Confession time. I am working on a new book about a newly formed world of Cum Harvesting Women. I will share some along the way with you all. Enjoy.

ONE – CUM HARVEST

Standing in the window, Gypsy watched the whole show unfold in front of her. A man on his knees holding a box out to the gasping woman in front of him. She could almost here the screams of happiness coming from the girl. Holding the coffee cup to her lips, she snickered into the warm fluid. In what should have been the happiest moment of someone’s life, Gypsy found humor.

“Oh God, the man of my dreams,” Gypsy laughed.

Cynical by nature, she knew that in time the woman would understand what would become of her. Another female lost to promises of a wonderful life. Granted, he looked well to do, but there was so much more to life. That’s why Gypsy started the Harvest. A secret society of women that travel the world to take the seed of potent men. If they were to make a change, the would need to create their own clan. Dominate women and sub-servant men. Breeding their own inhabitants to form the perfect world for female domination.

As she watched the man take his ring and place it on the woman, a sigh rolled from within. She would need to save this girl before anything else. Give her the life that she deserved. That’s how it all began. The day she decided to arm other females with the gift of grifting. To swindle something small without the owner knowing or worrying because to them, it was needless.

Without forethought, Gypsy placed the cup in the counter softly. She was on a mission to save this female. Sitting on her bed was the only thing she would need. A dress so tight that some would say it came from the contents of a spray can, a pair of pantyhose, and her trademark red stilettos. Five inches from the stem to the base, it allowed her already tall stature to almost resemble a Giantess. Most women didn’t realize the power behind those shoes. A feeble minded man will drop to his knees and beg to be crushed beneath them for her pleasure alone. When she was done every woman on the planet would own an exact replica of her own.

As she watched her transformation in the mirror, no respectful woman would leave the house without her lips being tainted with her scarlet letter. Crimson red applied, she smacked her lips together in a satisfied smirk. There was work to be done, and before that happy couple left, she could make sure the job was complete. Flouncing her hair with the tips of her fingers, she was ready, but was he? Did it really matter? Not to a woman like Gypsy.

The walk was short on that crispy Autumn day. Living across from a family own pumpkin patch had its advantages. As a people watcher she spent many days cackling at the happy families that forged their way through the place. Holding her hand out as she crossed the highway, cars can to a screeching halt, but the heat of the glares only fueled her fire. She was one of those women who had a stage presence no matter where she set up her show. A horn blew in the distance, but that didn’t effect the dark hair seductress. She simple turned, a placed a finger to her lips to silence the rage behind the female driver.

“Stupid bitch, I am here to help you. Shut your fucking mouth before I fuck your husband in front of you,” Gypsy whispered. No one could hear her but the woman, but then again, that was the only one who needed to know her fate.

With the highway now silent, Gypsy sauntered her way into the patch, nodding to the older female at the gate. She knew the truth about the Witch, but her lips would forever remained sealed. Her husband once a stout old man now sat on top of a tractor with his shoulders slumped as he pulled children through the corn fields. One sarcastic moment took away his manhood and left him an impotent little drone. Not that his wife cared. She now had the perfect husband. Obedient and caring to her every want and need. The way the world should be. It’s a woman’s world and one by one men will understand that their existence depends on their submission.

Some women get attention, and others, they command it. When Gypsy walked through the holiday filled courtyard, her pulse never wavered. A steady 66, she was as cool as a cucumber. Confidence is the biggest aphrodisiac a person can own.

Gypsy waited for the man to be alone. His fiancé now headed to wait in a line for the restroom, it was time to go fishing. Soft footfalls of her heels on the concrete, the male turned, watching at the stunning Goddess moved in for the kill. Not literally, but his balls would never be the same after a visit with her.

“Wow, damn girl, you look good,” he said.

Smirking, the whole thing couldn’t be easier. If a man was 30 minutes into being engaged, should he act like a horny teen on prom night? No, but this man was showing his intelligence the moment he opened his mouth.

“I do, and thank you. The name is Gypsy. You are?” she asked.

“The man of your dreams,” he spoke.

God, he was pushing the nails into that coffin with each word he lied. This one wouldn’t be just for fun. It was quickly becoming personal. His girl needed to know how easy a man could be led down a path of destruction, and when she milked him from every drop of his seed, Gypsy would open her eyes to the venom of the snake.

Fluttering her lashes like a school girl, Gypsy moved closer, her hand slowly moving to his testicles, squeezing lightly, “I thought you would say that. How about you come back to my place and show me how to be a real woman?”

With a gentle tug, the beautiful Goddess began the milking, but not to drain, not yet at least. His undivided attention was all she sought for the moment. Once she had that, there would be nothing left but to milk every drop of cum from his balls and own another unsuspecting soul. His fiancé would thank her later.

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With the permission of a client, I am going to share his cuckold story. Well, part of it. I don’t know if even I could do this justice. No names used to protect my client. He knows who he is.

What is a cuckold? A man who encourages and excepts his significant other having sex with another man. There are many levels to this and each one is different. Some enjoy knowing that she is cheating, and others enjoy watching and participating. Either way, the woman is getting sexually satisfied by someone outside of their relationship. The degree of cuckold depends on the man and what he wants and enjoys. Each one is different.

