Becca Bellamy
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Diary of a Submissive Cuckold - Part 10
🕑 Added 2021-08-30 06:25:18 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
“Does that feel good?” Val whispered before kissing my neck.
We were in yet another beautiful hotel room. Her date’s flight had been cancelled but the room had already been paid for, so Val invited me to play with her for the evening. I’d already serviced her pussy and asshole and given her an orgasm and now I was on my back in the bed as Val slowly fucked my ass with an exquisite, slender toy that featured these beautiful bulges that would stretch my asshole over and over as it moved in and out of me.
“It feels incredible,” I replied. The penetration did feel good, but it was the whole package that I really loved. Val was naked and her body was pressed tightly against mine. I could feel the soft flesh of her breasts against my chest. I could feel the warmth of her thighs against mine. Her lips showered me with soft, sensual kisses as she moaned while fucking me.
Val kissed me as she pushed the toy deep into my ass. I was completely in her thrall. She’d lured me into subspace for the first hour in the hotel room and now she was leading me towards an orgasm. She was taking her time, but I’d never felt so enmeshed with her. I felt an astonishing mixture of physical and emotional pleasure and I wanted to stay in that headspace forever.
“Suck on my tongue,” she instructed.
Her tongue invaded my mouth and I sucked as instructed. I sucked like she’d fed me a cock to give pleasure to. I sucked because it’s what she wanted, and giving Val what she wants is what makes me happiest.
At one point I reached down to play with my cock. I didn’t even think about it. It just happened. I was so turned on that I wanted to enhance my pleasure.
“Don’t,” Val said. “When you’re with me, that’s not your cock. It’s mine, and you’ll only play with it if I give you permission. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I replied.
“Do you want to cum?” Val asked.
“Desperately,” I replied.
Val smiled and fucked me a little faster with the toy. I moaned as it moved in and out of my tight asshole, massaging my anus with every thrust. I can’t tell you how good it felt. I know the fact that I was floating in subspace and lying next to the woman I was utterly enthralled with certainly helped, but that’s all part of the fun when it comes to dominance and submission play, isn’t it?
When Val pulled the toy from my ass I felt empty and a little sad. She kissed me and whispered, “It’s okay. The fun isn’t over yet.”
Val put the toy on the nightstand and straddled me. I looked up at her spectacular body and smiled. She was perfect in every way. Her pussy hovered right above my stiff cock. I didn’t expect she’d take me inside her, but I certainly hoped she would.
Val reached down and pushed back on the head of my cock until it was almost parallel with my stomach. She sat her pussy on the base of my shaft and slowly moved her hips forward. I felt her warmth and wetness travel up the underside of my shaft and over the head of my cock and I twitched beneath her.
“Val…oh…fuck, you feel so good,” I said.
Val had never let me fuck her and I suspected she never would. For that reason I craved her pussy. Of course I did. My craving felt especially potent in that moment as Val used her flesh to tease my cock, which had gone five days without a climax at her instruction.
“How long has it been since you fucked a woman, Tyler?” she asked.
“Months,” I answered. “Many months.”
Val dragged her pussy down the length of the underside of my cock and I felt her wetness and warmth on my balls before she moved her hips forward once more. I shuddered from the pleasure of her expert teasing.
“Most dominant women don’t have much use for your dick, do they?” she asked.
I shook my head.
“Because they all know they can get fucked by a real man whenever they want,” Val said. “They all have self-respect. They all know their worth and they understand that they don’t need to let this worthless, underwhelming cock of yours inside them, don’t they?”
I nodded. I was so turned on that it felt difficult to speak. My whole body was twitching at that point.
“Does it hurt to be so close to fucking a woman without being let inside her?” Val asked.
“Yes,” I said.
“Does it hurt to know that I don’t want to fuck you, Tyler? Even tonight, when the man that was going to pound my pussy couldn’t come, I still have no interest in fucking you. Does that hurt, Tyler?” she asked.
“It turns me on,” I answered.
Val moved her hips faster. Her pussy moved up and down the underside of my cock as it lay against my stomach. Every time she neared the tip I thought she might just take me inside her. It was wishful thinking, of course, and driven almost entirely by my desire to feel Val’s wet flesh around my cock.
“Of course it does,” Val said. “You’re so pathetic that you crave denial. You crave being told that your dick is worthless. You crave being told that you couldn’t pleasure me with your cock if your life depended on it.”
“Val…I’m close,” I said. I felt this beautiful tingling sensation in my balls, like my orgasm was close to reaching its boiling point.
Val lifted her pussy and laid next to me. She pressed the tip of her index finger against the underside of my cock head and rubbed back and forth. It was almost like she was pleasuring her clit, only she was doing it to me.
