A Bull's Guide to Beta Male Couples! By Melissa Miranti (96 pages) (Patreon)

A Bull's Guide to Beta Male Couples!

Written By Melissa Miranti

Concept by Devin Dickie

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A Bull's Guideto Beta Male Couples!

Written By Melissa MirantiConcept by Devin Dickie

They were in a small room in a hotel in Rhode Island. There was a whiteboard at the front of the room behind a lectern, and a projector hanging from the ceiling. The rug was patterned and ugly. The walls were covered in a sterile yet textured burgundy

wallpaper. The chairs and tables were unremarkable. It was the kind of place where professional conventions were held for a variety of industries, and while there were two taking place in the hotel at the same time that day, this room was involved in neither one of them. Around the room, there were ten young black men, each dressed well, each as unenthusiastic about their surroundings as the next. Yet the man who entered the room changed all that within a second of his walking in.

He was tall and dressed in a suit that was tailored to perfection. His head was bald, razored to remove any hint of hair that would have been up top, and his black beard was trimmed to a length of half an inch. He wore a pair of silver glasses that caught the light when he turned his head to look at each of his students, standing out against his dark, dark skin. He was older than all of the other men in the room, but good care of his body did not betray how much older he truly was.

“You are not bulls yet,” the man started. “You won’t be bulls until you know how to be a bull. Taking another man’s woman from him is not always easy, but we do not do things because they are easy. We do things because we are hard.”

There was a murmur of laughter from around the room.

“My name is Lance Hill, and today I’m going to give you the basics of how to be a bull. I have had sex with dozens of married and partnered women over the years, both with and without the knowledge of their partners. I have given them the best sex of their lives, and changed their sex lives for the better, and in exchange they have given me wealth and prestige that I might not have had by other means. Tributes from these women, but not only from these women. I also receive tributes from their husbands.

“Being a bull is not about dominating a woman. Being a bull is about dominating a man and taking his woman from him. Women are all individual in their wants and needs, but I’ve found that if you’re going to take a woman from a man, you need to be looking for one of these types of men.”

Lance produced a marker from his pocket and then began to write on the whiteboard at the back of the room. At the top, he wrote “Five Types of Cuckold Male.” Beneath it and off to one side, he wrote “Rich Boy,” turning around to look at the group of men assembled.

“This is the first kind of mark we’ll be going over. By far, this is the most lucrative mark, and one that you’ll want to seek out sooner or later.”

____

She was a young, blonde trophy wife. Her name was Kimberly, because of course it was, and her body was covered in plastic surgery like a bimbo’s body even before it needed to be to keep her husband from straying in her aged years. That was because Kimberly wanted to land a husband in the first place and still have fun on the side. Without bigger tits at the very least, none of the Rich Boys would have noticed her trophy wife potential Lance could see all of this from the moment he arrived at the job site.

Lance was in his younger days at the time, working a job that required little more than his hands and him not to cause trouble for his boss. It was a landscaping business, and Lance could be trusted to do this job alone, since it was a simple one, if long. Keep the vast expanse of lawn on the estate well-manicured, and make sure that anything else the couple asked for got done for the appropriate price. He wore a uniform that had the company name on the back, Kreiger Landscaping, and clung closely to his upper body. Whenever he worked, the uniform became soaked with sweat, showing off even more of his thickly muscled body.

Kimberly had little to do, like most trophy wives, so she soon took up watching Lance every time he came by. One day, only on

the third visit that Lance had ever made to the house, she waved him over.

“Um, hello! I need you to do something!” Kimberly said, calling out with her high and sweet voice.

Lance made his way to the deck, not setting foot on it yet. Proper deference was absolutely necessary to rope in the trophy wife of a Rich Boy. “Yes, ma’am?”

“I noticed, like, there’s long grass right here where the mower didn’t get it. Can you, um, handle that?” Kimberly asked, bending over. She wore a loose silk robe that fell open when she bent over, letting Lance see inside for a moment. She saw him looking, and he let her see him looking.

The grass was short already, though there were a few blades that the lawnmower had missed. Lance knelt down, and took out a pair of scissors, clipping each one individually as Kimberly watched. In one corner, there had been a wildflower growing, a little orange blossom that Lance didn’t subject to the scissors. He plucked it instead, standing up and giving to the lady of the house.

“You might want to keep that one,” Lance said, his hand brushing against hers.

From there, it didn’t take long for the two to make more of a connection. Kimberly kept asking Lance to clear up some

imaginary issue at the very edges of the lawn, close to where she would stay and watch him. Lance knew what she wanted, and he enticed her further by removing his shirt, sometimes even before he had worked up a sweat. Kimberly couldn’t take her eyes off of him once he did that, and despite the fact that she didn’t say a word on the visit when he first did it, Lance could tell it was a good idea. He could see the way she kept crossing and re-crossing her legs and the way her pale skin flushed.

The second time that Lance decided to show up and remove his shirt was what Kimberly needed to act. She waved him over.

“I have something else I need your help with, but it’s inside,” Kimberly said.

Lance knew better than to ask her a question as he went up the steps and onto the deck. “Anything I can do for you, I’ll do.”

“Thank you. You’re so...helpful,” Kimberly said, reaching out to Lance and barely keeping herself from touching him. She couldn’t control herself, that much was easy to see. Lance went into the house, looking around for whatever tiny job Kimberly had that needed his attention.

He was turned away just long enough for Kimberly to drop her robe to the floor, showing the sheer lacy lingerie she was wearing underneath it. Her pale skin was crossed with white,

accentuating the curves that she worked so hard to build and maintain through methods both artificial and natural. Her nipples might have been hidden, but their pink color was peeking out between the netted holes of her bra. Below her neck, there was not a trace of hair, not even where her pink pussy peeked out from the hole in her panties.

“I can definitely help with that,” Lance said, approaching Kimberly. He put a hand against her cheek, kissing her. There could be no better invitation than to see her in her lingerie, and Lance’s first instinct was to tear it off her body. His hands moved across her and around her, going for the clasp that he knew would be in the back, but he was stopped before he could find it.

“No,” Kimberly said. “Keep it on. My...my husband never has time for me. I bought this special, for him. But he’s never once wanted me in it. I’ve tried so many times. I’m done trying with him. He missed his chances.”

“I won’t,” Lance said, kissing her again.

Her body was so small and thin compared to his. The only thing that was big about her were her breasts, pressing against Lance’s chest. His hands went to them, groping her and making her sigh and moan. He wanted to reach underneath it, but he settled on pinching her nipples through the lace. Kimberly bit her

lip, savoring the slight pain that she felt from his strong hands. He spun Kimberly around, pressing his hips against her ass, holding her breasts from behind.

That was the thing about rich young trophy wives. Their husbands never had time for them, and their husbands spent all that time working jobs that barely used their hands at all. Their husbands’ hands were for shaking the hands of other men, not for lifting and moving, and certainly not for strength. They typed and tapped at screens, doing nothing to help them with their wives, whose bodies needed grasping and squeezing and rubbing. Lance’s hands were all over Kimberly’s body, not just on her breasts, but down her toned belly, squeezing her smooth thighs, and teasing her labia. He spread them with his index and ring fingers, letting his middle finger push into her.

“Ohhh!” Kimberly moaned, letting her voice ring out into the empty air of the mansion. “Give it to me, give it to me...”

She no doubt felt the thick cock that Lance had hidden in his pants. He was hard for her, like most heterosexual men would be for a woman like Kimberly. At the time, he wondered what kind of man would let Kimberly go wanting in bed. When he was older, he knew that neither love nor lust drove some men, that only the allure of money and power drove them, and that to get a pretty wife with the perfect figure was just another item that they had to

have to keep climbing the ladder to get that money and power. That was the position Kimberly had been hoping to get into, but now she was finding that that perfect body needed more than it was getting.

Kimberly had taken on the passive role for far too long in her life. She broke Lance’s grasp on her body, turning to face him again. She sank down to her knees and undid his belt, opening up his pants to see the bulge that awaited her within. She was met with the smell of a real man, the scent of sweat and balls heavy with semen. Kimberly’s eyes went wide, and all she could even think to do was press her face against the bulge, taking in the scent that her most primal instincts longed for. She paused only for a moment, before her body’s hunger reminded her that to sate her desires, she needed to do more than just lose herself in the intoxicating scent of Lance’s body.

Grabbing the edges of his boxers, she pulled them down and immediately took his long, black cock between her lips. Kimberly’s puffed-up lips might have lacked dexterity, but they looked damn good sucking on Lance’s cock, and he didn’t need her to feel that good anyway. This was just a warmup for Lance, to take him from mostly hard to achingly so, and he didn’t intend to finish in Kimberly’s mouth. This was the key to any cuckold wife – to give them what they didn’t get from their husband, and Lance could

tell almost immediately from her oral technique that she was experienced at it. No doubt a large number of her recent sexual encounters with her husband consisted exclusively of her sucking him off, with minimal consideration for her own wants and needs. Lance was not going to disappoint her like that.

He let her get her fill of sucking on him, and then he put a hand on her head, backing her away gently. She looked up, her mouth still wide open, still drooling from those fake lips. She looked happy.

There was no need for words between the two of them. When a sexual connection was made between a married woman and the bull who was going to take her, sometimes words weren’t needed. Kimberly went to the couch, lying back and spreading her legs for Lance. He lined himself up, plunging deep into Kimberly’s pussy the instant he could. There was no reason to wait. Every moment of waiting was another moment that Kimberly could change her mind and back out, and Lance didn’t want that to happen. He wanted to make good on this encounter.

Kimberly was moaning before he even touched her, intoxicated by the mere taboo of the act of cheating on her husband. But soon those moans turned to screams of pleasure when her tight white pussy was filled up. He held her by the hips, using his strong hands and arms to grasp her body and move it as

he wished. Her wet pussy soaked their crotches almost immediately, and Lance knew that there would be a stain on the pure white couch when they were done. He liked that thought.

Her breasts shook and jiggled as much as they could, silicone holding them mostly in the same shape even through the pounding she was taking. Kimberly looked like the kind of pornstar that would appear in hundreds of movies in thousands of positions and on millions of screens. Her husband could have had her any time he wanted her, and yet he didn’t. Kimberly moaned and screamed like a pornstar, she was dressed like a pornstar, and she took Lance’s cock like one as well.

“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!” Kimberly screamed, putting a hand between her legs after she said it. Her fingers rubbed her clit as quickly as they could, making her voice go ever higher until finally there was no sound coming out of her mouth. Her body shook in place on the couch, her pussy gripping Lance tightly, finally getting what she needed.

Lance didn’t stop. The best way to keep a woman happy was to keep doing the exact same thing she liked, and soon Kimberly had another orgasm running freely through her body. She was incoherent, the way Lance liked his partners to be once he got a hold of them. Now that she was that way, it was time to take his pleasure from her. He sped up to a pace that he preferred,

grabbing at her tits and enjoying the sensation on his hands. With a grunt that rose into nearly a roar, Lance filled Kimberly with his cum. He shoved himself inside deeply for the initial waves, then pulled out of her to shoot his load across her belly and breasts, marking her as his own.

Kimberly was eager to get off the couch and suck him clean, wanting only to taste the result of the purest lust that could exist between a man and a woman. When she had gotten a single taste of that result, she fell back onto the couch, her eyes rolling back in her head. There had scarcely been a woman more lost in a haze of endorphins than Kimberly.

