<p><a href="https://www.patreon.com/beccabellamy/posts?filters%5Btag%5D=ex%20girlfriends%20cuckold">Click here</a> to read the previous part of the story.</p><p><img data-media-id="102018724" src="/2f/00/2f0078b07eafd6c8c0337b6fdb01cc83e66df680ba88c974b212df0560635b13.jpg"></p><p>“Jack!” Christine called out. “Get in here!”</p><p>Jack got up off his knees, left the bathroom, and headed down the hall towards Christine’s bedroom. “What can I do for you?” he asked while rounding the corner and stepping into her room.</p><p>Christine was stark naked and lying on her stomach in the bed. She said nothing for a few moments as Jack stared at her ass, which looked absolutely perfect. “You can eat my ass,” Christine answered. “Get those nasty gloves off, crawl between my legs, and lick my nasty little hole.”</p><p>Jack pulled off the rubber gloves he’d had on to clean the grout of her bathroom floor and tossed them aside before practically leaping into Christine’s bed. He moved between her legs, laid on his stomach, and reached up to spread her ass cheeks.</p><p>“You know why I want you to eat my ass, Jack?” she asked.</p><p>Jack thought about it, but he didn’t have much of an answer. “Because you know I like it?” he asked. He did like it. He loved it, in fact.</p><p>Christine laughed. “No, actually. It’s because it’s disgusting. My shit comes out of there. It’s literally the filthiest place on my body, which means it’s exactly where your tongue belongs. You’re a disgusting cuckold. You eat cum like your life depends on it. You eat my ass like it’s your favorite thing in the world. It’s nice that you like it, but I want you to do it because my asshole is exactly what a disgusting piece of shit like you should be eating. Now get to work.”</p><p>Jack buried his face between Christine’s ass cheeks and worshiped her tight hole. Her degrading little speech had left him with an erection, which was par for the course. The longer he served as her cuckold the easier he found it to get aroused when she verbally abused him, which happened with increasing frequency.</p><p>“Would you like to watch, Jack?” Christine asked.</p><p>He looked up from her ass, tilted his head, and asked, “You mean, like, watch you have sex with someone else?”</p><p>Christine nodded.</p><p>“Yes, I’d like to watch that,” he said. “I’d love to watch that.”</p><p>“I didn’t say you could stop eating my ass,” Christine said. “Get your tongue back in there you filthy little fuck.”</p><p>Jack went back to work and Christine let out a little moan that made him feel like she actually enjoyed it when he rimmed her.</p><p>“I got in touch with an old hookup of mine,” Christine said. “He was always a little bit kinky. He really liked to fuck in public, but he was always trying to get me to explore BDSM stuff with him. I didn’t mind the public fucking but I wasn’t really into the other kinky stuff back then. Now, though, I think it might be fun, only you’d be the one on the receiving end of all the kinky shit. I figured he and I could abuse you together. We could make you our little toy to have fun with.”</p><p>Jack pressed his face as far between Christine’s ass cheeks as he could. He rimmed her hole voraciously in hopes of showing his approval of her idea without having to say anything.</p><p>“I figured you’d like that idea,” Christine said. “He liked it too. He said he’s never cuckolded a guy and he thought it would be fun. I explained that you’re not actually my boyfriend, that you’re just my freak ex-boyfriend, but he thought that would make it even more fun. Neither of us really has to worry about your feelings. We can be as nasty as we want to be. You wouldn’t mind that, would you Jack?”</p><p>“No,” he said before burying his face between her ass cheeks once more.</p><p>Christine laughed. “That’s what I thought you’d say. I made a date with him this Saturday. You’re finally going to get cuckolded in person, though it might end up being a lot more than you bargained for, Jack. I guess we’ll see just how far you’re willing to go for your disgusting little fantasy. Oh, and in case this wasn’t obvious, you won’t be cumming before Saturday and if you don’t behave yourself you won’t be cumming on Saturday either. Only good cuckolds get to orgasm.”</p><p>Jack had no problem with that. He was more than happy to spend the next four days in a state of constant arousal. That was a small price to pay for what promised to be an incredible night.</p><p>“Wow, Christine, you look beautiful,” Jack said as she answered the door.</p><p>“I look better than I ever did when we were dating, don’t I?” she asked.