<p><a href="https://www.patreon.com/beccabellamy/posts?filters%5Btag%5D=ex%20girlfriends%20cuckold">Click here</a> to read the first part of the story.</p><p><img data-media-id="85629336" src="/31/02/3102563e4639f840c5fabc279401de07e886e55dd9f590589428183860ae44b4.jpg"></p><p>“How many times did you tell yourself you weren’t going to buy me a dress?” Christine asked as they walked into the boutique on Melrose Avenue.</p><p>Jack chose not to answer, mostly because Christine had been gloating and teasing him about his desire to buy her a dress for another man throughout the car ride.</p><p>“Or did you decide you were on board the moment I said it?” she asked.</p><p>Again Jack didn’t answer and Christine laughed. She seemed utterly delighted by making him feel a little bit embarrassed and uncomfortable with his willingness to go along with her plan to use him as an ATM.</p><p>“So I’d actually like you to do more than pay for the dress,” Christine said. “I want you to help pick something out. I want you to think of what you’d like to see me in, and then imagine someone that’s…well, that’s more of a man than you are. Someone that’s taller, better looking, in better shape, that sort of thing. Think of the kind of dress that sort of man would want to see me in.”</p><p>“Why are you doing this?” Jack asked.</p><p>Christine offered a bright smile and said, “Why not? You get what you want and I get a free dress that will make my date want to bury his cock in my tight, needy little pussy the moment he sees me. What’s not to like about that?”</p><p>It wasn’t exactly the answer Jack was hoping for. Some part of him was still holding out hope that Christine was actually interested in being his girlfriend again and that this was some sort of test to see if she would enjoy cuckolding him. It seemed like she was just taking advantage of him, though. Still, he couldn’t stop thinking about the intense pleasure of the orgasm he’d had in his car. The allure of getting to experience even a little taste of his cuckold fantasy had proven too much to resist, even if the version of the fantasy Christine was intent on carrying out wasn’t quite what Jack envisioned.</p><p>“I’m looking for something fun and flirty,” she said. “We’re going to one of those bars with axe throwing so a tight cocktail dress wouldn’t really get the job done. I’m thinking something more like a sundress, you know? I can seem like I’m laid back and fun while also driving him absolutely mad and making him think about how badly he wants to bend me over and fuck me, you know?”</p><p>Jack couldn’t believe she was talking like that while people could clearly hear her. Christine definitely didn’t give a damn, though. She seemed to be having more fun than she’d ever had while dating Jack, a fact that felt mildly distressing and made him wonder if he’d been absolute crap as a boyfriend.</p><p>“How about this one?” Jack said as he pulled a dress off the rack. It was short, low cut, and made with a floral pattern that he thought looked rather nice.</p><p>“Good choice!” Christine said. “Why don’t you hold on to that? You don’t mind being my walking dress rack as I pull some options, do you?”</p><p>“I guess not,” Jack said.</p><p>“Don’t make that face, Jack,” Christine fired back. “You’re welcome to leave anytime you want, but if you’re even a little bit rude I won’t give you what we both know what you’re really looking for. You won’t even sniff another taste of that pervy little fantasy you can’t let go of.”</p><p>“Sorry,” he said. It was enormously embarrassing to admit that getting another taste of his cuckold fantasy was well worth whatever humiliation Christine wanted to put him through, but it was true.</p><p>Christine turned and strode confidently toward a rack of short, flirty sundresses and began slowly working her way through them.</p><p>“I looked up your little fantasy after we broke up,” she said while eyeing a pretty blue and white dress.</p><p>Jack couldn’t quite contain his sense of surprise as he asked, “Really? Why?”</p><p>Christine looked at him and smiled. “To be honest, I felt bad about the way we broke up and I had a moment of weakness where I felt like I’d acted too quickly. So, I looked up your little fantasy to see what it was all about.”</p><p>Jack stared as if Christine was going to keep talking, but she seemed perfectly content to leave it at that. “So what happened?” he asked. “When you looked it up, I mean.”</p><p>“Oh, well, I discovered that you’re even more pathetic and disgusting than I thought you were,” she said. “I read a few blogs filled with guys talking about pulling on their sad little dicks while their wives or girlfriends get fucked and that was enough for me to know that I’d made the right decision. I have no interest in dating the kind of man that wants me to fuck other people.”