said she was very excited, that it had been a while since she'd last seen him.

I asked her if she thought he was sexy and she said that she did and that he knew it too, 'a cocky bastard' was how she put it but she added she liked that about him and that she has enjoyed having the attention of such a man. In my mind, I was convinced that we were already playing 'the game'.

I watched as she began to shave her legs and figured it to be a sign that a woman is planning to have sex because why wouldn't she shave her legs to make them smooth for a man to touch. She stood up and deliberately faced me so I could watch her squirt my shaving foam over her pussy and for her to then pick up my razor and carefully shaved her mound and make the lips of her vagina nice and clean. She shaped her soft pussy hair fairly trim and neat and it was very arousing knowing that in reality she was preparing herself for another man!

She summonsed me to get her a towel and when she stepped out of the bath I assisted her to dry herself off by rubbing the towel over her back and behind her legs. I was hoping she would turn and allow me to attend to her front but, no, she just she told me I did a 'good job' and, "where do you keep your hair dryer?"

I had to admit I didn't possess a hair dryer which didn't please her but she said something to the effect that it was 'a good job she had bought her own'. She managed to make me feel bad as she rummaged in her bags stowed in the wardrobe, found the dryer and told me once more to sit back on the bed. I did as told, sat back and watched her work on her hair and makeup and I have to say when she was done, she looked stunning.

When she finished she let go of the towel that she had wrapped around her and it was a delight to look at her nakedness as she walked back over to the wardrobe and pull out the drawer where she had stowed her underwear. She called me over and said that she had given herself a treat when she went shopping and had been to a well-known lingerie shop in town and bought some 'new things', she asked my advice as to what to put on.

I was surprised to see the variety of packets and small packages of lingerie that she had managed to pack in the drawer and I had to admit to her that that I was no authority on such matters.

She said, "Well, if that's the case then perhaps we should empty the drawer out over the bed so you can see better!" So we did just that and it was a thrill to be allowed to open the various packets and to handle, no, fondle these flimsy garments. I had never been given the opportunity with my ex-wife, that's for sure.

She was amused when after some deliberation I picked out a matching ensemble of a black corset, black stockings and a black lacey thong type pair of panties. Her comment as she looked upon my erection tenting my pants was, "Legless, you are such a naughty boy."

It was so sexy watching Veronica slip into the lingerie that I had chosen, the corset and then to see her slide her stockings over her feet and pull them up and attach them to the suspenders dangling from the corset. The stockings had seams which she took time to adjust so they were straight up the back of her legs, then she went back to the wardrobe and found a pair of black high heel shoes. She stepped into them and then slid the black panties on before adjusting everything so she looked perfect. She gave a slow twirl and asked, "What do you think, Legless?"

I said she looked fabulous but jokingly asked if that was it, was she not planning on wearing a dress. I was stunned when she said no, she just planned to slip on the silk wrap that was hanging in the wardrobe and to wear this sexy little outfit 'just for Ron'.

I have to say she looked incredibly sexy and knowing that she bought that outfit specifically to have sex with another man really turned me on. I couldn't wait for Ron to get here and see his reaction.

I didn't have to wait long. The buzzer sounded that announced I had a caller at the outside gate. I went to the kitchen to answer it and looking out of the window I saw the car that Veronica had pointed out when we had driven by Zizi's that fatal first night, it was Ron's red Porsche. I pressed the button to open the gate and told him to come right on up.

What followed was almost surreal and would prove to be a foretaste of what was to become of my life.

I opened the front door and awaited Ron's appearance up the stairs; Veronica stayed in the bedroom. He appeared and I invited him in and immediately felt intimidated by his presence, he was well-built to say the least! We exchanged introductions but he made it quite clear he had little interest in me or the furnishings or the views from my flat, he took off his jacket, handed it to me and asked, "where's Roni?"

Before I could say anything, she provided the answer and called out from the bedroom, "I'm in here Ron."