“This...” Kimberly mumbled. Her words were hard to hear. “This can’t...”

“I understand,” Lance said, feeling that she would say “This can’t happen again” despite knowing that she would want it again. Seldom had a woman ever had his cock without wanting to have it again.

“This can’t be the last time,” Kimberly managed to say.

It wasn’t the last time. It wasn’t even the last time that day. Lance wasn’t sure how he managed to finish the landscaping work he was supposed to do, but he did. There was no worry of her husband catching them in the act; he wasn’t even on the right

continent for such a possibility. Lance took her in her marriage bed, not caring about whatever mess of Kimberly’s juices was left behind. He knew she didn’t care either.

____

“How long did you keep seeing her?” One of the men asked. He was in a suit with light pinstripes.

“Until I changed jobs,” Lance said.

“Did her husband ever find out?” Another man asked, raising his pen in the air. He looked the studious sort and was one of the few of the group who had brought pen and paper to the seminar.

“I don’t know if he did or didn’t. It doesn’t mean much to me, and it won’t mean much to you either. For the Rich Boy, his wife is just another object to show off his status to others. He doesn’t truly need a wife for a relationship or a partner, he needs a wife like he needs a yacht. The more beautiful his wife is, and the less she has to do, the better his status is. So, the wives always look elsewhere. To get the wife of a Rich Boy, you just have to be there when she’s looking, and you have to be something to look at.

“Once you’ve got her, she’ll want to keep you around. Her need for companionship is never really going to go away, so you can stay as long as you like. She will want to give you gifts, take trips with you, all of that. Say yes. Her husband won’t care enough

to stop her, since on his end, his wife will be happy, and she’ll stop nagging him to stay home more. If he knows what’s good for him, he won’t look into anything weird that she does.”

Lance followed up his words by putting bullet points on the board under the “Rich Boy” label. “Doesn’t want wife,” “Be where she’s looking,” “Say yes,” and “He won’t investigate.” Some of the assembled men took notes, while others nodded in contemplation.

“Some wives of Rich Boys are spoiled brats themselves, daughters of rich families who don’t know what a good thing is when they have it. That’s fine if you can put up with their bullshit. They’ll try to tell you they can’t see you anymore, or that their husband found out and is angry, or that she’s bored with you. Don’t listen to that. It doesn’t matter what she says, she still needs you and your cock. If you make a move on her, she’ll melt into a puddle in minutes. Fuck her hard to show her who’s boss and degrade her if you want. Rich brats love slumming it with guys like us.”

Lance looked around the room. “Any questions?”

“What do you mean by degrade her?” The studious man asked.

“Good question. Usually anything that isn’t normal oral or vaginal sex degrades a woman just like that, so anal is often the

best option. Rich Boys almost never get in there, and bratty wives will rarely enjoy it. Visible marks are not a good idea at all, so that rules out spanking or other disciplinary tools. The whole point of her is to look good, so you can’t compromise that. That’s the only way a Rich Boy is going to take issue with you fucking his wife.”

“Okay, I think I understand now,” The studious man went back to scribbling notes.

“Anyone else? No? Alright, the next type to cover is the Closet Faggot,” Lance said.

Some of the men around the room laughed at the words that Lance put on the board. Some were perplexed.

“This type of cuckold requires more hands-on engagement. If you’re comfortable with that, you can go after this kind.”

____

When Kimberly moved away, one of her friends in the neighborhood was more than happy to come on to Lance, seeing that she wouldn’t be stepping on any toes. Rebecca asked Lance to come by and keep her yard clean and tidy, yet Lance could see that there was little to be done. Over the last year and change that Lance had been seeing Kimberly, she had funded him opening up his own landscaping business, so he had been able to transfer over a few of his regular customers and had found a few new ones. The

moment he met with Rebecca, however, he could see that that wasn’t what she was after.

“My, my, my. I thought I knew what Kim had...” Rebecca said when she met Lance, putting a hand on his broad chest for a bare second. It was enough to tell him everything he needed to know about her aims.

“Good to meet you, Mrs. Escalante,” Lance said, shaking their hands in turn. “And Mr. Escalante.”

“Call me George,” Mr. Escalante said. “Firm handshake, very nice.

Rebecca had naturally most of the things that Kimberly had changed her body for. Her hair was a natural blonde with a few streaks of a brown mixed in, and her lips were full and pouty without even trying. Her breasts were even more artificial than Kimberly’s set, and bigger too. Lance would only learn later on that she was on her third set of implants, each one a new attempt to get her husband to notice her.

As the pair described the work that they needed Lance’s company to carry out, Lance kept watch on both of their eyes. Rebecca’s gaze kept wandering over Lance’s body, looking at his chest, his arms, and especially his crotch. Lance enjoyed the attention that she gave him, shifting his body ever so slightly so

that she could get a better view of him. Rebecca was practically drooling within minutes, and her legs had spread unconsciously. As a white woman, Rebecca was completely helpless to the allure of a black man like Lance. She would have had an easier time learning to fly than she would resisting his body.

George had a similar problem. His eyes were locked onto Lance’s body as well, going to the same places that Rebecca’s eyes went. Lance could see how George tried to stay seated, and how he hastily rearranged his crotch when he was forced by circumstance to stand up. The tent that was in George’s pants was obvious, though small, and Lance was simultaneously flattered and disgusted. He didn’t much enjoy George’s attentions, or the couple times that George got the courage to put his hand on Lance’s chiseled body, but he figured such things could be useful.

The couple wouldn’t take as long a dance as Kimberly had taken. When Lance had gotten the full picture of the landscaping job that they wanted and the contract form was filled out, he decided to make his move. There was no chance of anything going wrong; Lance could see how aroused they both were just by looking at him.

“Was there anything else you two needed?” Lance asked, standing up.

“I don’t think—” Rebecca started to say, but she stopped speaking when she saw Lance’s hand go to his crotch.

He unbuttoned, unzipped, and pulled out his long, black cock, letting it fall onto the table with a thud. Both husband and wife stared at it, speechless. Rebecca’s mouth hung open, her lips forming a perfect circle that Lance would have loved to shove his cock into. “Perhaps you need this?”

George looked shocked, as if he thought nobody could have found out his secret. It was obvious to everyone who talked with him what he was really about. The constraints of his position in life meant that he had to be with a woman to maintain his place in high society. Simple money inherited from generational wealth wouldn’t do it. Lance knew what he needed, and what Rebecca, the ignored wife, needed as well.

“Suck it,” Lance said, pointing to his cock.

Both husband and wife tried to follow the order, knocking aside chairs to do so. Their lips met on his cock with more passion they had ever had in their marriage. Rebecca took Lance deep into her mouth first, taking advantage of George’s slight hesitation, and sucked on Lance as greedily as she could. Rebecca was not as well-trained in sucking cock as Kimberly had been, but she made

up for that through raw enthusiasm. Within no time at all, he was at full mast.

George finally got up enough courage to lean forward and take over sucking on Lance’s cock. It was the first time Lance had ever gotten his cock sucked by another man, and he wasn’t very impressed with the white boy’s efforts. Lance put his hand on George’s head, pushing his cock deeper into the husband’s mouth. George choked on it, but made no move to get away, instead struggling and trying his best to give Lance the best blowjob he could give.

“Get off, let your wife show you how to suck a cock,” Lance said, pushing George away.

Rebecca was all too happy to take over, and George watched his wife with almost scientific interest. He saw how she had one of her hands cupping Lance’s balls, her thumb and index finger forming a circle that held Lance’s huge cock in place. He noticed Rebecca’s other hand, thumb clenched in her palm, bracing herself against her leg to stay in place properly. He even watched as Rebecca leaned all the way forwards, her neck bulging with the length of Lance’s shaft. The way that he watched Rebecca told Lance everything, and Lance’s mind worked on a solution that would help all three of them.

“Your wife wants my cock. You want my cock,” Lance said, looking at George. “I can let you both have it.”

“Please...” George said, holding onto Lance’s leg.

“But we have to come to an arrangement. I’ll accept money from you, of course, but for every time you get my cock, I want your wife at least twice,” Lance said.

“Yes, anything!” George said, his gaze drawn away from Lance’s face and towards Lance’s cock again. He couldn’t stop looking. Deprivation was a way of life for a Closet Faggot, since he couldn’t possibly go out and find a man to sleep with – he was well-known around town, he couldn’t have anyone over to his house lest his wife find out, and there were always prying neighborhood eyes keeping watch on him. But now his wife finding out about his orientation didn’t seem to be the highest of concerns for either of them. She likely knew already, so the revelation wasn’t that important.

The prying eyes in the neighborhood wouldn’t object to a man like Lance coming over if they knew he was there for the landscaping, so it was the perfect excuse for a Closet Faggot like George to finally get some cock. Adding to that, he wouldn’t care if his wife got some cock herself, as long as she kept it as discreet as

he did. Getting fucked by the same man was one surefire way to keep everything hidden.

“Go get your ass ready for my big black cock, then,” Lance said. “I’m going to fuck your wife, and then I’ll fuck you.”

George didn’t even hesitate. He was drunk on his single taste of cock, and with a cock like the one Lance had, it was easy to become intoxicated even for the most experienced of gay boys.

Lance hauled Rebecca to her feet, looking her in the face. Drool ran from her mouth, and her legs wobbled and shook. She wore a sundress, with a yellow bra and panty set underneath, and Lance tore the flimsy garments apart with his strong hands. He bent Rebecca over the table, scattering the contract sheets and other paperwork aside in his haste to take this new woman. He so loved fucking other men’s wives.

“Has your faggot husband ever touched you like this?” Lance asked, holding Rebecca against the table and sliding two fingers into her dripping cunt.

“Never!” Rebecca said.

“That’s a shame,” Lance said. His fingers moved inside her, pumping in and out as quickly as he dared to go. Her wetness dripped onto the floor, staining the carpet. Lance pulled his

fingers out, wiping them on Rebecca’s thigh before shoving his cock deep inside her.

“Ahhhhhh!” Rebecca screamed, pushing herself back against Lance’s crotch with abandon. She wanted it so badly that she had a hard time controlling herself enough to get on the same rhythm as Lance. Geroge returned just in time to see his wife in the throes of ecstasy, screaming out everything that was on her mind.

“Yes, yes, fuck yes, fuck me like this every fucking day! I need it, I have to have it, fuck me, fuck my husband, fuck me right in front of him and make him watch how to fuck a woman!” Rebecca cried out, her words punctuated by Lance’s thrusts. When Lance bent over and reached around Rebecca’s hips to rub her clit, her words went away entirely, drowned out and lost in the pleasure that was ripping through her body.

As Lance would come to find out, George wasn’t fully gay. He was most of the way there, but there were times when his love of women came to the forefront. He had affection for Rebecca, and he considered them to be in a good and loving relationship, despite their sexual mismatch, so to see her getting pounded by Lance right there in the middle of their living room was difficult for him. He tried to refocus on Lance’s body, watching that massive cock pump in and out of his wife, but the humiliation was still a lot to handle.

George’s cock vacillated between soft and hard, as if unable to determine whether he found the situation hot or not. His body settled on hot, and he took a seat, stroking himself slowly to the sight of his wife getting pounded by Lance’s huge, hard cock. George’s own shaft was short, four, maybe five inches at the most, and precum flowed from the moment that he began. He sat oddly on the chair because his asshole was ready for Lance to take him, lubed up and ready to go.

