Heroics of a Korean Slut - Cucking a sub with their Dom (#4 - Pt1)

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This is fourth installment of my mini series of true (but artistically recounted) sexual adventures with my friends. I’m a diagnosed Nymphomaniac (sex addiction & inability to properly manage desires), but thankfully my friends throughout life are well aware and insanely supportive of my more extreme lifestyle choices.

Okay to start off with the most important part, my make & manufacturing information; I’m a 25 year old pansexual (I like who I like) Korean Canadian girl. I’m 5’6, with decently plump and perky tits (if I may say so myself), my eyes are softish brown, and I’ve got mid to longish black hair that cuts right around the square of my back. I’m definitely flirting with petite, but I am very well toned and fit as I spent the last decade or so of my life playing competitive & varisty Uni Volleyball (lebarro cause I'm talented).

Anyhoo, today’s story starts off with one of my oldest friends and her partner. We’ll call my friend Arina, Ari for short, and her boyfriend, now husband, Grant. Growing up, I was inseparable with Arina, we went through life together and even went to the same university so obviously I’m very protective of my girl. She met Grant in 1st year and they were a package deal from that point on, if Ari was coming so was Grant. So here’s the thing, I don’t dislike Grant, but we don’t get along perfectly. We’re both very sarcastic and snarky to each other, and I find he’s a little possessive of Ari. So whenever we hangout the three of us, which is every time I hang out with Arina, I make sure Grant feels like a third wheel to his own girlfriend. I took great pride in finding tiny ways to cut him out of things, and I would always flirt with Arina in front of him just to piss him off - once I kissed her in front of him just cause tf was he going to do about it. It was a wonderful situation where I could be as mean as I want, and Arina would moderate anything Grant would do.

Anyway, in one of my many attempts to make Grant uncomfortable, I decided over lunch to chat In great detail about sex, BDSM, polyamory, kink play. I knew growing up Arina and I were both kinky, but Grant is a very straight arrow vanilla guy, so I figured it was a good way of cutting him out entirely. To my surprise, I actually found out that both Grant & Arina are into BDSM, and even have a D/s dynamic. I must have said I was astonished that Grant was a dom 100 times, to which Arina swears he’s incredible. Well at that comment I laughed pretty heavily, and that’s very clearly rubbed Grant the wrong way. In a bit of a huff, he came at me for constantly attempting to belittle him or that I’m trying to drive wedges between him and Ari (which of course I am but that’s irrelevant). Tensions cooled a bit, and to extend an olive branch, I told Grant about my Nymphomania and some of the struggles and weird kinks that come from that. With absolute no prompting, Arina offered up that she’s really into cuck threesomes, which surprised me until she clarified she liked watching, not cucking others which made more sense. Some more senseless chatting on that occurred, and I continued to poke at Grant, pestering him since he didn’t seem as on board with threesomes or fucking someone in front of Arina.

Which is where this story really kicks off, I made a perhaps in poor taste joke about Grants manliness, and I’m not surprised in the slightest he didn’t think he could have a threesome. Getting rather annoyed again, Grant made a number of petty remarks to me until Arina shut us both up with an idea. Chatting about how awkward threesomes are where someone just wants to watch, Arina said what if the three of us tried it. Grant immediately dismissed the idea, and while I wasn’t on board either, I took the opposing side just to be petty right back to him. I continued to taunt him, but truly sympathize with him since it would be so difficult for a mediocre dom to handle two girls at once. To my surprise and a little worry, my pestering actually pushed him to the point of saying fine to having a three way with me.

From the lunch place we headed back to there apartment, but rather quiet, all three of us clearly seeing how far this was going. Getting there, the two did their usual in the apartment, until Ari rounded the corner with a big ass basket of sex toys and other equipment. I was a little taken aback, and started nosing through their collection, which was actually fairly robust. Arina happily piped up, turning to Grant and asking if he needed time to plan a scene, was gonna wing it, or smtn of the two. With a bit of nervous groan, Grant piped up with “are we really doing this?” Arina smiled back at him, and just said, “I want to, but we don’t have to if you don’t wanna.” With a reluctant exhale, he just looked a little coldly at me and said, alright then.

