Cucked By Dungeon Master Ch 02

------KRISTEN------

Ben woke up before me. I know this because I was brought out of my deep sleep by a wet warmth on my nipple and a firm hand on my vulva. Every girls dream right? Well, maybe not EVERY. You should always get consent for sleep sex ahead of time, but Ben knew I loved being woken up to some loving touches or even reckless pounding. I'm a multi-faceted woman, what can I say?

I went from 0-100 in a heartbeat. All the sexual desire/frustration returning from last night. I had Mark's fingers inside me and his cock buried in my throat but I never really felt like I got MINE. I know I'm a cock sucking goddess and Mark enjoyed himself, but I deserved a dick inside me. I rocked my hips into Ben's hand, my pussy hungry for attention, that WAS Ben's hand right? A flash of fear intruded my mind and my eyes shot open to see the top of Ben's head rocking back and forth as he sucked my tits, I rubbed his hair with my hand as relief flooded through me.

"What got into you huh?" I asked as he continued to pleasure me.

"I think I fell asleep on you last night." He pulled off my nipple with a POP, "I'd hate for you to feel neglected."

"Mmmmfff Get inside me!" I said, feeling my pussy throb along with my quickening heartbeat.

"Yes ma'am, right away" He laughed and mounted me, pinning my legs up over his shoulders.

"Wait! Take me from behind, please" I begged. Twice yesterday I had to give up getting bent over a piece of furniture and getting my brains fucked out, I wanted to make up for it.

He pulled off of me and dragged me towards the edge of the bed before flipping me over.

"God YES, baby!" I squealed.

"Shhhhh babe" Ben laughed, "Mark might still be out there"

Feeling guilty, shameful, and horny as fuck I said, "Let him hear."

Ben buried his cock inside of me and I took him easily. Ben's not small by any means don't get me wrong, he's very average, what some girl's call 'Boyfriend dick' it's really a compliment although I know guys don't take it that way. I was just so fucking turned on from the multiple almost-fuckings from yesterday that my lower half was basically a slip'n'slide. I groaned loudly as he thrust inside of me.

"Finally! Yes!" I yelled as Ben picked up the pace and started really slamming into me, "I wanted your cock so fucking bad baby."

Ben gripped my shoulders firmly and kept pulling me back into him.

"FUCK FUCK FUCK" I yelled between each thrust, "Spank me daddy FUCK!" I yelled. Let Mark hear. Let him hear me get fucked. I may have been exagerating my pleasure a bit for the potential audience in the living room, but part of me wanted him to hear what he couldn't have. Sure, I devoured Mark's dick last night like a mindless cock zombie, but if he was listening I wanted Mark to think Ben was giving me an otherworldly dicking. Fuck him for thinking he could get me to cheat.

Mark thought he was hot shit. That with just a couple words and his hand in the right place that he could steal me from Ben. I mean yeah, I made a mistake and sucked his cock a little. But he didn't fuck me, and I took some amount of pride in that. Cause god knows there's nothing I wanted more than to take that fucking monster cock inside of me, looking in the mirror as my heavy tits swung wildly from Dugeon Daddy's brutal thrusts. Maybe he would have pulled my hair, or choked me from behind. And when he unloaded on my tits, maybe he would have called me 'princess' again.

My body was humming with pleasure. I imagined Mark's imposing frame standing above me as he came all over me, praising me for my performance, all the while Ben did his best behind me.

I was going to cum.

"Keep going baby holy FUUUUCKKKKK YES YES YES." I pleaded as my body tensed up.

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"FUCCKKKKKKK MMMMMM-BENN!" I yelled as my pent up orgasm exploded through my body, managing to segue the 'Mark' that was on my tongue and in my mind into a moan - I think - convincingly.

"Fuck baby yes fuck" I whimpered into the comforter.

"I'm gonna fucking cum" Ben moaned behind me.

"Not inside!" I said, pushing back against him and he backed off. I flipped around and sat on the ground in front of him and took his cock into my mouth. Just in time, too, as he was already busting before I could start sucking him. I swallowed every drop and cleaned Ben up like the good girl I am.

Once I had him all polished off we both got up and started getting our clothes back on.

"God that whole thing with you seducing the barkeep was super fucking hot." Ben said, blushing a little.

"Yeah? You like me being a little slut for the big strong barkeep" I said, as I stroked his arm and gave him puppy-dog eyes.