Lance knew that he had to fuck both of them, so he got himself close to the edge inside Rebecca’s tight, wet cunt. It took a little while, time he was happy to make George wait through while Lance took his pleasure. When he was satisfied with how he had fucked Rebecca, having ripped at least one orgasm out of her, and possibly two, Lance pulled out of her, dripping more of her juices onto the carpet.

“Suck me clean, then bend over right next to your wife,” Lance said, staring straight at George. There was no room for argument or discussion. If George wanted to be fucked, he would have to suck the evidence of his wife’s infidelity right off of this man’s cock.

George stood up, but Lance held up a hand. “Crawl.”

The command put George right where he knew he should be. He crawled towards Lance on his hands and knees. He was the closeted cuckold faggot who would bottom for this man mere moments after the man had taken his wife. Of course, his place was on his hands and knees. Of course, he would suck Lance’s cock. George opened his mouth and cleaned up after his wife, like a good cuckold should.

“Good. Now bend over next to her,” Lance said.

For those bulls who enjoy fucking both men and women, there were few pleasures quite like having a husband-and-wife pair right next to one another and taking whichever one you pleased. Lance pushed his way into George, spreading the white boy’s asshole wider than it had likely ever been spread before. It was a tight fit, tighter than most, a quality that Lance knew he would change, given enough time.

“Are you a virgin up here, faggot?” Lance asked.

George wasn’t the one who answered. Rebecca had regained enough of her wits to chime in instead. “No, he asked me to fuck him with a strap-on before. I guess he needed the real thing.”

“That’s all your experience?” Lance asked. All George could do was nod.

“Too bad, because I’m going to use you like a cheap whore,” Lance said.

He didn’t go easy on George. The moment that Lance had pushed his cock even halfway inside, he started fucking the poor white boy with all his strength. Lance wanted to dominate him completely, to show him that there was finally a real man around, and that this was how a real man fucked. George gritted his teeth against the assault on his asshole at first, but settled in after the first few thrusts, eventually starting to moan just like his wife had.

“Stroke yourself, don’t make your wife do it,” Lance said, seeing George’s hand slide across the table to move Rebecca’s arm. George likely wanted some help, but was too terrified to get Lance to do it. George’s hand went between his own legs, stroking himself quickly as Lance rammed into him. Within seconds, George reached the point where he had to slow down his strokes so that he could last longer and enjoy the sensation of finally being fucked like he needed it.

“You’re close?” Lance asked.
“Y-yes!” George stuttered.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, daddy!” George said, making Rebecca laugh. “Good, now cum on my cock,” Lance said.

Rebecca watched George shoot his load onto the carpet below. There was more cum dripping from George than Rebecca had ever gotten from him. While the intricacies of anal meant that a man would often cum more when his ass was getting pounded, that wasn’t enough to account for this. Only extreme levels of arousal could account for the amount of cum that George shot all over the floor. Pulse after thick pulse fell from his cock, showing off almost as much cum as Lance had pumped into Rebecca’s cunt.

Lance grinned, and grabbed George’s hips, hard. As Lance would come to find out over his career fucking cuckolds and their wives, the best part was always fucking them right after they had cum, when he could force even more pleasure onto them while they were helpless to resist. Even though women could handle it better than men could, neither could take it very well, and their moans and screams were music to Lance’s ears.

“Now you can stroke him,” Lance said to Rebecca. She smiled and gladly obliged, getting under the table and stimulating George’s already-oversensitive penis. George groaned and writhed, but he was older than Lance, and his body was soft, compared to Lance’s young and strong body. Lance kept fucking him, really forcing George to understand what he was getting into when it came to sex with another man. If you came early, that was

on you, you would have to pay the price. Lance wouldn’t stop until George’s ass was full of his cum.

“Please!” George moaned, struggling to get away. Lance simply held him down more firmly, driving his cock home. It was too much for George, as his body gave up against the overstimulation, and a second orgasm was ripped from his body. More cum fell to the floor as George’s body went from sexual torture to sexual exhilaration in the span of a second.

With a few final thrusts, Lance joined George in that exhilaration. The whole time he had been using George’s ass, he hadn’t been able to get all the way in. Only now, on this last thrust, did he get his entire cock fully inside, stretching the cuckold faggot out more than he had ever been stretched before. His cum went even deeper than that, filling George’s ass with heat. George moaned, his afterglow made even better by the pulsing and twitching he felt. Lance looked down at his black cock buried in the ass of this white boy and felt that he could get used to this kind of thing. After all, white boys like George were cut from a lot of the same cloth as white girls, after all. They both bent over readily for a huge black cock.

Lance kept up his domination of Rebecca and George, fucking Rebecca at least twice for each time he let George have a taste. There were times when he fucked them both in sequence

like he did that first time, and there were times when he had one or the other separately. He made sure over the next few months that both of them knew exactly how to accept his cock into every hole they had. He could pick whatever he wanted to do to them, and they would accept it, simply happy to have his cock inside them.

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“Did you ever switch between them in the middle, like when you’re fucking two sluts, and you just go from one pussy to the other and back again?” The man in the pinstriped suit asked.

“Of course you can do that, but never go to the wife’s pussy for it. You can go from, but not to. A good bull doesn’t cause problems like that for a woman. Use only the couple’s asses and mouths. Remember one of the basic acts of cuckolding is to force the husband to suck you clean. That’s not just for the end of sex, it can be done at any time,” Lance said.

“Does this whole section boil down to ‘fuck both of them’?” The studious man asked.

“Essentially it does,” Lance said. “If a Closet Faggot is getting what he wants, then it doesn’t matter to him if his wife gets what she wants, even if he has no interest in her. Jealousy can be a powerful motivator for a man, and in this case, he’ll be jealous of

his wife for getting your cock when he himself can’t have it. Letting him have it as well can dispel that jealousy.”

“I understand now.” The studious man scribbled something in his notebook.

“Would racial dominance help?” Another man asked.

“Of course. White boys are basically white girls, but with tiny dicks instead of a pussy. He already knows he’s nothing compared to you in the bedroom, how could he be? Show him that he’s just another set of cracker holes for you to fuck, and that he should be grateful you allow him to be with you. Dominate him physically, too, if you can. There’s a stereotype about gay men working out a lot for a reason, even closeted gay men. They do it to sublimate the desires they have that they can’t realize, so you might not always be able to hold the Closet Faggot down and take him. That’s where you can use tools. Never be afraid to use whatever tools you have at your disposal! Sex toys exist for a reason!”

Lance added some more notes to the board under “Closet Faggot” including “Fuck them both,” “Dominate him sexually,” “Sublimated desires,” “Use tools,” and lastly the circled phrase “Be the top.”

He pointed at the circle. “Be the top. Don’t let him fuck your ass, of course, but also don’t have him in your mouth. You can

have him rim you if you like, because that’s degrading for a lot of guys, but never let him inside you. You’re a bull. You’re the man. Don’t even touch his dick unless you’re punishing him, but the Closet Faggot doesn’t need that. Other categories of cuckold will need you to touch them to punish them. All of the Closet Faggot’s pleasure should come from your cock, or his own hands. If you keep that up, he’ll learn his place beneath you.”

“Does that mean we shouldn’t let him ride us?” The pinstriped man asked.

“That’s fine. Positions don’t matter as much as the psychological effect. Bitches ride you, don’t they?” Lance asked. There were a few laughs from the assembled men in reply. Lance simply smiled.

“Treat him like a bitch, I got it,” The third man said, nodding.

“Exactly. That will bring us to our next type of cuckold, the Sissy Bitch,” Lance said, writing the words on the board.

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There were times when Lance’s schedule, and cock, were more open than others. He knew exactly where to go when those times hit. There were bars in every city that catered to women in relationships specifically. Even if it wasn’t the aim of the bar per se, the combination of attributes that the bar had made it

exceedingly attractive to women who were paired up. The drink menu was extensive and a little expensive, with a cornucopia of mixed drinks available in interesting colors and glasses. The atmosphere of the bar didn’t lend itself to single people meeting one another, but instead to small groups having fun together.

Lance also knew that a man talking to a woman first was somewhat frowned upon in this place. That fact didn’t worry him. He knew his worth, and it never took long for women’s eyes to be attracted to him. His sheer physicality did the job for him, and it took barely half a drink for a woman to approach his spot at the bar.

“Um, hi, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you around here before.” The woman was pretty, short, white, with long brown hair that she had tied into an intricate bun. Her black dress, shining jewelry, and immaculate makeup all bore the look of a young woman who didn’t get that many chances to go out on the town and that she was going to make the most of her night, no matter what.

“No, I’ll wager you haven’t. My name’s Lance,” Lance said, turning to greet her. He offered her the seat next to him at the bar, and she took it. Lance had repositioned the seat so it was a little closer to him than it otherwise would have been, but the woman didn’t seem to mind.

“My name’s Nina,” she said, smiling. “Um, what brings you here tonight?”

Lance almost laughed aloud at how adorable Nina was acting. She had clearly never done anything like this before, and he could see how her pale face was turning a deep shade of pink. He kept his laughter in to keep from driving her away. After all, he wanted to see where this went. Nina was an attractive woman; her body was slim underneath the dress that clung tightly to her. When she noticed him looking at her, she shifted, as if nervous about how his eyes travelled over her large breasts. Even more evidence that Nina was inexperienced. Her bra was inadequate to conceal her nipples underneath her dress, since she had obviously chosen it to hide under the dress, not to contain her. The fabric was beginning to poke outwards.

“Looking for some good company after work. You can’t really relax with employees,” Lance said. He wanted to let her know that he was successful in his own way. In Lance’s experience, it got over one of the big hurdles that often kept white women like Nina from really giving in to her latent desires. Lance knew white women worried about getting together with some “thug” who didn’t even have a job, much less one with employees underneath him, so Lance knew not to play to that stereotype except in very certain circumstances. Nina’s attire and mannerisms didn’t make

her seem like the type that was “slumming it” by looking for a black guy to fuck, so Lance didn’t need to play to the stereotype, he needed to play against it.

“Oh, do you, um, have employees?” Nina asked.

“I do. I run a small landscaping company. They’re good guys, but they’re not so easy on the eyes as you are,” Lance said.

“Thank you,” Nina said. “My girlfriend and I have a table, would you like to join us?”

She spoke so fast that Lance instantly knew she had been rehearsing the words in her head. Lance found her nerves adorable. It was rare that he, or any man, was approached by a pair of women. Even rarer still was him being approached by a lesbian couple, so he assumed that she used the word “girlfriend” to mean a platonic relationship. Still, if he had his way, their relationship would soon turn sexual.

“Sure, let’s go,” Lance said. The response didn’t seem to make her less nervous, even though it was exactly what she wanted. Anticipation was getting to her.

The table was in a secluded part of the bar, and when Lance arrived at the table, he could instantly see what was going on. The girl at the table wasn’t what Lance had expected. She wore a dress that was pretty although less revealing, accentuating it with

makeup and jewelry. She was clearly done up in a fancier way than Nina had been. Her body was also slim, like Nina’s, and her breasts were smaller, but these didn’t seem like they matched her body, because they didn’t.

