<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="94810839" src="/31/02/3102563e4639f840c5fabc279401de07e886e55dd9f590589428183860ae44b4.jpg"></p><p>“I got fucked last night,” Christine said.</p><p>Jack knew better than to stop cleaning, but he looked towards Christine to see a giddy smile on her face as she relaxed on her couch.</p><p>“I don’t usually fuck on the first date and I felt a little slutty, but I couldn’t help myself,” she explained. “He was so hot. Hotter than most guys I’ve been out with. Way hotter than you, though that’s obviously not saying much.”</p><p>The insult struck Jack as needless, though he’d learned over the past few weeks that what he wanted mattered very little to Christine. She was content to use him for her pleasure and if that happened to align with his pleasure it was wonderful. If not, she was content to use and sometimes abuse him. She always made sure to tell him he could leave at any time, of course, and Jack never did.</p><p>“He fucked me right here,” Christine said. “Right here on my couch.” She spread her legs and her skirt rode up, exposing a pair of pink cotton panties. “I was on my back. My legs were open. His cock was inside me. He fucked me so hard I thought he might break the couch.”</p><p>Jack continued to dust Christine’s bookshelf, but he was no longer putting in a full effort. Instead, most of his attention was focused on his ex-girlfriend as she relived the sex she’d had the night before.</p><p>“I thought about you,” she said.</p><p>Jack felt a sense of hopefulness. He knew it was foolish, but he couldn’t help himself. If Christine had thought of him, perhaps she’d thought about bringing him back into her life as more than her cuckold.</p><p>She smiled and said, “I thought about how much you would have enjoyed watching him fuck me. I thought about how much you would have enjoyed being on your knees to watch as his cock slid in and out of my tight little pussy. Was I right, Jack? Would you have enjoyed watching?”</p><p>“Yes,” he said.</p><p>Christine smiled and reached between her legs. She rubbed her fingers over her panties and moaned. Jack ceased any sort of cleaning and stared at his ex-girlfriend as desire emanated from between his legs.</p><p>She slipped her fingers into her panties and said, “A cuckold likes to watch, right? He likes to watch his girlfriend get fucked by someone better, right? He likes to watch her scream and moan as someone else gives her exactly what the cuckold can’t, right?”</p><p>Jack nodded as he watched Christine masturbate.</p><p>“But I’m not your girlfriend,” she said. “I’m your ex-girlfriend. I dumped your ass because you couldn’t fuck me worth a damn.”</p><p>“Yes, you did,” he said.</p><p>“Do you know how pathetic it is that you still want me to cuckold you, Jack?” she asked.</p><p>Jack nodded. He was well aware of how pathetic it was. He just found the whole thing far too arousing to care.</p><p>“You don’t mind being pathetic, do you?” Christine asked.</p><p>“No,” Jack answered.</p><p>“Strip,” she demanded.</p><p>Jack stripped as his ex-girlfriend watched with a smile on her face.</p><p>“Look at that cute little dick of yours,” she said. “Did I excite you, Jack? Do you have a little stiffy going because I talked about someone else fucking me? Were you thinking of watching like a good little cuckold?”</p><p>Jack nodded and looked down at his cock. He was quite erect and there was even a little drop of precum at the tip.</p><p>“Come over here,” Christine said. “Get on your knees.”</p><p>Jack approached the couch and fell to his knees. His ex-girlfriend reached out and ran her fingers over his chest. She gently pinched one of his nipples and he moaned, much to his embarrassment.</p><p>“You’re such a freak,” she said, though Jack heard the amusement in her voice. Christine pinched his nipple hard and pulled on it. He cried out in pain and doubled over. She refused to release his flesh, though. She doubled down, pinching harder and sending shocks of pain through his body.</p><p>“Stroke your cock,” Christine ordered.</p><p>Jack wrapped his fingers around his dick and stroked as Christine moved her fingers to his other nipple and pinched just as hard. Once again pain coursed through his body.</p><p>“You’re like a toy,” she said. “You’re a fun little toy to play with. A fun little toy that I can do whatever I want with. Isn’t that true, Jack?”