<p>Click here to read the previous parts of the story.</p><p><img data-media-id="99591352" src="/2f/00/2f0078b07eafd6c8c0337b6fdb01cc83e66df680ba88c974b212df0560635b13.jpg"></p><p>While Christine was out on her date, Jack remained at her apartment to clean. He made sure every square inch was spotless, he did any remaining laundry, he reorganized her refrigerator and got rid of expired foods, and he even cleaned her car because he had a little extra time.</p><p>It was past midnight when Christine arrived home. She’d texted with instructions for Jack to strip and wait on his knees by her door. Jack had done so without hesitation. He was long past hesitating when his ex-girlfriend told him to do something.</p><p>“You know, you’re so much more useful as my ex-boyfriend than you were as my boyfriend,” Christine said as she stepped into the apartment. She left the door open and Jack felt a brief moment of terror at the idea of a neighbor walking by and seeing him naked and on his knees. Thankfully, no one saw him before Christine shut the door. “You don’t argue with me. You don’t roll your eyes when I give you a chore. You don’t put up a fight when I tell you to do the laundry, or clean the bathroom, or eat my ass because you’re a fucking cuck bitch and I want to see if you’re willing to humiliate yourself. You just do as you’re told, like a servant.”</p><p>It seemed like Christine had enjoyed a few drinks with her date, though Jack certainly didn’t object to that. Back when they were dating, the version of Christine with lowered inhibitions was always a little more fun and Jack couldn’t help but wonder what that version of her would be like when dealing with the new version of him.</p><p>“Aren’t you going to ask, Jack?” Christine said as she stepped closer and stared down at him.</p><p>“Ask what?” he replied.</p><p>“The question every cuckold wants to ask when the woman he craves comes home,” she said.</p><p>Jack looked up at her and asked, “Did he fuck you?”</p><p>Christine smiled. “He did, Jack. He fucked me so good I forgot you existed. I forgot that you were at my apartment, busily cleaning like the pathetic little bitch that you are. All I could think about was how good it felt to have a big cock in my perfect pussy. Every thrust pushed you further from my mind and brought me closer to the kind of orgasm you never provided.”</p><p>Jack looked down as if he could see through her skirt and gaze upon her pussy. He couldn’t control his cuckold desires. He wanted to see it, to lick it, to taste it after someone else had been inside her.</p><p>“I’ve decided that you deserve a reward,” Christine said. “Would you like a reward for being a good cuckold?”</p><p>Jack nodded vigorously. “Yes, I’d like that very much.”</p><p>Christine’s smile was surprisingly kind as she offered her hand. Jack took it and she helped him to his feet. “Let’s go to my bedroom,” she said.</p><p>They held hands as Christine led Jack to the bedroom. She placed her purse on the nightstand and slowly spun around until they were facing each other. Christine took off her halter top, freeing her breasts – she’d gone without a bra for her date. Her typically pale flesh looked red, like her date had manhandled Christine’s breasts as they fucked.</p><p>“He loves my breasts,” she said. “He loves to play with them as he fucks me, especially when I’m on my hands and knees for him.”</p><p>Jack pictured someone else fucking Christine from behind and was hit by a potent kind of desire. His cock grew fully erect and for a moment his knees felt weak, like he might collapse from the overwhelming nature of his lust.</p><p>“Would you like to touch my breasts?” she asked.</p><p>Jack nodded and Christine reached out and took his hands in hers. She placed them on her breasts.</p><p>“Be gentle,” she said. “He wasn’t and they’re a little tender.”</p><p>Jack moved his fingers over the soft, warm flesh of his ex-girlfriend’s breasts. He’d done it countless times before, but it felt better this time. Knowing that someone else had touched them, had enjoyed them, had played with the while fucking her, made it so much hotter.</p><p>“You’re so hard,” Christine said in a surprisingly soft, seductive voice. “Is that because you’re thinking about him fucking me, Jack?”</p><p>Jack nodded and gently rolled Christine’s nipples between his fingers.</p><p>“Being a cuckold really does turn you on, doesn’t it?” she asked.</p><p>Jack nodded again. “More than I could possibly explain.”</p><p>“You crave it so much that you’re willing to humiliate yourself by being my servant. Is that right?” she asked.