There’s nothing better than to walk up the steps to my bedroom door to find my husband being fucked by a beautiful woman. Standing there, watching them lost in pleasure and listening to their moans, before I even realize what I’m doing, I find my hand down my pants, rubbing my clit. I’m so wet at the sight of my husband making love to another woman. Their pleasure building, moans getting louder, thrusting is deeper, then she says, “cum in me, cum in my pussy…mmmmmmm…” It’s enough to push me over the edge as my husband unloads his seed deep inside her.
“And then I spread her legs apart slowly just in time to see her juices dripping from her pussy down to her ass. Her pussy was so pink, so young, so juicy, so much better than yours, honey.”
“Mmmmmm…..tell me more…did you taste her?”
“I kneeled down between her legs and so lightly licked from her ass to her beautiful young pussy. It was the sweetest juice I’ve ever tasted, baby. I made her cum all over my face. Her swollen little clit was pulsing. She begged me to never stop licking her. My cock was so hard. She was arching her back desperate to have my fat cock in her tight wet hole. She moaned uncontrollably as I thrust into her over and over.”
“Oh God, babe, did you make her cum?”
“She had orgasm after orgasm. I’ve never seen a woman cum as much as she did. Then she asked me if I could feed her my cum. She begged me for it. I wanted to shoot my load deep in her pussy, but I didn’t want to disappoint her so she swallowed my cock down her throat and took every drop. It is the best sex I’ve ever had. She’s coming over tonight. She said she wants to fuck me in the bed I share with my wife. You don’t mind, do you, honey?”
“Oh my God, I’m going to cum, can I please cum, baby?”
“No, not today, honey. In fact, as long as I’m seeing her, your orgasms will go to her. Now be a good girl and go make some dinner. I’ll think about letting you touch your pussy while I’m fucking her tonight.”
Dark Desires
Foreword: This is a true story and is one of my longest and darkest fantasies. I had an extremely difficult time finding gifs to go with my story, I guess because of the subject matter. I must be even more dark and twisted than even I realized.
I’ve been on orgasm denial for the past 2 weeks, by order of my husband. We were getting ready to have sex the other night. He decided to put Om on YouTube. I don’t know if you’ve ever listened to their music, but I find it dark and erotic. It brought to mind one of my darkest fantasies, so as I was getting ready to suck on my husband’s cock, I decided to seductively talk about my fantasy.
I slowly licked from the base to the tip then told him how the music made me wish I was laying on a table, dressed only in a robe, in the center of a huge room, light only with candles, as men wearing black robes and strange masks slowly entered the room and surrounded the table.
Then I licked his cock several more times, taking it deep in my throat until I gag to myself creating a lot of slimy spit so that I could continue to stroke his dick as I talked to him.
There are no voices in the room, only the sound of the music. The men start to move in closer to me. I feel their hands starting to touch me. there are many hands all over my body, slowly opening my robe, exposing my naked body. My nipples are being lightly tugged and pulled on as I feel my legs being spread apart. there is a masked man on either side of me holding my legs apart as more and more hands touch my body. I let out a whimper as I feel a set of fingers now circling my clit and another set of hands entering my pussy.
My husband’s cock is growing harder the more I describe my fantasy. Once again I take his cock into my mouth and slowly swallow it down my throat. he moans loudly and starts fucking my mouth.
My pussy is so wet at this point. Talking about my fantasy, having my mouth filled with his cock, and having been denied an orgasm for the past 2 weeks has me on the edge of exploding. He pulls his dick from my mouth so I can continue telling him my fantasy.
As I lay on the table, I look around the room and I see you on a balcony that goes all the way around the room. You are just watching everything, watching my body being fondled by these faceless and nameless men, as though you are in some sort of trance. I see a woman, also wearing a mask, walk up to you. she lowers herself to her knees right in front of you, unzip your pants, and takes you into her mouth. you start thrusting your hips forcing yourself into her but never taking your eyes off of me the entire time.