He walked pass me and headed toward the sound of her voice. I gave a few moments and followed. When I reached the bedroom door it was to see them standing, holding each other, already locked in an embrace. Veronica broke the kiss, looked over at me standing in the doorway and said, "Why don't you give us a little space, maybe go get the dinner started or something. It's been so long since I've seen Ron; we've got a bit of catching up to do."

I was stunned, confused and thrilled, especially when she added, "Close the door on your way out".

I did as she suggested and went back to the kitchen and with half an ear in the direction of the bedroom I started to pull out from the fridge the things that I had purchased earlier.

As far as food preparation was concerned, I was like a robot, and as I worked my concentration was more on what I could imagine was going on behind the closed bedroom door up the hallway. There wasn't much to hear other than the odd giggle from her and at one point I heard what could only be described as a slurping sound which in my mind was translated into her demonstrating her skill as a cock sucker and I felt proud. My goddess certainly knew how to please her man.

I wasn't sure on the timings and of when Veronica would want dinner so I took my time preparing the pork fillets and creating my signature dish of German-style schnitzel. It was quite an easy dish to cook so I was able to better concentrate on other matters. I breaded the meat, fried it to a beautiful golden brown and then put the schnitzels into the oven to keep warm. I figured it could sit in the oven at low heat until we were ready to eat it.

Next, I tiptoed down the hall and listened at the bedroom door. I heard soft moaning from her and what sounded like rhythmic grunting from him. Then, concerned that I may have set the oven too high, I returned to the kitchen to check so it was left to my imagination as to what was causing them to make such sounds.

I checked the oven and reassured myself that the setting was correct and stayed to prepare some garlic bread and as an addition to my planned menu, I made up two small green salads. I was just putting the salads in the refrigerator when I heard a squeal. I smiled. I knew it was Veronica and I knew it wasn't a scream of pain. This was clearly a cry of pleasure.

I closed the refrigerator door and walked back up to the bedroom door just in time to hear Veronica shouting, "Fuck me, yeah, just like that, Fuck me hard!" and then her voice quietened. I pressed my ear to the bedroom door and heard Veronica seemingly gasping for breath as she was speaking, "That's right! Oh yes, that's right! Do it to me, you know how I like it."

The next thing was to hear a knocking sound which I quickly recognized as the bed head banging against the wall. I closed my eyes and imagined Ron thrusting that big cock of his in and out of Veronica's cunt. He was obviously a very powerful man.

While I listened to the sound of the banging bed I picked up the regular rhythm of Veronica and Ron's sex. It was almost sounded like they were dancing. As I stood there I felt myself moving my hips in that same rhythm. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine the incredible pleasure Ron must have been enjoying as he pushed his cock in and out of my girlfriend.

Suddenly the volume of Veronica's voice picked up, "That's it, harder, fuck me harder! Give it to me …. I want it all … I want that big dick of yours all the way inside me ..." and then her words morphed into laughter.

I subconsciously slipped my hand to my groin and started to rub my erect penis, but then I stopped myself as soon as I realized what I was doing. For some reason I didn't feel like it was appropriate for me to masturbate while I listened to another man fuck my goddess.

And then Veronica gave another scream which turned into a moan. Once the scream subsided she started to cry. I assumed she was having an orgasm.

If it had been me giving her an orgasm while I'm licking her cunt I would have backed off at this point but clearly Ron didn't for the bed kept banging against the wall and, obviously, the bastard was continuing to fuck my goddess right through her orgasm.

Then Veronica went silent and the only sound was the rhythmical beat of the bed banging against the wall.

I glanced at my watch. Ron had been fucking my girlfriend for over a thirty minutes now. I was amazed by his staying power. I couldn't imagine how he could possibly keep from cumming for this long.

I heard Veronica's voice again. It was more controlled now and I suspected she knew I must be standing on the other side of the door listening and was talking loud enough for me to hear, "Oh Ron, this feels so nice. I love it when you're on top of me pushing your big hard cock in and out of my cunt."

Ron didn't say anything, he was obviously a man of few words. The bed just kept banging rhythmically against the wall.

