1. Ingrid: her story


    Date: 10/16/2015, Categories: Cuckold, Author: singlecuckold, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    his cock didn’t look so bad at all: a little smaller than Willem’s, but with a nice dark red head, fittingly pining. It was a bit of a pity to forgo that dick, but well, a woman’s eyes also need something nice to look at. And a stiff cock is more exciting to look at, than when its owner had just come. He looked at me as a man obsessed, as if he wanted to take me then and there … no, not ‘as if’. I imagined Jan’s face when he’d see what he had to miss tonight, and I felt so hot … what a bitch I was. But I couldn’t feel really guilty about it. Willem asked, “Who’s your choice now?” Ha, he can’t contain himself anymore. But you’ll have to have some more patience, guys. Be all patient and all yearning. We were all completely naked now, except for my stockings and shoes. It was time to let Willem come closer. So we played a new card game. If I won I would give an erotic order to the man who lost. But if one of them won, he could only order things without touching me. If he wanted to touch me he could ask me, but he couldn’t order anything. As a true feminist on high heels I was keeping all the reins. The first time I won from Jan. He looked at me fearfully and expectantly. I let him pour some wine. Then Willem won. He let me masturbate with my breasts. Now I felt how excited I was already, for immediately I felt a little fiery line from my tits to my cunt, and there was a feeling of something starting to boil in my loins. Willem even had the impudence to ask if I could come like ...
    that. That almost made me come at once, but I didn’t want an orgasm already. My orgasm should be for Willem that night, with zero distance between our bodies. I didn’t want to come when Willem’s divine body was not yet connected to mine. And so I had to stop this delightful massaging of my breast, ordered by my lover whom I so dearly wanted to enchant. So we played on. Now Jan won, and he asked if he could kiss my legs. Well, no, of course you can’t. But I didn’t say that. I said yes. But very bitchily I allowed him only to kiss the heels of my shoes. Oh well, that should be nice enough for this high heels fetishist. Yes, I would throw a little crumb at him every now and then, just enough to foster his illusory hope, to keep him passionately enslaved by his feelings. I was astounded by my own meanness, but my groin said, ‘More of this! More! This is so delightful, so delightful!’ And then finally I won a round from Willem. Finally I could ask him to come closer. I let him kiss my neck and my breasts. And oh, he did, tickling my neck with his lips, and then he sucked my aching nipples oh Willem don’t stop I’ve longed for you so long, oh fine, delicious, the fiery line from my nipples to my crotch starts to flow again, but you must not yet satisfy me now, you must do that later with your delicious cock, but if you go on I’ll explode, let it happen anyway, I’ll scream if you go on and I’ll feel like screaming if you stop … And then of course he stopped. Of course. He knew the ...
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