The Longing

Toward the end of the fifth full day the snowbunnies spent with their bulls at the cabin, Eleanor found herself alone in the bedroom which all of them shared. It was a rare occasion in which Natasha wasn’t using it as her own personal fuck-den. She laid atop the black bedspread in the center of the row, her head comfortably pressed against her pillows.

The place really wasn’t all that fancy, but it was a good enough place as any to spend alongside Dominik. Eleanor knew she wanted a house that was much bigger whenever she and Matty could afford it.

Matty. Oh, her sweet little slave. She truly hoped she was enjoying whatever tortures she was being put through at the Cuckold Camp. Just being without her for so long would be torture enough.

Their reunion would be great and powerful, she was sure. Her power was already growing even greater than it had already been. Matty’s imprisonment at the camp was just a testament to that. Meanwhile, she could enjoy just about all the big black cock she could ever desire.

With a sigh of pleasure she noticed she was growing wet yet again. Her left leg swung across the bedspread to hang off the edge, followed by her right. She lowered her sheer black skirt off her waist and let it fall to the floor beneath her, expending very little effort.

Then, she pulled her little black thong to the side and began rubbing herself, feeling the wetness of her pussy in her fingers. The double doors she stared into were closed; no one would disturb the open space she laid for her thoughts and fantasies.

First into her mind’s eye came Dominik, hulking tall above her. Her eyes stripped him bare of all clothing just so she could admire his tall, muscular, dark-skinned body and bring herself to the utmost lust. He smiled down at her and she returned the favor.

His pulsing cock, the best of his many amazing features, stood tall and strong as the rest of him. It was so long, ten inches from its base to its tip. She began rubbing herself harder and harder as the image came into perfect view.

The fantasy flowed onward when he finally climbed on top of her and planted a wet kiss on her feline lips. She could feel the heat and strength of him even then.

As Dominik’s kisses traveled from her lips to the right side of her neck, Eleanor turned her gaze to the side, past his imaginary form and onto the floor. Who else would be there but Matty, her willingly weak little cuckold slave? And where would they be without her?

For she was the reason they ever crossed paths at all. She, in all her weakness, was the reason for their entwinement. With her watching on her knees beside the bed, the fantasy was finally complete, and all was as it should be, as she willed it.

She decided she didn’t want her little cuck naked, but clothed only in her spare old panties and bralette. That way she wouldn’t have to see her most pathetic and grossest parts. As she continually felt Dominik’s hot strength all around her, she embraced him and remembered to give Matty the most disdainful glare she could muster in that moment.

“You’ll never be a real man, cuckold,” she breathed out darkly into the air around.

‘Yes, Mommy,’ she heard a pitiful response in her mind’s ear.

With a dark and slight laugh, she moved her eyes away from her weak little slave, taking even that away from her. She stared into the ceiling as Dominik finally inserted himself into the palace of her wetness. She rubbed her clit even harder and moaned even louder to welcome him inside. Their arms were intertwined as their most intimate organs connected in an already close to orgasmic bliss.

Eleanor pushed down hard on herself and moaned out, “Just sit there and watch me fuck your bully, Matty.”

‘Yes, Mommy,’ she heard again… almost tearfully, this time.

Then, feeling the power of the pain she had inflicted and knowing she would never lose a drop of value in her faithful little slave’s eyes, she accommodated the full length of the bully she had made her lover deep inside her wetness.

Another much longer moan escaped her lips, and the rhythm of his strokes soon shuddered the thickness of her body. “Yes, don’t stop, don’t stop…” she said through her moans just to goad him on.

She looked on towards her slave again, affording her the courtesy of her eyes, and saw the sissy down beneath them. She looked on in obedience and did not move, not even to touch her pathetic self. This was very good of her. The wondered of her down there watching so helplessly made her pussy even more wet.

What truly finished the job was the wondered of Dominik finally cumming deep inside her that night, right before her cuckold’s weak little gaze. She slid a pair of soaked fingers down into her own hole and sang a sweet moan out into the air.

Matty would not only have to watch her inseminated by her muscular black bully, but she’d have to clean up after him, as well. Unless, of course, she had decided it was time to breed. Eleanor was absolutely dripping with anticipation for that day.