</p><p>Jack nodded. It was absolutely true.</p><p>“I didn’t realize it at the time,” she said, “but I never felt any urge to put in this kind of effort with you. As it turns out, you just weren’t worth it, Jack. You’re just not the kind of man a girl works hard to please.”</p><p>Christine stepped aside and Jack entered her apartment feeling equal parts humiliated and aroused. She’d clearly put in a great deal of effort to look good. She wore a fashionable, short skirt with loose pleats, a beautiful, skintight off-the-shoulder top and a pair of strappy black high heels that made her legs look impossibly sexy. Jack was quite certain she wasn’t wearing a bra, either, and her breasts looked spectacular in the top. The finishing touch was the way she’d pulled her hair into a high and tight ponytail that looked both sexy and quite practical for what promised to be a night of wild sex.</p><p>“Get your clothes off,” Christine said. “You are an unimpressive man in the nude and I want you to feel embarrassed the moment Trent steps through my door. He already knows that you’re a pathetic cuckold, but I want him to see it with his own eyes.”</p><p>Jack stripped as ordered. He had no urge to fight Christine’s orders, especially since just about everything she did turned him on. Even the truly abusive, humiliating stuff left him hard as a rock. Even being told that he was unimpressive was enough to generate a little stirring of life between his legs.</p><p>“Sometimes I marvel at the fact that I ever let you inside me,” Christine said as she stared at Jack’s soft cock. “You were, without fail, a disappointment when you fucked me. The most disappointing fuck I’ve ever had, and yet I let you try so many times. You never got better, Jack. That’s what makes you truly pathetic. It’s not like you didn’t want to get better. You just couldn’t. You simply can’t fuck a woman to save your life. You’re just not good enough.”</p><p>Christine laughed and Jack looked down to see that he was nearly erect. He hadn’t touched himself and Christine hadn’t taken a step towards him. All she’d done was insult him. She’d offered up a dose of verbal humiliation and that had been more than enough to get him hard. It was pathetic, but knowing that only fueled his pleasure and brought him all the way to a full erection. Then there was a knock on the door.</p><p>Christine smiled and moved to let Trent in. “Come in,” she said. “Our cuckold is already eager to play.”</p><p>Trent was not the alpha male type that Jack expected him to be. He was, in fact, roughly Christine’s height – short for a man – and of a fairly average build. Height and weight proportionate, to be sure, but he didn’t appear to be in exceptionally good shape and Jack would have been surprised to learn that he spent much time in the gym.</p><p>“Getting started without me, I see,” Trent said as he glanced at Jack’s cock.</p><p>“Believe it or not, I haven’t touched him and I don’t really plan on doing so. All I did was tell him that he’s pathetic. That he’s the absolute worst fuck I’ve ever had. That unimpressive erection you see is the result,” Christine explained.</p><p>Trent turned to Christine, took a step back, and eyed her body. He smiled like a man about to fuck a truly beautiful girl. “Damn, you look good. Really good, Christine. Having a cuckold agrees with you.”</p><p>“It’s nice to not have to do any housework,” Christine said as she put a hand on her hip and posed for Trent. “My apartment hasn’t been this clean since I moved in, either. Plus, he does my grocery shopping, so I have a lot more time to make sure that I look good for nights like tonight.”</p><p>“You look better than good,” Trent said.</p><p>“How about a drink?” Christine asked.</p><p>“I’d love one,” Trent replied.</p><p>“Cuckold, get in the kitchen and pour us two glasses of wine,” Christine ordered.</p><p>Jack turned and rushed into the kitchen. He opened a bottle of red wine, poured two glasses, and returned to the living room to fine Christine and Trent on the couch. He had his hand on the soft, exposed skin of her thigh and it looked like they’d just finished sharing a kiss.</p><p>“Here you go,” Jack said as he passed them the glasses.</p><p>“On your knees, cuckold,” Christine ordered. He fell to his knees in front of her and Christine spread her legs and smiled at Trent. “Tell me, cuck, is my pussy wet?”</p><p>Jack reached up to pull aside Christine’s panties and immediately spotted the wetness. “It is,” he answered.</p><p>“You know who never made me wet with just one kiss?” Christine asked.