The Personality Test: Cuckold
By Draven Mesmer
I had to do a double take when I arrived at Trance Tower. The two ladies at the reception desk were gorgeous. One was a blonde bombshell and the other an ebony goddess. They were so beautiful it took me a second to why I was here.
“Good morning, Sir. How can we serve you?” The Black girl said.
“I…uhm, I’m here for the personality test,” I said, trying to avert my eyes from her tits.
“Oh really? Are you sure?” The Black girl said.
“Yeahhh, heh, yes. I’m quite sure. Ha ha,” I said, laughing nervously.
Both receptionists looked at each other dubiously. I gathered they had already prejudged me as not Trance Inc. material. Ouch. I planted my feet and tried to look more confident and like somebody that deserved to be there. Or at least like somebody who was too old to be taking attitude from a pair of bimbos notwithstanding of how out of my league they were.
“Are you Mr. Pusey?” The blonde said.
“Yes. Just call me, Jerry,” I said, nodding.
She smirked. “Okay good, the testing room is down that hall and first door on the left,” The blonde said, pointing with her hand.
“Thanks,” I said, accepting a visitor badge.
“Good luck, Mr. Pusey!” The black girl said.
I heard snickering behind me as I made my way to the testing room. I was going to have to take a personality test to work for this company. I already had a job, but they gave the promotion I wanted to an arrogant prick half my age and related to the boss. Therefore, it was time for an upgrade or a side grade at a bare minimum.
Once I got to the room, I realized all the other applicants were also half my age. A real fresh out of college looking crowd and they were all beautiful or handsome. Ah, now I know why the receptionists wondered aloud if I was in the wrong place. I was closer to 40 than 30 and became all the more aware of it. A girl with lovely legs and a silver pen sat beside an Asian girl with big tits and a whole arsenal of regular pens.
I was getting the distinct impression that this company cared more about looks than brains.
Whatever, I got myself a doughnut from the refreshment table and prepared myself for the exam. By which I mean I kept my head down and tried not to ogle at the gorgeous 23-year-old sluts too much. I thought of my wife that I love and is beautiful and will hopefully bare my children soon if the fertility Gods/doctors are kind.
A beautiful woman walked in. She had to be roughly 28 or so. Her breasts were large enough to make me wonder if she had implants. Her big glasses were an odd contrast to her otherwise bombshell appearance. Her blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail. She was holding a big stack of papers in her hands. She wore a white office blouse with a pinstripe skirt. She was wearing nylons with a pair of stiletto high heels. She made clickety clack noises as she walked.
“Good Morning, everyone, I’m Natasha and welcome to headquarters of Trance Inc. Today we will be conducting the personality tests that will help us determine if you are suitable to our corporate needs. This test was designed by our best scientists to reveal your truest self. It’s actually one of our best kept secrets here so don’t share the questions with anyone else. That’s a direct order,” Natasha said wagging her finger scornfully, but with a smile that told us she was only half-serious.
That drew a round of laughter from the test takers that helped lower the tension in the room. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. I was pretty sure a personality test was only good for figuring out who the biggest brown noser was.
Whatever, I took a seat and accepted a test from Natasha. I noticed a fragrance in the air. At first, I thought it was her perfume but then I realized it was coming from the paper in my hands. It was a smooth relaxing smell that reminded me of flower gardens and vineyards. It kind of made me want a glass of wine to go with my doughnut.
“Question 2. I prefer a clean workplace,”
Well, the correct answer was obviously ‘strongly agree’ so I circled the letter A. I’ve been in enough cubicle farms to know what they want to hear. I wondered if any of these recent graduates were dumb enough to say they didn’t care.
The personality test was pretty standard stuff. I’m pretty sure lots of companies use similar tests all over the place. I wondered why Natasha thinks hers is so unique and special.
“Question 13. Dark magic compels you to obey,”
I looked at the question for a long time. Something about that one was odd, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. Oh well, clearly everyone wants loyal employees, so I circled A for strongly agree once again.
“Question 21. I think anal sex is BLANK,
- Pleasurable
- Painful
- Dirty
- Degrading
- All of the Above
I snorted as I saw that question. I recalled the one and only time my wife and I tried butt stuff. We drank a lot of beer and pizza that night which in hindsight was probably a bad idea. We ended up buying new bedsheets entirely. I circled the letter C.