</p><p>He nodded as his hand provided pleasure and her fingers produced pain. It was an unexpectedly pleasurable experience, in no small part because his beautiful ex-girlfriend seemed giddy.</p><p>“Tell me that you’re a disappointment, Jack,” Christine said. “Say it. Say that you’re a disappointment, that you never deserved me.”</p><p>“I never deserved you,” Jack said. “I’m a disappointment and I never deserved a woman like you. I was lucky you dated me. I was lucky you ever let me have sex with you.”</p><p>Christine sat up, turned, and spread her legs. She leaned forward and Jack glanced at her cleavage before she directed his gaze to her face. “What you’re doing right here, it’s pathetic,” she said. “You’re jerking off while telling me you’re a fucking disappointment. It turns you on to admit that you never deserved to fuck me, that I’m so much better than you that your dick never deserved to come anywhere near my wet, tight, perfect little pussy.”</p><p>Every word from her lips brought Jack a little closer to his orgasm. He knew it pathetic or depraved or just plain sad, and yet he couldn’t stop it. In fact, he wanted to chase it deeper. He wanted more of what Christine was giving him.</p><p>“I’m sorry I’m so pathetic,” he said.</p><p>“You should be,” Christine replied. She grabbed both his nipples and pulled hard on them. Jack fell forward until his face rested against the couch cushion. Christine released his nipples and grabbed a handful of his hair. She pulled his head between her legs and pressed his face against her panties. Jack kissed and licked the soft cotton in the hope of providing his ex-girlfriend with just a little bit of pleasure.</p><p>“You’re fucking pathetic,” she said. “Look at you. You’d do anything to taste my pussy, wouldn’t you?”</p><p>“Yes,” Jack said, though his voice was muffled by her panties.</p><p>She pulled hard on his hair until Jack was sitting up once more. “Stop stroking your cock. Put your clothes back on. Finish cleaning my apartment.”</p><p>Despite his desperate desire for an orgasm, Jack released his cock and stood up. He got dressed as Christina watched. When he turned back she’d pulled her panties aside and buried her fingers deep in her pussy.</p><p>“You never deserved my pussy,” she said. “Now clean my fucking house. If you do a good job I might give you a reward tonight.”</p><p>Jack watched her fingers move in and out of her pussy for a few moments. He thought of how desperately he missed it and how much he wanted to be on his knees between her legs. He wanted to taste her juices, to lick her clit, to make her cum. He wanted to make her feel good, and she wasn’t going to let him.</p><p>“Did I mention I have another date?” Christine asked. “It’s with the guy that fucked me last night. He enjoyed my pussy enough that he wants to come back for more.” She closed her eyes and added a third finger to the two moving in and out of her body. “Maybe I’ll let you hide in the closet and listen. Maybe I’ll let you eat me out after he fucks me. Maybe I’ll let you suck my pussy juices off the condom he uses. Would you like that, Jack?”</p><p>“Yes,” Jack answered.</p><p>“Then you better make sure my apartment is as clean as it’s ever been,” she said. “Now quit watching me like the fucking pervert we both know you are and get to work.”</p><p>Jack did as he was told. He wanted to watch his ex-girlfriend masturbate. He wanted to be subjected to more of her delightful verbal abuse, but he wanted one of the rewards she’d talked about even more, so he set about ensuring that her apartment was as clean as it had ever been.</p><p>Christine send Jack him home after he’d finished his cleaning, denying him the chance to watch as she got fucked by the man that had provided her with such pleasure the night before. A text latex that night had lured Jack back to her place and he walked in to find the apartment just as pristine as he’d left it. The slow beat of an R&amp;B song emanated from the bedroom and Jack walked down the hallway as an increasing sense of desire built inside him.</p><p>Christine was topless in her bed when Jack stepped into the doorway. Her breasts bore little red marks, though Jack couldn’t tell if they were from rough handling of the sorts of love bites that some men enjoyed doling out. Christine wore a pair of dark blue lace panties, hiding the object of Jack’s desire from view.</p><p>“Did you think of me while you were gone?” Christine asked.