BOSSED CUCKOLD by Throne (Patreon)

BOSSED CUCKOLD

by Throne

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BOSSED CUCKOLD by Throne

Bertram Bender's morning had been miserable. His Black boss, Luke Davis, had been on his ass the entire time. The tall confident executive had pointed out a series of mistakes Bender made, which almost cost the company a prime account. The employee's only consolation had been that Davis left early. Now Bert just wanted to get home and have his wife Mindy prepare him a tall cool drink, with plenty of alcohol in it. Then, maybe even before dinner, he intended to get some pussy from her. She had been cold toward him lately, always finding some excuse not to get intimate in bed. Well, it was time for that to stop. Two weeks without getting laid hadn't helped Bert's mood.

He drove up to his suburban home and pulled into the driveway. Going through the front door, he hollered, "Hey, Mindy, how about a drink?"

His wife called to him from somewhere deeper in the house, "Come here for a minute, Bertie."

Why was she calling him that? She knew he hated the diminutive form of his name. And why hadn't she snapped into action when he told her he wanted a drink? Along with the lack of sex, she had also been neglecting him in other ways. Sure, it was great to have such a sexy wife. She had the face of an angel and the body of a plus-size model, with special emphasis on her huge bust. Damn but he was going to feel better after they hit the sheets. Another few days without some relief and he would go crazy. As he strode toward where her voice had come from, he realized Mindy was in the bedroom. Maybe she wanted to make up for their lack of fun time. Perhaps she was waiting to be ravished. Well, ravished might be too strong a word. Bert tended to be selfish during intercourse and finished too soon for her. Though he usually went into denial about it, he also suffered from SDS -- Small Dick Syndrome. That was what an old girlfriend, back in college had called it, when she saw what was between his legs. Then she had

laughed and made fun of his endowment as she got dressed and left him unfulfilled.

"I had a crappy day," Bert said as he approached the bedroom door. He paused to hang his overcoat in the hall closet. "That bastard Davis was his usual arrogant self. He had no reason to go after me. I mean, he's nice enough to everyone else. And the girls all fawn over him. I'm just glad I don't have to see him again until Monday morning, though even that's too soon. And another thing about that son-of-a-bitch..." he began as he stepped into the bedroom.

Bert came to a complete stop. His wife was propped up in bed, against pillows supported by the headboard, with the sheet pulled up to just below her twin peaks. She looked magnificent. Pure cock-bait. The problem was that, sitting next to her, also partially covered, was Luke Davis, wearing a smug expression.

"Hey, Bertie," said his boss. "Nice to hear you being so honest, instead of acting like your usual duplicitous self. You know, Mindy's been really honest with me these past few weeks, since we've been having lots of afternoon delights. She tells me that

you've got a peanut dick that can't do the job in bed, which is why she needs me to keep being her main man. The only thing now is to find a new position for you."

The stunned husband stood there with his mouth open and his eyes wide. He finally found his voice. "Mindy, you can't do this to me."

"Why not? I'm tired of putting up with your puny pecker."

"And another thing," Luke told him. "I've been in touch with the head office and they're ready, willing and able to fire your ass. The only thing that's keeping your paychecks coming is me asking them to give you one more chance. A single phone call from me and you'll be not only unemployed, but unemployable. After your latest screw-up, I can guarantee that you won't get a good recommendation."

"But... but..." Bert shook his head in pointless denial. He finally said, "But Mindy, I'm your husband."

"We're married on paper, Bertie, but you're not a fit husband where it counts, and you sure can't compete with THIS."

On that last word, she flung aside the cover from Luke, exposing his cock. Even flaccid, it was several times longer and thicker than Bert's. The dark length was draped over the Black man's muscular thigh.

"So, let's do this," Luke suggested, getting his feet on the floor and standing. "You strip and let's see how your compact model stacks up against my stretch limo kind of a cock."

"I can't... I'm not going to..."

"You can," Luke told him with certainty. "And you are going to. NOW!"

Bert shook his head, but he was already shrugging off his jacket and loosening his tie. "Mindy, can't we at least discuss this?"

"Sure, Bertie, but not until your clothes are all on the chair of my vanity table."

He kept going until all he had on was his jockey shorts. They were pale blue and fit closely enough to make it plain that his penis dimensions were far below average. With his fingers hooked under the waistband, he pleaded with his eyes. His wife did not relent. Instead, she smiled cruelly. He took a deep breath and peeled down his last covering. Not only were Bert's genitals laughably small, but he had almost no pubic hair.

"Whoa," said Luke. "Mindy said it was undersized but she didn't say it was no bigger than a newborn mouse."