“Question 25. I like watching porn,”
What the hell? Are they allowed to ask questions like that? I snorted a laugh at the ridiculousness of it all.
“Is there a problem Mr. Pusey?” Natasha said, standing over me.
“Some of these questions are…weird,” I said, my voice trailing off.
“These questions tell us who you are. Just answer them honestly,” Natasha said, looking at me.
I felt myself growing uncomfortable. Was Natasha just a test or was she directly involved in who got hired? Maybe it wasn’t such a great idea to piss her off. There was something else though. A greasy shadowy voice in the back of my head that told me to shut the fuck up and do what I’m told.
“Yes, I will answer honestly,” I said, looking down at my test.
“Good boy,” Natasha said.
I took a deep breath and absorbed the strange fragrance of the test. I reconsidered question 25. I watched lots of porn now that I think about it. I mean, we all do, right? My wife has her romance novels she thinks I don’t know about it. I get a boner watching her read in the gazebo in the backyard these days. I usually head upstairs and watch a bit of porn knowing that she was going to be in the mood when she came inside. Not to mention all the weekends she or I travel for work. I circled the letter A, strongly agree.
An hour later, the test was done and we are just sort of hanging out drinking coffee and making small talk. Natasha called people’s name one at a time and took them somewhere else to debrief people on their results. I found myself going last even after people whose name ended in W or Z which was vaguely insulting.
“Oh, you’re still here?” Natasha said, at almost 3:00PM.
“Yes, maybe you skipped me,” I said.
“Maybe, come along,” Natasha said.
“Yes, Ma’am,” I said, falling in stride behind her.
We went to a small room with a desk and couch. There was a video camera pointed at the couch. She sat on the edge of her desk while I took a seat in a couch. Something about this setup seemed vaguely familiar and not in a good way.
“Do you know what kind of personality you are, Mr. Pusey?” Natasha said smirking.
“Uh, no, that’s what I came here for,” I said smiling.
“Right, I’ll let you read the results of your test and then we’ll talk,” Natasha said.
She ed me another sheet of paper. It told me my score and there was a graph with a dot in the bottom left corner indicating which quadrant of the possible results I fell into. Then it proceeded to tell me exactly what sort of man I was and didn’t give me the bad news gently.
According to your answers, you are a cuckold slave. People with your personality are very shy and slow to stand up for yourself. Cuckold slaves excel at working with women because they are helpful and do not expect any reward. You struggle to work with males because of your jealously and envy. Deep down, you know you are inferior and can never measure up to alpha males. You are a beta male that needs to be told what to do.
You will obey any command women give you. This will make you incredibly horny hoping it will lead to something more (it won’t). The more women reject you the more submissive and obedient you become desperate for their approval. You masturbate to the thought of your woman getting fucked. Your Master is an alpha bully that you both fear and love. When the Master fucks your woman with his alpha cock, you can’t help but ire how huge and impressive it is. You stroke your cock wishing you could be him. Losers like you watch porn almost constantly because they’re too pathetic to get laid. You’ve been watching real men have all the fun for so long you’ve internalized being cucked as your deepest desire. You love being cuckolded by superior men like your Lord and Master.
You will divulge nothing of our operations to the outside world. You are loyal to the Trance Spiral above all. You will serve any Master or Mistress you are assigned to. You are happy to serve us.
“There… there must be some mistake,” I said, reading in horror.
“Are you sure? You look like a cuck to me,” Natasha said, like we were discussing the weather.
Then I felt it. My dick twitching in my pants. Natasha was just so beautiful and the way she mocked me seemed to arouse some humiliation fetish I never knew I had. I felt myself smiling as my erection got bigger with each ing second.
“Well…” I said, thinking.
“Take off my shoes and kiss my feet,” Natasha said.
I looked at her feet and her shiny black high heels containing those cute little toes. I got on my knees and carefully pulled off her heels. Natasha sighed happily as I did this. I took one moment to caress her legs, enjoying the sensation of the nylons against my fingers. Natasha held the big toe of her right foot mere inches from my mouth. I opened my lips and let her foot push into my mouth. Just like that I was sucking on her toes. I hoped that I was doing it right.
