<p><a href="https://www.patreon.com/beccabellamy/posts?filters%5Btag%5D=ex%20girlfriends%20cuckold">Click here</a> to read the previous parts of the story.</p><p><img data-media-id="86882189" src="/31/02/3102563e4639f840c5fabc279401de07e886e55dd9f590589428183860ae44b4.jpg"></p><p>Jack stared out the front window of Christine’s apartment as she approached the gate. She’d been gone for a little over four hours, which he took to mean that she’d indeed gotten laid. That also meant there was a chance Jack would get to live out another part of his cuckold fantasy.</p><p>He’d done Christine’s laundry as ordered. It had taken a little more than three hours to complete the task, but Jack was relatively certain he’d done a good enough job to warrant some kind of reward. He hoped that Christine would welcome him between her legs. It was, in fact, all he could think about.</p><p>Jack found many elements of the cuckold fantasy thrilling, but none turned him on quite like the idea of getting to worship his girlfriend’s pussy after someone else had fucked her. He’d never even approached making that fantasy a reality and Christine was now his ex-girlfriend, but that was just a small impediment that barely impacted the potency of his desire. For the first time in his life, Jack was potentially moments away from his most significant sexual fantasy becoming reality.</p><p>In an effort to seem a little less eager than he was, Jack turned on the TV and sat on the couch. He didn’t bother trying to watch it, though. Instead, he stared at the front door. When he heard Christine slip her key into the lock Jack’s heart beat a little harder. When the door opened and she stepped through with a smile on her face he couldn’t help but hop off the couch and move to greet her.</p><p>“I finished the laundry,” Jack said. He was too eager. He knew he was too eager, but it was out of his control. Christine held the key to living out his fantasy between her legs and all Jack could think about was claiming his reward.</p><p>Christine smiled. “I’m sure you did, though I’ll have to check to make sure you did a good job. After all, poor work doesn’t deserve a reward, does it Jack?”</p><p>Jack shook his head as Christine sauntered towards him with a seductive sway in her hips and a smile on her face.</p><p>For just a moment Jack thought she might kiss him. It had happened in the past, back when they were dating. She’d approached just like that, put her arms around him, and they’d shared the kind of kiss that quickly led to something far naughtier.</p><p>Christine didn’t kiss him this time. Instead, she stopped just in front of Jack and he glanced down at her splendid, soft breasts in the sundress before she said, “I got fucked tonight, Jack. I got fucked by a man with a cock that was far bigger than yours. I got fucked by a man that made me cum harder than you ever did when we were dating.”</p><p>Christine slowly lifted the bottom of her dress and took Jack’s hand in hers. She pulled his fingers between her legs and pressed them against the thin material of her panties.</p><p>“Do you feel that?” she asked.</p><p>Jack felt an incredible mixture of heat and dampness. He felt what he assumed was the aftermath of the sex his ex-girlfriend had enjoyed no more than an hour ago. He felt what he wanted to be on his knees tasting. He nodded in answer to her question.</p><p>Christine released Jack’s hand and pulled her panties aside. Their eyes met as he slipped two fingers inside her. Christine moaned as a smile crossed her face.</p><p>“Taste my pussy,” she demanded. “Suck my juices off your fingers.”</p><p>Jack pulled his fingers from Christine’s slippery pussy and sucked them clean as she watched from just a few inches away.</p><p>“Let’s go see if you did the laundry right,” Christine said.</p><p>Per her instructions Jack had washed everything in Christine’s laundry basket and left it all folded on her bed to be inspected upon her return. He followed her into the bedroom to begin that process and desperately hoped that she would find he’d done a good enough job to be permitted the pleasure of spending a little time between her legs.</p><p>“I can tell you right now that your folding technique needs work,” she said after taking a few moments to inspect the piles. “It may not make much of a difference with the kinds of clothes you wear, but I don’t want any wrinkles in my clothes. You didn’t do a bad job, but you’ll need to be more careful in the future. Do you understand?”