Making and breaking of a cuckold – 7 The walk of shame
“Not yet Max”.
“Listen up peepee. Sometimes I’ll want to ream out your wife’s holes at my place and I expect you to chauffeur her over, wearing your cap, of course”.
“Yes Boss”.
“When you bring her to me, you will escort her to the door and present her to me. Then you will kneel at my feet and beg me to give your woman the satisfaction you’re incapable of”.
“Yes Boss”. This was ridiculous. Max had already proven himself to be in charge, there was no need to rub my nose in it like this, especially in front of Gemma. A quick glance at her, though, revealed that she was relishing every moment of my submission to this stud.
“I then require you to go back to your car and stand there at attention until I’ve stretched all my whore’s holes and they’re dribbling with my cum. Yes, just like you did today when you stood by your car cuckold. You enjoyed that, didn’t you?”
“Yes Boss”. This was becoming excruciating. I hated standing beside the car today. Gemma wriggled in her chair, pupils dilated; she was clearly turned on by witnessing my being dissected by her lover, my new Master.
