Anyone, everyone, except me.

"Anyone, everyone, except me." You say breathlessly, Carrie's hand still slowly stroking your cock, literally milking your fantasy out of you. "I want you to be filled with cum by any cock you can find, and I want you to rub it in my face that the only one you don't fuck is me. I want to be your cuck."

She purrs, still stroking you slowly while she thinks. "Let me make sure I understand you before we do this. You want me to be a free use slut, and you want to be my cuckold." You nod, panting as her hand drives you wild. "And you want me to be cruel about it, making sure you know about all the real men fucking my pussy and ass, and that you never will again. And I'm assuming you want to lick all of that cum from me."

"Yes, fuck yes. My tongue would be my only sex from now on." You're panting, getting close to blowing your load as she continues to stroke.

"What about you? What about your orgasms?" Her questions are calm, but her voice has dropped to a sultry whisper.

"They belong to you."

"Do you want to cum?"

"Yes, fuck yes, god I'm so close!"

Her hand slides off your cock, leaving you on the edge. "Good. You're first orgasm can be tonight. Now hand me my phone, I've got to text a few people." She rolls over onto her back and spreads her legs. "Make that tongue useful while you wait, and don't even think about touching MY cock."

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Carrie moans, grinding your face into her pussy as she orgasms again. Your tongue is getting tired. It must have been over 2 hours now, but she's given no indication of stopping. In fact, she hasn't talked to you at all, or even acknowledged you except when an orgasm hits and she pulls you in tighter as she grinds her clit into you. The entire time, she's been on her phone texting.

Finally, she pats your cheek. "That's enough, cuck. Company's coming over and I need to get ready." As you get up and she moves to get off the bed, she seems to change her mind. "Actually, follow me to the bathroom. I don't trust you not to touch my property."

You walk behind her into the bathroom. She orders you to your knees and place your hands on your head before turning on the shower. She leaves the curtain open and you get a full show of her soaping her body and cleaning herself. She spends extra time on her breasts first, making eye contact while she lathers the soap on in big circles. She moves the loofa down to her ass and pussy, cleaning herself thoroughly.

"You know." She says, almost musing to herself. "You're actually watching me wash away your own cum. The last load you put in my ass, did you realize it was your last time? Now, my body is free of any of your loser jizz." She notices your cock responds at the word loser.

"I thought as much. You like being my beta, loser, cuckold, bitch." Your cock goes to full mast by the end of her sentence. "How fucking pathetic."

The shower finished without further incident. You remained on your knees with your hands above your head until she finished toweling dry and blow drying her hair. She had you follow her to your bedroom as she got dressed. She chose a black thong and bra set, and pulled a pink sundress over it. The front was low cut, showing off the black braw underneath. The pink and black gave her a sexy punk vibe.

"Ok, so my date is going to arrive soon and we need to make you scarce. I want you to hide in the closet. I'll be in to cuff your hands in a minute. If you want to cum tonight, you will remain silent. I don't want my man distracted by some creepy loser while he's giving me that sweet cock of his." She follows you into the closet and produces a set of handcuffs. Raising your hands above your head, she secured you to the clothes bar. She has an idea and runs off for a second. When she gets back, she's holding her panties from yesterday and this morning. They're still wet from mostly her cum. She places it on your head and then kisses your cheek and leaves, closing the closet door behind her.

It wasn't long before you heard the front door open and a man's voice from our living room. You couldn't make them out, but they chatted for a while and you heard Carrie's laugh a few times. You're not sure how long they were chatting in the living room, but your hands were starting to turn tingly. You couldn't seem to find a comfortable position for them, and short of ripping the bar off of the closet, you couldn't get free.

While you were playing with your hands, you heard the bedroom door open, and now you could make out what they were saying.

"Ok, we took it to the bedroom, like civilized folks, now take that dress off." You knew that voice, but couldn't place it. Who was that?

"Such a gentleman. I guess you've been patient enough." You wish you could see through the closet door, because judging by the low growl the man was making, Carrie must have taken her dress off.

You hear the sound of a belt buckle, and a few seconds later, "Fuck, yeah. Deeper, slut."

*Glurgh Glurgh Glurgh Glurgh*

Right behind that door, your girlfriend was deepthroating some man's cock. Your own cock stiffens and you wish you could see through the door. You hear the bed moving, and Carrie lets out a moan. The rhythm intensifies, faster, more moaning. You start humping, trying to get friction on something, anything. Carrie's dress is hanging in front of you. The weight it light, but it's not nothing. You angle your body to get as much friction as you can.

Carrie's moan intensifies. "Cum in me, cum in me, fuck, cum in me!" And the man moans as you assume he unloads inside your girlfriend. Everything is silent and you don't dare move for several minutes. Soon, you hear him leaving, and then Carrie comes and opens the door. She laughs when she sees you, your cock still up against her dress, now smeared with precum.

"Wow, I wasn't sure you were this into it, but damn...good job proving me wrong, loser. Now I need a good cuck for some cleaning, so quit fucking my dress and come on." She unlocks your cuffs and you rub your wrists as the feeling starts tingling back into your hands. She lays down on the bed and spreads her legs, you can see a messy load covering her pussy. You don't need any instructions to dive in.

You're not sure, but you think she moans louder from your tongue than from his dick. She definitely moans longer. You don't stop until she's had at least three orgasms and she gently nudges you off of her.

"No more, no more. I'm done for now. Time for you to get your treat. So you tell me, do you want it sweet or mean. Think carefully now, I'm holding you to it."