Introduction:
In the past, I used to crave a bit of humiliation and would do some quite degrading things for kicks. I thought I'd compile a list of the 10 most depraved/pervy things I've done and write a short story about them each and post them on here. , The list:
10. Drank a girl-racer's piss-puddle from the floor of the car park.
9. Wanked off in a used-condom after watching couple fuck in same car park.
8. Me and some mates took turns spunking into our friend's sister's dirty panties.
7. Snogged a woman at a party after two guy's had spunked in her mouth.
6. Had sloppy seconds with a woman at a party.
> 5. Licked another guy's cum from girlfriend's pussy. < 4. Paid an escort to let me fuck her with one of her client's used condoms. 3. Sucked a used-condom clean after watching a couple have sex in an alleyway. 2. Sucked ten used-condoms clean from a escort's bin in her bathroom. 1. Paid an escort to save all her customer's spunk in a jam jar for a whole week for me to drink. This story is the 5th on the list. Btw, please subscribe for more stories coming soon!!!! *************************************************************** Ten Most Depraved: Cuckolding Princess – Eating The Slops
True Story No. 5:
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Being something of an alpha-male/beta-cuck switch, I have fantasised my whole life about having either a hotwife or a cuckolding-princess of my very own. The dominant hotwifing side of me seeking to bask in the pride and glory of having a cum-slut for a lover; boasting about her; showing her off to other guys; whoring her out at my leisure; all the while acting and feeling like I'm dating a pornstar. Whilst the submissive beta-cuck inside of me, has always craved the humiliation and degradation of being forced to my knees and made to serve as a human-douche for my adulterous cheating cum-slut of a girlfriend.
Alpha or beta; letting other guys ride your girlfriend or wife bareback and squirt their white-hot jizz deep inside her, is an insanely hot, lust-filled scenario. However, finding such a woman – be she hotwife or cucktrix, can prove somewhat illusory in reality. Incredibly for me, I found both; a hotwife and cucktrix – all rolled into one. And for a brief moment in time, I indulged in an exquisitely frenzied hotwifing/cuckold relationship with her.
Strangely enough, I met Julie at work. Although she was a very attractive slim-blonde, who showed quite a bit of interest in me, I had almost zero interest in her. That is, until I found out what an unfaithful and whoreish little cum-slut she was. On the surface, she appeared quite innocent. But as time went on, bit-by-bit, another side to Julie began to surface. At first it was just gossip from the female co-workers, how she had sucked-off two separate guys in the nightclub, on the same night, or how she'd let the bouncers spit-roast her in the back alley, behind the bins.
When Julie found herself a steady boyfriend, I expected the tales of debauched promiscuity to cease. But if anything, they increased; in both frequency and depravity. And of course, they now included the secret ingredient: cuckoldry. Although I found the reports of her sluttish-infidelity an incredible turn-on, I was never fully convinced as to their authenticity, until I overheard a conversation in which Julie gave an pretty explicit de***********ion of her previous evening's exploits, to our manageress Nichola.
Apparently unaware that I was listening in, Julie told our manageress that she had fucked some random guy in a cubicle in the nightclub toilets, without a condom. Then went back to her boyfriend's flat and proceeded to have sex with him, with her pussy full of this other guy's sperm; without either her boyfriend's knowledge or consent!!! Whilst Nichola was aghast, I on the other hand, was secretly in awe of this horny little cuckolding-slut!
Suddenly finding myself desperately wanting to get closer to Julie, I began chatting with her more and more at break-time; offering her lifts home. Our friendship quickly developed over the next few weeks and I soon began inviting her out for lunch and long chats over coffee. One afternoon, we had met up in a cafe in town and in a deliberately teasing manner, she told me about a guy she knew, who she really fancied and wanted to have sex with, but was worried that her boyfriend might find out.
“Well, you don't usually let that put you off.” I remarked, quite brazenly.
“What?!!!” She replied, almost spitting out her coffee.
