<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="97385698" src="/31/02/3102563e4639f840c5fabc279401de07e886e55dd9f590589428183860ae44b4.jpg"></p><p>“How’s it going in there?” Christine asked from the bathroom doorway.</p><p>“Good,” Jack said. “It shouldn’t take more than an hour to finish up.”</p><p>“Make sure it looks perfect,” she instructed. “As you know, a lazy cuckold doesn’t get rewarded.”</p><p>“It’ll be perfect. I promise,” he said.</p><p>Christine walked away and Jack grabbed the bottle of Tilex and gave the tiled wall of her shower another coating. He let it soak in and then leaned closer and scrubbed the grout with the special brush he’d brought just for the occasion. He’d already spent an hour painstakingly cleaning the shower and he was prepared to dedicate another hour to the task. He wanted his reward, after all. He wasn’t sure what it would be, but doing a little manual labor was a small price to pay for the satisfaction of getting a small taste of being Christine’s cuckold.</p><p>It took just short of an hour for him to finish, and Jack was soaked in sweat and the scent of Tilex, but Christine’s shower looked pristine. The grout was sparkling clean and the tiles had never looked so good. He suspected it had been a long time since it was properly cleaned and he felt just a little bit of pride at having done such a good job.</p><p>“Very good,” Christine said when he called her in to inspect his work. “You know, if you’d been this useful when we were dating I might not have dumped your ass so quickly.”</p><p>For just a moment Jack felt a wonderful kind of hopefulness, as if Christine was saying they stood a chance at getting back together if he continued to be useful.</p><p>“I still would have dumped you, of course,” she added, quickly destroying his hope. “I mean, some things can’t be improved. You were never going to get better at fucking me, for instance. You were never going to let go of your disgusting little cuckold fantasy, and there’s no way in hell I’m going to date a guy that’s so pathetic that all he can jerk off to is the idea of me fucking other men.”</p><p>She was right about that. Jack didn’t want to be so turned on at the idea of being cuckolded. He just couldn’t help it.</p><p>Christine stepped in front of Jack and grabbed his cock through his shorts. “You know your fantasy is pathetic, right?” she asked. “You know there isn’t a woman in the world that wants to be with a guy that gets off on being a humiliated cuckold, right?”</p><p>Jack didn’t want to believe that, but Christine was the only woman that had ever discovered his fantasy, and she clearly wasn’t on board with it.</p><p>“You’re lucky I’m willing to be generous, Jack,” Christine said. “Otherwise you’d be at home, pulling on this sad dick of yours while watching cuckold porn and dreaming of being with a girl that would happily find her sexual satisfaction elsewhere. At least I’m willing to give you a little taste of what you want, right?”</p><p>“I’m very grateful for that,” he said as Christine’s tight grip on his cock managed to bring him to a nearly erect state.</p><p>“You know it’s a little sad that you’re getting hard while I tell you how pathetic you are, right?” she asked.</p><p>Jack nodded. It was hard to deny that.</p><p>“I have a date tonight,” she said. “The kind of date where I get fucked. Maybe the kind of date where I get fucked more than once. He’s got a big cock, Jack, and he uses it better than almost any man I’ve ever been with. He’s light years ahead of you, sexually speaking.”</p><p>Christine stroked Jack through his shorts and he couldn’t help but moan at the intense pleasure of it. She was not offering the sort of gentle satisfaction that a girlfriend might, but it still felt good.</p><p>“You like that I’m going to get fucked tonight, don’t you?” she asked.</p><p>Jack nodded.</p><p>“You like that he’s going to fuck me better than you ever did, don’t you?” she asked.</p><p>“Yes,” Jack said as his cock reached a painfully erect state.</p><p>“Every guy I’ve fucked since I dumped your useless ass has been better than you, Jack,” she said. “Isn’t that embarrassing? Isn’t it humiliating to know that there are so many men that put you to shame when it comes to fucking your ex-girlfriend?”</p><p>Jack moaned. It was embarrassing, but that only served to turn him on.</p><p>Christine released his cock, stepped back, and took her shirt off. She dropped it to the floor and spun around. “Help me out of my bra,” she said.