She moved her already wet fingers to her mouth, then added one to two to make three. Three was better than two, after all, but even that did not match the thickness of his real cock. She found herself craving it even more than usual. She squeezed her three fingers as deep as they could go inside of herself and moaned out again.

Just as she began fully squirting out fluids onto the blanket beneath her, the doors before her opened and the imagery she surrounded herself with vanished. No more was Dominik folding himself into her, no more was Matty down there beneath them watching like the obedient little slave she was–only Natasha looking in on her from the now open doorway.

Eleanor let her fingers slide up and out of herself and heaved a sigh. Her head rolled back to face the ceiling. “Having fun up here all alone?” Natasha asked her almost mockingly.

Eleanor paid her no response, her lips only eliciting more deep breaths. “Some of the girls have already started on the little orgy we’re having downstairs. I know you wouldn’t want to miss that,” Natasha explained now in good nature.

Eleanor rolled her eyes back down to look at her from the bed and said, “You’re right, I wouldn’t.” Her voice was high and breathy as her moans had been several moments before. She moved her thong back over to cover her soaked pussy, even though it wasn’t anything Natasha hadn’t seen before by this point.

“Oh, no need for that,” she assured her. “It’s not like you’re going to be keeping it on for much longer.” She was right yet again.

“I kind of like the way they rip it off me, though,” Eleanor said salaciously.

Natasha laughed. “You’ll get many more chances for that to happen, I’m sure,” she said.

Upon a closer look, it was obvious Natasha was in an exceptionally cheerful mood. There must have been a lot of fun in store for them that night.

Eleanor let her thong slink off and fall onto the skirt she left on the bedside floor. “Come on,” Natasha beckoned her. “Let’s get ourselves some big black cocks.”

“Don’t you ever grow tired from all that fucking?” Eleanor asked her genuinely as she lingered on the side of the bed, now sitting up with the luxurious curves that composed her lower body entirely exposed.

Natasha laughed again. “A little, but I always end up wanting more.” Eleanor just looked her over a bit. She seemed so gracious that day, so happy… Their rivalry had really dissipated.

“It’s like a circle, you know,” she continued, “It just goes round and round again.” She made a gesture in the air with her right hand to demonstrate the circle of desire she described.

“I get it,” Eleanor said, doing her best to draw back her sly smile. The bleakness of the general idea left a sour taste in her mouth. Natasha seemed to have more sense about her than Leya did lately, at least.

Eleanor slid off the bed and traipsed up to Natasha. “Let’s go get that circle filled up,” she said as she stepped.

“Only big black cock can do that job,” Natasha replied with a giggle as Eleanor reached her.

“Believe me, I know,” she agreed salaciously as they exited the bedroom together.

“What have you been thinking about up here?” Natasha asked her. “Just that?”

“Well, no, I was thinking about Matty, watching us,” Eleanor answered sweetly.”I really do miss her.”

“Awh!” Natasha cooed as they made their way down the hall to the upstairs loft. “That’s too cute.”

“It takes three, you know,” Eleanor remarked what she truly believed.

“Well, we have Robin downstairs. Just wait and see,” Natasha explained. “I know it’s not your personal cuck, but it’s something.”

“It?” Eleanor repeated with a small laugh. Natasha giggled back.

“It. I didn’t even think about it, but it works,” she said.

The two of them began descending the winding spiral staircase that led to the ground floor of the cabin. The sounds of slurping lips and groans came into audibility from the middle rungs of the staircase. Eleanor was glittering with anticipation as she came closer and closer to the action happening down there.

She came down first, fully aware that she was entirely exposed from the midriff down. Her frilly little white shirt and the lacy black bra underneath would be torn off as well, in due time. She could still smell her own bare wetness wafting up from between her thick thighs, and presumed others could, too.

“The queen has returned,” she heard Dominik announce from a big black leather chair facing the center of the lounge area. Eleanor beamed at his words as she surveyed the area.

Dominik was sitting shirtless with both toned arms up on the chair’s armrests, his long black snake of a cock hanging out of the slit in his dark gray shorts as he observed the other action before him–and the action had certainly already begun.

Across the lounge from Dominik’s chair, Leya was face-down and ass-up on the hardwood floor, already entirely naked, bowing to the magnificence of Jamal’s hard black cock as he sat on the couch by his lonesome before her.

