Harriet works at The Clocktower Bar and often sneaks off to fuck the patrons. She likes to get creampied then take them home to her unknowing boyfriend, Matt, and make him like her pussy or fuck her. She never tells Matt but she loves the idea of making him a Cuck

Chapter 10: Walking Home

As they left the bar together, Matt asked about the guy Harriet had met earlier in the bathroom, but she quickly changed the subject.

They walked along the dark and deserted streets, hand in hand. Matt seemed preoccupied with something, but Harriet couldn't quite put her finger on it. As they approached their house, Harriet felt a sudden urge to change plans. She pulled Matt off the path and led him between two houses.

She pressed him up against a wall of one of the houses.

"What are you doing?" Matt asked, trying to push her away. Harriet could feel the fear in his voice and it only turned her on more.

She grabbed onto his hips with one hand and used the other to tear open a button on his pants.

Matt's breath caught in his throat as she stroked the hard length of him, already rock hard. Harriet felt like she was high on this power and control.

"What are you doing?" Matt asked, trying to pull away from her grasp. She could see the fear in his eyes but it only made her feel more alive. Harriet slid her hand under Matt's shirt, feeling the warmth of his bare skin beneath her fingers. Her nails grazed along his rib cage, making him shutter with pleasure.

She leaned in and whispered in his ear, "You know you want me, Matt."

He nodded, his eyes locked on hers. He knew that he had no control over himself when it came to Harriet. She was always seducing him, always finding ways to distract him from any suspicion or questions he might have about her secret life.

Harriet moved her panties to the side, the were already saturated with cum, and positioned his cock at her entrance and let out a soft moan as she felt him pressing against her wetness.

As she lowered herself onto his cock, Harriet felt a wave of emotion wash over her. She was overwhelmed with the sensation, feeling her body sway with excitement and anticipation. Matt reached out and grabbed her hips, pulling her closer to him as he began to thrust. Harriet closed her eyes and let herself get carried away with the moment. She could feel Matt's hands on her hips, guiding her every move. She could feel the heat of his body against her own, the sweat collecting on their skin. Harriet could feel her own body responding to his, her hips swaying with each thrust. Matt's hands moved down to Harriet's waist, pulling her even closer. He could feel the warmth of her skin against his. He could feel the strength of her body as she rode him. Matt adjusted his grip, pulling her even tighter. Harriet moaned louder, her excitement building with each passing moment. "Harriet," Matt whispered, "you feel so good." Harriet couldn't stop the smile from spreading across her face.

"Oh god, you feel so good," Matt whispered as he pulled out and then pushed back into Harriet once again.

Tonight she was feeling especially dominant. She grabbed Matt by the collar and pressed him against the wall. "You belong to me," she growled, her eyes locked on his. Matt's mind was spinning with desire as Harriet began to grind into him, her hips moving with a fluidity that he found both hypnotic and thrilling. "You like it when I take control," Harriet taunted, her voice low and husky. Matt nodded, his voice choked off by his arousal. He was completely under her spell, and he couldn't wait to see where she took him next. Harriet laughed as she continued to grind against him, her eyes flashing with desire.

"You'd do anything for me" she taunted, her voice low and seductive. Matt shuddered as he felt Harriet moving against him, her body language oozing with confidence and animalistic desire. She kissed him deeply, the first kiss they had shared since she'd sucked Tommy's cock. Remnants of him cum on her breath, in her hair and on her clothes. "S-stop,"Matt stammered , feeling a wave of shame wash over him as Harriet continued to grind against him, her hips moving with a fluidity that he found both hypnotic and thrilling.

He suspected something happened with the boy in the bar and couldn't help but imagine what she had done with Tommy, the image of her sucking and licking his dick was ingrained in Matt's mind. It was almost as if she was punishing him for not being enough, for not satisfying her enough.

