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I want your girlfriend to kiss my foot and beg me to stop exploiting and humiliating you.
Tell her I won't stop otherwise.
Honey look into the camera. This will go straight to our family album. Another woman whose feet you are licking and who you are begging to allow you to watch and touch your pussy as she fucks me.
Use my girlfriend like the little bitch in heat she is.
You are nothing but a dog before me, bark for my amusement!
The Early Years - Part 1
Partly inspired by the awesome first blog post by @markie_monroe, I am doing something I’ve been thinking about on and off and writing about some of my early experience. In a way I want to write about it because I think coming of age and early sex is still something that’s not really talked about especially for young girls. It can lead to confusion and frustration.
I grew up in a small town in the south of the UK. It was a time before the internet had made its way into homes and mobile phones were reserved for rich business people to call their stockbroker. The summer holidays when I was a kid felt like an age and it was great to have so much free time. I think it was tough for my full time working parents to know how best to keep an eye on me.
I think it was the second week of the holiday when I started meeting up with a friend and her sister. We would walk to the park or some open fields, talk and gossip, make up stories, drink coke or sometimes if we were lucky some alcopops. My friends sister was older and confident. I think that young Lucy probably had one of my first crushes on her but I didn’t really know that’s what it was at the time.
We met up most afternoons and one day we were sitting on the grass when my friends sister who I’m going to call Karen just asked out of nowhere, do you touch your pussy?
I wasn’t naive and I knew what the question meant but I was a bit thrown by the blunt nature of it. No one else I knew had ever talked about this. “Uh um I er”
Karen interrupted. “Do you know how to touch it?” Has Beth (her sister) shown you? I stared at Beth, stunned that it seemed she knew more than me about this. “Uh no I think I know.”
Karen laughs now “so you’ve done it then? You’ve touched your pussy yeah?” I was feeling more in control now. “Why? Do you want to perv over me or something?” I pushed back trying to hide my embarrassment. “I’ve seen Beth do it.” Karen replied. I watched as her sister turned a deep red colour and avoided my eye while reaching over to poke her older sister in the ribs. “It’s not pervy. I just don’t mind helping if you want to know how.” I don’t think I knew how to reply. I just shrugged and pretended to be looking at the clouds or the fields or something. I think I was hoping Karen would drop it. “You need to rub first. It helps you get wet so you can get a finger in like a cock.” I stared now, deep inside I badly wanted to know more and ask questions but I didn’t want to seem silly and babyish so I just nodded suggesting, I hoped, that this wasn’t new information to me. “You can just rub if you want. You can cum that way or put a finger in once your wet. I have cum from both.” I didn’t really know what cum meant but again I didn’t want to ask.
Karen nudged her sister and it all went quiet. After a few minutes Beth said “I’m only doing it if you and Lucy do it too.” Karen frowns “But you agreed. Bitch I want my halter top back.” It didn’t really make sense to me then but I realise now that the sisters had reached some kind of deal where Beth was going to touch herself but she backed out.
There was silence again. I tried talking about something else, a TV show I think or maybe a film. It didn’t last though, after a few minutes Karen says “I’ll do it, it show you how Lucy.” And she began to undo her jeans. I was torn. I didn’t want to seem uncool or embarrassed but at the same time I was massively curious. In a few moments, Karen was naked below the waist to her ankles with her legs open on the grass. I can’t deny I was staring. She did as she and touched herself occasionally mumbling instructions presumably aimed at me. These became more and more sporadic though as she enjoyed her own touch. After a few moments she climaxed, breathing heavily and moaning softly. Not long after she calmly pulled up her pants and smiled. “That’s how you touch yourself Lucy. You can try it at home.”
That was it then. We started talking about another film and the moment was gone. I did as Karen said though. Later that day, in the privacy of my own room after bedtime, I removed my pyjamas and lay on my bed naked. I hadn’t really looked at my vulva before and I considered it with new thoughts now. Slowly I ran my hand down my thigh and then between my legs. I gently teased and rubbed which felt good. I kept seeing Karen in my mind and I enjoyed rubbing myself thinking of what happened earlier but after a while I noticed that the shudder and moan that Karen seemed to experience wasn’t happening to me. I wondered if I was doing something wrong or maybe I needed to try a bit longer. After a while I just assumed she knew the trick that I didn’t and gave up.
another weekend with Harry?
