Emma Watson took a steam shower, carefully loofahing her freshly waxed pussy. She normally just kept it natural but trimmed. But today was a special day, her vary own cuckold session, with Mr. Diesel himself. Her fiancé had spent hours watching his videos, and it greatly improved their sex life. The full-size Shane Diesel dildo she used every night was a big part of that. She stepped out of the shower, still wet, rubbed vanilla scented moisturizers on her 32B breasts. Mr. Diesel had given her very specific instructions. She wanted to be perfect for him.
"He's coming up now, honey." Her fiancé called her. She smiled to herself drying off.
Her fiancé stood at the front door. His heart racing with excitement, but his cock soft with nerves. He was wearing the outfit he was instructed to, Emma's used workout clothes, tight black yoga pants, a sports bra, and her silky pink panties, still smelling of her sweat. He wasn't interested in cross dressing, but Emma and Shane liked the idea. He did understand why some cucks liked it, it was humiliating. To have to meet the man you were paying to impregnate fiancé in her sweaty work out clothes.
Shane knocked at the front door of their penthouse hotel suite, he took a deep breath and opened the door.
Emma dressed hurriedly. She could hear Shane laughing in the doorway. She put on her outfit smiling. She kept her ear close to the door, waiting for the right time to join in.
Shane laughed at the fiancés outfit.
"How you doin cuck?"
The fiancé struggled to make eye contact.
"Good sir." He said meekly. Shane had become something of a celebrity crush for the couple.
Shane laughed again.
"That's right. You better call me sir, now, where's my bitch at cuck boy?" He said.
"She's just getting dressed sir; can I get you a beer while you wait?"
"You Invited me into a penthouse, I expect better than beer." Shane said, before giving him a light slap on the cheek.
The fiancé obeyed, his cheek tingled, and his heart raced with shame.
When he returned, holding two glasses of champagne, Dom Perignon, the most expensive they had,, two glasses, Emma, the love of his life, stood back straight, chest out, arms behind her back looking up at Shane for approval, like a schoolgirl with a crush on her teacher.
She was the image of perfection. Natural makeup, a tiny green skirt that ended just under her ass, a white blouse tied just under her cleavage, revealing her midriff, a white pushup bra, An open black sweater, with a Gryffindor logo, and Three inch heels, that made her just a few inches shorter than Shane.
"Let me check you out baby." he said, taking her hand, and spinning her around slowly. His other hand felt her bare hip, squeezed her ass, stroked her breast, and finally gently gripped her pale throat.
The whole time she giggled with nervous excitment.
"You look perfect baby, you followed all of daddy's instructions."
Emma beamed from his approval.
"Thank you, sir.' She said.
"Sir, since when do you call me sir? That's not what you call me on text."
Emma pursed her lips shyly.
"Yes Daddy." She said looking up at him.
"I love the way you say it baby."
He leaned in his hand still gripping her throat. Their lips pressed together his thick dark lips sandwiching her thin pink ones, their kiss separated with a gentle sucking sound. They stared into each other's eyes passionately.
After a moment Emma noticed her fiancé waiting silently in the doorway.
She smiled awkwardly.
"High honey, me and Mr. Diesel were just getting acquainted." She said with her English accent.
Shane wrapped his muscular arm around Emma's thin naked waist pulling her close.
"What? It's Mr. Diesel now, cause cuck boys around?"
Emma looked away shyly.
"Oh, he doesn't know about my nick name, does he." Shane said, his thumb stroking her hip bone.
"When we text, I call him daddy, my black daddy." Emma said biting her lip.
The fiancé smiled, his balls aching, he brought them their champagne.
"Thank you." Emma said shyly.
Shane nodded toward the plush white couch and guided Emma to it. Sitting down with her.
The fiancé didn't know what to do, so he just stood straight, with his hands behind his back waiting for instructions.
Shane sat down spreading his legs wide before patting his thigh. Emma sat on it, her perfect cleavage at his eye level. She tucked her hair behind her ears.
"I can't believe you're really here. We've been watching your videos for so long," Emma said.
"You like the way I fuck baby?" he said, staring into her eyes confidently.
She nodded her head shily.
Shane sipped his champagne, the outline of his thick cock, still soft could be seen in through his jeans. He wore a white wifebeater, with a leather jacket on top.
"What are we going to do about this cuck?" Shane said, nodding at him.
The fiancé stood there, his boner growing in his wife's tight yoga pants.
"He really does look quite ridiculous, doesn't he?"
"Such a bitch, get on your knees bitch." Shane said, rubbing Emma's breast through her top. The cuck obeyed.
"That's better." Shane said.