</p><p>Jack nodded as his eyes wandered over her body. Every inch of her looked perfect. He remembered when he was allowed to touch her as he desired, when that touching would sometimes lead to sex, sex that he always very much enjoyed and that Christine had apparently never really enjoyed.</p><p>“Did you think like a cuckold?” she asked. “Did you think of another man fucking me while you were gone? Did you think of him in my bed, pounding me as I screamed his name?”</p><p>“I did,” Jack said. He’d actually pictured Christine on her couch, but it made little difference.</p><p>“Did you touch yourself while you thought of me? Did you play with your little cuckold cock?” she asked.</p><p>Jack nodded. “Only over the pants though, like you said.” She’d been very clear that he was not to masturbate but that he was permitted to touch himself over his pants if he desired.</p><p>“Strip,” Christine ordered.</p><p>Jack did as he was told. Christine smiled and it seemed to Jack that she genuinely enjoyed when he did exactly as ordered and without hesitation.</p><p>She pointed to her feet and said, “Suck on my toes.”</p><p>Jack moved to the end of Christine’s bed, bent over, and took her big toe into his mouth. He sucked and he did so without hesitation or reservation. He looked up at his ex-girlfriend and saw a smile on her face.</p><p>“You like making me happy, don’t you?” she asked.</p><p>Jack nodded with her toe in his mouth.</p><p>“It’s too bad you’re such a worthless lay,” Christine said. “We could have been good together. A man that lives to make his girlfriend happy is the kind you want to stay with. Maybe he’s the kind of guy you want to marry, especially if he has a good job. I can’t be with a man that can’t fuck me worth a damn, though. I can’t respect a man that can’t make me cum when we have sex. I just can’t, and I can’t be with a man I don’t respect. You understand that, don’t you Jack? You understand that I don’t respect you, right?”</p><p>Jack nodded again.</p><p>“You understand why, right? I mean, you’re a little bitch. You’re sucking my toes because I told you to. You cleaned my house without any promise of a real reward. You do my laundry. You eat my ass when I tell you to. You do it all because it turns you on to be a little bitch, which is the most pathetic thing in the world,” Christine explained.</p><p>Jack’s cock was hard. His ex-girlfriend was verbally degrading him and doing so gleefully and his cock was hard. She was explaining why they would never be an item again, and he found it arousing. It was pathetic. He knew that, and yet he couldn’t help but crave it.</p><p>“I had two orgasms tonight,” Christine said. “Two great orgasms, in fact. It was rare for me to have one orgasm when you fucked me, Jack, and he was able to give me two with ease. I probably could have had three or four if I wanted. I could have told him to last a little longer and he would have been able to do it. A pathetic cuckold like you couldn’t do that. A pathetic cuckold like you is worthless at using his cock to make a girl feel good. You know that, don’t you?”</p><p>“Yes,” Jack said before moving to Christine’s other foot and taking her big toe into his mouth. He licked and sucked and hoped she would reward him at some point.</p><p>Christine reached down and pulled her panties aside. Jack stared between her legs at her pussy. It was obvious she’d been fucked. Her pubic hair was slick with the wetness that had dripped out of her. Her labia looked enflamed from the pounding she’d received.</p><p>“Is my pussy what you crave, Jack?” Christine asked. “Do you want to put your tongue where another man’s cock was?”</p><p>Jack nodded vigorously as his lips remained sealed around her big toe. Christine smiled and gently ran her finger over her labia before pressing it inside. Jack heard the wetness as Christine fingered herself. He wanted so badly to put his tongue inside her. He wanted to experience it, to know what it was like to lick her pussy after she’d been fucked. He wanted to live out that cuckold fantasy.</p><p>“Go to the bathroom,” Christine said. “His condom is in the trash can. Bring it to me.”</p><p>Jack turned towards Christine’s bathroom and opened the cabinet under the sink. He pulled out the small trash bin and saw the condom resting on top of a small pile of tissues. He picked it up with two fingers and brought it back to his ex-girlfriend.</p><p>“Thank you,” Christine said as she took it from him. “Now get on your knees.”