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Discovery of a cuck queen part 6 - M/ff - xposted | 2016
This is the continuation of a story of something that happened to me a pleasant summer almost a decade ago.
I want to warn you that this is not the story of a loving guy and gal who bring another gal into their lives. This is the story about a guy who wanted revenge, a girl who found herself loving the abuse and a girl who found herself loving helping the guy and abusing the girl, her secret enemy.
Basically, I was being an asshole and my “gf” loved and hated it.
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Players -
Me – RD – Young still and pissed at my my first love, my ex and (at the time) gf Mel for cheating on me and leaving me for another man. I agreed to take her back, but only if I could put her through the same thing she did me. Of course, what I did to her went well beyond.
Mel – My ex. She agreed to be my GF while I dated other women so she could know how it felt, but found herself getting more and more aroused as I told her about those other dates. Mel was a bit of a dead fish in the sack until she started feeling the need to prove herself against my other dates.
Stacy – A FWB from a few towns over. She knew Mel at college, were they were “friends,” but held a dislike of Mel because Mel tended to be snotty to her and say vaguely hidden mean things about her. Stacy was fully in the know and discovering a whole new perverse side to herself as she helped me subjugate her “friend.”
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There were a few more nights of Stacy phoning or texting in dirty things. Nothing as outrageous though, depending on your point of view.
The only real highlight I remember is a night where Stacy had Mel wear a summer dress with nothing else on below it and directed us around the town with suggestions on where to fuck. She insisted that I always finish ON Mel and that Mel would put the dress back on. By the time I got her home, her dressed was covered in small hard stains. Honestly, after a drive with my spunk dried to her face, having it seep into her dress didn't bug her.
Life also got in the way around this time. Mel got a cold, so I got a cold. Mel went to a concert with friends and I went into the city for two nights with my family to do family stuff.
Time passed. I am honestly a bit fuzzy on how much. We were getting closer to the end of the summer at this point. During this time there were a few sporadic hook ups with Mel and Stacy, not together, but nothing crazy, more of the same. There was one more pre-mel date where I met Stacy at the park. What is of note is that my sex with Mel started taking on a more master/sub feel. There was a lot more of my TELLING her what to do and holding her down as we fucked. More of my pulling her hair, more of my calling her names and her not really calling me sir, but starting to use deferential tones towards me.
She showed up twice with marker on her. One night, she was wearing shorty shorts, she had my name written over her pussy. Another night she had cum dump on her breasts.
However, she did begin to ASK before each orgasm. I don't think she would have stopped if I had said no and at the time I didn't really tell her not to, I just agreed. It was too hot at the time for me to consider saying no.
What is important here is what was happening with Mel and Stacy online. As I have mentioned, Mel was not that into BDSM until this started happening. It turns out that a lot of her changes, were coming from Stacy. Stacy was telling her how to act with me, knowing how into BDSM I was and guessing that it would bring my Dom side out more.
Stacy though, my god I could write books on Stacy. At this point Stacy was 19ish. She loved sex, all sex, and while she called herself bisexual, had never done anything below the belt with another girl. She also had an incorrect view of BDSM. To her, submission was weakness and dominance was strength. Because she believed herself to be strong (and she was), she couldn't stand the idea of submitting. BUT making Mel submit, made Stacy tingly in more ways than one. Stacy not only liked Mel submitting to her online, but also making her submit to me.
The secret to Stacy and BDSM was this, Stacy was a strong and tough woman. What she wanted was a man who made her WANT to submit to and who could force that submission on her. As she had never met that man, she had never had feelings around submitting. I turned out to be that man in the long run, so much of this had just started to leak into her thoughts and fantasies. The way she was dealing with her own sudden shameful interest in, as an example, being forced to rim a guy, was to put those desires onto someone else, in this case Mel.
Online, Stacy and Mel were having quite the email affair. I don't know all the details as neither would show me the emails, but I know it involved discussion of lesbian interests, Mel pouring out secrets to Stacy and A LOT of verbal humiliation from both of them. Mel telling Stacy how Mel wasn't as good a woman because she couldn't please a man. Stacy telling Mel that Mel's pussy was useless. It also included Stacy forcing Mel to start to act in ways and do things that Stacy had started to fantasize about.