But Matt was trapped, he knew it was too late to back away from her, she had him hooked like a fish. Matt closed his eyes and tried to block out the image of her with Tommy, but it was too late, the mental image had been burned into his mind forever. He hated himself for letting himself get into this situation, for not being strong enough to resist her. But he couldn't help himself, he was addicted to her, to the way she made him feel. He was a slave to her whims, and he knew it was a dangerous path to follow, but he didn't care. He was willing to risk everything for her, for the chance to be with her.

"You like it" Harriet's voice was low and seductive, she continued to grind against Matt. Matt could feel himself getting close, he was so turned on by Harriet.

She wanted to step it up a notch. Her recent escapades had turned her on more than she thought possible. She wanted to take it further. Her recently discovered sense of power and control had her on a high. She grinned as she felt Matt's cock throbbing against her, his sweat mixing with hers in the humid night air. Harriet felt a sudden wave of sadism wash over her, and she leaned in closer to Matt's face. "Do you want me?" she hissed, her eyes flashing with dominance.

Matt craved more of Harriet's domination. He savored the feel of her fingers entwined in his hair, the way she controlled his movements and his body. He was hers, completely, and he reveled in it. He felt a surge of pleasure as she tugged him closer, their bodies pressed together. He could feel her warmth, her scent, everything about her was intoxicating. He moaned out loud, unable to contain his excitement.

It was just the two of them, lost in the moment. Harriet could feel her own desire spiking as she fed off Matt's need for her. She gripped him tighter, feeling his sweat-soaked body against hers. Her legs wrapped around his waist, holding him tightly to her as they continued their steamy encounter in the alleyway.

With each passing moment, the intensity of their connection only grew stronger, their bodies entwined in a passionate embrace. They kissed, their tongues intertwining as they explored each other's mouths. Matt's hands roamed over Harriet's body, caressing her curves and teasing her skin. She arched her back, encouraging him to touch her more. As they continued their heated encounter in the darkness of the alleyway, Harriet knew that this was the moment she had been waiting for.

As she felt him near his climax, Harriet couldn't help but think of how she could intensify his submission to her. She had always wanted a cuckold, and Matt would be hers. She imagined the look on his face when he found out that she had taken control of his desires and made him hers completely. She loved the thrill of power and the excitement of being in control. Matt didn't even realize that she was already in control. He had given her everything, including his body. She had always loved the feeling of being in charge and having total control of the situation. He was hers now, and she was going to make sure that he knew it.

She tightened her grip on his hair as she twisted her body upwards, causing him to arch backwards in a way that made their bodies connect even more than before. Matt groaned out loud, lost in the sensations that Harriet was creating with each motion of their bodies. He could feel every inch of her against him as she milked his cock. "Don't cum yet", she purred. Matt was trying to hold on, but she increased her pace and he was losing control.

Harriet could feel his body tensing up, and she knew he was close. She tightened her grip on his hair even more as she continued to grind against him, causing him to cry out in pleasure.

"You're mine now", Harriet whispered into Matt's ear as he lost control. She could feel Matt's cock pulsing inside her as he cried out in pleasure, his seed filling her body. She revelled in the sensation of him filling her up, relishing at the power she had over him.

Harriet had told Matt not to cum yet. She knew he'd find it an impossible task.

She was going to punish him now, push him further into her cuckolding fantasy.

Harriet had been increasing her control over Matt, always pushing him to go further than he ever thought he could. It had started with little things, like making him lick her panties or kissing him with a mouthful of his cum, but it had now evolved into something more. For Harriet, it was about embracing her own desires and not being afraid to express them.

She had done a 6 hour shift at work, then went out dancing and drinking, he'd creamed her panties on the dancefloor and, just now, he'd came in her pussy. And now, after all that, she was going to make him lick her pussy, and clean her up. In the street, on his knees. She was going to make him clean up the mess from himself, and Tommy.

She made him kneel on the pavement while she stood above him.