He laughed, "Well, yeah. But I was talking about the real life situation more than anything. Did you see the way Mark looked at you? Clearly you stirred something in him."

I felt the cold sting of guilt and shame shoot through my body, "Noooo, I don't think it was anything like that. I was just playing my part, I'm sure he knows that."

"Yeah obviously he knew it was just roleplaying, but the way you were touching yourself and talking. Shit, I found it hot, I'm sure he was pitching a tent under the table." He said.

"You liked that I got your friend turned on?" I asked, in disbelief.

"Well. I don't know if that's exactly it. I'd never felt anything like that to be honest. You looked hot and were acting very sexily and there's something hot about another dude getting turned on by something he can't have." He wrapped his arms around me and gave me a big hug and kiss. I melted into his arms, feeling loved and comforted despite the anchor of guilt hooked into my heart.

"I'm all yours baby" I lied.

"But maybe I'll have to keep playing the flirty bard if it gets you going." I said, giving him a playful wink.

"Hell, you'll get no opposition from me! Just try not to get anyone tooooo worked up" He laughed, not knowing I was more turned on than anyone.

I had to fight back the part of me that wanted to interpret his words as permission to be a total slut. Nothing short of, "God I really wish you cheated on me last night" would make what I did okay. And I knew that. But permission to be a little flirty? That can't hurt right? And so what if I used Mark to get both Ben and I a little turned on so we could have incredible sex later?

The important part would be leaving it at playful flirting. If I had the willpower to resist letting Mark impale me with his gorgeous cock last night, I could resist anything.

"Alright," Ben said, hand on the doorknob, "moment of truth, you ready?"

"You really think he's still here? How long does he normally stay?" I asked

"Eh, depends, with how loud you were I can guarantee he's awake if he is here though." Ben laughed and opened the door. I followed him out, down the hallway and into the kitchen.

Mark was still there, of course. He was packing up his DM items on the dining room table between the kitchen and the living room.

"Hey, good morning guys! Sorry I'll get out of your hair just packing everything up." He said, sounding cheery. Not an ounce of him betraying what had happened last night.

"No problem man don't worry about it, you sleep good? I know that couch can suck sometimes" Ben responded, oblivious to the horrible tension filling the room.

"Yeah, took me a little while to actually fall asleep last night but once I was out I was OUT." He got the rest of his things together before turning to face us both.

"That was a great session last night by the way, did you have fun Kristen? You did amazing!" Mark said, saying one thing but seeming to imply another.

"Yeah, it was a lot of fun." I said, trying my best to play it cool.

"I'm just glad we won't have to pay for inn stays anymore" Ben joked, giving me a teasing nudge, "I gotta piss something fierce though, I'll text ya later man!"

Ben hopped off to the bathroom, leaving me and Mark alone, tension built silently until we heard the bathroom door close.

"Nice performance this morning, princess" Mark started, a smirk spreading across his face "Did you think about me while he was inside you?"

"Fuck you." I said, though my heartbeat quickened at the sound of 'princess', "I was too busy getting my brains scrambled to think about anything."

"Fuck me? Wasn't it, 'Fuck MMMMMMMMM-Ben.'?" He enunciated the 'M' and said 'Ben' like a whisper.

"I doubt he noticed" Mark pointed a thumb towards the bathroom, "But we both know what you wanted to scream"

He was right, as much as I didn't want to admit it. Not to this asshole. So I stayed defiant, and silent as he moved to the front door.

"See you next week" He said, opening the door and slipping out of Ben's house.

As soon as the door closed I ran up and locked it. As if locking him out of the house would lock him out of my mind. Over the next week I would find out getting him out of my head was the hard part.

Ben and I spent that morning together and enjoyed each others company. We ate breakfast, watched a movie, and fucked again. But the entire time my thoughts would slip to Mark. I was always a nerdy, curvy, girl. So growing up, most of the men I was with were also nerds. I wasn't even on the radar of hunky jock-types. There was something so erotic about taking a Greek Gods cock inside of me that had my body and brain fucking melting.

This is gonna sound so fucked up but just hear me out. Look, Ben's attractive. I'm very attracted to him. He's cute, and he's sweet and funny and smart and all the good qualities your mom tells you to look for. I love him.

