Life as Mandy’s cuck - 2
Part 2
So, this had been the way for me virtually all my life. I was always looking for women to covertly serve my perverse needs. And now, for someone I could see in private when Mandy was tied up and fucking her brains out with some big dicked, cunt filler. As I mentioned last time. it was normally my job to find men for her. This was never any problem. Mandy wasn’t young - in her sixties - but was certainly a good-looking woman for her age. I’d been amazed at the number of men online in their twenties to fifties who seemed to jump at the opportunity to fuck older women like Mandy. And she was picky, too. She wanted to see their pic, full body, showing face and erection before she’d decide on anyone. She liked them young, strong faced, muscled, and with a decent sized cock, which had to be thick and at least 7”. This had been the problem with the last guy - he’d doctored the pic he’d given me. Nice looking guy, but his penis was easily short of Mandy’s requirements. Still bigger than mine - I barely made 3.5” - but not enough to get Mandy bouncing. What a prick. Did he think Mandy wouldn’t notice? And it cost me a month in lock up for selecting such a cunt. I’d only just got out.
Mandy occasionally loved to go off somewhere for a few days to have fun and leave me behind to do housework and any other home maintenance she’d decided on. She loved fancy (i.e., expensive) hotels and enjoyed picking up men at the bar. I could never work out how she always seemed to choose guys with the right credentials. But she seemed to have no difficulty. When on these trips, she’d tell me to be ready on the webcam, so she could link in from her hotel room using her phone, usually straight after being fucked. She did this for her own amusement. A sort of post-coital entertainment, to show off her little cuck houseboy to whoever was there; so the guy knew the sort of woman he’d been lucky enough to have just fucked.
And she knew I would get off on the humiliation, for which I was grateful. So she’d ring and let me know she’d just been fucked and have me tell the guy what I was required to do with his cum. She always wanted the same degrading script. I was to beg him to finger his cum out of Mandy’s cunt while I watched into the small Tupperware container she always had with her for such occasions. She’d move their phone down there to ensure I missed nothing. Then I had to beg him to let me eat it; and to thank him, on my knees, for fucking Mandy. I was then to beg Mandy to bring the cum home for me to eat, in honour of her, and in recognition of me being her cuckold. Then once done, she’d have me jerk off onto the floor while he watched. She was also checking on me at the same time of course. No cum, and I had a month’s cock jail.
Mandy knew these guys probably weren’t in the least bit interested in watching some cuck pulling on his little dick. It was only for her benefit. So she’d often encourage them to verbally abuse and bully me while I jerked. I’ve had these guys call me everything - creep, cunt, houseboy, pindick, piece of shit, girlie boy, fucking eunuch and a lot more. I’d see Mandy grinning from ear to ear while her fun was played out. Then she’d do something like making me lick up the mess I’d make on the floor. Or make me piss into a glass and drink it. She loved demonstrating how she could make me do whatever she wanted. And to be honest, I loved it all.
Anyway, I’m digressing. So back to Amihan. I was talking about getting the chance for a little time out on my own. For some additional humiliation on the side. And I hadn’t had it for quite a while. We live in a small town and it’s really hard to find people to oblige, and I certainly didn’t want my needs to become public knowledge by asking the wrong person. But I felt that with Amihan, this would not likely happen. My sense was that she’d jump at the chance for some easy money. I’d seen her reaction when I’d ogled her. She was cool and in control, and exuded contempt for me. I reckoned she’d enjoy the chance to humiliate her boss’s employer for easy cash.
So when out of the manager’s earshot I took the plunge I’d asked Amihan to call me when she’d finished, as I ‘had some ideas for work for her’. As I said this, I’m pretty sure I saw the beginnings of a smirk on her face.
She rang that afternoon. She spoke in her thickish accent: “So Mr. Chris, it’s Amihan. You have some work for me please? I got plenty time. What you want me do?”
