Naturally Red With Big Naturals

I know you say being cuckquean turns you on, but just between us gals, how does it really make you feel when you compare yourself to me? Your husband is falling in love with my perfect body and fun personality while he’s forgetting all about you. He and I talk about leaving you for real. Does it really turn you on? Or are you just going along with it because you know your husband would leave your ass in a second if you didn’t.

"Your wife wanted to lose some weight, so she hired me to be her personal trainer at the gym. But I've been slipping weight-gain drugs into her sports drinks after every workout. I guess that's why you've been wanting her even less than usual. Oops."

Take your time with them; Go nice and slow, working up the pleasure in yourself, quickening the pace and then suddenly stopping without warning. Don’t work just to make yourself cum, but to make yourself feel good. It’s solely about the pleasure. Even if you never cum, and even if they buck their hips and pout, desperate to serve you and bring you to your climax, just remind them that it’s not their place to decide when or if you will cum.

Use them for pleasure for hours on end. Put on a movie and start grinding when your attention starts to wane. Play a game and slam your hips to let out your frustration. Work on a project and hold their head down as you try to concentrate on the task in front of you. If they’re offering themselves for your use, don’t give them up so easily; enjoy the time you spend using their holes.

Like imagine you wake up in the middle of the night, it’s dark and all you can hear is him panting behind you and the wet sounds of him stroking his dick. You think maybe he didn’t wanna wake you, but you turn over and he’s got his phone in one hand, his eyes glued to it, while his other beats his dick.

Maybe he’s watching porn of women who look nothing like you, or maybe he’s looking at one of your pretty girl friend’s social media pages. Maybe it’s the one you’re secretly insecure about and envious of, the one you’ve vented about to him. When did he start following her, you wonder?

It’s so humiliating and disrespectful. He’d rather get off to another girl, a prettier girl, than bother waking you up, or even using you in your sleep. You don’t turn him on, you can’t keep him hard.

Maybe you confront him, but instead of him being remorseful or surprised he’s been caught, he yanks you by your hair down to his lap and tells you to suck on his balls and rim his ass while he continues jerking himself off to other women.

Your heart hurts, you wonder when he became so cold hearted and mean, but you don’t resist. You do as he says and service him all while he brainwashes you into loving it. He tells you he deserves to feel good, he deserves to admire other girls when he wants, it’s natural. So what are you upset about? He’s letting you worship him still, so it’s not like he’s completely neglecting you. His dick might be hard because of another girl, but you’re the one getting to suck his balls and service him with your mouth.

He pulls out his cock, soft, and motions me over to the couch. I match the last pair of socks and sigh inwardly -- to him, I smile.

"You mind?" he asks. "Just 'til the game is over."

I glance at the tv. Second quarter.

"I... how long is that?" I ask. "I was going to finish my chores and read for a few minutes..."

"An hour or two. But if reading is more important than our relationship--"

"No, it's fine," I say. "I'm sorry."

I take his cock in my mouth, my nose pressed close to his belly. He settles back, breathing out a long sigh.

"I'm so glad you're into this," he says. He turns up the game. He takes a drink. "It's incredibly relaxing."

"Mmphf."

"Little deeper, please. That's perfect."

He calls his friend, talks about hitting some balls at the range. Ice cubes clink in his glass. He laughs about something on his phone. The minutes crawl. My jaw aches. I cannot imagine how -- how -- he can get hard again but inevitably he does.

Remote Work

Remember when I used to write more about denial and gaslighting? Kinda miss that.

“How much longer will Thomas sleep?”

I look up from cleaning the oven. 

“Mm, probably another hour. He was up early this morning.”

“I don’t have another conference call until 3. Please come here.”

“Let me just finish—“

“Now, please. Thank you. Let’s take off your belt here and I’ll touch you. Would you like that?”

“Yes, please.” I keep my eyes on the floor. He unlocks the metal his hands are on me and I can’t think and he—

“Oh, I know it’s been so hard this week. No touches at all. Open your legs wider for me. That’s good.”

“Ahhh please.”

“Rub yourself against my hand.”

“Please.”

“You’re nothing more than an animal,” he whispers and I grind harder against him.

“That’s good. That’s all, now. Stop moving, Kate.”

“I’m so close. Will you... please let me?”

“You’re all wet now. That’s all for you, darling. Let’s buckle this back up and you can give me a blowjob.”

“But something was going to happen!”

“Shh, let’s buckle you in extra tight. Nothing was going to happen, baby.”

“I’m sure. I remember.” I sob.

“No, sweetheart. You’re all confused again. We rub you until you’re nice and wet, and it feels really good, doesn’t it?”

“Yes but— that’s not an orgasm. I want... something was going to happen.”

“Only men have orgasms, silly. You remember that, don’t you?”

“I.. don’t know.”

“Get under my desk, baby. Stop crying. See? This is better. I promise when I come you’ll feel much better.”

“Mmph.”

From a follower prompt in 2023.

William hollers up the stairs asking if I’m ready. Nearly, I say, and I take care to pull on my dress so that it doesn’t touch my face, just barely touches my hair. I peer into the mirror and pull out the mascara because the right lashes are just a touch heavier than the left. I wrap the cord around the curling iron, cool now, and put it away, and then I take a towel and wipe the counters down one more time. Setting spray, good contour, the absolute perfect shade of shimmery lavender on my eyes. It’s good.

“Perfect,” he says when I’ve come down the stairs. 