But Mark is everything my innate animal instincts are screaming for. Sure, Ben can pick me up and fuck me hard, and be rough with me. But only because he knows I want it, because I explicitly told him what I like. And I know that's a good thing, don't get me wrong.

But mark put his fingers inside me without me saying anything. He could see the hunger in my eyes. Mark fucked my face because he deserved it. He's a strong man and I'm a good slut. It's what we're supposed to do. At our cores, we acted out our innate roles in the purest way possible. He took me because I am meant to be taken. I betrayed these roles when I left the bathroom.

Logically, it was the correct move. I love my boyfriend, he's amazing, and I didn't want to betray the trust we have for each other. But deep in my stomach I felt like I rejected my true nature in that bathroom. Finding a balance in these two feelings felt impossible.

Ben added me to the groupchat for the DnD group later that week and I felt both excitement and dread knowing Mark would have access to my personal phone number. Luckily, Mark never texted me, I didn't know how I would react. I fucking hated him for thinking he could do whatever he wanted with me, that I would give myself up so easily. Of course, I already did. And a not-so-small part of me worried I might again. My mind was running fucking crazy with how the next session would go. I played it cool as the week went on and tried to show Ben how happy I was to be brought in and considered part of his friend group.

-------BEN--------

Okay, hey folks. So I think Kristen will end up writing most of these but I wanted to give some insight on how I was feeling leading up to this second session with Kristen. Obviously I'm writing this in the future with the privilege of hindsight, but I'll try to stay as faithful to what I felt at the time.

I noticed nothing out of the ordinary that first night or the week that followed. I was blissfully unaware of the situation that had so quickly spiraled out of control just under my nose.

I did realize one thing though. There was something mind-numbingly hot about watching her flirt and seeing other guys get goo-goo eyes over her. It was this mix of jealousy, angst, pride, and arousal that might as well have been a drug. I played it over and over in my mind that week. In some moments, my brain even added to what I saw that night.

Maybe she leaned over and brushed his arm while she flirted with the 'Barkeep'. Maybe she bit her lip and did a little jump up and down, making her breasts wobble. Mark would have been hypnotized, a gorgeous woman being outwardly sexual and flirty, how could you not be? Maybe he would start to question whether it was an act or not? Maybe I would too.

Once that week, in a dark moment while jerking off, I had a more specific fantasy.

What if the flirting didn't stop? What if the intensity increased? As my twisted, horny, mind took over I pictured Kristen bouncing, naked, on Marks lap as he groped her breasts.

"What babe? We're just roleplaying! You want that free room right?" She would say as Mark kissed her neck.

I exploded into a pair of boxers that were already headed for the laundry, and after the powerful orgasm passed through me, shame, disgust, and jealousy filled the place where my horniness used to be.

What the fuck was happening to me? I had watched porn, of course, so I knew what the cuckold fetish was. But I have never in my life felt any inclination in that direction. I loved Kristen. Like, I might ask this girl to marry me levels of love. So why, only now, was I starting to get turned on by the idea of her with someone else?

I tried to push it from my mind. Pretend that's not what I was feeling. I couldn't be a cuck. I only found it hot because SHE was hot, and SHE was being flirty. Anyone would be turned on by their significant other acting sexy, right? But at my core, I knew. Not everyone would have a body shaking orgasm thinking about another man groping and kissing their girlfriend.

Still, I wanted to see more. And I trusted Kristen. She would never cheat on me, I truly believed that. So if we both got a little turned on by playing with this idea and could have mind-blowing sex later, was that so bad? Obviously I didn't know my worst fear/darkest fantasy had already happened, and happened FAST. If I knew, things would have played out much differently, but as it stood I urged her to up the ante, and up the ante she did.

Kristen arrived at my house early the day of our next DnD session, dressed to kill in a sexy little mini skirt and low cut top she said "fit the vibe of her character". She said she wanted to give us some extra time together in case I got "too drunk to function" again. She brought snacks and drinks and we got it all put away before heading to the bedroom and getting it out of our systems. I didn't know what had gotten into Kristen but she was begging to be bent over and fucked from behind. And even more suprised by the desire to be face fucked.

She enjoyed having me face fuck her and had requested it in the past. But she had been wanting it every time we had sex this week. We would always start with me thrusting into her mouth and then bending her over the couch or the bed or something. Whatever it was, I was loving it. We were both having a great time with each other.

