Lexi Finds A Mountain

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This new series will revolve around one particular man … he’s the Mountain in the title of this story.

Mountain isn’t what I called him … his name is actually Carl, though he preferred I use some other names for him.

But the mountain metaphor fits him pretty well and I’d like to thank the guy on here who gave him that name when I described him in some private conversations.

Soooooooo — Thanks! You know who you are! Lol

But this specific period in our journey is by far my favorite. For lots of reasons.

For one, he’s huge. He’s 6’5″ and 275 pounds. Yeah — huge!

He’s not fat and neither is he super ripped. He’s just big. He’s obviously black — but not quite as dark as Robert is — a shade or two lighter, maybe but still very black against my skin…which is what matters! He’s also bald — which I love — and he has a really big … well, I’l get to that later. Lol.

I’ve been wanting to write these stories because never … I repeat never … did a man fuck me like he did. His power and aggression was over the top — mountain-like, if you will. Picture a mountain falling on top of you. You’re helpless as the big boulders come falling … one after another … boom – boom – boom – boom. Now try to imagine that in the context of sex. That’s Carl.

Another thing I liked, was that he is super dominant and controlling. I wanted more dominance and I wanted to give up a level of control to someone who could earn it … but again, picture the mountain! As much as it scared me sometimes, there was nothing I could do to stop him or slow him down. He didn’t earn the control — He took it. And the more he wielded his dominance and control over me the more I grew to need it. In so many ways, I still do.

But he was also dangerous for my marriage. A man like him is primal — he thinks primarily about himself and there were places his mind went that wasn’t good for my marriage. I’ll explain that in later stories. But it was impossible for me to resist him anything. I sometimes dreaded an early morning text from him — knowing he was going to ask me to do something Steve wouldn’t be in favor of. But at the same time, I longed for those texts.

All of that will unfold as we go.

But you may be wondering, why a new man? Why move on from Robert?

Well, Robert grew less and less excited about the cuckolding stuff. More and more, he just wanted me for himself. Not that he ever wanted me to leave my husband, but over time he started to feel uncomfortable with Steve watching and even more so with the kinds of things I was leading Steve into. Cuckolding just wasn’t his thing. He wasn’t a bull. Just a beautiful black man with a big cock who fucked really well. (I wonder if he’s still up? Lol)

So he had to go. That’s not to say that I completely quit seeing him. I still see him on occasion … I mean he still lives near us … but its not like it was and its not very often.

Which leads me to Carl.

I think I mentioned in my first story that in college, Steve was kind of a big deal on our school’s basketball team. Well, he still plays in a local rec league around our city. He has a team of 6-8 guys, depending on who can play that night and my man is still the best!

I love to go and watch him play every chance I get. And I still get chills watching him.

Usually he’s the only decent white guy on the court — and a lot of the time, he’s outscoring everyone.

“White boy can shoot!”

“Damn, that white boy is good!”

Lol — Those are phrases I regularly hear from the crowd I’m sitting in at Steve’s games.

Anyway, Carl sometimes plays on Steve’s team. He’s not very good really, but he’s super big. As I said before he’s 6’5″ so he’s not the tallest guy on the team but he’s by far the biggest and Steve likes to use him to rebound and set screens.

Yeah I know some of the lingo lol.

So can you picture him? Tall. Black. Bald. Big. Chesty. Thick arms. Thick legs. Thick fingers. Can you see it? He’s also loud and obnoxious and likes to talk — a lot! Does that help? Lol

So after my semi-breakup with Robert … I wanted Carl.

I’d watched him play with Steve for maybe 2 years, on and off and he’s just really imposing. And I could tell he’s also big in all the fun places by watching his shorts. (Jiggle. Jiggle. Flop. Fop. Lol)

I’ve shaken hands with him a bunch of times and it always makes me wonder about his cock. With thick fingers like those surely his cock is nice and meaty!

So one night .. I told Steve.

I. Want. Carl.

Steve said no way. He doesn’t exactly care for Carl’s personality but more importantly, he’s way too close to our world. We see him pretty regularly and so he knows us. And he knows the other guys on Steve’s team that Steve obviously knows and sees. Steve wasn’t really a fan of other people knowing that he’s a cuckold.

But I couldn’t get Carl out of my head. He’s been kind of flirty with me in the past … lingered a little with his handshakes and hugged me a few times. He even called me Sexy Lexi once. I just knew he’d be into me. I wanted him. Bad. If he fucks anything like he plays basketball — I want that kind of violence in my bed! Or anywhere xslot giriş he’d take me!

