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Homecoming

So there’s this girl that I used to play with years ago–call her Jennifer. Like lots of cunts eventually do, Jennifer eventually decided that the time in her life when she was going to explore filthy, disgusting sex was over. She wanted to find a nice boy and settle down. And so she did. But the thing about Jennifer–the thing about cunts like Jennifer, really–is that they don’t want nice boys. They just want to want nice boys.

I think it’s a simple truth that you can only fight your nature for so long. So I wasn’t totally surprised when, about six months ago, maybe halfway into the pandemic, Jennifer started texting me again. It had been about two years since we had ended things, and she’d been seeing somebody nice and vanilla for more than a year of that time. He loved her, she said. He was nice to her. But whenever they were finished having sex, she always excused herself to the bathroom, laid down on the floor with her face near the base of the toilet, and rubbed to orgasm thinking about what I used to do to her.

She thought about how I used to invite a couple of friends over and we’d all brutally fuck her ass. How we made her clean our cocks out of her ass, laughed and called her a shit-licking cunt and a toilet-mouth slut. How I’d make her crawl around the living room naked while we watched the game. How everybody would make her get them beers. (”Get them beers”: we’d make her crawl to the fridge, shove the bottles in her cunt, and then crawl back to us like that. We’d laugh as we pulled the cold bottles out of her wet hole, and then we’d spank her or finger her asshole for a second while she begged for an orgasm we never gave her.) She thought about how we’d make her lick the spit out of the palms of our hands. About how may cocks she sucked for me. (Dozens, easily.) About how I’d made her drink my piss while my friends made videos of it on their phones to jerk off to later. About how I’d make videos of her masturbating and telling me her most disgusting fantasies, and then send those videos out as invitations to our little parties.

She’d tried, she said. But she couldn’t do it. And…would I ever think about taking her back? She’d leave her boyfriend tomorrow, she told me, one hand on her cunt, to be my on-call side bitch. I told her I wasn’t really interested. But she persisted. And I mean for months. Her begging. Sending me pictures and audio files. Telling me all the things she’d do for me. Disgusting things. Horrible fucking cunt things. Me ignoring her. Telling her that I’d moved on. Her begging harder. Sending even more disgusting pictures and audio files. Promising to do even worse things for me. The worst things you can imagine. Worse than that.

Finally I broke down. I told her I’d consider taking her back, but she was going to have to earn it. She said she’d do anything. So I told her that she and her boyfriend should get a hotel room at a particular hotel near my place. She should pay for it and give it to him like a present–a “romantic getaway”. She should imply that there would be lots of fucking on this getaway. She should text me when they arrived. While I was on my way, she should tell him to step out on the balcony and enjoy the view of the city while she got changed into something hot. When he was out there, she should lock the door and wait for me to show up. She could lie on the bed and edge her cunt while he watched thinking about what was about to happen, but she couldn’t let him back in.

When I knocked on the door of their hotel room, she opened the door to the room, dressed in sexy, see-through black lingerie, her panties pulled to one side to expose her wet hole. The whole room smelled like cunt. I laughed, grabbed her by the hair and dragged her back into the room.

I looked her boyfriend right in the eye through the glass door, smiled, and slapped Jennifer in the face as hard as I could. He started banging on the sliding glass door with his fists. She reeled, moaned, and leaned down to kiss my foot. As she licked and groaned with pleasure, I looked at him again and laughed. She looked up at me, her eyes worshipful. I spit in her face. She gave my foot another kiss. “I missed you, Sir,” she said. “You’re my king.”

“I know stupid,” I said. I reached down and ripped her lingerie until it was hanging off her like a rag. I grabbed her by the hair and slammed her face into the window so she was looking right at her boyfriend. Then I stuck two of my fingers in her ass. She squealed. I leaned over and whispered into her ear what I wanted her to say to him. She started talking.

She told him that she couldn’t ever really love him. That she was sorry for what she was. Then she begged me to fuck her ass while he watched. To hurt her. I jammed her face against the window harder, reached down to pull my cock out, and pushed into her. She screamed. I started to pound her now-tight hole and I talked to her about the old days, loudly enough for her boyfriend to hear every word. I told her about how my friends missed our anal gangbang cunt. She begged me to call them again. She looked right into her boyfriend’s eyes and told me that she’d do anything if I’d call them again. She told me that to prove her devotion, she’d even beg her loser boyfriend to take her back. She stopped talking to spit right at his face. Her spit landed on the glass. I laughed. Then she continued. She’d beg so hard and so persistently that he would take her back, she said, eventually, and then she’d beg him to marry her. She’d pretend he was her king. She’d convince him. Then, on their wedding night, she’d let my friends come into their honeymoon suite, tie him up, gangbang her, and cover her wedding dress with piss.

