A Cuckold's Reality: Evil As Can Be

Beretta James wastes zero time. She’s already tearing Sean down in the green room, and the second the cameras roll she owns every inch of him. Her bull’s done with Sean’s dignity, orders him to slip on panties before they head down to the dungeon. The man pulls his pants off, stands there in lace, cock already twitching under the fabric. She starts with the cat-o’-nine, nine thin lashes singing across his back and ass, leaving stripes that raise and burn. Sean stays bent, ass up, face flushed while Beretta laughs and circles him. Another man watching. Another man hard. The bull feeds his thick length into her mouth and Beretta slobbers it, then spits the mix right onto Sean’s mouth and chest, making him taste another man’s dick before he even touches his own. He’s told to stroke himself in front of them both, cock leaking under the panties while she takes the bull down to the balls. When she’s good and wet she straps on, grabs Sean’s hips, and drives deep. The strap pounds him open, stretches him, makes his knees shake. He’s ordered to keep the bull’s cock in his throat the whole time, gagging and drooling, spit running down his chin. Every thrust inside him is an order, every swallow another surrender. Somewhere between the pounding and the forced cock sucking, Sean’s dick betrays him. It jumps, stiffens, and sprays hot across the floor while the strap is still buried in his ass and cum-slick lips are wrapped around another man. Beretta doesn’t miss a beat. She locks him into a cold steel cage, snaps the lock, and leaves him aching behind bars while she climbs onto the bull’s cock and rides until the screams belong to her and her alone.