But Steve said no.

Which only made me want him more.

I should say that at this point in our progression, Steve was wearing a cage sometimes. I know I’m skipping over a story or two with this, but recent events have made it impossible for me to wait any longer to tell my Mountain stories.

“The Caging” (lol) had happened several months before Robert and I semi-ended. I didn’t ask Steve’s permission to buy his cage … I kind of surprised him with it. I had read a lot about them and saw that it can take a few before you find the right one … so I bought the most popular.

Anyway — the night I surprised Steve with his new home, I had him restrained on our bed …

(oh yeah, we had also started edging each other during this period. But on this night, I was edging him slowly making sure he didn’t reach ruined orgasm levels … I wanted him to have a full orgasm, so I could get the cage on properly. Ruined orgasms are best though .. for cuckolds. They have a way of keeping them ready to serve! Lol)

So I stopped edging him, climbed off the bed and went to our closet where I had hidden his present.

I walked slowly back to the bed with it behind my back — as with any good surprise, I told him to close his eyes while I knelt between his legs. I placed it on his stomach and said,

“Okay. Open!”

He opened his eyes and arched his head up so he could see what he was in for.

“Surprise!!”

He looked at it … then back to me.

“As soon as you cum, I’m putting it on you.”

“What the fuck is that Lex?”

“You know what it is. Its what cuck’s wear.”

“No way, Lexi. I’m not wearing that.”

“You’re a cuckold aren’t you?”

“Lexi —”

“You like that real men fuck me with their real cocks, don’t you?”

Nothing.

“You like watching black men with their big black cocks fuck me like you can’t, right?”

Nothing.

“You like watching them cum deep inside my pussy, don’t you?”

“You like licking another man’s cum from my pussy, don’t you?”

(He had done that a couple of times but not with any real enthusiasm yet. Sorry. I know I skipped again)

I started to stroke him … he was closing his eyes trying to think about anything but sex.

“Come on baby — tell me. You like it when I call you cuckold because you are one. You’re a cuckold.”

“Fuck lexi — “

“I promise you’ll love it. You’ve loved everything I’ve gotten you to do. Its who you are now. You’re my little cuckold.”

My oiled hand was gliding over his little pink penis. I tightened my grip and sped up … he was straining.

“I promise to take it off as soon as you ask … ok?”

He was really trying to hold out … I started cupping his balls as I stroked his dick faster.

“Come on baby — cum for me. Give me a good one. Then I’ll put it on.”

He tried to hold out as long as he could … but he couldn’t. He had no control over it … his hands and feet were tied to the bed … he couldn’t stop me … so he exploded and I smiled.

“See. I knew you’d want to wear it.”

I crawled up beside him and lightly kissed his lips … then I patted him on his head (he hates that) …

“Such a cuck.”

I went to the bathroom and got a warm, wet wash cloth. As I came back …

Steve pleaded,

“Can you undo my cuffs now?”

“No. Not until I get this on you … k?”

I smiled at him as I knelt beside him. Carefully cleaning his even smaller, softening dick.

“Look how cute he is all cleaned up.”

While glancing back and forth between his face and what I was doing, I put the first ring around his testicles …

“That’s too big.”

“Too big, Lex???”

“Yes. Its supposed to be snug, silly. Don’t worry. I watched a video on it. I won’t make you wear it for very long.”

“Not this time.”

I smiled.

I tried another ring and it seemed to fit better (but I had to go one more smaller the next time) and then I locked his cage on.

“There,” I leaned down and kissed the end of his cage … “Now he’s all ready for bed.” I sat back on my knees and giggled.

“For bed? No fucking way, Lexi.”

“I’m just teasing you. But you’ll wear it more and more. I promise.”

And he did. After a while I got him to wear it all night. That was the worst. Then after a while I got him to wear it to work. Then after a while …. well, you know.

Once I got him used to wearing it for longer periods of time, I’d would reward him when I let him free.

Sometimes I’d just make him cum with my hands … for longer periods of time I’d use my mouth … and then for even longer stretches, I’d let him have sex with me. But I always rewarded him.

And after Robert and I semi-broke up … I tried to use my new tool to get what I really wanted. But it didn’t go as well as I had planned.

One night, after a few days in his new cage, we were eating a late dinner.

“It’s Sunday … guess what that means?”

“Of course I know what that means, Lex. Just take it off now …”

“Nope. xslot Not yet.”

