Breaking Lauren

This story is loosely based on a real life forced-sex fantasy between three consenting adults. It contains themes of CNC, interracial sex, and cuckolding. This is an adapted version of a story I had previously published. This version does a better job of protecting the innocent, and guilty 🙂

Big thanks to ami_girl for her editing help!

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My first wife, Lauren, was everything I thought I wanted in a partner. She had a petite athletic frame, but with curves where they counted. Long red hair and memorizing blue eyes, smart and funny, I fell for her hard. I am older than her by a few years, and by the time we met I had been sexually dominant for well over a decade. She was inexperienced, but oozed a naturally submissive sexuality that I so craved in a partner.

She was shy and reserved when we first started dating. Bringing her along slowly, I first introduced her to rough fucking and light bondage. It was like throwing gasoline on the spark of her submission she had kept repressed for a long time. Soon we moved on to humiliation and role play, all of which she took to immediately. Through those months we moved from a nervous couple exploring each other’s kinks to a full Dominant/submissive relationship. By the time we were married, I completely owned her. Or thought I did, at least.

As in any successful D/s relationship, the more we grew together the more we learned about each other’s sexuality and fantasies. Eventually, she told me about a very intense forced fantasy that she played over and over in her head. This fantasy was based on some very real experiences from her past, which she also shared with me. While I will not get into details of the fantasy here, at its core was her desire to be used, overwhelmed, and sexually “broken.” We roleplayed her fantasy several times and, while those play sessions were super hot, I could tell there was an edge missing. We talked a lot about it, and both came to the conclusion that I was likely not going to be able to provide her the edge she needed to really confront the core of her fantasy. While I was often very rough and hard on her, there were limits that either of us could do to someone we loved. We had shared our bed on three occasions before, twice with another woman and once with another man. We had both enjoyed each of these encounters, so I proposed that we find someone to help intensify her forced fantasy.

Yes, I am the one that opened the door to this whole thing…

Mike was someone I had known for a while through an online group for Chicago Dominants. Although he was younger than both of us, he seemed like he would be respectful of the delicate fantasy we were looking for and I thought he would be a good fit for Lauren’s fantasy. Although we had threesomes before, she was at first reluctant to have a stranger be part of something as intimate as this particular fantasy. But, she recognized that our role plays were not enough for her, and maybe having someone else play the part of her attacker would do the trick.

The three of us chatted online a few times to get to know each other better. It went really well, Mike was patient and kind to Lauren as she opened up about why she desired this role play so much and what she wanted from it. As a next step, we met for coffee a few weeks after we first approached Mike with the idea. He was even more handsome and sexy in person. A tall Black man, Mike was clearly in shape, his muscles rippling through his tight shirt. I’m 6’1″, and he was a few inches taller than me. His handshake was firm and his smile disarming. He also had this air of self confidence that was as impressive as it was sexy. I could tell instantly that Lauren was attracted to him. I mean, of course she was, he was a god! The awkwardness inherent in three people meeting about a rape play dissolved very quickly and we made further plans.

Mike already knew the general outline of Lauren’s fantasy, and we didn’t want to lose any spontaneity by over planning. It was decided that Mike would come over the following Saturday for the roleplay, with Mike playing the attacker. Lauren and I were planning on taking the day before off work so we could play and have her nice and ready for him. The plan sounded good to everyone, and Mike gave Lauren a hug and soft kiss, telling her he was excited to see her again in a week.

That week dragged from both the excitement and the nervousness. Picturing the two of them together was so hot to me. I am sure at the end of this story, many of you will think I was an idiot for letting this younger, handsome man into our sex life. You would be correct, of course, but at that time I was confident in our marriage and that I was her one and only Dom.

If I was excited, Lauren was barely able to contain herself. We decided that she could not cum for any reason before Mike arrived. I had put her through orgasm denial before, but this week was almost impossible for her. Her mind was torn between thinking of this incredibly sexy man coming to fuck her, and finally being able to have the forced roleplay she had been fantasizing about for years. She could hardly stand it.