Nina’s girlfriend was clearly her boyfriend, crossdressing for the night. The hair on “her” head was from a wig, spilling out in a pretty blonde mass of curls. She looked embarrassed for even being looked at by Lance, and her cheeks were turning even redder than the blush that adorned them. She didn’t say a word initially, looking at Nina and waiting for her to take the lead. Lance could tell the difference between a trans woman and a sissy, and this was clearly a Sissy Bitch who needed a real man in the bedroom.

“This is, um, Sarah, my girlfriend,” Nina said.

“Good to meet you, Sarah. You look very pretty tonight,” Lance said.

“Thank you,” Sarah replied, her voice a falsetto that needed work.

“How long has Sarah been a sissy?” Lance asked.

Lance loved the looks on Nina and Sarah’s faces. There was power that came with immediately breaking the ice that always formed ahead of these encounters. It showed confidence,

perception, and it allowed them to skip past a lot of the tedium that most people didn’t enjoy. Lance was assisted by his perceptive abilities, which allowed him to intuit what other men and women wanted, particularly whites. They were the easiest people to read, to Lance, since they almost always wanted one thing: his big black cock. Lance was happy to give it to them.

Nina spoke first, since Sarah seemed far too shocked at having her secret discovered to say anything at all. “I don’t really know. He, um, she, hasn’t ever gone out like this before.”

“You could have fooled me with how nice you look,” Lance said.

One of the keys to seducing a Sissy Bitch and her wife, or in this case her girlfriend, was to make her feel like a girl. Compliments on how feminine, pretty, or sexy the sissy was when dressed up were a central component. There were humiliation aspects as well that Lance employed, but those aspects were to be kept to the bedroom setting. When outside a directly sexual situation, the sissy should be showered with praise to keep her self-esteem up enough that she would think continuing was a good idea. Not only that but maintaining a good relationship with the sissy always made her wife or girlfriend think better of Lance, and thus made her far more willing to do whatever Lance wanted, whenever he wanted.

There were more blushes from Sarah. “I...um...thank you so much. I didn’t think I looked pretty.”

“You do. You look so good that even if Nina hadn’t caught my eye, I still might have fucked you tonight,” Lance said. It wasn’t the full truth, but it was close enough to the truth. Lance would have been more likely to go after a woman than a sissy; however, finding a sissy was always a decent way to get at whatever wife or girlfriend the sissy had back at home, if they had one at all. There was always that risk, but even if the sissy didn’t have anyone, Lance still got to fuck a tight little hole.

Sarah was embarrassed and flattered into silence, and Lance gave her a cheeky smile and a wink, just to make her heart flutter even more. Nina took Sarah’s hand, holding it tightly. Sarah’s fingernails were polished in a light pink, going nicely with the red dress she wore.

“So, you’re...okay with us?” Nina asked.

“Of course. Two girls are better than one,” Lance said. “What’s your dynamic? Are you his domme?”

“Kind of?” Nina said. She had a drink at the table and took more of a gulp than a sip from it. She needed a little more courage, something Lance found funny, considering what Sarah was doing. “I don’t know, I’m not very good at it.”

“I think you’re really good at it,” Sarah said, squeezing Nina’s hand in return. “I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you.”

“I can teach you a few things,” Lance said. He turned to look at Sarah. “Have you ever been with a real man before?”

“No...” Sarah said.
“I can teach you all about that, too. Don’t worry,” Lance said. “Will you be gentle with me?” Sarah asked.
“I’ll treat you like a girl,” Lance replied.

It wasn’t precisely the promise that Sarah was looking for, but it was the one she needed. Lance knew he would be rough with her. He knew that Sarah would feel humiliation, pain, and discomfort over the course of the night. There was no question about it in Lance’s mind about what he was going to do to Sarah, and by now there was no question whether he was going to get to do it. He took a look at Sarah’s dress, trying to glimpse between her body and the table whether or not there was an embarrassing little tent forming.

The conversation wound its way around and through topics, and Lance found out that the couple were both very new to feminization and any kind of submission play, only really taking the step of going out and meeting him tonight in a moment of bravery that they had been building up to for months. When

questioned why Sarah didn’t have any kind of visible erection, Nina intimated that there was something more to the story, but Sarah had stopped her from revealing what it was. Lance knew he would find out soon enough.

Their apartment together wasn’t far from the bar, a 10-minute drive that had Lance following the two in his car. They waited for him in the parking lot of their building, and Lance met with them, putting his arm around each of their waists and grabbing their asses together. It didn’t matter who was watching them in the dim evening light, whether from their building or the one across the street, they both liked being groped by this brand-new man.

When the three of them got inside, they wasted no time and got to the bedroom straight away. Nina took a moment to use the adjoining bathroom, leaving Lance and Sarah alone together.

“What...would you like to do?” Sarah asked, her voice filled to the brim with apprehension.

Lance approached her, not replying as he grabbed her body. One hand went behind her neck, enforcing his dominance over the Sissy Bitch in one smooth motion, forcing her to look up at him. The other hand went to Sarah’s crotch where he found out

how Sarah kept from showing off her secret to everyone in the bar.

“Mm, a chastity cage,” Lance whispered into Sarah’s ear. “How long has this been on?”

“Three days,” Sarah replied. “Please let me out...” “I don’t have the key. Does Nina?” Lance asked. “Yes, she does, she’s my mistress,” Sarah said. “And now I’m your master. Say it for me.” “You’re my master.”

“Good girl,” Lance said, squeezing Sarah’s cage through her dress. “You’re not going to get out of your cage tonight unless you do a very, very good job for me, understand?”

“Yes...master,” Sarah said.

“I don’t think you’ll need to be let out. I’d like to see if you can cum with your cage on,” Lance said.

“Can I do that?” Sarah asked.

“Yes, all girls like you can,” Lance said.

It was true, so far as Lance knew or cared. Every Sissy Bitch became that way for a reason, and there was one common thread among them all. They all loved to take it in the ass. Nothing got a

Sissy Bitch hard and excited like their tight little assholes getting played with, whether by fingers or toys or a huge black cock. They loved the feeling of being thrown on their back with their legs high in the air or bent over with a skirt flipped up for easier access. It got even easier to force a Sissy Bitch to cum just from anal when he was locked in a cage, since there was no hope of any other kind of orgasm, and the simple act of being locked up heightened their arousal.

Lance could see and feel that Sarah was achingly hard in her cage. There was a little wetness against his finger, and when he pressed against it, more fluid came out. It was undoubtedly precum, a sign of just how aroused Sarah was. Lance lifted his hand to Sarah’s lips.

“Clean.”

Sarah licked up the precum without hesitation. Evidently, she had done this before.

“Good girl. Are you ready to be fucked in your ass tonight?”

Sarah nodded eagerly, the hair on her wig bouncing as she did so.

“Say it.”
“I’m ready to be fucked in my ass tonight, Master.”

“Good girl.”

Nina emerged from the bathroom, now completely naked. Her figure was what Lance had expected from seeing her in the bar, though it was still much better to see her in person. Upon exiting the bathroom, Nina had shown a confidence she evidently didn’t feel. Nina only just managed to stop her hands from covering her breasts up, crossing them across her belly and in doing so actually accentuating their size.

“I thought, um, that Sarah should be the prettier one of us right now,” Nina said. “So you’d fuck her first.”

Lance listened to her, looking her body over. This woman was not dominant in any way. She pretended to be a domme for the good of her sissy boyfriend, even though she had no aptitude for it. Everything that they had done was likely because Sarah had come up with the ideas and asked Nina to “force” those things to happen. Lance had suspected that her dominance was merely an illusion, and it was confirmed the moment that he saw her. A truly dominant woman did not need leather, latex, or lace to show her status. She could be intimidating no matter her state of undress and could force a Sissy Bitch like Sarah to grovel at her feet with a word. Nina was not that kind of woman at all. Dominant women were rare indeed. Losing her clothing made her just as submissive as Sarah.

“I’ll fuck whichever one of you I want to,” Lance said, leaving Sarah aside and approaching Nina.

He went around one side of her, forcing her to turn to face him. When he put his hand on her neck, just as he did with Sarah, she gasped in surprise, a little signal of pleasure that Lance had anticipated. He stared into her eyes, transfixing her, not allowing her to look away from his face to see what he was doing to her body. He traced his fingers on his free hand across her upper chest, touching her breasts and teasing the goosebumps that now rose all over her body. Nina shook and gasped under his touch, and when he pinched her nipple, hard, she fell to her knees.

“That’s good, just where a girl like you belongs,” Lance said.

Nina wasn’t expecting the sudden loss in power, but she would come to enjoy it in time. Lance looked to Sarah and beckoned her over. Sarah knelt beside her girlfriend at Lance’s feet.

“Look at you two pretty girls,” Lance said. “I think Sarah and I are overdressed. Nina, help me with my clothes. Sarah, you don’t need that dress, just your underwear.”

Nina got to work removing the suit that Lance wore, following orders without a word of objection. She hesitated only when she removed Lance’s shirt, taking a moment to run her

hands across his smooth, dark skin, and when she pulled his pants down, rubbing her face against his leg. Nina couldn’t help herself. Even as socially awkward as she was, she was still a white woman, and completely unable to help herself even when it stepped out of the bounds of social decorum. When Lance was left in just his underwear, he put a hand on Nina’s head.

“Stop. Have you ever been with a black man before?” Lance asked.

“No, only white men,” Nina said. “How big is Sarah?” Lance asked. “Seven inches,” Nina replied. “Sarah, is that true?”

“No, master,” Sarah said, blushing.
“You lied to Nina, didn’t you?”
“Yes, master.”
“Tell your girlfriend how big you really are.” “Five inches.”

It still wasn’t bad for a white boy. Lance knew that white boys often didn’t measure up to that length. It was funny to him

that even though hers among the biggest white boys could muster, Sarah still couldn’t even use it, since it was all locked away.

“Go ahead, Nina, look inside and see what a cock twice his size is like,” Lance said. Between Sarah’s legs, he could see her bulge, the outline of a cage evident against the pink fabric, and her trapped penis twitching frantically, trying to get out. The pink panties were a matched set with her pink bra, the bra obviously padded and filled out with a pair of socks. It was a low-rent solution, one that Lance knew how to take advantage of.

Nina pulled Lance’s underwear down and was met with a cock that had broken many a woman and bitch boy before. Her eyes went wide at the sight of it. Lance would only later get an explanation for what she thought about when she saw it, and why she did what she did. Nina thought that cocks like Lance’s only existed in fiction and in porn, that she would never get to see one like his in-person. She was amazed at how big it looked when it wasn’t even fully hard, and when she held it in her hands, she couldn’t even begin to cover it up fully. She got closer to it, wondering if it was longer than her face was, putting his cock across her face so that her chin touched Lance’s balls. The moment she felt it brushing against her hair, she knew that she was in for it. She had no idea how she could handle such a cock in

her pussy. She also had no idea how Sarah could handle such a cock in her ass or mouth.

Lance simply watched Nina and Sarah both go through stages of wonder and curiosity. He waved Sarah a little closer, allowing her to join in on Nina’s exploration. When Sarah tried to speak, Lance put a finger on her lips, silencing her. This was a moment for quiet exploration, not for speaking. He wanted them both to approach the cock that would be fucking them without anyone else’s judgements or ideas. Just touch, look, and savor the experience.

It was Sarah who put Lance’s cock in her mouth first, unable to resist her Sissy Bitch tendencies for long. She tried to take it in too far, no doubt imitating some video she had watched. Sarah choked on Lance’s cock, having gone too far, too fast. She had to pull back and recover, trying her best to catch her breath.