Suddenly, in a ritualistic movement, the men back away from me, making way for one man, maybe the leader, to come forward. He’s wearing a hooded animal mask. He spreads my legs and runs his fingers along my pussy, almost as if he is just making sure I am sufficiently prepared for him. Still, no words are spoken as he pushes himself into me, making me gasp loudly.
He fucks me slowly and methodically and with great strength. His cock is thick and long and I feel as though I’m being torn apart. I can’t stop it from happening, and I don’t want to. I am moaning uncontrollably. I am lost in ecstacy, unable to think of anything except being claimed by this mighty beast. He is fucking me forcably, faster and faster until he starts growling. I feel his cock expanding inside my pussy as he sprays ribbon after ribbon of hot cum deep inside me, causing me to explode with my own orgasm. My husband had to pull my hand away from his dick because he was getting too excited from listening to my story. He told me that he was going to fuck me now, but that I was, under no circumstances, allowed to have an orgasm tonight. He said that he liked this dark side of me and felt like continued denial would help that part of me grow. as he thrust his cock into my pussy, I continued with my story.
The man wearing the hooded mask, finished with me, back away, and other men step forward. One by one, they all use my body for their pleasure. I look up to the balcony just in time to see you spray your cum all over the woman who had been sucking your cock. You still do not look at her. You stay focused on what is happening to me.
I lost count of how many men fucked me, each one as powerful as the one before, depositing load after load of seed into my body. I am helpless to stop them. As I look around the room, I see that there is a crowd of people, all just watching, like I am on exhibition. I am moved to my knees now and forced to suck cock after cock. Each one just as big as the one before. Each man would push his dick down my throat until my lips were touching his balls. I felt used, filthy, violated, and could only hope that it would happen again.
My husband was fucking my ass at this point. He put a pillow over my head, muffling my moans and reminding me not to cum. He fucked my ass hard and without remorse until he erupted inside me. I don’t know when he will let me cum again. I really need an orgasm, but at the same time, I don’t want one. I want him to tell me no, to keep me always wanting more.
Earliest Fantasies
As a child, when I would masturbate, I remember fantasizing as I rubbed my clit, that I was tied to a bed, in a cabin, in the woods. Isolated. Alone. Men would come and go and use me as they wanted for their pleasure. Sometimes there would be more than one man at a time. One would have his cock in my mouth while the other would fuck my ass. If I screamed too loudly, I would get beat, slapped, spanked, and spit on. These thoughts would bring me to an orgasm very quickly…but even then, at that young age, I would stay on that edge for hours before allowing myself to climax.
In this cabin was one man who stayed at all times. He was, for lack of a better word, my caretaker. He would run my bath water, wash my body and my hair, tend to my bruises, feed me, and show me how to be pleasing to men. He would use his cock to show me what men liked. He used force as he abused my holes because this is what the other men expected from me. But every once in a while, he would be gentle and allow me to experience pleasure. He said it was good for me to see what I was missing so that I would crave it. He said that men preferred their objects to be desperate and needy. Sometimes during a lesson, I would accidentally have an orgasm. These are the times I would be severely punished. He said he did not enjoy hurting me but stern discipline is the only way I would learn the skills necessary to keep me protected. Essentially, it was his job to keep me safe. As long as I did exactly what he said, I would be ok.
During my fantasies, I imagined being harshly punished in order to mold me into the perfect object to be used by men. I believed then, as I do now, that being pleasing for men is something a woman should strive for. If it pleases a man to inflict pain, the woman should gratefully endure the pain, and thank him afterwards for caring enough about her to take the time to teach her.
Sometimes he would use rope, other times he would use handcuffs to restrict me. My legs were always spread for easy access. Sometimes I would be blindfolded and he would use various objects to play with my clit and shove in my pussy. He would instruct me to lay motionless and in complete silence as he brought me to the edge of a forbidden orgasm. My time alone with my imaginary man was special. He taught me the true pleasure of submission. Using only his hands, he would fondle my breasts while teasing my pussy. That alone would bring me to an orgasm. He would tell me to beg him to allow me to cum, only to be told no. He would edge my pussy until my wetness dripped from his hand.