I informed her about all the rumours of her sexual-exploits at work and told her that I had been present in the office when she had told our manageress about serving her boyfriend sloppy-seconds, without his knowledge or consent.
“Oh, my god!!!” She exclaimed, with an extremely naughty glint in her eye. “I bet you think I'm a right dirty little cum-slut!”
“Yeah, I do.” I grinned, flirtatiously signalling my approval.
“Were you jealous?” She asked.
“Fuck, yes!” I replied.
It had dawned on me that Julie was quite aware that I had been in the office and had deliberately told the story in my presence in a brazen attempt to taunt me; almost as if to say: Just look at what you're missing out on – you could have had a right little dirty cum-slut for a girlfriend!
She then confided in me that had a phenomenally high sex-drive and had always struggled to remain faithful in relationships. I told her that the thought of that was incredibly appealing to me, as I had a bit of a penchant for slutty, unfaithful women.
“Hmmmm, we'd probably make the perfect couple. Wouldn't we?” She posed, quite prophetically.
The next few weeks were a tour de force of vicarious satisfaction and proxy-cuckoldry as she confided more and more to me about her extra-curricular activities, giving me all the lurid details about all the cocks she was sucking, all the sperm she swallowed and all the seed that she was trapping in her snatch. It has to be said, I was a pretty bad influence for her; not only praising and applauding her, but actively cheering her on. She even told me that she was thinking of becoming a part-time escort. Not to make money, but simply in an effort to satiate her wild sexual-desires.
“Oh my god, it's my hottest fantasy to date an escort!” I told her, trying hard not to salivate. “It's the next best thing to dating a pornstar!”
“Really?” She mused, genuinely fascinated by the idea of having a partner who would support her sluttiness to the hilt, rather than deny it to her.
“Your boyfriend is the luckiest guy on earth!” I said.
“Yeah, and he doesn't even know it.” She lamented. “I can't tell him, either. He'd go crazy if he found out!”
It wasn't long before Julie and I started having an affair. There was no real romance involved, just hot steamy jealousy-fuelled sex. Each time we met up, she would tell me about the guy she had fucked bareback just a few nights before, and demand that I not wear a condom when we fuck, too. At this stage, I would be quite dominant with her; spanking her for being too keen on a another guy and fucking her really hard and aggressively for making me jealous. After fucking her, she'd go home and often have sex with her boyfriend with her pussy full of my spunk!!! She clearly enjoyed playing with fire and her frivolous treachery was an enormous turn-on for me. We were quickly falling in lust with each other.
The next few weeks were a bit of a blur. Julie was dumped by her boyfriend then she lost her job. He had called around to her flat one afternoon and caught her with her knickers around her ankles and some guy, balls-deep in her snatch. He then launched a harassment campaign against her at work that effectively led to her dismissal. With her significant other out of the way, it seemed that the next logical step was for us to start seeing each other in our very own, open-relationship. Well…a very one-sided open-relationship; open for her, but not for me.
What followed was an incredibly exhilarating five or six-months together, with both of us riding-high; fuelled by lust; intoxicated by the complex emotions of jealousy and deceit. In terms of a hotwifing-scenario it was just sheer-perfection. She would constantly talk about the guys she was dating; keeping my own sperm on the boil 24/7. If she didn't have a date, we might go out to a nightclub together. She'd flirt with other guys and flaunt herself on the dancefloor. I loved watching her snog with other men, letting them have a good grope of her arse or even slip a hand up her skirt to finger her snatch. It was like having my own little pornstar or cam-girl performing for me, except I knew I would get to fuck her later. Sometimes she'd fuck other guys and sometimes she wouldn't. Either way, sex between us was unbelievable. With me still taking the more dominant role, in the early stages at least.