So, I am going to jump over a bunch of it and move on to the next big step.
The humiliation party
Mel hated sex on her period. She wore tampons and had no issue with my fingers on her clit, but the slightest hint of something touching the opening to her pussy disturbed her.
Now, in the past, period time meant that I might get an HJ or BJ, but that was it. When it started this time, she admitted to having no control but gave me an option that Stacy had suggested to her when discussing the problem.
As she was to do anything I wanted for the remainder of the summer, I could fuck her. What she would prefer though, is to allow me, any time I had the urge, to face fuck her. Anywhere, any time, we could find somewhere quiet to go.
And the first two days we did. I took her to dinner, we parked behind the restaurant and when we got out of the car I pushed her to her knees and fucked her face. We finished dinner and behind the restaurant again. We got back to her place, around the back of the house. You get the idea.
Mel's parents were out of town on the third night and, as teens do, she had a small party. Twenty-five ish, give or take, at her house. Her club, our friend group, extended friend invites. Stacy was invited and of course showed up. As it happened, Mel mentioned the party to her email mistress, that was how she had started to refer to Stacy, and her mistress told her what to wear. A fairly tight shirt and a normal skirt with panties due to the time of the month. She wasn't allowed a bra though. It was pretty clear to anyone that looked that she wasn't wearing a bra and a few of our friends openly stared.
Stacy had told Mel that no matter what, she couldn't change outfits. That it was the outfit or nothing. At the time she had said that she might send us up to Mel's room and potentially have me stain it with cum. Stacy had other plans though.
To be fair though, as we were teens, things like crazy outfits and antics weren't that strange. There was a party that same summer that all of the girls, slightly tipsy, spent topless on dares.
The party was pretty normal at first. People congregating in the kitchen and family room. Stacy was being pretty innocent at first. Then she “accidentally” pressed an ice cold bottle of vodka from the freezer into Mel's breast, making the nipple stand out hard in her shirt. Mel seemed embarrassed but didn't go to change.
Later, Stacy tripped. She really seemed to trip, it was well acted, and splashed a large glass of water onto Mel's chest. It wasn't quite a full wet t-shirt, but it was pretty damn close and while not white see-through, the wet shirt left little to the imagination.
Mel pretended to shrug it off, but was bright red in the face. Stacy didn't help. She apologized a ton, but then started commenting on how nice Mel's tit's looked and how I was a lucky man and had I ever fucked them. Mel and I laughed it off.
Stacy tried to get some dirty games going a bit later, but no one really took her up on it at first. She tried spin the bottle, no luck. She tried truth or dare, a few guys were interested, but that was all. Then she suggested Never-Have-I-Ever with beer.
If you don't know the game. Someone says “never have I ever” and then names something they have not done. Anyone who has done said thing, takes a swig of their beer while those more innocent point and make comments.
I actually don't like the game all that much because, I'm usually the one having to drink.
It was a somewhat popular “naughty” but not too naughty game that was apparently popular enough to get traction and about 15 of us ended up sitting in a big circle. Stacy and Mel and I were there and I already had a both bad and excited feeling. What was Stacy planning.
The normal questions came up. Never have I ever had sex. Never have I ever given a blow job. Never have I ever shaved my pubes.
Mel's first real embarrassment, she didn't mind revealing her shaving, was when someone said “never have I ever gone out in a skirt without panties.” She admitted to it, turned pink and drank. It was just the start though.
Then Stacy took her first swipe. “Never have I ever dated RD.” Technically true, we were only fwb. Almost every girl took a drink. (I dated a lot in high school). Stacy made a joke of it, “Wow Mel, talk about sloppy seconds.”
One of the guys took this farther, “Jesus, never have I ever fucked RD.” Only about half the girls took a drink this time, including Stacy. Mel looked around, her face going red, she didn't know about Stacy and one of the others and gave me a look.
“Ok shit,” someone said, “Never have I ever done anything sexual with RD.” All but two of the girls drank this time as most of my high school dating had included fingers down the pants or oral sex.
