Stories by Wayne C. Rogers

BDSM Cuckold Story: Love Is More Then A Word, part 3

"Thanks a lot."

"Oh, I'm just getting started."

"I thought both of you were coming back here tonight."

"We were," she said, "but Carl got cold feet at the last second. He was afraid that Vanessa would pop in on us when least expected."

"Did you tell him that she sleeps like a log?"

Jennifer nodded her head and then said, "It didn't do any good." She pressed back up against me, rubbing her mons veneris against my lips and chin. "He'll be more comfortable the next time we get together."

"And when will that be?"

"Tomorrow night."

"Wow, the sex must've been great!"

"If I tell you how fabulous it was, you'll probably cry again."

"No, I won't.

"Yes, you will," she said.

"How do you know?"

"Because you're a man, and you're insecure."

"I'm not insecure."

"All men are insecure."

"Carl must've really rocked your boat," I said, attempting to change the subject to a more comfortable topic.

"He certainly did."

"So the bulge is real?"

"All eight-and-a-half inches of it."

"I am going to cry."

"It's okay, honey," she said. "I'm not going to leave you for him. He's too self-centered. The guy actually believes that he is God's gift to women because he has a nice car and a big dick."

"He is God's gift to women."

"I don't think so."

"You're going out with him again, aren't you?"

"So?"

"You just proved my point."

"I never said that I wasn't going to fuck him again," Jennifer said, grabbing a handful of my hair and bending my head back. She pointed the index finger of her other hand at my nose. "I am. Every chance I get, and you're just going to have to deal with it. His cock has changed my entire outlook on sex. I don't think I'll be getting a headache with Carl."

"You're so cruel."

"That's why you love me."

"I know."

"Kiss the inside of my thighs."

She released the hold on my head, and I bent down a little so that I could run my tongue up the inside of her legs. I turned my face slightly to the side and began to run the tip of my tongue softly over her thighs, gently kissing each of them, feeling how wet and slippery and sticky the nylon was, and then moving further upward to the white cotton crotch of her pantyhose and tasting the salty, pungent juices that soaked it.

"That feels so good," she said.

I let out a low moan of excitement as I continued to lick and kiss and tease my Mistress with the slow circular motions of my tongue, wanting her to get hot with sexual desire, needing her to yearn for the tip of my tongue on clitoris so that she could cum again and to thrash madly around on the bed with her slave's head buried between her legs.

"Do you like what you're tasting?" she asked.

"Yes," I muttered.

"Carl ejaculated three times inside of me."

I stopped what I was doing and stared up at her.

"His semen has been running out of me since I left his apartment. That's why my pantyhose is so sticky down there."

"Thanks for sharing that tidbit of information."

"You're going to have a lot of cleaning up to do in a few minutes."

"Really?"

"Uh-huh."

"I don't know if I can do that."

"You can, and you will."

"But—"

"Wayne, you know how much I enjoy it when you go down on me after I've have sex with other men," Jennifer said. "Not only do I have stronger orgasms when you do that, but it also demonstrates your unadulterated love for me and how willing you are to serve me completely as a slave. You claim to worship me. Well, tonight is your chance to prove it."

"Yes, Lady Jennifer."

"Are there going to be any other problems?"

"No, ma'am.

"I hope not for your sake."

"How was the sex with him?"

"First, tell me about your dream," she said, laughing again, but this time at the sad expression on my face, "and then I'll tell you about the sex."

"Yes, ma'am."

"I'm waiting."

"Let me get my thoughts together."

"You're stalling."

"No, I'm not."

"I'm getting tired of this," my Mistress said, turning around and walking over to the dresser bureau. She stopped about two feet away from it, and then leaned forward, grabbing the edge of the bureau to support her upper body. She looked back at me and said, "Crawl over here and pay homage to your Goddess."

I knew exactly what Jennifer wanted as I moved eagerly over to her on my hands and knees. She loved it when I kissed her gorgeous bottom in homage to her power as a female.

So did I.

It was one of those dominant/submissive things that I didn't mind doing. In other words, I needed no encouragement to kiss her ass. I could do it all day long and not get tired. It had such a strong affect on me that sometimes I could almost cum by satisfying her in this manner. Hell, if the truth were known, this is something I would've gladly paid her to let me do because I loved it so much.