Meanwhile, Ariana sat in the center of the couch in front of the windows, simultaneously stroking Jackson’s cock in her left hand and sucking Darius’s own. All three of them were totally naked, as well; Ariana’s skimpy black one-piece laid wet and discarded on the end table beside Jackson.

The willowy blonde was making an adventure of it, indeed, and smiling all the way. Both of the cocks she pleased were hard as nails but ten times as large.

“Where’s–” Eleanor almost asked as she circled around and noticed Damian finishing a hogtie on Robin who was laid out flat upon the countertop.

Savannah lingered beside him in one of her signature too-tight bikini sets, this one in an orange even brighter than her curly ginger hair. They had stripped the house-cuck of his maid’s dress, revealing in full nudity his spindly, stick-like body. Eleanor didn’t bother stifling her subsequent laughter.

As soon as the hogtie was fastened, Damian caressed Savannah’s lower back to guide her to sway around to him. Her thick cheeks spread at the opening of his touch and he pulled the bright orange bikini bottom apart to spread them even further.

He removed a silver butt plug with a glistening pink rhinestone tip from her hole with a pop. It must’ve been in there all day.

Damian then circled around the counter to the side which Robin now faced; Savannah fixed her bikini herself. Holding the butt plug carefully at the tip with his fingers, Damian put it directly in front of Robin’s gaze and said, “Open.”

The whiteboy wasted no time in dropping his jaw wide open for the king to plug it up with the silver piece that had just been resting inside his bunny’s asshole. He suckled on it like a pacifier to the resounding sounds of laughter from all corners at his newfound little predicament.

Eleanor whisked her thick form right up to the counterside and took Damian’s place in front of Robin. Her hand landed on his hairless little face and she said, “Savor that shit, and you might get some more later, cuckold.” She, herself, savored the weakness she saw in him.

She gave his cheek a tap and watched him suckle the dirty butt plug for a moment before turning around and giving him the best view of his sad life: her bare, fat ass bouncing as she walked away.

Leya had begun shaking her thick and shapely ass, as well, but down on the floor instead of upright as Eleanor was. Dominik slid a hand up and down his meaty, dark shaft as he observed her display.

Eleanor wrapped an arm around the back of his large dark throne of a chair and leaned her face in close to his. That heat and power she had summoned from the depths of her core was right beside her, now.

“You want to fuck that little bitch’s ass tonight, don’t you?” she whispered so close to his ear.

“Hell yeah, I do,” her king responded as a matter of fact as he stroked his cock. He soon switched hands to grope Eleanor’s bare ass from behind with rough precision. She let out a moan as his large hand traveled around her most precious parts.

“Well, best get to it then,” she moaned salaciously to him. “Something tells me Jamal is possessive of her pussy.”

“I’ll bust it open,” Dominik asserted in his deep black voice. They shared a harrowing laugh before more miniature events unfolded in front of them.

Darius–or Jackson? Or both of them? Who knew?–had stripped Natasha of her skimpy little black bra and denim shorts. She allowed herself to be guided by the head down to Jackson’s thick, long, black cock that Ariana had prepared and obliged so graciously for her.

With a fistful of her jet black hair, Jackson wasted no time in forcing her throat around his dick. He groaned as the sensation grew. Ariana kept stroking Darius at her other side and looked on as the house’s biggest slut throated her lover’s long dick. Eleanor was interested to see how this would play out.

“See that?” he groaned at his blonde bunny as she watched. “She’s sucking your dick,” he said–and she continued to suck, going even deeper every time.

“Yeah, she’s sucking my dick…” Ariana repeated with a simmer of confused arousal rising up in her voice from beneath her pale skin. Her blue eyes were open wider than they had ever been as she stared at the suck-job right below her.

“Look at me,” Jackson groaned at her. Her eyes soon traversed up to his own. He let one hand off Natasha’s hair and wrapped it around the back of Ariana’s neck to guide her lips to his. They kissed electrically above Natasha as she continued sucking him off, Ariana’s hand still wrapped firmly around Darius’s cock.

Meanwhile, Leya whipped her long, light brown curls upwards and moaned out at Jamal above her, “I need that big black cock inside me!” Her primal lust for just that permeated the air around them all.

“Work for it, bitch,” the gangster commanded her.