Yup! But sleeping on the floor because Daddy’s Korean Girlfriend is also visiting.
all I can think about lately is my husband taking me into our basement, tying me up, stuffing me with the biggest dildo, putting the vibrator on full speed, and filling a prettier, skinnier girl up with his cum on my side of bed 🐷💗
I love her stories; how Becca writes down them.
So last night Daddy and my roommate came home about 11pm, not drunk but they’d definitely had a drink or two and with shopping bags.
I know my roommate doesn’t have the money for or the inclination to spend money at the stores the bags were for because I know those bags, Harry has bought me stuff in them before. The dress my roommate was wearing wasn’t the one she wore when she left. It was new. And I know at least one of the bags was a lingerie place Harry is fond of.
She blushed and stammered a bit when we were talking about it but insisted that Harry insisted. I told her I know how Harry gets, and I do. She does make it really hard to refuse her generosity.
I also know when she’s bought me lingerie in that place she’s had me step out of the fitting room so she can see her purchases on me before buying, to make me display myself… so… she can make that hard to refuse too. But I don’t know if she did. I do know she would be sure I’d think of it though.
Harry apologised for staying out so late and explained she thought it was important to reconnect with my roommate as we were so close and Harry was planning to be with me a long time so should probably get close to her too. Of course I said it was fine and I was happy they were connecting and my cunt was aching and my heart hurt the good jealous hurt.
Here’s the thing, I know the gifts were trivial, to Harry. They’re not to someone like me though. Or my roommate. And I know Harry likes to flatter … girls she likes with gifts.
Urgh. Fuck. Jealous. Good jealous. Even though I still don’t think anything happened / will happen. But there’s just enough doubt to make my cunt wet, as Harry herself pointed out to me when she was fucking me after we were alone in our room.
My Mistress is a real head fuck and I love her.
the first time
Where we live in the country, there are coffee stands on nearly every corner. In some counties, there are even coffee stands that offer a little something extra with your coffee. Im not sure why they’re called bikini baristas. Ive never seen a girl in a bikini. In fact, I’ve only ever seen them wear lingerie, electrical tape with a thong, or stripper outfits to be honest.
Keeping this in mind, I suggested to my husband during a particularly fun conversation that perhaps he should go down there, order a coffee, flirt a bit, and see how things go. Maybe after regular visits, he’d find a girl he hit it off with.
It was playful conversation one night during foreplay. Afterwards, I wanted to take a bit of the pressure off of him. After all, this was my fantasy, not his… I told him it wouldn’t matter if it actually happened. Making up a story to tell me about picking up one of the baristas and bringing her home to our bed to fuck her, would do just as well.
…
A few days passed and then I got a text, “Can’t wait to tell you all about the barista tonight while I fuck you.” My knees weakened a bit as I reread the message over and over. Unconsciously, I bit my lip and reached down to touch the wetness that was forming between my legs.
I kinda hoped that he would wait awhile before making up the barista story, cause I wanted it to feel believable. Regardless, this was the first step in our cuckquean adventure and I was just excited he was playing along.
When he appeared at the front door that night, he was already wearing a sly smile. He opened the door and found me standing in the kitchen, finishing up the dishes. Brushing the hair off my shoulders, he leaned in and kissed my neck. “When you finish up here, meet me in the room.”
…
“Come here, I want to show you something,” he demanded. I crawled across the bed to where he was seated. He motioned for me to sit in front of him and lay back against the heat of his chest. Whatever it was we were about to look at, he wanted me front row, but with access to my body.
I leaned back against him as he scrolled through an Instagram page full of what I could now tell was bikini baristas. “Ooooh, which one did you pick to tell me about?” I asked.
The squares on the screen each featured a different girl in sexy clothes. Most were playing to the camera with their puckered lips and perky tits. “Which one would you want me to fuck?” he growled in my ear.
“Mmmm,” his breath against my neck made me weak. I scrolled through and looked at all of our options. Each one was pretty in her own rite. They were all around 10-15 years younger than me, and none looked like they’d had children. Everything about them was perfect and perky.