“Slowly, like you did with the dildo,” Nina said, holding Lance’s cock. She put it in her own mouth. She savored his taste, licking his length with her long tongue and bathing him gently. There was no doubt that Nina knew what she was doing, and even if it seemed like she couldn’t handle Lance’s full length, she could still do her best with the half she could fit.

Nina took her time sucking on Lance, licking over the tip of his cock in the hope of catching some of his precum. Yet she still knew she had to share. Their night was supposed to be about Sarah, and so Nina guided Sarah to Lance’s cock, guiding her to take it slowly. An overeager cocksucker could be almost as bad as an unwilling one when it came to a man’s pleasure. Lance greatly preferred Sarah’s second try at sucking on him, when Sarah’s practice really came into play.

No matter how much he was enjoying the two girls at his feet passing his cock back and forth, it was time to go to the next event. There was no way that the couple would consider the night a success without Sarah’s ass getting fucked hard and filled with cum. He put a hand on both of their heads, bidding them to look up at him. It was a fine sight, seeing a beautiful white woman and a pathetic white Sissy Bitch kneeling at his feet.

“Bedtime,” Lance said.

“Yes, master,” Sarah said.

“Yes...master,” Nina said, her cheeks flushing red the moment she said it. She followed Sarah, the both of them getting on the bed, side by side. The outline in Sarah’s panties was even more evident now, the bulge of her cage accentuated by the wetness that came from the end of it.

“I like the way you both look, but I’m going to make a change,” Lance said, looking at the pair on the bed. “Sarah, your tits are too small. Stuff them more.”

“Yes, Master,” Sarah said. “How big do you want them?”

“Bigger than Nina’s,” Lance said, watching Sarah’s reaction. “That’s right, sissy, you’re going to be the hot and slutty girl you always wanted to be.”

Sarah got up and went to her dresser, opening a drawer that was filled to the brim with panties, bras, hosiery, and long socks that would be perfect for a Sissy Bitch like her. She picked a pair of long rainbow-colored socks and rolled them up, stuffing them into her bra.

“Good. Now drop your panties,” Lance said.

Sarah took a moment, her heart no doubt pounding out of her chest. Her chastity cage was made of pink plastic, matching perfectly with her panties and her bra. When she pulled the panties down, a string of fluid connected the panties to her cage, showing how utterly soaked she had made them. Sarah couldn’t stop dripping precum, and her dick kept twitching in its cage, wanting more than anything to be out.

“Get your lube, sissy,” Lance said. He grabbed Nina’s legs, pulling her towards him and spreading her legs. “You’ll be my lube.”

Nina wasn’t expecting to hear that, but she squeaked with delight and surprise as she slid along the bed. Lance had to crouch down a little to line himself up with her pussy, but when he got in it, was well worth it. Nina was tight, yet not so tight that he had any trouble getting in. Her pussy was soaking wet, and she opened up to accept him with ease, like her pussy was made to fit him, and not her Sissy Bitch of a boyfriend. Nina’s mouth was open and making a sound like she was being strangled even though Lance’s hands were nowhere near her neck. She was experiencing too much stretching and pleasure to possibly make any other sound than what her body could force out.

Lance decided to get his hands on Nina’s tits while he had the chance. He squeezed her hard, confirming that this shy girl really was all-natural. Her breasts were jiggly, moving every time Lance thrust into her. The only way Lance found that he could make her tits not move around was by squeezing and groping her more actively, something he took pleasure in doing. He pinched and pulled on her nipples, acting like he was milking her big, creamy-white tits. Nina’s eyes opened, and she looked at what his

hands were doing, as if wanting to see what exactly was making her feel so good.

Sarah had retrieved her lube in the meantime, spreading it on her fingers and bending over next to the bed. Lance took one look at her and knew he had to make a change. He grabbed Sarah and pulled her onto the bed. Sarah wasn’t very big, and she didn’t resist when Lance maneuvered her in place right on top of Nina, so that his bitches were face-to-face, and breast-to-breast. He watched Sarah finger herself and the couple kiss one another, while he kept fucking Nina, slowing down his pace only so that they could put on a better show for him.

When Lance figured Sarah was ready, he pulled out of Nina’s pussy, and put the head of his cock against Sarah’s ass. Sarah froze the instant she realized what was happening. She was going to lose her sissy virginity.

“Master?” Nina asked.

“I have to fuck Sarah now, understand?” Lance said.

“I understand, I just wanted you to cum inside me,” Nina replied.

“I know. Nina, tell me what her face looks like the first time she gets filled up by a real man,” Lance said.

“Yes, master,” Nina said. “She looks so nervous. Now she’s smiling a little. Are you going inside her? She looks like she’s in pain. She’s so beautiful like this. Come here, stay close to me, he’s so big and he’s going to be all the way inside you, just like you’re a real girl! Sarah’s doing great, master, she keeps dripping onto me, and her eyes are starting to roll back!”

“How do you feel, sissy?” Lance asked.

“Full.”

Lance gave a smile and started working his cock inside the Sissy Bitch. He went slowly, pushing hard into Sarah’s asshole to get in as far as he could go with every single thrust. There still was a lot of length outside, yet that length seemed to get shorter with thrust after thrust. Sarah’s big, fake tits were pressed downward and onto Nina’s pair, a sight that Lance loved to see even if from behind. The drops of precum that dripped off of Sarah’s chastity cage were never ending now, turning into a single thin stream that fell onto Nina’s soaked pussy. Lance made a slight adjustment in his position, and he made the cage come into contact with Nina’s pussy. Now when he fucked Sarah, Nina got rubbed as well.

They needed no additional encouragement to hold one another, kissing and touching each other and putting on a show for Lance’s benefit. From time to time, one of them would look up

at him before doing something sexy or cheeky, as if they were asking him to watch this next part. Lance loved to watch the two, especially when he interrupted them with a particularly hard thrust.

“Master?” Sarah asked, her voice higher than ever. “Yes, sissy?” Lance replied.
“May I please cum?”
“Nina, do you think she should cum?” Lance asked. “Yes, master!” Nina said.

“You know where your cage is. You have to clean it all off of her pussy, understand me?” Lance said.

“Yes, master!” Sarah replied.

“Good girl. You can cum.”

Lance picked up his pace, fucking Sarah’s ass so hard that she would have no choice but to cum. His hands were on her hips, gripping her body so tightly that he was certain she’d be bruised and sensitive, but not nearly as sensitive as her ass was going to be. Sarah’s voice went from moans of desperation and intense sensation to a silent cry of ecstasy. She held onto Nina’s body for dear life, not knowing how much more she could handle. Her orgasm hadn’t even properly started yet, and still it felt so good.

Lance could tell when the first spurt of cum came from Sarah’s cage by the reaction that Nina gave. There was a yelp of shock from Nina, and then nothing but moans from the both of them. Sarah shook and quivered in place, her balls emptying themselves after what had been doubtless one of the most arousing experiences of her life. Her moans were low and guttural for a girl, yet they were high and pretty for a boy, marking the contrast that made up the whole life of a Sissy Bitch.

“Thank you, Master!” Sarah said.

“I’m not done yet, slut,” Lance said, picking up his pace. “I’m going to fuck all of the cum out of you.”

“Ahh! Please!” Sarah cried out. Lance didn’t know and didn’t care whether Sarah was asking him to please stop, or please give her more. Lance was going to give this Sissy Bitch what she needed, not what she wanted. He forced his cock into her, over and over, stretching her ass out until he couldn’t anymore. His cock erupted, filling Sarah’s ass with cum.

And yet Lance wasn’t done defiling her. He pulled himself out of Sarah, grabbing her body to push her off the bed and onto her knees. He took her by the back of her head, forcing her to suck him clean after he had just cum inside her. Sarah’s ass was gaping open, leaking cum onto the floor, her cage was still dripping, and

she was too lost in a haze of sissy submission to resist having to taste her own ass on his cock. It was what a Sissy Bitch should do. As her reward, she also got to taste the last drops of cum that Lance had for her. She sucked them out, savoring every little bit he allowed her to have.

“Thank you, master,” Sarah said when he let her off his cock.

“You’re welcome, slut,” Lance said. “You’re still not done. You have to clean up everything, especially your own mess. I don’t want to fuck Nina while your cum is all over her cunt.”

“Please, fuck me next!” Nina moaned.

“You heard her,” Lance said. He pushed Sarah towards Nina’s pussy, rubbing her face in the juicy wetness, smearing Sarah’s makeup more than it already was.

Lance took the time to clean himself off properly, getting ready for a second round. Sarah was good at eating pussy, that much Lance could see, and he knew that he would be making Sarah do a lot more of that in the future. He stroked himself back to hardness as he watched, joining Nina on the bed and groping her tits with his free hand. Nina held onto Lance for dear life as her own climax overtook her.

“Yes, yes, master, thank you! Fucking lick me, you sissy cunt! Get deeper! Make me ready for my master!” Nina said.

Lance was happy to see that she had accepted him as her master. He was going to fulfill her request, since she had asked so nicely. Sarah pulled away from Nina’s pussy when Nina started becoming oversensitive, and Lance was already there, shoving his cock inside. Nina’s eyes went from a state of sleepy afterglow to an alert arousal that immediately made her regret pushing Sarah away so quickly. Her white skin was flushed red, but like any good girl she didn’t resist Lance for even a second.

He fucked her as hard as he wanted. The second orgasm always took more time to achieve than the first for any man, so Lance knew that he would be forcing Nina through her paces. She called out her second orgasm of the night, probably thinking that that would make him stop, but it didn’t. He pulled out of her just long enough to make Sarah deepthroat his cock. That was all the break Nina got. Within minutes, Nina was incoherent, her body shaking uncontrollably, unable to even call out when her orgasms happened anymore. Lance couldn’t tell when she was cumming, only that she was cumming too much for her body to handle.

“Watch closely, sissy,” Lance said. “Get on the bed and watch how I fuck her. That’s what a girl gets to feel when a real man gets a hold of her. But you know about that already, don’t you?”

“Yes, master,” Sarah said.

“Get ready to lick her clean,” Lance said. As fun as it was to fuck a sissy, fucking a woman was infinitely better. He knew it was what women were good for, and he knew that he could give to any woman what very few men could. Lance gave Nina his second load of cum, showing her that he didn’t lose much potency just from fucking a Sissy Bitch beforehand. He gave her more cum, and deeper, than she had likely ever had it before. Lance wanted to push it as fully into her as he could, so that Sarah would have a harder time cleaning up his cum. After all, what was the point of cuckolding without some sadistic fun?

When Lance finally pulled out of Nina’s pussy, he laid on the bed, using Sarah’s mouth to clean off his cock first, to give Nina a moment to recover. Then Nina was right back to breathless moaning as Sarah cleaned up her pussy, licking deeply for every last drop of Lance’s cum.

Lance slept in the middle of the bed that night, with both of his new toys at either side of him. For now, the cage stayed on Sarah, as it would for another few days. It took some build up to make a sissy cum in her cage like Lance had just done for her. In the meantime, he would take advantage of Nina. After all, what other cock could she possibly get or want?

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Lance wrote more words underneath “Sissy Bitch” to emphasize the points he wanted to make. “Treat him like a girl,” “Humiliate him,” “Keep the lingerie on,” “Make him clean up,” and “Sissygasm” were all up there.

