A visit from the Cuckold Queen
Updated: Jan 30, 2019
As the name suggests, this was to be a cuckolding session in which I was to have some fun with Clive as we were both watched....
Every so often a message from a couple on this site flies into my inbox and, being bisexual, my heart sings a little bit when this happens (although it might well be my pussy rather than my heart). Yesterday I received one from Cuck Queen, who are in fact a couple comprised of a dominant lady (Claire) and her submissive partner (Clive). As the name suggests, this was to be a cuckolding session in which I was to have some fun with Clive as we were both watched by Claire. When they told me that they were coming to visit me after watching some cabaret, I just knew that these two were a couple after my own heart (or maybe again, pussy!), as that is one of my many loves. One important piece of information that was relayed to me was that Clive had been held in chastity for several days now, and it was time to be released just for this session!
A quirky booking with a couple always gets me excited, but when they walked through my door it was like all my Christmases had come at once! Claire was an absolutely stunning brunette, perfectly made-up and manicured, in an elegant, black lace dress, black stockings and Leboutins, while Clive was a handsome, tanned, well-dressed gentleman, both in their 30s. An immediate good vibe was set, and Claire seated herself on a chair facing the bed. A delicate mix of sensuality and firm dominance was required for this session I felt, as I clutched Clive’s throat and stared deeply into his eyes. “Clothes off, mister,” I demanded and started tearing them off. Of course, Clive being naked necessitated relieving him of his chastity device, which Claire duly did before returning to her seat for the rest of the show. I informed Clive that he was to refer to me as ‘Goddess’ for the remainder of our session, and ordered him onto the bed. Claire looked on approvingly, as I peeled off my purple skin-tight dress down to my Dita von Teese bra and knickers and my Wolford stockings.
I began to explore Clive’s body up and down, gently stroking him and paying special attention to his throat, nipples and genitals, which I breathed softly on. His cock, obviously in a slightly confused state due to its sudden freedom, began to grow and get hard. But my focus was not his cock at this present time, it was his cute, inviting butthole that was enticing me in. I commanded Clive to get on all fours, arch his back and stick his lovely, firm bum in the air for me. It was at this moment that I decided calling him ‘mister’ was far too much of a complimentary way of addressing him, so I started referring to him as ‘my little sex toy’. Claire interjected, “Oooh, he likes that,” and Clive’s bum went a little bit further into the air. With my strap-on now around my waist, I plunged my dick into his tempting little hole and fucked him the way I like to be fucked myself. I slapped him around and praised him for being such a good slut.
As much as I love to fuck a pleasing hole with my strap-on, I also love to get fucked myself, and having a nice, hard cock at my disposal straight out of chastity was far too much of a temptation. I ordered Clive to do exactly what I’d done to him, to grab my thighs and fuck me hard, doggie-style. I went into position ready for him, but when he tentatively held my thighs he received a thorough scolding from both Claire and myself. “Fuck her like she wants to be fucked!” demanded Claire, aggressively…and Clive began to hammer into my now very wet pussy, fast and hard, moaning all the time more intensely until he finally ejaculated what seemed like a mighty big load.
Back into chastity it was for Clive, and Claire intimated that next time Clive would be the one in the chair as it will be playtime for the two goddesses next time!