A recent, vivid encounter of mine with a local young couple that reached out.
Free cuckold community
Sign up now!
Part 1 The First Meeting: Friday Night
It started like most of these situations do, with a curious DM.
Her name was Hailey. Sweet face. Big, soft brown eyes that hinted at innocence. But her smile? That was something else. There was heat behind it. A hunger she hadn’t fully understood yet. She and her boyfriend Josh had been together since high school. Her only experience. His, too, from what I gathered. They’d been exploring fantasies together, and the idea of watching her with a real man, someone older, dominant, experienced, had stirred something in both of them.
She was the one who found me first. We chatted for a couple days before she asked if we could meet, just to talk, feel each other out. She was shy, but curious. Said she’d never even touched another man’s cock before. That lit a fire in me. We met at a quiet bar Friday night. She wore a short denim skirt, white top that hugged her tight little figure, and no bra. I could see the outline of her small, perky tits through the thin fabric when she leaned forward. Her body was petite but toned, maybe 5’2”, slim waist, hips that flared just enough, and legs that could straddle a man and lock him in place. Josh came too, but he hung back. Barely said a word. I knew right away he was the type who would fold easily. Nervous energy radiated off him, he was already watching the way she looked at me.
Hailey was locked in. Every time I spoke, she bit her lip. Every time my arm brushed hers, I felt her breath catch. She laughed at things that weren’t funny, touched my forearm a little too long, eyes flicking down toward my body when she thought I wasn’t looking. But I was always watching. After a couple drinks, I suggested going for a walk. Just Hailey and me. Josh hesitated, but she gave him a sweet look, a silent “it’s okay.”
We didn’t go far. A quiet alley just off the strip, dimly lit. She leaned against the brick wall, eyes up at me, waiting. I stepped close. Pressed my hand to the wall beside her head, lowering my voice. “So, you ever kissed another man before?” She blushed, shaking her head. “No, just Josh.” “You ever wondered what it would feel like to kiss a man who knows how to take what he wants?” She nodded, breathless. So I kissed her. Not gentle. Not sweet. Deep, slow, dominant. Her lips parted immediately, tongue slipping into mine, soft and eager. She melted into my chest, her body so light I could lift her with one arm. I grabbed her hips and pulled her against me, let her feel the outline of my cock, thick and half hard already, stretching down my thigh. She moaned into the kiss, thighs squeezing together. “You feel that?” I growled in her ear. “That’s what a real cock feels like.” She whimpered. I slid my hand up under her skirt. No panties. My fingers grazed warm, wet skin. “Fuck, baby, you’re soaked already.” She nodded, eyes wide, lips parted. “I want to see it.”
I didn’t need to hear more. I opened my fly, and she gasped when it dropped out, thick, veiny, hanging heavy and hardening right in front of her face. She whispered, “Oh my god” “Go ahead, Hailey. Show me what that sweet little mouth can do.” She dropped to her knees on the rough pavement, right there in the alley. Josh had no idea what was happening, but I didn’t care. She wrapped her lips around the tip, eyes looking up at me, hand shaking a little as she tried to take more. Her lips stretched wide around the girth, and I saw her throat flutter when she pushed past her limit. I grabbed her hair and fed her more, slowly, inch by thick inch. “That’s it, baby, open that little throat. You’re not gonna be able to forget this.” She gagged, pulled back, saliva dripping from her lips. “I’ve never, it’s so much” “You’ll learn,” I growled, sliding it back into her mouth. She worked me until I throbbed in her throat, her eyes watering from the size and her pussy dripping down her thighs. I didn’t finish, not yet. I wanted to leave her aching for more. When she finally stood, I kissed her again. Hard. Possessive. My hand gripped her ass and pulled her against me.
“Tomorrow,” I told her, looking into her eyes. “I’m coming over. And you’re going to take this cock like you were made for it.” She nodded, dizzy, drunk on lust. “I want you to. “Good girl.” I didn’t even have to look back to know Josh would agree.
Part 2 Saturday: First Time Fucking
When I showed up at their apartment Saturday afternoon, I already knew she hadn’t stopped thinking about me. She answered the door barefoot, wearing just a loose tank top with no bra and a pair of tiny cotton shorts. Her nipples were hard under the fabric, and she had that flushed, needy look in her eyes, like she’d been edging herself since last night. Josh was in the kitchen. Quiet. Tense. He barely looked me in the eye when I stepped in. “Hey, man,” he mumbled. “Thanks for coming.” I smirked. “Believe me, the pleasure’s mine.”
Hailey came up behind me, pressing her small body against my back. I could feel her soft tits flatten against my shirt. Her hands slid down to my abs, fingers trailing along my waist. “Can we, talk in the bedroom?” she whispered. I didn’t need a second invitation. I grabbed her by the waist and walked her into the bedroom without asking. She followed eagerly, eyes flicking back to Josh just long enough to let him know this was what she wanted.