I got up from the table and climbed into his lap and kissed him. Softly. Then kissed him again. Then again. We started making out until he pushed me away.

“Don’t do this, Lex. Let me out.”

I started kissing him again. He pulled away and held me back.

“Let me out.”

“No.”

“Come on Lexi, don’t do this. Its not funny. You said you’d take it off today.”

“I will but not yet. You have to give me something.”

“What? Fuck Lexi —”

“Carl.”

He erupted but not in the good way.

“There’s no fucking way, Lex. It’s just not going to happen. Get that into your head.”

“That’s the problem —”

Still sitting in his lap … fighting to stay in his lap, actually. He was trying to get me off of him so he could walk away.

“I can’t get him out of my head.”

“So that’s what all this is? This thing … and you kissing me? Just to get me to let you fuck Carl?”

“Of course. Why else would I be doing it? I’m not kissing you because I can’t wait to feel your little dick inside me. I can’t. And I won’t be fucking him. He’ll be fucking me!”

That’s about how it ended.

I played my hand too quickly and I knew it. I went too far too fast. So I gave him the key and dropped it … for the time being.

In the couple of weeks that followed, I continued to playfully bring it up but I never really pushed it. I would say something about Carl and then laugh or say that I was teasing. I tried to make it more of a game hoping it would make the very subject of Carl not such a negative thing.

Neither did I cage him.

A few weeks later we were on our date night. We went to one of our usual restaurants and then to our favorite live music bars.

I’m a bit of a non-drinker but will on some occasions. I just don’t really like the way it makes me feel. Not to mention the fact that my mouth gets mouthier. Eek!

But sometimes I do and when I do, Steve always likes it and joins in my fun by drinking a little more than he usually does also. It was fun. We laughed and flirted and teased and quietly (sort of) made fun of ridiculous people and genuinely couldn’t keep our hands off of each other. But in the back of my mind the entire time was Carl.

By the time we got home, Steve was all over me. There was a small part of me that wanted to let him just enjoy himself but the part that wanted to take advantage of his good mood was much bigger!

We didn’t quite make it upstairs and found ourselves making out pretty hot and heavy ( <— that's a weird saying ).

Per usual, Steve was laying on the couch and I was on top of him. I was feeling extra dominant because of the alcohol — and extra horny ( <— also not my favorite word ). Please keep in mind, that this is not how I normally talk to Steve. The alcohol plus the rising frustration made me say things I wouldn't normally say. I would say that the sentiments behind the words are true — but the way I said things and the language I used is not normal for me.

So back to the couch —

Steve had my skirt all the way up and was groping and squeezing my ass while he was moving his mouth from mine to my neck … kissing and sucking. It was making me pretty hot, I must admit. I was moaning … but it wasn’t just his kisses — it was still thoughts of Carl that were causing my sounds.

I stopped kissing him and leaned up … putting my hands on his chest,

“You want to fuck me, Steve?”

He tried to pull me down onto him.

“You do, huh?”

“Yes, Lexi … “

He leaned up and I pushed him back down.

“Can you, though?” I said with my little grin and playful voice.

“Obviously … Lex.”

He pushed his crotch up into my pussy as I straddled him and held him down. I laughed.

“You don’t fuck me … Robert fucked me. You’re a cuckold. Cuckold’s please but not with their little dicks.”

“You wanna please me, cuck?”

I was starting to forget the fun we just had and was instead remembering the frustration I had felt the other night. I got up and slid my panties down and off and then my skirt and took off my blouse. I was dripping wet.

“You wanna please me cuck?”

“Yes, Lexi …”

“With your tongue?”

“Yes, baby …”

“Not yet … take your clothes off. I wanna see how hard your little dick is.”

He was not fighting anything.

He quickly unbuttoned his shirt and took it off … undid his belt … his pants … slid them off and pulled down his boxer briefs and sat back down on the couch.

I knelt between his legs … not touching him. Just staring at his pink penis. It was sticking straight up and straining and already leaking.

My eyes glanced back and forth between his eyes and his penis.

“It looks even smaller when you sit down. I can hardly see it.”

He just stared at me … he was loving it.

I ran my hands up the inside of his thighs but never touched his dick. Every time I moved my hands slowly toward him, he started to push his hips up thinking I was going to touch him … but I didn’t.

“Want me to touch you?”

“God yes…”

“No. First you have to tell me something. Say you’re my cuckold.”

“Lex….”

“Just say it … its fun. You like it …”

“I’m your cuckold.”

“Say you have a little dick.”

