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Cuckquean Humiliation Story “This is so humiliating” I thought to myself as I drove down the highway towards my boyfriend’s mistress’ apartment. I’d been order to go and collect her for him so he could spend time scrubbing himself up for her. He didn’t care what he looked like on the now very rare occasion that he lowered himself to use my holes to get himself off. But for her… by the time we made it home he would look and smell absolutely incredible.

He is so fucking hot it drives me crazy. Me and every other female in his general vicinity. I have no idea how I lucked out long enough to become his girlfriend… But what became painfully clear early on was that if I was going to remain that way, he was going to be fucking other women. Whoever he wanted, whenever he wanted. And he wanted often. What was also clear was that it was not a two way street. I was to remain absolute faithful in monogamy, and mainly untouched. Unused. Desperate.

In the beginning he only brought home tinder whores or drunken floosies he had picked up at the bar. That was easy to handle. They were almost always gone the following day. So their judgemental laughing faces with disapproving looks were easy enough to put out of my mind when they left. To my most ardent surprise I even found myself becoming turned on by my boyfriend fucking them, and their disrespectful faces. My pussy would be soaked listening to him ride them. Or on the rare occasion he bought home a slutty one who enjoyed it, watching them together.

Soon it became the only thing I would think about when I was touching myself, and I’d cum like a freight train. Usually multiple times. My boyfriend also enjoyed this. That he had essentially trained me to only get off when I was feeling degraded or humiliated.

We did have lines established though. He agreed that he wouldn’t fuck anyone we know or anyone too close to home. That way we were free to live our double life. Well I thought we had lines he wouldn’t cross. Then one day a few months back he just calmly stated that my close friend had been sending him naughty pics sexting with him. And that he would be fucking her from now on.

I was in shock to begin with. I mean how did they even get to a place where they were exchanging naughty pics to determine they were hot for each other? Clearly more women than I thought flirt with my boyfriend behind my back. And as soon as I had that thought my cunt flooded. I lay for hours that day with my fingers between my legs thinking of every woman who has ever smiled at my boyfriend. Trying not to think about my close friend who is petite and sexy riding him.

Many many maaaannnnyyyy fuckapaloozas with her had taken place at my house by now so I had adjusted to him and her. They fucked so regularly it had begun to feel like they were having an affair and just couldn’t be bothered trying to hide it from me. They didn’t care enough to hide it. The more humiliating and degrading it all felt the more I would get off on it. He knew it too.

Cheating in full frontal intentional view. Not only that, he would taunt me. Comparing me to her and telling me how much better she is than me in every way all the time. She was just as twisted as he was.

Getting off on embarrassing me or making me jealous. She would do things like send me screen shots of their dirty conversations or them talking about me. She became more and more daring and dominant towards me every time they fucked. The most recent time previously she demanded that I watch them and fuck my ass with a beer bottle the entire time. Not to give me any pleasure, quite the opposite. And to ensure I would have none she used duct tape to tape my chubby cunt mound closed over my throbbing clit.

Her growing dominance and nasty streak towards me was at complete juxtaposition with how she was with my boyfriend. For him she was completely submissive. He is a highly dominant man so that was no surprise to me. What was a surprise though was the tender and passionate way in which he treated her and her submission. He had only ever been cruel and twisted with me.

Well today he had me driving to collect her from her home with strict instructions. I was to drive with my collar on, and silicone plastic g string fixed firmly in place. It had a cavern that pushed inside my cunt which kept my hole spread the entire time I wore it. It also was far too small to cover my fat cunt mound and often my outside lips would swallow half of it up too. It was uncomfortable. But that was the point. With this I wore a whore’ s wardrobe. Tiny skirt, no actual underwear. Tits on full display in a push up bra and not enough of a top to cover my self.

Sitting on the passengers side seat was her collar. Much cuter and fashionable than my hardware around my neck. I was to have her put it on when she got in the car. That way we were both ready to submit as soon as we walked in the front door at home.

She was waiting on the curb as I pulled up. She looked incredible. She always did. He always made it known to me that she did too. She lobbed her bags into the back seat and then climbed into the front. She took one look at me and laughed. Then greeted me. I handed her the collar and she laughed again. “I guess he has big plans for tonight then” she said. I shrugged.