“This is the first subtype I wanted to talk about where a chastity cage can be an integral part of the experience. You’ll find it’s a good tool when it comes to dominating cuckold couples and can in fact be used on any of the types except for the Rich Boy,” Lance said.

“Why not the Rich Boy?” One man asked.

“Can anyone else answer that question for him?” Lance asked the assembly.

“It’s because you don’t come into contact with the Rich Boy when you’re seducing his wife,” the studious man said.

“That’s right. Do everything right and the Rich Boy will never notice you, so naturally a chastity cage is out of the question. The Closet Faggot may or may not submit to being caged, so you need to feel out whether or not that will ruin your chances at dominating the couple. The Sissy Bitch may already be caged up, and if that’s the case, you’ll need to put pressure on his woman to get the key that keeps him shut up in it. Otherwise, you can simply cage the Sissy Bitch yourself and force the issue. Looking ahead,

the same principle applies to the last category of Beta Male couples, the True Cuckold, who again may or may not already be caged up, whether by his own choice or by his woman’s choice. Our next category, the Last Pick, also known as the Simp, can be easily pressured into wearing a chastity cage if you get the woman he simps for on board with the concept.

“Caging a Sissy Bitch has a different aim from the other categories. The point is not to remove their ability to have sex. Instead, it changes the focus of their sexual ability to their mouths and asses. It makes them into a receptive partner, just like a woman, which is exactly what they want and need. Once you’ve got your Sissy Bitch caged up, you can make more demands of him. He’ll do anything, go anywhere, wear whatever you like, and fuck whoever, however, and whenever you like, because the cage will keep him horny and focused on serving you. You can even pimp him out if you like.”

The assembly laughed at that, but a couple of the men looked like they were taking the suggestion under serious advisement.

“How often should we let the Sissy Bitch or the others out of the cage?” The studious man asked.

“It’s all by feel, but make sure you keep the key, no matter the situation. For a Sissy Bitch, however, I’d say you don’t need to

let him out of the cage very often at all, nor do you need to let the True Cuckold out of the cage either. The others, the Closet Faggot and the Last Pick, should be let out when you fuck them, but not every single time, that’s all I’d recommend to you,” Lance replied. “The point of the cage is control. For all of them, it means they only get sexual satisfaction when you allow it. For the Sissy Bitch, it also means you’re taking away their manhood, and reducing them to the level of a woman, which they see as a blessing.”

“What’s the difference between a Sissy Bitch and an actual trans woman?” The pinstriped student asked.

“When it comes to fucking them, not much. However, a Sissy Bitch takes off the clothes and stops being a girl eventually. A trans woman is always a girl, and should always be treated as one, and you already know what that means,” Lance said, drawing another laugh from around the room. All of the men around the room had an idea of how to handle a woman, which is why the seminar focused on handling their beta men instead.

“What if the woman is more dominant than Nina was?” The studious man asked.

“If the woman is more dominant, then you likely have a case of the Last Pick, our fourth type of beta male,” Lance replied.

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When a business became bigger, there were always events that required the presence of the CEO, and for his landscaping business, that meant Lance. Events like the opening of a new museum wing, the dedication of a feature in a park, or yet another charity ball were good for him to appear at to increase the notability of his company and to gain new clients, especially clients with large grounds that were very lucrative. But that wasn’t the most fun part of the events for Lance. He couldn’t care less about this particular event. A hospital expanding its radiology section might be useful now, but it wouldn’t be useful forever. The most fun part was looking around at all the opportunities that presented themselves to him for fun.

There were always women at these events. Women of all ages, from daughters attending their first events to gray-haired widows seeing old friends that they only met once a year, if that. The kind of woman that caught Lance’s eye at this event was not either of those, it was the woman who came alone with a ring on her finger anyway. When Lance took a seat next to a woman who looked alone, it was as if she’d been watching him in return the whole time.

“Good evening,” Lance said.
“Getting better,” the woman replied. “Adira Clayton.”

“Lance Hill,” Lance said. “Husband isn’t here?”

“Husband is at home where he belongs,” Adira said. “Pathetic specimen but he has his uses.”

“Sounds like you know what you’re doing with him,” Lance said.

“I know how to handle my little man,” Adira said, drawing out the word. “But I could always use a hand. He gets uppity sometimes, and I like to go out for a night to show him his place.”

Adira’s body was very obvious in her dress. It was floor-length, a shimmering turquoise blue that drew the eye whenever she moved. Despite its length, it did nothing to hide how long and pleasingly thick her legs were, and it cinched in around her waist to show off an ass that either took hundreds of hours or thousands of dollars of work to create. Her white skin contrasted beautifully with the blue of her dress, making every peek between the folds of fabric a delight. The neckline of her dress had little to do with her neck, which Lance appreciated greatly when she leaned towards him and the dress came away from her body. There was nothing underneath the dress to obstruct his view save for the sheer size of her breasts making it difficult for Lance to see everything.

“But that’s not all you do, is it?” Lance asked.

“No, it isn’t. I like to make him watch. I like to bring him to his knees in tears just because I can,” Adira said.

“And he stays with you because he can’t imagine life without you,” Lance said.

“Yes. I am the goddess that lights his worthless life up, and he does everything he can to serve me,” Adira said.

“You and I could find some way to repay him for his devotion,” Lance said, putting his hand on Adira’s.

Adira smiled, knowing exactly what Lance was aiming for. “Yes, I think we could.”

Some nights, that was all it took. Lance left his own car behind at the hospital, travelling with Adira in the back of the limousine. She didn’t try to hide her lust from her driver as she and Lance touched one another, feeling out the shape and feel of lips, tongues, breasts, arms, legs, and cock. Lance could not have been happier with what he felt, especially when he encountered the fact that Adira had a distaste for all undergarments, not just bras.

When the limousine dropped them off at the door of a mansion, Adira put a finger to her lips, looking into Lance’s eyes to make sure he saw what she meant. “Watch this. He heard the car drive up, so he knows what he has to do now.”

Lance was intrigued by her words, and he wanted to see what Adira had trained her husband to do. What little conversation there had been between their meeting and their arrival at Adira’s home indicated that Adira had taught her husband the utmost in respect and work ethic for her and anyone she deemed important. Lance was no stranger to female-dominant relationships, but this one seemed to go further than any he had ever seen before. To treat your spouse as someone to be “trained” was something he had to see, if only for his own personal interests.

When Adira opened the door, she was greeted by the sight of a man bowed over, kneeling, with his forehead touching the floor. He wore little to cover himself, just a pair of pink, silken panties that looked terribly incongruous with his pale and hairy body. He didn’t even look up until Adira and Lance had both entered and shut the door behind them. Something about him seemed familiar to Lance’s eyes, though he wasn’t sure what. He didn’t know any men quite this pathetic personally, and he didn’t think he knew Adira either.

“Assist me,” Adira said. “My shoes first.”

Adira’s husband lifted his head just enough to see what he was doing, and went to Adira’s feet, unbuckling the intricate straps that held her high heels on. She lifted her legs in turn, and her husband removed the shoes with a speed that spoke of

practice. He finished by kissing the tops of her toes with reverence.

“Now my purse, and then you may assist our guest,” Adira said.

Her husband got to his feet, his eyes still pointed at the floor. He took the purse from her hand and scurried to a nearby closet to stash it, taking only a moment to retrieve her phone and set it on a nearby table. Then he approached Lance, eyes still downcast. “May I help you, sir?”

“Yes, take my coat and hang it up,” Lance said, removing his suit jacket. The other man took the jacket and hung it up in the same closet. When Lance took a cursory look at the man’s body, he noticed the telltale sign of not only a chastity cage hidden behind the fabric, but a cage that was not a normal model that could be bought in a store.

“Would you mind removing your shoes as well? I can provide some slippers,” Adira said.

“Yes. Remove my shoes and socks, boy,” Lance said with a smile.

“Treat him just as you would treat me.” Adira gave the order, and though her husband was hesitant to do so, he still followed through. Lance lifted his feet to allow the man to remove his socks

and shoes, and he watched as the man also took the step of kissing Lance’s feet.

“Good boy,” Adira said, and the man looked happy. She put her arm in Lance’s arm, guiding him to come along with her. “Shall we go to the bedroom?”

“Will he be following us?” Lance asked.

“Only if you like. I’m sure you’ll be able to make me scream loud enough that he can hear from anywhere,” Adira said.

“Of that I have no doubt,” Lance replied. “The bedroom it is, and he can follow us.”

Lance already knew that that was the right answer. A woman like this wanted her loser husband to watch, especially if it was painful for him. This woman wasn’t like Nina; she was a true dominant woman, a sadist at heart. Lance enjoyed domination as well, fucking women how he liked, as hard as he liked, in whatever position he liked. Dominating the men that these women were with was also fun for him, and getting to do it by making the other man watch was the best way he could think of.

“You’re very good at getting what you want,” Lance said when they reached the bedroom.

“Thank you,” Adira said.

“So if I’m going to give you what you want right here and now, what do I get in return?” Lance asked.

“If the chance to fuck me isn’t enough for you, then I’m sure I can arrange something,” Adira replied, getting close to Lance. “I can arrange a contract with your company for the landscaping of half the city...or I can give you the keys to my husband’s chastity cage so he’s your bitch too.”

From where her husband knelt in the corner of the room, Lance could sense the tension in him. He was no doubt contemplating what kind of humiliations he’d have to go through to get back the key. Lance was starting to wonder himself.

“And if I want both?” Lance asked.

“I’ll see if you’re worth it,” Adira replied with a kiss. “You recognize my husband, yes? I can get just about anything you want, courtesy of him and his connections. Please me enough and he’ll do anything you like.”

Lance looked at the pathetic man in the corner, and at last the bell rung in his mind. This man was the deputy mayor. He looked unrecognizable without his suit and the other lackeys that usually followed the mayor around. His own record was lackluster; he mostly rode the coattails of the mayor who had a strong base of supporters and a strong opposition that hated

anything he did. Seeing the head lackey of the mayor’s office in a position like this was hilarious to Lance, and he knew he had to take the key if it came down to a choice. Making the mayor’s head lackey his own was too good an opportunity for Lance to pass up.

“Then let’s get started,” Lance said. He snapped his fingers at Adira’s husband and took a seat on the bed to watch. “Boy, get over here and prepare your wife for me. No hands.”

Adira smiled, and she stepped back to let Lance get the full view of her body as her husband slipped the dress off her shoulders, leaving her almost completely nude. There was one adornment left on her body, and Lance loved the sheer decadence of what Adira had done to make her husband’s life miserable. She had a piercing in the hood of her clitoris, a simple golden ring that drew the eye to it and dangling from that ring was a tiny key. It was the key to her husband’s chastity cage.

The key was hanging so close to the pussy that her loser husband doubtless spent many long hours worshipping and wishing he could get inside. As he got in front of Adira and knelt down to begin licking her, he had to constantly see, feel, and taste the very key his mind focused on. When his tongue lapped against her clit, the key jingled, telling him over and over again what was at stake. And yet it wasn’t his stake to claim in the end. There was indeed a kind of competition going on, but he could not possibly

win. Only Lance and Adira could win. Only Lance and Adira could ever win.

“Harder! Lick me harder, you worthless bastard!” Adira scolded, grabbing her husband’s hair to grind his face into her pussy. “Come on, act like you like this! I don’t care how long it’s been since you fucked me or how much you hate me cheating on you, you do what I tell you! Now lick my cunt harder!”