“Well, do you find your results accurate or not?” Natasha said, looking at me with a perfect poker face.
Something inside me broke. To say the test was wrong would be to say Natasha was wrong. I just couldn’t bring myself to do that. She was so pretty! So lovely! So fuckable! The truth was irrelevant compared to whatever Natasha wanted to hear.
“Yes…I’m a cuckold slave,” I said, looking up at her.
“Good, wait here, simp,” Natasha said hopping to her feet.
Suddenly, I was alone in the tiny office on my knees. My penis felt so confined in my pants that I really wanted to rub one out. How long was she going to be gone for? No, it was too risky. Don’t even think about it, Jerry, you degenerate horny gooner loser. Ungh, I’m just making it even worse now.
The door opened and Natasha stepped back in. I smiled at the sight of her. Then a black man came in after her. He was very tall and muscular. I found myself gulping in fear at the sight of him. He was so much bigger and stronger than me that I immediately felt unwilling to meet his gaze out of fear that he might take it as a challenge. He was at least 6′6″ and jacked. His head was shaved bald and he wore a suit that cost as much as any three of my suits put together. He wore a Rolex watch with shoes that I could see my reflection in.
“Jerry, this is Master Taurus. He will be your supervisor,” Natasha said.
“Oh…does that mean I got the job?” I said smiling.
Master Taurus snorted in contempt. He strode up to me and grabbed my hair. I had been avoiding his eyes but now he forced me to look into his dark brown eyes as if to assert his dominance over me. Yikes, do I really want to work for this guy? What if he’s even worse than my current boss?
“That’s right, Jerry. I own you. You belong to me. How does that sound, white boy?” Master Taurus said.
I felt my whole world pivot and shift. Master Taurus was the best boss ever. Such an inspiring leader. He was everything a man could ever want to be. I felt myself smiling to be in the presence of a strong alpha male. Clearly a man like him deserved to be in charge and all a pathetic loser like me could do was serve him and maybe hope to learn to be more like him through observation. I would do anything my Master wanted. Anything at all.
“Happy Master. I’m happy to serve you! Is there anything I can do for you?” I said, smiling.
“Not yet. First, I want to fuck my girl Natasha here to confirm that you are what she says you are,” Master Taurus said.
“Yes, Sir!” Natasha said.
Natasha bent over the desk and lifted her skirt up. The pinstripe fabric came up and over her butt cheeks revealing her nylon clad tushy. She wasn’t wearing panties and I could already see her soaking wet pussy. Wow, it must be so nice to be a guy like Master and just have women bending over backwards to be your lover. I felt my cock get so hard it was rubbing against the zipper of my jeans and I awkwardly shifted to avoid hurting myself.
“Good Girl,” Master Taurus said, taking position behind her.
I watched in awe as Master Taurus just ripped a hole in her nylons large enough for him to access her holes. Christ, I’d probably got to jail if I tried that. I was such a beta. Master Taurus was the real deal though. He proved that when he pulled out his massive 12 inch cock! What a lucky magnificent bastard!
“Alright, new slave, take your dick out and start cranking that hog. Get used to watching me have all the fun, boy!” Master said.
“Yes, Master Taurus!” I said.
I unbuckled my belt while the first two inches of dick slid into Natasha’s cunt. I fell on my ass trying to get my beta cock out to masturbate. This was like porn but so much better. Next thing I know I’m beating my dick like it owes me money.
Natasha moans as her pussy stretched wider and wider to receive the BBC penetrating her folds. I watched in fascination as her lips gripped his shaft so tightly simply because he was too damn hung for anything else. I felt a pang of loss as I realized I’ll never know what it feels like to truly stretch a hole out like that. I looked at my own penis and felt ashamed of it even as I pumped my fist faster. I heard the clap clap sound of Master Taurus beginning to fuck Natasha for real. I looked up to ire the sight of a women in purest pleasure.
“Oh yeah, you take it all you dumb slut!” Master Taurus said.
“Yes, Master. Thank you, Master! Use me, Master!” Natasha said.
“You like what you see cucky?” Master Taurus said.
“Yes, Sir!” I said, unable to look away.
“Good, don’t hold back, loser. You cum when I cum! Oh yeahhhh!” Master Taurus said.