Jennifer knew this, too.

After one marriage in which little attention was paid to her, she now thrived on having a man who got off on kissing and worshipping her heart-shaped ass. She knew how to use the power of her body to dominate me and to keep me coming back for more. I remember hearing her on the telephone one night, talking to a girlfriend. Jennifer told her how she used to think that a man who kissed his wife's ass was nothing but a wimp; but now, she wouldn't have it any other way. She wanted the man to know his rightful place in the scheme of things, which according to her was on his knees with his mouth pressed firmly to her bottom.

"I can't feel your hot lips," she said.

"Just give me a moment. You know how much I love to look at your buttocks, especially when you're wearing sexy pantyhose."

"You do you want to kiss it, don't you, Forest?"

"Yes, ma'am!"

"Then tell me about your dream."

"Ah, shit," I said.

"Tell me!"

"Okay, you win."

"Did you lose me?" she asked. "Is that why you were crying so hard when I came home?"

"Yes."

"Then I don't blame you for sobbing like a baby," my Mistress said, looking back at me. "Any man would cry his eyes out if he lost me. After all, I am a Goddess."

"Very funny."

"It made you smile."

"That wasn't a smile," I said.

"What was it?"

"It was a grimace."

"A grimace?"

"Yes," I said, "A grimace that was brought on by your meager attempt at humor."

"Maybe I should just smack you across the face?"

"That would probably work much better."

"Nah," she said. "You'd just cry."

"No, I wouldn't."

"Want to bet?"

"Whenever we bet," I said, "you always win."

"I know."

"I wonder why?"

"It's because I'm a woman, and I'm always right."

"My lips are sealed on that statement," I said, smiling up at her.

"See, I made you smile again, smarty pants."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," Jennifer said. "Now, why don't you tell me about this mind-numbing dream that caused you to break down and cry like a little girl."

"I was crying like a woman, not a little girl."

"No, you were crying like Vanessa does when she can't find Charlie, or when we're out of grape Kool-Aid."

"Was not."

Lady Jennifer wiggled her bottom playfully at me, and then said, "I'm waiting to hear about the dream."

"Okay."

"Well?"

"After I put Vanessa to bed," I said, "I watched the last third of What Dreams May Come on television. It's one of my favorite movies. I've probably seen it at least a dozen times."

"I've seen it, too."

"Robin Williams is in it."

"I'm not too crazy about Robin Williams. He doesn't turn me on. Pierce Brosnan on the other hand would have been great in the lead role. I could see him coming to rescue me. I would've been standing outside that house in hell, waving a red flag at him."

"Please let me tell the story."

"So now you're in a hurry to tell me about the dream."

"Yes.

"Well, I promise not to interrupt again."

"Anyway," I said, "What Dreams May Come is a really great film about soul mates and life after death."

"I want to hear about the dream!"

"I'm getting to it, if you'd just be quiet for a second."

"Where's the paddle? I need to beat your ass tonight."

"In the dream I had, it was early summer, and you and I were standing in a large beautiful meadow on opposite sides. I called out your name. You turned and waved at me."

"Was Carl there?"

"No!"

"Too bad," Jennifer said. "He would have added some spice to the story."

"You're starting to drive me crazy."

"It's called payback."

"Do you want to hear the rest of the story?"

"Yes, darling. Please continue."

"After you waved at me in the dream, you turned away and walked over the crest of a hill, disappearing from my sight."

"You let me get away?" she asked.

"No, I ran after you as fast as I could. I kept calling your name. The faster I ran, however, the further away you seemed. I finally reached a point where I knew in my heart that I was losing you forever, and I started yelling no over and over again."

"That was some dream."

"I know."

"It kind of reminds me of a movie I saw."

"Don't say it."

"I think Robin Williams was in it."

"See, that's why I didn't want to tell you about my dream," I said. "I knew you'd make fun of me."

"You don't have to run anymore," she said, "because here I am."

"Yeah, but for how long?"

"You keep being a good slave, and it might be forever."

"Seriously?"

"I've put too much hard work into training you to risk someone else reaping the benefits. Besides, what woman in her right mind would give up a relationship like this? I can finally have my cake and eat it, too."

