This never happens.

Well, that’s not entirely true. Parts of this never happen.

For a year now, I’ve been playing a thing called the Doorknob Game. The rules are simple: I stand in front of a hotel room door, and my prey stands on the other side of the room.

If she can touch the doorknob before I cum inside of her, she wins a prize.

I’ve always picked silly prizes for it - $100 cash, a stuffed animal, a dinner date where she gets to be treated like a girlfriend. One contestant was fighting for her right to sleep on my bed like a real human. Another wanted to not be called a cumslut when I wrote the story about her.

The prizes never mattered. They always lost.

That part, that happened. Over and over again. And every time, I loved it. Each woman would pick a different way to try and outsmart or overpower me. Each one of them always failed.

It was such a simple, clever scene. Every time, the women legitimately struggled and squirmed until finally realizing the inevitable. I was stronger, bigger and more experienced. And each woman had a slightly different technique, I found that I didn’t get bored of it. There was always some new twist, some new flavor each time.

So with a trip coming up to a city without an active fucktoy, I posted an ad looking for my next target.

And her reply did jump out.

The tepid nervousness was endearing. She was shy, but had some kink experience in that she was married and in an open situation. The more we delved into her situation, the more I found out it was a cuckolding, not a hotwifing.

I had some experience as a Bull years ago, and knew the nuances well. A Hotwife and a Stag are basically modified swingers. The Stag loves watching his Hotwife get fucked, and loves joining in. There isn’t a lot of jealousy in that arrangement, if it runs well. I’ve fucked my fair share of Hotwives, and enjoyed it.

Cucks, though, are really a lot more rare than Stags. Well, ethical, in-the-know cucks, at least. More than a few women have made their boyfriends and husbands into cucks without them knowing about it. That goes all the way back to the days of Shakespeare.

Her husband was absolutely a cuck.

“He’d have to be on the other side of the door as we do this,” she said.

I have to assume she didn’t realize I was planning on doing this in a hotel room. I really didn’t need a cuck in the hotel hallway pressing his ear to my door and giving me way too much attention.

“Honestly, I’d prefer it if he watched,” I said. “If he wants to listen, we can put him in the hotel room bathroom or the closet.”

“Oh, a hotel,” she said. “That’s better… can you tie him up?”

We started negotiating limits. We set the time, the location, the safewords. It was all set to go.

We’ll call this couple Chuck and Lucy. They’re a cute, married couple, with conservative upbringings from a childhood in another country. They were an arranged marriage, and very sweet, lovely people.

Lucy was 5’2 with long black hair, dark eyes, tiny tits and a heart-shaped ass, in her mid-20s. Chuck was 5’7 with short black hair and the same dark eyes. He’d listened to a lot of bigger men use his wife as cumdump, making her cum in ways he just couldn’t.

It occurred to me that this was going to be the first time watching her get fucked. And it was going to be quite violent.

I smiled. He knew the safewords.

But just in case he had some dumb instincts, we sat him down on the chair, then got the rope. The chair had some thick, sturdy legs, so it was easy to lash his ankles in place, then his hands behind his back. The chair was in the corner, pointed towards the bed.

Lucy gave him a kiss, then stood next to him. She was wearing skimpy shorts and a tight tank top, with knee-high socks. The fabric looked thin and cheap.

I casually took off my shoes and socks, then moved in front of the door.

It was time to play.

She was frozen.

Panic.

Legs stiff. Eyes wide.

I’ve seen it before.

A deer in the headlights. She could do something. Anything. But not moving was the worst option. Feet rooted to the ground. Fight or flight failing completely. A flood of options in her brain, and none of them picked. Just frozen panic.

It didn’t bother me.

I started to walk towards her.

Past the short entryway created by the wall and the bathroom. Into the main area of the bedroom. Cutting off her one chance to run past me to the door.

She snapped.

She had to try.

She had to run.

Lucy lurched forward, ducking to my left hand hoping to squeeze between me and the wall. Away from the bed, towards the door.

She let out a “hurk” noise as my left arm wrapped around her gut, cutting off her momentum and bouncing her towards the bed. I was so much bigger than her, with a foot in height and over a hundred pounds of mass.

She was a little ragdoll to me. Easy prey.

Lucy tried to spin around. It was an incredibly dumb move, putting her back against my chest. I stopped her momentum with my other arm, wrapping fully around her and locking my hands around my wrists.

Squeezing her tight, I could feel her body let out a gasp. I probably could have easily continued to wrestle her for a bit. She was so pathetically tiny, I could have pulled her clothes off and just used her on the floor.

But she was also small enough to pick up and carry over to the bed.

I threw her face-down on the mattress, right next to a chunk of rope I casually left there. Sitting on her hamstrings, she was pinned and helpless. It was so easy to hold her wrists behind her back, to tie them up, to trap her.

She kept wiggling and wriggling. I pulled her shorts down, revealing her tiny little ass. My hands looked massive with her cheeks under them.

“Someone needs to learn how to behave,” I said. I gave her ass a hard swat.

She squealed for me. I could feel my cock starting to throb. Even an easy victory did this to me. The rush, the joy. I started to pull my pants off, then began rubbing my hard cock between her ass cheeks.

“I could take your little asshole right now,” I said.

With how thick I was, it was going to feel like a red-hot poker inside of her. She wasn’t going to be able to take it, not with how hard I wanted to fuck her. I didn’t want to break her just yet. I wanted to play with my toy some more.