</p><p>Jack unhooked her bra and Christine took it off and let it fall to the floor.</p><p>“Unzip my skirt,” she demanded.</p><p>Jack’s fingers shook a little as he reached out and unzipped her skirt. He wasn’t sure what Christine had planned and his heart pounded from the sense of excitement.</p><p>“Take my skirt off,” Christine instructed. “My panties, too.”</p><p>Jack worked her skirt over her hips and it fell to the floor. He slipped his fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down, exposing the soft, smooth flesh of her ass.</p><p>“I need to shower before my date,” Christine said as she turned around. “I think it would be nice to have my cuckold ex-boyfriend wash my body. Would you like that, Jack?”</p><p>“I’d love that,” he admitted.</p><p>“You will not, under any circumstances, let your pathetic cock touch my body,” Christine explained. “If you do, I will kick you in the balls hard enough to send you to the hospital. I do not want you to misconstrue this invitation. Think of yourself as a servant. Yes, I’m going to let you be naked near me, but only because we’re in the shower. It’s fine if you get turned on, but you will not use this as an excuse to try and put your dick inside me or rub it on me. I want nothing to do with your cock anymore. It failed to please me time and again when we were dating and I’m not foolish enough to give you another chance to disappoint me now. Do you understand?”</p><p>“I do,” Jack said. “I promise, I won’t let my cock anywhere near you. I’ll wash your body as you desire. I’ll do whatever you say.”</p><p>“Turn the shower on and get naked,” Christine said. “I expect you to clean my body like you cleaned the shower. You will be thorough. I want to look and smell good when I get fucked tonight. I want my body to be irresistible to him.”</p><p>Jack turned on the shower, stripped, and watched Christine stepped into the water once it was hot. She beckoned him to join her and Jack stepped into the back of the shower and watched as water cascaded down his ex-girlfriend’s body, making her look very much like a goddess.</p><p>“Are you enjoying the view?” Christine asked.</p><p>“You look perfect,” Jack answered.</p><p>She laughed, grabbed the soap from her shower caddie, and passed it to him. “You can start with my back. Take your time. Make sure you get every inch of me clean.”</p><p>Jack soaped up and followed her instructions. He took his time, offering what amounted to a standing, soapy massage in Christine’s shower. His excitement increased as he neared her ass. Her flesh looked so perfect and it had been so long since he’d been naked with her that it was impossible not to get aroused.</p><p>“Would you like to wash my ass, Jack?” Christine asked.</p><p>“Yes, please,” he answered.</p><p>“You may do so, but get on your knees,” she said.</p><p>Jack fell to his knees and soaped up his hands. He moved them over her ass. It felt so good he couldn’t help but moan. Christine bent over and her cheeks parted just a little, revealing her asshole.</p><p>“I won’t be giving him my ass,” she said, “but you should still clean my asshole.”</p><p>Jack ran his soapy fingers down her crack and over her asshole. He made sure it was clean and he was certain he heard his ex-girlfriend moan.</p><p>Christine stood up straight and turned around. Water cascaded down her back, washing away the soap as Jack stared at her pussy.</p><p>“You enjoyed fucking me, didn’t you Jack?” Christine asked. “When you were allowed to, I mean.”</p><p>“Yes,” he admitted. “It was the best sex I’ve ever had, actually.”</p><p>Christine laughed. “Isn’t that interesting. Sex with you is the worst I’ve ever had. Hands down. I figured I’d give you a chance to see if you got better, mostly because you were a nice guy and nice guys tend to make good boyfriends. You never did, though. You always remained disappointing. Now you’ll never, ever get to feel my pussy around that pathetic dick of yours. Never again.”</p><p>Jack looked up at her. Christine had a gleeful smile on her face, as if she took pleasure in telling him just how underwhelming he’d been as a lover.</p><p>She spun around, bent over, and said, “Does my asshole look clean?”</p><p>“It does,” Jack said.</p><p>“Why don’t you use your tongue to ensure it’s nice and clean, Jack,” Christine suggested.</p><p>“You want me to…to lick your asshole?” he said.