I’ve only gotten to see Scarlet a few times now, but I hope to again in the future. Scarlet is of course not here real name, but the one I have chosen for her. You see, Scarlet is an unfaithful slut. A dirty cheating whore who is cuckolding, without his knowledge, a sweet man, father, and provider whom she says she loves.
Does that make her a bad person? Yes. Does the she get off on the shame of how dirty she is being? Yes to that as well. Am I a bad person for doing it? Probably, but you know what you get with me, plus that’s her kink not mine.
Scarlet is without a doubt one of the biggest humiliation freaks I have played with. She was, at the time of the meeting, a lovely woman in her early 30’s with long light brown hair, brown eyes, and a curvy, but the thin side of curvy figure. I met her through one of the sites I post these on and assume she is going to read this there. Just think Scarlet, right now so many people are reading about what a cheating whore of a slut you are and getting horny to your antics. Do you think I will shock them with how deep you go down the hole?
Our third meeting is the one I am writing about first. Why? Because I lost the first bit and don’t want to rewrite it. Sue me.
Our third meeting was going to be extra special. You see, we had only played when I was in her city and her husband was out of town on business, but we had also only played at my hotel. For our third meeting, she had taken her children to her in laws and I was going to her house.
For a dripping whore she is clever, wary of being caught. Early that night she had face timed her husband and had him show her the view out the window so she could see the city. So she knew he would not be home to surprise her early and catch her.
She answered the door in a tatty robe and looked so nervous and worried. Nothing like the confident slut that had walked into my hotel rooms.
I paused as i shut the door. I was supposed to come in hard and dominant, but while I can be an asshole, I do understand that this sort of thing is only fun when both are into it. I asked if she was ok, if she had changed he’d mind.
“Oh no,” she blurted, looking worried, “it’s just, I haven’t taken a risk like cheating at home in a long time.” Cheating, no euphemism to feel better about herself. She blushed and looked away, but I could tell that either her sluttiness was taking over or a simple question showing I cared was putting her at ease. “And what we’ve talked about doing tonight. It’s just so.” Her eyes on the ground. “Sir, its just so fucked up.”
I smiled and said, “then lets begin.”
There was no plan for the night, but a list of ideas. Humiliating experiences that she had asked for or agreed to with enthusiasm. Technically there was also a punishment list, but she had made it clear she didn’t want that. She wanted to be the good little harlot, for me at least.
“Who bought you that,” I asked, motioning to the robe.
She licked her lips. “My husband sir.”
I tried to make my voice teasing and sexy, “what is that, some sort of symbolism?” I asked. “Your husband being the last layer between you and exposure as a slut?”
She looked up, smiling and stuck her tongue out at me before looking down again.
“Take it off,” I said, “we both know your nude under that and you can’t hide your shame from me.”
She slid the robe off and she was indeed naked. Her breasts were lovely and large. Maybe just a bit too big for her frame and showing some of the inevitable wear of age. It is only to be accepted and appreciated, not mocked. Lovely still and lovelier than many others I have seen around her age. She was shaved, I think freshly so and I could already see that she was opening a bit with arousal.
We were still in the hall and I moved to the door.
“Should I open it?” I asked? This was an apartment complex. I was guessing maybe 20-30 units on this floor. “Do you neighbors know that you are a wanton adulterer? That your husband is a cuck?”
“No,” she said, “Please no, I will do anything.”
I snorted. Scarlet, your acting is not amazing.
“I can hear how fucking horny that idea even makes you,” I said and moved up behind her, wrapping my right arm around her pelvis while pushing her legs apart. My fingers found her hot and wet. I slid my finger lightly over her clit and she breathed out hard. “I bet, if I opened that door and turned you to face out, you’d passively stand there and from my barest touch, cum harder than you have ever cum with him. Every moment of humiliation and thinking of the disgust in their eyes looking upon you nude and shameful would drive you over the edge in moments.”
Her breathing was ragged, “probably sir,” she said, “but you know that . . .”
I cut her off. One of the rules was that while threatening exposure was a big part of her arousal, actual exposure was not allowed.
“Shhh,” I said, “I just want us both to appreciate what a whore you are.”
“Yes sir.”
I went through a little ritual I enjoy. A bit contrived maybe, but I love doing it. I stopped touching her and pushed her out into the slightly larger space of the room beyond. It was some sort of family room, I didn’t pay much attention to it yet. I walked around her, touching her here and there. Tilting her chin, lifting a breast, pinching a nipple.
I slid my fingers in her mouth and asked “Whose mouth is this.”
“Yours sir,” she said around my fingers. Her tongue flicking over the one that had been inside her briefly.
“Not your husbands?” I asked, “Not the man who married you, who provided for you, who gave you your children. It is some strangers you met online?”