I became his obedient slave. My focus was his pleasure and what seemed to bring him the most pleasure was watching me be used by multiple men at the same time.
My pussy would throb knowing how turned on he got watching other men use me. I would rub my clit so fast thinking about being used. The men in my fantasies did not care if I had an orgasm. They didn’t come to that cabin to treat me like a lady. They came there to live out their deepest, darkest desires, to be able to act like real men and take their pleasure from this object.
As a young girl, masturbating to these thoughts would eventually lead me to orgasm because I didn’t have the discipline then that I do now. My question is, why on Earth, as a child just discovering masturbation, would my fantasies be so dark? And believe me, they have only increased over time.
You Love It
You obsess about the idea of your man having sex with another woman. It’s all you think about. It distracts and consumes you. It makes your pussy wet. You’ve played out hundreds of scenarios in your mind. Walking in and seeing your husband’s cock in another woman’s mouth. The look on his face. You are the furthest thing from his mind.
But that doesn’t matter to you. The only thing that matters is his pleasure, and she is providing that for him now. He is completely into her. Each moan that crooses his lips makes your pussy ache. You watch him as he is about to taste her sweet juices. It’s his turn to fill her body with pleasure, and there’s nothing you want more. She arches her back when she feels his tongue flicker on her clit. It takes her breath away…and yours too.
You reach down and rub your pussy as he brings her to her first climax. He lifts his head from between her legs and his face is covered in her wetness. His dick is so hard and precum hangs from the tip.
You love this. Everything about it. You can almost taste his cum, but it’s not for you tonight. Tonight he is going to spread her legs and rub his cock up and down her pussy, teasing her clit before finally sliding it inside her tight pussy.
They both moan loudly. They look so good together. They move in unison. It’s almost like this isn’t their first time. Maybe it’s not. Maybe it’s just the first time you’re seeing them. There’s so much passion.
Their bodies are so close. They have truly believe one person. The range of emotions you experience is endless. Rage, anger, jealousy, lust, desire, envy, excitement, love, arousal. You want to be the one he’s fucking, but you know he’s far more aroused by her. She even allows him to fuck her ass. Not only allows it, but begs him.
She rises her ass and takes his entire cock. He’s always wanted anal sex. She’s giving him everything he wants. You rub your pussy faster, but you only edge. You husband doesn’t like you to have orgasms. That takes away from his pleasure. You keep watching, loving them both. Loving what’s happening. His pleasure, her pleasure. Your denial. Their pace picks up. He’s going to cum. You rub your pussy and pinch your nipples, finding it difficult to hold back your own orgasm. You watch as they both cum.
He unloads his seed deep inside her pussy. He stays inside her for minutes, kissing her tenderly. They are quietly talking. What are they saying? Smiles. Laughing. More kissing. Then he lays behind her, carressing her body. Loving her. Looks like you’ll be sleeping on the couch.
For Their Viewing Pleasure
This is what you always wanted. Your husband fucks other women. His only condition for agreeing to do this for you is that you had to completely give up having orgasms. He wanted to keep you desperate and denied so that you would be more willing to please him, and what pleased him now was fucking other women. Younger women, women with beautiful bodies, women who kept in shape and took pride in their bodies. Sometimes, he let you watch. Sometimes, as foreplay with his girlfriend, he makes you lay on the bed and use the wand on your denied pussy. His girlfriend got great satisfaction knowing how humiliated you were when he made you do this. She loved that he would rub her clit as you were rubbing yours. What she liked more than anything was that just as you were about to cum, he would unplug the wand and then continue rubbing her clit to a mind shattering orgasm as you lay there, an achy dripping mess.
Then you would have to get out of bed so that your husband could make love to his girlfriend while you watched, forbidden to touch your soaking pussy.
You listen as she has orgasm after orgasm. Moaning your husband’s name, begging him to cum in her pussy until he can no longer hold back. You can see their undeniable bond as he shoots his load into her. He tells you to sleep on the couch tonight because he wants to hold his girlfriend in his arms tonight.
