Disclaimer:
Everyone in the story is 18 years old or older at all points. Any resemblance to any actual person, alive or dead, is just happenstance.
Author's Notes:
This story revolves around cuckolding, both non-consensual and consensual, with the humiliation of the main character. If this type of story is not a fetish you enjoy, please read something else.
The alarm went off, waking both of them up to start their day.
"I hate Mondays," Chris said as he turned off the alarm.
"First day at the new office, maybe it won't be that bad of a day," Donna said as she rolled out of bed.
Chris admired how Donna's large breasts moved inside her nightshirt as she stood. Then, the shirt pulled up as she stretched, exposing her firm ass and the skimpy pink panties she wore.
He moved behind her, cupping her breasts through the shirt and pushing his morning wood against her ass.
"You don't have time," she told him as she pushed his hands away and stepped out of his grasp.
She stopped at the bathroom door and looked back with a sultry smile. "If you wanted to do something, you should have gotten out of bed earlier."
She saw the disappointment on his face as she shut the bathroom door. The memories of last night flooded her mind, causing her to feel guilty about what she had done.
He fucking forced me,
She thought angrily, but a large part of her mind told her that she had at least let, if not wanted, it to happen. She was also hurt and mad at Chris for not realizing what was happening and stopping it.
Donna fell into her morning routine to get away from the conflicting emotions and thoughts, making breakfast for both of them while Chris showered and made ready for work.
Chris entered the kitchen to find breakfast on the table and Donna looking out the window.
"Everything ok," he asked, stepping up next to her and looking out the window at the empty street.
"Yeah, everything is ok. I was just thinking," Donna replied, looking at Chris briefly before again looking outside.
He could see the conflict in Donna. He asked, hoping she would tell him about what happened last night. Thoughts about his wife getting used by a stranger had him hard again.
He moved behind her and wrapped his arms around Donna. She melted into his embrace before she stiffened and pulled away, and walked to the table.
Chris was a little hurt that she rebuffed his attempt to hold her again, but he could tell something was bothering her.
Donna wanted to tell Chris what had happened last night, but she didn't know how he would take it.
She was confused on why she had just let Ralph do what he wanted with her without permission, just ordering her around. But she couldn't deny that just thinking about what had happened was causing her nipples to harden and her cunt to get wet.
"Just the stress of the move, I guess," she told him, glancing in his direction. "I have never been this far away from my family before."
Donna sat down at the table and started putting jelly on her toast. "Come on, babe, your food is getting cold, and you will need to leave before long."
Chris sat down across from her and picked up his silverware. He was disappointed that Donna hadn't told him what had happened last night, but since he wasn't supposed to know about it, he decided to let it go for now.
They ate in silence, each lost in their thoughts. When finished, Chris put his dishes in the sink.
"Don't worry about washing them. I will do the dishes in a little while after I finish unpacking some more of the kitchen." Donna told him as she started cleaning off the table.
"Thanks for breakfast, dear," he told her as he tried to kiss her. But, instead, she turned her face, so instead of kissing her on the lips, he got her cheek.
Donna had panicked when Chris went to kiss her. She still hadn't cleaned up or brushed her teeth yet. "Sorry, babe, I haven't brushed my teeth yet."
"No worries, I have to run," he told her, wondering if the real reason was last night. He glanced at his watch and grabbed his backpack. Then, he rushed out the door.
Donna sat down at the table for a few minutes before cleaning the kitchen, gazing off into space as she replayed last night over and over again in her mind.
Reliving last night is getting me nowhere
, she thought as she forced herself to get up and clean up the dishes from breakfast.
She spent the subsequent half-hour unpacking things in the kitchen when someone started knocking on the side door. She saw Ralph looking at her through the glass side door when she rounded the corner. He smiled when he saw her and waited with his arms crossed for her to answer the door.
Ralph was wearing a flannel shirt and jeans today, and with his rugged looks and short beard, he reminded Donna of a lumberjack.
What the hell is wrong with me.