As time went on, Julie's more naturally dominant side emerged and the dynamic began to change from the hotwifing to the more cuckolding-relationship that I so secretly craved. To be fair though, there were elements of the latter right at the beginning, as Julie insisted on serving me sloppy-seconds right from day-one, making it quite clear that she intended to continue going bareback with other guys:
“You don't expect me to use condoms with other guys, now that we're dating, do you?” She implored.
“It just gets me so damn hot; the thought of letting another guy spunk in my muff.” She teased. “Besides, don't you like the idea of me coming home with a pussy-full of another man's sperm?”
It has to be said though, regardless of whether you are in a dominant or a submissive mindset, sliding your cock in-and-out of your girlfriend, using another guy's sperm as lube, is a fucking mind-blowing experience! It's just that for me, it was something of a guilty pleasure also.
But, no matter how dominant and confident I was feeling at the time, the raving beta-cuck inside of me was becoming harder and harder to suppress. The urge to worship at my girlfriend's feet and devour the slops from her trough was becoming stronger by the day. Eventually, my sordid little clean-up fantasy, all slipped out during a conversation we had about birth-control. Out of a genuine concern, I had asked Julie if she was still taking her pill.
“Yes, of course.” She assured me.
“Oh, that's good; just wanted to make sure.” I replied.
“I have been thinking though; how cool it would be if I stopped taking my pill?” She added, somewhat ominously.
I looked at her, somewhat confused.
“Imagine how hot it would be, knowing that I might get pregnant at any moment to another guy.” She taunted, with a wicked gleam in her eye.
“What the fuck?!!!” I blurted, thinking she was being serious.
“Especially a black guy!” She beamed.
I was speechless.
“It would be just like playing Russian-roulette, only with a huge cock instead of a gun.” She smirked.
Finally realising that she was joking, I played along:
“I suppose you'd want me to administer birth-control, orally then?” I posed, sarcastically.
“Oh, yeah. I can just imagine you on your knees, frantically sucking all of that jizz out of my snatch, desperately trying to avoid babysitting duties.” She teased.
“Oh, yeah.” I replied, a little sheepishly.
“Some guys are into that, you know?” She said.
“Really?” I asked, feeling my face going bright-red. Sensing I'd gone suspiciously quiet, Julie decided to probe a little further.
“What about you?” She asked. “You like the idea of eating another guy's sperm from my muff?”
I gulped hard, unable to admit the truth.
“You do, don't you?” She pressed. “You want to eat all that yummy creamy jizz from my snatch!”
“Oh, fuck! Yes.” I gasped, finally conceding my inner-most secret desire to her.
“You dirty little fucker!” She gushed, coming in for a kiss to show her approval.
“So, how would you like me to sit on your face on Friday night, when I come back from my date and let you taste all that freshly-spunked jizz?” She asked, in an intensely sensual manner.
“Mmmmmm, god! Yes please.” I groaned, completely submitting myself to the realisation of my deepest and most degrading fantasy.
As Friday approached, I could think of nothing else but guzzling another guy's seed from my girlfriend's pussy. Julie didn't help; deliberately stoking up the humiliation; she teased me mercilessly about it. When Friday came, we spent the whole day shopping for lingerie and sexy clothing for her. My cock was insanely hard as she tried on all the beautiful dresses in the changing rooms. I got a real kick out of buying a tiny little dress for her, knowing that some other guy was going to rip it off her, fuck her brains out and Julie was going to reward me by demanding I lick all of his dirty-jizz out of her snatch or bumhole, afterwards.
We also visited the hairdresser's together. She took great delight in loudly informing her stylist every single salacious little detail about our cuckold-relationship, including her date with another guy that evening. Forcing me to endure quite a few humiliating glances from all of the staff and customers who overheard, as I sat there in the waiting area. By evening though, she looked absolutely stunning, in her pink lacy underwear, with her hair all tousled, and her super-subtle curves framed perfectly by the tiny little black dress I bought her.
