Home Alone 1
By SmutWriterAI.
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The first picture appears on the screen, and my breath catches. She’s there, my beautiful, confident Sue, surrounded by laughter and drinks. Her smile is radiant, and her eyes sparkle with mischief. She’s barely clothed, her curves on full display, a hint of lace peeking from beneath her tiny skirt. I can almost feel the warmth of the room, the buzz of the party, and my dick stirs, despite its small size.
I swipe, and the next image reveals more. She’s dancing now, her body moving sensuously, her hips swaying, and her hands roaming freely. The camera captures her from behind, and I see the outline of her perfect ass, firm and round, a sight that makes my mouth water. I imagine the feel of her skin, the softness of her curves, and my hands clench, wanting to touch, to claim her.
But then, the pictures take a turn. She’s no longer alone. A man, tall and broad-shouldered, stands close to her, his arm around her waist. They’re grinding, their bodies pressed together, and I can almost hear the moan that escapes her lips. My Sue, my dominant, wild woman, is giving herself to another. The thought should humiliate me, but instead, it excites me. It turns me on.
I can’t help but stroke myself, my tiny dick hardening in my hand. The humiliation is real, but it’s a sweet pain, a pleasure I crave. I imagine her words, her commands, as she teases me with her conquest. ‘Look at you, my little cuckold. See how you react to my touch, to my pleasure with another man. You love it, don’t you?’
The pictures keep coming, a flood of explicitness. She’s on her knees now, her dress hiked up, and the man’s cock is in her mouth. I see her lips wrapped around him, her tongue licking, and my own mouth waters. The image is so vivid, so real, that I can almost taste the salt of his skin, the warmth of her mouth. I moan, a sound of submission, as I imagine her words again, “You like this, don’t you, my pet? You love watching me take another man’s cock. Admit it.”
I can’t deny it. I’m lost in a sea of desire and humiliation. My Sue’s moans echo in my mind, and I feel a rush of power, knowing I’m being dominated, controlled by her actions. She’s in charge, and I’m her willing slave, jerking off to her exhibitionism, to her cuckolding ways.
The pictures continue, a never-ending stream of her pleasure, her dominance. I’m lost in a world of sensation, my tiny dick throbbing, my body aching for more. I want to beg, to plead, but I know she expects me to take it, to submit. And so, I do, lost in a haze of lust and humiliation, my Sue’s wild night out driving me deeper into submission.
And as the night progresses, I know there’s more to come. My Sue, my dominant, has only begun to tease, to taunt, and I eagerly await the next buzz, the next explicit glimpse into her world, ready to be humiliated, prepared to be hers.
I scroll through the latest photos, my dick twitching at the sight of her straddling the other man. His thick cock is buried deep inside her wet pussy, and the image sends a shockwave of desire through my body. I can almost feel the heat of their connection, the intensity of their lustful embrace. Her hands grip his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin, and I imagine the raw, animalistic pleasure they’re sharing.
I imagine the moans escaping her lips, soft and sultry, and they echo in my mind, a sweet torture. ‘Oh, fuck,’ I imagine her saying, her voice carrying a hint of desperation, ‘I’m so close, baby. I’m gonna cum so hard on this big dick.’ The thought is like a drug, a powerful aphrodisiac, and I’m hooked, addicted to this display of her wild side in these photos.
“Sue,” I whisper, my voice hoarse with need, “tell me more. Tease me, baby. I want to hear it.” I stroke my tiny dick, the head now glistening with pre-cum, my hand shaking with the intensity of my desire. I crave her words, her commands, her filthy betrayal.
In my head, I hear her laugh, a low, seductive sound that sends shivers down my spine. ‘You like that, don’t you, my little cuck? Watching me ride another man’s cock, taking all his length, while you sit there, helpless.’ The words are a slap in the face, a brutal reminder of my place, and yet, I’m aroused beyond belief.
“Yes, yes,” I moan, my eyes fixed on the screen, my body aching for release. “I love it, Sue. I love seeing you like this, so free, so wild. It turns me on so much.”
I imagine her eyes, her seductive gaze, fixed on me, judging, teasing, and I feel a rush of humiliation, a sweet, addictive pain.
‘You’re such a good boy,’ her imaginary voice purrs, dropping an octave, becoming deeper, more commanding. ‘Such a good cuckold. Watch me, baby. Watch how I take this big cock, how I make it mine. You can stroke that little dick of yours, but it’s never gonna be enough, is it?’
I shake my head, unable to form words, my mouth dry with desire. I can’t deny the truth of my situation. I’m trapped in this web of lust and humiliation, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I need this, crave this control, this dominance Sue exudes.