I swallowed and replied, thinking here goes: “Yes. Thanks for calling Amihan. Yes, I’ve got some work for you. It pays $100 an hour, with a $10 an hour bonus if you do a good job.” I then asked if she could come around during the day at 3pm the following Thursday - I knew Mandy was going away the previous day for three or four days on one of her hotel jaunts. I asked her: “I’ll need you for two to three hours. Are you free?”
I knew the rate would interest her. Five times what she was getting as a cleaner and tax free. I also realised she’d quickly realise it wouldn’t be run of the mill work. Remembering her smirk, I was pretty sure she’d suspect it would be sexual in nature. Though she wouldn’t know quite what would be involved. I wondered if she would ask before deciding?’
Her response took me by surprise. She countered: “You want pay $100 an hour? So this not cleaning, hey?” She was silent for a while, then spoke ominously, in a quiet low voice: “I not stupid, I know you - I tell boss you want give me job. She just laugh and tell me about you. Mrs. Trish says you got problem with dickie. She say you lose your titi and no can fuck. So wife fucks other men and you happy watch. You walang mga bola - stupid man with little penis and no balls. Pusa! Pinagalitan ng tao!” She suddenly stopped talking, then I heard her talking to someone at the other end. Then there were peals of laughter. She came back to me: “So you pay $100, Pusa? Only pusa’s pay $100 an hour for job! Maybe you want show me your little penis, hey? Maybe you want lick my cunt? No way!” There was silence for a while. Then: “So, what you want from me you want pay so much? You send text, I want to read, pusa man, then I think about it.” And with that she hung up!
She’d certainly quickly worked out what was going on and knew she had the upper hand. But what worried me was the cleaning agency knowing about me. How was this possible? Mandy must have told Trish. She’d certainly told a number of her friends. So either Mandy or one of her friends. Thinking it through, Not really a problem. So Trish knew? Good. I could use that when masturbating. And Amihan had clearly taken control. Though at the same time this was very promising. Nevertheless, I had certainly misjudged her. Her response was clever. She was forcing me to write down what I wanted. Giving her leverage over me. I thought about it for quite a while, tossing up the pros and cons. Then I took the plunge and decided to go with it. She wanted money, she wasn’t in this to spread gossip. So, what the hell. What could she do over and above what I already wanted? Humiliation, being controlled? Who would she tell, anyway, and what would she gain even so?
So I started drafting my wishes. An hour later I had it. In fact, I got pretty aroused as I wrote, even thought about jerking off, but without any Viagra there was no hope. Mandy had them under lock and key and I hadn’t had the chance to replenish my private supply after getting out of my cage. I decided to be explicit and up front. In for a penny, as they say.
Here is what I wrote:
‘Dear Amihan, first some background to explain my needs. Yes, you are right; my penis is tiny and useless for women. I can’t really fuck, it’s too small. So my wife fucks other men and she makes me eat their cum as punishment. And makes them piss and spit in my mouth. And makes me suck their cocks. She won’t even allow me to masturbate without permission, though I can usually get around that. So I would like to masturbate for you. And be your slave for what pleases you.
‘This is what I am. A pusa (I had looked up what it meant). A pathetic man with a little cock and tiny balls. I want you to treat me like one. As I deserve.
‘Thank you, your servant to be, Chris’
With no small apprehension I texted this off to her.
I heard no more from her that day. Then, first thing in the morning I got a call.
“Ok pusa. I come and have fun with you but you pay $300 an hour, and maybe I charge more if fun no good. And if you don’t like my pay, your wife she see text. And boss Trish already know I have second job.” I heard her laugh and speak to someone in the background. Listening, I realised she was speaking to Trish! She continued: “Mrs. Trish, she say you need pay her $1000 cash to let me work for you. She will pick it it up from you when I come. She will bring me. Get it, pusa? You fucked !” I then heard a lot of laughter over the phone. Then a click. She’d hung up.
