My first cuckold experience happened when I was a student. My girlfriend at the time, Joanne, had always seemed a bit out of my league and so it was to prove when we went to a house party one evening.
Joanne had had a lot to drink before I even met up with her. When I spotted her at the student bar, I gulped at just how slutty she looked - she liked to wear a lot of make-up but tonight it was completely over the top with layers of blusher, lashings of blue eye shadow and bright red lipstick. She was wearing a black lacy blouse through which could be seen a black lace bra, and a short, tight black skirt. The outfit was finished off with black lace stockings and five-inch stiletto heeled shoes. I had been going out with her for two weeks but had never seen her look so slutty.
She was pleased to see me, not least because she could get me to buy her more drinks, but dressed as she was, she was also the subject of many other people’s attention; guys were buzzing round her like flies and she seemed to be enjoying the attention.
I overheard a couple of guys talking to each other - oblivious to the fact I was her boyfriend - referring to her as ‘dressed like a whore’ with the other laughing and saying she was probably ‘desperate for a big hard cock up her arse, the dirty slut’. Instead of defending Joanne’s honour, I found myself getting turned on and said nothing.
It was the same at the party with guys hovering around, desperate to try out their chat up lines on the tart in the lace stockings and fuck-me heels. Some of the girls were less appreciative and when I was getting Joanne and I some more drinks, having left her on the sofa surrounded by three guys, I overheard two fellow students talking about Joanne, my girlfriend.
“What is she wearing?” said the blonde in T-shirt and jeans to her friend, a brunette in crop top, skirt and trainers.
“I know - she looks like a fucking hooker. She should just go and stand on the street corner and tout for some business, such a fucking tart.” replied her friend.
“And she’s supposed to have a boyfriend and goes out dressed like that? He must be a fucking wimp to let her put herself on display like that!”
I walked away from the conversation with a small tent in my pants and returned with the drinks to my queen bee, Joanne, still surrounded by men on the prowl. Joanne continued to drink more and more until the party dragged towards its natural end and people started to search for places in the house to hunker down for the evening, with music off and lights out.
Joanne and I found a blow up bed in the front room to huddle down together on and, once under the covers, began to kiss. My hands were straight down her body, stroking her lace stockinged legs as she rubbed my hard on through my jeans. I could feel the leather of her stilettos (she still had them on) rubbing against my lower leg. Suddenly we were interrupted by a voice.
“Not a lot of room around - mind if I snuggle up on the side of your bed folks?” I recognised him as the guy from the bar earlier who had made the comment about Joanne probably being desperate for a cock up her arse. I was about to say no but Joanne, after having looked him up and down and licked her lips, replied on our behalf.
“Sure, no problem, Chris. I think there’s a little room there. I guess I’ll just have to squeeze between you boys.”
I didn’t know how Joanne knew this guy - guessing that he had been one of those sniffing around her earlier - but I didn’t like it. The guy got on the end and Joanne turned back to me and began kissing me again. Her hand was still rubbing my hard-on through my jeans when I suddenly felt it being moved away. At the same time I heard a whisper, barely audible.
“Why don’t you feel a real man’s cock?”
Joanne’s kissing gradually came to a halt and, with my eyes adjusted to the light, I saw a look of wonderment come over her face.
She leaned back into me and whispered in my ear. “Fuck, he’s huge. So much bigger than you. He must be twice, no three, times the man you’ll ever be. I’ve got to have his cock.”
With that she abruptly turned away from me, and began embracing Chris. I felt the duvet move towards them as Joanne got her stockinged leg over him, so she could rub up against him. I was laying there doing nothing as my tart of a girlfriend rubbed herself up against another guy. The room was very quiet and the first sound I heard was a zip being undone. Less than five seconds later, Joanne was nudging down the makeshift bed.
Chris was now on his back, and looked at me with a great big, smug grin on his face as I looked down and saw the shape of the duvet change as Joanne now had her head in place over his cock and the duvet began to go up and down as she sucked his cock. Given her state of drunkenness and heightened state of sexual arousal, Joanne was leaving nothing back - everyone in the room must have been able to hear the slurping sounds together with the rhythmic sound of her hand wanking the cock up and down against the duvet.
After five minutes of sucking cock, Joanne eventually came back up for her and turned towards me, away from Chris. I saw him nudging towards her and realised she was guiding his cock inside her from behind. As he entered her, she gasped and then pulled me towards her and shoved her tongue in my mouth. I responded, getting turned on by the humiliation of my girlfriend cuckolding me in a room full of people.
She broke off from kissing me to whisper in my ear.
“Doesn’t his cock taste great? That’s a real man’s cock - not like your little nub. God, he’s so fucking big inside me - you won’t even touch the sides once he’s finished with me.”