“YES, SIR!” I said, as if my testicles had heard his command before my brain did.
I stroked myself even faster as my orgasm triggered. Master pulled out of Natasha’s snatch and start hosing her butt cheeks down with his seed. I felt myself erupt too. I couldn’t believe how big his load was. My own ejaculation looked pitiful in comparison. His sperm count must be like ten times my own which would explain a lot. Natasha for her part looked pretty calm and relaxed about the whole thing, like she takes giant cocks like that all the time and it was the most normal thing in world.
Natasha stood up pulled her skirt down. You almost couldn’t tell she’d just been fucked except for one or two drops of white goo that fell from her pussy onto the floor. Meanwhile, I looked like a mess. I was sweating like a pig, and my office shirt was stained with my jizz. When I put my cock away, there was a pretty noticeable wet spot in my brown pants.
“So are you happy to work here, Jerry?” Master Taurus said, wiping the tip of his BBC with a cleanux.
“Yes, Sir, when do I start?” I said, nodding enthusiastically.
Master Taurus was by far the most dignified of the three of us. Other than some minor sweat on his bald head, you’d never know he just pumped a white girl full of cum. Then he looked at me with a smirk like he was internally laughing at some joke I didn’t understand. I didn’t get mad. I reminded myself that I have to do whatever it takes to please my new employer.
“Well, about that, where are you currently working again?” Master Taurus said.
“Oh, I’m a software engineer over at Shield-Tech. We make anti-viral and anti-malware products to…” I said.
“Right, right, right. Yeah, those assholes. They’ve been a problem for Trance Spiral business model. What I really need you to do is keep your job there and be our eyes and ears on the inside. We can help you get promoted if you’re stuck. In the long term, we want to make sure their clients are vulnerable to our influence,” Master Taurus said.
“Uhm, yes, Sir, are you going to pay me for this?” I said, nervously.
“Do this task for me, and I’ll fuck your wife on a regular basis,” Master Taurus said.
“Ungghhhhhhhh!” I said.
Watching Master Taurus fuck Natasha was pretty hot, but the thought of a big black bull like him breeding my wife was orders of magnitude for satisfying. If I hadn’t just finished masturbating, I’d be so hard just thinking about it. It was a kink so tantalizing it was like an addiction. I would do anything to see the Master fuck my wife. Some things were worth more than money. I think I stood there like an idiot drooling at the idea. I’m not sure for how long.
“Yeah, I figured a cuck slave like you would like the sounds of that,” Master Taurus said, grunting with amusement.
“Yes, Sir. That…sounds like a very good deal to me. W-w-when will you do…nghhh…that?” I said, barely able to control myself.
“That depends on you, beta boy. Take this personality test and convince your wife to take it. Once you have the results, call and tell me what I’m dealing with,” Master Taurus said.
He handed me a sealed envelope which I accepted. It had that same strange smell that my own personality test had. I nodded and promised to do his bidding. I turned to leave the interview room.
“Aren’t you forgetting something, cuck?” Master Taurus said.
“Sir?” I said, freezing mid step.
“You must kiss my feet before you’re dismissed, loser!” Master Taurus said.
I turned and looked at my bully sticking one foot out. I got down on my knees and kissed the shiny leather shoes. Then I left the Trance tower and ordered a taxi. I looked at the spiral logo on the building one last time before getting in the cab. I felt a wave of calm wash over me that my career was finally starting to take off.
“Hey, honey, how’d the interview go?” My wife said, when I got home.
Janice was in the kitchen preparing supper. She was a short red head with lots of freckles. Her big glasses gave her a nerdy look. She didn’t have the biggest breasts in the world, but medium boobs looked huge on her figure. I looked at the envelope in my hand. I could already feel my penis starting to enlarge again.
“Great, it went really great. I got the job!” I said, smiling.
“Yay! Congrats, Jerry, that’ll teach your old boss to appreciate his people,” Janice said, waving her spatula around in triumph.
“Oh well, yeah maybe. Anyway, do you think you can read these forms real quick?” I said, offering her the envelope.
“What, why do I have to do the paperwork?” Janice said, making a funny face.
“Oh, it’s just a quick personality test, that’s all, please,” I said, cracking the seal on the envelope.