…. More to cum
So, this had been the way for me virtually all my life. I was always looking for women to covertly serve my perverse needs. And now, for someone I could see in private when Mandy was tied up and fucking her brains out with some big dicked, cunt filler. As I mentioned last time. it was normally my job to find men for her. This was never any problem. Mandy wasn’t young - in her sixties - but was certainly a good-looking woman for her age. I’d been amazed at the number of men online in their twenties to fifties who seemed to jump at the opportunity to fuck older women like Mandy. And she was picky, too. She wanted to see their pic, full body, showing face and erection before she’d decide on anyone. She liked them young, strong faced, muscled, and with a decent sized cock, which had to be thick and at least 7”. This had been the problem with the last guy - he’d doctored the pic he’d given me. Nice looking guy, but his penis was easily short of Mandy’s requirements. Still bigger than mine - I barely made 3.5” - but not enough to get Mandy bouncing. What a prick. Did he think Mandy wouldn’t notice? And it cost me a month in lock up for selecting such a cunt. I’d only just got out.
Mandy occasionally loved to go off somewhere for a few days to have fun and leave me behind to do housework and any other home maintenance she’d decided on. She loved fancy (i.e., expensive) hotels and enjoyed picking up men at the bar. I could never work out how she always seemed to choose guys with the right credentials. But she seemed to have no difficulty. When on these trips, she’d tell me to be ready on the webcam, so she could link in from her hotel room using her phone, usually straight after being fucked. She did this for her own amusement. A sort of post-coital entertainment, to show off her little cuck houseboy to whoever was there; so the guy knew the sort of woman he’d been lucky enough to have just fucked.
And she knew I would get off on the humiliation, for which I was grateful. So she’d ring and let me know she’d just been fucked and have me tell the guy what I was required to do with his cum. She always wanted the same degrading script. I was to beg him to finger his cum out of Mandy’s cunt while I watched into the small Tupperware container she always had with her for such occasions. She’d move their phone down there to ensure I missed nothing. Then I had to beg him to let me eat it; and to thank him, on my knees, for fucking Mandy. I was then to beg Mandy to bring the cum home for me to eat, in honour of her, and in recognition of me being her cuckold. Then once done, she’d have me jerk off onto the floor while he watched. She was also checking on me at the same time of course. No cum, and I had a month’s cock jail.
Mandy knew these guys probably weren’t in the least bit interested in watching some cuck pulling on his little dick. It was only for her benefit. So she’d often encourage them to verbally abuse and bully me while I jerked. I’ve had these guys call me everything - creep, cunt, houseboy, pindick, piece of shit, girlie boy, fucking eunuch and a lot more. I’d see Mandy grinning from ear to ear while her fun was played out. Then she’d do something like making me lick up the mess I’d make on the floor. Or make me piss into a glass and drink it. She loved demonstrating how she could make me do whatever she wanted. And to be honest, I loved it all.
Anyway, I’m digressing. So back to Amihan. I was talking about getting the chance for a little time out on my own. For some additional humiliation on the side. And I hadn’t had it for quite a while. We live in a small town and it’s really hard to find people to oblige, and I certainly didn’t want my needs to become public knowledge by asking the wrong person. But I felt that with Amihan, this would not likely happen. My sense was that she’d jump at the chance for some easy money. I’d seen her reaction when I’d ogled her. She was cool and in control, and exuded contempt for me. I reckoned she’d enjoy the chance to humiliate her boss’s employer for easy cash.
So when out of the manager’s earshot I took the plunge I’d asked Amihan to call me when she’d finished, as I ‘had some ideas for work for her’. As I said this, I’m pretty sure I saw the beginnings of a smirk on her face.
She rang that afternoon. She spoke in her thickish accent: “So Mr. Chris, it’s Amihan. You have some work for me please? I got plenty time. What you want me do?”