</p><p>“Yes,” Jack said. Servant was the perfect word for what he’d been for her. There was really no other word for it, in fact. She wasn’t paying him in cash. Instead, Christine offered something far more valuable than money. She made Jack’s cuckold fantasies come true.</p><p>Christine reached out and gently ran her fingers over the tip of Jack’s cock. He shuddered with pleasure and she smiled. Her fingers moved down the shaft and encircled his balls as her smile grew. Then, Christine squeezed his testicles so hard that Jack yelped in pain.</p><p>“I can see it in your eyes, Jack,” Christine said. Every bit of seduction had left her voice. “You think I still like you. You think there’s still a chance I’ll want to be your girlfriend. You need to get that idea out of your head. It’s delusional. I will never, ever be your girlfriend. You are nothing more than a toy to me. You’re a cuckold. You’re a pathetic creature for me to take advantage of. You’re a slave to your desires and I’m going to use that to make you my servant. You’re going to make my life better and every once in a while I’m going to give you a little treat that’s going to ensure you only leave when I kick you out of my life. Do you understand?”</p><p>Jack nodded as pain emanated from his testicles. Her grip was remarkably tight, matching the harshness in her voice.</p><p>“I am going to give you a reward,” she said. “I wasn’t lying about that. A good cuckold deserves a reward, after all.”</p><p>She released his balls and Jack bent over and reached down to ensure they were still intact. The pain lessened, though it seemed like his testicles were going to ache for a little while thanks to Christine’s harsh grip.</p><p>“Unzip my skirt,” Christine said as she spun around.</p><p>Jack let his balls go and reached out to unzip her skirt. Christine worked it over her hips and it fell to the floor.</p><p>“Remove my panties,” she demanded.</p><p>Jack pulled her panties down, exposing the ass he’d worshiped not that long ago. Christine spun around and smiled as Jack eyed her beautiful naked body. He’d cum six hours ago, but that was more than enough time for his desire to fully recharge and staring at his naked ex-girlfriend filled him with the kind of desire every man feels when they see a beautiful girl.</p><p>“You don’t get to look at me like that, Jack,” Christine said. “You don’t get to think what you’re thinking. Not anymore. You’re a cuckold. A cuckold doesn’t fuck. A cuckold’s cock is permanently retired. A cuckold’s cock has been deemed useless and it shouldn’t be allowed anywhere near a pussy. I know you know this, but it seems worth repeating: You will never, ever fuck me. I will never let your dick near my pussy. I will never let you inside me. You’re not even remotely worthy of it.”</p><p>“I know,” Jack said. “I’m sorry for looking at you like that.”</p><p>“Open my purse,” Christine demanded.</p><p>Jack reached over and opened her purse. He glanced inside and saw two used condoms. Christine had brought home her date’s loads.</p><p>Christine reached into her purse and pulled out one of the condoms. She laid in her bed and carefully untied it. Her eyes met Jack’s and she said, “Join me.”</p><p>Jack crawled into Christine’s bed and memories of sleeping with her flooded his mind. He thought of how much he’d enjoyed cuddling up with her and how good it had felt to fuck her. His desire to be a cuckold hadn’t precluded Jack from enjoying sex, after all. He felt just a little bit wistful as those memories flooded his mind. Jack wondered if things would have been different if he was a little better in bed. Would she have been willing to entertain his cuckold fantasies while still dating him?</p><p>“A real man fucked me tonight,” Christine said as she slowly dragged the condom over her skin. “He was better than you ever were. He would probably make a terrible boyfriend, but he had no trouble making me cum. He fucked me hard and fast and his cock was perfect. It was exactly what I needed, Jack. It was what you could never give me with that useless dick of yours.”</p><p>Christine gripped the filled end of the condom between two fingers and gently lifted it as she held the open end against one of her breasts. Jack watched the cum slowly move down the latex tube. A little bit of it poured out onto the soft, reddened flesh of his ex-girlfriend’s breast and she moved it across her chest, leaving a streak of sticky, warm cum in her wake.</p><p>“Did you ever fantasize about licking someone else’s cum off my tits?” Christine asked when she’d finished decorating her breasts.