</p><p>Jack fell to his knees and Christine swung her legs over the side of the bed. He stared at her panties and wished he could reach up, pull them off, and dine on her pussy.</p><p>“Look at that load,” she said. “He’s such a heavy cummer.”</p><p>She was right. Her date had left an enormous load of cum in the condom.</p><p>“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue,” Christine said.</p><p>Jack stared at the condom as he opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue.</p><p>“Are you the sort of cuckold that fantasizes about licking someone else’s cum out of my pussy?” she asked.</p><p>Jack nodded.</p><p>“Of course you are,” she said. “Only the most pathetic kind of guy would want to lick someone else’s cum from my pussy.”</p><p>Christine extended her hand and placed the filled end of the condom on Jack’s tongue. He tasted the latex and the sweetness of her pussy. The cum still felt warm, which meant it hadn’t been that long since someone else had been inside her.</p><p>“Suck on it, cuckold,” Christine commanded. “Suck on that load. Suck on it like the pathetic cuck that you are.”</p><p>Jack’s cock throbbed at the very idea of sucking on the condom that had been inside his ex-girlfriend. It was both humiliating and thrilling and he couldn’t resist. He wrapped his lips around it. He took it into his mouth. He sucked on it. The taste of latex coated his tongue. Christine moaned in the most delightful way, making Jack’s cock throb even harder.</p><p>“You’re disgusting,” she said, but he could hear the delight in her voice. He was certain that she liked his willingness to be disgusting, to embrace how pathetic she thought his desires were.</p><p>Christine scooted closer to the edge of the bed as Jack continued to suck on the condom. She pulled her panties aside and he stared at her pussy. Her position made her lips part a little and he saw the slippery pink flesh inside. He saw what he craved most.</p><p>“I’m going to give you a choice,” Christine said. “You can masturbate and cum as you stare at my pussy and suck on this condom, or you can eat me out and make me cum. You don’t get to do both, though. So, which do you want?”</p><p>Christine pulled the condom from his mouth and Jack answered immediately. “I want to make you cum,” he said.</p><p>She smiled. “That’s what I thought. Go ahead. Eat me out.”</p><p>Christine spread her legs and Jack crawled closer. He pushed his tongue inside her and moaned as he tasted her juices and a hint of the latex. He pressed his face as tightly between her legs as he could. Her labia rubbed over his cheeks. Her juices spread over his face. He would have crawled inside her pussy if he could have. He’d been given the reward he craved and he wanted all of it.</p><p>“Suck on my clit,” she said.</p><p>Jack turned his efforts to his ex-girlfriend’s clit and did as she desired. He gently sucked on it. He flicked his tongue back and forth over it. He remembered how she liked it from when they were together and she responded to his skillful work with a series of joyful, lusty moans.</p><p>“That’s it, cuckold,” she said. “Fuck, suck my clit. Suck it like the pathetic little bitch we both know you are. Suck my clit and make me cum.”</p><p>She grabbed a handful of his hair and held Jack’s head in place as he did what as she desired. He looked up and saw her eyes closed and her mouth opened. Her moans grew louder. Her legs trembled just a little.</p><p>“That’s it…that’s it…make me cum, cuckold. Make me cum,” she said.</p><p>Jack did as ordered. He made his ex-girlfriend cum. Her felt her body vibrating with pleasure. Joy filled him as he gave her an orgasm and lived out his cuckold fantasy. It was enthralling in entirely unexpected ways.</p><p>“Put your tongue inside me,” Christine said after her climax. “Taste me. Taste the pussy he fucked. Taste it for as long as you like. Just keep your hands off your dick.”</p><p>Jack silently rejoiced as Christine let him plunge his tongue into her pussy once more. He soaked up her juices. He tasted her insides. He thought over and over of a cock plunging into her and pleasing her in ways he never could.</p><p>“This was good,” she said. “Maybe next time I’ll let you taste some of his cum. I’ll bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you, you little freak?”</p><p>Jack looked up at her and nodded. He was absolutely the sort of cuckold that wanted to consume the cum of the man that fucked his ex-girlfriend. He only hoped she wasn’t teasing.</p>