“Oh no, Jerry, please tell me you didn’t take some goofy door to door salesman job,” Janice said, staring at the test.
“No…it’s…look, it’s just something my new Mas…boss wants. Please, honey?” I said, holding it out her.
“Fine, fine, but for the record, you’re new boss sounds even weirder than your ollllllllllllllllld…” Janice said, her voice trailing off.
I flinched when my wife’s eyes went uncrossed and her tongue fell out of her mouth. She looked kind of hot like that, but it got kind of creepy when she just stood there like a zombie for 120 seconds. I turned the stove off and put a pen in her hand. I sat her down at the dining table and she answered the first three questions quickly. Then she paused and looked up at me sniffing the air.
“Jerry, did you spill coffee on yourself or something?” Janic said.
“Oh, uhm, yeah, that’s exactly what happened,” I said, looking at my own stained clothes.
Janice looked like she wanted to say something about that, but she slowly turned her head down to look at the personality test and kept circling answers. I decided to go and change into a pair of jeans a golf shirt, so I wouldn’t look like such a loser. I came back downstairs and finished making dinner preparations.
I looked over at Janice. She was on the second to last page. There was a grid or matrix thing, and she drew one line on a y-axis and another on the x-axis. She must be calculating her own test results. My wife is really smart like that. She turned over onto the final page.
“I am a bimbo slave. I’m a stupid slut that can’t think for herself. I worship cock and love being fucked. I will do anything to please men. I dress up like a whore to get men hard. Cum tastes delicious. Anal feels incredible. Being degraded and humiliated makes my pussy soaking wet. My holes exist to be used. I can never get enough dick. My body is for my Master to enjoy,” Janice said, reading from the final page.
I felt myself go blank and reach for my phone. I called Master’s number and informed him that my wife was a bimbo slave. I could hear him laughing on the other end.
“Well today is a good day then. I’ll see you both soon, cucky. Don’t start without me,” Master Taurus said.
“Yes, Sir,” I said, as the call went dead.
I put the phone back in my pocket. I turned around and flinched when I saw my wife standing directly behind me. I may have made a unmasculine sound when she startled me that.
“Who was that?” Janice said with a strange smile.
“I that was my new boss. He’s coming over for dinner I guess,” I said.
“Oh yay! What’s your new boss like?” Janice said.
“Uhm he’s like this really tall and athletic black guy,” I said.
“Oooooo…go on,” Janice said, eyes fluttering.
“And he calls himself Master Taurus,” I said.
“He’s a Master? I don’t have a Master yet. I need a Master to do all the thinking for me,” Janice said, breathing hard.
“Well, he said he would be here soon,” I said.
“Mmmkay, I’m going to change before he gets here. Can you put another steak on for the master, baby?” Janice said.
“Yes, honey,” I said, nodding.
My wife practically ran up stairs. I finished dinner and set the table for three. Happy wife happy life, right?
When Janice came back downstairs she looked gorgeous. She wore a white dress I don’t think I’ve seen her in for at least four years. It was pretty tight on her and the bottom of her ass was showing. I could also see the black thong she was wearing underneath. She wasn’t even wearing a bra and her tits just jiggled around as she came down the stairs. I could see her nipples through the white fabric.
“How do I look?” Janice said, striking a pose.
“I think the Sir is going to love you,” I said, feeling my cock stiffen in my pants.
“Yay, maybe you’ll both really love me tonight if ya know what I mean,” Janice said, winking suggestively.
“That’d be nice,” I said, noncommittally.
“Mmm, gosh I’m almost 30 and I’ve never been fucked by two guys at the same time. I think I’m missing out on life,” Janice said.
About 20 minutes later, a black Lexus pulled into the driveway. Master Taurus got out of the back seat of the car. There was a beautiful woman sitting in the driver’s seat in a cute little chauffeur outfit. She spoke to him for a few seconds and she nodded. She leaned back in her seat and started masturbating right there in front of my house. I opened the door to greet the new boss or spy handler or whatever the relationship between me and him is now.
“How’s it going Jerry, you beta ass bitch?” Master Taurus said.
“Good, my Lord. My wife is eager to meet you,” I said, looking up at him.
