Becca Bellamy
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Playing with Fire - Part 5
🕑 Added 2022-10-12 04:55:27 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
You told your wife you were going out to meet a friend for lunch. You lied, though. You were going out to meet someone and you were planning on eating, but it wasn't food you'd be dining on. It was Emily's freshly-fucked pussy you'd be eating.
It began with Emily sending you a picture of said pussy. It was pink, puffy, and soaking wet. It was gaping open as if it had been freshly fucked, and she quickly sent a message to confirm that suspicion.
"Someone else was just inside me, cuck," she texted. "He fucked me good with his big cock. He pounded me in the way only an alpha male can. He pounded me in the way a worthless little beta cuck like you never could. There is something you can do for me, though. You can worship my pussy. You can be a good cuck and eat my freshly-fucked cunt. You can sooth my soreness with your talented tongue. Would you like that, cuck?"
You were in the living room with your wife when the text came in. She was immersed in a book, but you did your best to try and stay calm so as not to give away the fact that another woman had just sent you a picture of her pussy along with an invitation to worship it.
"Yes, I'd like that," you replied to Emily. "But my wife is home."
"You can come to me, cuck," she texted. "My apartment is ten minutes from your house. Tell your wife you're going out. If you're not at my door in fifteen minutes or less, I won't let you in."
Emily texted her address a moment later and you got up, told your lovely wife you were going to meet a friend for lunch, gave her a kiss, and headed out. You drove to Emily's apartment building, rushed to her door, and now you're poised to knock on the door and live out your fantasy - the fantasy of tasting a pussy after another man has fucked it - once again.
"The door's open!" Emily calls out after you knock.
You turn the handle and step inside. A delicate, floral scent fills your nose as you step into a clean, sparsely furnished apartment. Emily is naked on the couch with a smile on her face. Her legs are crossed - hiding her pussy from your eager gaze - and you can see her rock hard nipples from across the room.
"Come in," she says.
You shut the door and approach the beautiful girl who's injected an unexpected level of excitement into your life over the past month. "You look...you look beautiful," you say.
"Why thank you, cuck," Emily replies. "I always feel beautiful after I've been fucked by a real man. He left just after I texted you but I can still feel my toes tingling a little from the orgasm he gave me. Tell me, cuck, do you think you've ever given a woman an orgasm like that?"
You shake your head. "No, I don't think so."
Emily smiles. "I suppose your wife wouldn't be fucking other people with such regularity if you could make her cum like that, would she?"
"No, she wouldn't," you admit.
Emily spreads her legs a little and you stare between them. Her pussy looks even better in person. You can feel your mouth watering at the prospect of getting to crawl between her thighs so you can plunge your tongue into her cunt to taste her after another man offered her pleasure.
"Tell me, cuck," she begins, "how did the rest of your night go after your date at the restaurant?"
You smile. "It was perfect," you answer. "I took her to another man's house. She went inside and he fucked her. When she came back to the car she let me fuck her in the backseat. She...she told me that he felt better inside her. It was the first time she'd ever really indulged in that kind of talk."
Emily meets your smile with one of her own. "And did that turn you on, cuck? Did you cum inside your wife when she told you that another man had fucked her better than you?"
You nod. "Hearing those words felt so good. The orgasm was so good, too."
Emily spreads her legs a little wider and reaches between them. She runs a finger over her plump, slick labia and slowly pushes it between her lips, plunging it into the heat and wetness that you desperately wish you could taste. When she pulls it out, her finger is coated with a shiny fluid.
"Did your wife cum when you fucked her, cuck?" Emily asked. "Did you give her an orgasm as you pumped your worthless little dick into her freshly-fucked pussy?"
"No," you say.
Emily laughs softly. "No, of course she didn't. She did learn something about you, though. You gave her insight into just how pathetic you are. You let your lovely wife know that nothing makes you cum harder than knowing that you're not good enough, that you're inferior to the men that fuck her."
You know she's right. You know that your wife gave you a gift when she uttered those words, but you also know that she learned something about just how deep your fantasy goes.