Donna thought that Ralph had to be twenty years older than her in his mid-forties, and he is not my type, so why am I drawn to him?
Donna started shaking and warped her arms around herself as she slowly walked over to the door.
Donna opened the door slightly. "Sorry Ralph, Chris isn't here, and I don't think you should be here right now."
"Like what you think matters to me slut" Ralph said as he pushed past her into the house.
"What the fuck!" Donna shouted as she stumbled a little as the door pushed her aside.
Ralph turned and just looked at her. The reminder of what they had done last night caused her to blush and get angry.
"Now you listen here, you smug son of a bitch. What happened last night wasn't my fault, and it won't happen again. Now get out of my house before I call the police," she yelled at him, pointing at the door.
"You aren't calling anyone slut, or you would have done it last night. Chris was right there, and you didn't say a word, so don't start threatening me now."
He shut the door and grabbed her by her arm, pulling her behind him as he walked towards the living room.
"Hey, let me go, asshole!" Donna told him as she struggled to get loose from his grip.
Ralph ignored her and kept walking, dragging her down the short hall.
"Let's go into the living room. I have something to show you before we talk about how things are going to be from now on."
Ralph pulled her after him until they were in front of the loveseat. He then pushed her backward before walking over to the tv and turning it on. Then, he did something on his phone and started casting a video onto the tv.
It was from last night and clearly showed her giving Ralph a blowjob in the living room. Ralph let the video run for a few seconds before stopping on a scene that showed Donna with several inches of his cock buried in her mouth.
Donna was in shock. I
had no idea he recorded that,
she thought, looking at the still image on the screen.
"Doesn't look like you had any problems when you blew me last night slut," he told her, looking down as she crouched on the loveseat, trying to understand what was happening to her life.
"Fucking answer me bitch, did you have a problem blowing me last night?"
"You made me," Donna said with tears rolling down her face.
"I may have forced the issue, but you went along willingly slut."
Donna thought about what he said and realized it was partially true. Being forced to be a slut was one of her darkest fantasies. However, she never told anyone, not even her husband. He was too gentle with her, making love instead of fucking her.
"I didn't want to do it," she told him, but even she realized it wasn't compelling.
"I think you wanted it, slut," he told her while reaching for her phone.
"Hey, give me that!" she managed to get out as she tried to grab the phone back.
Ralph silenced her with a look, causing her to fall back onto the loveseat. He went through her contacts, occasionally glancing at her.
"What are you doing?" she demanded as she stood and reached for her phone again.
"None of your fucking business bitch" he told her before pushing her back onto the loveseat.
She cried as she sat there as he went through her phone, wondering what he was doing. Finally, after several minutes he tossed the phone to her, laughing as she looked at her message history.
He had added a new phone number and had sent information on several of her contacts to that number.
"Daddy?" she asked, looking at the new contact he had added, "who the fuck is that?"
"Watch your language, little girl. That's my number. So this is how things are going to go. If you don't knock your shit off and start acting as you want me around, I will send the video of you blowing me to your husband, dad, mom, sister, etc. You get what I am saying bitch?"
Not knowing that Chris already knew and hadn't done anything about it and terrified that he would send the video to her family, she realized that she didn't have a choice right now.
"What do you mean by acting as you want me around?"
Ralph knew he had her by looking at her body language, and just like yesterday, her submissive nature would allow him to have a lot of fun using her.
"Whatever I tell you to do slut, you do it, without any questions," he told her with a grin.
Donna didn't like what he was alluding to. But, she was also having a hard time admitting that being forced to do something sexual by someone she didn't like excited her more than anything else had in her life.
"Doesn't look like I have many choices," she replied, looking down.
"There is always a choice, but the cost of not following directions might be steeper than you can afford."
Ralph watched her face as she worked through what he had told her. "Enough wasting time slut, strip," he commanded.
Donna looked at him briefly, trying to find a way out of the command, before she slowly removed her top and pulled down her sweats.
While she was distracted, Ralph set his phone next to the TV and started recording.