“Yes sir,” she said, her breathing fast.
I repeated the process, though the husband line changed each time a bit. Whose breasts are these, pinching the nipples while she answered. Who’s ass? Who’s pussy, sliding my finger inside this time, deep. Who’s asshole, my finger wet from her pussy sliding in easily to the second knuckle.
Always the same answer. With each question her breathing seemed to quicken, almost a rattle. I wondered then, but have not gotten to try, YET, if Scarlet could be worked up to a mental orgasm. Scarlet, have you read about my training Cynthia to cum that way? Can you imagine being at a bar with your husband and a stranger, to him at least, stands next to you, with the power to make you cum with a simple sentence?
Anyway. I could tell how worked up she was, see and hear it. Her body was radiating heat. I pushed her into the back of a couch and bent her over it until her hands were on the cushions. I pushed her legs apart with my feet and slid my hand between her legs.
I was only gentle for a few moments, sliding my fingers tips over her clit, teasing her. But Scarlet is not really one for denial, no, Scarlet wants to be used like the whore she really is. I sped my hand up and then carefully slid my other down as well, working two fingers into her pussy and my thumb a knuckle deep into her ass. I was not gentle any more, digging in hard, twisting my fingers into her soft conservative places and it wasn’t long before she was asking to cum.
“Ask right,” I said.
“Oh fuck,” she said, “sir, make me cum like a fucking whore in my husbands home while he is a thousand miles away.”
“You may cum,” I replied. And she did. I helped her down to her knees as she shook and recovered. I wiped my hand, slick with her, onto her face while feigning disgust. I really love the smell.
“OK,” I said when I thought she was ready. “It’s time for the tour.”
She started to stand, but I pushed her back down and shook my head.
The home is an apartment in a somewhat expensive city. It is not huge. We started in the room we were in.
“This,” she said from her knees, “is clearly the family room sir.”
I pointed a circuit around the room and she sighed before starting to shuffle around the room on her hands and knees. She pointed things out, we had discussed this before, things that had value or sentimental value. We stopped at a wedding photo and I had her nuzzle my cock through my pants while we looked at it.
The real fun though, started when we got to the TV. I had told her that when I left her home, it would reek of the slut she was. She had pointed it out as something her husband had bought her and I saw the various remotes on the coffee table.
“Stop,” I said, “arch your pussy up like your begging me to use it the way you want to be used.”
She did, lifting it high with her legs spread lewdly.
“The house smells far to clean,” I said, “normally a dirty bitch puts her scent on things.” I took the remotes and one by one slide them inside her. All but one fit easily, the large one I just rubbed into her.
I can’t imagine that it really felt that good, but she moaned in pleasure. Scarlet’s the sort of whore where mentality plays more of a role than the physical action. The room was too clean. Next was the guest bathroom. It was boring but I thought it would be a nice place to start feeling some of my own pleasure. I had her sit up on the toilet and unzip me.
I was rock hard of course at this point and her mouth felt wonderful. She had only the slightest trouble taking me all the way down.
“Is your husband this big,” I asked her while her mouth was full.
She shook her head but didn’t stop slowly sucking me up and down.
“So how did you learn to do that,” I asked, “are you such a whore that you’ve sucked enough big cocks to be able to do that or are you such a whore that you practise on dildos.”
She stopped long enough to whisper, “both sir.”
I grinned and stopped her. More to do tonight. Much more to do tonight. And so little time. She had to have time to clean up and get her kids from the in laws.
The kitchen was fun. It was not that big, combined kitchen and eating space. But there were so many things perfectly shaped for fucking a slut with. I started opening drawers and grabbing anything that might fight. I rubbed measuring spoons against her clit as she moaned. Slid the handles of various things into her. Stuck a wooden spoon handle first into her ass and left it.
I made her cum again. With the handle in her ass, I was grinding the handle of some sort of tenderizer hammer into her pussy, it had a nice curve to it that I thought would hit her g-spot and fingering her clit. It caught me off guard. Just a sudden, “sir, sir, please, can I cum. In my husbands kitchen where I make him dinner.”
“Yes,” I said, too shocked to toy it out a bit and she came suddenly. I started pulling toys out of her and left them on the floor. I’m a dick humiliating a married woman, I still don’t want clean up to be too hard. I took one of the measuring spoons before I let her up though. I slid up around in her pussy,trying to capture some of her wet. I didn’t get much, but what I did get I fed to her.
“I think it’s working,” I said. “Your home is starting to smell right.”
She looked down, still panting a bit, “yes sir, its starting to smell the way a whores house should smell.”
The kids room was off limits, we both agreed. There was an uninteresting laundry room, but I decided it was my turn again.
I had her suck me again, her worshiping my cock.
