Cuck's Closet: Watch and Weep (3 page)

“No,”
Dante replied as he placed her long legs onto his muscular shoulders.

“But…” her prot
est trailed off as Dante put the head of his huge cock onto the folds of her tight little pussy, “Promise me you’ll go slow. My boyfriend is nowhere near your size.”

And then she arched her back underneath his biceps and threw her head back and let out a deeply sexual moan. It was a sound Jack had never heard from her before. He realized, with some sense of awe, that this was her very first orgasmic moan wrought from the sensations of a
cock.

Somewhere, inside, Jack felt honored to be able to witness it. He realized that he loved every single side of his sweet Ashley, even the sides of her that she never showed while in his presence. He loved her when she was prim and proper and demure. He also loved her now when she was uninhibited, primal and lustful. She would never behave this way with him when in bed, Jack marveled, as he watched her thrashing her head and clawing at the
muscular back of an alpha male.

Jack realized
that he would be in this closet for some time. Enough time for him to get comfortable. Jack clumsily reached for the belt on his tuxedo. He didn’t bother to be quiet since Ashley was making a great deal of noise. In no time, his shoes and pants were cast aside and Jack was rubbing her pink panties onto his thin, straining little dick.

“You’re so big!” She cried as the stud’s cock reached the halfway point.
Dante smiled down at her white body writhing beneath him, tits bouncing, her hands fluttering about his neck and his chest like a couple of skittish bunny rabbits. Dante settled himself at this stage for a moment, letting her get used to it, until her pelvis instinctively beckoned him in further with extremely sexual undulations.

Dante
thrust the rest of his entire cock into her then, in one sudden, aggressive thrust and Ashley’s entire being seemed electrocuted by his manhood. Her legs shot up straight to the ceiling and her nails clawed into his ripped back muscles and she screamed loud enough for dogs across the street to start barking in alarm and for a flock of birds to take flight from nearby trees. 

Jack tugged himself and came so hard he slumped over in the closet and passed out.

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Chapter Two: Dante’s Command

When he came to he didn’t know how much time had passed. He was naked from the waist down and he was curled up in a fetal position on the floor of her closet. The light in the room seemed dimmer, as the afternoon had clearly wore on. It was quiet in the room and Jack wondered, with a sense of worry, if he had been unconscious for the entire sexual encounter. Maybe Ashley had left the apartment to pick him up from the airport.

But he soon realized that there was more when he heard the deep and commanding voice of
Dante cut through the afternoon quiet.

“Face d
own, ass up.” The voice commanded.

Jack peeked out through the slats again to see Ashley position herself as commanded. It looked like the coupling lovers were about to start another round and Jack wondered if his Ashley remembered him at all. Her cheeks were ruddy and flushed like she had just run a marathon. Her long blond hair was a tangled mess with strands matted to her brow from sweat.

The two had wound up positioned on the bed so that she faced the closet, holding herself up by her elbows, hands gripping the sheets. Though she was looking right in his direction, Jack could clearly see she had no clue her college sweetheart was there, only a few feet away, touching himself as he watched her every expression closely.

She turned to look back over her tiny shoulder at the broad shouldered black man who was getting behind her. She waved her hips, wagging her big ass sexually at the man.
Dante slapped his hand onto her butt cheek with a deafening crack. When she turned back toward the closet, she knitted her brow and whimpered impatiently.

Dante
reached forward, grabbed her delicate shoulder, his big meaty fingers curling over her clavicle, encircling her neck. She stared into the closet, almost right at Jack, as she started to hyperventilate, her eyes alighted by a demonic fire, like she had become a woman possessed. 

Then
Dante thrust into her forcefully and pulled her back onto him. She arched her back again and her tits bounced and she screamed.

“FUCK!”

Jack never heard her swear before. He was astonished.

“FUCK ME! FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG COCK! YOU’RE SO MUCH BIGGER THAN MY BOYFRIEND! I LOVE YOUR COCK!”

Dante banged into her with rapid-fire thrusts. Shockwaves rippled up and down her body, shaking her tits violently. The whole bed seemed to move across the floor from the savagery of it. The lovers were in a primal, ancient and vital state of mind. Their movements in complete tune with each other, with her submission to his direction complete. He reached forward and grabbed her arms. She fell forward into the sheets. He pulled her back but the arms, into him, lifting her up and her screams escalated to an even higher level.

This time during the copulation session Jack managed to hold out long enough to witness
Dante cumming deep inside his girl, the woman he knew right then and there he had to marry. The bull grunted loudly several times while Ashley tried to squirm away, fight him off and orgasm all at the same time. Huge gobs of cum seemed to splutter out from her pussy, off his immense bull-like balls and drain down into a puddle on the sheets beneath them.

For his part Jack spattered the closet door once again with his own exploding, yet depleting, jism. Again the experience was so very intense that Jack fell over, landing softly on a pile of cloths.

Jack had no idea that his classy little lady wanted to make love this way and he felt a little wounded. She should have told him she wanted it rough. He always treated her like a goddess, with reverence. He put her on a pedestal and treated her with total respect in public and in the private. Jack would have at least tried to provide this for her, though Jack instantly admitted to himself, he never truly could, not with this level of authenticity. This alpha male was bull headed and selfish in a way Jack was not. Dante wasn’t playing a role. He truly was treating Ashley like a whore.

In the bedroom,
Dante collapsed atop of Ashley and the two lovers were caressing each other in the shared after-glow of their simultaneous orgasm. Ashley cooed and giggled. She certainly didn’t seem to mind the way Dante had just treated her body as his personal fuck toy, Jack thought. During the interlude of rest, Jack went on to wonder what would happen to his relationship with Ashley. Could they still get married? Were they even dating? Did she even still want to be his girlfriend?