Friday, our Pre-Mike play-day, finally came. I designated it a “worship day,” which for us meant she was to spend her day worshipping her Master. She had to follow three simple rules all day:

1) Wear only panties and a thin camisole, her “uniform”

2) Always be below my waist, which most of the time put her on her knees

3) Always be ready to worship my cock and balls

I usually edged her for hours while acting indifferent at the same time. In this case I was planning to edge her without relief until Mike came over the following day. I figured that would get her good and ready for him. We played from late morning until evening. I periodically played with her pussy and ass, made her suck my cock, and did breath-play all while watching TV and sipping Scotch. I had to be more careful than usual to ensure she did not cum. Her panties had soaked through completely within the first hour of us playing. Wetness was streaming down her legs by hour two. This was always the hottest game we played, and the anticipation of her finally getting her fantasy fulfilled made this day the hottest yet. We were both out of our minds with lust, both of us dancing on the edge.

Around the time darkness fell there was a knock at the front door. Our TV room/worship palace is in our finished basement, so I went up to investigate the knock, and there he was. Confused, I let him in and instantly knew something was off. Mike had a totally different demeanor than when we met the weekend before. He was calm, but there was an undeniable fire just below the surface.

“Where is she?” He demanded, and I mean demanded, his voice a low growl.

“Oh, um, hi bud,” I stammered, still utterly confused. “I thought we were going to do this tomorrow?”

I was just wearing some thin running shorts that were not doing a good job at all hiding the boner from my worship-play. Glancing down, he saw my full erection. A smile crept across his face, but not the disarming variety he had in the coffee shop. This was the smile of a predator knowing he was about to get his prey.

“Where the fuck is she?” He asked again, this time through clenched teeth.

“Downstairs.” I stammered, the only answer that would come to me.

He blew past me and went down the stairs with me following closely behind. I distinctly remember my cock bouncing in my shorts as I went down the stairs. Lauren was still on the floor in her worshipping position and was startled when he appeared. She could instantly tell by my expression that this was not of my planning, and that I was as surprised as she was. She stammered something and scooted in a corner by the couch. She was so exposed, dressed like that, her panties soaked through. On her knees.

He didn’t say a word and began to take his clothes off. His defined abs and big arms were exposed as he took off his sweatshirt. The bulge in his sweatpants was revealed as he pulled them off and his huge, beautiful cock hung free. It was by far the biggest I had ever seen in person and close to the biggest I had seen, period. I’ve been told I am on the big side, but his flaccid cock was bigger than I was hard. And I was hard as fuck at that moment, watching this play out before me.

She stared at his body, his cock. She again tried to say something but only a quiet whimper came out.

“If you want to see what it is like to be forced, forced and broken by a real fucking man, I’ll fucking show you, but it will be how I want to do it, not you. And it will be done NOW.” He said, again in a low growl before finishing in a forceful yell.

She remained in her ball, trying to process what he was saying. Trying to decide what to do. She looked at me, but I had nothing to say. I could not think. I could not do anything. She looked back at him and he was now stroking his huge cock, making it harder and harder with each second that passed, with each stroke.

“Only going to ask once, Lauren, do you want to be broken, or not.” He said, shaking his amazing cock in her direction.

She slowly nodded. He smiled.

He snapped his fingers at her. Just like you would a dog. She looked confused. He snapped again and she crawled over to him. Like a dog. He lifted his dick, exposing his giant balls. Without a word she started worshipping them, just like she had mine only moments before. But now she was moaning as she did it. His cock grew even harder and bigger in his hand as she gently licked his balls. This went on for a while until he suddenly pushed her down to the floor on her back, still confused and scared but literally shaking from arousal. He roughly removed her saturated panties and threw them against the wall where they made a wet slapping sound. In one motion he mounted her missionary style and entered her soaked cunt. He thrusted into her so hard, almost completely pulling out before shoving as much as would fit back into her cunt. He placed one hand on the side of her face and pushed the other side into the carpet, already in complete control of her. After only three or four thrusts she came. Hard. Incredibly hard. The build up of the last week rushing out in uncontrolled ecstasy, silently screaming as he just kept fucking. The muscles on his side and back flexed in time as he pounded her into the floor without mercy. Finally he tensed and grunted as he pumped her pussy full of his seed. He was as far in as he could go as he sprayed the back of her cunt. No one in that room was concerned that he was not wearing a condom as he purposely filled her.

