Cheaters Anonymous 2 (Patreon)

It didn’t take long for them to realize they had the same man in common, but as far as they were concerned, that only sweetened the pot. They both knew him to be a rather callous sort, uncaring of their fidelity, perfectly willing to use them however would sate himself. They went to Cannon together and laid out their plan.

“You really are such sluts that you can’t just be faithful—you have to get off even on being cuckolded,” he said, with a sneer both amused and disdainful.

Diane and Greta were too street-smart to defend themselves. They exchanged a glance and wordlessly agreed for Diane to take the lead. She cozied up to Cannon, reaching down to curl her fingers around the bulge of his manhood.

“We really do want to change,” she whispered. “Both of us. We just need a little… well… a little help. And you’re free to enjoy yourself as much as you want to. You would enjoy yourself, wouldn’t you? With two women? One after the other?”

“Yeah, I would,” Cannon said darkly.

It should’ve worried Diane—she should’ve remembered Weasel’s words about how the old Cannon would’ve dealt with her using a quart of booze and a car going over a cliff. But nostalgia made her remember his roughness only as a positive.

It was far easier to recall how good he’d been to her than all their jabs at each other after he’d realized she was stepping out on Bill to be with him.

Cannon looked at Greta, utterly ignoring Diane despite his dick being in her hand. It puzzled Diane, because he was hard as a rock and throbbing with a racing, rageful beat. She didn’t know how a man so turned on could otherwise be such a statue; anyone else would’ve been fucking her by now with the hard, thick erection she was handling.

“I’m going to handcuff you,” he told the other woman. “All you’ll be allowed to do while we cheat on you is watch.”

“And what if I scream?” Greta asked, not at all intimidated by his kinkiness. Like Diane, she’d developed a taste for it, not just during their affair, but in the reminiscing aftermath. “Don’t you think you ought to gag me?”

“If you scream,” Cannon said in a calm, yet brusque tone. “I’ll slap the shit out of you.”

Greta shuddered. She could feel it working. Already she was disliking the thought of Cannon fucking Diane when she could be giving him sex just as rough as he wanted.

A rough shove deposited her on the bed. Cannon worked open the drawer of the nightstand and took out a pair of handcuffs. Greta offered her hands, but he callously jerked them against the headboard and cuffed them through the brass bars, one by one.

Wanting to keep Cannon as ready for a good hard fuck as he had been, Diane dropped to her knees before him and unzipped his fly. Her deliciously moist lips parted. She took his knob into her warm mouth even as he tightened the cuffs around Greta’s wrists. Cannon showed no sign of distraction, precisely locking the cuffs on Greta so they didn’t cut into her skin, but still left no opportunity to wiggle free.

Diane wrapped her tongue around his glans, feeling his seething pulse as she sucked. She took more and more of his rapidly growing length into her mouth, though her tongue had to back off—he was thick enough to fill her from her palate to her mandible. Her tongue couldn’t span that massive girth.

The flaring tip of his erection soon nudged the back of her throat, utterly filling her mouth with throbbing flesh to lick and suck, touching her tongue wherever she could reach on his delicious meat.

While Diane feverishly sucked him off, getting only droplets of precum for a reward, Cannon reached down to Greta and fingered her pussy. He found it hotly ready, aroused from the rough treatment that had left her handcuffed. Worming a thick finger into her cunt, he stroked inside Greta until his digit was coated with her juices—even more spilling out past her mons to drain between her buttocks and dampen her unzipped shorts.

The harder Diane throated his cock, the faster Cannon fingered Greta’s little slot. With her warm juices flowing out, Cannon used his other hand to massage them into her pubic thatch and the taut muscle of her thighs.

Diane’s lips sucked and pulled on his thick endowment, trying to pull his attention off of his other lover, but she only made him more fervent in his assault on Greta, who writhed around to the limits of the cuffs’ leashing as he oiled all her lower body with her own cream.

Diane hadn’t known Greta was so passionate with the man. She wondered if Cannon’s technique was as effective as Greta’s response would indicate or if the woman was getting off on having a third person involved, sucking off her man even as he pleasured her.

Vindictively, Diane pulled her mouth back. Cannon’s thick cock came out of it like a sword unsheathed, so hard she knew he had to use it. She also knew that she had to get it inside her before he turned it on Greta. She wouldn’t let that bitch get what she wanted most.

“God, that prick tastes good,” she crooned, licking her lips as she came to her feet next to Cannon.

“As good as the man you cheated on Weasel with?” he asked casually.

“What do you mean?” Diane gasped, standing straight up out of her coy slouch.

“Don’t play games,” Cannon told her, his eyes snapping with anger even though his voice was perfectly controlled. “You think he didn’t tell me what a rotten bitch you were? His cock wasn’t good enough for you and neither was mine—not even Bill’s. Well, since you clearly weren’t satisfied by the nice sweet lays I used to give you, now I’ll really let you have it. But not in the same hole those other fuckers used.”

Diane just stared at him, too stunned to say a word. He thrust her down onto her belly, right beside Greta on the bed.

“Your little ass is getting screwed,” Cannon explained, his face finally showing some emotion in a lewd grin. “I’m putting it up your hole and not stopping until I get to your blonde scalp.”

“You wouldn’t!” Greta gasped, as shocked as Diane was.

“I would,” Cannon promised her. “And you’re next. You want to learn not to cheat? I’ll teach you both. You’ll beg to be good little housewives by the time I’m done with you—I’m going to do things that Bill and old Schneider couldn’t even dream of. We’ll see if you’re big enough whores to enjoy it before you’re split wide open.”

Diane was still speechless. Greta spoke for her. “Don’t you dare! We’ll call the police!”

“Go ahead!” he snapped. “Even they won’t want you after they see how your ass gapes open. They’ll know you’re not getting anymore fucked than you already are.” And he started rubbing Diane’s soft buttocks with his brutally strong hands. “Since you haven’t gotten enough cock from spreading for every son of a bitch in town, I’ll show you how it feels to really be fucked. When I’m finished with you, you’ll know what it is you were looking for, unzipping every fly you can find!”

Diane quailed at his strong words. Not the threat of them, because she knew this roughness was exactly what she’d gotten from him before and come for more of. But the sheer forcefulness he put into his speech, without ever bellowing or even raising his voice.

A sharp shudder raced from her head to her toes. She knew there was nothing she could do to stop him from fucking her any way he wished. She didn’t know if she could take the pain. But there was a strange comfort in how certain it all was.

His hands ran lasciviously over her trembling buttocks. She shuddered from his knowing touch. He knew just how to arouse her… how to make her sting with need… Cannon knew exactly the limits he would be pushing.

“Please, Cannon,” she gasped, wanting more of the chill comfort that came with the certainness of his dominance. “You can have any hole but that one—”

“Don’t bother begging. Put your energy into trying to enjoy it,” he told her, making Diane swoon with how little control she had over him. “Any bitch who sleeps around as much as you should be ready for a little variety.”

“You’re no man!” Greta shouted at him. “You’re a filthy animal!”

“I know. That’s what made you come,” he snarled, grabbing a pillow and thrusting it in Greta’s face. It was overstuffed enough that she couldn’t easily dislodge it, making it a good gag and blindfold.

Then he had Diane by the hair, forcing her face down to the mattress.