</p><p>Jack nodded. He’d fantasized about it countless times. He quite enjoyed watching videos of guys cumming on the perky, soft breasts of their partners. He imagined himself being invited to clean those cum-covered breasts and he’d jerked off while thinking about doing it with Christine. He was quite literally about to live out one of his fantasies.</p><p>“Of course you did,” she said. “A cuckold lives for that sort of nasty pleasure, doesn’t he? Freaks like you want to be made to clean the cum of a superior man from a woman’s body, don’t you? You want to lick up his salty fucking load and swallow it, don’t you?”</p><p>Jack nodded. His cock was painfully erect. She was right. It’s exactly what he wanted. It’s what he craved. It’s what he’d craved for years.</p><p>“Do it, cuckold,” Christine said. “Lick his cum off my breasts. Take your time, too. Savor your reward for being a good servant.”</p><p>Jack’s heart pounded as he leaned closer. The cum glistened on the soft flesh of her breasts. There was a little drop on her nipple that looked particularly good. He parted his lips and took her nipple in his mouth.</p><p>Another man’s cum bathed Jack’s taste buds as he moved his tongue over Christine’s flesh. She moaned and her fingers found the back of his head. They moved gently through his hair. It was a simple gesture, but it felt as though she was asserting ownership over him in a soft, sensual way that he adored.</p><p>“Does it taste good, cuckold?” Christine asked.</p><p>“Mmmm hmmm,” Jack replied with his lips still sealed around her flesh.</p><p>Christine arched her back a little, pressing her nipple deeper into Jack’s mouth. She moaned and said, “Clean the rest of his cum. Clean up every drop and I’ll give you more. I’ll feed you like a good little cuckold.”</p><p>Jack devoured the cum on Christine’s breasts. He moved over her skin and licked it all up. He swallowed like a good cuckold was supposed to. He lived out his fantasy and it was more pleasurable than he’d imagined it would be.</p><p>“That’s good,” Christine said. “Eat his load. Eat his fucking load like the disgusting cuckold you are.”</p><p>Her harsh words only emboldened Jack. He licked her flesh clean. He sucked on her nipples. He kissed her breasts. He worked himself into a cum-fueled frenzy and his cock emitted a steady stream of precum that dripped onto Christine’s bed.</p><p>“Do you want more?” Christine asked.</p><p>Jack looked up and nodded. “Yes, please.”</p><p>She pushed him away and upended the used condom once more. Cum dripped onto her stomach in a beautiful Pollock-esque pattern. Jack’s cock throbbed in time with his heartbeat as he watched his ex-girlfriend offer him another dose of his cuckold fantasy.</p><p>“Beg for it,” she said with a smile.</p><p>“Please, let me lick up his cum,” Jack said. “Let me lick his load off of you.”</p><p>“You’re disgusting,” she said, but Jack saw the smile on her face. She liked that he was being disgusting, that he was begging to lick someone else’s cum from her stomach. “But you can lick up his load. Claim your reward.”</p><p>Jack ran his tongue through the cum on Christine’s stomach and licked it up. He swallowed it all and he did so gleefully. He couldn’t help himself. It felt so good to be so nasty and he wanted to feel good. He wanted to be nasty. He wanted to be the disgusting cuckold she thought he was.</p><p>“Mmmm, lick it all up, you little bitch,” Christine said. “Swallow that fucking load. Lick it all off of me. Lick up every yummy drop.”</p><p>Jack’s arousal felt like a runaway train. The more cum he licked off his ex-girlfriend, the more his cock ached. The more she insulted him, the more he craved her insults.</p><p>“Do you want my pussy, Jack?” Christine asked. “Do you want to taste your ex-girlfriend’s pussy? Do you want to taste the pussy that another man fucked tonight?”</p><p>“Yes,” Jack answered.</p><p>“Get between my legs,” she demanded.</p><p>Jack crawled between her legs and stared at her plump, slippery pussy lips. Christine placed the open end of the condom just above her pubic bone and lifted the other end. The cum slowly poured out of it. It landed in the little strip of pubic hair above her pussy and gently poured over her labia.</p><p>Christine emptied the used condom and tossed it aside. She reached down and rubbed her cum-covered pussy, spreading her date’s seed all over and making an absolute mess.</p><p>“Open your fucking mouth,” Christine said.</p><p>Jack parted his lips and she shoved her fingers inside. He closed his eyes and sucked them clean.