"It's not... A lot of guys are..." Bert's shoulders fell. In a beaten tone he sulked, "Size doesn't matter anyway."

Mindy laughed loudly. "And neither does having a hair trigger, or no technique. Another thing that doesn't matter is refusing to eat my pussy. No, Bertie. None of that is at all important to me. I just love being stuck with a guy whose dick reminds me of

something you'd find on a tray of appetizers. Bite size. Finger food."

Luke guffawed. "Face it, loser boy. There's no way you can compete with me. Not unless your dingus gets a lot bigger when it's hard. How about if your hot wife helps you get it up, so we can see?"

"What?" Bert took a step backward. "No way."

"Hey," said Mindy, with anger flashing from her pretty eyes. "Luke is trying to give you a chance. Show some appreciation." She slid off the bed. "And I'll be happy to lend an assist."

Bert wrapped an arm across his chest, put a hand between his legs, and pressed his pale thighs together, looking like the girl in that painting, September Morn. His wife got behind him. She pulled his arms away from his slender body, then rested her chin on his shoulder.

"I know what will get you all excited, Bertie," she cooed.

Her arms snaked around and she felt his chest until she found his nipples. Mindy began to finger them, which started his hips jerking. Luke watched with amusement as his worker's tiny penis swelled, gaining size but not nearly enough to have any value.

"Mindy... honey... please..." Bert whispered.

"It's okay, lover," she said into his ear. "I'm sure Luke will understand that you have sensitive nips, like a girl."

"If you could just ease up." After that, he was panting too hard to speak.

She flicked his ear with her tongue and rubbed herself against his bare back. Mindy suggested, "Give your dainty dingus a few strokes, baby. Just use your thumb and one finger. That will be enough. Heck, you could jerk off with a pair of tweezers." She nuzzled his neck.

He reluctantly gripped his penis the way he had been told to, and pumped it in slow motion. His wife playfully tweaked his nipples and tugged them gently. Bert whimpered with need but was afraid that if he lost control, he would squirt, right there in front of Luke. That would be impossibly shameful.

"Nope," the Black man concluded. "Nothing for me to be concerned about there." He asked Mindy, "Do you actually let him put that piece of snack food inside you?"

"Not anymore," she responded gleefully. "I think what I should do from now on, is let him get into position and put just the tip of it against my precious pussy. Then I could play with his nippers, which I'm willing to bet would make him pop his cork."

Lance observed, "That would leave a mess on your snatch."

She told him, "I'm sure Bertie would be happy to clean it up... with his mouth." Putting her lips even closer to Bert's ear, so near that he could feel her hot breath as she spoke, she asked, "Wouldn't you, darling?"

"But I don't even do that thing for you now."

"What thing? Eating my twat? Now that you've lost your right to enter me, we have to rethink the rest of our sex lives. I've offered you a way to get your tiny rocks off, haven't I? The alternative is to not let you empty them at all. Think about going for weeks without any relief. Months. I might have to only let you jerk off a few times a year. Limit you to quarterly squirts. Do you really want to go around with a set of blue balls for so long? Hmm? Going to the office five days a week, where Luke will know how you're suffering and why? Having to look at all the female employees and have dirty thoughts about them? I mean, the longer you go without, the more you'll think about what you're missing. What I said you could do, at least getting to touch my pussy, is a limited time offer. You can accept it now or face the consequences. Shoot without getting inside, or don't shoot at all. I'm counting down. TEN... NINE... EIGHT..."

"Mindy, I need time to think." "SEVEN, SIX, FIVE..."

"All right. I agree. Whatever you say."

She chuckled. "I can't wait to try it. But right now, after all that talk about sex, I need what Luke has, and not that gherkin between your legs." She released him and stepped away, leaving Bert with his tiny erection sticking out.

Luke told him, "You can stay where you are, Bertie. That'll give you a good view of the action. Play with your nipples while we screw. Let's see if you can keep your little plaything up the entire time."

"It might be a while," Mindy pointed out. "Luke is what they call a One-Hour Man. Not a quick-draw artist like you, who finishes almost before he starts."

Mindy got back onto the bed, on her back, with her arms flung out to the sides and her legs spread invitingly. Luke put himself on top of her. After less than a minute of grinding against her mound, he was hard. He entered her confidently, in no hurry, and then remained still.

She moaned, "Come on, lover. Slam me hard. You know how I like it."

He kissed her neck. "Let's not act like a couple of animals. We wouldn't want to make a bad first impression on Bertie over there. Look at him with his tinkle-toy bobbing up and down."

"It feels so fantastic having you inside of me," she enthused, "but you'll drive me to distraction if you don't start moving."