</p><p>“Me?” Jack guessed.</p><p>Christine and Trent laughed. “That’s right. You. You had to work hard to get me wet. You had to put in all kinds of effort. Even then I barely got there sometimes. Trent kissed me once, cuckold. He kissed me once and my pussy is soaked. Do you know why?”</p><p>Jack shook his head.</p><p>“Because my pussy remembers what it was like when Trent fucked me. I told you he was into kinky stuff. What I didn’t say was that Trent knew how to fuck me like few men ever have. He’s got a beautiful cock, but it’s more than that. Everything about him is better than you, Jack. He kisses better. He touches me with more confidence. He could make me cum harder with the tip of his finger than you ever did with that worthless dick of yours. That’s why he’s here. That’s why he’s going to cuckold you. I’d say try and learn from him, but we both know a man like you isn’t capable of getting better at fucking women. We both know you’re useless in that department.”</p><p>Trent leaned in and Christine turned to him. She smiled and gently closed her eyes as Trent’s lips met hers. He kissed her with a kind of confidence Jack had never possessed. It was the kind of kiss Jack had seen in the movies but had never experienced in real life. He’d always thought those kinds of kisses didn’t really exist, but that clearly wasn’t true. What didn’t exist was Jack’s ability to kiss a girl like that.</p><p>“Eat my cunt, Jack,” Christine said as she looked towards him once more. “At least you’re good for that.”</p><p>Jack pressed his face between Christine’s legs and worshiped her pussy as commanded. He bathed her labia in his saliva and pushed his tongue deep inside her to ensure she was completely soaked for the moment that Trent slid his cock inside her. Jack couldn’t see them kissing, but he could hear it. He could hear Christine’s soft moans. He could hear her desire.</p><p>“I know we should finish our wine, but I can’t wait,” Christine said. “I want you to fuck me, Trent. I want you to take me to the bedroom and fuck me while the cuckold watches.”</p><p>“I can do that,” Trent replied.</p><p>He stood and helped Christine to her feet. They walked past Jack and towards the bedroom as Christine looked back and said, “Crawl behind us, bitch.”</p><p>Jack followed on his hands and knees. He heard Christine and Trent laugh at him. Humiliation surged through his body and his cock remained stiff as steel.</p><p>“I want you to take Trent’s pants off,” Christine said as Jack crawled into her bedroom. “I don’t want you to hesitate. I don’t want you to think about it. I just want you to do it. I want you to accept that a cuckold does what he’s told.”</p><p>Jack crawled closer and reached up to unbutton Trent’s pants. He removed them carefully and Trent kicked off his shoes and stepped out of the pants. He wore a pair of navy blue briefs and his cock created a considerable bulge.</p><p>“How long have you fantasized about being a cuckold?” Christine asked. “How long have you had this pathetic fantasy?”</p><p>“A decade,” Jack said. “Long before you and I started dating.”</p><p>“Damn, that’s a long time,” Trent said. “Has it ever happened for you, Jack?”</p><p>“No,” Jack said. “Never.”</p><p>Christine reached down and gently stroked Trent’s cock through his briefs. “How badly do you want it? How badly do you want to watch Trent’s cock slide into the pussy that you used to fuck?”</p><p>“Badly,” Jack answered. “I want it badly. I want it more than I’ve ever wanted anything. I do. I swear. I do.”</p><p>Christine pulled Trent’s briefs down, exposing his long, thick, stiff cock. She wrapped her fingers around it and kissed him as Trent lifted her skirt, pushed a hand into her panties and fingered her. Jack was living out his cuckold fantasy in real time. He was witnessing his ex-girlfriend – someone he still had feelings for despite her cruelty – kiss another man and play with his cock. He listened as Christine moaned into Trent’s mouth. He heard her desire. He heard her lust. He heard her need, her craving.</p><p>Then, Christine looked down at him and smiled. “If you really want me to cuckold you, you’ll need to suck Trent’s cock.”</p><p>“What?” Jack asked.</p><p>“You heard her,” Trent said. “Suck my cock. Show us how badly you want to be a cuckold. Take my fat fucking dick in your mouth and suck on it. I don’t give a damn if it’s the worst blowjob I’ve ever had. I want you to show me you’re just as pathetic as Christine says you are. Suck my cock if you want me to cuckold you.”