Conner And The Cuck Pt 02

Laying on my bed, I twist the fallen hair from my space buns lazily as I scroll through photos on social media.

I wonder what it would be like for all men to be cucks.

Scrolling through all the pictures of vacation and happy couples from highschool, I imagine all the men in tiny little chastity cages, all slightly embarrassed that their cage may be visible in the photo. The thought brought the widest grin to my face, falling just shy of my eyes.

Tossing my phone to the side I peer out my open, second story, french doors at the pigeons falling asleep on the railing while sunbathing, and decide to join them.

Slipping my sundress off, I walk naked onto my balcony and ring the bell I carry to signal my cuck to attend to me.

Hearing your lazy feet loudly clamber up the steps, I sigh, in need of some amusement.

Kneeling before me like the beta boy you are, I snap my fingers and point to the shelves that house my body oils.

Presenting me with three options, I select one and stick my foot out- showing the stupid caged simp where to start.

As you massage the oil in, a slow

MMmm

sound hums from my chest, causing your small minded cuck self to slow in your oiling efforts, making me kick my foot at you to remind you of your task.

"Don't make me open my eyes, cuck."

You eagerly resume oiling my legs, and I slip my sunglasses-covered eyes open to appreciate your love of servitude. How it brings you such a sense of purpose to tend to me everyday. How much better the world would be if all men could find love in serving women.

Seeing sweat bead your brow, I bend down and unbutton your damp shirt, revealing your muscular chest glistening in the sun.

"

Is that better my, pet?"

I ask, dragging a finger from the last button I unclasped, to the light trail of hair leading to things unseen.

"

Yes, Miss. Thank you for inquiring as to my comfort. I feel much better now."

You continue to oil around my curious fingers playing with your waist band. I unbutton your pants and fully grasp the metal cage within.

"

It has been so long since we made use of My cock, hasn't it?"

I say, causing your working hands to still on my thighs.

Taking the key from around my neck, I lean to unlock your cage and free my cock for use.

"How does that feel?"

Petting the length of my cock with two curved fingers, then pulling back the folds of your pants to let spit stream from my mouth onto the tip.

"Th-at feels very good, My Queen. Thank you for your attention. It has been months since you last played with your cock."

Pulling away, I spread my thighs apart, showing you my lips, partially hidden by my dark colored bush.

"

Lean forward."

Is all I say as I take the back of your neck lightly in my hand, and guide you to my pussy.

Smashing your face into my clit, I work my hips back and forth, making use of the mouth that serves me in all ways.

Letting off pressure and ceasing movement, your neck bobs away from my oiled bush making you sit back onto your feet as you kneel.

Grabbing a cigarette in one hand, you reflexively provide a light for me, reminding me why I am going to spoil you today.

Exhaling my first pull, I say, "

Pull your pants down past your knees and then put your hands on the ground behind you to steady yourself."

Without question you slide from the confines of your pants and place your hands on the warm cement behind you.

Ashing on my favorite ashtray, I lift myself from my lounge chair and stand directly in front of you. Grasping onto your shoulders, I spread my voluptuous legs, and mount my raging cock.

"Mistress, Thank you .. Ugh.. for blessing me with your perfect body on mine."

Fully squatting on top of you, you can feel my ass resting against your legs, as I start to milk my cock. I rise slightly to slam back onto you.

Causing an

Umph

of air to push out of your mouth.

"Tell everyone it is my cock, cuck."

Lifting up more, almost letting my cock escape the clutches of my tight pussy, I allow my weight to pull me down hard onto you fully.

The perfect curve of your cock, hugging my insides like we were meant to be.

"

It is your cock, Ma'am. It will always be your cock."

You say still in utter shock of how I have chosen to use you today.

"

That's it. You're my cuck. My locked up cuck, ready to do whatever I ask. Ready to eat your own cum out of me when you bust from me slamming my throbbing pussy onto you."

Steadily rising and falling quicker, I slow to wrap my arms around your neck and rub my clit where your shaft meets your shaved pelvis.

Positioning my mouth against your ear, "

You wish it was Conner's cum you were going to be eating out of me don't you? You wish Conner was balls deep in me, breeding me, while you watched from your knees again like the pathetic little cuck you are?"

You whimper as I rock myself, feeling your cock harden inside of me at the idea.

"Say it,"

I growl, grabbing your throat with one hand to show it was not a request but a command.

"

I wish it was Conner's cum I would be eating out of you. I am not worthy of cuming inside of you, My Goddess".

Laughing, I say,

"God you get more pathetic by the day. I love it."

Lifting myself until you almost escape me, I slam down over and over moaning loudly, causing onlookers to watch. The watchful eyes cause you to lift a hand and aid me in slamming into you as hard as possible.

Drenched in my wetness, a wet slapping sound fills the air as you moan and cum inside of me.

"Good cuck."

Is all I say as I massage your cum into me with my hips.

"

Now, eat up."

I lift up from you and place one foot on my lounger, spreading my legs for you to feast on your own cum that is dripping from between my legs.

"

If you are good and eat all of your cum, I will text Conner and have him come over tomorrow night.."

Taking my almost fully burnt out cigarette from my ashtray, I take one last deep inhale and wave to those on the streets that give you the audience you love.