Cuckold Ramblings

Quick intro: I don't write like this much, so if you like what you read, let me know. I could use the encouragement.

I want to see you holding on for dear life. Face screwed up from the strain of not passing out from overstimulation. Neck and chest flushed red, glowing red handprints on your ass, puffy bruised cunt from hours of savage thrusting.

You can barely take his vaginal beating. Your nerves are shredded, your skin is tingling, your entire being hums like a violin string getting plucked. Your pussy has resized to the girth and length of a Pringles can, overflowing with cum. Each thrust produces a loud squelching sound, and causes a fresh ribbon of cream to trickle out. He's dragging half your guts out and cramming them back in with each pump.

The skin of his mighty tool is hot enough to burn your insides. He's blown his nut into you over and over, and he's still going. He's a bull, a god, a King of Cock. Your cum-saturated brain has stopped thinking about enjoying this encounter, and started wondering how to survive it. He's going to keep rampaging you with that fucking cannon of a dick until his mighty balls are finally depleted. It could be days for all we know. He has the stamina, prowess and testicular capacity of a prize breeding stud.

Each time he ejaculates into you he bellows victoriously and slams his hands down on your cheeks to remind you who's in charge. You collapse in exhaustion, babbling incoherent prayers to God that you'll finally get a break to rebuild your shattered sanity. But each time he drags you back down to reality with yet another slam thrust. That huge blunt cockhead smashes your cervix like a battering ram, causing you to grunt deeply from the pain. You're done when he says you're done.

Tears pour down your cheeks, mirroring the absolute river of mixed cum pouring down your legs, dripping off his nuts. Hot, thick ropes of God cum, slick buttery girlcum, lots of sweat. The sheets are drenched, sodden to shit. It'll be quite an exertion for me to even get them off the bed and into the wash, like lifting a washed quilt. Your entire life is searing pain, agonizing pleasure and endless wetness.

You hate him, you love him, you starve for his approval and cower before his irritation. He's a god of dick, and you're his bitch. His Big Black Cock owns your obedient white pussy. His hard dick crushes your soft, yielding pussy.

Your vagina is beyond wrecked. It's blown out, torn open like a lemon on a juicer. This is the most horrific fuck you've ever had to survive. The scope of the damage, of the excruciating pain, could only be compared to a particularly difficult childbirth. Your anatomy has not evolved to cope with a fucking of this scale. Your pelvic floor isn't deep enough, your hips aren't wide enough. He's tearing you apart, bludgeoning you open like a hammer smashing a melon. Tell him that you love him for it.

I'm cowering in the closet, peeping through the cracked door. I'm suffering through the emotional equivalent of your cunt beating. I'm heartbroken that you would betray me so openly, in our own bed. You didn't even wait for me to be out, you just called him over and dropped your panties. I'm aghast that you would be so cruel, and I'm horrified at his treatment of you. You're obviously suffering immensely from your decision to cheat on me, but it's also obvious that you don't want him to stop. Even when you're getting split in half, and in very real danger of injury, you're submitting to him. You're not only accepting his sexual assault, you're reveling in it.

When I have sex, I communicate, I check in, I moderate my behavior to match the other person. I prioritize their needs and boundaries. He, on the other hand, is totally unconcerned. His hips ram in and out like a reciprocating saw. In our bed, he isn't a person with a soul and a heart, trying to bond with someone. He's a wrecking ball, with enough careless power to tear your walls open without slowing down.

Nobody ever says no to him. Men beg him to pacify their bitchy, narcissistic girlfriends. Women throw their wedding rings off cliffs, defile marriage vows, break up relationships, even surrender their daughters to his King Cock. Everywhere he goes, pussies gush sticky, fragrant cream into panties. Eyes wander, teeth bite into lips, and little forgotten peepees shrivel up in fear.

Crown princesses fly in on private jets to gorge themselves on his endless ropes of cum. Around the globe, unsatisfied women whisper to their friends about his legendary girth. They bashfully share links to video compilations of his sexploits, and scheme to get his attention. Bored college girls think of him while lesser "men" poke cluelessly at their bodies. He is God, he is a bull, and we belong to him.