bliss lane
@theartofmadeline
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
titsay
Cosmic Funnies
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
almost home
Fai_Ryy
No title available
I'd rather be in outer space đ¸
đŞź
Cosimo Galluzzi
No title available
Aqua Utopiaď˝ćľˇăŽĺşă§č¨ćśăç´Ąă
ellievsbear
macklin celebrini has autism
hello vonnie
todays bird
Mike Driver
No title available
seen from Germany
seen from Argentina
seen from T1
seen from Pakistan
seen from Brazil
seen from United States
seen from TĂźrkiye
seen from Russia
seen from India
seen from United States
seen from Latvia
seen from United States
seen from Netherlands
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Netherlands
seen from Congo - Brazzaville
seen from TĂźrkiye
seen from Pakistan
@master4betas
When a weak, inferior beta witnesses his girl kissing a superior alpha, he canât deny the beauty of them as a couple or that it all looks so natural, so right, much more so than the awkward moments of physical intimacy he has shared with her. Itâs abundantly clear that she belongs with him, so the only thing he can do, the right thing to do, is surrender her to him.
When she tried to resist, but ultimately succumbed to his advances. She melted in his powerful embrace, somehow being aggressive and forceful, but also gentle at the same time. His scent, his height, his tight, fit body drawing her in, her resistance quickly faded. She closes her eyes, his kisses feel so good⌠itâs that moment, just before she turns her face towards his, when their lips will meet, and she will be his. Thatâs the moment you know youâre about to cuckolded.
Back in my days as a personal trainer, i knew I could have any one of my clients at any time. As their trainer, I was already in a position of authority over them, telling them what to do, while they happily complied. I was also in close physical proximity, my trainer status making it acceptable to break the physical boundaries that would otherwise be unacceptable. It gave me a license, a valid reason to stand over them, to touch them.
When they would bend over to pick up weights or do squats or stretches lowering themselves beneath me, I always felt a rush of power, with the certainty that I could easily have them, whether they were single or engaged or married, whether she was happily married or not, even if they were madly in love. Strong physical desire can take control and overcome all that.
Many times, the boyfriend, fiancee or husband was right there, witnessing it, seeing how she flaunted herself, whether consciously or unconsciously, making it clear she was mine for the taking. And when he sees me checking her out, he says nothing, not acknowledging my hungry, predatory look, pretending not to notice. Why? Because heâs intimidated by me. He knows heâs weaker, less of a man, and u able to compete. Thatâs my momentâŚ
Thatâs when I will make my move, touch her, caress her. That first touch is a magical thing. She closes her eyes, sighs, lets out a soft but audible moan to make it clear she wants me to keep going. To make clear she wants me. And her pathetic excuse for a man whoâs still watching? Yes, she looks directly at him. Not asking for permission, but just to confirm that he isnât going to do a thing to stop it from happening. Daring him to try. Itâs his last chance, and my friends, you all know what heâll do. Nothing.
What I do next is up to me. Most times, I will let my hands wander, caressing and kneading her breasts, lean forward and kiss her, and then, when Iâm ready, Iâll walk over to him, backing him up and out of the room, closing the door before returning to her and proceeding to give her what she needs. What he canât. While he waits outside the door, listening, usually crying, weeping, sobbing, and pathetically masturbating. You see, thatâs what pathetic beta males do after they surrender their women to me. They canât help themselves, just as alpha males like me canât help themselves from taking what they want, and unsatisfied women canât help themselves from succumbing to me. No one is to blame. Itâs just our human nature taking over.
The curt smile on your wifeâs face, the sneer on her dateâs face, his arm possessively around her, holding her tight, and her hand placed lightly on him. They look at you with a mocking pity that kills you inside as you take the hem of your dress and curtsy, and say with a quivering voice âhave a nice evening,â.
âOh, donât you worry, we will-â your wife says, âbut you should really be focused on your chores⌠make sure you get them all done and get yourself into your nightie and in bed by your bedtime- donât disappoint me and make me have to punish you again, okay?â
You assure her you will do a good job and close the door behind themâŚ
âExcuse me?â I said, shocked at how forward and assertive she was. After all, she was a middle aged, married, suburban woman, and I was just the hired help⌠at first I didnât really even notice it, but hey, she was really hot, in a milfy kinda way⌠and then I looked down and noticed that cleavage, those sexy stockings showing below her short skirt⌠had she hiked it up for me? Even her heels were high and sexy⌠yeah, I thought, I could go for her⌠so I did what she said, and showed her my cock- I didnât take it out, just pressed my pants tight with my hand so she could see the outline of it. Then, with a sly smile, I told her if she wanted a better view, sheâd have to show me to her bedroom.