I found a petite brunette with a round ass and big natural tits. She also was dressed in the prettiest black lace lingerie, with a garter belt and thigh highs to match. I knew he’d like her. “I want you to bring her home, baby,” I said as I clicked the square, enlarging the original picture.
She was prettier than me, not by much, but by enough that I felt a pang of insecurity as he grazed his thumb over the picture. “I was hoping you’d like that one,” he whispered against my neck. “I took your advice, baby girl. I stopped by that coffee stand on my way to work yesterday.” His fingers skimmed along my thighs. I uncrossed my legs to allow him more access.
“I ordered a drink, but they were out of what I wanted, so I asked the barista to recommend a drink for me.” He went on to tell me about their flirtacious banter. “When I signed the receipt, I wrote my number on the bottom.” His fingers now lightly grazed my parted lips through the fabric. I was already a dripping mess. I leaned into him as he swirled his finger around my clit, barely touching me.
“She texted me yesterday. Nothing risque… at first, but we got to talking and I told her about your dirty little fantasy. I casually mentioned I was having a hard time meeting girls in the area who would be down with the situation and she didn’t believe me. She said I shouldn’t have any trouble at all finding girls to fuck.”
I whimpered as he pulled my thong to the side, exposing me. “We’ll look at that,” he cooed, “I haven’t even gotten to the good part and you’re already a mess.” His fingers circled over my clit while, with his other hand, he reached up under my shirt for a handful of my tits.
Teasing me with his fingers, he tells me how casual conversation turned into flirting last night. He says she sent him pictures and exits the instagram app. He opens his messages and suddenly I’m confused.
Wait, did this actually happen or is this fantasy?
He scrolls quickly through conversation so I can’t read it. My brain tries playing catch up. So, wait, this actually happened? He went down there to pick up a girl? My stomach is in knots. I feel light-headed and try to come to terms with what is happening. I wanted this… Right? He opens one of the pictures she sent, its a sexy shot of her in lingerie. Fuck, I think. She’s gorgeous… I’m feeling wildly insecure. Maybe I can’t do this.
He flips through a few more photos of her in lingerie before he stops and pulls his fingers away from my clit. His fingers are slick. My pussy is wet with envy. “There’s no denying it now, baby… I knew this turned you on, but I’ve never seen you soak through the bedsheet like that, ” he says pointing to the puddle in our bed.
I’m embarrassed. So many thoughts are going through my head, everything is chaos, the room starts to spin. He swipes to show me the last picture.
I audibly gasp when it comes into focus. “Look at that,” he says, zooming in on the center of the photo. She’s seated on a bed with her legs splayed open. Her right hand is holding the phone while her left hand spreads her pussy open. It’s fucking beautiful and pink and perfect. “That’s the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen,” he whispers into my ear. I whimper again and he slides his fingers inside me.
I lean back into him and close my eyes.
“I could hardly keep up at work last night. Between texting her all night and two trips I had to make to the bathroom, I was behind the whole time. I got so hard looking at her pictures and talking about her being apart of your fucked up little fantasy, I had to jerk off. But the conversation kept going beyond that and before I knew it, I had to jerk off again. That’s never happened to me before. I don’t know that I’ve ever been that turned on.” His words sting, but the ache between my legs intensifies. My hips buck upward, my body betraying me and begging him to continue as the pressure builds.
“You like that, huh, baby?”
I nod my head.
“No, I want to hear you say it.”
My voice cracks. I’m so close now. “You should go back tomorrow. I want you to fuck her. You deserve to fuck her, baby.” I’m right on the edge.
“Remember when I picked up coffee for us this morning?” he asks, “…I fucked her first.”
An intense orgasm washes through my body. His fingers slow to a steady pace as we ride through my clenching muscle spasms. My breath slows to a normal pace before either of us speaks.
“That was everything I hoped it would be, babe,” I said as I rested against him, “Thank you.”
Holding my chin, he turns my face up towards his, “Show me your thankful,” he says, “get on your knees.” I do as I’m told and slide off the bed and get down. He turns to grab something from the bed. I wait patiently at his feet.
It’s his phone. He opens a video and starts to watch. There’s a lot of heavy breathing and smacking sounds. Then I hear his voice coming from the video, “Oh my God. Your pussy is so tight. Fuck.”