He stayed in her, rocking his cock, as they lay there. He kissed her, deeply, roughly. The way he did it was almost more of a violation of our marriage and D/s relationship than filling her with his seed. At first I thought the rocking was to drive more cum into her, but he was getting hard again. Already getting hard…again.

When he was fully engorged he gave her two or three more hard thrusts with the full length of his cock, then got off of her, his cock making a popping noise as it left her cunt. He sat on the couch and whistled her over to him. Again she crawled without being told. He placed his two large hands on either side of her head and forced her down on him, his cock down her throat. His member was as thick as her forearm and she struggled to even get it past her lips, but now that he had taken her cunt he would not be denied her throat as well. He roughly bobbed her head up and down on his cock. She was not even able to take a quarter of his length, but that did not stop him from trying to go deeper, or her to desperately try to take more. Our basement was filled with the sounds of her gagging and choking, of being force fed this monster BBC. It was less a blow job and more him masturbating with her skull.

He pulled her up by her hair so she was on the couch straddling his cock, which was now standing straight up, hard as steel and glistening from her spit.

“Ride me,” he commanded.

She did as told, slowly lowering herself onto his meat. Already tender from his size, she ground into him and was soon riding him hard, impaling herself on his meat. She was desperate to be filled with him. He pulled her camisole off and watched her ride him, watched her tits bounce, her open mouth.

“Look at me.”

They locked eyes as she continued to ride his. She couldn’t take it all, bottoming out with a few inches left. She was creaming all over, a thick white icing covering his cock and dripping from his balls. I had never seen her do this before. She came again, collapsing on his hard body and screaming into his shoulder. He used her hair to pull her off of his cock and bent her over the seat part of the couch, her knees on the floor. Not giving her even a moment to recover, he straddled her and rammed his cock into her again, pile-driving her cunt. Another orgasm took her as she squirted all over the cushion and floor. He fucked her like this until he came again, as deep as he could go, blasting the walls of her cunt just like before.

He stood up, his cock still hard and covered with her cream and cum and his nut. He spanked her once, hard, leaving a huge handprint on her ass. He looked me in the eyes.

“This cunt is mine now,” gesturing to Lauren still bent over the couch leaking cum, his hand print glowing red

It was like I was in a trance and not really aware he was talking to me. I just looked at him, still in shock at what was happening in front of me, I guess.

“I said, this cunt is MINE now!” He said with authority.

I honestly did not know what to do or say here. This was supposed to be a fantasy, a role play. But Mike decided he was not going to follow the script. Neither was Lauren. I was the odd man out, still wanting to cling to my Dom role, all while I felt it quickly slipping away. I looked at Lauren for some guidance, but all I saw was her still bent over the couch, her cunt leaking his seed. I guess that was my answer.

Mike was still locked onto my eyes, waiting for me to accept his statement.

All I could muster was a nod.

“May I go pee, Master?” She meekly asked, having gathered herself enough to move to her knees in front of the couch.

I turned to her to answer, but realized it was him she was asking. Looking back on it now, I realize that this moment was the turning point. The back to back acknowledgment by both Lauren and I. Just like that, he was her Master now.

“Clean up your mess first,” he said, gesturing to his cream covered still semi-hard cock.

She again crawled on her hands and knees to him and he made her lick his cock and balls clean of the thick white mixture that still dripped from them. She did so, slowly, swallowing it all. Although he was now clean and she still had to pee, he was clearly not ready to give her mouth back to her yet. He roughly took control and started fucking her skull again. From this angle I could see even better, see her struggle to get her mouth wide enough to fit his massive cock, see him pistoning in and out of her mouth, her throat bulging and think drool rolling out the corners of her mouth with each thrust. This lasted a while as she was struggling, and failing, to keep herself from puking. Finally he pulled out, it seemed like it took forever for him to remove inch by hard inch from her mouth, and came all over her face and hair. He came so hard, each squirt blasting her face. After he finally finished dumping what seemed like a gallon of cum on her, he smeared his seed into her face and hair, making her release a loud moan at the abject humiliation. He pulled her up by her cum infused hair and gave her another deep, violating kiss.

