Cuck's Closet: Watch and Weep (2 page)

“Stop! We have to stop!
My boyfriend…” She didn’t complete the sentence. Her whole body seemed to squirm and slither in a sexual way inside his groping arms.

Inside the closet Jack came to his senses. He needed to call the police. This was definitely a rape. His prim and proper Ashley certainly didn’t want any of this. Didn’t this guy hear what she was telling him?

He fumbled for his cell phone. He would text the police. He had read that 911 dispatchers received and responded to texts. Perfect for victims who found themselves captive like he and Ashley now clearly were.

“Don’t, please don’t...” Ashley whimpered and Jack looked up from his phone to see what the aggressor was doing to his girlfriend now.

He was working one of his hands down her taut tummy and under the waistband of her workout pants. She had both of her milky white hands on top of his thick arm, trying to pull him back up but it was like resisting a slow moving python. His fingers slipped under the waistband of her pants and her whole body trembled. His other arm drew up across her breasts and his large hand firmly gripped her by the neck, pinning her head against his chest. Her big blue eyes looked up, pleadingly, into his dark, implacable glare while his fingers moved in sensual waves underneath the fabric of her pants.

And then Ashley had an orgasm. It was one of the most intense orgasms that Jack had ever seen wash over her but it was clearly identifiable. Her whole body shivered, making her naked tits jiggle and she let out a series of incredibly feminine sighs.

Jack’s phone slipped out of his sweaty palms and fell into the gloom of the closet floor.

As her orgasm subsided,
Dante, loosened his hold around her neck and glided his hand over her delicate clavicle and onto her heaving breasts, taking a handful of one and freely tweaking her incredibly hard nipples.

Ashley turned around to face him, putting her arms around his neck.
“Oh Dante!” She sighed. The stud, for his part, tenderly bent his head down to hers and she brought her beautiful face up to his.

Their lips met
.

Jack looked away then and tried desperately not to listen keenly to
the sound of two tongues sensually exploring. From somewhere outside a bird was chirping. It was then that Jack realized this wasn’t a rape at all. He was witnessing Ashley and Dante’ very first kiss.

The intimacy of the moment filled the room and seemed to force Jack out. He wasn’t supposed to be privy to this. Ashley didn’t know he was here. Jack
might still be her boyfriend, perhaps, but he was most certainly an intruder.

The kiss broke off when
Dante drew the finger that had been on her love button across her cheek. Ashley instinctively opened her mouth for it and drew the finger in, sucking her juices off with an added dose of sensuality, as if to preview for him her oral skills. He pulled his finger out of her mouth and she let it go with a reluctant pop.

“Listen, you big lug, I’m supposed to pick up my boyfriend at the airport in an hour. That means I need to leave here in thirty minutes.”

“That’s not enough time for all the things I want to do to you.”

“Geez, give you
an in inch and you take a mile,” Ashley laughed but Dante remained intense.

“
How about you don’t pick him up at the airport. That would give us an hour and a half.”

“What?
You want me to leave my boyfriend at the airport?”

“Yeah.”

“You are such a selfish jerk. I would never do that to him.”

Jack felt pride. His Ashley did care for him. It was exciting to see her talk about him, without him
around, in her own true element, even if she was doing it while standing in the arms of another man.

“Alright,”
Dante sighed and he released her from his embrace, “I guess some other time then.” He turned to go, leaving Ashley standing in her kitchen with her breasts exposed.

Jack’s mind raced. If this guy left now, the damage could be repaired. There was no great
harm done. He could forgive Ashley this one premarital indiscretion.

“Wait!
” she said. Dante turned to watch her pull her tank top off and toss it to the floor. “We still have thirty minutes. Plenty of time for me to suck your big cock.”

She took him by the hand and marched
brazenly, with an excited skip, toward her bed. Jack retreated back a step as the two came right up to the doors of her closet, stopping at the foot of her bed where Ashley pushed this towering man backwards onto the sheets. She kicked off her shoes as he reached for the waistband of her tight pants and roughly pulled them down.

Ashley stood before this black stud
, posing for him as he drank her in. She wore only a skimpy pair of white thong panties that had a fine patch of embroidered fabric to serve as a modest cover for her neatly trimmed pussy.

“You got a killer body, girl. I am gonna enjoy fucking the daylights out of you.”

“No you won’t. I’m just giving you a blowjob. I only have sex with my boyfriend. Now I gotta see what you’ve been pleasing all these ladies with under here,” she said as she dropped to her knees only a couple feet from where Jack was hiding.

Jack’s e
yes were as big as saucers. Ashley never ever offered to suck on his penis and always accused him of being disrespectful when he asked.

She grabbed with noticeable enthusiasm the waistband of this stud’s shorts and pulled them down his long, muscular legs. Then she edged in closer between his legs, her bare elegant back loo
ked like a white swan framed against dark granite rock. Her fingers gently coursed over the formidable shaft stretching his white boxer shorts. She murmured in approval and drew her tongue across her lips in anticipation. Her eyes blazed with excitement as she pulled those boxers down.

Out flopped an enormous cock, so surprising and beautiful, it made both Ashley and Jack gasp at the same exact time. Tentative at first, Ashley placed her dainty fingers upon it, unable to fully encircle it, hefting it up and cooing
in admiration.

“I knew you’d be huge from the first moment I laid eyes on you,” she said with a husky voice.

“And I knew you’d be sucking my dick from the first moment I laid eyes on you.”

“God, you are such an arrogant bastard. I’m so glad you’re
not my boyfriend,” she scowled and with that, Jack watched in utter befuddlement, as his sweet little Ashley proceeded to give this man the hottest, slowest, most delectable blowjob he had ever seen.