Jack was seized with fear. What if she discovered him in here and got incredibly angry? Or worse, thought he was a weird pervert jerking off into her panties while she got railed on the bed only a few feet away? She might be breaking up with him anyway but if she saw him, it would give her good cause.

“Shit,” she said almost as if she could read her boyfriend’s thoughts, “I guess Jack is going to wonder where the hell I am. His plane landed ten minutes ago.”

Ashley
rolled over to her nightstand and picked up her cell phone.

“What are you gonna tell him about us?”
Dante said, half yawning. “You’re gonna keep this on the DL, right?”

Ashley shook her head sadly. “I don’t know. This is so… crazy. I can’t process right now. I don’t like to lie but… I don’t think he can handle it. He’ll be dev
astated.”

“Don’t break up with him, whatever you do. I don’t want you thinking you’re my girlfriend because you’re not.”

Ashley rolled her eyes, “What makes you think I want to be? Hate to say it, but you’re not boyfriend material.”

Dante
slapped her naked ass and laughed heartily, “I am very glad we understand each other.”

Ashley turned back to her phone and mused, “He hasn’t called me yet.
Usually he calls right when he lands.”

“
Maybe his phone is dead.”

“
He’ll probably be standing out there waiting for me. He’s so patient. He’ll probably wait awhile. That’s so sad.”

“Well, sad for him but not for us.”

“What do you mean?” She said, dropping her phone back onto the floor as Dante pulled her body back across the bed into his embrace.

“We can safely add an extra hour before he walks through that door.”

Jack glanced down at his own wiener, already raw from self-abuse and it pained him to see it begin to grow hard again. He had to admit though, Ashley looked lovely in this man’s arms. Seen together these two perfect physiques were erotic napalm. Watching Ashley’s pure pleasure gave Jack a deep sense of shared gratification. He was so deeply connected to this girl and he cared about her so much that he wanted her to have this. Clearly it was part of who she was and he would never stand in her way.

But would his Ashley accept his forgiveness and be able to continue their lives together as if this never happened? Could she even look at him as the man in her life or would she forever perceive him as spineless, weak and in some way, revolting?

Jack started to fret. He needed to get out of this closet without her ever knowing he was in here. If she could keep her affair a secret, then he could feign ignorance and maintain some modicum of dignity in her eyes. They could keep on as always. He could still propose and she might even still say yes.

He snapped out of his fevered reveries when he heard the music. Ashley was sitting up in bed, leaning over
Dante to hit play on her sound system and the room filled with the lovely Joni Mitchell. The song was from the mix he had selected for her, Jack realized. A solid hour of songs he had purchased as an expression of his feelings for her. Now she languidly draped her body over the stud’s midsection and began licking off her own juices from his sizeable yet flaccid cock. Mixed into the romantic music were the sounds of Ashley slurping.

Jack knew he should probably put
on his pants to make a hasty escape at the first opportunity, perhaps when the two lovers decided to take a shower together but instead he found himself removing his jacket and unbuttoning his shirt, disrobing entirely to better vicariously enjoy the next lovemaking session that was about to start. With Ashley already well broken in to the size of him this one promised to be a long one, less urgent and more familiar.

Ashley
swallowed his growing manhood voluntarily now, taking him to an impressive depth. She seemed determined to finally swallow him entirely without gagging. It took ten minutes but by the end of it she had managed it. Dante grunted in appreciation and Jack almost felt like applauding, he was so proud.

She popped his cock out of her mouth, a strand of her salvia clinging to the tip of his dick. Greedily she licked her lips and climbed up on top of him, throwing one of her legs over his
muscular abs.

Grabbing hold of his rock hard meat she guided it up toward her hovering pussy. Then she slowly sank down, pausing in her passage down to let her body quiver in a tiny orgasm, then continuing to sink until the next micro orgasm shivered through her. It was another long ride, the entire length of
Rhianna’s sultry song, one of Jack’s favorites on the mix, but by the end her luscious ass was resting on the base of his cock, the small of her back was arched to better accept him, her white hand was spread across the center of his black chest for support and her other hand grabbed one of her tits and tweaked her own nipple while she stared down into the eyes of her lover panting.

Ashley’s pelvic movements were minute but the sensations were monumental, judging from the sounds she made. She tossed her head back and cried out to the ceiling as she fucked herself on the stud’s huge cock. She rode up half way and dropped herself down, faster this time, putting her full weight behind it so that he filled her even more deeply.

“You like my cock don’t you Ashley,” he said.

“I wish my boyfriend had a cock like yours,” she whimpered.

“Are you gonna come see me while he’s here?”

She didn’t respo
nd as she rose up on him, her chest thrust up toward the ceiling, her breasts bouncing as she came back down.

“Are you gonna sneak away and get some more of my deep dicking?”

Ashley whimpered as another orgasm rippled through her and she began to bounce more vigorously.

“Answer me, bitch.”
Dante growled as she slapped her jiggling ass and her movements became wilder, her body arching in waves like a bull rider.

“Yes!” She finally hissed between clenched teeth, “Yes! I will do anything for more of your cock! Yes! My boyfriend has such a limp little dick, I have to have you again! Please fuck me! Please fuck me hard! I need a real man!”

Their conversation seemed to turn everyone on, including Jack who surprised himself by channeling the humiliation into another furious jerk off session.

Ashley frantically impaled herself repeatedly on
Dante, her whole body covered in a sheen of sweat. Her climax was loud, drowning out the soft music and Jack’s own muffled cry as he milked out the last drop of semen left in his balls. Dante for his part gripped the headboard and pushed up, sending Ashley high up above the bed, her hips receiving his cum with an undulating motion, a movement as ancient as sex itself.