</p><p>Jack’s shoulders fell and his gaze drifted towards the floor. He silently chided himself for thinking that Christine would actually want to get back together with him and cuckold him for real.</p><p>“There’s no need to pout, Jack,” she said. “I read enough to understand what you want and I think you should be thankful that I’m willing to give you at least a little of what you crave. In fact, I think you are thankful. I think that’s why you’re here and why you’re going to buy me a pretty dress. I think you enjoyed that orgasm you had in your car so much that you’d be willing to do just about anything to have another one.”</p><p>Jack looked up at her and wished he could deny the truth of her assertion. He wished he could look into his ex-girlfriend’s eyes and tell her he wasn’t interested in what she was offering. He couldn’t, though. He couldn’t make his mouth form the words. He couldn’t give up the chance to get even a taste of his cuckold fantasy.</p><p>Christine stepped closer and gently laid the blue dress over his arm. “I’m right, aren’t I?” she asked in that seductive tone she’d used over the phone. “You want me to let you cum like a cuckold again, don’t you?”</p><p>Jack nodded and a wave of humiliation followed.</p><p>Christine smiled, stepped back, and turned towards the dresses once more. She rifled through half a dozen more before pulling out a pink and white sundress and holding it up against her body.</p><p>“What do you think about this one?” she asked.</p><p>Jack imagined Christine in the pretty sundress and he couldn’t help but want her. He wanted to be her boyfriend again. He wanted to buy her a dress to wear for him. It hadn’t been his choice to break up, after all. He still loved Christine, though it seemed clear that she didn’t feel the same way.</p><p>“It will look incredible on you,” Jack said. “He’ll love it, I’m sure.”</p><p>“You know what I like most about a sundress?” she asked.</p><p>Jack shook his head.</p><p>“It’s the perfect dress to get fucked in,” Christine said with a smile. “All I have to do is sit in my new man’s lap, pull aside my panties, and take him inside me.”</p><p>Christine took a step closer to Jack and her smile widened.</p><p>“Are you thinking about him fucking me in this dress, Jack?” she whispered. “Are you thinking about me sitting on his cock and riding him while I wear this pretty dress?”</p><p>Jack nodded. It was all he could think about.</p><p>“I guess I should try it on, then,” Christine said.</p><p>She spun around and Jack caught a whiff of her perfume. It triggered a memory of the first time they’d kissed. He’d taken her to the zoo – the baby panda was a major attraction at the time – and they’d kissed in a quiet corner near the wolf exhibit. Her perfume had filled his nose that day and he clearly still had positive memories associated with the scent.</p><p>“Come,” Christine demanded. “I want you right outside the fitting rooms so you can tell me what you think. After all, you deserve a look since you’ve so generously offered to buy me one of these dresses.”</p><p>Jack followed and waited outside the fitting rooms as Christine sauntered down the hallway and popped into an open room.</p><p>As he waited, Jack debated the merits of pursuing his cuckold fantasy in such a strange manner. He always figured if it ever happened it would have been with his wife or girlfriend, not his ex. He figured it would have been based out of some sort of love or affection, as opposed to the seemingly selfish – and potentially cruel – motivations that Christine possessed.</p><p>Despite knowing it was potentially destructive to continue pursuing the pleasure Christine offered, Jack couldn’t resist. He told himself he’d step away if it got out of control or if she asked him to do anything he wasn’t interested in.</p><p>Christine looked perfect when she emerged from the fitting room in the pink and white sundress. A bright, beautiful smile broke across her face when she saw his reaction. She spun around and the bottom of the dress floated up enough to reveal her upper thighs and fill Jack with a brief, intense rush of the purest desire.</p><p>“Do you like it?” she asked.</p><p>“It’s perfect,” he replied.</p><p>Christine stepped closer. “Do you think he’ll like it? Do you think he’ll see me in it and feel like he wants me to sit in his lap and take his big, beautiful cock in my tight little pussy?”</p><p>Jack felt his cock grow to an erect state as he stared at his girlfriend in a dress more beautiful than anything she’d ever worn for him. “Yes, he will. I’m certain of it.”</p><p>“Excuse me,” Christine said to the sales girl standing at the entrance to the fitting rooms. “I realize that I need a new pair of flats to go with this dress. Do you have any in a size 7? White, please.”</p><p>“I’ll go check on that,” the girl said before walking away.