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 ~

Mall Report

Mall Report:

- Saw a couple walking around and I swear to God the guy had dried cum on his face. I pointed it out to my friend Hayley and we both burst out laughing.  I wanted to high five the chick that clearly made it happen. Girl power!

- New pair of 7 For All Mankind Jeans. They looked so good, I had to wear them out of the store. Yeah, my ass always gets a lot of attention, but yesterday was crazy. A couple of those guys were ready to sacrifice virgins in its honor. Haha. Ass worship FTW!

- Sour, wrinkly old biddies who go ape shit when they catch their men look at me. I always giggle and blow a kiss!

- Is it wrong to have security guard rape fantasies?  Cause this one man looked so yummy in his uniform I was about to shoplift something just so I could get him all alone in a back room! 

- Finally, my favorite mall game. Pick the poor blueballed loser!  We love pointing out which guys we think haven't gotten to blow their load in weeks.  Think I could pick you out of the masses?


~ Holly (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 ~

Forced Masturbation Without Orgasm (This is what eternity tastes like.)

Here's my thing: I'm insatiable. Nymphomaniac, wanton little cock whore, relentless ball wringer -- call me what you want. But I expect multiple orgasms and few men can keep up.

So...expect an audition. I'll make you stroke for me. Hours of you rubbing and rubbing and holding back while I enjoy orgasm after orgasm. When you get close to release, I'll spread my thighs and show you my pussy, the prize you're holding out for. But you won't get that prize until you've been trained, tested and proven worthy.

Want a taste? Want to pop your pecker in for just one stroke with me squeezing my sweet cunt around you? Ok. Just one. Don't you dare come, though. You have hours more to go.

~ Faith ~

He has no idea what he's in for.

I've been on a stocking / garter belt binge, this week, buying and trying out new combinations to torment a particular gentleman.  He's married, so very, very married and his wife is a smidge on the frumpy side.  Perhaps you know the type or, better yet, are the type?  

I can tell by the way he looks at me every morning when we're at Starbucks that I've taken over a sizable portion of his fantasy real estate. I wonder what kind of wanton slut he imagines me to be.  I bet he gets it slightly wrong.  I think he imagines I'd satisfy his every wild, horny fantasy in one wild cum soaked night.

I'm kind of encouraging him to think that, actually, with the smiles and the deliberate flashes of thigh and pretty satin panties.  And I do look the part of the sweet, accommodating secretary, right?

But he is so wrong.  When he finally gets me alone, it's going to be all about my pleasure.

I just might make him crawl in that fancy business suit of his.  He's gonna have to forgo the blowjobs he's plotting, the poor guy.  It will be my smooth sopping-wet pussy that grinds against his lips while my stockings graze his cheeks.  It will be me that uses him for my pleasure, working him over then laughing and waving away his hard on when he expects his own turn.

He may think he knows blueballs, but he has no idea just how bad they can be.

Yet.

~ Willow (866) 992-3258 ~

Masturbation Maven

There will be a schedule. I am a fan of such things.  A proscribed number of strokes for each day of the week.  We'll dive in with a heavy masturbation load on Monday, maybe 500 firm, tight strokes to get the week off to a good start and the pace will continue hot and hard through Tuesday, where you will be required to edge incessantly.  Wednesday will be a day of rest, only 1-2 strokes an hour, the slow languid kind that makes your cock ache for more attention.

More specifics will come later, but you get the idea, don't you?  You enlist in cock control with Layla and you sign your dick over to me.  Just wait to see what I do with it.  

You're going to love it.  

And hate it.  

You'll feel the same way about me. 

But you'll keep coming back. They always do.

(866) 992-3258  

~ Layla (866) 992-3258 ~

It's good to be the Key Mistress

Something about putting a cock under lock and key just makes me giggle with glee. I can find the perfect chastity belt for a thick, throbbing monster cock or a wriggly little wimpy worm. But there's nothing like the sound you guys make when you know that you're going to be kissing your manhood, your pleasure and your freedom goodbye for a term of MY choosing,  Oh, the way you'll beg! The offers of service, presents, promises and other assorted forms of cajoling that drip from your lips when you're trying to earn a little release.  

Imagine the gentle brush of my fingers on the rest of your body, the way I lean in and let my curves glide against you, working you up to a fevered pitch.  My taunting tongue snaking against the back of your neck and then me whispering in your ear, "If only you were free to ravage me." I shrug one shoulder.  "Guess I'll have to find someone who's a little more...free."

~ Layla (866) 992-3258 ~