Charles the Cuck 6
Story by TikTikKobold on SoFurry
James prepares Alda for the main event, but she doesn't seem like she totally hates it. Could she secretly enjoy this new scenario?
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James slaps Alda’s ass, giving her cheek a firm grip. “This is the position of a girl who knows how to handle a cock,” he says. “You ever let your husband fuck your ass?” He asks this, leaning in over her. He presses his middle finger up against her mouth. “Suck on this, bitch.”
She whimpers, turning her head away, but he frees his other hand to grab her head, twisting it to get to his hand. “I said, suck, bitch, or your man gets it!”
She barely opens her mouth, but that’s enough for James to shove his finger inside. “Make sure to get it nice and wet. You got it. We’re gonna need it.
Her tongue lashes around the length of the digit, lathering it up with the mixture of frothy fluids that she and James had just made, bouncing her head on it much like she did with his cock.
“That’s good,” he says, pulling his finger out, but he makes sure to hook it against her cheek so that when the finger exits, it makes a POP. This display, of course, makes the man laugh, chuckling like a giddy little kid. “Ah, it’s always fun to play you sluts like a god-damned musical instrument.”
Alda remains quiet, licking her lips and bearing the humiliation. However, her face is visible to Charles when she is turned. She sighs, keeping her hips pushed up, and then gritting her teeth when the digit she had just sucked off pushes itself into her asshole.
“This better come out without any extra chocolate!” James says, pushing his finger inside, twisting it, and pumping. “Mmm yeah, white girl ass. There’s nothing quite like it.”
Alda pants, pawing at the ground before her, huffing and puffing as she feels that thing hungrily curl and pump and swirl, spreading her out, preparing her with its wettened state for the main event. “Ah… ha... Nghh…!”
“You ever do this with your husband, huh? You ever do anal?”
“N…. Nugh…. Noo…” she answers, shifting to make it less uncomfortable, no, more pleasurable.
“That right?” he says, chuckling, leaning in, his warm, sweaty body pressing against her back. His humid, growling breath is on her ear. “But this ain’t the first time you’ve had anal, is it?”
She gulps, sighing out in a growl. “N… nuuuh….”
He pulls his finger out, letting it appear in a POP again. “You ever tell your husband about your previous sexcapades?”
Tears well up in her eyes, and she sniffles, “n… nooooh…”
“Ah ha!” the Prison King shouts. “I knew it. The Cuck and the Slut. The whitest story for the whitest of white bread and his hot as fuck French wife.”
“Just… just do it,” Alda whines. “Get it over with.”
“Your first anal in a long time?” He asks, moving his hand up. He hooks it into her mouth, pulling at her lips and making her smile. “Look at that, nice and clean, ain’t it? You must have spent all morning douching yourself like a good slut. Must have felt great, didn’t it?”
“Eeeeeeeeeeh!?”
Meanwhile, Charles sits in his bed, his eyes widening, his mouth agape. His cellmate laughs. “Holy fuck, man, that’s incredible! How the hell didn’t you know your wife is such a slut?”
Charles swallows and pushes himself up, letting out a quick sound, but he stops, covering up his crotch with his pillow.
“Fuck dude, are you getting off to your wife getting fucked by someone else? Getting fucked by a criminal? Not as big of a criminal as you, but a criminal nonetheless.”
“I didn’t,” Charles begins. “It wasn’t…” he tries again. “I’m not…” he is defeated, keeping his head low. The screen’s glow reflects off his face as he watches, unable to tear his face away.
At this point, James has his cock right up in that stretched and primed hole, though he doesn’t push in quite yet. Instead, he holds it there, letting the sensitive skin at the entrance kiss his cock. He continues to play with her face, making her make all sorts of lewd and pig-like looks over toward the camera. “You see this, White Bread? You see how your wife lets me do whatever the fuck I want with her? I got you to thank for this!” He says. “You gave her to me, and because of that, I will take care of you. Your time here will be without pain, and on top of all that, you get yourself free porno of your wife to jerk off to. Won’t that be fun?”
Charles gasps, clutching at his chest. He tries to take deep, slow breaths. Even when he closes his eyes and tries to keep himself from seeing, feeling, and hearing a squeal from his wife or a groan from his Alda, it always brings him back to the moment. It always brings him back to seeing her contorted in so many slutty ways. She’s letting it all happen to her. Does that mean… does that mean she’s enjoying it?
He cannot know what is on her mind at this moment. Could he have ever known what was truly going through his wife’s heart?
“The main event’s coming up, White Bread. I think that’ll be the last time I talk directly to ya,” James says. “I’m gonna enjoy this fine piece of ass. I’m gonna cum in it as a courtesy to you. After all, I don’t want no kid. You wouldn’t be able to raise the little fuck anyway, so this ass is mine, and if you ever get out of here, don’t you ever fuckin’ think of sticking that tiny white dick of yours into my hole, MY ass, got it?”
Embarrassingly, Charles squeaks a “Got it!” to the video file.
Because of this, his cellmate breaks into raucous laughter, clutching his sides and kicking the air. “Hahahahaheeehohoeaaa!”
Those sounds, all the sounds, Charles will never, ever forget.