Ascending Lauren Ch. 26

Tony could sense the older man's hesitation as he watched Corey trudge to the princess chair. He stopped him when he tried to sit.

"Uh uh, slick, not yet," Tony simpered. "Strip."

Corey looked at him oddly. "What?"

Tony grabbed a couple of belts hanging in the half-opened closet.

"You heard me," he said, unfurling them from their hooks. "Let us see your man melons, Cor-eee."

Corey's face turned beet red and thought back to that day at the pool when he tried to hide his chest from the others while playing volleyball, always staying just below the surface of the water.

"C'mon, man, show us what you got. Gotta be packin' something to have won over this firecracker, eh?"

Out of the corner of his eye, Corey saw a smirk forming on his wife's face.

Et tu, Brute?

Tony's demeanor towards her husband made Lauren uncomfortable at first, but she then realized that the boy's arrogance was playing right into her hands as a good cuckoldress. And after all, that's what she was.

"Do it, Twisty," she purred. "Show us your tits."

Show us what you got. Corey could feel the weight of their stares as he took a deep breath. Deep-seated embarrassment washed over him as he stood there, his once-toned body now a shell of its former self. Hands shaking, he reluctantly grasped the bottom of the undershirt and began to wriggle it up, first over his protruding belly, then rather prominent sagging pecs.

"Nice jugs, bud," Tony chortled. "Now them shorts.

As Tony's laughter echoed through the room, Corey felt his face flush a deeper shade of red. Part of him did not want to be subjected to further ridicule, but another larger part most certainly did. Then the most ill-timed and awful thing happened as he looked down at his briefs. The front of them began to tent, and Corey realized that he was getting an erection.

Tony snickered and glanced at Lauren. "You weren't kidding about the cuck thing."

Taking a deep breath, Corey's hands trembled and reached for the waistband of his briefs. With avidity and humiliation, he slowly began to pull them down. As the fabric cleared his hips, his wrinkled but growing member and sagging balls flopped out, exposed to the cool air of the room.

Avoiding eye contact, Corey kept his gaze fixed on the floor, unable to accept the fact that he was stripping for his wife and her lover. Shame and resignation hitting him hard, he let the briefs slip from his fingers, allowing them to fall to the ground, his body now fully exposed.

"Gotta say, old dude, that's pretty underwhelming," Tony chortled. "And this thing got you off?"

Lauren looked upon Corey's now exposed member, the only penis she had known intimately for the past thirty years until recently. With feigned disinterest, she responded, her tone dripping with disdain. "When did I ever say it got me off?"

Those words cut Corey like another dagger, hitting him in the heart and between the legs. His cock throbbed with undeniable arousal as he slumped onto the chair, his engorged member bouncing freely in the open air. The softness of the pillow against his naked ass provided no comfort amidst the tumult of emotions.

"Tie him up," Tony instructed, tossing Lauren two of the older man's belts. She started to protest, but he quickly explained there would be no physical torture.

"It's just so he doesn't touch himself."

Assured the only pain would be emotional, Lauren took the belts and approached the chair. Her eyes locked onto Corey's as she wrapped one around his left hand, then did the same to his right. The tension was palpable as they remained silent; one in charge, the other clearly not. Tearing her gaze away from her husband's, she then went around to the back. After she had cinched his arms together and tested the bind, Tony gestured for her to return to his side where he drew her close, her back pressed against his chest. Folding his arms in front of her, he rested his chin on her shoulder. "Take a look at your man now," he said with a smug smile. "The man you married, gave children to, spread your legs for."

"Pathetic," Lauren squeezed the young man back. "Why do you think I agreed to fuck his friend?" She could see from Corey's dick's reaction that the slight had hit home. "His best friend."

Tony smiled and groped her small mounds through the wife-beater. He pressed his growing cock into the depression left by her ass in her sweatpants. A moan filled the bedroom. "Who was your first?"

Lauren cooed as his lips found her neck again, planting small kisses on the nape, her cheeks, and earlobes. "Paul...Pauly," she purred. "College boyfriend. Not my first but he really broke me in. God, I miss his big fat cock."

"Oh? Bigger than your hubby?"

"Please, what do you think?"

Tony lifted a finger from her lips and pointed it at the bound Des Moines native. "But you married him."

"I should've stayed with the better dick," Lauren fixed her gaze on Corey. "Did you know this...man...was a cuck even back then, jacking off in the car while Pauly fucked me in his dorm room?"