I pulled out of her ass and jacked off onto her face. Wiped my cock clean in her hair. Then I pulled her old collar out of my pocket, snapped it back around her neck, and attached her leash. She kicked off the tattered remains of her lingerie. I put my jacket on her so she wouldn’t be completely naked as I walked her to the car. We left the rest of her things in the hotel room and walked out the door, her following me on the leash, shoeless, collared, and almost naked, my cum leaking down her leg. Her boyfriend still on the balcony. For housekeeping to let in, I guess. I never did find out.

Cuckcake 2020

I Think I Might Have a Real Cuckcake?

So I think Daddy’s Korean Girlfriend might be a proper actual cuckcake for me. 

I went to Daddy’s today as planned because she had the place to herself. We were going to have a day of intense scening and primal fucking. Turns out Daddy got both of those, I got one of those, hehe. 

For anyone who missed it I woke up to texts from Daddy’s Korean Girlfriend. One of them in which she said she knew what our plans were today and that I should ask Daddy, beg Daddy to fuck her instead. To do all the sadistic stuff she had planned to me, but have the sex with Daddy’s Korean Girlfriend instead. Because she’s better than me. And I’m not allowed orgasms today anyway so what a waste, right?  When Daddy arrived I told her and I told her I wanted her to do it. She decided she needed to have a chat with Daddy’s Korean Girlfriend so I went down on my hands and knees to worship Daddy’s boots while they talked on the phone. Daddy put her on speaker phone so I could hear the conversation. 

Daddy’s Korean Girlfriend explained she’d been reading my blog and if I was so pathetic I wanted my Daddy to fuck better women she would be more than happy to oblige. She said it was for my benefit, but then asked honestly if Daddy could deny she was a better lay. Daddy agreed. They talked a little about how much better she was than me, partly I suspect because I was moaning and needy with my lips on Daddy’s boot. Daddy asked me if this was what I wanted and I said yes. She asked me if I wanted Daddy’s Korean Girlfriend to come over and watch me get beaten, and to fuck my Daddy. I said yes. 

So the plan was agreed, Daddy invited Daddy’s Korean Girlfriend over and got to work scening with me. I was stripped, tied up, gagged and flogged and paddled. Daddy’s Korean Girlfriend arrived just in time to see me get worked over with the cane. Daddy told me she had planned to use the riding crop to leave me in a fit state for fucking but that it was no longer necessary to leave me useful for anything.  During all of this Daddy’s Korean Girlfriend stripped down to her lingerie and sat on Daddy’s bed, watching and sipping on diet coke. Making occasional comments. 

When the beating was over and Daddy went to untie me Daddy’s Korean Girlfriend suggested just leaving me tied up because if I was untied I’d just touch myself anyway. So I was left tied up and then at Daddy’s Korean Girlfriend’s request blindfolded while they had sex. Vocal sex. 

I just lay there on the floor dealing with the post-caning pain and got wetter and wetter.

When they were done my blindfold was removed and I cleaned Daddy’s cock enthusiasticly. Then I had to kneel infront of Daddy’s Korean Girlfriend and thank her for giving Daddy the kind of sex she deserved. Thank her for being better than me. She spit in my open mouth and had me worship her ass to show her how grateful I was. She and Daddy made out while I did.

She stayed for dinner. Daddy and Daddy’s Korean Girlfriend ate at the table. I spent dinner under the table arms bound and being useful. Worshipping feet and pussies both because missing one meal wouldn’t hurt me.

After dinner they made out some more and the three of us talked about what had happened. I admitted it was a fantasy come to life. They asked if it had ever been too much and I kind of admitted that if anything I wished Daddy’s Korean Girlfriend were meaner. They made me go into detail.

I admitted I wanted her to spit on me more. Slap me more. Make me worship her ass and feet more. Piss on me. That sort of thing.

We had a long talk about limits and consent, Daddy making clear what Daddy’s Korean Girlfriend could and couldn’t do to me. What I wanted and didn’t. Then she went home and Daddy and I began our aftercare and more lengthy conversations.

I admitted that while I found it incredibly hot when Daddy’s Korean Girlfriend said she didn’t see why Daddy would ever need to fuck me again while she was around I didn’t want Daddy to stop fucking me. Daddy said if I felt up to it she’d fuck me right there and then to put my mind at rest. I said yes and I got fucked. But Daddy thought i was so turned on that if she so much as touched my cunt I’d have an orgasm I wasn’t allowed. So she fucked my ass.

My butt still hurt from the canning and I kind of had a bit of a cry while she fucked me. Which didn’t put her off even a little bit.

I gotta say so far 2020 is fucking great!

How did you and your husband get into this lifestyle ?

We started slowly. Husband once told me he feels excited when I misbehave. I told we could explore that a bit more.

I started texting guys on dating app in front of him, meeting them on dates until I make out with one of them in front of my husband. We both enjoyed and we started doing regularly.

Yes, please. We all know you can take it😏😏

Wish someone was behind me😩😩

This is an acceptable reason.

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My tits make you stupid😇