</p><p>“I do,” Jack replied. It wasn’t lost on him that Christine was implying that he’d be doing her laundry with some frequency.</p><p>Christine looked through the stacks of folded clothes, picking up a few items seemingly at random and inspecting them closely to ensure Jack had completed the task she’d given him.</p><p>Eventually, she turned to him with a smile on her face. “You did a good enough job,” she said. “Though I do expect you to get better as time goes by. You need to take greater care with my clothes, especially as I let you wash the more delicate items. I can’t have you ruining the lingerie I’ll be wearing for other men, can I?”</p><p>“No, of course not,” Jack said. He couldn’t help but worry that he sounded very much like a servant, but in that moment all he could really think about was being granted permission to lick his ex-girlfriend’s pussy.</p><p>“Your final task is to put my clothes away. You spent enough time in my bedroom that you should have some idea of where it all goes,” Christine said.</p><p>Jack had arranged her clothes in orderly piles and he picked each up and delivered it to the proper destination. As he placed her clothes in the dresser and on the shelves in her closet, Christine pulled the sundress over her head, exposing her perfect naked breasts in the process. Jack whacked his knee on the edge of her bed as he stared instead of watching where he was going, eliciting a laugh from his ex-girlfriend.</p><p>“Focus, Jack,” she said. “If you prove yourself to be useful to me you’ll have plenty of time to stare at my breasts, I promise. I might even let you play with them a little. Who knows? A useful cuckold might find himself reaping all sorts of rewards.”</p><p>Jack had claimed a small taste of a reward when Christine had let him finger her and lick the juices clean, but that was more than enough for him to want more. He wasn’t sure what she had in mind beyond letting him lick her pussy that evening, but he was willing to do what it took to potentially reap future rewards.</p><p>As Jack picked up the last pile of clothes Christine pulled her panties down, exposing her beautiful pussy. He resolved not to stare and to put her clothes away without incurring further bruises.</p><p>When Jack returned from the closet Christine was in her bed. She’d piled the pillows against the headboard and was seated against them with her arms at her sides and her legs crossed. Her breasts looked particularly soft and perky, but it was the wondrous space between her legs that Jack craved.</p><p>“Do you want my pussy, Jack?” Christine asked. “Do you want to crawl between my legs and eat me out?”</p><p>“Yes,” he replied. “More than anything.”</p><p>“I guess that stiff dick of yours is proof of your desire, isn’t it?” she asked.</p><p>Jack looked down to see that the erection he’d sprouted was quite obvious, though he felt no shame about it. His fantasy was out in the open and Christine seemed more than happy to try and stoke it.</p><p>“You know another man was inside me tonight, right Jack?” she asked.</p><p>He nodded.</p><p>Christine uncrossed her legs but kept them shut as his eyes focused on the small tuft of pubic hair he could see. “He’s a virile man, Jack. He spent quite a lot of time inside me. We went through two condoms, in fact. He filled both with considerable loads of cum. He gave me three orgasms, too. That’s two more than you ever provided in a night, and all three were far more pleasurable than any orgasm you ever gave me.”</p><p>Jack was a little embarrassed that his cock throbbed so hard as Christine openly insulted him, but he couldn’t help it. He lacked the ability to exercise even a little control over his desire in that moment and it felt as though he was seconds away from his first real taste of cuckolding, which only served to deepen his lust.</p><p>Christine spread her legs and Jack felt a little lightheaded as he stared at the pussy he’d fingered not that long ago. Her labia were pink and puffy and she still looked completely soaked.</p><p>“Look at me, Jack,” she said.</p><p>He dragged his gaze away from that which he craved and stared into Christine’s eyes.</p><p>“You were very good tonight. You were kind to buy me a dress, too. I don’t know much about cuckolding yet, but to me you were everything a cuckold should be. Still, I’d like you to do just a little bit more to earn the chance to taste my pussy after someone else has fucked me to multiple orgasms. Will you do that, Jack? Will you work just a little bit harder to earn it?” she asked.</p><p>“I will,” he replied.