</p><p>“Don’t disappoint me, Jack. A good cuckold does what he’s told, doesn’t he? If he wants his reward he certainly does. So put your face between my ass cheeks and eat my asshole right now,” Christine demanded.</p><p>Jack pressed his face between Christine’s slippery, soft ass cheeks and ate her asshole. He flicked his tongue back and forth over it and his cock throbbed. It felt so dirty, so kinky, so splendidly naughty that he couldn’t help but let the arousal envelope him.</p><p>“I haven’t been making enough use of you, Jack,” Christine said. “I’ve underestimated just how far you’re willing to go to get your cuckold rewards. I’m going to change that. I’m going to use you until you’re completely worn out. I’m going to see just how far you’re willing to go in the name of being my cuckold.”</p><p>Jack pressed his face deeper between her ass cheeks. He smothered himself and Christine moaned.</p><p>“Fuck, you’re a nasty little bitch,” she said. “This feels better than I thought it would, though. It turns out having a cuckold practically tongue fuck my ass is quite nice. It’s perfect foreplay before my date, Jack. That’s what a cuckold is really useful for, right? You get me worked up so someone with a dick that’s worth a damn can fuck me.”</p><p>Jack was disappointed when Christine stepped away, depriving him of her asshole. He could have stayed between her cheeks for hours if she’d let him. There was something so delightful about it, especially in the shower.</p><p>She turned around, took the bar of soap from his hand, and washed her pussy with it. “I bet you were hoping to wash my pussy before I get fucked tonight, weren’t you?”</p><p>Jack nodded. He’d been looking forward to it.</p><p>“You don’t deserve that pleasure,” she said. “Not yet. I want you to work a little harder for that. After all, a cuckold likes to prepare the pussy another man is going to fuck, doesn’t he? He finds pleasure in it, right?”</p><p>“Yes,” Jack said. He’d never had the privilege, but he’d fantasized about it many times.</p><p>Christine put the soap back in the shower caddie and grabbed her razor. She reached down and carefully shaved the hair from the sides of her pussy, leaving just a small strip above.</p><p>“It looks beautiful,” he said.</p><p>“It is beautiful,” Christine replied. “It’s meant to be beautiful, Jack. It’s meant for a man to gaze upon it and want to be inside me. It’s meant to inspire lust. It’s going to work on my date. He’s going to see my pussy and see that I shaved it for him. He’s going to see that I made it look beautiful for him and he’s going to want to fuck me. He’s going to slide his big, beautiful cock inside me and he’s going to pound me until I cum so hard I can’t even speak. He’s going to enjoy that pleasure because he’s a real man, not a fucking cuckold like you.”</p><p>Jack looked up at her and saw a wild kind of desire in his ex-girlfriend’s eyes. He wasn’t sure if she was fantasizing about the sex she was going to have that night or if she was getting worked up by talking down to him and he didn’t particularly care. He was naked in the shower with her and it was absolutely perfect.</p><p>“You’d love to taste my perfect pussy, wouldn’t you Jack?” Christine asked.</p><p>Jack nodded. “Yes, I would.”</p><p>She reached down and spread her pussy lips, showing off the pink flesh that Jack wanted to taste. She stepped closer and a wave of excitement rushed through him. It had been nearly a week since he’d been granted the pleasure of tasting her and Jack was desperate.</p><p>“Too bad,” Christine said. “You’re a fucking cuckold. You don’t deserve to taste my pussy. You don’t deserve anything other than the pleasure of serving me.” She passed him the bar of soap and said, “Now wash my legs.”</p><p>Jack soaped up his hands and carefully washed her legs. He made sure not to touch her pussy when he washed her upper thighs as he suspected Christine wouldn’t have enjoyed that. He washed both of her feet, too, an act that brought him more pleasure than he expected it would. There was something extra submissive about it that Jack quite liked.</p><p>“Stand up,” Christine said. Jack stood and she smiled. “Would you like to wash my breasts?”</p><p>Jack nodded.</p><p>“You may do so,” she said.</p><p>Jack rubbed the bar of soap in his hands, placed it in the shower caddie, and washed Christine’s breasts. His fingers moved slowly and gently over her flesh as her eyes met his. She smiled and unleashed a quiet, wondrous moan. Jack’s fingers moved over her nipples and she moaned again. Her breasts had always been spectacular and it felt incredible to be able to touch them again.