Cheating Made Me a Cuckquean Pt. 02

Literotic asexstories – Cheating Made Me a Cuckquean Pt. 02 by EroticHour,EroticHour
**Violet**

I still think back on that night a lot. We had repeated the hate fucking a great many times, but I still remember the first time we did it. Normal sex wasn’t enough for me anymore. I often started dumb fights with him so that he would make me shut up by showing me what he could use me for. But eventually he got behind this ploy and stopped giving me what I wanted, instead saying that a good relationship is built on passion and trust, not hate and aggressive sex. I mostly didn’t listen to him, being too shortsighted to know what was best for me.

So there I was, sitting in the tram on my way to break his trust. My plan was simple: He didn’t give me what I wanted, so I was going to have someone else give it to me. And when he found out, he would know what he was missing. He would hate me for betraying him, and then let his aggression out on my body. Just the thought of how it would go down made me wet.

I looked at my reflection in the window. My long black hair was tied up into a messy bun, exposing my slender neck. A few loose strains of hair contrasted against my porcelain skin. I wore a black two-piece dress that allowed glimpses at my flat stomach. I don’t usually bother much with makeup. Most people agree that I don’t need it. Especially today, where it would only get ruined eventually. But a bit of mascara running down a girl’s face after a blowjob never hurt anyone.

When my stop came, I stood up, making sure I didn’t leave a wet spot on the seat that was caused by my fantasising. At 1.82 metres (6 ft.), I towered over most girls around. I liked that I could intimidate most people by just standing near them and putting on a slightly sexual look. There was a couple sitting further back in the street car, which was looking at me as I walked towards them to get to the exit. The boy was looking me up and down, likely undressing me in his head. I glanced towards the girl. She was also staring at me, but I could see a hint of awe in her face. She wanted to be like me. Or maybe she also wanted to be with me. I revelled in the fact that I was someone people wanted to have–something to be desired. I ran my hands over my body, a move that an innocent bystander would see as me straightening my clothes. But for those two, I was putting on a show, letting them know what they couldn’t have.

From the station, it was only a short walk to Daniel’s apartment. I rang the doorbell and checked my clothes once more. I pulled my top down a bit and pushed my tits up in my bra. The door opened, and before me stood Daniel in cargo shorts and a Woodcutters shirt that looked slightly odd on his coloured skin. He and my boyfriend played basketball together, and they have since become friends. He was even taller than me, and the muscles on his arms could make any woman blush. But he also must have found something nice to look at, as I could see his eyes travelling up and down my body, eventually landing on my bosom.

“Hello Dan,” I greeted him.

“Uhh… Oh, hello, Vi.” I had obviously pulled him out of a slight stupor. “What can I do for you? Come on in.”

“Thanks. I hope I am not disturbing you at this time.”

“Not at all, Vi. You’re always welcome here. Can I get you anything? I still have some of that Merlot from the last time you two visited. Is Ethan still outside?”

“A glass of wine would be perfect. And I’m alone here this time.” His eyes narrowed. The only reason we knew each other was our mutual friendship with my boyfriend Ethan. Even though he was clearly puzzled about the situation, he was too much of a gentleman and guided me to their combined kitchen and living room. He went and got a wine bottle from their storeroom and poured a glass for me. For himself, he grabbed a beer in a pint glass. He motioned to the seating area at the other end of the room. I sat down on the armchair, slowly crossing my legs.

“So what brings you to us, Vi?” He said this while sitting down opposite me.

“I just came by to chat. By the way, where is Ellie?” Ellie was Daniel’s girlfriend. She was a cute little thing that was way too hyperactive for my taste, but she was always friendly and open-minded, so we got along. I saw on her socials that she would be out today having a girls night, which was why I came over today to have Dan all to myself. But I wanted to feign innocence in the beginning, so I still asked about her whereabouts.

“She’s in down-town, clubbing with her friends.”

“Oh, aren’t you worried she might get picked up by some boys while you aren’t there?”

“I wouldn’t worry about her; she knows how to handle those situations.” A shy laugh came from his mouth.

“You two make a great couple, you know. You are both fun to be around, and you especially are always so open-minded; it almost makes me feel bad about myself sometimes.”

“Thanks, I guess. But you shouldn’t beat yourself down about it. Sometimes you need someone who is a little more stern to tell you that you’ve gone off track. And I’ve never regretted a single moment I spent with you t-two.” His voice almost faltered at the end of that sentence as I uncrossed my legs, giving him a short glimpse under my skirt before I lent forward to pick up my wine glass from the coffee table, making it possible for him to stare down my top.