Emily takes her slippery finger into her mouth and slowly sucks it clean. She closes her eyes and fellates her flesh. She moans as the finger moves in and out of her mouth and you can't help but imagine the beautiful naked girl giving a blowjob.
"I sucked cock today," Emily says. "I was on my knees right where you are, in fact. He was sitting on my couch. I was between his legs. I took his beautiful dick in my mouth and I made him hard while I looked up into his eyes."
She pushes two fingers into her pussy and gently moves them in and out, drawing your eyes between your legs and imbuing you with an urgent sense of lust as you wish she would order you to fall to your knees.
"Do you think your wife sucked cock when you dropped her off at her lover's house after your date?" Emily asks. "Do you think she got on her knees and took her lover's superior cock into her mouth? Do you think she gave him a blowjob while thinking of her pathetic cuckold husband waiting in the car like a little bitch?"
"Yes," you answer as your dick reaches a fully erect state.
"Strip, cuck," Emily orders.
You strip, leaving your clothes in a pile on the floor and revealing your underwhelming, stiff cock to the young woman who so easily controls you.
"Stroke your sad little dick," she demands.
You wrap your fingers around your cock and masturbate as Emily's fingers move in and out of her slick pussy. A smile slowly crosses her face as she stares at your stiff dick, seemingly enjoying your willingness to do as you're told.
"Get on your knees," she says. You fall to your knees and Emily plunges her fingers deep into her pussy and holds them there. She smiles at you and asks, "Did your wife's cunt feel good after another man had satisfied her?"
"Yes," you admit.
"Did you ask her if you could eat her out?" Emily asks. "Did you beg for the chance to put your tongue in her freshly-fucked pussy? Did you beg her to put your tongue where another man's big cock had been?"
"No," you answer.
"Did that make you sad, cuck?" Emily asks. "Would you preferred to eat her sloppy pussy before you put your cock inside her?"
"Yes," you say.
Emily pulls her fingers from her pussy and offers them to you. You crawl closer, lean forward, and wrap your lips around them. She pushes them deep into your mouth and you notice a distinctly salty taste. It takes a few moments, but you quickly realize that it's not just Emily's juices you can taste. It can't be.
You panic at the idea that you've just taken another man's cum into your mouth. It's an instinctual reaction, the one every straight man would have. You move to pull away but Emily is faster. She sits up, grabs a handful of your hair, and makes sure that you can't pull back. She keeps her fingers deep in your mouth and leans closer. Her lips find your cheek and she offers a soft kiss before gently laughing.
"Don't panic, cuck," she whispers. "Yes, that's another man's cum you're tasting. Yes, that means I let my lover cum inside me. Yes, that means his cum is still deep in my pussy. Yes, that means you're going to clean it out of me."
You panic again. You try and pull away again. Emily tightens her grip and pulls on your hair. You feel a searing pain. Your dick is still hard, though. Your heart is pounding. You're not entirely sure what you feel in addition to the panic coursing through you.
She pulls her fingers from your mouth and leans back. Emily spreads her legs wide open and says, "You're a fucking cuck. Your cock is worthless. You couldn't fuck a woman to an orgasm to save your life. You know that. I know that. Your wife certainly knows that. It's why she keeps cuckolding you. She won't give you everything you want because she doesn't want to see the real you, to recognize that you're a fucking freak that would love nothing more than to lick a real man's cum out of her pussy. I see you, though. I see what you are. I know you, you little bitch. I know that despite that panic you felt, that you're turned on at the idea of licking a thick load from my cunt. You know it too."
You're nervous. Your heart is still pounding. You're not sure why, though. She might be right. It might be that you're excited, and that you're scared to fully embrace that excitement.
Emily reaches between her legs. Two fingers disappear between her plump labia with ease. They emerge a moment later covered with slick cum. She holds them up and asks, "Do you want to suck his cum from my fingers, cuck?"