I swallowed and replied, thinking here goes: “Yes. Thanks for calling Amihan. Yes, I’ve got some work for you. It pays $100 an hour, with a $10 an hour bonus if you do a good job.” I then asked if she could come around during the day at 3pm the following Thursday - I knew Mandy was going away the previous day for three or four days on one of her hotel jaunts. I asked her: “I’ll need you for two to three hours. Are you free?”
I knew the rate would interest her. Five times what she was getting as a cleaner and tax free. I also realised she’d quickly realise it wouldn’t be run of the mill work. Remembering her smirk, I was pretty sure she’d suspect it would be sexual in nature. Though she wouldn’t know quite what would be involved. I wondered if she would ask before deciding?’
Her response took me by surprise. She countered: “You want pay $100 an hour? So this not cleaning, hey?” She was silent for a while, then spoke ominously, in a quiet low voice: “I not stupid, I know you - I tell boss you want give me job. She just laugh and tell me about you. Mrs. Trish says you got problem with dickie. She say you lose your titi and no can fuck. So wife fucks other men and you happy watch. You walang mga bola - stupid man with little penis and no balls. Pusa! Pinagalitan ng tao!” She suddenly stopped talking, then I heard her talking to someone at the other end. Then there were peals of laughter. She came back to me: “So you pay $100, Pusa? Only pusa’s pay $100 an hour for job! Maybe you want show me your little penis, hey? Maybe you want lick my cunt? No way!” There was silence for a while. Then: “So, what you want from me you want pay so much? You send text, I want to read, pusa man, then I think about it.” And with that she hung up!
She’d certainly quickly worked out what was going on and knew she had the upper hand. But what worried me was the cleaning agency knowing about me. How was this possible? Mandy must have told Trish. She’d certainly told a number of her friends. So either Mandy or one of her friends. Thinking it through, Not really a problem. So Trish knew? Good. I could use that when masturbating. And Amihan had clearly taken control. Though at the same time this was very promising. Nevertheless, I had certainly misjudged her. Her response was clever. She was forcing me to write down what I wanted. Giving her leverage over me. I thought about it for quite a while, tossing up the pros and cons. Then I took the plunge and decided to go with it. She wanted money, she wasn’t in this to spread gossip. So, what the hell. What could she do over and above what I already wanted? Humiliation, being controlled? Who would she tell, anyway, and what would she gain even so?
So I started drafting my wishes. An hour later I had it. In fact, I got pretty aroused as I wrote, even thought about jerking off, but without any Viagra there was no hope. Mandy had them under lock and key and I hadn’t had the chance to replenish my private supply after getting out of my cage. I decided to be explicit and up front. In for a penny, as they say.
Here is what I wrote:
‘Dear Amihan, first some background to explain my needs. Yes, you are right; my penis is tiny and useless for women. I can’t really fuck, it’s too small. So my wife fucks other men and she makes me eat their cum as punishment. And makes them piss and spit in my mouth. And makes me suck their cocks. She won’t even allow me to masturbate without permission, though I can usually get around that. So I would like to masturbate for you. And be your slave for what pleases you.
‘This is what I am. A pusa (I had looked up what it meant). A pathetic man with a little cock and tiny balls. I want you to treat me like one. As I deserve.
‘Thank you, your servant to be, Chris’
With no small apprehension I texted this off to her.
I heard no more from her that day. Then, first thing in the morning I got a call.
“Ok pusa. I come and have fun with you but you pay $300 an hour, and maybe I charge more if fun no good. And if you don’t like my pay, your wife she see text. And boss Trish already know I have second job.” I heard her laugh and speak to someone in the background. Listening, I realised she was speaking to Trish! She continued: “Mrs. Trish, she say you need pay her $1000 cash to let me work for you. She will pick it it up from you when I come. She will bring me. Get it, pusa? You fucked !” I then heard a lot of laughter over the phone. Then a click. She’d hung up.
…. More to cum
3 years ago