Emma giggled staring at her fiancé. Normally a successful, although sexually inadequate, clean-cut businessman. He worked for his dad of course, but he was worth tens of millions, even more than Emma. He liked to relax after a long day of work by rubbing her feet, then eating her pussy while he masturbated.
"Now before me and Emma get down to business, my and you have some business to take care of cuck." Shane said, his hand now stroking, and massaging her thigh.
The fiancé went to get up, but Shane stopped him.
"Crawl for it." Shane said, and the fiancé obeyed.
"You're so bad." she whispered as they kissed.
He tugged at the knot in her blouse opening it up revealing her perky pale tits. He unclipped her bra expertly with one hand, letting the bra fall in her lap. Shane stroked up her waist and gave her tit a gentle squeeze.
"Do you like them?" She asked. "I know there not porno big, but I hope you like them."
She squeezed her tits.
"You got great tits baby; I love an all-natural girl next door." Emma beamed kissing him deeply, their tongues intertwining. He tweaked her nipples, making her moan into his mouth.
After a moment, the fiancé crawled back a small stack of hundred-dollar bills and a document in between his teeth as he crawled.
The couple laughed at him.
Shane leaned over and ruffled his hair.
"Good boy, love it when a good little white boy brings me money." Shane said.
He quickly counted out the ten-hundred-dollar bills and put the money in his jeans pocket. Then he took the contract from the cucks teeth, Shane's lawyer had written up for him, just looking at made his dick hard, It made sure his fantasy would be fulfilled. It was signed by him, Emma, and the fiancé, witnessed and notarized. The contract guaranteed he would have no financial responsibility for the child he was about to conceive. In fact, he would be compensated an additional $50,000 upon successful insemination, plus $1000 per insemination attempt.
"Don't worry your getting your moneys worth, I have been saving up my load for three days, just for you." Shane said.
Emma blushed.
"Did you really? Save it up for us?" Emma asked.
"Of course, baby, only the best for my baby mama."
Emma smiled, like she had been given a thoughtful gift.
"I did what you said, no sex for a week, no kissing for 24 hours." She said between kisses.
The lovers kissed passionately. Shane stroked her panty covered pussy, as he sucked her small nipples, making her moan softly.
His thumb pressed against her clit, her legs opening wider, as her moans became heavier, He pushed her panties to the side, revealing her pink, hairless pussy. A thin layer of natural lube coating her lips. Shane slowly inserted his thick finger inside of her, rubbing her clit, slowly getting deeper and deeper inside of her. She moaned, as her lube leaked down onto his jeans.
Emma looked like she was holding back tears as he fingered her, she was panting, her nipples were hard, she couldn't remember the last time she felt this way. Shane let a glob of spit fall into her moaning mouth, and she willingly accepted swallowing it, and smiling up at him, as he fingered her, her legs quivered, and after a couple minutes, she came in a spasming, bucking, moaning fit. When she was finished, she rested her head on his shoulder breathing heavily.
"Thank you, daddy." She said as she tried to catch her breath.
"Your welcome baby."
"I really needed that." She said smiling.
He lifted his fingers, covered in her juices, pushing it into her mouth. She tasted herself, as she sucked on his fingers.
Shane stood up and gestured for the cuck to stand. They were about the same height, but Shane had a much thicker body, He helped Emma off the couch, taking of her skirt for her, her wet panties on the floor.
She cuddled up to Shane, waxed hairless, her hair in pigtails, she was prettier than any pornstar, she was both men's fantasies.
"You too cuck get naked." Shane said.
The lovers watched in amusement as he did, revealing his pudgy, pale body. They giggled when the fiancé revealed his pink, circumcised worm. He was rock hard at five inches.
Shane lifted off his shirt and unbuckled his pants, and dropped them revealing his cock, eight inches, and only half hard. Thick like a coke can, and veiny.
Emma's eyes sparkled as she looked at his monster cock. She covered her mouth, trying to suppress her surprise.
"That's the biggest willy I've ever seen." She said.
Shane stroked it, making it grow.
"Honey, can you believe how big he is, its like double a normal dick at least."
"And triple his little dick." Shane added.
They both laughed, she gave him a playful "stop it" but didn't disagree.
"Get close cuck, lets do a comparison." Shane said, squeezing Emma's.
Emma clapped her hands. "Ohhh, you love those honey, you always get so hard when he does the comparison."
The fiancé obeyed, walking over,
Emma stared at her lovers meat, she reached out to the cock, and hesitated a moment.
"May I touch your willy, Daddy?" She asked.
He nodded.
Her tiny hand gently gripped it, making him rock hard. It looked so much bigger in her hands, which couldn't even get around it.
