A real story about how my ex-girlfriend cheated on me. [MF] [cheating] [cuckold] [humiliation] [betrayal] [sph]

WARNING: Heavy themes of betrayal and humiliation here, so read at your own risk. Not for the faint of heart. Yes, this is a real story, just a bit dramatized.

Open to PMs if you want to know more.

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I dated my ex from late Junior year to freshman year of college. By the time this all went down she was 19 and I was 18. I lost my virginity to her and we went to prom together.

She was adorably cute. A little short, big brown eyes, brunette, with a curvy body type and big boobs. A body something like [this](http://i.imgur.com/XmK8BVZ.jpg) (not her, but similar). She had a sweet and bubbly personality, a sweet smile and laugh—with a subtly naughty glimmer, if you knew how to look for it. I was infatuated with her and all I wanted to do was have sex with her when we were together.

A day in the life of a sex slave Part 1 – The Morning Alarm. [MF] [IR] [blkmail, huml, Mdom, rimjob, watersports]

My vibrating anklet goes off, waking me silently without disturbing my Owner. I quietly stretch out the regular stiffness from my yoga-mat-on-the-floor bed while scratching off another day on my mental calendar, counting down until my father’s debts are finally paid off.

 

I slide my Owner’s covers gently to the side, careful not to wake him having learned the hard way what punishments would await an incorrect ‘alarm service’. I see his already hardened cock waiting for me, still covered in last night’s mess, as I climb onto the bed from the foot. His giant, hairy form heaving slowly as he still sleeps soundly while I pull back my hair getting ready to give him his daily wake-up blowjob. Taking a deep breath, I lower my mouth to gently start licking his oversized balls, somehow always swollen with cum despite his numerous daily releases.

 

A day in the life of a sex slave Part 1 – The Morning Alarm. [MF] [blkmail, huml, Mdom, rimjob, watersports]

My vibrating anklet goes off, waking me silently without disturbing my Owner. I quietly stretch out the regular stiffness from my yoga-mat-on-the-floor bed while scratching off another day on my mental calendar, counting down until my father’s debts are finally paid off.

 

I slide my Owner’s covers gently to the side, careful not to wake him having learned the hard way what punishments would await an incorrect ‘alarm service’. I see his already hardened cock waiting for me, still covered in last night’s mess, as I climb onto the bed from the foot. His giant, hairy form heaving slowly as he still sleeps soundly while I pull back my hair getting ready to give him his daily wake-up blowjob. Taking a deep breath, I lower my mouth to gently start licking his oversized balls, somehow always swollen with cum despite his numerous daily releases.

 

25M4F – Molding and Shaping a slut for Ownership – Mixture of very cute and very degraded.

I unmounted her quickly. Her tight pussy closing with a slop as I pulled out. Her intense breathing and gasps were everything I imagined they would be. I stood above with the belt taught for a few seconds. The way her back arched was majestic. I spat on her, dropped the make shift collar and lead belt and let her fall down naturally with fatigue. With her face to the ground, it took her only two seconds before she leant back and spread her arse cheeks like she knew she was supposed to. I smiled at her eagerness to serve and please. Then I spat at her gaping fuck holes one more time as we both panted, catching our breath.

This woman in front of me was everything I needed. I had to mindfully calm myself otherwise I would have jumped back on her and finished balls deep with a growl.

“What are you?”

“A slut to use.” She replied. Her sloppy pussy and arse opening and closing with her heavy breaths.

“Up.” I said as I walked across the room to take a seat, shaking my legs off to stop my left thigh from cramping.

The Vacation — Katy goes wild at the resort [cuckold][interracial][huge cock]

Excerpt from my latest story–check out more of my writing at /r/TODomforFun

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I’m not particularly proud of what happened next—easily the highest amount of sexual humiliation I’ve ever received in my life. Doug started dirty talking with my girl, and after making Katy admit that his loads were much bigger than mine… he made Katy come over and give me a kiss. His cum was still on her face as we made out and she tasted different… I realized Doug was making me taste his cock off my wife as punishment.

Next he had Katy bend over in front of me, and I ate out her pussy while she went back to sucking his cock in a bit of a spit roast I guess one round hadn’t completely satisfied him. I felt a lump in my stomach as I ate out my wife and realized how wet she was. Absolutely soaked—way more than she normally was with me. At one point Doug had her turn around again, and I was looking at my wife’s cum-covered face while Doug levelled his thick cock behind her.

My first attempt at erotica

Trigger Warning: non-consensual sex

A drop of water clung to the skin stretched taut on her spine. As she stood up, a few other drops from her hair combined into a transient stream that ran down her back.

The stationary drop from earlier joined them on the journey towards her bottom, navigating the curves.
They finally pooled on the rug below her feet for a split second before they disappeared into the patterned texture.

She felt a warm chill rise through her spine. Her nipples hardened instantly. And then relaxed slightly to a rigidity that would last longer.