As I continue to stroke, my vision blurs with desire, and I see her, not just in the photos, but in my mind’s eye. I see her riding that stranger’s cock, her eyes closed, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure. I see her body, her perfect curves, her ass clenching around that thick cock, and I’m lost, consumed by this erotic humiliation.
And then, without warning, my phone buzzes again, and a live video starts playing. I can’t believe it, my heart pounding in my chest. She’s sending me a real-time feed, a private show just for me. I see her, up close, her face flushed, her eyes wild, and she’s sucking that cock, taking it deep into her throat.
“Oh fuck, Sue,” I groan, my voice breaking, “I can’t take much more. Please, baby, I need… I need…” I trail off, unable to form the words, my body trembling with the force of my desire. I’m at the edge, teetering on the brink of release, and her control over me is absolute.
I keep stroking my three and a half inch boner, my eyes glued to the screen, transfixed by the sight of her deepthroating him. Her mouth works expertly, taking him deep, and I can almost taste the salty-sweet mix of their passion. Saliva drips down her chin, wetting her neck, and I imagine licking it off, tasting her, tasting their intimacy.
My dick throbs painfully in my hand, the contrast of its tiny size against his thick length a constant reminder of my place. I’m aching to be used, to feel the raw, primal power of a real man’s cock, but I know my role is to watch, to serve, and to beg.
“Please, Sue,” I whisper, my voice hoarse with need, “humiliate me more. Make me your little slut. I want to feel your control, your dominance.” I stroke harder, my hand moving in a frantic rhythm, desperate for release, yet afraid to find it without her permission.
She moans loudly, a deep, guttural sound that vibrates through the screen, and her eyes lock with mine. It’s a merciless tease, a promise of more to come, and I’m helpless to resist. Her gaze is a command, a demand for my submission, and I surrender, my body trembling with anticipation.
“You want it, don’t you, pet?” Sue purrs, her voice a seductive purr that sends shivers down my spine. “You want to be my little cuck whore, don’t you? To take every humiliation I give, and love it.”
“Yes, Mistress,” I respond, my voice breaking, “I do. I crave it. I need you to own me, to make me feel small, insignificant. It’s the only way I can truly serve you.”
Her grip on his cock tightens, and she rides him harder, her dripping wet pussy a testament to her desire. The sound of their bodies slapping together fills the room, a primitive rhythm that echoes in my mind. I imagine the feel of her pussy, the heat, the tightness, and I’m lost in a sea of desire, my cock pulsing with each stroke.
“You’re so pathetic,” Sue teases, her words a sweet torture, “stroking that pathetic babydick of yours. It’s not even worth mentioning, is it? You’re nothing but a toy, a plaything for me to use and abuse.”
I moan, a sound of both pleasure and pain, and I beg silently, my eyes pleading with her. “Please, Mistress, I need your approval. I need to feel your power. Make me yours, completely.”
Sue smiles, a seductive, cruel smile, and I can almost taste her victory. “Oh, you’ll be mine, pet. You’ll belong to me body and soul. But first, you must earn it. Keep stroking, and when I’m done with this cock, I’ll decide your fate. Maybe I’ll let you cum, maybe I’ll make you suffer. It’s all up to me.”
I nod, my throat tight, my body trembling with the force of my desire and submission. I stroke faster, my hand a blur, my cock throbbing painfully, aching for release, yet I know my pleasure is not my own. It belongs to her, and I’m grateful for the chance to serve her, to be used and abused as she sees fit.
As I continue to stroke, my vision blurs with desire and humiliation. I see her, not just in the video, but in my mind, a vision of pure erotic dominance. She’s a goddess, a queen, and I’m her loyal, submissive servant, worshipping her from afar.
And still, the video plays on, a private show just for me, a window into her wild, untamed desires. I watch, transfixed, as she takes him deeper, her throat working, her eyes closed in pleasure. I imagine the feel of her mouth, the warmth, the wetness, and I’m lost, consumed by this erotic humiliation, this cuckold’s paradise.
Her eyes snap open again, locking onto the camera with that wicked gleam, and she pulls off his cock with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his glistening shaft. She shifts her position, swinging one leg over him, her naked body glistening with sweat under the dim club lights. Her curvy hips sway as she positions herself above him, her dripping wet pussy hovering just inches from his thick, throbbing cock. I can see every detail through the live feed—her swollen lips parted, slick with arousal, begging to be filled.