"Now, girl," he soothed, "think of Bertie. See how closely he's watching us. I've got to make it easy for him to follow what's going on. Like this."

He slowly withdrew his considerable length, paused, and inserted it with equal unhurriedness. Mindy sighed loudly. She gripped his dark firm biceps. Luke brought his mouth down against hers for a long kiss. Then he repeated his casual in-out motion several more times, while Bert looked on with mounting anxiety. He had always been jealous when other guys ogled his full-figured wife. Now, witnessing her willing surrender to one so well endowed, it was like having his male ego slowly crushed.

Mindy purred, "Please, Luke. Slam me like Bertie never could, and make me feel like a total woman."

"Sure, sweetmeat," he said, cool and collected.

That was when Luke stepped up his tempo. His enviable cock, decorated with thick veins, slid in and out at an accelerated pace. Mindy let out a wordless cry. Her knees rose. She held onto him more tightly. He drilled her rapidly, as tireless as a machine. She squealed. Bert realized his wife was already nearing an orgasm. It was so rare for her to ever reach one with himself. She hollered, the sound rising and falling as she was seized by an orgasm. Not until she began to settle down did Luke decelerate. His timing was perfect. Bert was relieved that she was done. If he had to witness any more of that, he didn't know how he could stand it. But then Luke's pelvis set a new pace, not as furious as before, but steady and driving deep.

The woman under him said, "Yes, yes, yes."

Holy crud! Bert didn't believe it. Luke's pole was still rigid. His sexual prowess was astounding. He had enough self-control to hold off his ejaculation. She was already heating up toward a second climax. The Black man whispered to her, tenderly, with urgings mixed in.

"That's it, girl," he said. "Just relax and enjoy the ride. You know how much you love my big black cock. Let me hear you say it."

"I do." She exhaled audibly. "Your monster cock keeps me so happy. It fills me up and puts me over the top every time."

"What about Bertie? And what he's got to offer?"

"Him? That pathetic pinky pecker? What a joke. After being with you, I couldn't tell sometimes if he was even in me. If he needed condoms, they'd have to be super-small size. His prick just can't do the trick."

Luke laughed. He varied his tempo and the angle of entry. With a series of small changes, he had Mindy squirming under him. She

swore at him good-naturedly, for the way he was controlling her body with his. He silenced her with a soulful kiss. Bert could only stand by, naked, toying with his nipples, his disparaged dick leaking clear drops. How long could Luke keep Mindy pinned down with his dark shaft? Would she have a third orgasm? Ten minutes later, her breathing started to come in short bursts.

She begged, "Please, Luke, let yourself go. Come at the same time as me. You know how I adore it when we get off together."

"No problem," he assured her.

She met his thrusts with jerks of her hips. The two of them were smoothly synchronized. The big man was in an entirely different class from Bert, not just of size, but stamina and style as well. Along with all that, he was supremely assured. Luke took Mindy to the heights of ecstasy and they went over the top simultaneously. Bert's knees trembled but his penis didn't soften. He kept fiddling with his nipples. As the sex expert rolled off his woman, his cock slid out, slick and shiny.

He said, "Yo, Bertie, get your naked ass over here. We have to talk."

Intimidated and uncertain, Bert went to Luke's side of the bed and was told to stand with his feet apart. Unexpectedly, a large black hand darted between Bert's legs and grabbed his testicles, closing with sufficient force that they couldn't be pulled free.

"Now, Bertie, I don't want to hurt you. We don't want your gumdrops here to get damaged, maybe even permanently. And that won't happen if you pay attention and use common sense. Are you following me so far?"

"Luke, please be careful."

That powerful hand tightened, squeezing the trapped testicles against each other. Bert groaned. Luke told him, "I just tried to reason with you. I asked a simple question. Instead of answering, you changed the subject. Let's try again. Bertie, do you think you can focus and do what's best for you?"

"I..." He let his breath out slowly. "Yes, Sir."

"Good boy. Here's the deal. I just hosed the inside of your wife's pussy with a double load of my special sauce. Next, it's going to be your turn, even though you're not allowed to do more than put the end of your little piddle against her pink lips, like you already agreed to. Still, I don't want you to have to touch that messy deposit I left. So, I'm going to let you clean her up first."

"Oh. Okay. I can get a warm washcloth."

"No. There's a simpler way. All you have to do is put your face down there and lick up all that goop."

"That's sickening. I won't..."

Luke tightened his fist, cutting off the rest of Bert's words as he choked from pain. The Black man worked his fingers around, shifting the trapped nuggets on his palm. At last, he relaxed his grip.

"What were you saying?" Luke wanted to know. "Did you agree that my idea is clever and that you're ready to do it?" He added fractional tightness to his hold.