She looked up at me with a reaction I can only describe as⌠hungry. âRight this way,â she replied, turned and started walking. The click of her heels and sway of her hips was mesmerizing as she led me to the bedroom with urgency and purpose. Once in the bedroom, she turned around, reached her arms up around my neck and we kissed deeply, both our hands roaming, exploring, kneading, caressing. I threw her in the bed then, and reached my hand up under her skirt, feeling her wetness as she moaned with an aching need, and just as I was about to yank that skirt off, I heard the door open behind me.
Her husband was standing there, with this dumb look on his face- he was confused, blushing and looked like he might cry. I paused in that awkward moment, and she said âdonât worry about him, itâs just my husband⌠my pathetic, worthless, stupid husband⌠heâs not a man, and he knows it,â then she told him to get out and close the door behind him. He bowed his head and meekly turned and walked away, closing the door behind him as she demanded.
We fucked for about an hour, and then we got dressed and she walked me to the door, right past him. We kissed, and made a date for that weekend. Seems I have a new girl in my life, and a new cuck.
I can always tell a hot, sweet and unsatisfied wife. The way she looks at me, how she moves and speaks. I always know when to get her alone, to approach her slowly and deliberately, giving her the opportunity to walk away or tell me to back off. They never do. I never stop until Iâm there, up against her, backed her up against the wall, feeling my presence, taking in my scent. Sheâs not used to a real man. A forceful, confident man. A man with a hard body and a big thick cock. Sheâs used to her pathetic white wimpy hubby, used to pushing him around and being in charge, but I know what she needs, what she craves- a man to take charge, make her feel small and weak and vulnerable, make her feel feminine. A man whoâll take her and have his way with her, and bring her the physical ecstasy sheâs missing in her life.
When she looks up at me, I can see thereâs some trepidation, some fear, but mostly, I see her desire.
By the time her wimp pussy of a hubby shows up, sheâs already beneath me, already mine. Hubbies never object, never try to stop it. They recognize whatâs happening and know they canât compete, theyâve already lost. They inevitably slump down to the floor in defeat as their startled wives return their attention to their pleasure, to me. Sheâs mine now. Iâm what she wants, in that moment, all she wants. She has already forgotten about him, as if he isnât even there. Most hubbies cry, whine and whimper through it, but they stay and watch, basking in the humiliation and shame of knowing theyâre not man enough for their wife, knowing theyâre inferior and inadequate. And after she climaxes, like she never has with him, as we cuddle and snuggle tenderly in the afterglow, heâll finally slink and slither away, like the worm that he is, because this part- the tenderness, the affection, the gratitude she shows me- this is usually the hardest part to watch. And because leaving her there, alone with me, well, thatâs what pathetic defeated cuckold hubbies do- they accept it and surrender her to me, as they know they should.
Hold still, loser, I need a good pic.
- I think heâs gonna Iike this oneâŚ
Yeah, poor guy, he has no idea whatâs about to happen to him, but heâs so mesmerized by us, heâll still go along with anything we say-
- I know, right? I mean weâre talking about giving him to a big, gay, badass master whoâs bdsm approach is absolutely relentless and merciless, and heâs still standing there posing for us, just like we told him to. What a buffoon.
As you stand there, still holding her hand, watching them kiss, your heart breaks all over again. After the kiss, he asks âokay, but if heâs your gay bestie, why is he wearing menâs clothes?â
âHehe, lol,â she giggles, âhe never does when weâre alone, but yâknow, in public, heâs just too shy and ashamed to come out⌠arenât you sweetie?â
Before you can answer, he does. âWell weâre gonna have to fix that⌠I canât have my girl hanging around with someone who looks like a man, even if heâs a short, faggy one⌠from now on, I want you to always dress him girly. Youâll do that for me, wonât you babe?â
âOf course I will baby, whatever you say, you know thatâŚâ she answers as she leans in to kiss him again, and you stand there, head bowed, knowing that he has forced you to the next phase of your emasculation, and you know that being a friend zoned sissy, it was bound to happen eventuallyâŚ
Okay sweetie, close the door now, or my date might start to get impatient⌠now you be a good boy, get your chores done, change out of your dress and into a cute nightie, and be in bed by your bed time, okay?