Lance laughed at the loser on the floor. A better man would have walked away from words like that, especially coming from the woman that was supposed to be his. A better man would have been the one standing over her in the first place. That was the fate of the Last Pick – he was the kind of man who wouldn’t get up and leave, no matter how bad it got. His devotion and loyalty would never waver, even if the woman who had claimed him kept his balls in a vise. The Last Pick would never get enough of a spine to get up and walk out the door. The idea that a beautiful woman like Adira would even look his way was enough to weld him to her forever, and if she ever gave him a moment of affection, then she could get away with anything.

The moment that Adira pushed her husband away, Lance was on her. He had removed his clothes while watching Adira get prepared for his cock, and now he was going to give it to her. There were certain positions that allowed a beta male a good view

of his wife getting fucked, but Lance didn’t bother with those. Those positions were sometimes uncomfortable, sacrificing pleasure for viewing angle, and were common in porn. Lance indulged those when the opinions and pleasure of the husband counted for at least a little something, usually the approval of the wife. In fact, going with those positions would probably displease Adira, since anything that was good for him was bad for her.

Lance used the strength he had built up from years of physical labor to hold Adira down as she tried to fight back. She wanted him to prove how dominant he was by giving resistance, he could tell by the look on her face. She wasn’t afraid or panicking; she wanted him to do more. He pinned her against the bed, holding one of her arms behind her back, with his other arm wrapped around her neck. It was a loose hold, but Adira still couldn’t hope to break free of it.

Once he had her helpless, he slowed down. Adira would feel every single inch of his cock as it went into her slowly and came almost all the way back out again. She was too weak to get away, and no white woman could withstand the pleasure that came from Lance’s long, hard, magnificent black cock working into her for very long. Try as she might to retain her composure, Adira couldn’t manage it, and her words went away, replaced by animalistic panting and drooling on her bed. Lance never sped up,

not even for a moment. He knew what he was doing. He made his body into a machine for fucking her pink pussy, drawing her through waves of pleasure as he went in, and waves of longing as he left her.

Through it all he didn’t pay attention to the man kneeling in the corner for even a moment. Lance didn’t care about the eyes on his back or his ass, because there was no possible reason for him to care. The man wasn’t dangerous, since he was so easily cowed. The man wasn’t a sexual entity because neither Lance nor Adira had any desire to fuck him. He wasn’t even needed to serve them, since the pair on the bed had each other, and that was everything they needed.

Adira had her first orgasm of the night on Lance’s cock. The slow, rhythmic fucking had forced her over the edge eventually. She wasn’t an easy woman to please, though that turned out to be more a function of her making her husband greet her every morning with his tongue. And yet Lance managed to please her quickly, giving her an orgasm that shook her body to the core. He kept up the same pace throughout her climax even though her pussy clenched down hard enough that he had to force his cock in and stretch her out.

“Fuck, yes, that’s fucking good!” Adira said, her first words in some time coming after her orgasm. “I knew you could fuck me better than my husband.”

“I’m not done yet,” Lance said. He pulled fully out of her pussy and decided to use her ass.

Adira hadn’t been expecting it, and she cried out in surprise. She had gotten so terribly wet from the long pumping that Lance had given her, yet that was hardly enough for anal sex. It didn’t matter to Lance. He was going to show this woman what her place was, and it was underneath him. Adira renewed her struggles, and even though orgasm had sapped her strength, she still wasn’t struggling as hard as she could. Lance knew she was still getting what she wanted, sex with a real man, a man who would take her, not a loser like her husband.

With the increased friction on his cock, Lance was able to get close to orgasm quickly. He knew there was a time limit on how long Adira could take him in her ass, so he wanted to make his point quickly. He tightened his grip on her, pausing for just a second.

“Whose bitch are you now?” Lance asked.

“Yours,” Adira hissed. She was pretending to be angry. It was just the sting of defeat. She knew what was expected of her. After

all, she had probably forced her husband through something that was much the same.

“And when can I use my bitch?” Lance asked. “Whenever you want.”
“How can I use my bitch?”
“Any way you want.”

“Good. You don’t get to say ‘no’ to me ever again,” Lance said. “And you’re going to give me that key, too.”

“Fine,” Adira said.

“Now. You’re going to give me it now,” Lance said.

Adira reached between her legs, grimacing and grabbing the key that dangled from her piercing. It took some time for her to undo the piercing, especially with only one hand, but she managed it, getting the key and holding it up for Lance to take. The moment Lance had it in hand, he resumed fucking her ass, making her wince and grimace. There was no way Adira could miss the lesson that he was teaching her. An alpha woman could dominate a beta man, but an alpha man could dominate anyone.

Lance came inside her, filling her insides with his cum. She at least seemed to enjoy that part, the warmth flooding her ass and making her move from pained cries to a kind of gasping

moan. Lance stayed inside her for a time, enjoying how she didn’t try to fight him off as soon as he was done. She knew what her place was now, and while she could play the domme at home, Adira would never try to dominate him.

Lance pulled his cock out of Adira and laid back on the bed, enjoying the afterglow that came with forcing his will on a couple. Adira snapped her fingers and pointed to her ass, moving only to lay down fully and spread her legs a little. Her husband came over and began to lick Adira’s ass clean without even a word spoken from either of them. He knew his place well enough to know what to do. When he was done and Adira waved him off, Lance held up the key, jingling it, and pointing to his own cock. The loser had more cleaning to do, and as reluctant as he was, he still did it without complaint.

The time that it took to clean up Adira and Lance was enough time for them to recover for another round. By the time he left that night, Adira had been fucked better than she ever had in her life, Lance was sore and his balls were empty, and Adira’s husband had only gotten further from his key. It would be a long time before Lance deigned to let him use it again.

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“And he submitted just like that?” The studious man asked.

Lance finished writing on the board, adding notes to the “Last Pick” category that included “Dominant woman,” “Disregard for him,” “Make him watch,” with “Rare” making up the last of the notations he put on the board.

“Just like that. You have to keep in mind that the Last Pick is a loser at heart. He feels strange when good things happen to him, since he’s not used to them at all. He won’t resist when bad things happen, and submission to him, while natural, is still bad. The way to keep a Last Pick around is to do what you normally do with a woman, while showing active disregard for what her husband wants and doesn’t want. She’ll keep him on the leash just fine on her own,” Lance said.

“Last Pick sounds like the easiest to deal with,” the pinstriped man said.

“He is, but he also has the lowest probability of having a hot wife or girlfriend because he’s such a loser. It takes a certain kind of woman to be comfortable with having a Last Pick as her partner, and those women are rare. The attractive ones who don’t much care about their partner are more likely to pick one of the other kinds of beta males that we’re going over today, and Last Picks often lose out to the last category of beta male, the True Cuckold.

“Women tend to find it more attractive when a man can admit what he wants and doesn’t want, and they like things to be above board. Most women don’t want to hurt their partners in the same way that Adira liked to hurt her husband, so they gravitate to the True Cuckold, who has a lot of fun with the idea of his wife cheating on him.”

“One more thing before we go to the last category,” the studious man asked. “What was Adira’s husband named?”

“I could say that to protect connections I’ve made involving my business I don’t want to reveal his name, but the honest truth is that I don’t care enough to remember,” Lance said.

The men gathered around the room laughed, and Lance was able to move on to detailing the last of the five types of beta male cuckolds.

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If there was one thing Lance had learned about women over his time with them, it was that women talked. They liked to share their sexual experiences with one another, and when it came to a man like Lance, his prowess was the kind that a good number of women couldn’t keep their mouth shut about. From time to time, he fielded approaches from women of all kinds, and when he liked

what they had to offer in terms of their bodies, and if he had the time, he would indulge them and make them scream for a night.

Because he got so many women approaching him, he could afford to be picky. He filtered out women who seemed prudish, or who wanted a deeper relationship, or women who seemed to think they would be in charge, but mostly he filtered out women that he didn’t think were very attractive. Only the best of the best women could get his cock. One evening while going over his emails for the final time that day, he saw a message that more than met his standards.

“Dear Mr. Hill,

I’ve heard of you through some friends of mine and I was hoping you could help me with something. This is embarrassing for me to admit but I need you to have sex with me while my husband watches. He wants so badly to see me with another man, and I have to confess that I want to do it too. Would you please have sex with me and show me what you showed other women? I even included a picture of myself so you know what I look like.

Please reply soon, Felicia”

Lance opened the attached file to find pleasant surprise. He had hoped from the content of her message that the picture would be an explicit one, but he didn’t have high hopes of that. His hopes were met when he saw a beautiful white woman without a single piece of clothing in sight. She wore her glasses and a nervous smile as she posed, her green eyes making her face a striking image. Felicia faced the camera, her legs spread just enough to catch a glimpse of her perfectly smooth pussy, her clit barely making itself known between her lips. Her hands were on her breasts, holding them up for the camera as if she needed to accentuate how large they were. From the curve of her hips and the way that her thighs looked, Lance could tell that Felicia wasn’t lacking anything on her backside either.

He sent a reply that set a time and date, and if they wanted him there, that was when it would be. They were, after all, the ones who were begging him to do something for them, and Lance was a busy man. By noon the next day they had replied, including an address for Lance to show up at.

By the nature of Lance’s position at the top of a reasonably large landscaping company, there were a great many men who wouldn’t risk replying to such an email. They wouldn’t want to be caught doing something sexually questionable lest they be shamed for it, but there was no way to shame Lance for his activities. Half

of why he was where he was, he owed to his sexual prowess, and he loved demonstrating to women how much better than their husbands he was. He could have any woman he wanted, but it felt so much better to take someone else’s woman from them. It was especially fun when the man was made to watch. What shame could Lance have, when the thing he would be “caught” doing was evidence that he was a strong, dominant man that women wanted and men wanted to be like?

That was why Lance didn’t have a worry in the world when he walked into Felicia’s house at 8 PM on a Thursday night.

“Hi, Felicia?” Lance asked.

“Yeah, um, that’s me. Come in,” Felicia said, hiding behind the door. Her face was already red with embarrassment.

When Lance entered, he could see why she was hiding herself. She didn’t want to show off to the whole neighborhood. Felicia was dressed in pure white lingerie that made Lance think she was getting married and simply hadn’t put the dress on yet. She was the same woman as he had seen in the picture, only her long brown hair was done up in a high ponytail instead of down around her neck and shoulders. Felicia still wore glasses, a cute pair with silver frames that caught the light when she turned her

head, and Lance liked the nerdy girl look that she gave off with the glasses.

Her lingerie encircled her body in a corset that encircled her belly and waist, hugging it but not crushing it. The cups of her corset barely held her breasts in, and they jiggled pleasingly whenever she moved. The bottom of her corset attached to white stockings that went from the tips of her toes all the way to the middle of her thighs, held by ribbons and clasps with the barest touch of pink to color them. Her panties were white satin, and they looked like they could be removed by undoing the knot at the side, so Felicia wouldn’t have to take everything off just to get fucked. Lance liked that – it meant she was thinking ahead.

“Um, my husband is upstairs, he’s going to be watching from the closet, if that’s okay with you,” Felicia said, stepping back. Lance took a step forward.

“It makes no difference to me where he watches us from. He’s going to hear you all over the house,” Lance said.