“Yeah, and I bet you’re eager to introduce us, aren’t you, cucky?” Master Taurus said.
“Yesssssssss,” I said, eyes going unfocused for a second.
Master Taurus didn’t take his shoes off once he was inside my home, but I didn’t dare to correct him. Besides his shoes were cleaner than most houses. I led the way to the dining room. My wife took one look at the tall black man, and her jaw nearly fell off her face. She bit her lip as she took stock of him and her eyes spent a long time on his crotch.
“So, your hubby here tells me you’re a bimbo slave, woman. That true?” Master Taurus said.
“Yes, Sir, I’m a bimbo slave and it’s like totally a pleasure to meet you!” Janice said, extending her hand outward.
Instead of shaking hands, Master grabbed my wife by the throat and pulled her in close. For a brief second, I thought I should maybe defend my woman, but then I ed that I was a pathetic beta male cuckold. I would probably get my ass handed to me if I tried to fight the Master. Besides, my wife looked like she was low key into it.
“Unghh that’s so aggressive!” Janice said, like it was a compliment.
“Shut up, hoe. You belong to me. You’re my bimbo slave, got it?” Master Taurus said, looking into her eyes.
“Yes, I belong to you, Master,” Janice said, eyes rolling into the back of her head.
“Good girl. Who wants to play a game?” Master Taurus said, unhanding my wife.
“Oooo, I do!” Janice said, smiling stupidly.
“Of course, Sir. What sort of game did you have in mind?” I said.
“A dick measuring contest. Your woman here can compare our cocks and suck off the winner!” Master Taurus said.
“Ah ha, but Sir…I already know tha—“ I said, stammering.
“That sounds like so much fun!” Janice said, giggling.
Janice got on her knees. She unbuckled my pants first and made a happy noise when she saw my cock. I thought I was pretty well off at seven inches, but I already knew that I was about to be humiliated.
Janice unbuckled Master Taurus pants and her eyes practically jumped out of their sockets when she saw his twelve inch python. I think she started stroking him before she even knew what she was doing. Idle hands do the devil’s work.
“So, babe, who do you think won this round?” Master Taurus said.
Janice giggled mockingly as she looked at me. Then she took both dicks in each of her hands and held them up, side by side. She licked her lips looking at the big black cock.
“I think we have a winner,” Janice said, staring at Master’s rod.
“Then give me my reward, you dumb slut!” Master Taurus said.
“Yes, Master!” Janice said.
I watched her mouth open wide and take his cock in her mouth and begin bobbing her head. She closed her eyes like she really wanted to focus on the taste of his dick. She didn’t let go of my much smaller penis, but the handjob was limp wristed and without much enthusiasm. I could tell I was little more than an afterthought to my own wife. I strangely found myself moaning in pleasure like this was the hottest thing that ever happened to me.
“I think your wife likes me, loser,” Master Taurus said.
“Yes, Master,” I said, enjoying her performance.
“You want to see me breed your woman, don’t you?” Master Taurus said.
“Yes, Master,” I said, nodding through all the pleasure and shame.
“Tee hee, we’ve been trying to have a baby, but we can’t because his sperm count is like so small!” Janice said.
“Really? Well I think I can help with that you little cum dumpster,” Master Taurus said, grabbing her hair.
“Oh yes, please, Master. Pump my tight hole full of cum, Daddy!” Janice said, sucking him off.
I groaned again feeling ashamed and aroused in equal measures. It was all true. I ed how much cum Master Taurus filled Natasha with and whatever his count was, it surely higher than my own. The same thing was going to happen to my wife. I felt grateful that he was going to solve our problem for us.
“Good girl, now bend over the table and show us your holes,” Master Taurus said.
“Yes, Master, whatever you wish, Master!” Janice said, opening her eyes.
Janice stood and turned around. She bent over at the waist sticking out her ass cheeks as her boobs were pressed flat by the table. The food was getting cold, but I’m pretty sure it was the furthest thing from anyone’s mind. Master pulled her white dress up to her waist while I pulled her black thong down to her ankles. He looked down at her ass and pussy while I looked up at them from my knees.
“Beg for my cock, you white trash whore!” Master Taurus said.
“Oh please, Master. Please shove your beautiful black cock up my tight pussy. I want it so bad!” Janice said.