</p><p>Christine’s gaze returned to Jack and he felt utterly enraptured with the girl standing in front of him.</p><p>“It’s very kind of you to buy me this dress,” Christine said. “It’s the sort of kindness that deserves a reward.”</p><p>Jack studied her face for some indication of where the conversation was headed, but Christine offered none.</p><p>“Would you like to kiss me, Jack?” Christine asked.</p><p>Jack nodded.</p><p>She smiled and looked past him. Jack turned to see the sales girl return with a shoe box in her hand.</p><p>“Thank you so much,” Christine said. She opened the box and held it out. “Take the shoes out.”</p><p>Jack pulled the pair of white flats from the box.</p><p>“Now get on your knees,” Christine demanded.</p><p>Jack heard the sales girl gasp in the way someone does when they’re genuinely surprised. He couldn’t bear to look at her though. All he could do was gaze into Christine’s eyes. They were alive with a kind of fire he’d never seen when they were dating. Jack was almost certain she was getting off on their new dynamic.</p><p>“Do it,” Christine said. “Drop to your knees and claim your reward. Kiss my feet.”</p><p>Jack fell to his knees. He put the shoes down next to Christine’s bare feet and lowered his head to the floor. He kissed her left foot and then moved to her right. Her flesh was warm and soft and it was hugely humiliating to do as she demanded.</p><p>“Now slip my feet into those pretty flats,” Christine demanded.</p><p>Jack did as he was told. He slipped each of her feet into the shoes he presumed he’d be buying in addition to the dress.</p><p>“Now sit back on your knees,” she demanded.</p><p>Jack sat back on his knees and looked up at Christine. She looked beautiful in the pink sundress and white shoes. She looked like the kind of girl any man would be thrilled to take on a date.</p><p>“Are you satisfied with your reward, Jack? Did it feel good to get to press your lips against my flesh one more time?” she asked.</p><p>“Yes,” he said. It wasn’t all that satisfying – it was more humiliating than anything – but Jack suspected that saying he wasn’t satisfied would upset his ex-girlfriend and could derail his chance to experience a cuckold orgasm.</p><p>Christine looked at the sales girl and asked, “Does he seem pathetic to you?”</p><p>“Um, a little,” the girl answered.</p><p>Christine smiled at Jack and said, “She sees you for what you are, Jack. Now I want you to stay on your knees until I try on the blue dress.”</p><p>She walked away as Jack stared straight ahead. He felt paralyzed by a sense of embarrassment but he was unwilling to disobey Christine, for she held the key to what he really wanted.</p><p>Then the sales girl stepped in front of him. She was cute and curvy and wore a pair of dark-rimmed glasses and a pair of jeans that fit like a second skin.</p><p>“You like doing what you’re told, huh?” she asked.</p><p>The answer felt so much more complicated than yes or no, so Jack chose to nod. It wasn’t entirely accurate, but it was better than going into a long explanation.</p><p>“Then kiss my feet,” she said.</p><p>Jack stared at her for a few moments as he considered the wisdom of humiliating himself once more. The sales girl pointed to the floor and there was something about her manner that compelled him to do it. Jack dropped his head once more. He kissed the exposed tops of her feet and it sounded like she purred in response.</p><p>“I can see why she enjoys that,” the girl said when Jack looked up at her once more. “It’s hard to explain, but there’s something fun about seeing a little bitch on his knees in front of me.”</p><p>Jack wanted to say that he wasn’t a little bitch, but he’d just kissed the feet of two women, so perhaps the girl was right.</p><p>She spun around, looked over her shoulder, and said, “Kiss my ass, bitch.”</p><p>Jack hesitated. She was wearing jeans so he wouldn’t be kissing her bare flesh, but it felt wrong.</p><p>Christine’s voice pierced the silence. “Do as she says, Jack. Kiss her ass. Show her that you’re the bitch she says you are.”</p><p>Jack leaned closer. He kissed the sales girl’s ass through her jeans. He kissed each cheek twice. He heard her unleash a laugh of pure delight.</p><p>“He’s fun,” she said.</p><p>“I’m just getting started with him, to be honest,” Christine said. “But I’m beginning to think that he might be a great deal more fun as my ex-boyfriend than he ever was as my boyfriend.”</p><p>“He’s willing to do this stuff and you’re not even dating him?” the girl asked.</p><p>“That’s right,” Christine said. “I have what he wants.”</p><p>“What’s that?” the girl asked.</p><p>“Jack wants to watch me have sex with another guy,” Christine explained. “He’s a cuckold. He gets off on the idea of someone else fucking me. He’s buying me this pretty dress for that very purpose, though I’m certainly not going to let him watch. Not yet. He hasn’t earned that privilege.”