Grant wandered off for a bit, and Ari & I took a tour of her toy chest, to which I was learning quite a bit more about my dear, apparently slutty, friend. A few minutes later, Grant came back in the room with a few things and a collar, like a well organized routine, Ari without words got up from the table and dropped to her knees in front of him. He clicked the collar on, and Ari began stripping as she walked to the bedroom. I sat there for a few seconds, still processing that mental image of my no-nonsense, straight forward, proud and confident childhood friend submissively allowing herself to be collared. A few moments later and Grant came back in with a significantly less nice collar, and gestured to me. I snorted, and just said “there’s no way in hell I’m letting you collar me. Grant just sighed heavily and groaned that I was going to be difficult about everything. He briefly went over some of their limits and safe words and everything one must know before bdsm play, then he walked off to the bedroom.

I guess it was my time to join them too, so I got up and headed to the room, and took in the sight of my childhood best friend, standing completely naked except for a collar. I took a deep breath and realized that this is actually happening, and waited to see what the pair of them were going to do. Grant looked over at Ari, snapped his fingers and held it up high above her, like someone with a treat for a dog. Ari moved to Grant and dropped to her knees in front of him, looking at me in the corner of the room, Grant cleared his throat and looked down to say to Ari, “get to work and prove to me your worth more than last time.” My first thought was oh hell no, but then it followed to be OH HELL NO as Ari with a smile, reached out to his pants, pulled his fly and button down and eagerly started sucking his cock. Now here’s the bigger problem I encountered in this event, I really just don’t like Grant very much, but oh my fucking god he had maybe one of the longest, thickest, grittiest, most monstrously beautiful dicks I’ve ever seen (and I’ve seen a lot).

Skipping any semblance of starting off slow, Ari on her knees in front of Grant was just fucking inhaling the thing. Pulling the back of her head further on to his cock, grant then shifted his gaze to me, and made two click sounds with the side of his mouth and gestured for me to drop to my knees beside Ari. I couldn’t have snorted more disrespectfully if I had practiced. Looking at me, Grant simply sighed and said, “I mean if you’re just gonna voyeur over there that’s fine too.” Reluctantly and of my own choice, I shuffled over towards him and Ari, but rather than dropping to my knees, I walked a few steps to him and lightly pressed on his chest to get him to sit on the bed. Following my direction, I slowly slid down to the edge of the bed, and softly and delicately flicked his cock with my tongue. He jumped and tensed at the sensation, a tip tapped my fingers across and up his leg and caused him to shiver and twitch slightly. Sliding my fingers all the way up, I wrapped them softly across his cock, and felt it twitch and pulse with warmth and excitement. Taking a moment to appreciate his dick, I mentally noted there’s just no way in hell this thing is getting fully inside me from any hole. Squeezing ever so slightly and watching him squirm, I looked up at him and said “you want me to blow you, I’d love to but you’ve gotta ask politely.” Clearly thrown off his game a tiny bit, Grant just stared back as his expression started to stiffen. Arina slowly knelt to the side of Grant & I, hyper fixated on the tension.

I waited patiently for the little boy pretending to be a dom to ask the tiny little Asian girl to suck him off. That feeling of power was short lived however, as a swinging hand in my hair propelled my head forward and down to his cock. I kept my lips shut, so Grant pulled slightly harder and harder until I relented and slipped my lips on to his tip. Beginning my rhythm, I started working the head of his dick but was continually being pressed down by Grants hand to go further and further on to his cock. Fighting to fully come all the way off it, I withdrew his dick from my mouth and stared coldly at him. Firmly I barked, “I’m more than capable of directing the pace on my own.” Looking back at me and leaning up to get some height over me, Grant coldly looked and said, “that’s great for you” and promptly slapped me clean across the cheek. To be honest I was pretty stunned by it, and in my brief calibration, Grant had begun guiding my lips back down on to his cock. Reluctantly allowing the head to pass through my lips, I began slobbering down on his behemoth. After a few minutes, he wouldn’t stop pushing my head down with his hand, so I dragged my teeth every so slightly across his shaft, and he barked, “Emma this is the one thing you’re good at in life, take some more pride in your performance.” Shooting up and staring an icy glare at him, Grant simply sighed and lifted me off him.