Small penis? Does this define you as less of a man? I hope that you say no, but sadly for the majority of men out there they find themselves stuck in a cuckold world. For most it’s not the woman who can’t accept it, but the man. Boys are taught growing up that the size of their penis defines where they land on the sexual food chain. Little does most know, but they are not alone. So many try creams, pumps, and even hiding in the dark so no one can see. This can and will spiral you into a world that you may not recover from. Beware of what you ask for. Sometimes it will bite you in the ass.

A Cuckold Story.

Being well endowed was never a worry for him. He was small, but for the most part, women accepted that. Maybe it was his personality, or that he made up for his short comings with oral skills. When he found the perfect woman who loved him for who he was, he made the fatal mistake of asking her about her ex-boyfriends penis size. It was big, but that didn’t keep her with him. After being told to fuck him too many times, she did. Of course this was a turn on for the him because he got all the juicy details and loved that when she fucked him after, she couldn’t feel a thing.

Riddle me this, I grew thinking no man would ever want to be teased about their manhood?

It wasn’t that he wanted to be taunted, but that he wanted her to be happy. Sadly, most think that the only way to a woman’s heart is through their dick. Wrong! As a woman I have had all sizes and the shorter to average ones have always been the best.

The adventure lasted awhile, well, long enough for him to watch from the closet. He wanted to see his girlfriend in the act with another man. Jealousy can do strange things to men, but he was more mad that she fucked him with such intensity than being jealous. That’s where she thought his “Kink” ended, but not even close.

Settling into being married a few years, the itch began again. He wanted her to fuck someone else. This time when she agreed, she told him it would be different. It would be on her terms and not his. He agreed and that was his fatal mistake. Sometimes things should remain a fantasy. This was one of those times.

She met the perfect man in a bar, and after that, nothing was ever the same. She stopped intercourse with her husband, she spends most of her time in the arms of her lover, and she’s sexually satisfied. Not that she wasn’t with her husband, but he made sure to ruin that with the whispers of infidelity.

Where does he go from here?

There is no happy ending to this story, but there is a moral to it. Hold on tight to the one you love and cherish what you have, not what they had. The life of a cuckold can be exciting, but for some, it’s devastating. I adore my client and love spending time with him. I hope that if he ever finds love again that he never shares it with another man or woman. Love is to be treasured like a rare gem. Sometimes we only find it once in a lifetime.

Disclaimer: I had permission to write this story. No names or places were used.

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A cuckold isn’t such a nasty label, but could you watch? Are you man enough to listen to your woman fuck another man? Better than that, are you man enough to watch?

“I have a secret desire, but I don’t know how you will react,” he said.

“You know you can tell me anything, so why would you hold back now?” asking, her tone hurt.

Can you imagine having this conversation with your significant other? I couldn’t until I did a little self exploring in the world of voyeurism. I’ve always been the person who peeked out the window when I heard a loud noise, or watched from the porch as the neighbors fought. It might be wrong, but inside of all of us, we love to look into the twisted lives of others. How would you respond if your husband asked if he could watch you with another man? No, he is not a cuckold, but a simple voyeur who has always dreamed of seeing the woman he loves being stretched open by another man.

Imagine bringing another male into your bedroom, never telling him that the man whose ring you wear is hiding in the closet. His breathing is slow and steady, but his cock rock hard the moment he hears the voices. Peeking through the little slats in the door, all he can see is the other man and the massive bulge in his pants. His wife has touched no one else since the day they met, but tonight, she was going to be filled with the cum of another. Playing in his mind was, what if she got pregnant? How would they explain a child that looked nothing like him? God, this was such a turn on that his hand went to his pants and released his cock. He was stroking his cock, and his wife, well, she was on her knees gagging on the stranger.

Do you have what it takes to be a cuckold?

This scene played out in my mind the moment I heard the word voyeur. My mind travelled to the dark side, a place that I thought I escaped from long ago.

Bent over the bed, the woman’s eyes never left the closet. She knew he was watching, but did he enjoy what he asked for? When the male pushed the huge cock head against her velvet lips, did he stroke harder and wish he could lick it first? One stroke and he was inside of her. Their monogamous relationship ended with one thrust of a cock against her willing core. She screamed at the size. After all, he was much larger than her husband. Why downsize? The scent of the fuck filling the room. The man in the closet pressed his nose to the whitewashed slats, inhaling the scent of her pussy. It smells pungent when another man is inside of her. Almost unpleasant. Did they smell it, or was it just him?

That cum is not yours!

Perched against the door, the man pumped his dick with increasing fury. He was mad. Or was it that his wife was enjoying the cock of another more than she ever enjoyed him? He listened to his wife beg for it harder, deeper, and then she asked for the man to cum inside of her. God, he listened to his wife beg to be soiled so deep that she would never rid herself of the memories. At that moment, he hated and loved her more than he could ever imagine. She did all of this for him, and yet, he was crying in pain with every stroke of his cock. When she came, he came. They always came together even now. This time, though, the cum that ran down her legs was not his. It was the lover who tainted marital bed.

Would you do this? Can you imagine burying your face in the woman you love and cleaning her freshly fucked cunt? Now imagine that the cum is not your own! Does this make you a cuckold?

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