</p><p>The sales girl looked at Jack and smiled. “He’s quite the kinky little freak, isn’t he?”</p><p>“That’s what I’m learning,” Christine said. “I can’t wait to find out just how kinky he’s willing to be in the name of living out his fantasy.”</p><p>“Is he any good with his tongue?” the sales girl asked.</p><p>“Quite good,” Christine replied.</p><p>“How would you feel about me taking him into one of the dressing rooms so he can make me cum?” she asked.</p><p>“That sounds splendid,” Christine said before she turned to Jack. “Would you enjoy that, Jack? Do you want to show this lovely girl how good you are at eating pussy?”</p><p>“Yes, please,” Jack said. His cock was hard. His body hummed with a weird kind of desire. His heart pounded impossibly hard in his chest. He wanted it.</p><p>“You’ll have to earn the privilege, Jack. I think we both know that pervy little freak like you doesn’t deserve the pleasure of making her cum. You’ll have to buy me two dresses if I’m going to let you go down on her. Will you do that for the chance to make her cum, Jack?” Christine asked.</p><p>Jack nodded. He was completely lost in the kinky web Christine had spun around him.</p><p>“Very good then. Enjoy yourself. No masturbating, though. Keep your focus on her. Do you understand?”</p><p>“Yes,” Jack said.</p><p>The sales girl smiled at Jack and said, “Crawl behind me.”</p><p>Jack followed her down the hallway on his hands and knees. She opened the furthest door and he crawled inside behind her. He watched as she unbuttoned her skintight jeans and stepped out of them. She lowered her thong, sat on the bench, and spread her legs.</p><p>“Get to work,” she said.</p><p>Jack moved between her legs and put his tongue in her pussy. He soaked up a surprising volume of wetness – she must have been exceptionally turned on – and quickly directed his efforts to her clit.</p><p>The sales girl grabbed a handful of Jack’s hair and leaned back. She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip as a quiet moan escaped.</p><p>“That’s good,” she said softly. “Fuck, that’s really good.”</p><p>Jack was too caught up in the intense, surprising pleasure of the shopping trip to think too much. His mind was entirely focused on making the girl in front of him cum. He wanted to feel her thighs trembling. He wanted her grip on his hair to tighten. He wanted to make her moan loud enough that she might get in trouble. He wanted to give her an orgasm and in doing so he wanted to make Christine happy enough that she might actually let him watch her have sex with someone else, which was a delight he hadn’t considered as a possibility before she mentioned it.</p><p>“I’m close,” the girl said. “Keep going. Keep being a good little bitch.”</p><p>Jack’s cock throbbed. He wasn’t sure why, but there was something about being called a ‘bitch’ that he really liked.</p><p>Eventually the sales girl grabbed a second handful of his hair and pulled Jack close enough that she came close to smothering him with her pussy. She kept largely quiet while climaxing, but it still proved enormously thrilling to have been responsible for her orgasm.</p><p>She gently pushed Jack from between her legs after her orgasm. With a smile on her face she reached down to wipe some of the juices from his lips and chin and then pushed her finger into his mouth. Jack dutifully sucked it clean.</p><p>“Thank you,” she said. “I’ll tell your ex that you did a good job.”</p><p>“Thank you,” Jack replied.</p><p>The sales girl stood, put her clothes back on, and walked out of the fitting room. Jack stood and waited a short while so his erection would subside. He walked out to find Christine and the sales girl chatting.</p><p>“It’s time to check out,” Christine said.</p><p>“Thank you for letting me do that,” Jack replied as he glanced at the sales girl. “It was very enjoyable.”</p><p>“You’re definitely a pervy little freak, but you deserve a reward every now and then,” Christine said. “Now let’s get out of here. I still have to get ready for my date. I hope you’re not busy tonight, because you’ll have to do my laundry if you want any chance at a reward after my date.”</p><p>“I’d like that,” Jack said.</p><p>“I thought you would,” she replied. “Just make sure you do a good job. You’re not getting even a hint of the perverted pleasure you crave unless you put in the effort I require. Do you understand?”</p><p>“I do,” Jack said.</p><p>The allure of living out his cuckold fantasy – or even getting a little taste of it, like he’d enjoyed in his car – was more than enough to compel Jack to do as Christine desired. He knew how pathetic it was to do his ex-girlfriend’s laundry for a chance at an orgasm, but Jack didn’t care. He wanted more of what she’d given him and he was going to do whatever it took.</p>