Then in a move I hadn’t predicted, he grabbed me and spun me up and around on to the bed. Arina watching from the side as the world’s most combative blow job took place, looked at Grant as he moved me. Then, Ari crawled over the edge of the bed, laying kisses across my leg, moved in to give my pussy a few good licks. Grant pat Arina’s head as she ate me out, and snidely said “thank you so much for prepping the new holes you brought me my dear.” I flicked my head up astonished to hear it, but Ari just continued wetting my pussy while beaming with pride. Grant then grabbed Ari’s hair and pulled her off me, pushing her off to the side to spectate once more. Then with no ceremony or warning, Grant lined up and plunged the tip of his monster into my hole. Immediately it was obvious there was a size mismatch, as Grant desperately tried to bury more of his shaft inside. Eventually, he made some progress and was able to cleanly slide in & out, but with little passion. Ari sat transfixed, hyper focused on every movement her boyfriend was making to defile her friend.

Grant pulled out from me, then took my hips and swiveled me around to get a better angle. Not only was the angle better for him plunging deeper into my pussy, but it also gave me the ability to gyrate a bit on him. With every stab in, I started milking him back, letting the walls of my vagina massage his every stroke, as his monster stretched me out. He pumped into me for a solid minute more before he almost in a panic, pulled his cock from me and unloaded gushes of his cum on to my lower back. Breathing heavily, Ari had moved to grab hold of his dick, and like a fire house was aiming the spurts of cum on to me for him. I laughed loudly and with no remorse, turning my head backwards and taunting him by saying “wow, that may have been the best 4 minutes of doming I’ve ever experienced.” Regathering his composure, he moved to the dresser and returned right back to me, and promptly instructed Arina to rub the cum into my skin like lotion. Before I could even object Arina had already started with glee.

Once she was satisfied with her lathering, Arina began licking and suckling the remaining cum straight off her fingers. Seeing her naked and so completely unrecognizable from the girl I figured I knew 100%, I decided I wanted to experience a moment with her, and slid my hands up her body to start making out with her. I was surprised to say she was hesitant at first, but eventually the passion started to build, and hands began to wander. While we were making out, my hands started tracing her breasts, and caressing her curves. Grant getting up from his sad little cuck chair in corner walked in, grabbed Ari and laid her on her back on the bed. Once more I was shocked at seeing this side of her, as the second she was laid flat, her legs raised and parted, presenting herself to Grant. Grant slipped his tongue down, teasing her a bit, then promptly slid in a silver T of some kind, but Arina’s whining and whimpers told me there’s more to the story. Seeing the confusion on my face, Arina explained “it’s a clit vibrator that’s way way too strong, so we use it more like a pussy shock collar than for pleasure.” So once again, Grant is subjecting our wonderful flower child Arina to essentially Chastity, so clearly once more I’m the hero of this story. Thinking I’d press my luck, I slinked back over to Ari, and began peppering her with kisses. Grant just stood there and watched my act of rebellion. Everything was fine until Ari’s hand began squeezing my ass slightly, and off to the ground Ari went, seizing in a mix of pleasure and pain. After a moment, Ari whined it’s not fair that she has to wear it, and I decided to agree. Turning and looking right at Ari, cutting out the middle MAN once again, I told her I would take the vibrator if someone HAD to wear it. Grant chuckled and Ari beamed, so from one vagina to the other, the incredibly strange T bar vibrator slipped comfortably in.

Within a second I regretted everything. What satan spawn design this thing, I’m convinced this could get a dead body to cum, the sheer vibrational force would traverse the heavens. I writhed and writhed while Grant laughed, until I summoned enough strength of will and pussy, and played off the vibrations like they weren’t shit. Unfortunately for me, there were multiple power levels and back to writhing for ya girl. He clicked it, bumped the power once or twice, and simply set the remote down on the table for a while.

After a while longer of torment, Grant grabbed the remote, and walked right up to me and looked down, then he bumped it to the max setting which was just too much for me. I couldn’t take it, and lunged to pull it out of me, and of course Grant simply held my arm and pinned me. I was no joke screaming at this point, seriously considering using the safe words, like genuinely the best way to describe it is a constant never ending failed orgasm. Grant stared down at me and simply said, “if you want it to stop, just ask nicely”. With nothing but pure hate in my heart, I strung together the most sincere and polite request I could, I believe it was something along the line of, I’m going to shove this up your ass. Still laughing at me, he placed a hard slap on my thigh and reflexively I opened up. Trying to claw a hand down to pull it out, Grant kept my arm pinned and started playing with my folds, swiping them around and prodding, until he finally snagged my clit and pinched it hard.