She took my hand and moved it down towards my trousers.
“You’d better get used to wanking, because I think that’s all your little worm will be good for after I’ve finished fucking this stud.”
As I kissed her, I gently stroked my cock. Joanne whispered in my ear that I was not to cum until my ‘superior’ had finished but to keep on stroking whilst she was getting a ‘fucking good seeing to’. I knew I couldn’t hold on for long and had to keep stopping as Chris continued to pound Joanne’s increasingly well fucked pussy.
Eventually, I heard him talk.
“You ready for my load, slut?”
Quick as a flash, Joanne was shifting down the bed again. Ten seconds later, I saw Chris bucking his hips as he unloaded into her willing mouth. She stayed down there for a couple of minutes, I assumed sucking him dry and swallowing all of his hot spunk. However, when Joanne came back up I realised that was only half true.
Despite the dim light she turned to me and opened her mouth to show it was full of Chris’ hot load. A grin appeared on her face and she pulled me towards her. I opened my mouth and met her lips full on. She began transferring his spunk to my mouth. As I felt the first salty taste of a real man’s load, I rubbed my nub against Joanne’s lace stockinged legs and, as she whispered in my ear that I was to swallow every last drop of a real man’s spunk, my cock jerked, spilling my own load all over her lace stockings.
I felt her hand on my shoulder as she gently pushed me down. As she did so, I guess she wanted to humiliate me a little more publicly.
“Lick your worthless spunk from my lace stockings, wimp!” she said. It was spoken quietly but loud enough that anyone in the room not yet asleep could hear it. I heard at least one female laugh as a result and then felt Joanne pull back the duvet so that I was exposed to those able to see in the dim light. As I licked my cum from her lace stockings, I heard all sort of derogatory comments:
“OMG, that is gross!”
“What a fucking loser, eating his own cum.”
After fulfilling my clean up task, I drifted off to sleep. I was woken a few hours later as Joanne was breathing heavily in my face, lying on her side. When she was aware I was awake, she whispered in my ear.
“He’s fucking me in the arse. His cock feels so good up there, so good fucking my tight little arsehole.”
It was the middle of the night and assuming that everyone was asleep (not that it would have mattered to Joanne), she had a different plan for Chris’s hot load this time. She threw back the covers and lying down on her front, invited him to cum all over her big fat arse.
It was then I finally got to see the monster cock that had cuckolded me. Joanne was not wrong - he was three times the man I would ever be. Ten inches plus of rock hard cock that he silently wanked off over my girlfriend’s arse. The load was huge and immediately Joanne’s hand was on the back of my head, forcing me down. She didn’t have to say anything - I knew exactly what she wanted me to do, what I had to do.
I licked every last drop of that hot load off Joanne’s arse before she made me tongue fuck her arsehole, where Chris’s cock had just been pounding her. I was hard again now and desperate to wank off my little cock. I went back up to Joanne and asked if I could wank off again on her stockings.
Without saying a word, she took me by the hand and led me to the bathroom on the ground floor. I went to lock the door behind us but Joanne told me no.
“If someone walks in, they’ll just see what a little wanker you are, won’t they?”
She sat on the toilet seat and clicked her fingers and pointed to the ground in front of her. I quickly dropped to my knees. She ordered me to strip naked to heighten my embarrassment if anyone walked in.
“Now, wank your little boys cock off over my stilettos, wimp. Shoot your worthless cum over the heels I’ve just been fucked in by a real man.”
It took me less than ten seconds to unload. As the first jet spurt hit the black patent leather, the door opened and I saw one of the girls I had heard talking about Joanne earlier. She put her hand to her mouth to stifle her laughter as I jerked myself off over my girlfriend’s shoes. She was about to back out when Joanne spoke.
“Don’t worry, we won’t be long - we’ll be gone as soon as this wimp has lapped up every last drop. Stay and watch if you want.”
She came closer as Joanne looked me in the eye and sternly ordered me to do my duty.
“Lick up and swallow every last drop of your worthless spunk, you little fucking bitch.”
As I commenced the other girl commented how pathetic I was.
“Yes, he’s just watched me get fucked by another man twice - including once up the arse - in the same bed as him. And swallowed both his loads like a little faggot bitch.”
This made the other girl laugh. My night of humiliation wasn’t quite finished however as Joanne encouraged the girl to use me as a toilet - I had to lie naked in the bath as she relieved herself all over me. Whilst I was lying there in a pool of piss, I watched Joanne take off her lace stockings, suspenders and panties before picking up my male clothes and heading towards the door.
“Once he’s freshened up, can you send him back into the front room dressed in my lingerie. I want anyone that’s awake to see what a little sissy bitch he is.” she asked the girl who had just taken great delight in pissing all over me.