Corey's eyes widened in horror as he realized that she had just revealed one of his deepest secrets. Yet, more mortifying twas the fact that his erection was flapping about.

Tony quickly kicked the chair. "Hey, man. Eyes up here."

Looking up, Corey saw that the boy had raised Lauren's shirt, revealing her toned abs and well-defined gym rat muscles. Her breasts were small, firm, and perky, defying gravity as they rested on her chest. Nipples stood erect, a slightly brighter shade of pink than the surrounding areolae. Tony cupped one nipple in each hand and thumbed the hard nubs. His face had turned to mock disgust as he glowered at the older man.

"You really spanked that thang outside her boyfriend's place? Bold move. Still some sick shit, though, dude."

With one hand mauling tits, Tony's slid the other beneath her loose sweatpants. It was quite obvious when one of his fingers slipped inside her cunt.

"Oh...yesssssssss."

"Tell me about the other cocks that's been in this pussy since you've moved here," the frat brother coaxed.

"Your buddies, his best friend, and M-M-Max, the club owner. They showed me what I've been missing."

"And what have you been missing?"

"A real...a real cock. Cumming on a real cock."

"But what about hubby here?"

Lauren began squirming in Tony's arms as he fingered her with purpose. "I can't...I can't even feel him anymore."

Corey grimaced in bittersweet ecstasy. She might as well have stomped on his dick with stilettos. But as deep as the barb cut, bringing tears to his eyes, it brought twice the amount of fire to his groin. While he watched helplessly, Tony slowly pulled Lauren's sweatpants down over her hips, then thighs and calves so she could gingerly step out. The exposed bare outer labia showed five o'clock shadows of pubic hair stubble as three of the cocky kid's fingers buried deep inside her and moving rhythmically, covered with glistening juices. With each stroke, her body tensed, and she felt wave after wave of pleasure. More moans flowed, louder this time as he spread her feet apart and continued to finger-fuck her in front of her husband. Both men could smell the aroma of her sweaty pussy filling their nostrils, and they knew she wouldn't be long.

"Oh my god," Lauren exclaimed, turning her face towards Tony, attempting to kiss his lips but missing. It appeared as though she was trying to escape from her own body.

"Fuucccckkkkk..."

Tony curled his fingers upward, searching for that sweet spot. When he found it, her body jerked, and a gasp escaped her lips. Lauren involuntarily arched her back, grinding her hips against his hand like a wild animal in heat. From across the room, Corey could see her clit, red, swollen and sensitive, peeking out from its hood. The whimpering continued as Tony flicked his thumb over it, applying the perfect amount of pressure. Her breath came out in short, desperate gasps. Even the rugged football player was having trouble holding her against his body as she squirmed and writhed with pleasure. Lauren's hips bucked against his hand and her pussy clenched and throbbed around his fingers. It was like trying to contain a hurricane.

"Oh fuck! Yes! Yes!" she screamed, the words tumbling out of her mouth, tripping over each other. Her body convulsed, every muscle tensing and releasing in perfect sync with her orgasm. Pussy throbbing and pulsating around Tony's fingers, he felt the walls gripping them tightly, as if unwilling to let go. Torrents of sticky liquid gushed from her hole, coating his hand and running down her legs.

Corey watched, mesmerized, as his wife came down from the intense climax, her body relaxing and her breaths becoming slower and shallower. Tony could feel her pussy muscles loosening, eventually relinquishing their grip on his fingers. Lauren, now calmer, gracefully spun away from the boy's embrace and began to walk toward her husband with the finesse of a runway model. Each step was calculated and sexy, placing one leg in front of the other. Her small, perky breasts jiggled gently with each stride and when she finally stopped, her pussy lips, reddened from Tony's fingers, were mere inches from his face.

The sight was bedeviling, a provocative invitation that left Corey both aroused and tormented. Only it wasn't an invitation. It was a chance to stop the madness. Standing above him, she asked if he had anything to say, a clear gesture allowing him to use the safe word. One word would have stopped everything.

With a blank expression, the aging wittol stared up at her, naked and vulnerable, appearing embarrassed and confused. Despite the folds of his flabby chest resembling an old woman's floppy breasts and his protruding stomach nearly touching his pubic hair, the humiliation he felt wasn't nearly as degrading as his rock-hard dick flailing hopelessly above the decorative pillow, yearning for the touch that would not come.

When her question remained unanswered, Lauren nodded with understanding and smiled contemptuously. Peeling the tee off over her head, she tossed it on the floor and put her hands on her hips, striking a pose that would make a men's magazine model envious.