I shook and hissed, but the more I bitched the harder he squeezed. Finally I screamed, “for fucks sake take the fucking thing out.” He stared down at me and patronized me by saying, “awww, is it too much for the whore. Honestly count me surprised ur not better at this with your history.” In my hurricane of pain and humiliation and torment, on the door step of tears, i didn’t want to use the safe word cause he’d ridicule me for it, but I genuinely had no other option. Until, Grant made the choice himself, pulling the vibrator out and immediately swapping it with his recharged and eager dick. Punching in, he slid a hand down to pull my pussy lips open more, and I simply just laid there while he explored me for a bit. Then unceremoniously he started thrusting fast and hard. And kept getting harder and harder to the point I was slapped and thrown into him as he power drived in.

He kept going, harder and faster than before, and already lasting longer than last time. Eventually, I felt my body move violently as his arm lurched up further on my body as he scooped me up. Pulling me closer in to his chest, he lined his cock upwards and began thrusting, and I won’t lie it was hitting a wonderful spot. I lost my self in some moans and lust, but eventually Ari caught my eye, as she obediently stayed put on her knees, although they were now split open from her working on herself as she watched us fuck. Ari was perhaps moaning the loudest in the room, occasionally offering Grant some loving words of encouragement like, “that’s it baby, ruin her perfect little pussy” (thanks Ari 😘). I’d never seen her anything like this before, so lustful but terrifyingly obedient too.

Grant was hyper focused on me however, genuinely bruising me a bit as he smashed into my poor, perfect little pussy. He then laboriously carried me to the wall and promptly pressed me up against. Settling his grip, he used the support as justification to really follow through on his thrusts and… ow. After he found his proper footing, he snapped his fingers and pointed to the empty space right beside us. Quickly Ari crawled over on all fours, and kneeled beside us, essentially face to face with her boyfriend’s cock rearranging my organs. Grant continued to fuck me up against the wall, until he freed one hand and pressed me even harder into the wall to keep me up. With his spare hand, Grant grabbed my face and looked at me intensely. Continuing to hammer his cock into my abused pussy, he grabbed my chin and turned my face to look at Arina. Then as we made eye contact, he worked up his voice and almost growled, “whose meat is that.” He kept smashing into me as I dazedly processed what he was asking. Bringing a slap across my cheek, I sobered up fairly quickly as he yelled again, “whose fucking bitch is that??

I sarcastically prodded at him once more, brattily saying, “just because you’re yelling it doesn’t make it true..”. Without hesitation he slapped me again, this time harder than before. This actually shocked me a little bit, and my surprise was evident on my face. Looking straight at me as he jackhammers his dick into my sore ass vagina, he looked right at me and spat in my face. Closing my eyes to avoid getting spit in my eye, I didn’t see as he brought in another quick slap, flicking my face the other direction.

I was almost whimpering now, I winced as I heard him take a large breath in, assuming another hit was coming, but instead, he calmly said, “tell me who this worthless breeding cow belongs to”. I considered if I should stand my ground and brat at him more, but ultimately I decided to quietly say “how can a sub as good as her ever belong to such a half assed fake dom like you….”. He quickly cut me off by cocking his slap once more, until I followed up with, “Ok ok okkkkkk wait wait, I’m sorry, she’s yours”. He cracked a wicked and frankly unforgettable smirk, and then proceeded to deliver the slap across my face. I stared back stunned and confused, I did what he wanted, which he responded with, “anymore bratting or whining and you’ll keep receiving my lessons.”

Throwing his hands up and onto my back, he picked me up once more, and laid me at the front of the bed. He laid my body down and then whistled for Arina to crawl over. Coming up right beside me, I got the obvious look of empathy at the redness of my cheeks, then Grant placed his hands around my lower waist and picked me up and guided me back onto his cock in missionary. He started ramming himself back in, and stared down at my body as he crammed himself in there. After a few intestinal reshaping thrusts, he looked down at me and coyly said “and who does this pathetic excuse for a sex toy belong to?”

Without fully learning my lesson, I snarked out at him, “she belongs to someone who doesn’t bust in less than 5 minutes.”. Arina widened her eyes that I was still being a brat with him, Grant however seemed to smirk even harder for the challenge, and promptly spat down straight onto my face. Exhaling heavily, I went to reach to wipe the spit from my face, and suddenly was yanked upwards. Grant had a fist full of my hair and was using it to pull me up and off the bed slightly, only really anchored or supported by his cock fully speared into me. Screaming out from the pain, I kept saying ow ow ow and in response he thrust even harder in. Getting to the point of almost unbearable pain, I debated using the safe word again but held back since my bratting got me here in the first place. With no other choice, I screamed out to him, “you youu youuuuhyourh, you own me right now.”