Suddenly the rhythm quickened and Veronica hissed the word, "Yesssss!" and then she started to giggle like a school girl.

Finally Ron spoke, "I'm going to cum."

Veronica breathlessly answered him. "Oh yes, do it! Cum inside me. I want to feel you shoot into my cunt."

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I clearly remembered Veronica's edict on the previous evening that I would never be allowed to fuck her. Pangs of jealousy and envy rippled through me as I realized that while Ron was cumming inside my girlfriend he was enjoying a pleasure that I would never be permitted to experience.

For a moment the apartment was filled with the cries and grunts of Veronica and Ron's mutual orgasm and then everything went silent. I stood perfectly still and subconsciously squeezing my stubby erect cock, I listened.

It was several minutes before I heard any sounds at all but eventually the silence was broken and Veronica's voice gave me a warning that their fun time had come to an end. "Ron honey, that was wonderful; but now it's time for you to go home. Your wife is going to be wondering where you are."

"I know."

This was followed by the sounds of someone getting off the bed followed by the rustling of clothes. I figured that Ron was getting dressed.

"Hey Roni, do you see my jacket anywhere?'

"I think you must have left it in the living room. Ask Dougie to find it for you"

"Oh Yeah, that's right."

Then there was quiet and I heard the sound of Ron kissing Veronica. "Thanks Roni, that was great."

"You're welcome and thank you for bringing my stuff to the apartment."

Ron laughed, "No worries, I was well rewarded."

Veronica joined in the laughter, "If you don't mind, I'm going to stay here, I need to get cleaned up before dinner, you made quite a mess. Dougie can show you out."

"Sorry about that, Can I get you a towel?"

"No that's alright, Dougie will clean me up."

"I don't know Roni, this relationship that you two have seems pretty weird."

"Well at least it's an honest relationship, and I really like him Ron."

"There has to be something to it. I don't think I've ever seen you this happy."

"I don't think I've ever been this happy."

"Hey, look at the time. I gotta go."

"'Bye Ron … on your way out tell Dougie to come in here, would you?'

"Sure."

"Oh, and Ron, be nice to him."

"Don't worry I will, I didn't mean to be so rough on him earlier. I was kind of shocked to see him opening the front door."

I quickly ran back to the kitchen. I didn't want to get caught eavesdropping on them.

I assumed the role of being a dutiful chef and turned the oven down, I didn't want my perfect schnitzels to spoil. Once that was done I started to lay the dining room table. I was just putting the plates out when Ron walked out of the back hall and I hoped that he didn't suspect that I had been listening at the bedroom door.

For a moment we just stared at each other and then he said, "Dougie I want to apologize for being off-hand earlier. I was a little unnerved to see you there, I thought that Roni said you wouldn't be around when I called.

I nodded, "Don't worry, I think we're both a little new at this."

Ron laughed. "You sure got that right."

There was an awkward moment of silence. Both of us stared at each other. Finally he said, "Dougie, I'm sorry but I just don't understand what's going on here."

I smiled at him.

"I don't get it. Roni has done nothing but talk about how she has found the love of her life and how wonderful you are, I mean, man, like she's really in love with you ..." he paused, " .. then she invites me over and comes onto me like you don't exist, it's crazy, what's going on man?"

I struggled to find the appropriate words of explanation and as I tried to explain he interrupted, "Hey buddy, I really didn't mean to hurt your feelings just now but it seems like you must be comfortable with the fact that I'm fucking Roni ..."

I straightened my shoulders and smiled at him, "Don't concern yourself, Sir, you have nothing to concern yourself about, I am quite comfortable with the fact that you're fucking Veronica."

He stared at me quizzically, "What? You just called me Sir. What the fuck's going on here?"

I gave a nervous laugh and stammered, "I don't really know why, I guess it's just the way I was bought up, Sir, a mark of respect to my superiors." I tried to make it sound as if I was making a joke but the reality was it just felt right to me.

