Charles the Cuck 7
In the main event, it's James and Alda, fucking like rabbits while Charles can only watch the recorded video of his wife with James.
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Charles’s heart drops. What could this mean that James has claimed his wife’s ass? He groans audibly, placing his hand over his mouth to try to stop himself, but it’s too late, and his cellmate looks over the edge, snickering wildly.
“What’s the matter, Whitebread?” asks the cellie. “You thought this would be one and done? Nah, man, it’s been forever since James found himself a fine piece of ass. Your wife’s is his now. Best just be happy he didn’t claim her mouth as his alone, too.”
“Alda,” Charles whimpers, “I’m so sorry.”
“Finish watching the video,” says the cellmate. “Or she would have done all this for nothing. I’ll tell the boss you pussied out, and then all your protection is gone, right?”
Charles nods, returning to watching the video, biting his lip, and fighting the stirring within his body.
James looms over Alda, his large, bulky, fat, sweaty body pressing up against her hooker-dressed form. That fat, colossal cock presses itself to her asshole again, but this time with her butt lubed up with her own spit both from his finger and his cock. The head pushes itself in, filling her without the use of protection.
Alda squeezes her eyes shut, fighting against the feeling of being so overly full. She claws at the floor. Her tits and cheeks are cold against the nasty stuff, her back and ass warm from the weight and exertion of the man on top of her. The slime of his sweat rubs against her, allowing him to slip up and down over her as he pushes and enlarges the hole between her cheeks.
“Good… Daaammn…” he groans as he finally gets himself all the way in deep inside her. He holds onto the position for a bit, panting, nodding, chuckling. “Been so long… since I could find a slut to take me so good.” He laughs, rolling out his tongue and licking at her ear.
Alda shudders.
“Now, the real fun starts.
With that, he pulls back, and with much more force than his initial entry, he shoves himself, thrusting deep into her, slapping his hips against her body.
Alda gasps, her eyes widening. With another thrust, they roll back in her head. With another, her tongue rolls out of her mouth. With another, her gasps rise up to fill the room.
In his bed, Charles breathes quickly through his fingers, the sound of his wife’s gasps filling the room.
“Damn, if you’re not gonna crank it to that,” says his cellmate, “hope you don’t mind if I do.” He snickers at that.
Charles squirms uncomfortably, not wanting to acknowledge the boner between his legs.
James’s voice returns him to the moment. The big man growls into Alda’s ear as he continues humping her, filling her up, his balls slapping against her in loud wet plapping slaps. “You got anything, ngh, to say, ha, bitch?”
“C… Charles…!” she calls out, gasping.
Charles sobs.
“I… I love you… s… so much!” she gasps
“Uh-huh,” says James, wrapping his arms around Alda’s stomach. He fires up his thrusting, shoving harder and quicker into her, going, “plap, slap slap, plap!”
“Ah, I’m, oh, doing, gah, this, nmm, for, yu-aah, youu!”
James lifts her up, resting her now on his lap. This gives Charles not only a view of his wife’s body but of that big fat cock she’s bouncing her on, using his firm, large arms to lift and throw her down.
Her petite form cannot take that without showing off the bulge in her stomach, stretching her out, making her lean back against James, making her scream.
“That’s right, nf, White bread,” James says, kissing her neck. “Your wife is screaming for me. Hah, lucky for you, she still loves ya. How sweet. Now, bitch, work it to show how much you care!”
At that point, she lifts her arms, placing her hands on the back of her head. Her tits bounce, escaping from her small top. She rolls her body. Her eyes flutter, her mouth quirks into a smile. There’s nothing else to it but to admit that she’s actually enjoying herself at this.
How long did it take for her to realize?
Would Charles ever know?
All he can know is that she pushes her chest out and screams, reaching her orgasm, her anus quivering, her pussy squirting, spraying the camera.
James groans, too, and white ooze shoots out from under her, coating the floor and their thighs, making Charles realize that James had just finished inside his wife.
“Ha…. Da… damn…” James says, pulling out from her and letting her fall to the floor.
Alda lies there, catching her breath, shaking her head, looking at the camera with such love. “I… I’m sorry, Charles…” she coos. “But… I think… I think I’m starting… to…”
“Don’t matter,” says James, taking the camera.
“Now then, White bread. If you haven’t already, go ahead and go back to the beginning, and feel free to choke your chicken. Consider that an extra gift to ya.
“And relax, my man. You have my back. You gave me the best bitch in the prison. You’ll live like a prince, sitting at my side at the table. No one will ever fuck with you, and that’s because you’re Charles the Cuck, and the bull protects his cuck.”