“If you would excuse me for a sec’,” Dan said. “I have to go to the bathroom real quick.” With that, he stood up and left the room. This was going to be easier than I thought. He was already stammering and struggling to keep his eyes above my chest. Maybe there might be something happening today already, and I didn’t have to mould him over multiple meetings. I decided to take my chance. When Dan came back, I had moved to the couch and left my purse on the armchair. But I had tugged my phone into the waistband of my skirt; I was going to need that to secure ‘evidence’. The only free spot was now next to me. I looked into his eyes when he sat down. There was no hint of his shy awkwardness from before. Instead, he looked confident; he must have had a look in the mirror and told himself that he was going to do this.

“You know,” I started, “Ethan and I have been fighting a lot lately. And in all of this, some parts of our relationship have been… lacking.”

He took a big swig from his beer before answering. “And you think I know him closely enough, so I could help out?” He put a hand on my knee. A gesture that was both calming in a deep talk and confirming some underlying innuendo. This removed my remaining doubt that he was down with this.

“Would you do that? Would you help me out?” I leaned towards him and put one hand on his chest. His heart was beating fast–probably not as fast as mine, though.

“Just tell me what you need me to do, Vi.”

“First of all, I need you to get this shirt off.” I moved to straddle him, ripping the buttons on his shirt open. My head tilted forward, giving him a sloppy kiss on the lips. This wasn’t romantic; in this moment, it was just about the pleasure of the flesh.

“Where do you want to take this, Vi?”

“Somewhere more comfortable.”

He picked me up from his lap and walked us towards the bedroom. My legs were wrapped around his waist as we made out on our way there. We took a few detours into various walls, but eventually he threw me onto the queen-sized bed.

“Do you want me to keep the skirt on?” I asked while taking my top and bra off.

“No, I want to see all of you.” After I had stripped completely, I looked up and saw that he had done the same. His muscular body was there for me to fully take in, but my eyes were transfixed between his legs. He was big. And not only as in the stereotypical black person big. He was big even for that standard, like porn title-worthy big.

“How does Emily…” I had slight concerns. I looked down my flat tummy and wondered how far it would reach–if it would fit in the first place.

He laughed. “I can take it slow if you…”

“No,” I interrupted him. “I want you to be rough with me; show me what Ethan doesn’t give me. But first, I need some warm-up.” With that, I moved to the edge of the bed, where his dick already awaited me. Without touching it with my hands, I ran my tongue along the bottom of his shaft. I could see the approval on his face as I did it. When I reached the tip, I mustered my resolve and pushed my head down his dick as far as I could, as fast as I could.

“Oh fuck!” He exclaimed, clearly satisfied with my mouth. I could barely take him halfway, but if you know the right technique, that is enough to make a guy remember you for a long time. I used my tongue around his member and could taste some pre-cum leaking from his tip as my head bobbed up and down his cock. I could feel his hands on the back of my head, undoing the bun my hair was made into.

“You want it rough, you said?” He managed to say between his moans

“Give me everything you got!” I only came up to say that and immediately went back down.

“Don’t mind if I do.” He grabbed the back of my head and thrust his cock into my throat. I couldn’t take him completely before I gagged. My nose stopped just shy of his stomach. He held me there for a moment before my reflexes kicked in, and I pushed against his thighs so he would let me up for air.

“Fuck, that was hot!” I gasped when I pulled away. He wanted to push me back down, but I resisted for a moment. “Wait. I want to remember this.” I grabbed my phone from my pile of clothes, unlocked it, and gave it to him.

“You really are a slut, aren’t you?”

“Yes! I’m a slut for big dick. I want you to use my holes for your pleasure. Don’t worry about me. Now get back to fucking my face!” I looked into the camera on my phone. When Ethan was going to see this, he should know why I was doing it. He was going to know what he was missing: my sexy body, completely available for him; for him to fuck and use; for him to do with it as he saw fit; and for him to let out his frustrations about his cheating girlfriend. My hands were furiously rubbing my clit and I was close to orgasm when Dan pulled my head up.

“I don’t want this to end too early. Lay down, slut!”

I turned around and lay on my back, spreading my legs to expose my tight pussy to him. “Use me, Dan! Fuck me hard!”