He didn't get the joke and after a moment he said, "Well anyway, like I said, I don't understand any of this, but Roni is certainly a happy lady; look after her, won't you. I gotta go, Dougie it was nice to meet you and, oh, she said you need to go and straighten out the bedroom."

I walked him to the front door and shook his hand. As he went down the stairs he turned and called out, "we'll have to get together again sometime soon. Perhaps you might tell me then why she calls you 'Legless'!"

I nodded. "Thanks, we'll do that."

The moment he was out of sight I took a deep breath and closed the door.

I quickly checked to see that the dining table had been set correctly and as soon as I was done putting the final touches I stopped for a moment to gather my courage before going to the bedroom.

I don't know why but I was extremely anxious about facing Veronica. I shouldn't have been for we both knew what we were getting into when the invite to Ron had been agreed but I guess that seeing a woman you care about right after she's finished having sex with another man might be considered as a little upsetting. I took a deep breath and stepped into the bedroom.

Veronica was sitting up in the middle of my bed giving a good impression that she was more interested in reading a book. She had pillows bunched up behind her giving support but the bed was clear of any other coverings, they were all scattered on the floor at the foot of the bed. She was naked with her legs casually spread apart.

I stood in the doorway and stared. Even being so far away I could not fail to see the dribble of semen dribbling from the base of her cunt. She looked beautiful.

Veronica put her book down, looked up as if to be studying me, trying to gauge my reaction to what had happened. After a moment she smiled and said, "Dougie, are you all right?"

I slowly nodded my head, "Yes, I'm fine."

She patted a spot on the mattress next to her, "Legless, don't be shy, come and sit by me."

I walked over and sat down.

Veronica kissed my cheek and said, "I'm sorry that Ron wasn't very nice to you when he arrived."

"It's okay, he already apologized. I understand. I think he was confused to find me here."

Veronica stared at me. After a moment she said, "Dougie this is your apartment. We were in what used to be 'your' bedroom."

I shook my head, "No, this is our apartment and you were in 'our' bedroom."

Veronica gave a sigh and looked into my eyes. Finally she smiled and said, "No Dougie, you don't get it, you're wrong. This isn't 'our' bedroom, this is now 'my' bedroom." She wasn't posing a question, but rather making a statement of fact.

"Say it Dougie, whose bedroom is this?'

I took a deep breath. I understood exactly what she doing, it was part of the game, Veronica was now demanding my total surrender. I slowly nodded, "Yes Ms. Waterman, you're correct, this is now your bedroom."

"And this is now my apartment isn't it Dougie?"

A thrill of excitement rippled through me as I said, "Yes Ms. Waterman, this is now your apartment."

"Tell me! Why is that Dougie?"

She wasn't going to give me any quarter and I didn't really want her to give me any.

I slowly whispered, "Because I'm your slave and slaves don't have any possessions."

"So everything here that you used to own is now mine, correct?"

I nodded, "Yes Ms. Waterman, that is correct."

Veronica grinned at me and then she kissed me full on the lips, "Legless, playing with you is so much fun."

I laughed, ".. and I love playing with you too."

She gave a contented sigh and lay back down on the bed to rest her head on the pillows. "Dougie kiss my feet."

I slipped down to the end of the bed and obediently picked up my goddess's foot. Veronica moaned with pleasure as I began reverently kissing her toes.

After a moment she quietly said, "You enjoy humbling yourself for me don't you Dougie?"

I looked up at her. "Yes Ms Waterman, I do, I really do."

"You need to prove it Dougie."

I stared at her, "how can I do that, Mistress?".

She smiled and said, "Lick Ron's cum out of my cunt."

I didn't move, I just held her foot and focussed my eyes on the semen dribbling from her pussy.

The air was filled with tension and Veronica watched me carefully as I tried to build up the courage to do what she asked. Even though it was part of my most exciting cuckold fantasies, being confronted with the prospect of actually licking up another man's spunk was proving to be a big ask.