It was the first of many such nights of humiliation to my cuckoldress Joanne.
Joanne had had a lot to drink before I even met up with her. When I spotted her at the student bar, I gulped at just how slutty she looked - she liked to wear a lot of make-up but tonight it was completely over the top with layers of blusher, lashings of blue eye shadow and bright red lipstick. She was wearing a black lacy blouse through which could be seen a black lace bra, and a short, tight black skirt. The outfit was finished off with black lace stockings and five-inch stiletto heeled shoes. I had been going out with her for two weeks but had never seen her look so slutty.
She was pleased to see me, not least because she could get me to buy her more drinks, but dressed as she was, she was also the subject of many other people’s attention; guys were buzzing round her like flies and she seemed to be enjoying the attention.
I overheard a couple of guys talking to each other - oblivious to the fact I was her boyfriend - referring to her as ‘dressed like a whore’ with the other laughing and saying she was probably ‘desperate for a big hard cock up her arse, the dirty slut’. Instead of defending Joanne’s honour, I found myself getting turned on and said nothing.
It was the same at the party with guys hovering around, desperate to try out their chat up lines on the tart in the lace stockings and fuck-me heels. Some of the girls were less appreciative and when I was getting Joanne and I some more drinks, having left her on the sofa surrounded by three guys, I overheard two fellow students talking about Joanne, my girlfriend.
“What is she wearing?” said the blonde in T-shirt and jeans to her friend, a brunette in crop top, skirt and trainers.
“I know - she looks like a fucking hooker. She should just go and stand on the street corner and tout for some business, such a fucking tart.” replied her friend.
“And she’s supposed to have a boyfriend and goes out dressed like that? He must be a fucking wimp to let her put herself on display like that!”
I walked away from the conversation with a small tent in my pants and returned with the drinks to my queen bee, Joanne, still surrounded by men on the prowl. Joanne continued to drink more and more until the party dragged towards its natural end and people started to search for places in the house to hunker down for the evening, with music off and lights out.
Joanne and I found a blow up bed in the front room to huddle down together on and, once under the covers, began to kiss. My hands were straight down her body, stroking her lace stockinged legs as she rubbed my hard on through my jeans. I could feel the leather of her stilettos (she still had them on) rubbing against my lower leg. Suddenly we were interrupted by a voice.
“Not a lot of room around - mind if I snuggle up on the side of your bed folks?” I recognised him as the guy from the bar earlier who had made the comment about Joanne probably being desperate for a cock up her arse. I was about to say no but Joanne, after having looked him up and down and licked her lips, replied on our behalf.
“Sure, no problem, Chris. I think there’s a little room there. I guess I’ll just have to squeeze between you boys.”
I didn’t know how Joanne knew this guy - guessing that he had been one of those sniffing around her earlier - but I didn’t like it. The guy got on the end and Joanne turned back to me and began kissing me again. Her hand was still rubbing my hard-on through my jeans when I suddenly felt it being moved away. At the same time I heard a whisper, barely audible.
“Why don’t you feel a real man’s cock?”
Joanne’s kissing gradually came to a halt and, with my eyes adjusted to the light, I saw a look of wonderment come over her face.
She leaned back into me and whispered in my ear. “Fuck, he’s huge. So much bigger than you. He must be twice, no three, times the man you’ll ever be. I’ve got to have his cock.”
With that she abruptly turned away from me, and began embracing Chris. I felt the duvet move towards them as Joanne got her stockinged leg over him, so she could rub up against him. I was laying there doing nothing as my tart of a girlfriend rubbed herself up against another guy. The room was very quiet and the first sound I heard was a zip being undone. Less than five seconds later, Joanne was nudging down the makeshift bed.
Chris was now on his back, and looked at me with a great big, smug grin on his face as I looked down and saw the shape of the duvet change as Joanne now had her head in place over his cock and the duvet began to go up and down as she sucked his cock. Given her state of drunkenness and heightened state of sexual arousal, Joanne was leaving nothing back - everyone in the room must have been able to hear the slurping sounds together with the rhythmic sound of her hand wanking the cock up and down against the duvet.
After five minutes of sucking cock, Joanne eventually came back up for her and turned towards me, away from Chris. I saw him nudging towards her and realised she was guiding his cock inside her from behind. As he entered her, she gasped and then pulled me towards her and shoved her tongue in my mouth. I responded, getting turned on by the humiliation of my girlfriend cuckolding me in a room full of people.
She broke off from kissing me to whisper in my ear.
“Doesn’t his cock taste great? That’s a real man’s cock - not like your little nub. God, he’s so fucking big inside me - you won’t even touch the sides once he’s finished with me.”
She took my hand and moved it down towards my trousers.
