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The door creaked open, revealing a man hunched on his knees, hands clasped behind his back, and eyes downcast. “Sir, you called for me?” His voice trembled slightly, an undercurrent of nervous anticipation.

“Indeed I did, my cuckold pet.” The dominatrix’s voice dripped with sadistic relish as she sauntered into the room, her stilettos clicking menacingly on the hardwood floor. “I trust you’ve been preparing yourself for today’s lesson?”

“Yes Mistress. I’ve been edging for hours, just like you commanded.” The cuckold swallowed hard, trying to ignore the insistent throb between his legs. His cock strained against the tight cage, begging for release.

“Good boy.” She reached down, cupping his chin and lifting his face to meet her piercing gaze. “Now, I have a special surprise for you. But first, strip.”

The submissive man scrambled to obey, wriggling out of his clothes until he was completely naked and exposed before his Mistress. Swallowing hard, he looked up at her expectantly.

“Another man will be joining us today. He’s going to use you. Use your wife.” Her lips curled in a wicked smirk. “You’re going to watch, and watch, and watch…”

The door opened again. In walked a muscular, tanned stranger, his white teeth flashing in a confident grin. The cuckold’s heart began to pound as he took in the thick bulge tenting the other man’s tight blue jeans.

“Well well, on your knees, little cucky.” The stud kicked off his boots and shucked his jeans and boxers, exposing an imposing erection, fat and hard and dripping precum. “You’re about to get the tongue lashing of a lifetime.”

The cuckold licked his lips, a mix of fear and sick excitement coursing through him as the huge cock bobbed mere inches from his face. His own member twitched desperately in its cage.

“Nice and slow, pet,” Mistress instructed, running a finger under the cuckold’s jaw. “You need to savor every second.”

As the stranger thrust into his mouth, the unwilling cocksucker did his best to comply, swirling his tongue along the hot shaft, worshipping the bulbous head. The musky taste of sweat and pre-cum flooded his senses.

Meanwhile, his wife lay naked on the bed, flushed and panting. She whimpered in anticipation as the domme producer knelt between her legs, fingering the slick folds.

“She’s nice and ready for you, stud,” the domme purred, as the well-hung man pulled his shaft out of the cuckold’s mouth with a wet plop.

The cuckold licked his lips, tasting the evidence of his own debasement as the stranger grabbed his wife’s hips and thrust into her with one long, powerful stroke. She cried out, back arching off the bed.

The cuckold watched, transfixed and sickened, as his wife was railed in front of him, tits bouncing and juices leaking out around the thick meat splitting her open. He imagined he could feel each deep thrust in his own tortured body.

The two of them pounded away for what felt like hours, the cuckold almost worked into a frenzy himself, balls drawn up tight and painfully aroused. How much more of this torture could he take?

Finally, the muscled stud growled and buried himself to the hilt, churning cum deep into the cuckold’s wife’s hungry cunt with a shuddering moan. The little cuckold almost cum from the sight of her stretched around the huge pulsing shaft, melody of breeding dominating the room.

But the domme wasn’t done with him yet. “Clean him up,” she commanded. “Every last drop from that cum-filled cunt.”

Whimpering, the cuckold crawled between his wife’s cum-drenched thighs, lapping at the musky fluid leaking out of her. He gagged at the taste but continued to lap obediently, driven by his debased need to please his Mistress.

And still, it went on. Drill after drill, load after load, poured into his wife’s greedy fuck hole by stud after stud, each one bigger and badder than the last. The cuckold licked and licked, cum and semen leaking out of him.

Dizzy and dazed, he could hardly see straight. The only release he was granted were a few moments to rub his aching dick through his cage before resuming his cleanup duty.

But finally, blessedly, it was over. The room empty of all but the shaking, leaking troubadour and his waited wife, who lay panting and delirious in a puddle of seed.

“Today you learned, my pet,” his Mistress said, running a hand through her hair, “that the only cock that matters is one you can’t satisfy.”

And with a mirthless laugh, she gave him his final command. “Clean out all her orifices. Then my husband and I will paint your tongue white…Try not to cum.”

The little cuckold whined pathetically, causing a hearty laugh from his doms, who manhandled him between his wife’s legs, the knowledge that this was far from the end of his torment only making him whimper in anticipation.