Tell me cucks, when you watch this, in whose place would you rather be? Itâs ok, you can admit it, this is a safe space⌠youâd love to be her, wouldnât you, sissy? Safe in his big, strong arms, his lips on yours, his tongue in your mouth, his big, strong hands caressing and groping you all overâŚyouâd be melting, writhing with desire for him to make you his, wouldnât you? Go on, admit it sissy, itâs okayâŚ
The question from your wifeâs lover caught you off guard. You didnât expect him to ask if you were still having sex with your wifeâany kind of sex, even if it was just intimate caresses. You owed him obedience, and you answered him while your cheeks burned with embarrassment, âAfter having sex with you, she usually asks me to lick her pussy.â
I see. And tell me, how does that make you feel? Because I generally donât allow my cucks to have any contact with my womanâs pussy, but if it helps you understand and accept your place, and reinforces your insecurities and feelings of inferiority and submissiveness, I may decide to allow it⌠Why donât you put this tray down and you can suck my cock while I think on itâŚ
Look at your beautiful wife with him, just look. I know it hurts. I know it must be so hard for you, but how can you look at her with him, and not know the truth? Deep down you know itâs right. You see how happy she is, how good they look together, and you just canât deny it. You really have no choice but to accept it. You know youâre inferior to him, you know you donât deserve her, and never did. Most of all, you know they belong together. Itâs time to accept it. Itâs time to be the best cuckold you can be.
Donât even try to deny it, wimp. You know deep in your soul that you belong at our feet, doing the housework and serving us while I take your wife from you and make her mine. Oh, and yes, Iâll make you mine too, bitch. Youâre a beta and this is your dream, isnât it?
Sometimes I get tired of my bitches lame lies and excuses and just grab the phone outta her hand and lay it out straight for her pansy-ass cuck husband. I know itâs harsh and a bit cruel for the poor fool, but Iâm not a very patient man, and in the long run, I figure Iâm doing the faggot a favor telling him sooner rather than later, and letting him know up front where his wifey really is and what sheâs really doing. Honesty is always the best policy, right? And besides, I get a kick outta doing it- hearing the shock and confusion in his voice when I tell him, hearing him pathetically start to cry and sob when I hold the phone out and say âcâmon baby, say hello to your cuckold loser hubbyâ and she says something like âhi sweetie⌠Iâm so sorryâŚâ. Then, with him still on the line, I tell her to get on her knees and start sucking my cock. âMmm yeah⌠You probably donât know this, but youâre wife gives really good head.â Iâll say, and by the time I tell him I gotta go, Iâm just too horny to keep talking to inferior beta cuckolds like him, so Iâm gonna go give it to your wife real good now, heâs just sobbing and whining. âWhy, why, whyâ, blah blah blah, whatever. âYou know why,â I answer then drop the phone without hanging up. Of course, they never hang up while Iâm railing their wives⌠itâs ok, they canât help it, and since their wives will never want to have sex with them ever again after me, I think itâs okay that they wack themselves off while listening to a real man take their wife. Itâs least I can do, heheâŚ
Better get over here quick Simpy, my friends want this place totally cleaned up from last night, and they said if youâre not here by the time they finish their pizza, theyâre gonna have to teach you what they expect from their âchore bitchâ. Then my friend in the middle said something about still being horny from last night âcause I passed out before the bj I promised him, so, uhh, yeah, Iâd hurry on over here if I were you. Oh, and donât forget to wear that cute pink top and silky pleated skirt I left out for you- theyâre expecting you to have it on when you get hereâŚ
How does it feel, beta? When you watch her being affectionate with a real man. When you watch him effortlessly pick her up and put her on the counter, his hand firmly groping her amazing ass, her long, beautiful hair, grading his powerful forearm and wrist. The kiss they share is more passionate than any youâve shared with her, and you know exactly where itâs all leading. How does it feel to know youâre about to be cuckolded?
Ever since she started openly dating her new boyfriend, she has been smiling more and laughing more, and mocking me constantly.
It makes me feel small, inadequate, inferior, ashamed and emasculated, but it also makes my clittie stiff and somehow just feels right.
Lately, sheâs started teasing me about bringing her boyfriend home to meet me, and while I dread the humiliation that would inflict, I also understand why sheâd want that to happen, pushing me lower and deeper into my submission to her.
I am a beta cuckold. I understand this is all as it should be.
Eventually they all get it, it just takes some betas longer than others. Any woman Iâm with should know that Iâm always happy to help speed the process along. I have my methods, and they can be quite effectiveâŚ