The bedroom was small, clean, dimly lit. Her scent was everywhere, sweet, warm, feminine. She sat on the edge of the bed, legs crossed, thighs showing. I stepped in front of her and unzipped. Her eyes lit up again. That same overwhelmed look from the night before. “Still want this, baby?” I asked, letting it drop out, already thick and heavy. She nodded. “I haven’t stopped thinking about it, I want you to fuck me.” “Louder.” “I want you to fuck me,” she moaned. Josh stood at the doorway, watching, frozen. I pulled her up and kissed her hard, lifting her off the floor. She weighed almost nothing. I turned and tossed her onto the bed like she belonged there. She squealed and laughed, then bit her lip as I yanked her shorts down. No panties again. Her little pussy was soaked, lips glistening, pink and tight, a perfect untouched treasure, stretched only by her boyfriend’s modest size until now. “Look at that,” I growled, running my fingers up her inner thigh. “Soaked for a real man.” I spread her legs. Her pussy clenched around nothing, already begging to be filled. I didn’t ease in. I lined up the head and pushed, slowly at first, letting the thick crown stretch her open. She gasped, arched her back, and grabbed at the sheets. Inch by inch I fed it into her, watching her little body squirm as she took more than she ever had before. “Oh my god, fuck, it’s so big, Nick, I can’t” “Yes, you can,” I growled in her ear. “You’re gonna take every inch.”
I looked up at Josh. He was standing stiff in the doorway, his face pale, hands trembling. He’d just watched his girlfriend’s pussy swallow the cock of another man, and not just any man. A man who was bigger, older, stronger. I started to thrust. Slow, grinding strokes. Her tiny body rocked with every movement. She was clinging to me, nails in my back, moaning louder with every inch. Her pussy stretched wide around the thick shaft, juices running down to the base. “You feel that?” I grunted. “You’re mine now.” She cried out, “Yes! Fuck, yes, I’m yours, Nick”Josh made a sound, part gasp, part groan. His hand was down his pants. I smirked. “She’s never screamed like that for you, has she?” I taunted, fucking her deeper now, filling her completely. Hailey’s mouth dropped open, eyes rolling back as her first orgasm hit. Her pussy clenched around me, squeezing hard, milking me. I didn’t stop. I kept fucking her through it, letting her know this wasn’t some gentle play. This was a claiming. She was limp under me when I finally pulled out, cock wet and pulsing. “On your knees,” I commanded. She dropped instantly, mouth open, eyes glazed. I fed her the cock that had just ruined her, made her taste herself on it, tongue swirling around the head like she was starving for it.
Josh watched it all. His cock was out now, hard, but pathetic by comparison. He was stroking, lips parted in shock and awe. I walked over to him slowly, dragging Hailey by her hair behind me. “Look at her,” I said. “Your little girlfriend just got stretched open by a real cock. What do you think she wants now?” He didn’t answer. So I made him watch.
I bent her over the edge of the bed, held her tiny waist in one hand, and slid back inside her from behind. She screamed into the sheets, her legs shaking already. I looked Josh in the eyes as I fucked her. “You wanted this,” I said, voice low and dangerous. “You wanted to watch her with a real man. Now she’s never going back.”Hailey moaned louder, her words muffled between cries of pleasure. “Fuck, Nick, fuck me, oh my god, yes, please don’t stop.” I didn’t stop. I fucked her until her legs gave out, until she couldn’t speak, until her pussy had molded to me. Then I pulled out, grabbed her chin, and made her look at Josh. “Tell him who owns this pussy now.”She hesitated for half a second, then whispered, wrecked and breathless, “You do, Nick, you own my pussy now.” Josh’s hand was frozen on his cock. He knew the truth. This wasn’t a game anymore.
Part 3 Saturday Night: Complete Control
After I wrecked her, Hailey curled up beside me in the bed, eyes closed, her body twitching softly with aftershocks. Her pussy was still dripping. Her thighs trembled every time I touched her. Josh sat at the edge of the room in silence, still half-naked, his cock softening in his hand. I turned to him. “She’s not done,” I said flatly. Hailey stirred at the sound of my voice, then looked up at me, dazed, obedient. “Come here,” I said to her. “Crawl.” She crawled to me on all fours like a good little pet, her ass swaying with each movement, her tight pussy still red and slightly swollen from the stretch. Her lips kissed up my thigh until she reached my cock. It was already getting hard again, and she opened her mouth without hesitation.