Why Wouldn’t He Choose Her?
She’s younger than me and in better shape. She’s beautiful and sexy and she wants my husband. He’s tied me to a chair because I can’t be trusted not to touch my denied pussy. I’ve wanted this for so long. I need him to experience pleasure with another woman while I watch.
This woman is perfect. She looks at me with a genuine fondness and whispers in my ear that she is going to give my husband more pleasure than he’s ever known. I felt my pussy leak onto the chair. My husband was standing in front of the bed. She kneeled before him and waited for his permission to suck his cock.
There was a hunger in her eyes. She was filled with desire for him. He grew harder the longer the waited. Finally she leaned forward and licked his cock, never losing eye contact with him.
Even her tongue was sexy and I heard a slight moan pass over his lips as she devoured his cock. He grabbed the back of her head and fucked her mouth until her pussy was dripping. She pushed him on the bed and crawled up his body until her pussy was rubbing his tongue. She rocked her hips back and forth like she was making love to his mouth. My pussy got so desperate as I watched him give her the orgasm I was denied.
My husband looked at me, his have covered with her pussy juice. I was hoping he would kiss me so that I too could taste her sweetness, but he denied me even that. She layed on the bed and he slowly spread her legs, revealing her wet pussy to me. He rubbed up and down her pussy with the head of his cock before thrusting inside her.
They both let out a moan. He moved in a steady rhythm and I could tell she was lost in ecstacy. Her moaning became louder and she looked at me as she had another orgasm. I wanted to touch myself so badly. I wiggled around in the chair but it provided no relief.
She looked so sexy fucking my husband and he seemed to be enjoying her more than he’s enjoyed me in many years. She sat on my husband’s cock and rode him like a porn star. I don’t know how she even made her body move like that and I doubted my husband would be able to hold out much longer. He was making sounds I’ve never heard him make.
He grabbed her throat and chocked her. As she gasped for breath, she had another orgasm. I could see her juices running down my husband’s balls. He pushed her off of him and shot his load in her mouth and on her face. She even looks better with his cum all over her than I do. Of course he’s going choose fucking her over fucking me. She does it so much better.
Watching her waiting for the last drop of his cum to drop into her mouth was so arousing to me. She acted as though she needed it to sustain life. Im not jealous if her. I want to be her.
Imagine
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Imagine him intimately caressing another woman, sending chills up her spine as his fingers barely touch her skin.
Imagine him softly and deeply kissing another woman as she willingly accepts the taste of him on her lips.
Imagine him, for the first time since you’ve been with him, rubbing another woman’s pussy. You haven’t had an orgasm in months, but he’s about to give her the first of many tonight.
Imagine his fingers, fingers that have only touched you for years, sliding in and out of her pussy and ass, simultaneously, pleasure slowly building and giving her another orgasm. Her juices going all over his hand.
Imagine. His tongue exploring her clit. Small gentle circles around her magic button. Taking his time. Savoring the sweet taste of her in his mouth. She cums again.
Imagine your husband, having lost every thought of you, lies there in ecstasy as she delicately licks his balls, teasing him, the anticipation of having his cock in another woman’s mouth.
Close your eyes and imagine this moment. The head of his rock hard cock pressed firmly against the opening of her wet and waiting pussy. Ready to feel his cock inside another woman for the first time in years. Thrusting slowly. Claiming her.
Imagine him slowly grinding into her, escalating her pleasure. She’s about to have another orgasm. This time, her pussy will clench onto your husband’s cock. He wants to cum, but he’s not finished yet.
Imagine him fucking her like you don’t even exist. Like a beast claiming his prey. Growling loudly as he sprays his seed deep inside her body. She whimpers like the true beauty she is. A real woman. Taking your husband’s cum as she too has one final and mind-blowing orgasm.
Imagine all of these things and then do what a desperately denied cuckquean does. Rub your pussy right to the edge. How long can you ride it without going over? Remember Quean, orgasms are for your husband’s cuckcakes!
