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.
