Tango on the Razor's Edge Ch. 14

"But I'm not a man anymore."

Holly's eyes widened while Mr. Carlson pushed his cock a fraction of an inch further into my ass and then waited for me to continue.

"I'm not worthy of you,"

Mr. Carlson put a full stop on my comment with a healthy jab of his cock even further into my ass.

Holly cried out, "Oh, Baby. Fuck me, Baby."

Dan must have thought she was speaking to him because he started to fuck her with the mindless urgency of a stray dog humping a bitch in heat.

"You broke me."

Her eyes widened while Mr. Carlson backed his cock out of me, then pushed it back in.

I gasped. The lube was just barely sufficient to quell my ass's burn, but that pain amplified the intense pleasure of having his manhood inside me. I pushed my ass back to meet his aggressive assault, as one deep thrust was followed by another.

I continued, "I'm a fuck-toy now."

Mr. Carlson's pace kept accelerating until he matched Dan thrust for thrust.

"You've made me a cocksucker."

The two studs rushed headlong into orgasm, while Holly continued to look at me.

"I'm no longer your husband."

Dan moaned loudly as he frantically fucked my wife. He was on the brink of an orgasm, but Holly's attention was still focused on me.

Mr. Carlson was every bit as lost in the moment. He gripped my shoulders like he was afraid I'd buck him off.

I pushed my ass back to drive his hard cock deep into my boi pussy. Each time his cock slid a little further into me. Each time I was a little closer to cumming, but I never lost focus on Holly. "I'm no longer a father to your daughters."

Holly threw her hips back into Dan with more and more force as I spoke. Like me, she was getting close to getting off.

Dan cried out, "OH, FUCK ME," loud enough for people on the street below to hear, but Holly paid him no heed. She continued to look at me while his body slowed to a halt.

"I lost it all by trying to keep you."

Holly bit her lip as she struggled to maintain focus.

I felt Mr. Carlson's cock quiver as an orgasm washed over him. He froze for a moment, then slowly cycled his dick inside of me as it injected his slippery seed into my ass. His cock softened. He slumped over with his weight heavy on my back and his cum leaking out of my ass.

I had been close to cumming when he was fucking me, but with him spent, there was little hope of it happening now. There was nothing for me to do but finish up what I had to say to Holly. "I did everything I could to keep you, but nothing worked."

She stared at me wide-eyed as I said, "Despite everything I did to hold on, I lost everything that I loved."

Her eyes closed, her shoulders sagged.

"I lost myself."

Her head drooped as her focus dissipated.

"But more importantly, I lost you."

She moaned loudly as her body shuddered and ejaculate sprayed from her pussy.

"Not again!" shouted Dan after being showered back to his senses.

Holly looked at me to make sure I was still next to her, then turned to Dan. "It's all you, Baby," she breathlessly replied. "You make me so hot that I cum like that."

Dan glanced from me to Mr. Carlson and then checked himself. In a conciliatory tone, he said, "I know, Baby. I just wasn't ready for it."

"It's okay, Baby. That was pretty intense."

Mr. Carlson extracted his sagging dick from my ass. He looked from Holly to me and said, "She's right. That was amazing." He sat back on the deck without pulling up his pants. "It was REALLY amazing."

Holly's out-of-breath gaze returned to mine, and somewhere in her intense eyes, I saw a deep desire that had only been satisfied by the thinnest margin. In that instant, I realized that, in some strange way, I was in control. I knew the words she needed to hear, and I knew how they needed to be said. That gave me power over her. If I had power over her, I had control over Dan.

Holly stared back at me in silence as her heaving chest returned to equilibrium. In that moment, she tacitly acknowledged that, in some strange way, things between us were changing. But before the new world order could crystalize, she reasserted herself. She leaned back against the glass wall and spread her legs so that I could see Dan's cum glistening from the folds of her pussy's wet lips. "What are you waiting for? This mess isn't going to clean itself."

I scooted between her knees and asked, "May I clean My Goddess's yoni?"

She leaned back into Dan's arms and said, "Yes. That would please me."

