Dave and Hannah have been in a relationship for 5 years. Dave's small penis and premature ejaculation problems had affected his self-stem all his life and he developed a kink for humiliation. Hannah indulges in his kinks and she enjoys them too, but her main priority is the feeling of her beloved boyfriend. They have been exploring cuckold fantasies, and today Hannah went to make it a reality for the first time. Dave goes to bed early, and can't stop wondering if this was a good idea. The story starts when Hannah arrives after her date with the bull, and finds her beloved Dave sad and depressed, feeling humiliated and cucked. The story is focused on Hannah giving Dave the sweetest comfort and aftercare, expressing her love for him, until she makes him feel better, they kiss and Hannah edges his little penis while showing him the videos of her being brutally anal pounding. Dave goes down on her to worship her sored holes and find them filled with semen, he suck her clean.

Chapter 1: Introduction

Dave's apartment was dimly lit, the harsh fluorescent lights above the kitchen sink flickering as he leaned against the counter, resting his weary eyes. He took a swig of his beer, the cold liquid easing the tension in his throat. The apartment smelled like old takeout and the lingering aftermath of their latest kinky escapade.

The darkness outside the blinds seemed to mirror his sullen mood.

Dave's gaze drifted to the bedroom door, remembering the way Hannah had looked earlier, all dolled up for her date with The Bull. His stomach churned at the thought, a familiar mix of jealousy and humiliation gnawing at him. He took another gulp of his beer, the bitterness barely registering as his mind replayed the scene from earlier that day.

"Dave, honey, I'm going out," Hannah had called from the bedroom, her voice echoing through the apartment. He had followed the sound, finding her perched on the edge of their bed, applying a coat of red lipstick.

She looked like a fucking goddess, her curves accentuated by the tight black dress she wore. Her hair was done up in loose curls, cascading down her shoulders like a waterfall of chocolate silk. She had caught his reflection in the mirror, a small smile playing on her lips.

"Like what you see, baby?" she had asked, turning to face him. Her eyes sparkled with mischief, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. He had stood there, rooted to the spot, his cock already half-hard from the sight of her.

"Fuck, Hannah," he had groaned, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "You know I do. You look... fucking incredible."

She had chuckled, a low, sultry sound that sent shivers down his spine. "Why, thank you, Dave. That's the plan." She had stood up, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor as she walked over to him. She had pressed her body against his, her hands gripping his ass, pulling him closer. He could feel her breath on his neck, her tits pressing against his chest.

His cock throbbed against her thigh, eager for release. But she had other plans. She pushed him away gently, her eyes gleaming with a mix of lust and amusement.

"Uh-uh, Davey," she teased, wagging her finger at him. "Not tonight. Tonight, I've got a date."

His cock twitched at the word 'date', a pang of jealousy coursing through him. He knew this was part of their game, their kink. But fuck, it still stung. He took a deep breath, trying to push down the bitter taste in his mouth.