Chapter 3: Owned
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The bedroom was still thick with the scent of sex—sweat, cum, and the musky tang of Hannah’s arousal, clinging to the air like a perfume of submission. The white sheets were twisted and damp, the comforter pulled halfway down the bed, revealing the stains of passion where Hannah’s back had pressed against the mattress. The room was bathed in the soft, golden glow of the bedside lamp, casting long shadows that danced across the walls, making the space feel intimate, suffocating, even sacred in its humiliation.
Max sat bound to the chair, his wrists still secured with the same black silk ropes that had held him in place earlier.
Hannah pushed herself down the bed until she was sat on the end, her legs spread wide, her pussy on full display to her husband.
“Look at how fucking gaped and ruined I am baby, aren’t you proud of your wife for being such a whore and taking that big black cock so well,” she purred, her fingers trailing through the wet, sticky mess between her legs.
“Now I’m going to untie you, but only if you promise to behave and clean my pussy like a true cuckold.” Hannah’s voice was laced with a mix of dominance and amusement as she looked at her husband, still bound to the chair.
Max nodded, his eyes locked onto her glistening pussy, his mouth already watering at the thought of tasting her, of tasting Michael.
Hannah leaned forward, her tits swaying as she reached for the ropes binding Max’s wrists. She took her time, her fingers brushing against his skin, her nails lightly scratching him. Max could feel his cock twitching in his boxers, his body responding to her touch, to her dominance.
Once his wrists were free, Hannah sat back, her legs still spread wide, her pussy on full display.
“Kneel between my legs and get to work cuckold, taste your wife’s infidelity and swallow every drop of Michael’s cum,” she commanded, her voice thick with lust and dominance.
Max hesitated for a moment, his eyes flicking up to meet Hannah’s. He could see the fire burning in her eyes, the hunger for his submission. He knew he had no choice but to obey.
Slowly, he lowered himself to the floor, his knees pressing into the soft carpet. He could feel the cool air against his skin, the anticipation building in his stomach as he leaned forward, his face inches from Hannah’s glistening pussy.
Hannah didn’t give him a second, grabbing a handful of his hair and forcing his face down between her legs. She could feel his breath hot against her sensitive skin, his lips parting slightly as he inhaled her scent.
“Lick it up, you fucking cuckold,” she hissed, her voice dripping with dominance. “Taste your wife’s pussy, taste how good she is after taking that big black cock.”
Max obeyed, his tongue darting out to taste her first. The flavor exploded in his mouth—sweet, tangy, musky. It was Hannah’s arousal, mixed with Michael’s cum, a potent combination that made his cock ache even harder.
Hannah groaned, her hips bucking slightly as Max’s tongue connected with her clit. He lapped at it, his tongue flicking back and forth, tasting every inch of her. He could feel her body tensing, her thighs quivering as he pleasured her.
“Fuck, yes,” Hannah moaned, her voice thick with desire. “Lick me clean, cuckold. Make me cum on your face.”
Max growled, his tongue delving deeper, his lips sucking on her clit, his tongue fucking her pussy. He could feel the sticky mess of their combined juices coating his face, his chin, his neck. He didn’t care. He loved it.
Hannah was enjoying it too, both the familiar feeling of her husbands tongue on her clit and the intoxicating power she felt at forcing her husband to clean another man’s cum from her married pussy.
“If you do a good enough job then there’s a chance he won’t impregnate your wife, but it’s unlikely baby, his cum is so thick and deep inside of me that you’re never going to get it all, it’s not like your weak watery cum that just leaks right out of me,” she teased , her voice dripping with dominance as she watched Max’s tongue work her pussy with a ferocity that made her moan.
Max was lost in the taste of her, the way her pussy clenched around his tongue, the way her juices coated his mouth. He could feel his own cock throbbing painfully in his boxers, his balls aching with need. He wanted to cum, to fill Hannah with his own seed, but he knew that wasn’t going to happen tonight. Not after what he’d just witnessed. Not after what Hannah had just done.