Its not like he was going to touch me either way. Not while she had come to stay. Her and I chit chatted about nothing much most of the way. Until obviously he had started messaging her and revealing certain things. She abruptly told me to spread my legs as much as I could while I was driving. I complied because when our collars are on I’m well aware that she is my superior.

I pulled up at a red light and she quickly leant over before I knew what was happening she had shoved something inside my forced spread open cavern space. She laughed again. I said nothing. My heart sunk, but immediately my cunt was throbbing.

Once we were finally home, parked in the driveway, she hastily swung open her car door and started for the front door. Then stopped dead in her tracks and turned to watch me. Clearly she had remembered something. I climbed down out of our territory and as my feet hit the floor a small clatter sound did also. I looked down between my legs to find a lighter. She laughed hysterically and told me to pick it up for her and bring it inside along with her bags. She had of course shoved it into the cavern space knowing it would slide straight out when I stood.

I collected her belongings and followed behind her. She was to always be first. Up front. Me behind and in my place. My boyfriend flung the front door open with clear excitement. “Fuck I’ve missed you! I couldn’t stop thinking about you all day!” My boyfriend greeted his mistress. As we got through the door he grabbed her and swung her up against the wall, holding her up by her ass. She wrapped her legs around him and her arms around his neck.

They made out intensely and deeply. Mouths so hungry for each other it had a frantic energy in their passion. The longer they kissed the more frenzied and clearly horny they became. I had no doubt he would be absolutely rock hard. The material of his pants having to work overtime to keep his cock held back.

I went out of the room and placed her bags down. They were still going at it like college kids hopped up on drugs when I returned. But now they had added dry humping to the mix. I saw him shuffle and balance her weight differently so he could reach down and release his cock. He caught my eye and saw me watching their every move. “Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten you puppet. Come here. You get a kiss too”. He mumbled half into her mouth, half out the side of his mouth as he was pulling her g string aside to display a glistening perfect pink petite little pussy.

Immediately the smell of sweetened sex filled the air. I shuffled forward towards them eagerly. I have always loved kissing with my boyfriend. He is a great kisser. He only need kiss me with the briefest amount of tongue and I get instantly turned on. I smiled at him as he carelessly reached out and grabbed me by the collar to draw me closer to him. So my face was inches from his. He unlocked his lips from his beautiful mistress, my good friend, and turned his head to face me. Without warning and thoughtlessly he abruptly spit directly in my face whilst simultaneously he thrust himself deep inside her.

She gasped loudly as his cock entered her. Distracting her from what he had just done to me. He gave her pussy a few solid pumps making her moan before he drew her attention back to the present.

“Didn’t you see the kiss I planted on puppet? Don’t you think she deserves another one?” He didn’t even wait for her to respond before he spit over my face and tits again. I tried to jerk backwards to get away but he still had a firm grip on my collar. “Now go on, be nice”, He said, ” you give puppet a kiss too”. And she did. Her spit landed pretty much only on my tits though.

With that he shoved me roughly backwards. I caught my self just in time so I didn’t fall over. “Now fuck off out of here Puppet. Go sit at the table and write one of your too long novel messages about this afternoon to that guy that jacks himself off to you being treated like the worthless desperate fuck pig you are. And send him some photos of you. Not ones where you’re pathetically trying to be sexy.

Disgusting ones of you that you’re ashamed of. I’ll be checking with him later that you’ve done what you’ve been told. Now fuck off! I’m trying to fuck this sexy tight ass friend of yours and you make my cock soft when I have to look at you”

I scurried off into the next room with my shoulders slumped and my sloppy cunt hole more of a mess than it had ever been before. And as I sat with my back to the open door to do as I’d been ordered, the sound of my boyfriend and my close friend fucking like porn stars filled up the room. It was deafening in the tiled room with the sound bouncing off the walls, floor, and ceiling.

But I think that was the point. I just hope that this time I’ll be allowed to touch myself at some point to relieve the mass amount of pressure that had accumulated in my throbbing mess of holes. It was complete agony being that turned on and denied all touch.

But that just seemed to be my life now as a cuckquean. So better get used to it I guess.

I want to find another woman to please my husband while I watch

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