Veronica sensed my reluctance, " Dougie, I know it will be humiliating but I want it to be humiliating for you. I've already told you that you will not be allowed to fuck me tonight but it will please me so much to have you lick up the cum of the man who has given me that pleasure in your place."

I looked up at her and smiled. Veronica really was playing with me and her taunts reminded me that this was just a game. With that thought in mind it became much easier to let myself go and overcome my inhibitions.

I pushed her feet apart and slipped onto the bed between Veronica's legs so that my face was in front of her cunt. I was also aware that my erection was rubbing on the edge of the mattress as I made myself comfortable.

The pool of Ron's semen was directly below my chin. I took a deep breath, leaned forward and breathing in the heady smell of their juices pushed my tongue into the dribble of cum that dripped from her cunt. For the first time, I tasted another man's seed.

I knew that Veronica was watching me licking up Ron's cum, she sighed and said, "That's a good boy, lick it all up, clean up every drop of my lover's semen."

I worked quickly and swallowed the salty nectar eagerly. I took great care to lick around the lips of her cunt and I lingered over the dribbles that coated her clitoris. She approved of my attentions and when I was finished she surprised me by saying, "That was very nice, Legless, now lick up the puddle between my legs. I don't want to have to lay on a wet spot tonight!"

Licking the cum off of Veronica's cunt was easy. In truth, there really hadn't been very much and I had been more focussed on the fact that I was licking her pussy at the same time. However, the pool of spunk on the sheet was quite another thing.

I looked at her and saw the stern expression that said she wasn't joking so I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, put my head down and as if I taking some unpleasant medication, I 'pinched' my nose and lapped at the sticky mess very quickly.

When I was done I looked back up at Veronica knowing that I had Ron's cum smeared all over my lips and nose. She smiled at the sight and then sat up and inspected my work. She drew her finger across the damp patch on the sheet to make sure there still wasn't any semen left there and then smiled at me and said, "Very good cucky boy. You deserve to be paid. Lie down, I'm going to ride your face for a little while."

I eagerly rolled onto my back and Veronica straddled my head and facing my feet she positioned herself so that her pussy was directly over my mouth. As she sat down on my face a large glop of Ron's semen oozed from her gaping cunt. I quickly lapped it up.

She felt my tongue licking her clean so she pressed her cunt harder into my face and started rocking back and forth. "Eat me cucky boy. Eat my cunt that another man just fucked."

We were both very excited and I was filled with a determination to make Veronica cum. As soon as I was certain that the last of Ron's semen had seeped from her pussy I started sucking on her clit.

That did the trick, she went wild. "Oh God yes, that's right, you know what I like, suck my clit!"

It took less than a minute before Veronica arched her back and started to shake as her climax overwhelmed her. When her orgasm finally subsided she slumped forward and lay with her pussy in my face and her lips next to my erect penis.

For a moment my goddess lay perfectly still and then she giggled and started to blow on my stiff cock. "Looks like you need to cum, cucky boy?"

She was wrong, I didn't just want to cum, I needed to cum. I managed to croak out the words, "Yes, please, Mistress."

Veronica heard the desperation in my voice and started to giggle, "Oh dear, it sounds like my little cucky boy is frantic." She blew on my cock again just to tease me and then she said, "If you want to cum you're going to have to beg."

At that moment I would have complied with any demand she made. I quickly said, "Ms. Waterman, I need to cum; please allow me to cum."

"Cucky boy, I was thinking that maybe it might be better to give you a nice long blow job tomorrow night. I don't feel up to it tonight, I think you'll just have to wait."

"Oh please no, I don't think I can wait. Please Mistress, couldn't it be tonight?"

Veronica listened to my plea and said, "Hmm, I don't know cucky boy, I just had some wonderful sex with a real man and we both had several orgasms. Right now I'm still enjoying the memory of having his big hard cock in my mouth. I really don't want to do anything tonight that will remind me what I am missing."

God, she was good with her teasing. I continued playing the game and kept on pleading, "Please Ms. Waterman, I beg you. I can't wait until tomorrow night."