I lightly kissed her inner thighs, touched my tongue to her asshole, and licked upwards, collecting as much of Dan's cum as my tongue could hold. His cum had strong, musky overtones, which made it unlike the other cum I'd eaten. As I savored it, I wondered if it was Dan or something he'd eaten that gave his ejaculate its unusual flavor.

"Get it all," she said.

I licked her again and then stuck my tongue deeply into her recently-fucked vagina, which was stretched out and sloppy with cum.

She rested a hand on my head. "There's my good little cum licker."

I probed deeply into her cum-filled pussy with my tongue, scooping up dollops of Dan's seed and dutifully swallowing each drop. Once I'd consumed all of the cum I could find, I wrapped my lips around Holly's clit and kissed it deeply. At first, she seemed to enjoy it, but when she realized that I was working her up for another orgasm, she pulled my head up by the hair and said, "Now it's time for you to get the rest." She pushed my head to Dan's lap. "Clean Dan up."

"I don't want that faggot on my dick!" protested Dan.

Holly laughed, "When did you get all homophobic? You used to like it when Nicki sucked your cock."

Dan looked to Mr. Carlson, then corrected himself, "I didn't want to steal Carlson's girl."

"Oh, I don't think Mr. Carlson would mind sharing," Holly purred as she held Dan's cock for me to suck.

We all looked at Mr. Carlson, but he was blank. Maybe he was so wrapped up in the bliss of his recent orgasm that he hadn't noticed what was going on, or perhaps he was trying to figure out what Holly was up to.

Holly said, "Mr. Carlson thinks it would be hot to watch you suck Dan's dick, don't you, Mr. Carlson?"

Mr. Carlson stirred from his mini-stupor to say, "Dan's been begging for a blow job all night."

"There, you see?" beamed Holly as she pointed Dan's dick to my lips. "Go ahead, sissy. Suck the cum off Dan's cock."

Dan's prick was only a couple of inches from my mouth. It was semi-hard and coated with a thin sheen of his cum, a small pearl of which was just emerging from its small slit. I stuck out my tongue and licked up the cum-drop.

Holly watched me swallow the small dab of cum and said, "That's it, Baby. Eat your key holder's white seed." I licked his cock a couple more times before Holly got impatient and pushed me down by the back of my head.

Dan's soft, musky cock filled my mouth, then slowly inflated as I sucked on it. After a few moments, his dick was hard enough for me to squeegee off the thin layer of ejaculate with my lips. I slowly moved my head up and down his shaft to collect all the cum, and, as I did, his cock became stiffer. It was evident that he liked what I was doing. Still, he was afraid to admit it in front of Holly, who encouraged me along by pushing my head down and then pulling it back up by the hair. I might have stopped once his cock was clean, but he was enjoying what I was doing. Holly kept pushing and pulling at my head, so I sucked and licked at his stiffening cock, hoping to bring him to a second orgasm.

Holly coyly asked him, "You like getting head, don't you, Baby?"

"You know that I do," he replied.

Holly pushed my head all the way down so that Dan's short pubs tickled my nose. She asked, "Are you going to give Nicki head when she's done with you?"

"What? You know I don't do that."

Holly's hand froze, holding my head still with his cock filling my mouth. "Don't be selfish, Baby. You have to give to receive."

"You know I don't suck cock."

She replied, "Suit yourself," as she pulled my head up from Dan's lap. "Mr. Carlson needs to be cleaned."

"No, Baby!" Dan protested.

"Are you going to go down on her?"

Dan shook his head. "Just let her finish."

Holly smiled an evil smile. "Last chance, Baby. Are you going to go down on her?"

Dan's eyes pled for some compassion from Holly, but she would have none of it. She turned to Mr. Carlson and asked, "Would you like Nicki to give you head, Mr. Carlson?"

Mr. Carlson looked surprised. "I don't know. I'm a little bit... dirty."

"A little dirt won't stop Nicki. She likes it nasty." She turned to me for confirmation. "You don't mind a little dirt, do you?"

I really didn't want a mouth full of shit, but, at the same time, I wanted Dan to watch Mr. Carlson get the blow job he could have had. So, I replied, "No, My Goddess."

"That's a good girl," said Holly as she stood, pulling at my hair while I shuffled along on my knees to where Mr. Carlson was sitting. "You're not selfish like Dan, are you Mr. Carlson?"

