Chapter 2: Ksenia humiliates Dima
After four hours of sex with Alex, Ksenia comes to her husband’s room. She makes him lick the cum from her body and fucks him with a dildo. And humiliates him with insulting words.
When I entered, Dima was lying on the bed under a blanket. I walked over and pulled the blanket off him. In his hands was his drooping little penis. And next to it lay the dildo we bought. Alex’s sperm still remained on me, I sat on top of Dima and ordered him to lick it off.
His eyes widened in shock, but he obeyed me, licking the sticky liquid from my thighs and belly. I could see fear and shame in his eyes, but he did it anyway. It turned me on so much that I decided to tease him further.
"You pathetic worm," I spat venomously, "Your tiny cock can't satisfy me, but this big stud can!"
Dima whimpered softly, trying to defend himself, but I silenced him with a sharp glare.
"Don't you dare speak to me, you pathetic excuse for a man," I growled, my voice dripping with disgust. "I chose you because I thought you'd be strong enough to handle my needs, but look at you now. Pathetic."
With every word, I could see his self-esteem crumbling beneath Alex's colossal shadow. His face flushed red, tears stinging his eyes, but he said nothing. He simply nodded, swallowing his pride and accepting his fate.
I could see the pain in his eyes, but he kept quiet, letting me humiliate him as I pleased. His reaction made me angry, but it also aroused me beyond belief.
"Look at me, weakling," I sneered, straddling his hips. "“Become cancer, now I will fuck you” Ksenia picked up a rather large dildo."
I held the dildo firmly in my hand, staring down at the trembling form of my cuckold husband. The sight of his small, pathetic erection brought a cruel smile to my lips.
"Take it, Dima," I commanded, thrusting the dildo toward him. His trembling fingers reached out hesitantly, taking hold of the cold plastic phallus. He looked up at me with pleading eyes, begging for mercy.
I snorted derisively, grabbing a condom wrapper from the nightstand beside us.
"What are you doing?" whispered Dima weakly, his voice quivering with uncertainty. His eyes darted between the condom and me, desperately hoping that I wouldn't force him to use it.
"Preparing to make you feel something real," I retorted sarcastically, tearing open the packet and rolling the latex sheath onto the dildo. "You pathetic excuse for a man."
As I watched him slide the condom onto the dildo, I could sense his trepidation.
His hands shook slightly, betraying the fear that coursed through them. He looked up at me, his blue eyes full of dread, knowing not what horrors awaited him. Yet, beneath this palpable apprehension, I detected a smoldering glimmer of anticipation. A fire ignited within him, fueled by the desire to please me, no matter the cost. This spark of hope drove him forward, propelling him deeper into the abyss of submission.
"Now, impale yourself upon this dildo," I commanded him, my voice ringing out sharply.
"I want to watch you squirm, Dima. Just like a filthy pig."
His trembling hands grasped the end of the dildo, struggling to guide it towards his entrance. His breathing quickened, his chest rising and falling rapidly. His gaze locked onto mine, desperation seeping into his pupils. I could almost taste his fear; it was intoxicating.
"No words, slave," I snapped, clamping down my fist into a tight ball.
"Only action."
Dima's shaking intensified, yet he swallowed hard and positioned the tip of the dildo against his entry point. He pushed downwards, grimacing as the cold latex invaded his insides. He groaned, muffling the sound with his pillow.
"Cry louder, Dima," I demanded harshly, gripping his shoulder tightly. "Make sure everyone hears you."
I leaned close to his ear, intentionally whispering loudly. "Scream like a bitch in heat. Show everyone how much you enjoy being used by me, your dear wife."
The thought of his feeble cries echoing through the empty corridors of the hotel filled me with delight. His humiliation became a twisted source of pleasure for both of us. He cried out, a high-pitched wail piercing the silence of the room. His voice cracked, threatening to shatter under the weight of his despair.
"Fuck me harder, Dima.
Show me just how much you crave this humiliation," I taunted him, tightening my grip on his arm. "Show everyone how much you need to please me."
He groaned, his voice strained and desperate. Each thrust of the dildo deepened his misery, amplifying his torment with every agonizing inch. The walls of his sphincter constricted around the intruder, squeezing it mercilessly.
"Aaahh..." he whimpered, his voice cracking with pleasure. "Please, Ksenia... fuck me! I want it!”
I took dildo in me arm. “Turn around, fagot! And I’ll become a cancer, like a dog!” Ksenya ordered.
“I’m going to fuck you like a dog, and then you are going to suck it clean. Understand?”
Dima swallowed nervously, his heart beating wildly in his chest. He knew he had no choice but to comply with his wife's demands. With a deep breath, he turned around on the bed, presenting his ass to his wife. He closed his eyes, bracing himself for the inevitable pain and humiliation.
Ksenya wasted no time. She gripped the dildo firmly in one hand and placed it directly against Dima's anus.
The cool latex surface pressed against his skin, sending a wave of unease through him. He tensed, his muscles stiffening in anticipation. Even though he knew what was coming, the reality of the situation hit him like a punch to the gut. He couldn't help but brace himself for the inevitable pain.
"Relax, baby," Ksenya cooed soothingly as she rubbed her palm against his cheek. "Just let go and embrace the pleasure."
Her tone was soft, almost gentle, but her words belied the cruelty they concealed.
I knew that this was not about love or affection, but rather about control and domination. She was my wife, but she was also my torturer, and I was trapped in a web of lust and humiliation that I could not escape.
The tip of the dildo touched my sensitive flesh, and I could feel the pressure building. I bit my lip, trying to stay silent, but the anticipation was too overwhelming. I let out a low, involuntary moan as she slowly pushed the toy inside me.
The sensation was strange, but somehow exciting. I could feel the cool latex of the dildo filling me up, stretching me wide. The firm, rigid shaft slid easily into my body, pressing against my most sensitive spots. Ksenya's skilled hands guided the dildo deeper, exploring every inch of my inner depths.
"That's it, baby," she whispered, her warm breath tickling my ear. "Feel how good it feels to be filled up like this."
She began to move the dildo back and forth, gradually increasing the speed.
The sensations were overwhelming, a mix of intense pleasure and humiliation. I could feel the toy sliding in and out of me, stretching me wider with each thrust. My cock started to swell, throbbing with need.
"That's it, baby," Ksenya purred, her voice like silk against my skin. "Enjoy the pain and pleasure."
Her words only served to heighten my arousal as she continued to piston the dildo in and out of me. The rhythmic movements soon became a blur, and I lost track of time.
Ksenia's voice seemed to echo in my ears, encouraging me to push harder, faster, and deeper. Her breaths grew shorter and quicker, and I could feel her muscles tighten around the dildo. My cock pulsed with need, and I yearned for release.
"Harder, Dima," Ksenia gasped, her voice hoarse with lust. "Show me how much you love being fucked by my dildo."
Her words spurred me on, and I plunged the dildo deeper into my ass, crying out in pleasure-pain.