Fantasy
I’ve received a request through a private message to write about my deepest darkest fantasy and to include as many details as possible. Well, thats what my blog is. Mostly true stories mixed with a bit of fiction. Another thing about my desires is that they change depending on my mood on any given day. Today begins what is to be my longest denial period to date. My husband said that my next orgasm won’t be until May 26th. There are 3 stipulations. 1. I can cum sooner if I find a guy to fuck me while John watches. 2. I can cum sooner if I find a girl for John to fuck. 3. He can prolong this denial period at any given time for no reason at all. Yes. He’s evil and I love it.
Today, my fantasy is this…
It’s May 26th, my cum day. 90 days without an orgasm. I’m excited, desperate, needy, and pussy juice is hanging from my achy hole. To celebrate making it 90 days without an orgasm, I get us a hotel room at a 5 star hotel. I get there before John and light candles, get the music going, make myself drop dead gorgeous and then wait for him to arrive. Finally, I hear a knock at the door. I rush to open it. To my surprise, John is standing there with another woman. He’s kissing her. My heart breaks yet beats with excitement. I’m disappointed but overcome by lust. I can feel pussy juice run down my inner thigh. John watches my expressions, knowing how turned on I am. They walk past me and I close the door.
He was finally going to make my cuckquean fantasy become reality and what better way to do it than on the day I was supposed to have an orgasm! I’m nervous. How is this going to play out? Will I get to join in? I’ve never been with another woman. Is he going to make me prepare her for him? A million questions and thoughts racing through my head. John then grabbed the chair from the desk and placed it facing the bed and tells me to sit. The beautiful young woman wastes no time. She’s on her knees unzipping John’s pants and now I’m watching as another woman takes my husband’s cock in her mouth. He’s rock hard already and his head falls back as she takes his cock down the back of her throat.
As I sit there watching my husband being pleasured by another woman, I have an uncontrollable urge to rub my pussy but as soon as I touch myself, John orders me to stop and tells me I am only allowed to watch. And so, for the next 2 hours, I watch as they pleasure each other in every way imaginable until finally, he spills his load deep inside her pussy. They lay there catching their breath for several minutes, completely satisfied as I sit there, panting, more desperate than I’ve ever been in my life. She eventually stands up to go wash off. I see his cum fall from her and run down her leg. John tells her to stop and orders me to clean his cum from her leg with my tongue. I happily comply. As my tongue nears her pussy, she pushes my head into her and tells me to keep licking. Her hips began to thrust onto my face as she reaches another orgasm. She then got dressed and left. John tells me to come to the bed and suck his dick clean. He slowly grows hard in my mouth. I beg him to fuck me. It is, after all, my day to have an orgasm. He fucks me for an hour, but doesn’t allow me to cum. He says now that he has a cuckcake, all of my orgasms belong to her. He tells me I will be in denial indefinitely. He empties his balls into my pussy. He is now entirely spent and satisfied. I am entirely aroused, desperate, and soaking wet, yet also strangely satisfied. We fell asleep in each other’s arms.
Giving Her My Orgasms
PART 2
Before leaving for work, John was extra affectionate with me, hugging me several times, kissing me, and telling me he loved me several times. Walking out the door he reminded to to be sure to follow my daily list of tasks. I went on with my morning routine of cleaning the house and doing laundry. I also threw dinner in the crockpot and made sure there were clean sheets on our bed. I was so nervous about Aubrey coming over and was experiencing a tremendous amount of jealously too. So many emotions. Why did the thought of John having sex with a young beautiful woman arouse me so much? Even now, thinking about it, made my pussy ache with desire. Ok, chores are finished. Now to find the perfect outfit. Just then I received a text from John saying that today was no different than any other day and he would expect me naked and in position when he got home from work. It also said that I should spend the rest of the day edging so that I would be ready for his inspection. I can’t believe he is expecting me to be naked in front of this young lady but I know not to question his orders. I was a good girl and did what I was told. Today’s edging session was…just wow! Thinking about John’s cock fucking a fresh young pussy almost sent me over the edge several times.