Mr. Carlson smiled broadly, spread his legs, and said, "Of course not."

Holly smiled, turned to Dan, and said, "You see? Mr. Carlson knows a good deal when he sees one." She pushed my head into his lap, where his shit-covered, semi-hard dick was waiting for me to suck it into my mouth.

I looked up to measure Mr. Carlson's expression, expecting a sardonic sneer or even an evil grin at the prospect of ass-to-mouthing me. Instead, he seemed to be simply happy. He smiled brightly, put his hand on my head, and said, "I'm sure glad you ordered that special tonight."

I couldn't help but laugh. I kissed the tip of his prick and said, "As I recall, you had a bite or two yourself."

He coursed his fingers through my hair and replied, "I did, and I can't wait to get your cock out of that cage and into my mouth. But first, show me what you can do."

Rather than prolong the inevitable, I dipped my head down and drew the full length of his shitty penis into my mouth. The acidic bitterness of the slimy anal residue overwhelmed me. I wanted to spit it out, flush my mouth with Scope, and chase it with a healthy tumbler of Scotch, but his hand at my head held firm. With no sign of release in sight, I swallowed the lumps of crap as they came loose, not wanting to taste them any longer than I had to.

"Oh, God." said Mr. Carlson, "You give spectacular head," as his cock hardened in my mouth.

I heard Holly laugh and ask, "You see what you're missing?"

"Why don't they get their own fucking room," Dan replied.

"Why aren't you happy? He's totally submissive and doing exactly what you asked."

"You know this isn't what I wanted."

"Maybe, but it is what you asked for."

Carlson thrust his hips forward, driving his now erect penis deep into my mouth. "I've never come twice before, but I'm going to be there soon."

I squeezed his balls in my hand as I sucked hard on his dick, rapidly moving my tight lips back and forth over his cock's crown.

"OH FUCK ME," he yelled, and then he went slack for a second time.

Mr. Carlson gently stroked my head as I sucked the last remnants of his cum into my mouth. "You didn't get to cum, did you, Nicki?"

I responded by shaking my head without letting his softening penis slip from my mouth.

He lifted my head to separate my lips from his foreskin and reached down to check the security of my cage. "Pass me the key, will you?"

I half-smiled. I wasn't going to let an opportunity for some me-time go to waste, but my chance for gratifying sex had been dashed so many times over the last couple of months that I wasn't going to get my hopes up. It had been so long since my dick had received any attention that each step in the uncaging aroused me to the point of erectile explosion. I literally swooned when he adjusted my cage to put some light on the keyhole. I swooned again when he yanked at it to align the key with the slot. The subtle vibration of the key's teeth clicking over the lock's pins sent shivers down my spine. The twist of the key in the lock made my already hard cock swell to bursting its confines, and I was overwhelmed by horny freedom when the lock's shackle cleared the hole in the cage's pin and the sheath slid off, letting my penis expand.

I took Mr. Carlson's face in my hands, kissed him on the lips, and said, "Thank you."

He stroked my erection and asked, "How long has it been?"

I didn't know if he was asking how long I'd been caged or how long since I'd cum? So rather than quibble, I answered, "Weeks."

He dropped to his knees so he could inspect my shaft between strokes. "You've got a nice clit, for a little bitch."

I put my hands on his head and replied, "Thank you, Daddy." My brutally hard cock throbbed in time with his strokes. The flow of precum oozing out was almost embarrassing.

He switched hands so he could lick the precum from the web of skin between his thumb and forefinger and asked, "Are you sure it's only been weeks?"

Rather than explain, I ran my fingers through his hair and said, "You're very attractive."

He stroked my cock again and asked, "Do I make you wet?"

"Yes, Daddy. I'm your wet, little bitch."

He smiled in dominant satisfaction while he continued to stroke my erection. "And what would my wet little bitch like me to do for her?"

I clutched his hair in my hands, drawing his lips to my hard penis, and said, "I'd like my Daddy to suck on my stiff little clit."

Holly and Dan sat back in the comfortable chairs and shared a laugh while they chatted. She casually massaged his flagging dick as she asked Mr. Carlson, "Doesn't Nicki have the nicest clit?"