“I bet you want to cum don’t you baby, want to feel this used, cum filled pussy that used to be yours. You don’t even deserve sloppy seconds anymore, so fucking pathetic. This pussy is black cock only from now on, is that embarrassing for you, knowing your wife can only be pleasured by huge black cocks, you can never compete with that,” she moaned.
Her words spurred Max on to lick her harder, faster, her mean and humiliating words only making him more desperate to please her. He could feel the sticky mess of Michael’s cum coating his face, the taste of it thick and salty on his tongue. He lapped at it, his tongue delving deep into Hannah’s pussy, trying to clean every last drop.
“Fuck, yes, that’s it, you little cuckold,” Hannah moaned, her hips bucking against his face. “Lick it all up, taste your wife’s infidelity. Taste how good another man’s cum is in my pussy.”
Max growled, his tongue fucking her hard and fast, his lips sucking on her clit.
Hannah’s thighs trembled, her pussy clenching around his face as she rode his tongue. The taste of Michael’s cum was thick and potent, filling her with a sense of shame and arousal. She could feel her own juices mixing with it, dripping down her thighs, coating Max’s face and beard.
“Fuck, you’re so greedy, aren’t you?” Hannah taunted, her voice dripping with dominance. “You want to taste every last drop of him, don’t you? You want to swallow his cum like you’re some kind of cum slut, begging for more.”
Max moaned against her pussy, his tongue lapping at her clit, his lips sucking on her inner lips as she held his head firm, grinding her pussy into his mouth as she chased a second orgasm.
“I’m his property now, his whore, his cum dump,” Hannah panted, her voice thick with arousal and submission. “You’re just a pathetic cuckold who can’t even keep your wife’s pussy to yourself anymore.”
She was so close now, pushing herself closer and closer to the edge , her body trembling and her thighs shaking as Max’s tongue worked her relentlessly. She could feel her orgasm building, her pussy clenching and releasing around his face, her juices dripping down his chin and onto the carpet.
“Fuck, you’re making me cum,” she gasped, her hips buckling as she came hard against his mouth. Her body arched off the bed, her tits swaying as her orgasm crashed over her. “Swallow it all, you fucking cum slut,” she ordered, her voice trembling with pleasure and dominance.
Max groaned around her clit, his tongue still lapping at her sensitive flesh as she rode out her orgasm.
He could feel her juices coating his face, her pussy clenching and releasing around his tongue. He loved the taste of her, the feel of her body trembling with pleasure because of him.
Hannah fell back onto the bed, her tits rising and falling with each ragged breath, her legs still spread wide, her husband between them.
“You can cum on my feet,” Hannah sighed, not even sitting up to look at him.
She closed her legs, her high heeled clad feet together and presented to her husband.
“You don’t deserve my pussy anymore, not after a real man and you’re not getting cum on my new outfit cumming on my tits. Just be quick and make sure you clean up your mess,” she
said, her voice laced with disdain.
Max looked up at her, his face still glistening with her juices and Michael's cum. He could feel his cock throbbing painfully in his boxers, his balls aching with the need to release.
He hurriedly undid his flies, pulling his throbbing cock free from his wet, precum soaked boxer shorts.
Hannah yawned as he began to stroke himself, knowing it would only be a matter of seconds before he exploded.
He could feel it in his balls, had been fighting the urge to cum for the last hour and within 5 strokes he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold it much longer.
He aimed the tip at Hannah’s feet and with one final hard stroke exposed, his cum shooting in ropes across her fluffy Perspex heels and feet.
“Pathetic,” Hannah spat, “pathetic little cuckold cumming on my feet after a real man’s fucked his wife’s pussy like he can’t.”
Max groaned as he unloaded on her feet, a feeling of shame, satisfaction and humiliation competing in his chest.
He fell back on his heels breathing heavily, finally allowing himself to look up at Hannah.
She sat up on the bed and looked down at him with distain. “Now clean it up,” she ordered, smiling as she watched him submissively bow his head towards her feet.
He knew that if he was ever going to be allowed to watch her being fucked again he had to do as he was told and proceeded to lick and suck up the salty mess he had made on her feet.
“Pathetic,” Hannah hissed again, “now go and get me a water and my mouth guard, I’m going to sleep.”