I was worked up enough that it felt fantastic. I moaned. I writhed. I felt that tingling sensation in my balls spread through my loins. I was going to cum.
Val kissed my neck and whispered, “You’re not going to enjoy this.”
Moments before I hit that pleasurable place of climax Val pulled her finger away. I looked down and saw my cock pulse. Cum poured from the tip, but I didn’t feel any pleasure. None. She’d ruined my orgasm and she’d done so expertly.
I groaned as a deep sense of frustration welled up inside me. Val had spent more than an hour getting me worked up and she’d emptied my balls without giving me the pleasure I sought.
Her lips found mine and my frustration melted away as Val’s tongue ventured into my mouth. I felt the warmth of her soft skin against mine. I felt her hard nipple press into my chest. More than all of that, though, I felt a sense of caring. I felt that beautiful thing that happens between a domme and her sub when the relationship is really good.
“Val,” I said. “I love you. I love you.” It felt like my heart opened as the words left my lips. I know it’s never good to say that sort of thing after you have an orgasm, but I didn’t orgasm. I didn’t feel any of the pleasure that comes with an orgasm. I didn’t have the post-orgasm halo of pleasure. I’d simply emptied my balls onto my stomach.
Val smiled and caressed my face as she held my gaze. “I know you do, Tyler.”
Normally, it’s crushing when the person you love doesn’t return the sentiment. I couldn’t tell you why, but I didn’t feel crushed in the moment. Perhaps it was the loving look in Val’s eyes as she caressed my face. Perhaps it was the way she continued to do so after saying what I didn’t really want to hear.
“It takes a long time for me to love, Tyler,” Val said after a few minutes of tender silence between us. “Especially with a submissive. My love has to be earned through long term submission and dedication. It has to be earned by going above and beyond to prove that you’re the one that deserves a commitment from me.”
“Am I the kind of submissive you could love?” I asked. “Assuming I did what it took to earn your love.”
Val smiled and nodded. Her lips approached mine and I closed my eyes and enjoyed a soft, lingering kiss. “You are, Tyler. You’ve yet to earn my love, but I could love you. I could take you as my life partner. I could officially collar you and make you my submissive for life.”
I can see from the outside that it would seem like a decidedly unusual way to talk about love, at least in the way most people think about it. But those were the most intimate, vulnerable moments of my life up to that point, and it was freeing. I’d expressed my love and now I was effectively asking how I could make myself worthy of Val’s love. The fact that I was willing – even eager – to be so vulnerable with Val made me love her even more. It’s difficult to find someone you can truly be yourself with, and Val was that person for me.
“I want you to love me, Val,” I said. “I want to earn that. I want to be the one you take as your life partner.”
Val smiled softly and ran her fingers through my hair. She pressed her lips against my cheek and offered a lingering kiss. “Then it’s time for me to let you a little deeper into my life. That’s for tomorrow, though. Tonight, we’re going to play a little more.”
“That would make me very happy,” I said.
Val sat up and ran her fingers through the still-warm cum on my stomach. She dotted both her nipples with it and leaned closer. “Open up,” she whispered.
I opened my mouth and Val fed me one of her cum-covered nipples. I closed my eyes and sucked it clean as the warmth, soft flesh of her breast rested against my lips and chin. Val pulled away and gently fed me her other nipple. I cleaned my salty cum from her flesh and she moaned quietly.
“That’s a good boy,” Val whispered. “You like it when I feed you your cum, don’t you?”
I nodded with her breast still in my mouth. Her demeanor had changed completely from when she was riding my cock. She’d transitioned to being a more gentle dom, displaying a kind of versatility that ensured a life with her would be endlessly arousing.
Val pulled back, ran her finger through the cum on my stomach once more, and rubbed it over my lips. She licked her finger clean, smiled, and leaned down. Her lips met mine and we shared a slippery, cum-flavored kiss. Her tongue danced in my mouth and I moaned at the joyful kinkiness.
“Do you want more?” Val whispered.
“Yes, please,” I said.
She ran two fingers through the cum and pushed them into my mouth. I sucked them clean as a smile crossed her face. I savored the saltiness of my seed and the sensations of her fingers moving around in my mouth as if she owned it.
Val straddled me and slowly lowered her pussy into the puddle of cum on my stomach. She moved her hips back and forth, picking up most of my seed in the process. When she lifted her hips once more her pussy lips were coated in my cum.
Val crawled forward until her messy pussy hovered over my face. She smiled and lowered her hips. I extended my tongue and searched her wet flesh for my load. I cleaned what I could, though some of it ended up on my face.