</p><p>Jack looked up at Christine and silently pleaded with her to free him from having to give a blowjob. He knew he’d eaten cum, but it felt so different. All he’d really been doing was eating something slippery and salty from Christine’s body. It wasn’t the same.</p><p>“Don’t look at me,” Christine said. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? Do you think I don’t know that lots of cuckolds suck cock? I do, Jack. I read about your fantasy, remember? I researched it. I found out just how pathetic you are. I found out how pathetic most cuckolds are. Do you think I give a damn if you don’t want to suck cock? Why haven’t you figured out that this isn’t about what you want? This is about what I want. You get rewards when you’re good and that’s it. If you’re not, you don’t get anything. You can get the fuck out of my house and I can fuck Trent all on my own.”</p><p>Jack looked at the thick, throbbing cock just inches from his face. He thought of what he’d get to enjoy if he wrapped his lips around it. He would reap the rewards he’d been promised. He would live out his fantasy. He’d just have to suck dick to get it. Jack wasn’t stupid, either. He knew it probably wouldn’t stop at sucking cock. Why would it? Christine would keep pushing him. Of course she would.</p><p>Christine dropped to her knees and smiled at Jack. She wrapped her fingers around Trent’s cock and kissed the head. “See, wasn’t that easy?” she asked. “It’s not like anything changed because I kissed his cock. It didn’t make me any different than I already was and it won’t for you, either. You’re already a disgusting pervert. You’re already worthless in bed. You’re already a fucking cuckold in almost every way. All you have to do is suck his cock and you get to be a cuckold for real. You get to sit here like a little bitch and watch a real man fuck me.”</p><p>Christine took Trent’s cock in her mouth and sucked him as Jack watched. It was one hell of an enticement, as watching his ex-girlfriend give a blowjob was hugely arousing. He’d fantasized about it hundreds of times, and now it had become a reality.</p><p>Christine let Trent’s cock fall from her mouth and reached up to grab a handful of Jack’s hair. She pulled his lips to hers and shoved her tongue into his mouth. They kissed for a few moments before she pulled back and said, “There. Now you’ve tasted his cock. Now take him in your mouth. Suck his cock. Be a fucking faggot for me. Do it.”</p><p>Jack lost himself in his girlfriend’s humiliating words. He did it. He wrapped his lips around Trent’s cock. He felt the spongy flesh against his tongue. He sucked on it. He licked it. He tried to keep his teeth off of it. It was probably a terrible blowjob, but he gave it.</p><p>Christine leaned close and whispered, “That’s it. Embrace your inner faggot. Be a cocksucker. Show me that you’re every bit the pathetic little cuckold I think you are. Show me that you’re a disgusting little piece of shit that would do anything to live out your nasty fantasy. Make love to his cock with your mouth, Jack. Be a disgusting, cocksucking piece of shit.”</p><p>Jack moaned around the cock in his mouth. He didn’t want to find Christine’s verbal abuse so arousing, but he couldn’t help it. His dick throbbed with every word. He sank deeper and deeper into that place of pleasure she’d first lured him during a phone call all those months ago. He was a fucking cuckold. He was a disgusting piece of shit like she said he was. He was a cocksucker.</p><p>“Now suck his balls, Jack,” Christine said. “Suck on his big, manly balls. Taste his fucking ball sweat. Take his pubic hair in your mouth. Do it right fucking now.”</p><p>Jack did as he was told. He lifted Trent’s cock, dropped his head a little lower, and sucked the other man’s balls. He tasted the ball sweat. He felt the pubic hair against his tongue. He sucked lustily.</p><p>“You disgust me,” Christine said. “But you’ve earned the right to be cuckolded. You’ve earned the right to watch Trent fuck me. You’ve earned the right to continue cleaning my house, doing my laundry, buying my groceries, cleaning my car, and so much more. I hope being a cuckold is everything you want it to be, Jack, because you’re going to be mine for a long time. Now get your greedy whore mouth off his balls. He’s mine, faggot.”</p><p>Jack released Trent’s balls from his mouth and sat back as Christine unzipped her skirt, took off her skintight top, and dropped her panties to the floor. She grabbed Trent by the cock and pulled him towards her bed. Jack was about to become a cuckold. He was about to experience the ultimate fantasy.</p>