"Are you sure you have nothing to say, cuck? Cat got your tongue?"

One little word...

Corey said nothing. Emboldened, Lauren leaned over him and placed her hand on his forehead, forcing it to meet her chest at eye level. Her petite breasts were barely within reach of his lips. A rush of blood surged through his already swollen member, causing it to twitch involuntarily. Chuckling softly, she used her other hand to tenderly stroke the tip of the head, which had turned an intense shade of purple.

"Does all of this make you hot, Twisty?"

Lauren moved her tits slightly to make them jiggle. Corey tried in vain to catch a nipple in his mouth.

"Nuh-uh," she giggled, "not for cuckolds."

Moving up a bit on his thighs, her smooth pussy dripped wetness on the seat cushion and briefly touched the glans of his desperate dick. A dollop of pre-cum squirted out, causing Lauren to lift an index finger in front of his face.

"Nope, none of that either," she said firmly. "Not now."

The look of torment on Corey's face brought a sadistic grin to his wife and her lover as she slid off her husband's thighs and placed her hands on his knees. Bending over, she shook her ass at the boy standing behind her.

"Whose pussy is this?" she asked playfully. Taking the cue, Tony sidled up behind her and lifted his t-shirt to reveal his own raging erection.

"Mine, bitch," he growled with confidence.

Lauren's eyes locked on to Corey's as they stared into each other's souls.

"Then fuck me," she asserted. "Fuck me like this loser can't."

With her face mere inches from his, Corey watched her eyes roll back in her head as Tony grasped her hips and slid his cock into her eager cunt. Already wet from the finger-fucking, it slid in easily, allowing her to take all eight inches. Lauren cried out, her body arching back against him, hands gripping Corey's knees for support. Her lids shut tight, and then reopened only halfway.

"Oh...my...god," she uttered in pure ecstasy.

The sight of his wife being fucked from behind by her boy toy was more than Corey could bear. A shell of his former self, he had been reduced to a mere spectator in the face of his own humiliation. His dick twitched and leaked onto the pillow, desperate for release. A force to be reckoned with, but a cowardly loser in the bedroom.

The rhythm of Tony's thrusts intensified, causing the skin on Lauren's buttocks to ripple and quiver. Her breasts, just inches from Corey's face, might as well have been light-years away.

"Do me, Tony," she breathed into her husband's ears, "FUCK my cheating cunt."

Corey lunged toward Lauren's mouth, once, then twice, failing to kiss her. Tony grabbed her ponytail and yanked her head away and out of his reach.

"No way, freak," he snarled. "All mine."

Lauren laughed maniacally at her hubby. "You REALLY think you can join in? Oh, that's rich."

Tony tugged on her black mane again, snapping her head back, and exposing her neck to him. He leaned in, his lips grazing her throat to ear.

"You love being my dirty little slut, don't you? Tell him how much you need my cock."

"Oh god, yes. Harder, Tony! Fuck me harder!" Lauren moaned loudly, her words seeping into Corey's soul like lace and arsenic. Her cries of pleasure echoed through the room, mingling with the sound of Tony's grunts and their bodies colliding.

Although her face was to the ceiling, she managed to look down with the whites of her eyes bulging, straining to look at Corey.

"I...I need his cock, babe. I need it so bad."

"How often?" Tony snarled.

With her hair pulled so taut, her face looked Asian. When she failed to answer, the young man slapped her on the ass again.

"How often, bitch?"

Lauren's eyes widened in pain. "Every week. Every...goddamn...week."

"That's right, slut," Tony scowled, abruptly withdrawing from her pussy. Grasping her ponytail firmly, he pulled her upright and in one swift motion, spun her around and effortlessly flung her onto the bed, her body landing with a soft bounce.

Lauren's breath caught in her throat as she found herself lying before the youthful hunk, her head hanging off the edge of the bed. Their eyes met in an intense gaze that immediately told Corey how much sexual chemistry was between these two. Clambering onto the mattress, the young man knee-walked along the length of her body as she watched his impressive tool dangling between his legs. An attempt to catch it in her mouth as his muscular frame passed over her face failed. Instead, she found his ballsack and ass hovering directly above. It didn't take much for the pretty executive's senses to be overwhelmed as Tony's weight pressed his nuts to her forehead and his asshole to her face.

"Toss me, baby."

Corey stared in disbelief as Lauren's tongue emerged from her ruby-red lips, obediently flicking out like a lizard testing its surroundings.