"Yes, you can."

"Let's go to bed," she said.

"I was wondering when you would say that."

"Kiss my pretty ass, slave, and then you can take off my shoes and pantyhose."

I quickly did all three things.

"Pick me up and carry me over to bed," she commanded.

I picked Jennifer up and carried her over to the bed, trying not to grunt from the effort.

"I can see it in your eyes," she said. "Whatever you're thinking, you'd better not say it, unless you want me to spend the rest of the night paddling your ass."

"No, ma'am."

I laid her down on top of the covers in the center of the bed, took off my clothes, and then stretched out alongside of her. We swiftly moved into each other's arms and kissed passionately. I could feel her right hand reach down and take hold of my penis, feverishly stroking it until I was standing at full attention and about to cum in her hand. Our lips couldn't get enough of each other. I longed to become one with the woman I loved, to melt into her, to enter the hot wetness of her body. She sensed how close I was to ejaculating and unexpectedly released her hold.

"No, not yet," she whispered to me. "You have to first perform your duties as a slave."

Lady Jennifer spread her legs apart and guided my head down between them, telling me that I was the only one who could please her so deliciously with my tongue. I could now feel both of her hands on my head, pushing my face into the wetness of her womanhood, urging me to lap at her sex like a personal pet and to taste what Carl had left behind. I slowly ran the tip of my tongue up between the fleshy folds of her vagina, encountering the slippery substance that her new boyfriend had ejaculated into her so many times before allowing her to return to me. I was definitely impressed with his ability as a lover."

"Can you taste him?" she asked.

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good. Get used to it. I intend to have you cleaning up after him several times a week if I can arrange it."

"Your wish is my command."

"Keep working that tongue of yours, slave, and I don't mean by talking."

"Yes, ma'am."

She squeezed her thighs together to shut me up, and then grabbed a handful of my hair and jerked hard on it, letting me know that she was getting impatient and wanted me to continue servicing her with my tongue. I focused my attention on her clitoris, sensing a shift in her body and an eagerness of what was to come.

"That's it, baby," she moaned. The muscles in her thighs flexed and tightened as an orgasm began to build. "Eat me!"

I relentlessly teased the tiny bud of pleasure at the top of her vagina, moving the tip of my tongue around and around, sometimes adding direct pressure to the hard piece of flesh, while at other times, staying at the outer regions until she couldn't take it anymore and jerked wildly at my hair, silently demanding that I place my tongue back on her clit.

It took a few minutes, but when Lady Jennifer's first orgasm finally arrived, it was an explosion of immense proportions and her scream of pleasure could be heard throughout the house. I was afraid for a moment that it might wake up Vanessa, but that little girl could sleep through a wild herd of cattle running through her bedroom. The second orgasm for my Mistress came even more quickly, and I was worried that her thighs would actually break my jaw as they squeezed my face like a vise. Her hands moved to the back of my head and kept my face pressed tightly into the heat of her vortex. I couldn't breathe for a minute and wondered if I would die of suffocation. Jennifer finally eased up on the pressure and allowed me to pull back for a second so that I could take a deep breath.

"Don't think for a moment that you're finished," my Mistress said in a husky tone of voice as she attempted to catch her own breath. "Not by a long shot. You're just getting started. When the sun comes up, you're still going to be lapping at my body like a little puppy dog with a bowl of milk."

She was telling the truth, too.

The outside sun was just rising in the east when Jennifer finally pushed my head away from her body and told me to go to my own bedroom to sleep. My tongue and jaw ached in ways I couldn't believe. I didn't think I'd be able to talk normally for at least two days. I climbed off of the bed and watched her get under the covers. She then told me that I'd been an exceptionally good slave that night and that she loved me. By the time I walked out of the bedroom, I could hear her snoring softly in her sleep.

I went back to my room and eventually slept for a few hours. I was suddenly awaken at 9:00AM by the Little Princess shaking my shoulder, demanding that I get up and cook her some pancakes and watch cartoons with her. Actually, she was only saying two words over and over again—"cakes" and "toons."

What could I do, but obey the other Princess of the house.

"As you wish," I said, remembering Wesley's reply to Princess Buttercup's every command in the movie, The Princess Bride.

continue to part 4