“Open your mouth,” he demands, looking down at me. I do as I’m told and I’m immediately rewarded. I can taste her on his dick. I’m overcome with envy and lust. My tongue explores the length of him as I lick her pussy off of my husband.
Such Romantics
So here’s an insight into the softer, romantic side of Harry. Dealing with going back to long distance has been rough. One of the things we do to cope with that is sometimes we’ll just call each other before we go to sleep, or often before I do sometimes Harry is still up. We’ll put each other on speaker and just leave our phones there. So we can hear each other, say things to each other as we get sleepy. Just have a presence. Isn’t free facetime audio great? It’s really nice to have that sense of closeness even at a distance.
Of course, Harry wouldn’t be Harry if she didn’t subvert it at least once.
So one night, not very long ago but I won’t mention which night in particular, I was lying there, so was Harry, just listening to her breathing when I heard her breath hitch a little. And again. Then a soft moan.
“Are you playing with yourself, Daddy?”
“No, kitten.”
So now I’m paying close attention to what I’m hearing rather than drifting off peacefully and sure enough unmistakable sounds of pleasure, muffled but definite sounds of pleasure are coming from the phone.
“You are, I can hear you.”
“I’m not, I promise.”
“You sound like you are.” I say this teasingly. I’m not at all angry, why would I be? I like hearing Harry happy.
“Will you tell her I’m not masturbating?”
And then I hear another woman’s voice say, from a bit further away, “She’s not masturbating.”
Well I was. Immediately. Heh. I’d known she had a date that night, I hadn’t known she was still there. So I lay there, sleepy and knowing I should be going to sleep but paying attention to every sound as another woman was between Harry’s thighs.
Like I said, we’re such romantics.
I want master to make me get on my knees in front of all of his women and make me eat their pussy and ass and tell him why which individual one is better than mine and tell them they are superior to me.
Ever since I found this blog I've been having fantasies about going to my highschool reunion and having my former bully seduce my boyfriend away. I know that she's more of his type and I've even been day-dreaming about introducing them to each other and buying them drinks together. God now that I've typed it out I really feel like doing it!
I love pathetic wimps like this
Ein Traum jeder Cuckquean. Sie stehen Dir! 😍
Mich will man wirklich nicht in seiner Wohnung haben 😅 Ich habe wirklich keinen Respekt vor fremden Eigentum 😖 Natürlich behandel ich alles äußerst sorgfältig, aber fremde Schuhe werden dann schon mal anprobiert 😊
I am not | I am
I am not as pretty as your girlfriend. She is skinnier, her tits sit high and her pussy pretty. She is the one you take out to dinner and buy pretty things for. She is the one your proudly introduce to your friends and family. You warm her up and kiss her pink nipples, you lovingly lick her clit and slowly move your cock inside her.
I am the worthless, chubby fuckpig you meet after you drop your princess off. I am the one with 3 holes for you to abuse and play with. You don’t have to wait for me to be ready, I am born ready. You know my cries are of happiness when you rip into my asshole without getting me warmed up. Balls deep and I wlll be begging you to use my nipples as reins and to ride this bitch. You would never let your mouth touch my lips nor body, you see me as the worthless inferior trash that I am.
Not your bitch. I am too pathetic to be yours. I am simply a toy for you to amuse yourself with. Let me lick your friends cocks while you watch football. Then go out and find real women to fuck. I will happily clean the dirty slimy cocks when you all return.
Strip me naked in public and show everyone how ugly I am. Laugh at my body and slap my tits until I scream to everyone that I am a fat cow. Then whip my cunt with a belt as I blow strangers.
Girls in competition push each other to the top.
I can love you better than she can.
Becca's blog is one of the hottest on tumblr because of her writing skills, which gets only topped when Harry takes over and answers.
For Harry What’s your favourite way to let Becca know you’re with someone else? And how does she react, is she pouty, instantly horny, happy, unreactive?
I will usually let Becca know about my dates well in advance and let anticipation do its’ work. It’s rarely a surprise for her. When the date comes I do like to text her to let her know I’ll be unavailable for a few hours, an evening, overnight or whatever it might be. Sometimes I’ll send her little updates as things progress just to tease her.
