Humiliation; He Was Being Cuckolded

He Was Being Cuckolded

Sometimes humiliation can be mean, but it’s also fun. You just can’t help yourself from kicking some guys when they’re down. This guy I’ve been dating, well, his dick is smaller than average, but he earned a lot of money. Until he got fired. Now he’s looking for a new job, can’t take me out to any nice places. He’s even having a hard time getting his dick hard. His confidence is shot, understandably so, and it’s not his fault he got fired. His company is moving overseas and frankly, he just wasn’t so important. They asked him to come as well. So he’s out of luck and looking around for another job. He will probably find one, but who knows how long that could take?

There was a new restaurant opening I wanted to go to, but of course, he’s watching his pennies. Have to wait until I secure another position, was his reply. I get it, but that still leaves me at home while my friends go out. So I missed out on that. Then I decided maybe a quiet night at home and some sex would do. He was as limp as a dishrag when I tried something. I’m sorry, but this is bringing me down. I texted my ex boyfriend and told him I was horny. Was he up for some fun? I got a reply to come on over. AnI got dressed up and my boyfriend at home asked where I was going. And  I just said to meet some friends.

It Was The  Ultimate Humiliation

I got home the next morning as the sun was coming up, cum dripping out of me. He was still awake. He asked where I’d been. I told him. I said look, you can’t get it up, you can’t afford to go out, what am I supposed to do? Sit here and cry? Nope, not happening. It was a cuckold situation. He looked so shocked, I could see the look of humiliation on his face. I told him I’d met up with my ex and we fucked all night. That it was nice to have a large and working dick in me. His eyes nearly bugged out of his head. He couldn’t deny he was having issues. He just walked out. And He likely was going for a walk to cool off. This isn’t what I signed up for.

He came home later that day and I said I thought it was best if he found a new place to live. He said he had no place to go. I said he’d have to call his parents and go back for a while. The humiliation of having to go back to them until he got his life together. Sad. Once he moved out, I called my ex back and asked if he wanted to fuck again, that I’d missed his cock. He was in my bed within the hour. I truly had missed how he fucked me.

He Is Now History

His tongue, his cock, his everything. I hadn’t felt so stretched in ages. Not with my tiny dicked boyfriend that couldn’t rise to the occasion anymore. Oh well, he’s history. I took a hold of his cock and slurped away on it with gusto. I hadn’t had a handful and mouthful of cock like that since we broke up. He said no one had ever sucked his cock as well as I did. Then he flipped me on all fours and fucked me doggy. His large, cum filled balls slapped against my clit as he pounded me. My tits swung in time with his thrusts, my nipples grazing the bed sheets.

He fingered my clit as we fucked, and I bucked up against him. Oh, how I’d missed his magnificent cock. My unemployed, tiny dicked now ex boyfriend was a mere memory. I wished him well, but he just wasn’t good enough for me. I could feel my pussy tingling. An orgasm was rising up from within. I moved my ass to and fro and that extra friction on my clit from his dick pushed me over the edge. I cried out in pleasure as I came. My wetness seeping down the insides of my thighs. He came in me seconds later and we fell onto the bed together, panting. It was hot.

Some people like humiliation. Everyone has something that floats their boat. I will do it all. I do every fetish phone sex.