She lowers herself slowly at first, teasing both him and me, the head of his cock nudging against her entrance. A low moan escapes her lips, and she sinks, taking him inch by inch until her ass rests against his thighs. Fuck, she’s so full, her pussy stretching around his ample girth, the way it grips him tight and shiny with her juices. She starts riding him harder now, her breasts bouncing with each thrust, nipples hard and begging for attention. The slap of skin on skin echoes through the phone speaker, mixed with her breathy gasps and his grunts.
My tiny dick throbs painfully in my hand, the pathetic little thing leaking pre-cum onto my fingers. It’s nothing compared to what he’s giving her, three and a half inches, and useless compared to his veiny monster buried deep inside her. I ache to touch it more, to stroke until I explode, but I freeze, my hand hovering, waiting for her command. The humiliation burns hot in my chest, a twisted mix of jealousy and lust that makes my balls tighten. She’s mine, but not tonight, not like this. And God, I love it, the way she’s owning me from across the city, turning me into her desperate voyeur.
In my mind, I beg her silently, my lips moving without sound. ‘Please, Sue, humiliate me more. Tell me how small I am, how he fills you like I never could. Make me your cuckold slave.’
My heart pounds. I love her wild spirit, I feel shame at my inadequacy, and a raw need to submit entirely to her control. She’s the center of my world, this confident goddess with her seductive smile, and I’m just the insecure man at home, jerking to her betrayal.
She leans back, her hands on his knees for leverage, riding him with urgent rolls of her hips. Her pussy lips cling to his shaft as she lifts and slams down, juices coating his balls with every descent.
“Look at this, baby,” she says directly to the camera, her voice husky and cruel, laced with that dominant edge I crave. “He’s so deep inside me, stretching my tight pussy just right. You could never do this, could you? Your babydick wouldn’t even tickle me.” She laughs, a throaty sound that sends a jolt straight to my core, her eyes never leaving the lens.
I whimper, my hand trembling as I finally wrap it around my tiny cock again, stroking lightly, afraid to go too far without permission. Her words cut deep, exposing my insecurities, but they also ignite this fire, making me feel alive in my submission. She’s exhibiting us both, putting on this show for the world, but really just for me, her phone our twisted lifeline.
“I’m gonna let him cum inside me,” she teases, her pace quickening, body arching as she grinds her clit against his base. “Fill me up with his hot load, breed this pussy you can’t satisfy. And you’ll watch every second, won’t you, pet? You’ll stroke that worthless babydick and thank me for it.”
Her words are a promise, a filthy vow that makes my throat tighten with need. I can see her walls clenching around him, her arousal dripping down his length, the scent of sex almost palpable even through the screen.
Tears of frustrated desire prick my eyes as I stay frozen for a moment, then stroke faster, my small dick pulsing in my grip. The humiliation washes over me like a wave. I’m trapped here, alone, while she gets railed by a real man. But it’s intoxicating, this phone voyeurism, her voice in my ear like dirty whispers during our most intimate moments.
I nod at the screen, saying, “Yes, Mistress, please show me,” my body tense, waiting for that final moment, the one where his cum leaks from her well-fucked pussy.
She moans louder, her head thrown back, curvy body undulating as she chases her peak. His hands grip her hips, guiding her down harder, and I hear him groan, the sound of impending release. My strokes match her rhythm, frantic and desperate, but I hold back, savoring the ache, the emotional surrender. She’s in complete control, her wild night a chain around my soul, pulling me deeper into this cuckold bliss. The video shakes slightly as she adjusts the phone, angling it to capture the penetration, her wet folds swallowing him whole.
“Get ready, cuck,” Sue pants, her seductive smile flashing through the pleasure. “This is what a real fucking looks like.”
Her pussy quivers visibly, and I know it’s coming. The flood of his jizz, the ultimate humiliation I’ll replay in my mind for nights to come. My tiny dick weeps pre-cum, throbbing with denied ecstasy, as I watch, utterly hers.
Her pussy clenches around his thick cock one last time, and I see it, the moment he unloads. His body tenses beneath her, hips bucking up hard as ropes of hot cum shoot deep inside her. She gasps, her lips parting in a wide, ecstatic ‘O’, eyes fluttering half-shut while she grinds down, milking every drop from him.
The live feed captures it all: her swollen pussy lips gripping his shaft, the subtle pulse as his seed fills her up, stretching her walls with his warmth. Fuck, it’s so raw, so real, her juices mixing with his load, a creamy mess starting to seep out around where they’re joined.