Josh watched, his eyes locked on her as she sucked, her head bobbing slowly, her tongue working the underside like she was born for it. She moaned onto my cock like she couldn’t live without it now. I looked at Josh. “You ever see her this eager for yours?” He didn’t answer. “Didn’t think so.” I reached over and grabbed Hailey by the back of the head, holding her down on it, making her throat stretch. She gagged softly, then moaned deeper, tears forming in the corners of her eyes. I could see the shift happening in real time. She wasn’t his anymore. She didn’t even realize it, but her body did. And Josh knew it. “Strip,” I said, looking at him. He looked stunned. “What?”“Strip. And sit over there,” I pointed to the small cushioned chair in the corner.
He hesitated, but the weight of the moment crushed his resistance. He stood, stripped off the rest of his clothes, and sat naked. His cock was stiff again, twitching in his lap, small, maybe five inches, thin. Pathetic. I sat back on the bed, pulled Hailey onto my lap, and slid her down onto my cock. Her little body gave way slowly, but easily this time, like her pussy had learned what it was made for. She gasped, rolled her hips, and rode me like she was in heat, her soft tits bouncing, her fingers digging into my chest. I made her look at Josh while I fucked her.“Look at him, Hailey. Look at the boyfriend who used to own this little pussy.” She stared at him as I bounced her on my cock.“Do you still feel like his girl?” She whimpered, biting her lip. “No, Nick.” “Who do you belong to now?” “You. I’m yours. I want your cock forever.”
Josh moaned from the chair. His hand was on his cock again, but it looked like he was about to cry. “You still think this is your girlfriend?” I asked him, grinding Hailey’s hips down harder. He shook his head, lips trembling. “No, she’s not.” “Say it.” “She’s, yours, Nick. She’s your girl now.” I held Hailey down and fucked her harder, letting her feel my full weight under her, my hands around her throat, my cock hitting her deep. She came again. Violently. Her whole body shook in my arms. Her pussy clamped down around me like she was trying to milk me dry. She collapsed into my chest, her breath ragged, eyes glazed over with submission. I let her rest for a few minutes, then laid her on her back and straddled her chest. “Open your mouth.” She opened wide, still catching her breath, and I fed her my cock again, deeper this time. She gagged, drooled, tears falling freely now. But she didn’t stop.
Josh watched it all. His mouth was slightly open. He was barely stroking himself now, just watching, stunned. Powerless. “Come here,” I told him. He stood slowly, naked and ashamed, walking over with small steps.“Kneel.” He dropped. I pulled my cock out of Hailey’s throat, strings of saliva and pre-cum hanging off her lips. Then I grabbed Josh’s face and rubbed it across my shaft, let him taste what she had just been gagging on. He flinched, but didn’t pull away. “That’s it,” I said, grabbing him by the jaw. “That’s what your place looks like now.”He was breathing hard. Humiliated. Harder than ever. I smirked. This was no longer about sharing. This was full surrender.
Part 4 Sunday Morning: Total Surrender
The morning light crept through the curtains. Hailey was curled up naked beside me, her tight little body wrapped around my arm like I was her entire world. She was covered in light bruises and bite marks. Her pussy lips still puffy from the punishment she took. Her voice had been hoarse all night, from moaning, from begging, from choking on my cock. Josh slept on the floor.
Naked. Curled at the foot of the bed like a dog.
I was already hard again when I woke up, my cock pressing up against Hailey’s thigh. She stirred, blinked, then turned to face me. Her lips curled into a sleepy, needy smile.“You’re hard again” she whispered. “Of course I am,” I said. “You didn’t think I was finished with you, did you?” She shook her head slowly and kissed my chest. “No, I hope not.” I rolled on top of her. No teasing. No warming up. She gasped when I slid inside her, her tight little pussy still adjusting to the stretch like it hadn’t fully recovered. I fucked her with slow, deep thrusts, claiming her again with the same cock she was now hopelessly addicted to.
Josh was still sleeping when she started moaning. But not for long. She got louder with every thrust. “Oh my god, Nick, your cock is too good, it’s ruining me.” He stirred at the foot of the bed and looked up to see me on top of his girlfriend, her legs bent back, my cock buried to the base in her stretched, soaked pussy. “Morning,” I said casually. “Your girl’s already been bred.” He sat up slowly, cock twitching between his legs, silent. “Come get her mouth,” I told him. “Do something useful.” He obeyed without hesitation this time. Josh crawled up and kneeled beside Hailey’s head. She opened her mouth, lazily, like she was doing him a favor. Her tongue slid out and licked the tip of his cock, moaning between sucks, even while I was buried deep inside her.