</p><p>“Look at you,” she said. “You look like a fucking whore. Like a cocksucking whore that can’t get enough of the dick in her mouth. You look like a little porn slut, Jack. Who knew you had this in you? Who knew that all it took was the chance to eat another man’s load to turn you into a disgusting, dirty little cum whore?”</p><p>Jack moaned as Christine moved her fingers in and out of his mouth. She was fucking his face. There was no question about it. Four fingers stretched his lips and moved over his tongue and he took it. He sucked them clean. He sucked up the cum because it felt so fucking good.</p><p>“Now clean my pussy, you fucking whore,” Christine said.</p><p>Jack heard the lust in her voice. She was getting off on the abuse, just like he was. He devoured her pussy like she wanted. He licked and sucked the cum out of her pubic hair. He licked it off her labia. He licked it offer her inner thighs. Everywhere her fingers had spread the cum, Jack licked it up. He couldn’t help but fantasize about licking it out of her pussy, too. That was the thing he’d always fantasized about. The idea of cleaning a fresh creampie had always made him cum so hard.</p><p>“Look up at me,” Christine demanded.</p><p>Jack looked up and his girlfriend smiled at him. He could feel the slippery juices on his cum and lips. He’d pressed his face between her legs with such gusto that he’d made a bit of a mess.</p><p>Christine reached into her purse, pulled out her phone, and said, “Smile.”</p><p>Jack didn’t smile, but he didn’t look away. He let her take a picture of him between her legs. He let her take a picture of the mess on his face.</p><p>Christine grabbed the used condom and said, “Open up and stick out your tongue.”</p><p>Jack did as he was told and Christine laid the used condom across his tongue. She took another picture as Jack looked into the lens. He posed for it.</p><p>Christine turned the phone around and showed him the picture. It wasn’t the sort of image Jack would have wanted to get out into the world, and yet the idea that she had such a picture of him was oddly thrilling.</p><p>“I’ve decided I’m going to keep using you as my servant, Jack, and I don’t want you thinking that you get to leave when you’re ready. I decide when you’re done serving me. Do you understand?” she asked.</p><p>Jack nodded. Christine hadn’t specifically threatened to release the pictures if he decided he no longer wanted to be her servant, but she didn’t need to. What else would she want the pictures for?</p><p>“Now eat my pussy and make me cum, cuckold,” Christine demanded.</p><p>She put her phone down and Jack spit out the condom and went to work. He ate his ex-girlfriend’s messy pussy until she climaxed. He dreamed of eating a fresh load out of her as he did it. His cock throbbed with intense pleasure.</p><p>After her orgasm, Christine reached into her purse and pulled out the second used condom. She untied it, smiled, and handed it to Jack. “Put it on and cum into it,” she said. “You know the rule, though.”</p><p>Jack looked at the cum-filled condom. He knew he’d have to eat everything in it along with his cum if he had an orgasm. He knew he wouldn’t really want to do so after climaxing. None of that mattered, though. Jack wanted to cum. He needed to cum. He took the condom from her and slid his cock into it. He stroked furiously.</p><p>Christine laughed. “You’re pathetic,” she said. “I can’t believe I ever dated you. I can’t believe I actually thought you might be the one. You’re as far from the one as a guy could be. You’re a pathetic cuckold. You’re meant to be a servant, Jack. Nothing more. You’re just a bitch for me to take advantage. And you better believe I’m going to. I’m going to use you up.”</p><p>Jack came in the condom as his ex-girlfriend berated him. He came while thinking of the depths she might push him to. He came while imagining the many cuckold pleasures that awaited him.</p><p>“Drink that cummy cocktail,” Christine demanded. “Right now.”</p><p>Jack pulled the condom from his cock. He lifted it and poured the mixture of two loads onto his tongue. He gagged at the unpleasant taste and texture. He closed his mouth. He swallowed.</p><p>Before his orgasm, the thoughts of the depths Christine would push him to aroused Jack. They made his climax more powerful. After his orgasm, those same thoughts filled him with dread. He knew she wouldn’t stop until she really did use him up.</p><p>Jack knew that the moment he recovered from his orgasm he’d want more of what Christine offered. He wouldn’t be able to resist. Even if he knew it wouldn’t end well, he’d come back for more. He’d go to whatever depths she wanted to take him. He couldn’t say no.</p>