Paying for his crimes with a forced cuckold blowjob.
A forced cuckold blowjob sounds like the worst punishment a straight guy could suffer. It’s one of my favorites to have ever gotten to use. I’ve had a little fun before and gotten to make my boyfriends suffer by having them eat out a cuckold creampie, but forcing them to make the guy cum is something else entirely. It’s degrading, it’s fun, and I love the wicked streak that it pulls out of me. My boyfriend’s big crime was that he was kind of a little shit. He started getting sassy and dominant with me, which was a big no-no from the start. I’m pretty dominant in my day to day life, and a total flirt. So when he started giving me a little trouble, I decided to whip out those sadistic little kinks to make him pay for it.
And it all started with one date.
I called an ex-boyfriend over. It seemed innocent, if slutty, to call a favored friends-with-benefits over for the night. After all, I had purposely stopped talking to the guy, Omari, because I couldn’t resist fucking him. Once he came over, things quickly devolved. It hadn’t even been five minutes and he was already pouring on the flirty comments. My boyfriend was invited to the show, too. During the whole dinner date, he sat quietly in the living room watching the television. He could hear every flirty comment and remark, and how I didn’t shut any of it down. I could hear the steam pour out of his ears from the next room over. Jealous little fucker had no clue that I’d brought Omari over for him, not for myself.
After I let him steam in his own jealousy for an hour, I invited them both into the same room. We sat around by the television for quite a while, until I decided to go over and blatantly sit on Omari’s lap. Then, I swear my boyfriend saw stars – he piped up, protesting how much of a slut I was being. I let my mean streak out and stood back up, walking over and dragging him over towards Omari. After the little power move, I pushed him down on his knees and stared him down as I spoke. “Fine. If you don’t want me on his lap, then YOU finish him off.”
He stared at me blankly.
The boy couldn’t fathom that I was actually serious. However, we both stared down at him in silence and he quickly realized that we weren’t kidding. His jaw dropped, his eyes widened, and he could do nothing about it. On-demand, Omari zipped his pants down for his big, thick cock to peek out at him. My boyfriend was reluctant and slow to actually do anything about it until I stepped closer and shoved his head down against it. It was going to be his first forced cuckold blowjob, and I was intent on making it the best one he’d ever given. I slowly guided him into licking every inch of the man’s cock, even forcing him down far enough to make him gag a couple of times.
He was being used as a fleshlight. After all this time sassing me, I had turned him into nothing more than a sex toy that my old fuck-buddy could use. He was nothing but a forced cuckold blowjob machine. After all this time, very little has changed about our relationship. Sometimes I even pull both of them onto the phone so I can berate my useless little boyfriend even further. I can’t get enough of cuckold phone sex, and the little kink is pouring into my personal life so often. I’ve just become a little slut because of it all – and can you blame me? It’s FUN.
