My Amateur Cuckold Porn

Men are visual creatures. Isn't that what they say?

And a picture is worth a thousand words. And the proof is in the pudding.  So you see, I didn't just do it because it was fun (though it was!), I did it because it was educational.

What did I do?

I made a couple of wild, raunchy, balls-to-the-wall sex videos with my favorite bull.  (No, you can't see them.  LOL  Privacy!  But thanks for asking.). And then I made one with my husband.  The first one was an action film, complete with special effects, big explosions and all kinds of fun shit.  The second one was a comedy of errors.

My poor mopey cuckold still occasionally whines about the unfairness of his orgasm-deprived life. Sometimes I'll gag him with a pair of my cream-soaked panties or climb on top and queen him just to shut him up, but I did think this would be a more instructive option. I can tell him all day long that I cheat because he's an unsatisfying fuck and that my pussy requires a higher caliber of cock. But the next time he complains, I can just sit him down and make him rewatch our little homemade documentary.
He'll see me sweating and panting and begging for my bull's big black cock and then he'll see the withering boredom on my face when he tries to make something happen with his wee widdle weeny.


~ Ashton (866) 992-3258 ~

Cuckold Tags Along

I love the idea of letting my cuckold husband go incognito and shadow me on a date. It's agony and delight all rolled up into one big old ball of angst. He gets to see me dressed to the nines and unused:  stockings not yet ripped, hair not yet tousled from a raucous fuck, fire engine red lipstick not yet smeared all over the biggest cock I could get my hands on. But it's also painful to watch me flirting and sparkling all over another man: the way my lips hover playfully near his ear whispering filthy promises, the way my fingernails dance lightly over his skin, the way my tongue glides over my lips just before I move in for a kiss. 

And my poor cucky, for his part, would have to struggle to blend in with the crowd as he scurries after us.  Perhaps I'd have specially selected his outfit in advance to make that a particularly difficult task.  Would I opt for full on forced crossdressing or would I simply wedge him into a very tight pair of pants that hug his painfully tiny cuckold penis?

Either way, if my date catches on that my humiliated husband is stalking us, the gig is up.  So he has to be very careful.  Even if he catches us slipping into a supply closet for a little quick'n'dirty, he has to keep his suffering under wraps. 

I do so love a man with a stiff upper lip. 

But it's even better when the facade crumbles...

~ Layla (866) 992-3258 ~

Cuckold Orgasm Denial

I believe a man has to earn every orgasm he gets. Some of them earn it by fucking me so hard my thighs quiver or by stretching my pussy with a big, meaty cock. But my poor cuckold husband can't really use those methods. Four inches of bubblegum-soft loser dick doesn't earn him a damn thing.
It's been a couple months since I've let him blow a load. He snuck one in while I was out shopping with friends. Too bad he's such a piss poor liar because when I did my weekly masturbation inquisition, he didn't do a very good job covering up his guilt and shame for trying to do it on the sly. That earned him a week in the 'cage' which is what we call our cb-6000.

Now the only way he's going to get to blow the big wad his tiny testicles have been saving up is to bring me home a man. A big man. A man that's up to my standards. A man that can both make my thighs quiver and stretch my pussy.
At first he stubbornly refused. He said it was a whole new layer and level of degradation and it was bad enough having to see me and hear me with my lovers but being sent out to fetch one like a puppy dog? That was too much.

It's amazing what two months of orgasm denial can do to a man. The effects of cum restriction are exactly what I'd hoped. He's brought home one already but he wasn't quite up to the standards I've instituted. Oh, don't get my wrong, I fucked him while my poor trembling cuck hubby watched. And he did stretch me somewhat, leaving my cum-bathed pussy in need of my husband's soft tongue afterward.

He didn't make my thighs quiver, though, so it's back to the drawing board for the poor cuck. Or the club where he's going to try to fetch and carry me a real man.

~ Ashton (866) 992-3258 ~

Cuckolding Justification: 10 Reasons to Cheat on Husband

10 reasons to cheat on my husband:

1: The look on his face when he walks in the door and sees my pussy getting plowed is priceless! 
2: How else am I going to get a big load of cum so I can feed him a hot, sloppy cream pie?  
3: Have you ever seen a black cock? They're huge. I like big things damn it.  Big diamonds, big credit limits, big dicks!
4: No way in hell am I letting that little panty wearing husband of mine touch me.  I am so out of his league.
5: I've already been stretched open by bigger dicks and his doesn't even stay in!
6: I like having a photo album of all the cock I get.  My man makes the perfect photographer.
7: Gotta give the neighbors something to gossip about.
8: The bed gets cold when hubby is working overtime to pay off that vacation my lover and I took a few months ago.
9: My husband has exquisite taste in lingerie. No reason letting all that lovely stuff go to waste. I need someone manly enough to tear it off me.
10: It keeps my cuckold so horny he can't think straight. Then I can manipulate him into doing exactly what I want. Care to know what that is?

~ Ashton (866) 992-3258 ~