If I’m with someone who is very comfortable with our dynamic I also like to let Becca know when date night has proceeded to sex, often with photographic evidence. Not everyone I play with is comfortable with that, of course, so sometimes she has to make do with protracted silence while her imagination torments her instead.
Generally when I first inform her of a date plan she’ll take it in stride. It is usually some time off and it’s not uncommon. Sometimes she’ll be pouty, if it means we won’t be seeing each other when she had anticipated we would. I try and avoid scheduling conflicts, though. When I tease her about them as they get closer she gets much more responsive. She can get very turned on talking about it.
I suspect she gets extremely aroused when I give her in-the-moment updates as well but my attention is usually elsewhere.
- Harriet
Options
I can hear him furiously texting, and he keeps stepping to the other room to make calls. I can tell from the bits of conversation I overhear and the snippets of texts I see that he’s trying to make plans. For right now.
Here I lay, naked in bed, and he’s trying to make plans. He’s never unsuccessful, but it is late in the evening during the week - so no one is free.
I don’t want to tell him that through snooping I know what he’s doing, but it is completely humiliating me. I am naked, right here, always willing. I see on his phone messages that he’s even asked Amy and she’s his least favorite, he’s never trying to fuck her.
“Baby. Would you like me to suck your dick?” I ask, hopefully. I’m never allowed to initiate, but I want to remind him that I’m here, I’m an option.
He sighs, annoyed. “I guess….” He’s still fidgeting on his phone. He makes no move to adjust blankets for me to have access to him, so I get to my knees on the side of the bed and slide my head under the blanket.
I give him a stellar blow job. My hands and mouth are moving and touching perfectly. He’s on his phone the whole time, texting. He finally lifts me up by my hair and pushes me onto the bed, face down.
“Sue, you’re soaking wet, running down your legs wet.” He doesn’t sound annoyed anymore, mostly amused.
“For some reason, knowing I’m the last person you want to fuck right now, but you’re doing it… I don’t know…”
He laughs softly. “Yeah?” He asks, then puts his dick inside me without touching or licking me first. “I did not want to fuck you. At all. But I wanted to come just slightly more than I didn’t want to fuck you.”
Between his touch and voice and cruelty, I have an orgasm less than 30 seconds into us fucking.
He grabs the back of my hair with his right hand and grips my hip with his left. “If someone else called right now, I would immediately pull out of you and fuck them instead.”
I come again. I’m beyond embarrassed. “Why? Why?” I ask repeatedly.
“Because I can. Because knowing I can fuck you anytime, anyway I want gets boring Sue. Because I can treat you however I want and you accept it, which is usually nice but isn’t always a turn on. I’m just not turned on by you lately.”
I can not stop orgasming as he simultaneously fucks me and talks down to me.
He lays me flat on my tummy, his chest touching my back. “You own me Jay, you own me…” I mumble. I’m laying in a puddle under me, a mess unlike anything I’ve made in a while.
“You are the LAST person I want to be fucking right now.” He says into my ear.
He then rolls me to my back, and shoves his dick into my open mouth. He circles my clit while he fucks my mouth. “The LAST.” He says again. And for the first time ever, we orgasm at the exact same second.
If you're not addicted to her stories yet, read this most recent adventure and enjoy. She is an awesome storytelling little cuckquean. ^_^ (Of course Harry provides for great content.)
After our night at the club I finally got cuckqueaned, properly.
Harry and I took a separate taxi but we all ended up back at Blondie’s. Apparently dancers and customers sharing a ride home does not go down well, hehe. There’d been plenty to drink already in the club and no one was under any illusions as to why we were there so we moved immediately to the bedroom.
Harry asked Blondie if she wanted me to join them and she replied that she wanted Harry to herself. So Harry told her to tell me that to my face and she smiled, looked at me and said “I want Harry all to myself.” I blushed and said ok. Harry told me I could kneel and wait while they had fun. So I knelt.
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Oh and for those keeping score, I got to suck dick again tonight. ^_^
Also a short answer lets your mind go crazy too thinking about what Becca did there. 💖
Sooooo, how was ur night after Harry left? Did u find time to really focus on the pic she sent, were u masturbating while texting Harry about her time with this girl?
