Her fingers wrap around his cock, the heat of her palm sending shivers down his spine. The room is thick with the scent of arousal, the air heavy with anticipation. She leans in, her lips brushing his ear, her voice a sultry whisper, ‘I want to hear you say it… Tell me you want me to fuck other men.’ His breath hitches, the words a mix of humiliation and desire. ‘I want you to fuck other men,’ he manages, his voice trembling. She smiles, a wicked curve of her lips, ‘That’s it, louder. I want you to fuck other men!’ The words echo in his mind, a mantra of his submission.
Confessions of a Cuckold: The Power of Her Words
He’s lost in the sensation, the rhythm of her hand, the sound of her voice. ‘Now tell me Wendy needs more cock,’ she commands, her grip tightening. ‘Wendy needs more cock!’ he cries out, his voice raw with need. ‘Good boy,’ she praises, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He’s hers, completely, utterly, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.


Goodboy. Now I'm going to tell you who I'm going to fuck. Your black work out buddy.
I then beg you to fuck your black boss bareback until he gets you pregnant. Then I want you to start fucking my black co-workers.
I’ll play the beta cuck…any takers?