“Good girl,” I praised. “Look at you. Pleasing both your men like a little slut.” She whimpered, her tongue still swirling around her boyfriend’s cock, even though her body was mine now. I grabbed her hips and started pounding her harder. She squealed, lifting her head off the pillow, Josh’s cock slipping from her mouth. “Fuck, Nick, please, fuck me harder.” I delivered. Deep, merciless strokes, slapping against her ass while her pussy made obscene wet noises with every thrust. Josh stroked himself watching it, clearly feeling smaller, less than, but unable to stop. Hailey came again, for the fourth time that morning and collapsed under me. I pulled out, grabbed her face, and fed her my cock. Her lips parted automatically.
Josh watched his girlfriend choke and gag, tears running down her cheeks. But he didn’t stop me. He was completely broken now. We showered together later, just me and her. She cleaned my cock with her mouth under the warm water, eyes wide, still starving for it even after hours of being used. “You want to come with me for a bit?” I asked her, drying off. She nodded instantly.“Josh can stay here,” I said, loud enough for him to hear in the other room.
She walked out wearing one of my t-shirts. No panties. Her tight little ass peeking out from under the hem. I took her out to get coffee, hand on her thigh the whole drive. She didn’t bother hiding the marks I’d left. She wanted people to see. She wanted to show she’d been fucked by someone real. We sat at a little café patio. She sucked on her straw and kept glancing at me, shy but obsessed. “What are you thinking about?” I asked. “I can still feel you inside me,” she whispered, crossing her legs. I leaned over.“You like feeling stretched open like that?”“So much” she blushed. “I don’t want anyone else now.” I smiled. “Good girl.”
By the time we got back, Josh had tidied the place. Cleaned up. Showered. Dressed. He was back to pretending things were normal. But everything had changed. He didn’t question me when I sat on the couch and pulled Hailey into my lap, lifting her shirt and sucking her nipples while she giggled and moaned. He didn’t flinch when I bent her over the kitchen counter and took her raw while he made dinner. He didn’t blink when I told him to sleep on the floor again that night, while his girlfriend lay on my chest, legs still leaking my cum. Because he knew now. I wasn’t a guest anymore.
Part 5 Sunday Night: The New Normal
By Sunday evening, Hailey was draped over me on the couch like a toy that had been played with too hard and couldn’t bear to be put down. She was naked again, still wearing the bruises, the bite marks, the ache between her legs. Her body trembled every time I touched her inner thigh. She was quiet now, docile, always seeking skin contact, glancing up at me like I was the only thing in the world she trusted. Josh sat nearby, dressed, stiff, trying to pretend things hadn’t changed. But the illusion had been shattered. Hailey didn’t even acknowledge him anymore.
When I wanted her, she came. When I touched her, she spread her legs. When I fed her my cock, she opened her mouth like she was addicted to the taste. And when I told her to call me Daddy, she did so without hesitation, while he listened from the floor. She belonged to me now, even if it wasn’t permanent. Her body, her mind, her addiction, none of that could be undone. Not after this weekend. I was lounging back, hard again, when she rolled over and looked up at me. “Can I?” she whispered, reaching for my cock. “You don’t need to ask, baby,” I said. “You know that now.” She slid down between my legs, sucking it slowly, her eyes flicking up at me the whole time, waiting for praise. Her lips stretched wide to take the thickness, her throat relaxing with practiced ease. Josh didn’t say a word. He just watched. Her boyfriend, reduced to an audience. I stroked her hair while she worked. “You’ve been good,” I said to her. “A perfect little cockslut all weekend.” She moaned around my shaft in response. I looked over at Josh. “She’s not your girlfriend anymore,” I said plainly. He swallowed hard, but didn’t argue. “You had a girl once. Now you’ve got a front row seat to her real sex life.” He nodded slowly, as if admitting it out loud would make it less painful. Hailey pulled off, panting. “I don’t want this to end” she said breathlessly. “I need more. I want more.”
I pulled her up by the chin, kissed her deep, then looked her in the eyes. “I’m not going to be your boyfriend,” I said firmly. “But I’ll be more than just a one-time thing.” Her eyes lit up. She leaned into me, wrapping her legs around my waist. “Anything you want,” she whispered. “Good girl,” I smirked. “Then here’s how this works.” I leaned in, gripping her ass tightly. “You’re mine when I say so. When I call, you come. I want your mouth, your pussy, your ass, whatever I feel like. You don’t get to say no. Not anymore.” She nodded eagerly. Josh stood off to the side, silent, small. He knew what this meant. He wasn’t her partner anymore. He was just, around. Background. I stood up, grabbed my things, and kissed Hailey one last time, deep and slow. “I’ll text you,” I said, gripping her ass one last time. “You better,” she purred, eyes shining with need. Josh held the door open for me on the way out. No eye contact. He knew he couldn’t stop any of it. As I walked out into the night, I felt her eyes on me from behind the glass. Possessive. Hungry. Completely broken in. She didn’t need a new boyfriend. She needed her FWB. And I’d be back, whenever I wanted.
The end.