This is the moment. You could argue that you didn't have a choice before, that you tried to pull away the moment you realized you had another man's cum in your mouth. If you suck her fingers clean now, though, you have to admit that you want it. You have to admit that it turns you on to suck another man's cum from Emily's fingers, and that she's right about you, that you'd love to lick a superior man's seed from your wife's pussy.
"Yes, I want it," you admit. Of course you want it. Emily's right about you. She's been right about you from the start. You're nervous about it. You're scared about what it means about you, but you want it.
"Then claim what you want, cuck," she says. "Suck his cum off my fingers. Be a good little cum slut. Show me that you're every bit the cuckold cum dumpster that I think you are."
You lean forward. You pause with her fingers just a few inches from your mouth. You part your lips. You take her fingers on your tongue. You close your lips around them.
Emily laughs. "I knew you'd do it. I knew you'd be a cum slut. I knew you'd be a fucking cum whore for me. I knew you'd devour his load like a disgusting little cum pig. Now swallow every inch. Clean my fingers. Then I'll let you between my legs to dine on my sloppy cunt."
You swallow her fingers. You suck them clean. Her lover's cum dances on your taste buds. You feel it coat your throat. Suddenly you're completely enmeshed in your kinky desire. Suddenly all you want is to push your tongue into her cunt to dine on her thick seed.
Emily pulls her fingers from your mouth, grabs a handful of your hair, and guides your head between her legs. "Put your tongue inside me," she orders. "Clean my cunt."
You put your tongue inside her. You press your face against her pussy. You probe as deep as you can. It takes just a few moments for your taste buds to be awash in another man's cum. Your eyes go wide when the potency of it hits you.
"Play with your dick," Emily instructs. "Stroke that worthless little nub of flesh between your legs. Pursue your pleasure while you eat a real man's cum from my pussy. Don't you dare fucking orgasm, though."
You stroke your cock. The pleasure is heavenly. Every little touch lights up your loins with sensual joy.
"I sat on his cock to start," Emily says as you probe her pussy for more of his cum. "He's at least twice as big as you are, you pathetic cuck. He stretched out the sloppy cunt that you're tongue fucking right now. I sat down on him and my whole body came alive with pleasure. I leaned forward and I fed him my tits as I rode him slowly. I moaned as he flicked his tongue back and forth over my stiff nipples. He moaned as my cunt made him feel the pleasure that every man craves."
You probe for more cum and find it. You swallow as you look up at Emily and witness the pleasure on her face while she relives the sex she had just before you arrived.
"I know how your wife feels when she fucks one of her dates," Emily said. "I know how much pleasure she experiences when she has a real man's cock inside her. Though I can imagine it's actually better for her because she knows what it's like to fuck a disappointing loser like you. She knows what it's like to have your little cuck dick inside her, and to have you cum before she's even gotten a chance to get turned on."
You know it's true. You know you disappoint your wife when you fuck her. You know that her lovers make her cum far harder than you do. You know it and it turns you on.
"Now your wife has a clearer picture of who her husband is," Emily continues. "Now she knows that you get off on the idea of someone better fucking her. Now she has a slightly better understanding of what it means to be a cuckold, of how badly you want to know that you're inferior. Now she's starting to see you for the man you really are. Do you want her to see more of you, cuck? Do you want your wife to know the real you? Do you want her to feed you a steady stream of humiliation?"
"Yes," you admit as you look up at Emily. You swallow the cum in your mouth - her pussy is almost empty, but you're still working hard to clean it - and push your tongue back inside her.
"It's inevitable now, cuck," she says. "You've opened the floodgates. There's no stopping it. She's going to see the real you. She's going to know what you really are. She's going to understand just how much of a freak her husband is. Maybe, someday, she'll even feed you another man's cum from her pussy."
Your dick is so hard it hurts. Your balls are tight against your body. The tip of your cock is swollen in an extraordinary manner. You want to cum, but Emily hasn't given you permission, so you don't.
"That's enough," she says.
You could tongue fuck her pussy all day, but you sit back on your knees and look up at her.