</p><p>“Good. Take your clothes off,” Christine said.</p><p>Jack kicked off his shoes, removed his pants and underwear, and pulled off his shirt faster than he’d ever done in his life. His socks came off last and just like that he was naked in front of his ex-girlfriend, which is not a scenario he’d ever thought would play out.</p><p>“I’m going to roll over and you’re going to crawl between my legs and eat my asshole for as long as I want you to,” she said. “Do you understand?”</p><p>“I do,” he said.</p><p>Christine rolled over and spread her legs like she’d said she would. Jack crawled into her bed and took his place between her legs.</p><p>He reached up and grasped her ass cheeks to spread them. He stared at her asshole. He’d never ventured there when they dated. Christine hadn’t seemed interested and he was so keen on her pussy that it never really occurred to him to do anything with her ass.</p><p>“You don’t need permission,” she said. “Eat my ass, Jack. Do it now and keep your fingers and mouth away from my pussy or I will kick you out of my apartment without giving you a chance to get dressed. Do you understand?”</p><p>“I do,” Jack said before burying his face between her ass cheeks and putting his tongue to work.</p><p>He’d never given a rimjob before, but Jack assumed it was very much like eating pussy. He moved his tongue back and forth over her asshole at a steady pace and he was quickly rewarded with a moan from his ex-girlfriend.</p><p>“Oh, wow,” she said. “That feels better than I would have thought. I guess you have a talented tongue, Jack.”</p><p>She moaned again, this time a little deeper than before, like she was genuinely enjoying herself. Jack felt giddy.</p><p>“I think I could get used to having a cuckold,” Christine said. “There’s no pressure to be nice to you now that we’re not dating. If anything, it seems like you enjoy it when I’m a little bit mean. I can order you around, make you do chores for me, and have you eat my ass, all because you want a taste of my pussy. I bet I could make you do all sorts of stuff for a taste of my pussy. I bet I could get you to do just about anything if I offered you the ultimate prize. I bet you’d cut off a finger for the chance to actually watch someone fuck me, wouldn’t you Jack?”</p><p>“Yes,” Jack said. He wouldn’t actually cut a finger off, but Christine was probably right that he’d do just about anything for the chance to watch her have sex with someone else. To be properly cuckolded in person would be the ultimate fantasy and now that Jack had gotten a taste he wasn’t sure he’d be able to turn down the chance to experience the real thing, no matter how costly Christine made it.</p><p>“Are you ready, Jack? Are you ready to eat my pussy?” she asked.</p><p>“Yes,” Jack replied from between her ass cheeks.</p><p>“Back up,” she said.</p><p>Jack slid back and Christine rolled over. Soon enough he was staring at her utterly flawless pussy. He was staring at the pussy that someone else had fucked that night. He was staring at the pussy that had offered another man two orgasms. He was staring at his fantasy.</p><p>“You’re thinking about him fucking me, aren’t you?” Christine asked as she ran her fingers over her swollen labia.</p><p>“I am,” Jack replied.</p><p>“You’re thinking about his big cock stretching me out, aren’t you?” she asked.</p><p>Jack nodded as he watched Christine slip a finger into her pussy.</p><p>“You want to put your tongue where his cock went, don’t you?” she asked.</p><p>“I do,” Jack replied.</p><p>“That’s a fucked up fantasy, Jack,” she said. “It is, but you earned this. You did my laundry like a good cuckold. You bought me something pretty to wear for the man I wanted to fuck. You bought me the dress that made it so he couldn’t keep his hands off of me. You bought the dress I fucked him in, for the first time at least. You deserve a chance to taste my pussy. You deserve a chance to taste the sex we had. Come. Put your tongue inside me. Taste it.”</p><p>Jack moved forward and pressed his face against his ex-girlfriend’s pussy. He put his tongue inside her. He felt her wetness spread over his lips and chin and cheeks. He tasted a mixture of her juices, a little bit of sweat, and the unmistakable residue left by a condom-covered cock sliding in and out of her for what must have been a considerable amount of time.</p><p>Christine moaned, though Jack couldn’t tell if she was experiencing genuine pleasure or if she was just putting on a little bit of a show for him. He didn’t really care, though. Her moan was perfect. It made the whole thing more arousing.