“Every time you are in here now,” I said, “you will remember this and get horny.”
She nodded on my cock. Running her mouth up and down up and down.
“You want me to cum don’t you,” I said, looking at my watch.
She stopped sucking, but started stroking me fast and hard.“I want to remember the taste of your cum when I do laundry. I want to get so horny thinking about you fucking me, imagining my husband in just the other room. I’ll get so hot I’ll have to run out and fuck him, but it won’t be as good. Not nearly as good sir.” Her mouth was back on me, working with her hand.
“Off me slut,” I said. “You may want that, but I think your just dreading the next part and I’ve been looking forward to it all week.”
She made a whimpering sound. It was half fear and half arousal. I knew already, this thing we had talked about doing, scared the shit out of her and turned her on more than she could explain.
“Show me the bedroom whore,” I said and pushed her away before she could push me too far to the edge. “It’s time for me to play with your phone.”
She turned and complied. Crawling into the master bed room. It was a nice room, very adult. Nice furniture, art and family photos on the wall.
“Don’t move,” I said as I moved around the room. I made her watch as I opened every drawer and cabinet I could find. When I got to her underwear drawer I asked “so, do you have boring panties for your husband and extra sexy panties for all the men you cheat on him with?”
“The same sir,” she said.
I had her raise her ass again and made it a point to take a few things, a hair brush, a small lotion bottle, one of his belts, and some knick knacks and either slide them into her pussy or just rub them on her.
We both said nothing and I began to strip. She watched with some interest and I called her a dirty slut, though with a smile on my face.
The room had a small desk in it, her husbands desk when he worked from the house. I sat my naked ass down and said quietly, “you know what I want to see slut. Fetch. With your mouth.”
She made a whimper but crawled off. First she left the room and came back with her cell phone in her mouth. An iphone. I took it from her. Then she went into her closet and came back out with a rather large dildo in her mouth.
It wasn’t HUGE but it was porn star large. “Damn,” I said, “does he know you have that?”
She managed to somehow blush still, “sir, he does but doesn’t think I use it often, mostly when he is away.”
Then she crawled to her night stand and brought out a small vibrator that she put into her mouth. She brought it over as well.
I was about to start when I had a flash of inspiration. I got up and walked, my hard dick bobbing, to the shared walk in closet. I pulled a few of the laundered shirts off the hangers and grabbed a few folded shirts as well. I went back out and dropped them into a small pile next to the chair between it and the desk. “Kneel on those,” I said. She moved onto them.
I sat back down and adjusted our position so that she was kneeling between myself and the desk, on the shirts and I was in the chair.
“Cock sucking time whore,” I said, “Get to it.”
Now that I was fully nude, she was able to really get into it. We both knew this part was the tease and she took it that way. Instead of moving straight to taking me deep, she started by slowly rubbing me and licking up and down my shaft. Up and down, then around, then onto my cock and slowly sliding her mouth down. Then off my cock and her tongue lightly on my balls.
“How many orgasms have you had at the hands of the man your breaking your marriage vows with?” I said as she worked.
“Two,’ she said, pausing just long enough to speak.
“Greedy slut,” I said.
“Yes sir,” she said.
“Well then, as far as I’m concerned you’ve had two and I haven’t had one yet and,” I checked the iphone, “you told me I need to leave in about 45 minutes. So I think your done now.”
She made a little whine and her eyes locked on her cell phone, she knew what was going to come next. To her credit, she didn’t stop pleasuring me, her hands touching lightly, her mouth sliding here and there.
The plan was this, something I picked up from another fun sub, to violate one of her most private places, I was going to demand her phone and password. I was supposed to browse all of her secret dirty files. Her kik, her secret email account. Then I’d let her fuck herself while she finished me off, the whole time threatening to send her nudes and other things to family and friends. I had a more fun idea though.
“Here’s a deal slut,” I said, “and I’ll let it be your choice.” She looked up and paused, my dick still in her mouth. “No matter what your swallowing my load tonight like the dirty fucking whore you are. But, if you want to cum again, you have to hand me your phone, tell me your password and tell me how to access your hidden file. If you do, I’ll let you ride that dildo and use the vibrator.”
She stopped entirely now and looked back and forth between the phone as I placed it onto the desk and her sex toys.
“Come on slut,” I said, “we both know your such a dirty whore you’d risk your reputation and marriage just to cum some more. You can have as many orgasms as you want, no having to stop to ask.”
She made a face at me, anger, excitement. I’m not sure, but grabbed the phone and handed it to me. “Hold on,” she said. She went and grabbed something, a box of some sort and a towel. I didn’t chide her for walking I was too curious.
She set the box under her and started to put the towel on it. I realized that she wanted the dildo up higher for how she was planning to kneel to suck me. But I stopped her.