I rolled her onto her back, so that her weight pinned her tied wrists under her. She immediately started to squirm and kick. I didn’t hesitate to slap her face. Then I wrapped my fingers around her throat.

“Keep doing that and I’ll squeeze harder and harder and harder, slut,” I said.

I could taste the fear radiating off her body.

I pulled her shorts down to her knees, then folded her in half so that her fat pussy lips blossomed like a flower between her legs. She was glistening with a horny desperation to be fucked and used.

I started to slide the tip of my cock along her pussy lips, coating me. Making it so easy to slide inside of her tight little cunt.

“Ooooh,” she moaned. “Oh please. Oh fuck. Please. Use me. Fuck me.”

Part of me wanted to take my time and slowly fuck her. But that’s the problem with my competitive side. I already won. She was my prize. I didn’t have to care about her needs at all. I just had to use her as a fuckhole and a cumdump.

I lost myself in the win. I let that dark side out of me. That dark part of my soul that whispers to me kinky little ideas to trap and torment young women. That monster.

I always pretend that I can control it.

Well, maybe not control it.

Maybe I can feed it once and a while. Let it out to play. Then those intrusive whispers begging me to defile every attractive woman I see won’t be so loud.

I can use this slut.

What the fuck was her name?

It doesn’t matter.

It’s hole.

She’s a hole.

She’s a warm, tight, wet hole, wrapped around my cock. Moaning like a whore. Begging for my cum.

Did I ask if she was on birth control?

Did I fucking care.

She’s a hole.

She’s a hole for my cum.

Her stupid little tits… I can see how hard her nipples are.

She didn’t wear a bra. Probably worried that I was going to rip her bra in half.

Why the fuck am I letting her still wear that tank top?

I grabbed two fistfulls of cheap fabric, and I pulled.

The ripping sensation felt so good. She was exposed. Helpless. Taking every push of my cock inside of her.

Fuck it felt so good.

Every time.

Every time I find a woman that puts up the slightest bit of a fight, knowing deep down she wants to be used by someone that lets his primal lust take over. Feeling that sense of careful planning and control burn away to let the monster out.

To feel my cock throbbing inside of her, filling her with cum.

To feel that victory.

She was quivering. Still.

I could feel my control seep back in. I was in charge again. But the whispers… they were much louder.

I pulled out of her, let her legs drop, and pushed my cock into her mouth.

“Clean me,” I said.

There was a whimper… behind me.

Chuck.

I forgot about him.

“That’s a good little slut,” I said to Lucy. “You like the taste of your pussy and my cum, don’t you?”

Lucy moaned in an affirmative.

I pulled my cock out and walked over to Chuck.

“You know,” I said, freeing his ankles from the chair, “You should try it, Chuck.”

I didn’t bother untying his hands. Instead, I guided him to his still-bound wife, her legs spread, my cum starting to slide out of her pussy.

“What?” he asked.

“Don’t act confused, Chuck,” I said. “Your wife is now my slutty little fucktoy. Look at all that cum inside of her. You know what you want. You want to be a shameful little slut yourself and taste it.”

I pushed him face-first into her crotch, and Lucy started to moan again.

“You married a really pathetic excuse for a man, you slut,” I said, looking at Lucy. “Which is a shame, because you’re a really gifted fucktoy.”

I didn’t let Lucy answer. Instead, I just put my cock back in her mouth. She started to suck me with an even stronger eager passion. Both her and Chuck were moaning softly to each other.

I was still so fucking hard.

Lucy wasn’t going to make me cum with her mouth. I already knew that. For my entire life, if I’ve cummed once, it takes at least 12 hours before I even had a chance of cumming in someone’s mouth. And even still, that takes a world-class cocksucker.

“Don’t waste a drop there, Chuck,” I said.

The whispers started to sneak in again.

“Fuck,” I said. “Your wife is a really good cocksucker. At least she is for my cock. She probably respects it more than yours.”

He looked up, but only to stare at my dick in his wife’s mouth.

“Look at what a whore she is,” I said.

Actually…

“Both of you, on your knees here,” I said, motioning to the spot right in front of the chair Chuck was sitting in as I filled his wife with cum.

“Let’s see which of the two of you is a better cocksucker,” I said. “Whoever does a better job gets fucked by me next.”

It was a bluff. I’m only just barely heteroflexible, and I’m pretty sure I couldn’t even get hard for one-on-one play with a man. But power, power is not homosexual or heterosexual. Power is just a sweet taste of dominance.

Both of them were greedy with their mouths, both trying their hardest to impress me. I didn’t care which mouth I was in and when. I could just feel my cock getting harder and harder. If I was honest, there was no difference in who the better cocksucker was.

But I decided to pick Lucy.

As a consolation, I made Lucy straddle over Chuck like an air-gapped 69. When I pushed my cock inside of her pussy, my balls casually dragged over his face.

This time, I stayed in control, fucking her slowly with long, deliberate strokes, humiliating Chuck more and more. He whimpered and tried to ignore it at first, but eventually I felt his tongue stealing tastes of me as I made his wife cum for me.

Again, I decided to fill her with cum. But this time, I made her stay where she was and let the jizz slowly drip on his face. She again eagerly licked my cock clean, and I started plotting out the next way I was going to tease and humiliate them.