</p><p>“Deeper, Jack,” she said. “Push your tongue deeper into my pussy. Taste more of me. Taste it all like a good little cuckold.”</p><p>Jack pushed his tongue as deep inside his ex-girlfriend as he could and moved it around. He licked the walls of her pussy. He soaked up her juices. He thought nonstop about the fact that someone else’s cock had been pumping in and out of the flesh he was licking. Someone else had fucked her and now he was between her legs enjoying the taste the other man had left behind.</p><p>“Now lick my clit, Jack. Make me cum,” she demanded.</p><p>It was no disappointment to turn his attention to her clit. It was, in fact, a delight. Jack shifted just a touch northward and licked Christine’s clit, inspiring a new round of moans that were unquestionably genuine. She grabbed two handfuls of her bed sheets and closed her eyes. Jack looked up to see real pleasure on her face. He was going to make her cum. He was going to do what a good cuckold does and give her yet another orgasm.</p><p>The climax arrived quickly enough that Jack felt proud. It seemed exceptionally powerful as Christine arched her back and screamed louder than he’d heard when they were together. It made him hopeful that he’d get another chance to do so.</p><p>“Thank you,” she said while coming down from her climax. “That was surprisingly lovely.”</p><p>“Thank you for letting me do that,” he said.</p><p>“In this case it was quite literally my pleasure,” Christine replied. “Now, I don’t want you cumming in my presence – not tonight, at least – but I understand that you might want to have an orgasm, so you’re welcome to go in the bathroom and jerk off. If you do, I’d like you to cum in the toilet. That feels fitting, doesn’t it? Shouldn’t a cuckold cum in the toilet?”</p><p>“Yes,” Jack said as he backed out of the bed. It was more than a little humiliating to run to the bathroom to cum in her toilet, but he wanted it. He didn’t want to wait until getting home. He wanted to cum while he could still taste her pussy on his tongue. He wanted to cum with the memory of going down on her fresh in his mind.</p><p>“Make sure you flush,” Christine called out as Jack shut the bathroom door.</p><p>Jack dragged her bath mat in front of the toilet, lifted the lid, and fell to his knees. He spit in his hand, wrapped his fingers around his cock, and stroked furiously while reliving the joy of his evening. He thought of Christine’s pussy and how marvelous it tasted. He thought of making her cum with his tongue. He thought of the new thrill of eating her asshole. It all rushed through his mind before Jack cried out and climaxed in the toilet.</p><p>He watched his cum slowly sink to the bottom of the bowl as one volley after another rocketed from the tip of his cock. Jack put his hand on the wall to keep his balance and the most intense pleasure of his life coursed through his body.</p><p>Jack flushed the toilet, washed his hands in the sink, and exited the bathroom. Christine remained naked in her bed.</p><p>“It sounded like you enjoyed yourself,” she said.</p><p>“I did. Thank you for that. Thank you for all of this. It’s your choice, of course, but I would give just about anything to do this again,” Jack said.</p><p>Christine smiled and for a moment Jack thought she might be experiencing just a hint of affection towards him.</p><p>“I have plans for you, Jack. You should wipe that smile off your face, though, because those plans don’t involve us getting back together, no matter how badly you want it,” she said.</p><p>Jack was a little embarrassed that he had been quietly pining for that. After all, if she was willing to cuckold him why couldn’t he be her boyfriend again?</p><p>“No, we don’t be dating again, Jack. Instead, I’m going to use you to make my life better and you’re going to come to me each and every time, no matter what I want from you. You’re going to do so because you can’t help it, because you’re a little cuckold, because you just came harder than you’ve ever cum before despite the fact that you were unloading in a fucking toilet,” Christine explained. “Now get dressed and leave. I’ll be in touch when I want to see you again. Don’t text, call, or email me until then. Do you understand?”</p><p>“Yes,” Jack said.</p><p>He dressed and he left as instructed. He spent the rest of his night wondering when Christine would get in touch again. He needed more of what she’d just given him. He couldn’t live without it.</p>