“Under the shirts,” I said, “I want your cheating cunt dripping on his shirts.”
She did so and I watched lustily as she slid the large dildo, easily pushing it into herself she was so wet, moaning, and positioned herself with a happy sigh onto the raised shirts.
She looked at the phone again and closed her eyes then gave me the code. She directed me to a locked folder and told me the code. Apparently he thinks its her diary. Inside I found an email program and her kik app.
“Go ahead and start,” I said, pointing to the vibe that was just out of my reach and my cock.
Her eyes barely left the phone but she grabbed her vibrator and turned it on and started to suck me again.
“I have my life in your hands,” I said, “every filthy secret, every slutty act, all at the tips of my fingers.” She moaned around my cock.
“If you don’t please me,” I said,”It would be so easy for me to email any of this directly from your phone to your husband.”
I started with her kik first. Relaxing into the pleasure of the blow job. Scarlet is a prety good cock sucker, but few women can get me off and I could tell with the distraction of the sex toys, she wouldn’t be able too.
As her mouth slid along me I opened up random kik chats. Most of it wasn’t that exciting. Dick pick and her sending back other stuff. There were a lot of them though and a lot recent. I didn’t know it then (she would tell me when I asked) that she frequents dirty kik type areas just to be slutty but that most of the guys bore her after the initial thrill.)
She was moaning deep in her throat and her mouth was barely moving on my cock. I could tell she was getting close.
“Does your husband know many men you allow to see the pussy you promised would be his every week,” I said.
She didn’t take her mouth off my cock but she was twitching a bit and making a snorting sound. So so close.
“Answer me whore,” I said, trying to sound angry and reaching between us to pinch her nipple.
“No,” she said around my cock and started to buck. It came out more like noOOOooooooo.
I went back to her phone as she regained herself enough to go back to sucking me. I managed to find one or two of the other guys she spoke with often including another sometimes partner. I commented on him a bit, mostly asking if she dreamed of being railed by both of us.
I moved on to the email, but it was the same. I acted shocked and disgusted with her over it all though.
I knew her email had cloud storage and that she had her nudes there. So I scrolled around and fuck. Jesus. I mean really Scarlet, holy hell. There were a dozen labeled folders. Boobs, butt, tits, pussy, masturbating, toys, couple, etc. Each folder was full of different pics.
I don’t remember exactly what I said. Some sort of rant about what a whore she was, especially when I found the folder, with sub folders, for each guy that she had taken pics with. There were only a few in each, but seven different folders of her mouth on cock or getting railed.
I clicked on one and realized I could just send it from the folder over her email and had a mean fucking idea. I turned up the volume on her phone, typed in my email address and hit send.
Her phone made that whooshing noise and she immediately pulled off my cock, “what are you,” but I grabbed her by the throat. I tried hard to look angry (I don’t pull of angry well.)
“Listen you fucking whore,” I said, “I know the fucking rules, now get back to sucking my cock or we are done and I’ll leave here with your phone.”
She locked eyes with me and I gave her a small wink.
She lowered herself back and within a short moment was going full force on my cock again.
I started sending more and telling her what a whore she was.
“Here’s the whore sucking another cock,” click send, whoosh.
Her mouth begining to stutter on my cock again.
“Here’s the cheating cunt getting fingered by some guy,” click send, whoosh. “Whoops, that was to your husband.”
Her moaning now, little whimpers.
“Fuck, is that you with a woman, here’s the lesbo slut biting a womans nipple,” click send, whoosh.
She’s close again. Her mouth is barely moving and her breath is ragged.
“Oh, the crowning glory, here is the happily married harlot rimming some fucking hairy asshole.” click send. Whoosh and she was crying out in orgasm.
I looked at the time as she calmed down and saw that she had told me to leave in about 10 minutes. I got up and moved the box from under the shirts, laying her down on them and kneeling over her head. I pinned her arms with my legs and forced my cock into her mouth.
“My turn slut,” I said and she made a happy noise.
I began to fuck her face, hard and fast. I was too worked up to last very long and as I was close to finishing I pulled out to unload on her face. She panted and opened up her mouth, but I didn’t want her swallowing too much. As I finished I let her lick the tip.
“Don’t move,” I panted. I got up and took her phone. I took a photo of her lying down and sent it to myself over kik. Then I went to her underwear drawer. I found a pair of sexy panties and used them to wipe my cum off her face. I used her husbands shirts to wipe the grool off her pussy and toys.
She lay there watching me not moving. I started to dress, not saying anything. “The shirts you can wash, whore, but those are the panties you are wearing tonight.”
She said yes. I dressed and left. I sent her a kik that said, “you can move now harlot.”
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