Yeah… yeah I did. Yeah I was.
I love to read her kinky adventures, she has one of the best blogs still active on here. 💕
Speaking of sucking cock, have your thoughts ever drifted towards the idea of Harry keeping you cock-denied (except her strap-on of course) ? I mean, I'm sure she would allow it sometimes for the entertainment of her and her posh friends, but otherwise just keep you gagging for it, her little cock-denied toy, only to be used for the pleasure of her pussy?
Absolutely I’ve thought about it. I mean, I’ve been basically fantasizing about being in a relationship with her and, well, she doesn’t have a cock. Well, a ‘real’ one anyway.
It’s like the only downside to the idea. And her strapon does a LOT to offset the loss, I think. But it’s not the same.
Maybe I already have… 😈
What happened after your roomie and bf had their discussion?
So, immediately afterwards, not much. I continued doing their chores and occasionally she would ask me to tidy something in their room or change their sheets as I’d offered to. The foot massages got more interesting, though. They turned pretty quickly into foot worship. They always started out as foot massage but before long she’d slip her toes into my mouth or rest her feet against my face. Especially if she was just back from the gym. The sweatier her feet the higher the odds it’d turn into full on foot worship. Which was fine by me!
We stopped doing it in the living room and started doing it in her room or mine. Usually mine. She’d walk in and order me to my knees because her feet needed attention. It wasn’t too long before she suggested as we were in private I should really strip down while I’m on my knees serving her. She giggled a lot during these sessions and teased me a lot about being a horny girl who wanted to get her mouth on a lot more than her feet. Making me admit it to her as I licked sweat from her soles.
It was when I was on my knees with her foot in my mouth she brought up her boyfriend’s fantasy. “So something I’ve been meaning to ask you,” heh. She explained he had a fantasy about having two girls work his dick like in porn. She told me she’d already told him she was sure I wouldn’t mind getting on my knees and kissing and licking his cock with her. “Our lips might touch after all, I’m sure that’s enough incentive for a girl like you, right?”
And she said I could make myself useful sucking and licking on his balls while she gave him a real blow job.
I agreed and she said I probably wouldn’t have to wait all that long.
I didn’t, that night she told me to put on some cute white lingerie and come to their room. She was in black lingerie. He was naked and it was the first time I’d seen him naked and I have to say wow. They are a very hot couple and, uhm, no wonder she’s vocal when he fucks her. He’s not a small guy. And considering my role in this whole thing I was very glad to see he has his balls shaved which was the first time I’d seen that in real life.
She told him to sit back and just enjoy and we knelt down in front of him and started to, well, do it like the porn. Our mouths on his dick as we licked and kissed it and kissed each other around his cock. There was a bit of nervous giggling at first, from both of us actually, but we got into it eventually and so did he!
He was… very complimentary! Hehe.
Eventually she took his dick in her mouth and I moved down to the balls. It felt very right for me, frankly. I was super into slurping on his balls while she gave him a blow job and I had an up-close view of her really blowing him.
The more she blew him the more vocal he got about us both and at one point said he wanted us to swap his cum when he came, like a proper couple of porn stars. She ‘mmhmm’d with his cock deep in her throat and he asked me I took his balls out of my mouth long enough to say yes and he groaned, grabbed her hair and came.
Housemate let his dick pop free from her mouth and looked up at him and showed him a mouthfull of cum, swirling it around on her tongue before grabbing my chin and kissing me deeply. Our first kiss! As she snowballed her boyfriend’s cum into my mouth! So romantic :D
And I did the same, took her lead, opened my mouth and played with it for him while he told us how fucking hot that was. Then she told me to swallow her boyfriend’s cum like a good little girl and I did.
Again he was very effusive in his praise and told us we were amazing, she said thank you and asked me to give them some privacy because she wanted to fuck him.
And she did, while I masturbated like mad again in my room.
And let me tell you, it’s one thing masturbating while they fuck vocally in the room next door but having the taste of his cum in my mouth and the scent of her perfume in my nostrils still while they do it is… wow.
So… that’s that story.
She is a Keeper 💖
you will never be good enough for Him. He will grow tired of your holes. Want Him to keep you? Bring Him other girls to use.
His pleasure is your responsibility.