He was still catching his breath from their intense encounter, but he could feel the adrenaline coursing through him as Harriet loomed over him.

"Matt," she said in a low voice, her eyes flashing with desire. "I want you to clean me up."

He looked up at her hesitantly. She had that look on her face again - the one where she seemed to be enjoying complete control over him and relishing it like a delicious indulgence. It sent shivers down his spine.

He felt like a dog, being commanded by its owner. A warm feeling spread through him as he realized that Harriet could make him do anything she wanted. She had complete control over him and was using it in the most intoxicating way possible.

Harriet winked at Matt, enjoying his submission to her. "I want you to clean me up, and make me cum" she said softly, running her fingers along his cheek in a tender gesture before grabbing the back of his head firmly.

Matt's heart skipped a beat and his eyes widened in anticipation as he leaned forward, eager to please Harriet. He had never felt so excited, or so thrilled by a simple command before. It was like she was an enchantress with the power to control him at her whim and he revelled in it.

Harriet's heart was pounding in her chest as she gazed down at Matt, she was in control, and she was taking what she wanted without question or hesitation. As Matt licked up every drop of their communal fluids with his tongue, Harriet couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction that was overwhelming. She squeezed her pussy, it excited her to think that she could make him taste Tommy's remnants. She wished she got him to cum inside too, but the risk seemed too great.

Matt's moans were getting louder and more desperate as he lapped and sucked away, eager to please her. 'Like a good little cuckold', she thought with amusement.

She watched as he eagerly lapped up every drop, his tongue working diligently to clean her up. It was a satisfying sight.

Matt's eyes were half-closed and he was panting, lost in the sensations of Harriet's body against his face. He seemed completely absorbed in her needs, as if they were all that mattered to him at that moment.

She couldn't help but feel a wave of pleasure wash over her as she watched Matt get off on pleasing her like this.

She knew that she had a hold over him, and it felt good to use her power in such a way. Harriet was the type of person who loved control, and Matt's submission made her feel like she was on top of the world.

"Mmm," Harriet moaned softly as Matt worked his way up towards her clit with his tongue.

"That's it, baby. You do that good."

As he pressed his tongue against her clit and flicked it with short strokes, Harriet let out a long sigh of pleasure and closed her eyes. She could feel herself getting closer to orgasm with each passing second. She pulled him into her, grinding his face for her pleasure.

Matt's tongue was a blur of motion, bringing her to the brink of ecstasy. Harriet gasped for air as she felt herself teeter on the edge, but then he changed his pressure and technique entirely, slowing down and hitting precisely that spot inside her pussy that made her lightheaded with pleasure.

"Oh god..." she breathed softly into his ear while clenching tight around him. His movements against her were like nothing else in the world; it was almost indescribable how good it felt.

As she orgasmed, it was like a wave of pleasure had crashed over her. She let out a soft gasp as every inch of her body tingled with delight. A rush of cum flooded out of her and onto Matt's face, and he lapped it up eagerly. Harriet groaned as the pleasure coursed through her body and reached its peak.

Matt finished cleaning her up, his own arousal growing in intensity even as he licked every last drop of their combined essence from his fingers. Harriet smiled at him appreciatively before pulling him to his feet by the hand she still had on the back of his head.

"Good boy, Matt," she whispered with a naughty glint in her eye. "You've been such a good cuck tonight." Harriet said as she looked down at Matt with a smile on her face, still kneeling in front of her.

Matt had never felt so degraded yet satisfied before. He couldn't believe what he had just done. His girlfriend's commanding voice had made him lick and clean up the cum from two different men off her pussy and clothing. He was a mess, cum all over his face... but he loved every second of it.

As they walked home, Matt's thoughts were running wild with the events of the night. He couldn't believe what he had just done for Harriet - licking and cleaning up her cum from two different men off her pussy and clothing, like a trained dog at his mistress' beck and call. It was degrading but so exhilarating at the same time.