I heard John’s car pull up so I got in position. I was so humiliated. At least my face was hidden, for now. The door opened. I heard John say, “awww, there’s my good girl! Aubrey, this is my wife, Heather.” Then I heard a sweet young voice say, “you’re right, she does have a nice ass!” For some reason, after hearing her sweet voice, I felt more at ease. I heard footsteps walking towards me and then I felt fingers inspecting my pussy, only it wasn’t John’s fingers, it was Aubrey’s. She took her time and slid her fingers in and out of my wetness several times before removing them all together. She asked me to sit up. I looked at John for approval. He nodded his head and said that I will now take orders from Aubrey too. I sat up and Aubrey told me to suck my juice from her fingers.
I finally got to see her face. She was beautiful. Young, perky, soft, and sweet. She said, “hi, I’m Aubrey. It’s really nice to meet you. Thank you for sharing your husband with me. John says you’re going to give me your orgasms! I want you to know what a nice gift that is and I appreciate the gesture. She leaned in and kissed me. I could definitely see why John found her so appealing.
Aubrey then asked if we could eat dinner. She said she would help me serve but John interrupted and said that I would serve them. They went to the table and sat while I served. John told me to eat in the kitchen so that he and Aubrey could enjoy a quiet dinner alone. I obeyed. Sitting in the kitchen alone, naked, eating my dinner while my husband enjoyed a quiet, romantic, candlelit dinner with his girlfriend in the next room is nothing I ever would have expected. Yet here I was. After dinner we went to the bedroom. John wasted no time. He had placed a chair in front of the bed and told me to sit and watch. I obeyed. They started by kissing and slowly undressing one another. John then sat on the bed as Aubrey knelt down on the floor between his legs and took his already swollen cock into her mouth as he let out a gasp. She took the full length of him in and out of her mouth repeatedly but stopped as he was approaching the edge. She looked over at me and thanked me for allowing her to suck my husband’s cock and told me how much she enjoys it. She asked if I would prepare her pussy for my husband’s cock. I knew what she meant but I had never done that before. However, John said I was to take orders from her too now, so I obeyed.
I really didn’t know what I was doing so I just did what I thought would feel good if it were being done for me. I think it worked because Aubrey quickly climaxed with a powerful orgasm, her juices flowing into my mouth. She tasted so sweet. Almost like honey. She thanked me and then asked me to sit back in the chair so that my husband could fuck her. As I moved back into my chair, I could feel my own pussy juice sliding down the insides of my legs. I was so turned on. My pussy was aching for my husband’s touch, but that was no longer mine to enjoy. That now belonged to this sweet girl who I was having a harder and harder time not to like. She was so young and sexy, and tasted so sweet. I really liked her and I found myself sitting there, watching them as they made love, wanting to please her as much as I wanted to please my own husband. Aubrey moaned and whimpered as my husband skillfully fucked her into oblivion.
I could not resist the urge I had to rub Aubrey’s clit as my husband continued fucking her. I was giving her my orgasm so I wanted it to be incredible. She let out a cry of ecstasy as soon as she felt my finger between her legs. When John saw what I was doing, he too became overly excited. They both climaxed together. It was a beautiful moment. When Aubrey regained her composure, she asked me if I would like to suck my husband’s seed from her sopping wet pussy. I eagerly placed myself between her legs licking out every last drop. Then she told me I could lick her cum juice from my husband’s cock as well. I thanked her. I sucked my husband’s cock until it was completely soft in my mouth. Aubrey told me she was staying the night so I would be staying in the guest room. She told me she was going to lay with me until I fell asleep. As we lay there together, she gently caressed my body and slowly slid her hand between my legs. She used her fingers to bring me to a hard edge, commenting about how wet I was. She said she had considered allowing me to orgasm but that my frustration was arousing her. She licked my juice from her fingers, gave me a kiss, and went to my bedroom to fuck my husband again. She left the doors open so I could hear every sound.
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