So, Ramona and I dated back in 2015, but I was a total asshole, and she dumped me over text, blocking me everywhere. She moved on fast, fucking some new guy within days, while I was losing my mind on drugs, begging her to take me back for the next three years.
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She'd unblock me just to rub it in, "My new guy's cock is like a fucking magic wand, stretching me wide in places you never could – in uni toilets with his dick deep in my cunt, in restaurant bathrooms where he'd fuck me from behind, my ass pressed against the cold mirror, even in dark alleys, his cock pounding my guts, his balls slapping against my clit."
I'd listen to her go on about how amazing his dick was, crying and begging for another chance. She'd just humiliate me more then block me again. This shit went on for three goddamn years.
Fast forward to 2019, after her latest breakup, she hits me up again. We get close, like best friends, and she starts bragging about her ex, "He was 6'2" with an 8-inch monster. We fucked everywhere – once in a park at 7pm, me on all fours, his balls slapping against me while I begged for more. He'd fill my pussy up so much I was dripping cum." She'd send me nudes meant for her ex, asking for my thoughts, giving me ideas on what to send him next, sometimes catching a glimpse of how wet she was.
Over the next six months, it's story after story, "This guy last night, his dick was fucking huge, made me squirt right on his face. I was riding him, my tits bouncing, he'd slap my ass red, 'You like that, don't you?' making me cum so hard I saw stars." She'd never let me forget I never made her cum, and that my dick was the smallest she'd ever seen.
I tried to hook up with someone else, but it was a disaster, couldn't even keep my boner. Ramona found out and went ballistic on me, "You fucking useless piece of shit, can't even get it up? Yet you go try to fuck another woman?" She ripped into me for hours, making me feel like the lowest of the low. She said she'd put me in my place for good, and I was calling her non-stop, begging.
The next morning, she texts, "Last night I got double-teamed by these Greek guys, one in my pussy, one in my ass, stretching me out till I was leaking cum like a fucking tap. They fucked me good, unlike your pathetic limp dick."
She gave me an ultimatum, "Be loyal or get lost." I chose loyalty, but it didn't stop her from going through guys like they were tissues. Her pussy was never at rest; she was fucking someone new every damn day, none lasting more than three weeks.
She disappeared for a week, then messaged, "Sorry, forgot about you. This week I had three BBCs, all friends in one apartment. I got drunk, ate, and got fucked by each one. One made me deep-throat till I was gagging on cum, another hit my G-spot while whispering dirty shit, the third? Every position you can think of – missionary, doggy, cowgirl, making me beg for more dick."
I replied, "Awww, that’s amazing boo! You had such a great time! I’m so happy for youuu!"
When she visited in December 2019, she said, "I'll take you back if you're obedient. No fucking until marriage, and I won’t fuck other guys. I'm thinking about moving you here with me. So, are you in?" It felt like a dream.
But a week later, she calls crying, "I cheated with this hot guy in a car park. He was feeling me up on the dance floor, and I couldn't control myself. I'm so sorry, baby. He came all over my face, and I'm still cleaning it up." I was hurt, sobbing like a bitch, but also weirdly turned on, "Tell me everything." She did, how he bent her over the car, "My skirt up, his cock inside me, stretching my pussy, 'Harder!' I screamed. His cum all over my chin, dripping down to my tits, making me shake with each orgasm." I admitted, "I'm so fucking jealous, but I'm also so turned on right now."
She sounded surprised and relieved. She laughed, "You're the best. Why don’t you jerk off to it?" I agreed and even suggested she should've stayed with him longer. She grinned, "He's still here, should I go back?"
I couldn't resist, "Yes, go for it baby."
She giggled, "Don't wait up. I’m not coming home tonight. I’ll call you when I’m free. Mwah." I came harder than ever, picturing her getting pounded, her body trembling as she described how he was going to use her all night, his cock everywhere, "Do you want more?" he asked, and she moaned, "Yes, please, give me everything." I could almost see her legs wide, taking him deep, her moans echoing as he fucked her, his hands marking her, his cum spilling out, covering her in a mess of lust and betrayal.
That was the last I heard from her that night. The next day, I was a wreck of conflicting emotions – jealousy, arousal, and a deep-seated need to be with her despite the humiliation. I waited for her call, each minute stretching into an eternity.
When she finally called, she was breathy, her voice thick with satisfaction. "I did it again, baby. He fucked me all night, in every way possible. We didn't even make it to the bed for most of it – the couch, the kitchen counter, even the shower. He had such stamina, and his cock… it was like he was made to fill me up."
I was a mix of pain and pleasure, listening to her recount how he took her from behind, how she begged him to go harder, how his dirty talk turned her on even more. "You would've loved to see it, the way he made me cum over and over. He even made me watch myself in the mirror, watching his dick slide in and out, watching how my body reacted to him."
I was silent, my breath shallow, my heart racing. "You really love this, don't you?" she asked, not waiting for an answer. "I think I'm going to keep him around. Maybe you can meet him sometime, see how a real man does it."
The thought was a dagger to my ego, but my body betrayed me with a rush of heat. "Maybe," I managed to choke out, my voice a mix of longing and defeat.
From then on, our relationship took on a new dynamic. Ramona would share her sexual escapades, sometimes even arranging for me to overhear or witness them. It was a form of cuckoldry I never imagined I'd be part of, yet here I was, aroused by my own degradation.
Months passed, and while Ramona continued her sexual adventures, she kept me on a tight leash, my emotions and desires manipulated to her whim. I was her confidant, her emotional punching bag, and sometimes, her audience.
In the end, it wasn't just about the sex for her; it was about control, about making sure I knew who was in charge. And me? I was hopelessly hooked, caught in a web of love, lust, and submission.
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