Her moans turn into raw, guttural cries, dripping with pure, unfiltered pleasure that echoes through my phone speaker like a siren’s call. “Oh god, yes! Fill me, you stud… Pump that cum deep!” Sue screams, her voice breaking on the edges, body shuddering as waves of her own orgasm crash over her.
I can almost feel the heat radiating from the screen, the slick sounds of her riding out the aftershocks, her curvy ass flexing with each roll of her hips. Cum begins to slide from her, a thick white trickle escaping her pussy, coating his balls, and dripping down to the seat below. The sight hits me like a punch—my Sue, my goddess, creampied by a stranger, her dominant confidence shining through every quiver of her flesh.
My hand trembles on my tiny dick, fingers slick with my own pre-cum as I stroke faster, the pathetic length twitching desperately in my grip. I ache for her touch, to bury my face between her thighs and lap up that mess, but I’m stuck here, alone in the dim living room, the air thick with my frustrated sweat.
I feel jealousy twisting like a knife in my gut, love for her wild abandon swelling in my chest, and this humiliating lust that makes my balls ache. She’s owning me, piece by piece, through this phone voyeurism, turning our marriage into her personal cuckold playground. I want to text her, beg out loud, but I stay silent, my submission a vow I can’t break.
She lifts off him slowly, his softening cock slipping free with a wet schlick, more cum gushing out of her well-fucked pussy. It spills down her inner thighs in lazy rivulets, shiny and obscene under the club lights. She angles the phone lower, giving me a close-up of her ruined hole—puffy, red, and leaking his load steadily.
“Look at this, baby,” Sue purrs, her voice husky from screaming, that seductive smile curling her lips as she spreads her legs wider for the camera. “His hot cum, all deep in my pussy. So much thicker than yours, isn’t it? I know your little balls can’t even produce this much.”
Her words slice through me, cruel and teasing, igniting the erotic humiliation I crave. She dips two fingers into the mess, scooping up a glob of his seed mixed with her arousal, and holds it up to the lens, letting it drip slowly. The exhibitionism of it all—her showing off her creampie to the world, but really just to me—makes my heart race, my strokes turning frantic.
I beg silently, my mind a whirlwind of pleas: “Please, Sue, let me taste it. Let me clean you up, prove I’m your devoted cuck.”
The thought of kneeling before her, tongue delving into that dripping pussy, lapping up another man’s cum while she laughs at my tiny cock—it’s intoxicating. My free hand clenches the couch cushion, nails digging in as I fight the urge to cum too soon. She’s not just fucking him, she’s rewriting our dynamic, pulling me deeper into this submissive haze where her pleasure is my everything. Tears blur my vision, not from pain but from the overwhelming need to surrender completely, to be her humiliated pet across the miles.
She chuckles low, wiping her fingers on her thigh, smearing the cum higher up her skin. “You wish you were here, don’t you? On your knees, tongue out like a good boy, cleaning his mess from my slutty pussy.”
Her eyes lock on the camera again, that dominant gleam piercing through the screen, making me feel exposed, seen in my vulnerability. She shifts, turning slightly to show the trail of cum snaking down her leg, her curvy body still flushed and glistening.
The phone sex vibe intensifies as she whispers filthy promises, “Maybe next time I’ll make you watch in person, tied up while he breeds me. Would that make your worthless babydick hard?” Her laughter rings out, mixing with the distant thump of club music, and I nod frantically at the empty air, stroking my tiny dick with short, urgent pumps.
The video feed shakes as she stands, his cum still oozing from her, pooling at her feet. She blows a kiss to the camera, her breasts heaving with each breath, nipples pebbled from the cool air or lingering arousal.
“Don’t cum yet, cuck. I want you to edge for me all night.”
The command sends a shiver down my spine, my hand slowing just enough to obey, the ache building to a fever pitch. Inside, I’m a storm—adoration for her confidence, shame at my inadequacy, raw horniness that has me leaking steadily. She’s in control, her girls’ night a gateway to this twisted bliss, and I hang on every pixel, every moan, desperate for the next tease.
But she doesn’t end the call yet. Instead, she pans the camera around, showing glimpses of the club—sweaty bodies dancing, her friends cheering her on from afar. Then back to her face, wicked and satisfied.
“More coming soon, pet. Keep that phone close.”
The screen goes dark for a second, then buzzes with a still photo: a close-up of her pussy, lips spread by her fingers, his cum bubbling out invitingly. My breath hitches, hand resuming its rhythm, the humiliation fueling my fire. What else will she send? The anticipation coils tight in my gut, leaving me stroking in the silence, utterly enslaved.
To Be Continued…
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