Yet another specialty she has never done for me?

Gracefully, the mature wife glided the tip of her pink tongue along the contours of Tony's puckered anus, moving in slow circular motions that caused the muscles beneath her tongue to relax. A soft moan escaped from both of them. With her face pressed deep into the crevice of his ass, Lauren gripped Tony's firm thighs for support as she continued to explore as far into his asshole as his sphincter would allow. Each flick and swirl sent shivers of pleasure coursing through the scumbag's body.

When the fuck did she learn to do THAT?

The taste of his skin filled Lauren's mouth, slightly salty, musky, and more than a bit earthy. Her lips formed a perfect seal around his hole, creating a suction that intensified the sensations as she alternated between sucking and lapping his tight bung. Her tongue traced delicate circles around the sensitive rim before delving deeper into the velvety warmth.

"Oh, you nasty hoe!" Tony's body quivered with pleasure amongst the sounds of wet slurping and his ragged breaths. He closed his eyes and let out a deep groan as Lauren continued to massage his brown star. "Right there, right there!"

Probing further into every hidden recess, her fingers expertly worked his cock, keeping him hard. She couldn't see it but could feel the throbbing in her palm.

Perched on the girlie chair, Corey began to squirm not to escape but to relieve the excruciating pressure that was building within. His erect penis was so hard that he felt like he would ejaculate if anything brushed against it. Like Tony, his pulse raced, and his breath came in short, sharp gasps. The desire to touch himself was overwhelming, but the belts that bound him to the chair made that impossible. The project manager's naked, wrinkled body jiggled as he futilely attempted to untie his hands. The belts that bound him to the chair were tight and served their purpose. He could feel the sweat trickling down his forehead as he pulled at the leather with all his might, but they remained stubbornly in place. Although he could have escaped if he truly wanted to, the question remained: did he want to?

Corey desperately wanted to scream, to shout out in frustration and anger, but he couldn't. All he could do was sit there, helpless and naked, as he watched his wife continue to devour Tony's ass as if it were the most delicious thing in the world. Lauren alternated between blowing cool breaths into the guy's anus and light to deep excursions with her tongue, expertly pleasuring Tony's asshole, taint, and cock. It was unbelievable to Corey that this was the girl he had courted, married, and had children with. In that moment, she was the nastiest slut he had ever seen.

"ENOUGH!" Tony shouted and slid his buttocks off her face. As much as he like that sensation, he needed to put his dick somewhere.

Flopping onto the mattress and landing on his freshly eaten ass, back against the headboard, Tony used Lauren's hair to guide her mouth onto his cock. Her lips parted eagerly and enveloped it, savoring the warmth and hardness. For nearly ten minutes, she fellated the young man with fervor, occasionally glancing across the room at Corey, who was straining against the belts. Smiling, she licked her lips before taking another deep dive. After one particularly intense descent, she emerged gasping for air, foamy spittle dripping from her mouth like some demon-possessed.

"Tell him. Tell him how his tiny little dick can't do it, babe," Tony leered, his gaze flitting from the naked brunette and her husband.

Lauren's tongue took another tour of the eight-inch shaft, down, then back up. After shaking her long black bangs from her eyes, she looked at Corey from behind the football player's pulsating manhood.

"He's right you know" she sneered at her husband. "You can't even compare, Twisty.

"Pauly, Max, Tony...Zane...they all take me places you never could."

Corey clenched his teeth in tragicomic agony, and his marginalized six inches trembled as if it were about to explode.

"That's why you'll NEVER be the man HE is," Lauren taunted.

The older man's head thrashed back and forth as he tried to break free. If only he could touch his own dick and make the pain stop!

After a long slurp and a giggle, the torture continued.

"Those flabby tits of yours are almost touching that thing you try and pass off as a dick," Lauren teased mercilessly. "Thirty years I put up with that. What am I supposed to do with it now?"

Corey was on the verge of climaxing, his face turning pale, his mouth drawn back in an almost perfectly formed 'O'.

It was then that Lauren decided she needed to be fucked. Creeping to the edge of the mattress, she reached into her purse on the nightstand and pulled out a condom. Hovering over Tony's cock, she wrapped one hand around the base of his shaft, squeezed it firmly, and unrolled the latex down the length of his thick member. The fingers gliding smoothly over the rubber caused Tony to moan loudly. With the cum bag securely in place, Lauren laid back on the bed and dragged the boy on top of her.