Dropping his wad of hair, my back bounded straight back down onto the bed, as he put his lands on sides and leaned down to whisper to me. Far quieter and calmer now, he got within a breath of me, and softly said “let’s try again, who does she belong to.” Turning my gaze to Arina, and then looking away, I quietly murmured, “she belongs to you….” With a warmth from completely nowhere, he smiled and brightly said, “that’s right, well done, that was exactly what I wanted to hear from you. And now let’s see if you’re actually trainable and worth some care and attention, or if you really are just an actually a used up and impressively easy nympho.”

He got pressed right up to my ear, and seductively whispered, “and again, who do you belong to..?” I whimpered and tossed & turned my gaze from side to side a few times, a new redness blooming in my cheeks, this time however it was from un-fucking-believable levels of embarrassment. Quietly I stared off to the side and defeatedly murmured out that I belonged to him - until he cut me off, and dragged his hand to my jaw to fix my gaze to his. I blushed so much fucking harder, whimpering like a child who’d rather die than do something. Until eventually, I worked up enough vocal cord to choke out, “I ugh, I’m glad you’ve got more than 5 minutes in you”.

Grant paused for a moment, rolling his eyes; then thrusting again and shaking my whole body as he quietly slipped a finger further down. Slamming his cock roughly into me, I winced and shuffled uncomfortably as he tore deeper into what already felt like the max width and volume of my poor vagina. Grant pulled himself out of my beaten tunnel, and shifted his waist to point at Ari, who seemingly well practiced on the queues, was ready and jumped to slobber heavily on his cock. She drenched his dick with juices and slobber, and he put a hand on her forehead and pulled his dick out her throat like a knight pulling its sword from a sheath. The confident, prideful, no nonsense girl who I wouldn’t change a thing about, on her knees looking up at Grant, quietly and timidly said “is it wet enough sir?”.

Grant responded, sounding almost annoyed, with “yes you did fine you needy whore”, and immediately turned back to plowing my worn out cunt. Letting out a small gasp, my attitude changed quickly to a brewing rage, rage for how my wonderful Ari’s has become this beaten and oppressed puppy. With a snort I joked at Grant, “Sir. Really? You have her call you Sir, that’s just a tiny bit sad.” Grant just began his thrusting once more and looked down to me and said, “well you can call me sir, or master, or I would even allow Daddy, but you either address me with respect or keep your cum dump quiet.” Laughing at him, I responded with “there’s not a chance in hell I’m calling you anything other than a bad dom lol.”

In an instant Grant pulled out and started to spin me, just rotating on my back, Grant was now towering over me, shaft hanging above me and casting a shadow down. Taking a deep breath, he calmly said, “pick one, or I can give you some more time to think on it.” I sharply responded with, “it’s not a matter of time it’s a matter of the man.”
Without another word he placed both his monstrous hands on my head, titled it back and pressed his cock to my lips. Pulling on my hair a bit tighter now, I reluctantly allowed his shaft to slip past my lips, and he wasted little to no time thrusting. Quite literally skull fucking me, he continued to jam his cock straight down my level throat, attempting to inch more of his Goliath into my respiratory system. As his thrusting got wilder, the tiny problem of air started becoming a concern. Starting to flail my limbs a bit, Grant unceremoniously extracted his member from my throat, pulling with it strings of spit and precum. Taking one massive inhale, Grant wasted no time re launching his skull fucking expedition, until he dragged me slightly off the bed, and started plunging down his cock on an angle. Sliding through my gag reflex entirely, and filling every available space in my throat with his dick, I started choking hard on his cock. My makeup was done for, as black tears started streaming down my face as I literally suffocated on penis. Once more he drew out of my throat pussy and I gasped and inhaled all the air I could get before he reinserted.

He continued to fuck my throat to the point of tears, another 7-8 times before crouched down beside me, and gently asked, “have you had some time to reconsider your issues with respect??”. At this point I was fucking broken, not because I felt dominated but his genuine torture methods took their toll. Sounding more defeated than I’d like to admit, I simply said, “yes sir…”.

If you got this far, thank you so so much for reading it, means the world!

This is part 1 of 2, and 2 should already be posted, love you all byeeeeee