“You’d better get used to wanking, because I think that’s all your little worm will be good for after I’ve finished fucking this stud.”
As I kissed her, I gently stroked my cock. Joanne whispered in my ear that I was not to cum until my ‘superior’ had finished but to keep on stroking whilst she was getting a ‘fucking good seeing to’. I knew I couldn’t hold on for long and had to keep stopping as Chris continued to pound Joanne’s increasingly well fucked pussy.
Eventually, I heard him talk.
“You ready for my load, slut?”
Quick as a flash, Joanne was shifting down the bed again. Ten seconds later, I saw Chris bucking his hips as he unloaded into her willing mouth. She stayed down there for a couple of minutes, I assumed sucking him dry and swallowing all of his hot spunk. However, when Joanne came back up I realised that was only half true.
Despite the dim light she turned to me and opened her mouth to show it was full of Chris’ hot load. A grin appeared on her face and she pulled me towards her. I opened my mouth and met her lips full on. She began transferring his spunk to my mouth. As I felt the first salty taste of a real man’s load, I rubbed my nub against Joanne’s lace stockinged legs and, as she whispered in my ear that I was to swallow every last drop of a real man’s spunk, my cock jerked, spilling my own load all over her lace stockings.
I felt her hand on my shoulder as she gently pushed me down. As she did so, I guess she wanted to humiliate me a little more publicly.
“Lick your worthless spunk from my lace stockings, wimp!” she said. It was spoken quietly but loud enough that anyone in the room not yet asleep could hear it. I heard at least one female laugh as a result and then felt Joanne pull back the duvet so that I was exposed to those able to see in the dim light. As I licked my cum from her lace stockings, I heard all sort of derogatory comments:
“OMG, that is gross!”
“What a fucking loser, eating his own cum.”
After fulfilling my clean up task, I drifted off to sleep. I was woken a few hours later as Joanne was breathing heavily in my face, lying on her side. When she was aware I was awake, she whispered in my ear.
“He’s fucking me in the arse. His cock feels so good up there, so good fucking my tight little arsehole.”
It was the middle of the night and assuming that everyone was asleep (not that it would have mattered to Joanne), she had a different plan for Chris’s hot load this time. She threw back the covers and lying down on her front, invited him to cum all over her big fat arse.
It was then I finally got to see the monster cock that had cuckolded me. Joanne was not wrong - he was three times the man I would ever be. Ten inches plus of rock hard cock that he silently wanked off over my girlfriend’s arse. The load was huge and immediately Joanne’s hand was on the back of my head, forcing me down. She didn’t have to say anything - I knew exactly what she wanted me to do, what I had to do.
I licked every last drop of that hot load off Joanne’s arse before she made me tongue fuck her arsehole, where Chris’s cock had just been pounding her. I was hard again now and desperate to wank off my little cock. I went back up to Joanne and asked if I could wank off again on her stockings.
Without saying a word, she took me by the hand and led me to the bathroom on the ground floor. I went to lock the door behind us but Joanne told me no.
“If someone walks in, they’ll just see what a little wanker you are, won’t they?”
She sat on the toilet seat and clicked her fingers and pointed to the ground in front of her. I quickly dropped to my knees. She ordered me to strip naked to heighten my embarrassment if anyone walked in.
“Now, wank your little boys cock off over my stilettos, wimp. Shoot your worthless cum over the heels I’ve just been fucked in by a real man.”
It took me less than ten seconds to unload. As the first jet spurt hit the black patent leather, the door opened and I saw one of the girls I had heard talking about Joanne earlier. She put her hand to her mouth to stifle her laughter as I jerked myself off over my girlfriend’s shoes. She was about to back out when Joanne spoke.
“Don’t worry, we won’t be long - we’ll be gone as soon as this wimp has lapped up every last drop. Stay and watch if you want.”
She came closer as Joanne looked me in the eye and sternly ordered me to do my duty.
“Lick up and swallow every last drop of your worthless spunk, you little fucking bitch.”
As I commenced the other girl commented how pathetic I was.
“Yes, he’s just watched me get fucked by another man twice - including once up the arse - in the same bed as him. And swallowed both his loads like a little faggot bitch.”
This made the other girl laugh. My night of humiliation wasn’t quite finished however as Joanne encouraged the girl to use me as a toilet - I had to lie naked in the bath as she relieved herself all over me. Whilst I was lying there in a pool of piss, I watched Joanne take off her lace stockings, suspenders and panties before picking up my male clothes and heading towards the door.
“Once he’s freshened up, can you send him back into the front room dressed in my lingerie. I want anyone that’s awake to see what a little sissy bitch he is.” she asked the girl who had just taken great delight in pissing all over me.
It was the first of many such nights of humiliation to my cuckoldress Joanne.