</p><p>“I love your breasts,” he said.</p><p>“I know you do,” Christine replied. “I can see it on your face. I can see how pleasurable it is for you to touch them.”</p><p>She was right. Jack’s cock was painfully hard and it was from the simple joy of being able to touch her soft, wondrous flesh.</p><p>“You’re going to let me use you however I want, aren’t you Jack?” Christine asked.</p><p>Jack nodded. He knew he could end up regretting that decision, but he was far too aroused to do anything other than nod.</p><p>“I can’t wait to find out just how far you’re willing to go to be a good cuckold for your ex-girlfriend,” she said. “Perhaps we’ll both discover new things about ourselves.”</p><p>Christine stepped back and Jack’s hands fell to his sides. She grabbed the bar of soap from the shower caddie, worked it between her hands, and reached out. For just a moment Jack was certain he was going to get a soapy handjob in the shower. Instead, Christine’s hands found their way to his balls.</p><p>“Does that feel good?” she asked as her fingers encircled and massaged his testicles.</p><p>“Yes,” Jack said.</p><p>With one hand still holding his balls Christine maneuvered behind Jack. Her other hand moved down his lower back and between his ass cheeks. She rubbed his asshole with a soapy hand and massaged his balls with the other.</p><p>“You got all sweaty cleaning my shower,” she said. “You deserve to get nice and clean too.”</p><p>Jack felt intensely vulnerable as Christine handled the most sensitive area of his body. He was confident she wouldn’t hurt him, though. It was clear Christine didn’t want him as her boyfriend, but she hadn’t done anything to make Jack believe she hated him. Instead, it seemed as though she was eager to use him to her benefit while providing occasional rewards that would keep him around.</p><p>“It seems like you’re better as a cuckold than you ever were as a boyfriend, Jack. Do you think that’s true? Do you think you’re better off as my cuckold than as my boyfriend?” Christine asked.</p><p>“Yes,” he answered.</p><p>Christine’s fingers moved from his balls to his cock. Jack moaned at the instant pleasure of having a soapy hand around his wet, stiff cock. She stroked him swiftly as her other hand continued to move between his ass cheeks, offering surprising and sensual stimulation to his asshole.</p><p>“Would you like to cum, cuckold?” she asked.</p><p>“Yes, please,” Jack said.</p><p>“You’ll have to eat it,” Christine said. “I’m not going to let you cum in my house without consuming your load. Will you do that, Jack? Will you eat your load the moment you’re finished cumming?”</p><p>“Yes,” Jack agreed without thinking about it. He wanted to cum so badly that Christine could have said almost anything and he would have agreed to it.</p><p>“Hold your hand in front of your cock,” she said. “Catch your load. If you don’t eat it the moment you’re done, you and I are finished. You will no longer be anything to me. Do you understand?”</p><p>“Yes,” Jack said. “I’ll eat my load. I promise.”</p><p>Christine stroked him faster. Two fingers moved vigorously over his asshole. His moans filled the shower. His cock swelled in her hand. Christine pressed a single finger against his asshole. He opened up for her. She moved the tip inside him.</p><p>“Fuck, I’m cumming!” Jack said. He held his hand in front of his cock and his thick cum poured into it as Christine slowly stroked his shaft, squeezing the head every now and then to work every last drop of semen out of him.</p><p>“Eat it,” she said when he was finished. “Eat it right now or we’re done.”</p><p>Jack lifted his hand to his mouth and poured the cum onto his tongue. He swallowed. He gagged a little at the taste, but it went down. He coughed as the cum coated his throat. It burned. It was enormously unpleasant, but the pleasure of the orgasm was still reverberating through his body. Furthermore, doing as Christine desired made him feel good, and Jack was certain it meant he’d get to continue enjoying his cuckold fantasy because he’d done as she instructed.</p><p>“Thank you,” Jack said.</p><p>“You’re welcome,” Christine replied. “Now you can wash my hair.”</p><p>She stepped in front of him, passed Jack the bottle of shampoo, and turned around.</p><p>“It would be my pleasure,” he said.</p><p>“I know. You’re a cuckold. Of course it’s your pleasure to serve me,” she replied.</p><p>She was right about that.</p>