“Yes, Daddy!” Leya moaned. Eleanor’s smile soured in disgust. Her friend only obeyed orders, shaking her ass up and down and salivating towards the cock above her face.

Eleanor drew herself in even closer to Dominik and whispered, “End their little game.” The black king snarled. With a tap of the back of his chair, he was on his feet.

“If you’re not gonna fuck her, I will,” he asserted in all his imminent dominance. Eleanor swayed upright and touched her wetness at the sight and sound of it all. Jamal only looked up at her man with provocation in his face.

“Oh, really?” he said. Would they fight? No one else seemed to care.

“Yeah… Really.” With that, Dominik reached down to pick Leya up by her light brown locks and draw her naked body into his. “You like the feeling of that, don’t you?” he said as he pressed her into his exposed cock, which outdid Jamal’s own by a couple inches, no less.

“Mmhh… Y-yes,” Leya moaned before he wrapped a hand around her throat and forced her face first down onto the couch in front of them. Her bubbly ass was in the perfect position to get fucked by him now, right in front of her lover.

He steadied his grip around her luscious hips and spread her holes wide open for himself. A drip of spit left his lips to land upon her asshole. Then, he slid his cock inside without the smallest hesitation. A high squeal later, and the thrusting picked up in speed.

Jamal’s eyes went wide, now. Eleanor barely had enough time to touch herself before he stood up on his feet and bellowed, “Nah, fuck that!” The black man charged wildly towards her, his long cock swaying to and fro as he speedily approached her half-naked form.

“I already am,” she heard Dominik snicker–as he would–just before her friend’s lover grabbed her by her wrists and held them at either side of her face.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard…” he breathed darkly down to her as his eyes surveyed the full thickness of her body.

“It won’t be anything better than he could do,” she added, sure to assert herself before her fate befell her.

At that, Jamal ripped her frilly little white shirt off and tore her bra away from herself so her thick tits fell loose and free into one of his squeezing hands. Like a lightning flash, he turned her around and bent her over across the big black leather chair Dominik had been sitting in when she descended the stairs. She moaned as loud as hellfire was hot as his cock slid effortlessly into her sopping wet pussy.

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Her powerful walk; Her deep brown eyes; Her terrible tendency to smile. All Matty’s thoughts were of Eleanor.

Even the wondered of her made her miserable lodgings at the Cuckold Camp much more bearable. She had begged Fiona for a notebook to write in several nights before, and that worked out well for her. Other than that, the room was absolutely horrible: an all-white mattress on the floor and only one pillow. Mommy Eleanor didn’t even make her sleep in such miserable conditions, and she was sure she never would.

In a delirious and love-fueled stupor, Matty crawled out of her thin white sheet and stepped over to the doorway. Every time she looked down at its knob, she noticed that there was no lock. All the other doors had locks, except for the cuckolds’ bedrooms. Some prison this was.

Matty turned the doorknob as quietly as she could and made her silent way down the narrow hall. She had taken her maid’s dress off for the night already, but she wasn’t too worried about it. They all had seen her fully exposed in all her naked shame on the very first day, shortly after her arrival. Her tiny little clitty bounced on her balls all the way down the hall and into the lilac-colored room beyond it.

She stared up at the moon in the high window through the darkness of the room, before falling to her broken-feeling knees right onto the floor. Her heart’s deepest longings brought her eyes to tears beneath the moonlight. “Mommy…” she muttered in all her weakness–which she would surely remind her of, if only she were there, with her. The sadness of her absence was her only companion on that night.

The tears flowed from her eyes as she blinked down to her pale little cheekbones. She let out a whimper and then a full-blown cry. “Mommy!” she moaned in her endless longing. The moon shined down on her still. Eleanor was not there to answer her call.

Matty hoped she was having fun with Dominik, as twisted as it may have been. Her happiness was far more essential than her own to her–to them both, she was sure. Other than that respite, she was deep in her despair.

“Matty?” she heard from far behind her. She whipped her teary-eyed face back to see Raina in the opposite doorway from the one she had entered from. Her dark brown face was pretty even with her makeup washed off, but her stance was just as strong as it at all times had been, as far as she had known.

“What?” Matty squealed sadly, high and feminine, as the tears came down some more.

“I just wanted to see what was up,” the black girl clarified. This wasn’t what Matty wanted, though; she only wanted Eleanor.