Shivering, she reached for a towel to dry her hair. The shiver spread to her stomach.

And lower.

Her breasts wobbled slightly as gravity took over. Her arms had grabbed onto the piece of cloth. Her frame straightened to regain balance. As she towelled her hair, the cloth brushed her scalp occasionally, through the growing tangle of thick, matted hair. She then ran the towel once over each of her arms, traversed her stomach upwards to her breasts. Then she unclenched her fists and let the full length of the towel fall, one end still scrunched up lightly under her chest.

Revenge Is A (Naked Cumsoaked) B*tch, Part 5 [MF] [blkmail] [huml] [reluc]

*Hiii asshole. Guess what I did last night? Told Bryce I cheated during my bachelorette. Literally every detail down to having my pussy eaten out on some guy’s desk. I even told him about a part you didn’t see. Long story short I licked like the biggest load of cum off my own tits. Are you imagining that now, virgin? Well hold on to that memory because guess what?*

*Bryce has cheated on me too. Guess what again? We don’t fucking care. We’re together because we happen to look and feel pretty fucking perfect together, so sorry your plan to ruin my life didn’t quite work. Anyway now that order has been restored in the universe you can take your blackmail material, shove it wayyy up your ass and go back to being a creepy loser.* :)

*Hope you remember how good my pussy felt because that’s as good as it’s ever gonna get for you or your fingers.*

*xox*

*S*

Christ. Only Summer would continue to call someone a virgin after literally watching him fuck her friend on her own bed.

Out of pure boredom in his cubicle, Evan reread her email.

I found my sister’s Reddit account (continued) part 11 (finale!) [ff][inc][huml][blkmail]

I went to bed almost immediately after getting back from the awesome denouement at the hotel. As I closed my eyes and rested my head, I still couldn’t shake a strange feeling. I felt like an evil genius, but also I couldn’t help but feel kinda… bad. Had I been too harsh with the big reveal? Maybe leaving her cuffed to a bed alone for an hour was a little much. But she does like humiliation after all. Who knows, maybe Little Miss Pervert got a thrill out of it. She did cum even after I’d revealed myself. I attempted to ignore both the arousal and the guilt that twisted my tummy into conflicted knots. I fell asleep way too late. I don’t know when Rori got home.

I awoke to the strange feeling of having all this power and nothing to do with it. And, I had to admit to myself, still a bit of guilt. I brushed it away with the thought that she did it to herself. After all, what kind of whore meets up with a stranger to get fucked, without even knowing their real name? That level of dangerous sluttiness was downright stupid. And uncharacteristically risky on my shy sister’s part. Come to think of it, she didn’t even resist the idea of being naked in front of a stranger. Had I really turned her into a that much of a wicked sex addict? The thought of having completely corrupted my “sweet” sister made my hand go down towards my thighs almost instinctively… And then my alarm went off.

My Time as a Maid [FF] [Bondage] [Part IV]

Anna found herself bent over again. Her heels did an exceptional job of propping her ass into the air, which gave Miss Crosby a large, centered target for the cane she held in one hand, tapping it into the palm of her other.

The hemp rope held her wrists together. Extended outward before her, and anchored itself taught and out of sight as the rope disappeared over the edge of the granite-topped kitchen island.

She had been bound for 15 minutes or so when the cane introduced itself to her skin, crashing down on Anna’s cheeks with a forceful blow. The sting was equally dispersed, erupting immediately from the whack. She cried out as the light tapping was alternated with hard slaps, which continued to paint red welts all over the thick ass of Miss Crosby’s maid.

She tried to move her ass, shake out the pain, but nothing worked. Anna had been spanked before by excited sex partners. With combs or open hands or the rare belt, but this wasn’t done as “rough sex”. There was a purpose here. To hurt her, and teach her a lesson. It was physical as much as it was emotional and mental, and poor Anna had to endure the punishment, the cascade of tears be damned.

I found my sister’s Reddit account (continued) part 10 [ff][inc][huml][blkmail]

I woke up the next morning as I was the night before, still wearing yesterday’s shirt and clutching Rori’s underwear. And the door was closed, I wasn’t sure when that’d happened. And someone (I hoped it was my sister) had draped me with the sheet. No matter, I had a big day ahead of me.

First off, I wasn’t going to just give Rori her underwear back, so I stored it away it as a trophy. But this being the weekend, she was still around to wash the sheets she’d dirtied (again). I took my sheets to Rori’s room and threw them on her bed like last time. She was on her laptop and acted all coy when we made eye contact. I gave her that “we both know you’re a slut” look and went on my merry way, empowered and excited.

I had to admit I hadn’t fully planned the previous night’s adventures. Mainly, I hadn’t planned on getting so ridiculously aroused and almost losing control of the situation. But though Rori wasn’t innocent, she was still naive, and she probably hadn’t guessed my real intent. How could she, really.