"Get dressed and get out," Emily instructs. "You've served your purpose. You've given me the pleasure of feeding you a superior man's cum. You don't even deserve to get me off. I'm going to take care of that after you leave, and while I do I'm going to imagine you between my legs swallowing a stranger's fucking load like a worthless, disgusting little cum dumpster."
You stand and get dressed as Emily gently rubs her clit. You wish you could stay and watch - or help - but it's not your choice. She's in charge.
"I want you to try and fuck your wife tonight," she says. "I want you to beg her to tell you that he was better. I want you to help her see the real you, cuck."
"I will," you reply.
You turn and leave. You drive home with the taste of another man's cum in your mouth. You stay out long enough that you could have had lunch with a friend, and then you go home. Your wife greets you with a smile, asks you how lunch went, and returns to her book, which still has her utterly immersed.
You brush your teeth and tell your wife that you're going to make dinner for the both of you. You put together a romantic meal, complete with a bottle of red wine. You pull out all the stops to make it clear that you intend on seducing your wife that night. You enjoy the meal together. You finish the bottle of wine.
You adjourn to the couch and your wife is responsive to your desire to fool around. She welcomes your tongue into her mouth and your hand up her shirt. As you play with her breasts she unzips your pants and pulls out your cock.
"You're so hard," she notes.
"I want you," you reply.
That puts a smile on her face. She undresses and you do the same. She lies back on the couch and spreads her legs. You think of Emily getting fucked on her couch. You think of cleaning her lover's cum from her pussy as you move between your wife's legs.
"Your pussy feels so good," you say as you slide into her.
She smiles. She doesn't say that your cock feels good. She didn't say that she wants you, either. You like that, though. It makes you feel like a cuckold, like she prefers the superior men that fuck her.
You slide in and out of your wife's pussy. Each thrust brings you a little closer to your orgasm as you think of what you did for Emily and imagine doing the same for your wife.
As you get closer, your need to feel the thrill of being cuckolded grows. You want to hear your wife tell you that someone else fucks her better than you do. You want to hear her tell you that she prefers another man's cock. You're certain your orgasm won't be anywhere near as satisfying as you crave if you don't hear those words.
Between moans you ask, "Do you wish someone else's cock was inside you? Do you wish you were fucking one of your dates right now?"
She looks surprised. For a moment, at least. Then she smiles and reaches up to caress your face while you continue fucking her. She pulls your lips to hers for a deeply sensual kiss and softly says, "Yes, I wish someone else's cock was inside me right now."
You moan and fuck her harder. She studies your face and smiles. It seems that she finds some measure of joy in making you feel good by uttering those magic words.
"I wish I was getting fucked by that big cock I had a few weeks ago," she says as a look of pleasure comes over her face, making you wonder if she's actually picturing it. "I wish...I wish his big cock was reaching deep inside me and making me scream in pleasure."
You're so close and you can't help but try and claim the most pleasurable orgasm imaginable. "Please, tell me my cock can't satisfy you."
She wraps her legs around you, kisses your neck, and says, "Your cock can't satisfy me. You're not big enough. You can't satisfy me!"
You bury your cock inside her and cum. You close your eyes, lift your head, and unleash a wild moan of pleasure as you experience a kind of sexual bliss that's only happened a few times in your life. A smile slowly crosses your face as that bliss spreads through your body while your legs tremble.
"Thank you," you whisper softly.
"You're welcome," your wife says.
You look at her and smile. She seems happy, though you can't help but wonder if you've diminished yourself in her eyes. "Can I make you cum?" you ask. "With my fingers, perhaps? Or a vibrator?"
She nods. "That would be nice. I think your fingers will get the job done."
You pull out and lie next to her on the couch. You kiss her neck, chest, and breasts while rubbing her clit. You suck on her nipples. You work her slowly and sensually and eventually you give your wife an orgasm. As she cums, you can't help but think that she'd have cum harder with another man's cock inside her. That's a good thing, though, because it means she'll keep cuckolding you, and that's what you want more than anything.