Most everyone knew that I had a rep. BUT a lot of the girls that I had messed around with, had been done privately, without officially dating. Not many people realized how incests I was with my FWB within the group. My friends stared at me first, but then at Mel. Stacy made another joke at this point.
“Wow, don't they say that when you fuck someone, its like you've fucked everyone else they've fucked?”
This led to a “Never have I ever messed around with someone who has messed around with RD.” Everyone but the speaker drank.
Stacy couldn't help put poke at Mel, “Holy shit, you've sort of slept with everyone in the room each time you fuck RD!”
I spoke up now, “guys, these games are no fun if they just focus on who I have and haven't fucked.”
They moved on. Some drug use questions, someone admitted to giving a TA a hand job for the right answers to a quiz, a few people admitted to having experimented with the same sex including Stacy.
Anal came up and Mel, bright red, drank and Stacy with pride did. Stacy pushed it even further though. “Well I love a good dick in my ass,” she said, “But I've heard some people like analingus. Never have I ever licked someone asshole.”
Boom, the hammer dropped.
A guy, openly gay, drank and a bunch of people said things like ewwwwww. Mel was bright bright red. I can be a real dick, but I wouldn't have given Mel a hard time for keeping quiet. She took a deep breath and then a drink.
The room exploded. HOLY FUCK MEL. GROSS. WHY. WHAT DID IT TASTE LIKE. WHO. Though most of the eyes where on me.
The game went on for a bit longer. Stacy was done prodding Mel for the time and we broke up into chatting groups.
I was standing next to Mel at a kitchen counter when I got a text. I could see Stacy and hadn't noticed her send it. Crafty girl.
“Mel's probably wet as can be now, you should take her upstairs for a bj.”
I took Mel's hand, said, “hey lets got talk in private,” and led her past everyone up the stairs. There was one whistle and someone said, “use a breath-mint after” and she turned bright red again.
Upstairs she was nearly shaking from embarrassment and when I put my hand on her pussy it was hot. I asked if she was alright and she said no, but that it had taken all her effort not to pull me away from the game and have me rub her off.
I started to finger her through her panties as we made out and she began to undo my belt for her face fucking. She was moaning and trying to stifle it when my phone range. Bestfuck intown. I motioned her onto her knees as I answer it.
“Hey there,” I said. “We are upstairs at that party now.”
“No shit,” she said, “she's a bad fuck, not stupid, if she hasn't guessed it's me yet she must realize its someone at the party.”
I laughed at that and Mel, who had just gotten my cock out made a groaning noise.
“If she is going to make us fuck,” Mel said, “Can I at least get off first, I'm going to be too grossed out to afterward.”
“She's worried she's going to have to fuck on her period,” I said into the phone.
“BORING,” was Stacy's reply. “Why fuck her, when you can fuck me, if you put her in the closet I will come in and rock your world.”
I looked down at Mel who was looking up at me and stroking my dick. “I have a better idea,” I said and hung up.
I told Mel what was about to happen. “Your mistress feels bad that I can't fuck you, so she's offered to do it for you. Your going to go sit in the closet and listen to us fucking and then when we are done you will get the face fuck you wanted.”
She gave me a look of mixed humor and concern, “Wanted is a strong term,” she said and stood up, “so she is here.”
I nodded.
“Well, that narrows it down to three,” she said. “It's either Kate, Stacy or Megan.”
Poker face from me. “Are you getting into the closet or not.”
She moved towards the closet and said, “Yeah but I don't know if I like it.”
“It doesn't matter what you like,” I said with a grin that she actually returned.
Mel's closet was one of those with the accordion style wooden doors and slide open on both sides. I looked around and improved upon Stacy's plan.
With a mixture of scarves, cloth belts and a few other items, Mel was tied, facing the back wall of the closet, into a cross-legged sitting position with one hand left tied against her pussy (still in panties) and with enough room to finger herself.
“The deal is,” I said, “You can choose if you masturbate or not, but if you do have an orgasm you need to be as loud as you can. I want to hear and I want everyone in the house to hear how great I am at getting you off. Oh, and after you suck me off when I am done with her, we will be going downstairs, so in this closet is your only chance for an orgasm.”
I couldn't see her face now and I closed the doors and texted Stacy to come up.
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