Queen always manages to astound me like this. Her confidence to march into the office of a stranger, with so much at stake, and not just tell the truth but to persuade her that it is everyone's interests to come to a mutually satisfactory arrangement. Queen really should be the head of United Nations. She would have those world leaders sorted out in no time at all!
It was with added relish for the chores ahead of me that I opened the door on my late return from the office that day. "Hello Queen, I am home. Where are you Queen?"
"I am in the lounge. Come and join me." Queen replied, her voice a bit shaky which was unusual.
"I just wanted to tell you how grateful I am for you sorting out that business..." I started saying as I walked into the lounge. But once there my words trailed off at the sight before me.
There was Queen, naked as the day she was born, on her knees on the sofa with Carl stood behind her, fucking her deep and hard, like she was nothing but a rag doll. Queen's face was all flushed and sweating, her hair was a mess and as she looked up at me I saw the look in her eyes that I will never forget. It was the look of sheer lust, total animal desire and need for the cock that was currently pounding in and out of her.
I had never seen Queen in this way, so powerless with a man, so insatiable to be fucked, so unkempt and brazen. How could this be the same woman that has taken such complete control over me? I felt like my whole understanding of the world was being shaken to the foundations.
In almost no time at all Queen reached the climax that her body needed so badly. The convulsions rippled through her body and shook every muscle. She roared her satisfaction, loud enough for the neighbours to hear I am sure, before slumping onto the sofa into an exhausted but utterly contented heap.
I stood there before them both, most open in astonishment, and my cock hardening rapidly at the sight and sounds that had just unfolded before me. My brain was swirling with thoughts and questions, with worries and desires. How could this be? Is this how Queen always had sex with Carl or was this new? Where did I fit into this relationship? Did I fit at all? Carl answered my question without being asked.
"I have saved my cum for you bitch, don't worry. Come here, its your turn." He said as he reached and pulled me toward him by my wrist. In one movement he pushed me onto the sofa, next to Queen, face first and had pulled down my suit trousers and pants.
"Lets make sure you smell of my cum tonight shall we?"
It was a rhetorical question though as he finished by spitting on my ass and rubbing it with his finger around and into my asshole. Before I knew what was going on he had pushed his cock deep inside me, almost splitting me in two. The pain was almost unbearable. His cock was so thick and his thrust into me so unforgiving and sudden I was sure I would find I needed stitches after he had finished with me. He proceeded to fuck my ass as savagely as he had pounded Queen's pussy just moments before. I was at this point either screaming or crying, I don't remember to be honest. All I could think was how my ass was on fire. I had played there before with Queen - she had pegged me, or had me wear a plug for a day, that kind of thing. But never had she penetrated like this. I bit into the sofa cushion to stifle my sounds. I was determined that Carl would not be the one to break to me. I had only ever given Queen this entitlement over me. But I cannot deny that I was aroused, that I loved being taken so roughly, so completely and utterly used, nothing but a hole to be fucked. And when I felt his cum shoot from his cock, deep inside me, I wanted every drop of his hot fluid. I wished at that moment that I could be impregnated, regardless of how futile my desire for nature's laws to be over-ruled.
Carl wasn't finished with me yet though. "Clean me up bitch" he barked my next instruction. A glance at Queen and her quiet nod confirmed that I must obey. I slowly rose from my heap on the sofa, slipping onto my knees on the floor, and turned to face Carl, or rather to face his cock which was looming ominously at eye level not more than an inch from me. I could smell his cock it was so close. I could feel its heat. I could feel its power. I watched it twitch and shake droplets of his cum onto my chest as I reached for it with my tongue. I couldn't deny it any longer - his cock was beautiful and I craved it. I couldn't resist and welcomed it inside my mouth, along with all the juices of my Queen. I was a true cuck now, a slave to my Queen and her lover's cock.
When I awoke the next morning Queen had a surprise for me, waiting in my underwear drawer: an adult pull-up nappy. The humiliation I had dreaded was here for real. But I knew Queen would countenance no hesitation so I quickly slipped into it. It felt warm and snug, and pleasantly constructing. I stroked myself gently, over my cock, balls and my ass to get used to the feeling of being nappied. My cock grew as I did this of course and I knew this was soon to become a new way of life and fetish for me. But the dread of going to work with his cum once more was too much for me to deal with after the feelings I had been left with as a result of Carl's fucking. I was aroused by the nappy but my head wasn't ready for this day.
I quickly finished getting dressed, provided Queen with her morning coffee, and quickly headed to the door hoping I might be avoid my fate while sleepiness still Hund over Queen and her lover.
But Queen wasn't about to let me get away with that.
"Where are you going puppet?"
"To work Queen" I replied sheepishly.
"But you aren't fully dressed yet are you?" Queen asked with a knowing smile.
"No Queen. Sorry Queen." Even more sheepish this time, I couldn't even look in her eyes as I spoke.