She had never put her mouth on Jack’s penis yet now her tongue wetly encircled this man’s obscenely large cock head. Then she drew her tongue all the way down to his base and up again. She looked into his eyes as she did it, like she wanted to watch him crack from the pleasure, to wipe that arrogant smirk off his face.

But he just looked down at her with a knowing smile.

She closed her eyes and gave in to the joy of it. Her blond hair bobbing up and down, falling around his cock, as she explored every inch with her tongue until the entire thing glistened and dribbled with her salvia.

He ran his long fingers into her blond hair and pulled the locks away, so that he could better admire her pretty white face on his coal black cock.

Then she parted her lips and much to Jack’s utter amazement, ambitiously slid that monster cock down her throat. She made it a third of the way down before stopping and coming back up for air, a considerable length for a novice like her. She didn’t waste a breath before going back down, swallowing him in earnest.

Dante grunted in appreciation and his grunts seemed to give her confidence, making her whole naked upper body undulate with the movements of her head and mouth. One of her hands slid slowly up and down his shaft as her slobber dribbled down to his balls. Her other hand was between her legs, massaging her clit. She made a muffled whimpering sound and her body shivered in another uncontrollable orgasm.

When she came up for air again,
Dante spoke.

“Where’d you learn to give head, girl?”

“From watching movies. My boyfriend likes interracial porn. He’d faint if he saw me like this. I guess he got me thinking about it.”

“S
hhh,” Dante silenced her. “So you’ve never done this before?”

She shook her head, meekly. “If you don’t like it, then teach me how to please you.”

“I like it but ya need to take the whole shaft for me to love it.”

“What?” She gasped, “The whole thing?
I couldn’t possibly, it’s so…”

“Shhh,” he put his finger over her lips and she quieted down but her blue eyes still blinked up at him anxiously.

“Do you trust me?” He asked.

After a moment, she bit her lip and nodded.

“Good,” he said as he took a firmer grip of the ponytail he had made of her blond hair in his ham-sized fist. “Now hold both of your hands behind your back. Can you do that for me, Ashley?”

Uncertainly, she clasped both her hands behind her back, looked back up at him and nodded. He winked at her in encouragement then pulled
her hair so that she let out a little gasp of pain. Her mouth open, he pushed her head down onto his dick, the obscene purple head passing between her dainty lips.

She made a muffled protest as he continued t
o push her down. Her blue eyes looking up at him, fearful yet also adoring.

When she gagged, h
e kept her there. Her whole body instinctively resisted, trying to pull back up for air but his powerful arm held her like a vice, pushing her further down, past the halfway point.

It didn’t seem possible for her to take more and Jack’s heart spiked in panic as he realized his sweet Ashley was choking. Dark mascara tinged tears rolled down her cheeks. Between the gags she was squealing, or trying her best
to make some noise with his cock three quarters of the way down her throat. Her hands still dutifully clasped behind her back.

Jack dropped to his knees and groped around for his cell phone again, this time he’d really call the police. This man didn’t care about her.
Clearly, this maniac was in homicidal pursuit of his own pleasure. But all Jack came up with was a pair of her panties which he clinged to, for some reason, as if the pink, frilly fabric with poke-a-dots could keep them safe.

With only a second
of oxygen in her lungs to spare, he yanked her head off his cock and she coughed and spluttered, a gob of salvia and pre-cum dribbling off her bottom lip and landing on her breasts. Then in the same moment that it would take a dolphin to jump up over the sea and splash back into the water, his dear Ashley dove back down again onto that cock, taking it back to the halfway point enthusiastically.

Dante
faced fucked her in earnest then. Pulling her head by the hair, up and down. It seemed viscous to Jack but her protests turned to moans and her hands, he noted sadly, her elegant hands remained ever so obediently clasped behind her back.

The stud came
loudly while she squealed in surprise and gratification. His cum poured out of her mouth, even with her lips wrapped around the base of his dick, her nose nestled in his coarse pubic hair.

When he
was done, he pulled her off and tossed her aside, falling backwards onto the bed. Ashley fell back too, languidly onto the carpet at his feet. She licked her lips. She wiped the cum off her chin and fed it back into her mouth.

“Mmm,” she said with a low laugh, eye level with his now slightly subsiding erection, “I wish I didn’t have to go pick up Jack from the airport.”

“You don’t.”

“Yes I do. I need to clean myself up and go or I’ll be late.”

“What you have to do is get on your back and spread your legs in the air.”

Ashley let out a surprising laugh at that. “Even if you did have the energy to go another round, I can’t leave him waiting for me at the airport!”

Dante propped himself up on his elbows and looked across the bed at her, very serious.

“I do have the energy. Isn’t your boyfriend old enough to find his own way here?
”

“You want me to stand him up
just so you can fuck me.”

“Yeah.”

“That is so mean and selfish.”

Dante
sat up, took Ashley by the hand and pulled her up onto him. She willingly followed, settling into his lap. He hooked his thumb around the flimsy band of her thong.

“With LA rush hour traffic, we’ll have a good two hours to ourselves.” He said as he easily lifted her off his lap and onto the bed, moving his body over hers. She was under him now, admiring his towering torso as he loomed over her.

“You’re so bad. I can’t believe I’m even having this conversation.”

“You’re not having this conversation because I’m done talking.”

He pulled the thong by the band and ripped it apart, chucking the shorn article of clothing over his shoulder where it hit the door of the closet.

“W
ait,” she said, breathless. Jack thought she was going to tell him to leave but instead she asked, “Shouldn’t we use a condom?”