“Damn, you really want this bad, don’t you?” He got close, and I squirmed a little when I felt his dick on my pussy lips. He was rubbing it up and down my cunt, teasing me and feeling my wetness with his dick.

“What are you waiting for? Fuck me!”

Suddenly, the bedroom door opened. ‘Fuck, I thought Ellie wasn’t going to be home until much later.’ I couldn’t tell what was faster: my mind thinking I fucked up badly; my heart working overtime because of the adrenalin that was released in that moment; or my hands and feet trying to grab the blanket to try and cover up my naked body. My body couldn’t decide whether to hide my face in shame or look at my impending doom, trying to defend itself from the fight that was surely about to happen. Eventually, I got a glimpse of the door. But it wasn’t Ellie that had caught us. The truth was much worse. In the door frame stood my boyfriend Ethan.

“Ethan, babe. Th-This i-isn’t what it looks like, I promise.” I could see my life flash before my eyes. In all of this, I didn’t think of a scenario where he caught me. My plan was to let him know at some point when I could control the situation. But now I lay there naked, all my wrongdoings laid open.

“Well, it looks like you’re a bad slut who likes to tease men and rob them of their satisfaction.” His voice was stern. There was absolutely no sympathy for me whatsoever.

“I’m so sorry, babe; I didn’t mean to…”

“Maybe I didn’t make myself very clear. But you seem to have started something with Dan here and didn’t have the courtesy to finish him off. So get back to it, slut!”

‘Wait what?’ My eyes went back and forth between Ethan and Dan. To my surprise, Dan didn’t even try to cover himself up. He just stood there, looking at me with sly eyes. ‘What the hell was going on?’

“Aren’t you mad at me for chea…”

“Oh my god!” Ethan interrupted me. “That cock doesn’t get fucked by itself, Vi!” With that, he went to the bed and pulled the blanket off me.

“I- I don’t understand. What do you mean?”

“I think this slut is so brain-dead she forgot how to do her only job. I think you will have to take the lead, Dan.”

“Gladly!” My legs got pulled towards the edge of the bed. I let out a surprise yelp as Dan pulled me towards him. I turned on my knees and tried to crawl away, but Dan had already grabbed my hips. “You want it, doggy, slut? I’m fine with that.” When I felt his dick on my pussy again, I looked towards Ethan with confusion.

“Ethan, I still love you! Please forgive meahhh!” My words turned into moans when I felt Dans big, porn-sized dick push into my tight cunt. He didn’t go far at first, but I wasn’t used to anything with that girth entering my pussy. It was somewhat painful, and I had tears running down my face, both from the discomfort of my pussy being violated and from thinking about how I had screwed up. A hand was placed on my face–not to choke me or slap me, but to wipe the tears away. It slowly went lower to pull my chin up. I opened my eyes and looked directly into my boyfriend’s face.

“And I still love you, Vi.” He kissed me on my forehead. “But for now, you have some unfinished business to attend to.” ‘Was he really okay with this? What did I do in a previous life to deserve such a loving boyfriend?’ I didn’t have too much time to think about it, though, as I could feel Dan thrust into me again. He slowly started to increase the pace he was pounding me with. I wanted to talk to Ethan and tell him that I love him, but I couldn’t form any sentences in my head that didn’t only consist of profanities.

“You call that ‘fucking’ Dan? I thought she told you to be rough.” I tried to steady myself for what came next. Dan pulled back so that only his tip remained inside of me. Then he pulled my hips back violently and thrust forward at the same time. I let out a bloody scream when his dick touched my cervix. But my screams quickly turned into moans as my body revelled in its abuse. His dick reached places no man had ever explored before, hitting spots that were still untouched. These new sensations quickly gave me my first orgasm of the night. My brain shut off completely, and my body gave in to the pleasure. My arms gave way, and I fell head first on the bed, with my ass being held up by Dan, who didn’t slow his pounding.

We went at it in this position for a bit before Dan pulled me up and turned me around on my back so that my head was hanging off the edge of the bed. Through the open bedroom door, I could hear a key in the front door lock. Ethan and Dan looked at each other, and both started to smile. Dan nodded, and Ethan turned around and left the bedroom.

“Oh, hi Ethan!” Ellie’s voice was faint through the half-closed door. I looked up at Dan worryingly. Even if Ethan was fine with this, I hadn’t thought about how this might affect their relationship. But Dan didn’t seem to care. Instead, he put a hand on my mouth to stop me from making noise and then began to probe my entrance with the tip of his dick again.

“Hello Ellie! How was your night?”