I took this opportunity, in the afterglow, to broach the topic that had been on my mind all week.

------Kristen------

Okay, yes. I knew I was dressed like a fucking slut. Obviously not a classy thing to wear around your boyfriends friends for a platonic night playing DnD, regardless of how 'my character would dress'. But god damn there was a fire growing inside of me. I don't know if I did it for Ben, for Mark, or for me, but I needed to be seen as I had felt this week. Like a brainless set of holes to be fucked into submission. I needed hungry eyes on me. It felt like Mark lived rent-free in my head this past week, it drove me crazy. I wanted him to lose his mind thinking about what he couldn't have.

I figured this would help me blow off steam in a way that didn't involve throating the dungeon master. Of course, Ben didn't help. Look he didn't know any better. I imagine if he knew what happened and what was going on inside of me he wouldn't have said what he did. But in the hour before our second DnD session and in the moments after another pale attempt to capture the feeling of getting taken in the bathroom a week ago, Ben opened up to me.

"I can't stop thinking about how Mark was looking at you" Ben said, catching his breath as his orgasm waned.

I had his softening cock in my mouth and was cleaning him off. The mention of mark sent a familiar spike of excitement, anger, and guilt through me.

"You really liked that huh?" I asked between slurps.

"I did. It's so weird baby but I keep thinking about what he wanted to do to you." Ben was caressing my hair as I continued savoring the taste of him.

"Do you WANT him to do something to me?" I asked, my heart fucking pounding in my chest. Was that too forward? I didn't even know what I wanted the answer to that question to be.

"No, well I don't know. Shit. Promise you won't make fun of me?" He said, sounding genuinely vulnerable.

"Never baby. I love you." I kissed the head of his cock, which was growing in my hand again, before taking it back in my mouth and holding eye-contact with him.

"I did fantasize a little about it. Like if he tried something with you, I mean." He said, and I started circling his head with my tongue. Where the fuck was this coming from? Was I just hearing what the cheating, drooling, slut inside of me wanted to hear?

"Try something like what?" I asked, playing dumb as another flash of excitement pulsed through me. My brain hated how much my body wanted to Mark's cock inside me.

"Like...Fuck baby it sounds so fucking crazy and I don't know if I actually want it or if it just like turned me on in my head." He said, and I pressed my head down on him taking his entire dick in my mouth and holding it there briefly before coming up for air.

"You can say it baby, it's just a fantasy." I said, trying my best to come across as an understanding and supporting girlfriend and not an insatiable slut who's just waiting for permission to fuck every hot guy I see.

"I pictured him touching you, like your tits." I popped off his cock and sat up straight on the bed, reaching into my low cut top and pulling my breasts out to hang over the fabric of my shirt and bra.

"These baby?" I said, returning one hand to his cock to keep stroking. "Does it turn you on thinking about Mark seeing these?"

"Fuck babe." He was breathing heavy again, "Yeah it's... fuck it's kinda hot."

I stuck out my tongue and let a string of drool fall from my mouth and land on my breasts. Ben was transfixed as I rubbed the saliva into my nipple and ran my finger over it.

"Do you want him to touch them? They're soooo big and soft baby, are you sure you want to share them?" I teased, speaking in my most over-the-top seductive voice. I felt his cock tighten in my hand.

"Fuck I don't know baby" He said, clearly struggling with how this made him feel. Understandable. But I needed him to say it.

"It's just a fantasy baby it doesn't have to be real. Pretend he's here now, what should he do?" I leaned down and sucked on his head for a moment to apply more lubricant before sitting back up and staring into his soul.

"grab your tits" He muttered.

"You want him to do what baby?" I asked.

"I want him to grab your tits." He said, louder.

I took my free hand and grabbed one breast as if it was someone's hand coming from behind me. When I touched my boob with "Marks" hand I moaned, loud.

"Oh god baby it feels good, what should he do now?" I asked, stroking him faster.

"play with your nipples" He muttered. I had him on the hook now so I didn't ask him to say it louder. Instead I gripped my breast HARD and flicked my nipple while I did it, trailing one finger around the outside.

"OH my GOD! His hands are sooo big!" I continued stroking him, his eyes were completely glazed over but he was squirming and twitching.

"What next baby?" I probed.

"Touch him" he muttered, almost without even moving his mouth.