The First Throne

Nancy stood at the foot of the bed, her fingers twisting the hem of her silk robe as she looked down at Travis. He was already bound, wrists and ankles secured to the sturdy posts with soft leather cuffs she had bought online two weeks ago. His chest rose and fell in shallow breaths, eyes wide but trusting in that quiet, devoted way that had once made her heart ache. Now it only made the guilt twist sharper in her stomach.

"Travis," she said, voice low and uneven. "I need to tell you something before he gets here. Something important." She swallowed, forcing the words out. "This isn't just about him fucking me tonight. Aldrin has this idea. A ritual he calls BBC Throne Training. It means I sit on your face while he takes me. Full weight. You stay under me the whole time. I only lift enough to let you breathe when I come."

Travis's throat worked. "Nancy, that's... that's not something we talked about. I thought tonight was just watching. Maybe touching you after."

"I know," she whispered, climbing onto the mattress and straddling his hips without settling her weight yet. Her plush ass hovered inches above his stomach. "But I can't stop thinking about it. About how small you feel inside me compared to him. About how much I need to feel that control. He says the training will make it real. Make it permanent." Her hands trembled as she reached down and stroked his cheek. "You can still say no. I'll untie you right now."

He didn't say no. His cock twitched against her thigh, already half-hard despite the fear in his eyes. Nancy felt a sick thrill at that reaction and hated herself for it.

She shifted forward, knees planted on either side of his head. The robe fell open, revealing the soft curve of her belly and the dark triangle of hair between her legs. "I'm going to lower down now. Just a little. Get used to the feeling."

Travis's breath hitched as her wide hips descended. The first contact was tentative, her ass cheeks brushing his cheeks, the heat of her pussy hovering just above his mouth. She could feel every exhale against her folds. It made her clit throb even though nothing had happened yet.

"Deeper," she murmured, more to herself than to him. She let another inch of weight settle. His nose pressed between her cheeks. Air became harder for him to draw. Nancy's pulse raced at the power of it, at the way his body jerked beneath her in instinctive protest. She lifted immediately, chest heaving. "God, that already feels different. Wrong. But good wrong."

A knock sounded at the front door. Aldrin. Nancy's stomach flipped with nervous excitement. She climbed off Travis, robe still open, and padded barefoot to answer. When she returned, Aldrin filled the doorway behind her, tall and broad-shouldered, his dark skin gleaming under the bedroom light. He carried himself like he already owned the room.

"Look at that," Aldrin said, voice smooth and commanding as he took in Travis bound and exposed on the bed. "Wife's got you ready for me already. Good boy." He stepped closer and ran a large hand down Nancy's back, cupping one full breast through the robe. "You nervous, queen?"

Nancy nodded, leaning into his touch. "A little. I told him. About the training."

Aldrin smiled, slow and predatory. "Then let's not waste time." He guided her back to the bed and helped her climb over Travis again. This time she faced Aldrin, her back to Travis's head. "Sit. Full weight. Let him feel what he's giving up."

She hesitated only a second before lowering. Travis's face disappeared completely beneath the plush swell of her ass. His muffled exhale vibrated against her pussy. Nancy gasped at the sensation, at how completely she smothered him. Aldrin watched with approval, already unbuckling his belt.

"That's it," Aldrin murmured, freeing his thick cock. It hung heavy and dark between his thighs, far larger than anything Travis could offer. "Grind a little. Get him used to the taste of what's mine now."

Nancy rocked her hips experimentally. The movement dragged her wet folds across Travis's mouth and nose. She felt him struggle for air, felt his tongue twitch involuntarily against her. Shame and arousal warred inside her, but the arousal was winning. Aldrin stroked himself to full hardness, the sight making her clench.

"Now," Aldrin said, gripping her hips and lining himself up. "I'm going to fuck you while you sit on his face. First time he gets the full throne. Don't lift until you come."

The blunt head of Aldrin's cock pressed against her entrance. Nancy moaned as he pushed inside, stretching her in one slow, relentless thrust. The fullness was overwhelming. She sank lower on Travis's face without thinking, smothering him completely as Aldrin bottomed out. Travis's body bucked beneath her. His desperate gasps for breath came in tiny, frantic bursts against her soaked skin.

Aldrin began to move. Each deep stroke rocked Nancy forward, grinding her harder onto Travis's trapped face. Wet sounds filled the room, the slap of Aldrin's heavy balls against her, the slick drag of his cock inside her. Travis's nose was buried between her cheeks, his mouth sealed against her pussy. Every time Aldrin thrust deep, Nancy's weight shifted and Travis's air cut off completely.

"That's right," Aldrin growled, hands tightening on her hips. "Feel that? Your wife's dripping all over your husband's face while I stretch her open. First orgasm on the throne, Nancy. Don't fight it."

Nancy's thighs trembled. The combination of Aldrin's massive cock pounding into her and the intoxicating power of smothering Travis pushed her higher faster than she expected. She could hear Travis's muffled whimpers, feel the frantic flutter of his tongue as he fought for any scrap of air. It only made her wetter. Her first climax crashed through her without warning. Her whole body shuddered, ass clenching around Travis's face as she came hard on Aldrin's cock. In that moment of release she lifted just enough for Travis to drag in a ragged, desperate breath before she settled again, riding out the aftershocks.

Aldrin didn't stop. He kept fucking her through it, slower now, letting her feel every inch. Nancy looked down between her legs at the glistening length sliding in and out of her, knowing Travis could see nothing but feel everything. The wet mess of her orgasm dripped down onto his chin and neck.

"Again," Aldrin ordered, voice calm and certain. "We're just getting started with your training, queen."

Nancy bit her lip, already rocking her hips in time with his thrusts. The guilt was still there, sharp and hot, but it was drowning beneath the rush of power and pleasure. Travis's next breath would come only when she decided. And she wasn't ready to give it to him yet.