It seemed that treating me like her personal cum slut turned Val on, as she began to ride my face. She moved her hips back and forth at an increasingly quick pace. My tongue was active as she rode me and I was rewarded with an intoxicating mixture of her juices and my cum.
After a few minutes of vigorous riding Val grabbed the headboard and climaxed. She sat down on my face as her thighs trembled. She smothered me with her slick, warm pussy. I could breathe, but just barely, and it was exquisite. I could have remained there all night, to be honest. To be totally immersed in her pussy was an experience I always treasure.
Eventually, Val lifted her pussy from my face and sat on my chest. She laughed and said, “I’ve made quite the mess of you. It looks a little bit like I’ve given you a facial. It’s delightful.”
I reached up to wipe away some of the cum – I was going to lick it from my fingers – but Val grabbed my wrist and stopped me.
“I want you to leave it,” she said. “I want you to put on your pants and I want you to go fill the ice bucket with all of that still on your face. No shirt, either.”
“Really?” I asked.
“Don’t you want to be a good submissive?” Val replied.
I got out of bed, put on my pants, and grabbed the ice bucket and a keycard. I stuck my head into the hallway to see if anyone was coming and then stepped out and rushed towards the small room all the way at the end that held the ice machine.
I put the bucket in the little slot, hit the button, and immediately got impatient with how long it was taking. When it finally filled I grabbed the bucket, yanked the door open, and stood face to face with a good-looking guy wearing a bathrobe that was open down to his belly button.
He chuckled, waved his hand around his face, and said, “I love what you’re doing here. Did he insist that you wear his cum to go fill the ice bucket?”
“Oh, he…it’s not a he, actually,” I said. “It’s…well, it’s mine. And she rubbed it all over my face and then sent me to the ice bucket. So, really, yeah, you’re right.” I laughed, in part because he didn’t seem the slightest bit judgmental. If anything he was utterly amused.
“Well, if she wants to add a little more to that pretty face of yours, come find me in room 1213,” he said.
“I’ll let her know,” I said, though I wasn’t sure he actually believed that a woman had covered my face in cum.
“Have a good night,” he said as I walked away.
“You too,” I replied. The ice machine rumbled to life as he filled his bucket and I stopped just short of jogging back to our door.
Val was out on the balcony in an exquisitely sexy lace-trimmed white satin robe when I returned to the room. “How did it go?” she asked with a delighted smile on her face.
“I ran into someone,” I answered as I put the ice bucket on the coffee table. “I’m pretty sure he thought I was here with a secret boyfriend or something. He seemed amused. Said I could go find him if I wanted to add a little more cum to my pretty face.”
Val smiled and spread her legs. “He did, huh?” she asked. “Why don’t you get your pants off, get your ass out here, and get on your knees to worship my pussy while I consider his offer.”
I stripped my pants off, walked stark naked onto the balcony, and fell to my knees in front of Val. She smiled, put her hand on the back of my head, and pulled me between her legs.
I don’t think I’ll ever tire of performing oral sex in that particular position. That’s a fairly standard way of a woman to go down on a man, but it’s rarely the other way around, which is why I love it so much. It makes me feel submissive and I suspect it makes Val feel powerful, which I know she loves.
“If I wanted you to suck his cock, would you do it?” Val asked after a few minutes of blissful pussy worship.
“I would,” I said without hesitation.
She reached out and slowly traced a finger over my lips. She entered my mouth and I sucked as she moved in and out. She held my gaze and I genuinely felt my desire to suck cock for her grow. It was such a small thing, but the sense of submissive joy generated by having her gently fuck my mouth with her finger was enough to get me to want to give head to a stranger.
“As fun as it would be to watch you suck cock, I’m not going to expose you to someone I don’t know, Tyler,” Val said. “A good domme never puts her sub at risk.”
My heart soared. Again it was a small thing, but to me it meant that she genuinely cared about me. It meant I stood a chance at getting her to love me and to take me as her lifelong submissive.
“You may continue worshiping my pussy,” she said. “I’ve seen a few people poke their heads out to watch. I like the idea of someone seeing a man on his knees in front of me, so keep it up. Worship me until I cum while enjoying this beautiful view from our balcony. If you’re very lucky I might give you a real orgasm before the night is over, though I wouldn’t count on it.”
I worshiped her. I imagine a few people did watch, though I had no problem with that. I made her cum. I made her cum later that night, too. I didn’t get that orgasm, though. I just got a whole lot more teasing and a healthy dose of anal play, too. I loved every second of it, though. And orgasms are overrated when you’re with a domme that can guide you into subspace. Trust me on that.
