Cuckquean, Part I

Elizabeth downed a glass of cheap whiskey and lit a cigarette as she climbed the stairs up to the control room. She yawned. She'd have to grab a cat nap when she got settled in she thought.

She tried to unlock the door, but it was already unlocked. Her face frowned in disapproval. Lamar knew better, she thought.

She opened the door, to see Lamar in the chair. And riding him in that chair was the new girl, Nastya.

The blonde Russian was enthusiastic. Really enthusiastic. She obviously was a gymnast at early age, and her tight legs and round ass were on full display as she rode the pimp's cock.

The door clicked shut and Nastya's lips curled into a cruel smile.

"Morning, sleepyhead. We were waiting for you but had to get started. Now sit in corner like good girl," Nastya said, flicking her head back around to focus on Lamar.

Elizabeth was thinking and chewing for a moment on that, when Lamar piped up.

"You heard her, bitch. Sit your ass down in the corner," Lamar barked.

Elizabeth lingered for a moment more, biting down her pride and her bile and sitting down in the corner, like a kid in timeout. She watched that tight white ass piston up and down on her husband's cock, enveloping his cock completely. She started talking in Russian the closer to climax she got, her pussy and ass a blur on the monster meat.

"Oh fuck, baby, that pussy too good," Lamar grunted hoarsely. Elizabeth noticed him calling her baby.

"Yes, that is right, cum in Nastya, cum..."

"Cummmmming," Lamar roared. They paused for a moment, before Nastya looked back at Elizabeth contemptuously.

"You," she said. "Come clean Nastya. Come clean husband."

"You don't give me orders," Elizabeth hissed.

"Bitch, you do it," Lamar warned. "Or I'll bitch slap you into next week."

Elizabeth would never forget the malice she saw in Nastya's eyes as she cleaned Lamar's cum out of her pussy. She realized, for today at least, that she was a cuckquean.