Julie was getting ridiculously over-excited as I drove her to meet her date. If I remember rightly, this was the first guy that she had met on the internet (online dating was only in it's infancy then and this was long before dating-apps). The fact that she hadn't seen him before that evening, added an extra level of seediness, making it an even bigger thrill for her. She had shown me his pictures and he was very good-looking guy with a pretty huge cock. Although thoroughly excited and optimistic, we were both aware of the fact that he could quite easily turn out to be too good to be true.
I dropped Julie off at the hotel bar at around 9pm and waited outside for a text, as we had planned. Thirty minutes later she sent a message: “He's fucking gorgeous!” That was essentially my signal to drive home and await further orders. All evening, Julie kept sending me mouthwateringly de***********ive texts; telling me they'd been snogging and groping at the bar, that he'd fingered her in the corridor on the way to their room and how big his cock was. Finally, at around 3am in the morning, I got a text: “I'm full of spunk – you ready for your cum-supper?”
On the way to the hotel, my mouth was literally drooling with anticipation. When she appeared from the entrance, she looked like a cat who had been dragged through a hedge backwards! All the way home she was absolutely gushing about the guy she had just fucked; describing in great detail everything that he did to her, in what position, how many times.
“My pussy is absolutely brimming with spunk!” She teased. “He spurted inside me three times!!!”
Julie slipped a finger inside her knickers and after sliding it inside of her messy-snatch, she offered it up to my lips for a little taster.
“Oh, my god!” I groaned, as I savoured the piquant flavours of their mixed sex-juices.
I could not believe that my darkest-desires were about to be fulfilled. Unable to wait till we got home, I couldn't resist sliding my own hand between Julie's thighs and easing a finger between the folds of her slimy-slit and having another little taste of it.
“You dirty cunt!” My girlfriend whispered affectionately, in my ear.
When we got home, I didn't exactly play the submissive cuckold. I was too damned turned-on. Ripping off my off my slutty girlfriend's underwear, I threw her on the bed, pulled her into a sitting-position over my face and began feasting on her messed-up snatch in a delirious-frenzy. In response to this, Julie became possessed with an uncontrollable, libidinal-urge to face-fuck me. She began gyrating, swiftly building up a tempo until she was virtually riding my face like a demon; sliding around, rubbing her sperm-filled snatch all over my poor mush. I had semen in my eyes, up my nostrils and dribbling down my neck. The only place it wasn't getting was in my mouth! I had to grab hold of her arse-cheeks and hold her firmly in place, just so that I could actually get a proper mouthful.
“Omg, you're a dirtier little cum-slut than me!” She scoffed.
I have to say, it tasted simply heavenly; feasting on the ambrosial-slop of my girlfriend's infidelity. After giving me a few minutes to guzzle as much semen as I could from her muff, Julie began sliding about on my face again, using the sperm as her lube. As she went back into beserker-mode, I could feel myself going deep into my cuck-space. After about twenty-minutes of letting her ride rough-shod on my face, bringing herself to orgasm several times in the process, I could take no more; I turned her over onto her back and fucked her stupid.
Slamming my balls hard into her well-used little snatch; Julie quite cruelly laughed in my face, mocking and ridiculing me for being such a pathetic little beta-cuck; deliberately taunting me to fuck her harder and harder. Then, after reaching my climax and spurting my own fuck-seed into the mix, I got down between her legs and started feasting on the musky-mixture once again.
The whole encounter was so intense, that both Julie and I were on a massive high for weeks afterwards. And and although we repeated the whole 'clean-up' experience several more times over the next few months of our relationship, it was something we were never quite able to replicate at the same level of ferocity.
Unfortunately, it was clear that our relationship was not going to survive it's own internal contradictions; being based purely on lust. Julie was a wonderful girl, but we didn't have enough in common for the relationship to last. I haven't seen her for twenty years or so now, but I'd like to think that she's still as slutty as ever. I have often wondered if she ever fulfilled her ambition to become an escort and have kept an eye out for her on adultwork, but sadly to no avail. It most definitely would have been her dream job and she would have been absolutely amazing at it.
The End.
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