“Lexi, come on …”

“Say it or you get nothing.”

“I have a little dick.”

“I know. That’s why I cheated on you.” (I know that’s harsh but to be fair I’m still a little drunk at this point)

“I love you but its true. I shouldn’t have cheated. I really shouldn’t have. I love you more than anything. But I couldn’t take it. You’re so small. And its why I still fuck other men. I like big cocks. Big black cocks.”

He just stared. The teasing/humiliation was killing him. He had that familiar look that said ‘I shouldn’t like this but I do.’

His look was giving me more confidence.

I was still rubbing his thighs. Slowly up and down … my hands flattened as they went up … and then I would drag my fingernails as they came down. Up and down. Staring into his eyes … then watching his little thing jump as I came oh so close to touching him.

“Tell me you like to watch men with real cocks fuck me.”

No hesitation.

“I like watching men with big cocks fuck you.”

“I know you do. Because you’re a what…???”

“A cuckold.”

“Yes, baby. You are!”

I leaned forward like I was going to take him into my mouth. Slowly leaning with my eyes locked on his … my mouth open just over the tip but then I stopped … smiled … and just blew on the tip of it.

“Wanna put your little dick inside me?”

“Yes Lexi … please …”

“Okay…but this is for you, you know that right? Its not for me. I can barely feel you anymore.”

“Yes …”

I climbed up into his lap … but not putting him inside me yet. I kissed him … hard and deep … his little hard on poking into me … sucking his tongue into my mouth and scraping it with my teeth as I pulled back. I grabbed the back of his hair and pulled his mouth deeper into mine and then stopped and leaned up further … and pulled his head roughly to the back of the couch by his hair.

“You like this, huh?”

“Yes.”

I smiled and still holding his head back, I kissed him like I did before. Hard and deep. Sucking and biting his tongue and lips. Then I stopped, again.

“I’ll let you put your little thing inside me … but if you cum … and you will cum … keep in mind that as soon as your done you’re going to lie on the floor and I’m going to fuck your mouth until I cum.”

“Fuck Lexi — come on, this is….”

“Orrrrrr … I can climb off of you and ruin your orgasm. And then fuck your mouth.”

“Which is it? Decide now cuckold.”

“I don’t …”

“Just fucking say it cuckold. Which one?”

He just stared at me. He was crazy excited but I think the alcohol was wearing off of him … he was starting to think rather than just respond. I knew I was going to pay for this the next day … but I couldn’t stop. And no matter what he was thinking … he didn’t want me to.

So I leaned up and reached between us and grabbed his dick and slid it inside me but didn’t move … I just sat there.

“Don’t cum. You know what will happen if you do.”

“Does it feel good?”

“Yes, Lexi — fuck…”

I laughed.

My lips just inches from his … staring into his eyes,

“I seriously barely feel you. You’re so little. But I love you. You know that right?”

“Yes…”

“I do love you. That’s why I’m doing this. Its a way we can have sex that is fun for both of us. You get to touch me and I get to tease you about your little tiny dick.”

He just stared. He was afraid to move too.

I started to rock back and forth … rising up a little and then back down …

“Don’t cum. Are you about to cum? Should I get off? Or should I just stop moving?”

“Stop moving for a second …”

I laughed and sat down and still.

I leaned toward his face again … licking around his lips,

“You know what I want, Steve. Give it to me.”

“What? What do you …. what are you talking about?”

“I know you know but I want to tell you anyway. I want Carl. I want your friend Carl to fuck me with his huge black cock. I want him to fuck me harder than any man has ever fucked me. I want him to make me scream as he makes me cum over and over and over and over again on his big fucking cock.”

I started to move again … sliding up just barely and back down … rocking my hips and back and forth … making circles with my hips … grinding his little dick .. feeling it hit my spot whenever I positioned myself right. It was starting to feel good.

“Fuck Lexi — stop.”

I stopped.

“Imagine it Steve. Just imagine how hard that huge powerful man would fuck me.”

“Lexi — come on … stop.”

“Just picture it … close your eyes and picture it.”

He did.

“Imagine his huge hands all over my body. God I can’t wait. Imagine watching it from over there where you’ll be sitting. His big black hands running all over me. Imagine it cuck. Me cucking you. Carl cucking you. Imagine his mouth all over me. Imagine him sucking my tits into his big mouth. Can you? Omg I can. I can’t wait. I have thought about it for so long. Imagine his tongue inside my pussy. Can you? Omg. Imagine it baby … its going to feel so good.”

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