Tyler Knight

Today is a cuckold sex scene day. These are scenes where the husband watches as you bang the wife. Often times insults are hurled at the hubby. The humiliation factor is important. The studio this is for shoots me regularly and I get a gig a month from them in their more tame movies. They focus on niche markets including scenes where the male talent is dressed in diapers and a baby bonnet with a huge pacifier in his mouth. The “Mom” then shoves a huge milk bottle up his ass. I always know what the scenario is before I ever step on set but there is always an element of “Surprise motherfucker!” to this studio’s sets.

I am a real estate agent showing million dollar homes to a young couple. The girl is a freshly turned 18-year-old blonde Tara Lynn Fox, and the guy playing the hubby is some guy the studio probably got off Craigslist of something. Something is off about him but I can’t quite put my finger on it. I notice he is almost as pretty as the girl. Eh, whatever.

So I am showing the living room to the couple and the hubby has to go out to take a phone call. This is Tara’s cue to put the moves on me and close a little side deal. Cheesy dialogue which consists of me fighting off her advances for about 20 seconds, and she is chugging cock. Hubby comes back into the house and is supposed to be pissed. Except…

If I did not know any better, I’d say this guy is getting turned on. He is supposed to be yelling at us. Did this guy read the script?
Tara commands hubby to sit down and watch how a real man fucks her. This is where the script calls for hubby to be conflicted with being offended yet turned on.

This guy is an AMAZING actor. Goddamn he is brilliant!

I call him a “fucking looser” and tell him to fix me a drink while I fuck his wife which he does. Tara, now bouncing me cowgirl tells him to fold my pants. He does so not begrudgingly as planned. He is folding my clothes almost…lovingly?

Something ain’t right…

Aside from slight deviations from the hubby everything is going to plan…yet…something is amiss. At this point the hubby is commanded to take off his clothes and stroke his dick while he watches the sex. Every guy we hire to play the hubby has a small dick for the humiliation and comparison factor. They are getting insulted, humiliated, and degraded. Husbands are always flaccid when the pants come off.

Hubby takes off his pants…. and unleashes a veiny purple beast! ROCK FUCKING HARD!

Hubby strokes his cock (this takes two hands) and is looking at ME!

Sound the alarms!

As if by perverse plan of a higher entity Tara gets air time on an up stoke, and my cock pops out of her. She is still straddling me.

Tara: (to Tyler) Hurry! Stick it back in me!

I have never seen anyone move so fast. Hubby races across the room, hands outstretched, purple cock and all…reaching for my dick!

Abort! Abort!

Tara has me in full mount pinning me to the sofa. The one fucking time jiu jitsu should help me in real life. It doesn’t because I am too stunned by my ill turn of fortune to move. I tell my arms to fling Tara off of me. I command my legs to work. I beg my mouth to speak so that I can tell Hubby to stop. Nothing happens.

In the moment of truth I choke.

The next series of events I do not see. I feel them.

First, a course palm makes contact,

GAAAA…

as calloused strong fingers wrap around my shaft

…AAAAAA…

gripping tight.

…AAAAAAA…

Man hand

…AAAAAAA…

guides my cock

…AAAAA…

into Tara’s vagina.

…AAAAAHHHHHHH!

Tara, not missing a beat resumes bouncing on my dick.

Tyler: STOP!

I throw Tara off me and stand up on the sofa.

My eyes dart wildly between Greg the director, Ryan the production manager, Tara, and the purple cocked Hubby.

Silence.

The camera is rolling.

The sensation of Man Hand on my dick won’t fucking go away. My mind is caught in infinite loop so the emergency primal responses kick in. I feel my body moving toward Hubby in rage.

Camera still rolling.

I am intent on smiting him where he stands. Nobody moves to stop me.

I feel the surge of blood with each beat of Hubby’s heart, surging past my prying fingers on his trachea. Each pulse comes later than the one preceding it. Fainter.

Fainter…

My foot anchored on Hubby’s chest for leverage, as I give the throat a triumphant rip.

I close my eyes, smiling in ecstasy as the sensation of warm blood spritzes my face, trickling hot down my cheek …

Greg: Tyler, are you crying?
Ryan(making zero attempt to hide his amusement): Ha-ha-ha-ha… I’m… ha-ha sorry Ty. We shot him in a Bi sex scene last week and we forgot to tell him this is a straight scene. BWA-ha-ha-ha!

You fucking assholes! You didn’t forget…you thought it would be funny!

Camera still rolling. Tara is absently playing with her pussy. Disinterested in the turn of events.

Hubby: Hey, I’m so sorry man. It was an honest mistake…they didn’t tell me you were straight.

Tyler: Greg? Could you cut the camera please?
Greg: Sure thing Ty. *snicker*
Tyler: I’m going to take a walk outside. While I am gone I would really appreciate if you have a talk with Hubby, OK?

When I come back to set Hubby is sitting in a chair looking guilty. Ryan is still trying to suppress a chuckle or two. I finish the scene.

Tyler: I trust this will all be edited out?
Ryan (smirking): This never happened Ty.

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