We went upstairs to the main floor bathroom so she could finally pee. After just taking a pounding from a bull with twice as much cock and four times the stamina as her husband, she could barely walk, even with him guiding her by the hair. She was already fucked stupid. Her head spinning as his seed ran down her thighs and face, dripping onto her chest. She went into the bathroom and sat/fell onto the toilet.

“Where is your bedroom,” he asked me.

“Um, the guest room is right there,” I said.

“I asked where YOUR fucking bedroom was,” he said with annoyance.

The plan was for him them to fuck in the guest room. Even though it had already been established that the plan clearly didn’t matter shit to him, it was still too much for me at that point to have him defile her on our marriage bed. If I was still any sort of Dom, this was the moment to prove it.

“Can’t you use the guest room instead?” my authoritative voice quickly breaking down into a mere question.

“I’ll fuck my cunt wherever the fuck I want to!” he said, his voice now tinged with anger at my insolence.

To prove this statement he went into the bathroom and shoved his semi-hard cock back into her mouth. Even though he was not fully hard again yet, she still gagged loudly as he slowly but firmly fucked Lauren’s face, her pee hitting the water harder each time his cock rammed against the back of her throat. Not satisfied that I yet fully understood who was running this family now, he pulled her off the toilet, bent her over right in front of me, and gave her pussy a brief but intense pounding. His fingers pulled back the corners of her mouth as he used her cunt, guttural, animalistic sounds escaping her throat.

“Where’s your fucking bedroom,” he asked again as he pounded.

She tried to answer him, but with her mouth stretched all that came out was nonsense. Regardless, she was not the one he was asking… I pointed up the stairs across from the bathroom.

“Good boy,” he said, humiliatingly, as he led her again by the hair up the stairs.

I stood there for a moment, not believing what was happening. He just walked in here and took my wife. My sub. And now he’s going to violate our marriage bed? I have completely lost control of the situation, and it felt like I was, or already had, lost my once complete control over my wife. I took a step toward my phone to call the police to get him out of here, but then I heard him start fucking her again. My desire to watch him take her more, to see his beautiful cock rip into her even deeper, to watch him use her up, was so much greater than my desire to retain my domination over her. I mindlessly went upstairs, each step a journey further away from my dominant nature and closer to my new role as Mike’s cuckold.

She was on her back on the bed and he was standing, his hands on the back of her knees, forcing them up to her shoulders. She was a runner and did yoga, but I didn’t realize she was this flexible. Damn near folded in half, her cunt could not have been more open and vulnerable to his cock. I sat down in a chair directly behind them. From here I could see that his huge (10 inches? More?) cock was now fully buried in her. Something inside her had been fucked away. He had busted her out to the point that now she fit only him. The vague question of why I was so turned on by that bounced around in my head. He had to be so deep in her guts now, against her belly, way deeper than I had ever been. She made a low “uh, uh” noise that was a mix of pure ecstasy and utter exhaustion. I’m pretty sure at this point she was constantly cumming, one wave crashing upon the next. He came again, grunting loudly with each spasm of his cock.

As I watched him fill her cunt yet again, the thought suddenly hit me: ‘my fucking god, he’s breeding her.’ I barely had time to take my dick out of my shorts before I came uselessly on the floor.

He gave her another deep, violating tongue kiss before rolling off onto his back. There was no slurpy pop from her cunt as his cock left her this time, just a river of their cum. Her legs flopped down to a normal position and she lay there, still and limp. Lauren had always been a very active participant when we fucked. Laughing, talking dirty, riding me… But this…this version of Lauren, His Lauren, was completely different. All she could do was just take him, take his cock, take his aggression, his humiliation, his complete and utter domination of her. She was his boneless, overwhelmed fuck toy.