Mr. Carlson replied, "It's very nice." Then he leaned over to tentatively lick at the flow of precum. "You taste good, Bitch."

I replied, "Thank you, Daddy," while I pulled at his hair to encourage him to take my dick into his mouth.

Just as he was about to wrap his lips around my cock's rosy tip, his phone burst into a sappy love song from a recent Disney movie. It sounded familiar, but I couldn't say which movie it was from.

"Oh shit. It's my wife," barked Mr. Carlson. He stood up and straightened his clothes while saying, "Everybody get dressed."

Dan and Holly would have scoffed at anyone else. But, for Mr. Carlson, they immediately jumped up, buttoned up their clothes, and assumed relaxed positions, casually sipping their drinks.

Mr. Carlsons hastily led me to the elevator while his phone chirped out the happy Disney tune for a second time. He explained, "My wife is going to want to FaceTime," as he pushed me through the door and pressed the down button, concluding, "So, you'd better go home." As he pushed the down button, he pointed to his lip and said, "You've got a little shit right there."

I watched him hustle back across the deck to answer his phone. He said, "I thought you were out with the girls tonight," as the elevator door closed. I pondered making the few short strokes it would take to spew my load on the short elevator ride but decided it would be better to take my time and enjoy the release at home. So I washed my face in the kitchen sink, collected my bag, ordered an Uber.

***

That night I lay on my bed. My dress up past my waist and my panties down at my ankles. I slowly stroked my cage-free cock as I thought about Holly watching me getting fucked by Mr. Carlson. I pictured the cruel burn that I saw in her eyes as Mr. Carlson's cock barged its way into my ass. I vividly recalled the wicked curl that had crept into her smiling, deep-red lips as Dan buried his cock impossibly deep into her pussy. It had all played out exactly like I'd imagined it would back when I'd discovered she was cuckolding me. I had craved the humiliation of being her cuckold, and I'd let her feminize me. It was all my fault. I deserved whatever came next.

My cock surged in my hand as the pace of my strokes quickened. I recalled Dan baiting me about growing up to be some old guy's little bitch. The muscle memory of my sphincter recalled the fullness of Mr. Carlson's dick in my ass and the shitty taste of his cock in my mouth. Holly's face sprung into my mind's eye. Her nose was only inches from mine. Her eyes were locked onto mine as she watched me suffer for her.

"Say it," came her voice. It was as if she was in the room with me.

My hand froze, squeezing my erection to hold its place.

"I told you to say it," I heard again.

Her voice sounded so real that I looked up to make sure I was still alone. Once certain, I settled back into stroking my steely-hard cock. I brought myself to the edge, stopped, closed my eyes, and said, "I tried to do it all for you, but I wasn't good enough." The sound of my own words made my back arch and my legs tense. My fingers dug into the tight flesh of my cock even as it became harder than I could ever remember.

"I lost you," I exhaled, barely able to catch my breath. "And you knew it was going to happen all along."

There was no reply other than the groan of my mattress under my arching back and the fap, fap, fap of my hand as it ravaged my cock in a flurry of short strokes.

I imagined Holly's smile broadening as she watched me masturbate from some unseen heaven above as I fantasized about losing everything. I had lost myself to her unparalleled beauty and oversized confidence. In losing myself, I'd lost everything else: my job, my daughters, and my home. Her red lips spread into a sneer, then she said, "You were never anything more than a babysitter for me." The deep humiliation of having the woman I love use me this way tensed my body and quickened the already short strokes. Her unseen voice continued, "Thanks to you, I snared Dan. So, you were a very good little boy." My hand gripped tightly at my cock while the final wave of humiliation washed over me. My body spasmed, and my white seed squirted up in the air, gracefully arched in the air, and landed on the back of my hand.

"What did you do after fantasizing about me being with your boss?" Holly had asked not that long ago.

I lifted my hand to my mouth and thought of telling her again, "I ate my cum."

"That's a good girl," she had said. Her hand pressed at the back of my head. "Now, be a good girl and eat your cum again." I pressed my lips against my hand and sucked the creamy load into my mouth. I held the slick, briny sauce on my tongue and imagined Holly's reaction: "You're such a good little bitch. I might just have to keep you this way."