“Meh, so and so. Vicky hit off on the wrong guy, and we got kicked out after a fight. Georgia was too drunk to walk to another club, so we called it early.” While listening to their conversation, I could feel Dan push into me, and I let out a muffled moan into the palm of his hand.

“But don’t let me drag down the mood. What have you been up to? Are you and Dan watching a game together?”

“We’ve been having some fun. Why don’t you join us? This night could still have a happy end.”

Ellie giggled. “I might take you up on your offer. Wait, is that Vi’s wine glass? Is she here too? And where is Dan?”

Dan was inside me, all the way inside me. He was fucking me as fast as he could without making too much noise.

“Come on, I’ll show you what we’ve been up to.” The bedroom door opened, and at that moment, Dan lost his inhibitions and went at it as hard as he could, his balls slapping against my ass.

“Oh my!” Ellie gasped when she saw our little scene. But it was more of a playful gasp than a shocked one. “You’ve been having quite some fun, it seems.” With that, she walked over to Dan and gave him a kiss on the lips. “Hey babe. Enjoying yourself?”

“A lot. This slut is up for quite a bit.” Ellie giggled at him calling me a slut. “And she’s having fun too, don’t you, slut?” I couldn’t answer; my mind was too focused on the large fleshy rod destroying my insides.

Ellie straddled me and grabbed my tits. “I wanted to play with these since we met each other.” She pinched and pulled on my nipples playfully, which sent me over the edge again. While my body was spasming in orgasmic pleasure, Ellie kissed me on the lips. She wasn’t the first girl to touch me, but in that moment, I felt like an inexperienced teenager being dominated into her first sexual encounter. Dan allowed me some room to breathe and slowed down.

“Wait, why are you still clothed, Ethan?” Ellie noticed.

“Vi has been a bad slut and hasn’t offered to take care of me yet.”

She giggled at that. “Well, then let me be a good girl and make up for that.”

Ethan moved close to us at the end of the bed, and Ellie unbuckled his pants. She giggled when she got a grasp of my boyfriend’s dick. “Just how I remembered it.” ‘Wait what? Have they done this before?’ I was so confused, but that didn’t stop Ellie from going down on Ethan. While he isn’t small by any stretch of the imagination, Ellie was clearly used to going down on much bigger dicks, namely the one in my cunt right then. I looked up at her, taking Ethan’s cock down her throat over my face. ‘Was I okay with her sucking off Ethan? Was I okay with someone else being intimate with my boyfriend?’ Weirdly, I was. But I was also slightly jealous. Jealous of Ellie for getting to have his dick in her mouth. I wanted it to be shoved down my throat too.

Ellie must have read my hungry look when she pulled away. “Did you ever get spit roasted, Vi?” I shook my head slightly. “Well, you know what to do, boys!” I lifted my head up to try and get to Ethan’s dick faster. “Oh my, she really is eager. Now open wide!” He entered my mouth, and I had to figure out my ups and downs in my inverted position. Dan started to move inside of me again. “Wait, I want to try something!” Ethan stopped halfway down my throat before Ellie put a hand on my neck, squeezed slightly, and then moved her hand up and down. She was giving him a handjob through my throat. “Does that feel good?” It did for me. I liked having a dick down my throat and being choked; both at the same time made me ecstatic.

“Heavenly!” Ethan exclaimed.

“Well, I hope not too good, because I want to have some fun with it myself before you blow.” I felt the hand from my throat vanish before it slapped my tits playfully. “Now let go of it, you greedy bitch! Hugging all the cocks for herself, can you believe it?” Ethan pulled out of me, but my lips tried to suck him back in, all while my lips downstairs tried to suck in Dan.

Ellie pushed Ethan away and got off of me herself while trying to get her dress off. “Ugh! Who designs dresses that are so hard to take off? The only reason I wear these is to find someone who will tear it off me, not someone who wants to mummify me.” Ethan didn’t care. He had already undressed himself and went down between her legs to pull her panties down under her skirt.

I looked at them upside down while Dan was thrusting into me. Ethan tried to eat Ellie out, but she quickly pulled his head away. “I’m already wet; you don’t need to prepare me.” He didn’t need to be told twice, as he stood up, pulled down her remaining strap from her shoulder to expose her little tits, and then picked her up and threw her on to the bed next to me with her dress wrapped around her slim waist. He then proceeded to use it as a handlebar to pull her up slightly and angle his dick towards her pussy.