“Ha ha ha! Watch closely, cuck!” Master Taurus said.
I watched in perverse fascination as he stuck the tip of his cock in my wife’s cunt. She squealed with joy as her hole stretched further and further to take all of him in her love tunnel. I briefly chanced a glance to see the pleasure on her face. Master Taurus grabbed my hair and forced me to keep my gaze locked onto the sight of his superior cock filling my wife far more than I ever could.
“Eat her ass, loser!” Master Taurus said.
“Yes, Sir!” I said.
Master started thrusting into my wife harder and faster. Janice moaned in delight as she spread her cheeks wide open. I stood up and bent over to put my tongue up her butt. I was rubbing my tongue in her anus while a bigger stronger man fucked her brains out. I think I made a mistake putting on jeans. My cock was so hard it felt like it could snap against the tight denim.
“That’s it, buddy, spit in your wife’s ass!” Master said.
“Yes, sir!” I said, doing exactly that.
“Oh my fuck, it’s so GOOD!” Janice said, taking it all.
“Better than your hubby?” Master said.
“YES! You’re so much better than my husband!” Janice said.
“Why?” Master said.
“Because your cock is twice the size of his little penis!” Janice said, knees trembling.
“Ha Ha Ha! Come on, slaves, show me your bedroom,” Master Taurus said.
“Yes, Master!” My wife and I said in unison.
All three of us went upstairs. Once up there, he more or less through my wife in the bed and told her to hold her ankles. Janice did as instructed while he got naked. He gave me some lube and told me to get my wife’s asshole ready. I smeared jelly into her butthole while the big black bull of a man got naked.
“Go get a chair, loser,” Master Taurus said, positioning his cock at the entrance to Janice’s ass.
“Yes, Master!” I said.
I all but ran to the small office to grab a computer chair and roll it back into the bedroom. Alas, I was too slow to actually see his alpha cock enter her stinkhole. I sat in the chair where I could see him destroy her rosebud. Janice was screaming in a mixture of pain and pleasure as her asshole was stretched wide open. Her bouncy breasts jiggling with every thrust.
“Keep your boxers on, cuck. Cum in your briefs like a proper beta!” Master said.
“Yes, Sir!” I said, pulling my jeans down to my ankles.
I sat there rubbing my small dick through blue spandex with two fingers. Meanwhile, my wife was absolutely in heaven as our Master fucked her asshole like a demon. Before long, I couldn’t hold it anymore. I felt my boxers get drenched from the inside out as I orgasmed to the sight of my wife being used. I don’t think she or him even noticed. Why should they? I just kept touching myself as my cock deflated.
“Oh yeah, I’m going to cum in your wife, cuck!” Master Taurus said.
“Thank you, Sir!” I said, rubbing my flaccid member.
“Yes, do it! Fill me with your cum, Master!” Janice said.
My wife orgasmed second, squirting all over the defined sixpack of Master’s stomach. Last but definitely not least, came the Master himself. He pulled his cock out of my wife’s pussy and started hosing her down. Goblets of cum landed on her stomach, tits, and face. Just as he was about to stop, he shoved the tip of his cock into her pussy and stroked himself. I knew that at least a few droplets were getting into her fertile womb.
When he pulled his fat cock out of her cunt, a river of cum flowed out of her hole. Damn, he deposited at least as much cum in her as he did on her. What a Chad! My wife seeded and breeded by a black man. Part of me hoped that she would get pregnant by my Lord and Master. What an honor it would be to help raise his alpha heirs!
“Unghhh!” I said, cumming in my boxers again.
The Master made us kiss his feet after that which me and Janice happily did. He said that in addition to my other duties, I had to be ready to drive my wife to visit clients so she could be a proper whore getting paid to do what she does best. Janice seemed overjoyed at the thought of being a literal prostitute getting paid to suck and fuck.
The next night, I was driving her two hours into the countryside to visit some wealthy but crazy looking old man. I sat in the car stroking myself while wife served her first official client.
Then Monday morning, I was off to my old job at Shield-Tech to install backdoor access to customers using their products. I ensured that millions of home computers were vulnerable to the influence of Trance Industries.
«obedience = pleasure»
«pleasure = obedience»
«touch yourself now»