Felicia’s face turned even redder, and she started to turn away from Lance. He let her do so for the moment, waiting until she came back to him of her own accord for the conversation to continue.

“Would you like something to eat or drink? I could, um, get you something,” Felicia said.

“That’s perfectly fine, but I don’t need it,” Lance replied. He put a hand on the wall, subtly blocking her path. He figured the bedroom was upstairs, and since the staircase was behind Felicia, and he could see where the kitchen was, it reinforced the idea that she should be heading to the bedroom. Despite her obvious nervousness, Felicia gave in.

“Ah, sorry, it’s just this is my first time doing this and I’ve never been with anyone but my husband before,” Felicia said.

“That’s okay. I’ve been with a lot of women who also didn’t fuck anyone but their husbands. I’ll show you what he’s been doing wrong in bed,” Lance said. He moved closer to Felicia, putting a hand on her for their first touch. He cupped her cheek and looked into her bright green eyes. They looked full of worry and fear, and it made Lance want to dispel those feelings. Underneath his hand, he could feel the tension in her body. When he kissed her, the tension started to dispel itself. Sometimes, all it took was someone making that first step into the unknown to make the worries go away.

The next kiss between the two was initiated by Felicia. She leaned up, stretching her neck to meet him almost immediately as

he pulled away from her. Her arms wrapped around his body, holding onto him as if nonverbally begging him not to leave her. It was the kind of response that Lance had been looking for from her. He wanted to be sure that Felicia was into this too. There was no fun if she was just being pushed into it by her husband.

“I...” Felicia started to say when their kiss finally broke off. “I didn’t think it would be so...different.”

“There are a lot of things that will be different,” Lance said.

He put his hand on her waist, guiding her towards the wall with a smooth and firm grip. Lance’s body pressed against Felicia’s to trap her against the wall. He kissed her again, waiting until her lips were on his to put his hands where he wanted them on her. Felicia’s corset had only the structure that fabric gave it – there was no boning inside it, so he could feel her natural curves underneath her lingerie. Lance didn’t go to touch her breasts or her pussy just yet. Going too far, too fast would only scare her more. Instead, he kept to areas that were sensual in nature to begin to arouse her. Her belly, sides, neck, thighs – all knew his touches over the few minutes that Felicia spent pinned against the wall.

Lance knew he could have taken her right there. All it would take was removing her panties and taking out his cock, and she

wouldn’t have resisted him. The way her body was wriggling against his told him as much. Her hips kept gyrating back and forth, desperate to pull his cock out of his pants and into her. Breaking the kiss once more, Lance saw Felicia’s eyes heavy-lidded with lust.

“Upstairs, now, please,” Felicia whispered.

Lance let her take his hand and lead him up the stairs to the bedroom. Only then did he get a good look at her ass, and it was just as good as he thought it would be, shaking with every step up the carpeted stairs. They arrived at a relatively normal master bedroom, though the lights had been dimmed in an attempt to make the room seem more romantic. As they entered, Lance could hear a faint shuffling noise inside the closet that sat across the room from the bed. That was where Felicia’s husband was.

Felicia let go of his hand and turned around, reaching out to Lance to help him undo his clothes. Lance didn’t make a move himself, allowing Felicia to unbutton every button and pull back every piece of clothing. She didn’t stop herself from kissing or touching his arms or chest as she revealed them, and Lance’s only response was to turn a little more towards the closet, to let her husband see in more detail. If the beta man wanted to watch, then let him watch.

When Felicia got to pull down Lance’s pants, she paused for a moment, looking at the bulge in Lance’s underwear, barely holding back his cock. It was obvious that he wasn’t hard yet. Felicia rubbed him gently with her fingertips, feeling out this new cock.

“It’s so big...” Felicia said.

“That’s right,” Lance replied.

“I didn’t know...I mean, I heard, but I didn’t know,” Felicia said. She pulled his underwear down, letting his cock come free. Wrapping her hands around it, Felicia started to stroke him. “Is this okay?”

“You can do what you like,” Lance said. “All my bitches get to have fun.”

“Am I your bitch now?” Felicia asked. There could be only one answer. “Yes.” “I think I like that,” Felicia said.

She played with his cock for a time, stroking, kissing, licking, but not quite sucking on him yet. Lance let the girl take her time figuring out how to handle his cock, so she could get mentally used to the size of him, even if her body wouldn’t be physically

adjusting to him until she was on the bed. When Felicia opened her mouth wide, Lance stopped her.

“Wait.”

With one long arm, Lance reached over to the closet door and opened it, revealing the nude man inside. The man held his hard penis in his hand and was ever so slightly hunched over to look between the slats of the closet door. His dick was a respectable length, albeit not nearly as impressive as Lance’s, and his body was thin and pale. He froze in place, obviously not expecting to be revealed. Lance had learned along the line that his name was Alain, so he used that to break the man out of his freeze.

“Alan, come out and stand behind your wife,” Lance said.

Alain had no response save for dumbly following the order that Lance gave.

“Do you want me to fuck your pretty wife?” Lance asked. “Yes,” Alain said, nodding.
“Does it make your little white dick hard?”
“Yes,” Alain said again.

“Hold my cock and put it in your wife’s mouth. If you want it to happen, you have to make it happen,” Lance said.

For another man, this would have been a bridge too far. Taking an active part in helping line up such a huge cock and putting it between Felicia’s lips would show that Alain wasn’t fit to be the man who fucked her. He was only fit to be the man who watched her get fucked. His own cock twitched madly, begging Alain to go through with it. Alain did, holding Lance by the base and feeding it into Felicia’s mouth.

Felicia sucked greedily on Lance’s cock, and from the look on Alain’s face he wasn’t expecting her to go at it with such gusto. Lance enjoyed getting his cock sucked by a woman while her husband watched, but it wasn’t always enough for the beta boy to simply watch.

“Take her panties off her,” Lance ordered. “Rub her pussy, she needs to be soaking wet to fit me.”

Felicia moaned around Lance’s cock in approval, spreading her legs a little to make it easier for Alain to reach between them. She wore the lingerie from their wedding night to make Alain’s fantasy come true. They imagined it was their wedding night, and Lance was there to come in between them. It was only later that Lance would learn of their fantasy. As far as he knew right now, however, Felicia was wearing fancy lingerie just to arouse him. Alain untied the knot on the side of her panties, the selfsame knot he had untied years before on their real wedding night. He rubbed

his wife’s pussy, needing to do very little before he got her to the point of dripping wetness.

“She’s wet for you,” Alain said.

“Show me your wife’s tits,” Lance ordered.

Alain wiped his hands off on his thigh, then reached around Felicia’s body to grasp her breasts. He squeezed for a moment before pulling the fabric down. The entire top section of her corset flipped downwards, letting Felicia free. Her breasts looked even more beautiful in person than in the picture she had sent. Felicia had large areolas and tiny nipples that were as hard as they could possibly get. When she leaned forwards to suck Lance more deeply, her nipples touched against him and teased him with the idea of delights to come.

“Good. Stop sucking me and get on the bed. It’s time for you to get fucked,” Lance said. He pointed at Alain. “You. Get back in the closet. I don’t want you coming out until I’m done with your wife.”

Alain did as he was told, climbing back in the closet and shutting the door. He would have no more part in pleasuring his wife that night. Felicia watched her husband go, and then turned her eyes to Lance, and how could she not? Lance was taller, stronger, more attractive, and he had a bigger cock and bigger

balls. Other women could attest to Lance’s skill in bed, whereas there were no such women for Alain. Lance may have been older, but that only meant he was more experienced and distinguished in all the best ways. She laid on the bed, holding her legs up and apart, presenting her pussy for Lance’s enjoyment.

“Please, ruin me for my husband,” Felicia said, looking into Lance’s eyes.

“You asked for it.”

Felicia was not disappointed. She moaned almost musically when Lance entered her, voice ascending through notes low to high. She wanted it so badly that he sank in completely from the beginning. Her husband had done a good job preparing for her first time cheating on him. Since she was so wet and open to him, Lance didn’t give Felicia time to adjust to his size. He started fucking her immediately, making her whole body shake under the force of his movement.

“Oh god! It’s so good!” Felicia cried out. “Hard, please, I need it hard! Be rough with me!”

Lance displayed how hard he could go, gripping her thighs, her ankles, her breasts, and her neck at different points in time. He drilled into her so hard that he could hear the springs in the mattress complaining underneath them. It didn’t matter if he

broke their bed, that was what a bull could do, and if Alain had to learn that the hard way, then so be it. Felicia would no doubt consider it entirely worth the trouble if they broke the bed, given how she was feeling at the moment. She had been stealing glances towards the closet from time to time, but those became less frequent until finally she had eyes only for Lance.

“Please, please, cum in me!” Felicia said. “Give me all your cum, let me feel it all inside me!”

Lance gave her exactly what she wanted. He shot his load deep in her pussy, gripping her thighs so hard they were bound to bruise. Felicia wasn’t the delicate and shy flower she had seemed to be at the beginning of their encounter. She was a cock-hungry slut who needed to be pounded until she was breathless. Seeing the hidden side of the women he fucked was the best part of doing what Lance did. He brought out the personalities that their husbands never got to see.

No sooner had he pulled out than Felicia was begging him to fuck her more. It took a long time for Alain to get out of the closet that night.

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“The True Cuckold is the easiest of the beta male types to handle. Just let him watch, and he’ll go along with whatever else

you like. You can take as much or as little control over them both as you like, and you can fuck his woman or share her with your friends, it’s your decision,” Lance said.

He only added two notes under the True Cuckold on the board. “Let him watch” and “Do whatever you like” stood alone. It was obvious to all the students of the seminar that the True Cuckold was the best type of beta male to find, since he was the most versatile kind. They might have wanted to ask questions, but Lance had seen the clock at the back of the room and ignored what his students had to say for the moment.

“Thank you all for coming to this seminar, and please come to my next seminar on beta male couples in a month’s time. That seminar will cover disciplinary techniques for betas and bitches in more detail than we could cover here,” Lance said. “I look forward to seeing anyone that decides to join me. If you use anything you’ve learned here today to break your way into a beta male couple, I’d like to hear about it. Now, I believe there’s a pharmaceutical industry convention going on here this weekend, and a meeting for human resources representatives. Two industries both full of women, so get out there and have some fun.”

Lance watched as many of the men filed out of the room, but one stayed behind. The man in the pinstripes approached him.

“You have a question?” Lance asked.

“No, I wanted to mention that I was recommended to this seminar by the woman I’m fucking. I think you’d know her,” the pinstriped man said, walking to the door and waving his arm.

Lance saw Kimberly walk through the door. It had been quite a few years, and those years had done their damage, but money can fix a great many things if you spend enough of it. She wore a white bodysuit that hugged her generous curves. Her breasts had stayed the same artificially inflated size, and her hips and ass had filled out even more than they once had. Whatever she had been doing all these years, nothing had diminished the mischievous spark in her eyes that burst into a full-borne fire when she saw Lance standing before her.

“So, it is you...” Kimberly said.

“Good to see you again,” Lance replied.

The man in the pinstriped suit left the room, sensing he wasn’t needed again.

“Still with your husband?”

“No, new husband. I think you’d love meeting him,” Kimberly said. “He wants me to get pregnant. I think you should be the one who impregnates me instead.”

Lance smiled. This was why he taught these seminars. A good bull was always in demand.

The End.