"Yes," Bert said in a strained voice. "I'll cooperate."

"If you don't want to, just say so." Again, Luke did some ball crushing.

"No, no. I'm ready to... do that."

"All right. As long as you're making the decision on your own, with no outside influence."

He released Bert's scrotum. The abused testicles ached. Their owner heaved a sigh of relief. Then he remembered what he still had to do, if he didn't want more mistreatment of his family jewels. He sniffled and got onto the foot of the bed, moving forward and bringing his face near to Mindy's slimed snatch. The sight of it made him choke. Even so, he got close enough that he could smell Luke's potent semen. Bert lapped up a portion of it,

which coated his tongue. He kept going. His wife made contented sounds. Those gradually changed into murmurs of rising excitement. After all the pleasure she had been given already, she was still ready for more. Not wanting to anger her, Bert sucked on her clitoris. He ran the tip of his tongue over that slippery pearl. Then he probed inside her furrow to retrieve more spunk. Each time he swallowed, he felt his pride suffer another debilitating blow. Mindy grew wet from arousal. She was approaching liftoff. With a wild cry, she was launched into her climax. Her body shook. Bert lapped furiously, to capture more cream, along with her orgasmic fluids. At last, her quaking subsided.

"Way to go," Luke congratulated him. He told Mindy, "I was afraid I might have to do some serious harm to his nuts. Maybe make him get down on all fours while I kicked them over and over. How would you feel about your husband being reduced to a eunuch? A pussy-eating eunuch?"

"Jeez," she said breathily. "That's so mean, but it's turning me on so much. You can be such a bully, Luke."

"I have done some of that in the past. Nowadays, I mostly channel my cruel streak into office politics when they get nasty. But it would be satisfying to take it out on Bert down there." He gave those manhandled man parts an extra squeeze. "Hey, Bert," he wanted to know, "how would you feel about being turned into a eunuch, with your whole sex life devoted to eating Mindy's twat, especially after I've busted my nut inside it?"

Bert sobbed. He forced himself to say, "Whatever you want, Sir, is what I want."

Luke slapped Bert's ass. "That's the spirit. Now let's give you your reward. Assume the missionary position, little man. Get that pecker stiff. Do it now, or there might be quite a wait before you get another opportunity."

When the hapless husband cautiously got on top of his wife, he was flaccid from discomfort. She giggled and teased his nipples with her fingertips. Soon she had him erect again. He was careful to only touch the entrance of her vagina with the tip of his dick and go no further. Warm and wet, it felt so good but fell far short of what he truly wanted. She continued to diddle his nips.

"Come on, Bertie," she coaxed. "Let's get this over with. You always used to shoot off way too soon, you selfish bastard. Do it for me now. Come all over my nest, Mr. Small. Empty those junior balls... or lose them."

His receptive nipples sent erotic energy through Bert's system. He grunted once and lost control. His thin ejaculate jetted into Mindy's trimmed pubic hair and all over her slit. He was glad to have been allowed to finish, but the satisfaction he derived from it was minimal.

Luke told him, "We'll expect you to finish even faster next time, if there is a next time. Let's see if we can ultimately get you down to five seconds."

Mindy offered, "He always was a three-pump chump, so that should be simple for him."

"All that's left," Luke went on, "is for you to do another clean-up job."

"What?" Bert couldn't believe what he had just heard. "You expect me to eat my own stuff?"

"I do, if you don't want me to test the strength of my grip on your marbles for the next five minutes. After all, you slurped up my mess like it was vanilla pudding. Now get busy, boy."

Bert blubbered to himself as he slid back down into his previous position. Once again, his mouth was inches from his wife's furrow. There was goo all over her blond pussy hair and in the vestibule of her sex. He closed his eyes and began tonguing it up. Luke rolled onto his side. She turned her face toward him. They kissed passionately, while Bert continued his odious task.

"My poor hubby," his wife observed between lip locks. "His baby dick is a handicap that can never be fixed."

Luke contributed, "And he's not so good at his day job, either. He sits around half the time with his thumb up his ass. Bertie," he snapped. "After your done lapping everything up, go over to the

chair at your wife's vanity table, shove your thumb where the sun don't shine, and sit on it."

In mild shock, Bert did as he was told. It hurt to get his thumb into his rear exit. Then he clumsily lowered himself into a sitting position. It wasn't easy to balance like that.

Mindy said, "We're going to nap now, husband dearest. Don't you dare to move from exactly where you are. This is the way it's going to be for you, from now on."

Her spouse knew it was true, and that he would remain in his lowly status, with no hope of escape.

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