"Indeed?" Veronica sat up and held her fingers to her cheek in mock amazement. "You really are a very impatient little cucky boy."

"Please, Mistress."

She shook her head. "No, it really wouldn't be fair to Ron. He did such a wonderful job fucking me with his big cock, if I were to give a little wimp like you a blow job tonight it would make a mockery of what a good time we had."

I sensed that there might be more than a game on her mind and that maybe this was for real so I sighed and resigned myself to the idea that I was going to have to wait until tomorrow night to get some release.

Veronica noted my reaction and said, "Poor baby, maybe we can find a compromise."

I perked up and said, "Oh yes please."

She thought for a moment and then said, "Well we've already decided that I can't suck your cock tonight and I'm certainly not going to let you fuck me so, hmm, let me see, what else is there?"

Veronica turned around so that she was facing me. She grabbed my nipples with her fingers and twisted them. Through the pain I heard her say, "I suppose I could allow you to masturbate."

I had been hoping for a blow job, but at that moment she had got me so excited that even being allowed to masturbate seemed like a wonderful gift.

I nodded and said, "Yes please."

"You have to understand that if you choose to have a wank tonight you won't get your blow job tomorrow night."

I hesitated for a moment. This didn't seem quite fair.

She qualified her remark with a malicious smile on her face, "Little cucky boys are only entitled to have so much fun."

She was enjoying the little dilemma that she'd created for me. "Well, Legless, it's decision time. What's it going to be? Masturbate tonight or blow job tomorrow night?"

It was crazy that listening to this was making me more excited, she had managed to introduce another fantasy of mine into the equation, the little game of denial. I sensed that we were laying the future ground rules for our dominant submissive relationship and I suspected from that moment on pleasure for me would always come with strings attached to it.

This made me even more excited., my fantasy coming true, This was what I secretly always wanted a woman to do to me. I took a deep breath and said, "Ms. Waterman I choose to masturbate tonight."

Veronica gave a nod, it was obvious that she approved of my choice.

She rolled off of me and sat on the bed. She seemed to be thinking. Finally she looked at me and said, "I don't know, Legless, it doesn't seem right that you wank here in the same room as my lover. I wouldn't want you to start thinking that you were his equal." She gave a smile and said, "I know, you can go into the bathroom to masturbate. That will help you remember your place while you're cumming."

Veronica gave a laugh as she lay down on her stomach and picked up her book. Once she was comfortable she said, "Go on then, off with you. Have at it cucky boy, enjoy yourself and, oh, close the door, I don't want to hear what you're up to."

I smiled to myself. Veronica was proving to be a very creative in her role as a dominatrix and she was doing everything she could to make this a deliciously humiliating experience for me.

My entire body tingled with excitement as I went toward the bathroom door. I felt the appropriate pangs of jealousy when I thought about the offensive things Veronica had been willing to do with Ron earlier and comparing them to what she was now making me do but as I sat on the toilet and stroked my cock I remembered that Veronica was my goddess and I was now her submissive cuckold slave. This was a role I'd chosen for myself and I had to learn to understand and accept the fact that Veronica was going to have many lovers and all of them going to be allowed pleasures with her that I would never be permitted to enjoy.

Suddenly I felt that wonderful sensation that precedes an orgasm building in my loins. I deliberately lightened my touch for as long as possible while I ejaculated. Once I was done cumming I looked at the strings of sperm dripping from my fingers and licked them clean. It tasted a lot like Ron's.

I cleaned up and went back to the bedroom and gave Veronica a soft kiss.

She responded by giving me a hug and with no sign of her disdaining attitude said, "Baby are you okay?"

I nodded. "Yes Ms. Waterman, I'm just fine."

Veronica kissed my cheek, "Call me Veronica baby, the game's over for tonight. Now I just want to enjoy my sweet man and that dinner you said you were making. I'm famished, can we do that now?"

I grinned at her, "I would like to do that very much."

She found her robe and we left the bedroom.