I smile and tell him thank you and notice that he’s tidied up and so I tell him thank you again, because it’ll be so nice to get home from this party and go right to bed. I tick through what we need – the gift, my purse, his keys. 

“Ready?” I ask.

He looks at me funny and takes off his belt.

“I’m sorry, baby, but–”

“William, we’re going to be late if we don’t leave right n–”

“I’ll be quick,” he says, “C’mon.”

“My face,” I point at my makeup but I put down my purse on the entryway table and set the keys and the phone on top of it.

“I know, but that’s why I need to fuck it. Good, get down. Open… Oh, God. No, Meg, don’t use your hands, stop.”

“William–”

“Slower, baby. Perfect, thank you. Let’s make it last a little while.”

“Mmfp…”

“I know, it’s so good. Don’t ignore my ass, Meg, go on.”

He hits me with the belt.

“Better, good. You just needed a little encouragement.”

He hits me again and I lick more enthusiastically. My face is soaked, my back burns. He shoves himself back into my mouth.  

“It’s ok, stay open. It’s ok, just gag and drool. Don’t pull away.”

“I can’t breathe.”

“You can breathe. Try again. Stay down, why do you fight the retching?”

I can’t breathe.

“Shh, don’t worry about what I’m doing, just do your job. Don’t push me off.”

My eyes water. 

“No, no just stay. I’m going to come down your throat.”

“You ready?” he pulls up his pants. 

I look at him from the floor.

“I can’t…I can’t go like this.” I rub my hand over my face, and my fingers come away black and shimmery. I smell like spit and cock and my dress… 

“I guess you can’t. Thank you for making me feel so loved, Meg.”

I drop my head. 

“It’s ok. Come on, let’s get you nice and comfy and secure in the bed.”

“I wanted to go,” I say, but I’m already walking back up the stairs.

“Maybe next time, right?”

“I guess so… I could just wash my face and change, though?”

“Oh, baby. No, this is a special dinner. You’d be embarrassed. Here, lie down. Let’s just lock you in. It’s ok – I’ll be home in a few hours. Want me to turn on the tv?” “Please,” I whisper. 

“Of course,” he says, “Here, this is eight whole hours of the porn you love.”

He ties my legs apart.

Day 1

Dear Diary,

I'll be honest with you, there is no chance in hell I'm updating you everyday. Most days are an endless grind of waking up, commuting, working, potentially hanging out with Lily, and then sleeping. Today was interesting though.

Work was a bore but Lily swung by afterwards and she was certainly a sight for sore eyes. We hang out at least every other day but the moment we cracked out a bottle of wine and a couple of glasses was when I finally felt myself relax for the first time this week. Another mind numbing reality TV show played in the background but my eyes were on Lily. She wore a low-cut crop top with ends that wrapped around her neck, along with the shortest shorts I had ever seen. She was essentially showing off as much of her gorgeous skin and I was loving it.

We chatted idly about work, the brunch last week with Maddison and Emma, her cunty co-workers, and more, but my eyes were fixed on her. God, she made my dick pulse.

If she didn’t notice the tent in my trousers, she definitely noticed my hands wandering around her perfect tits, and my lips reaching for hers. Normally, this is where I’d peel off her clothes and fuck her into my couch but this time she stopped me.

Panting, she reached for her phone and said, “Wait… wait, I want you to watch something while you fuck me.”

Caught off guard, I simply waited while she reached for her phone and tapped away. Motioning for me to take off my trousers, she placed her phone under her face and looked up at me, spreading her legs. Something about her lewd pose and her needy, nervous face made me want to roughly fuck the shit out of her.

It was porn, I realised, as I slid my cock into her. Porn of some faceless slut with huge tits fucking herself with a dildo. As far as porn went, it seemed fairly average, but if Lily wanted to try something new in the bedroom (or living room), I wasn’t one to complain.

Lily groaned as I fucked her. In and out, I turned her sloppy little cunt into a mess of sex drool. She was like fucking fire on my cock. Soft, velvety fire that gripped at my dick whenever my eyes flicked back to her phone. Fuck, I realised then that she must have really wanted me to have watched that video.

She wanted me to jerk off in her while I watched porn. She wanted me to treat her like a fleshlight while I get off to some slut with bigger tits than her fuck herself. My breath got ragged as I pounded into her pussy harder, faster. I had never thought of cheating on Lily. Not like this at least. It was intoxicating, reducing my own girlfriend to a fucking sextoy.

She must have seen the look in my eyes change because she pushed the phone up a little, hiding her eyes with her phone. God, I was jerking off to some slut while my own girlfriend hid her face. It was like… It was like I fucking that girl in the video instead. It was like I was cheating on Lily.

She must have felt my body shudder slightly, closing into an orgasm because she smiled lewdly and said a couple of words that pushed me over the edge.

“Don’t you think she looks a lot like Madison?”

My head, filled with a fog of lust, struggled to place the name to the face. Then it clicked.

Fuck.

I lost it.

It did. Those huge fucking tits. That slim waist. Fuck, fuck, fuck, surely it wasn’t? Was my own girlfriend letting me jerk off inside her to her friend? My knees weakened and buckled on top of her, my cock exploding inside Lily. I felt her tremble under me, reaching her own, quiet orgasm.

I have no idea how long we laid there for but when we finally got up, Lily pecked me quietly on the lips, smiled, and thanked me for playing along before sauntering off to bed. It took me a while to recover from that intense orgasm, but it took me longer to work through the implications of what had just happened.

You are nothing more than a pathetic fucking asswipe, who gets wet from the idea of eating out mens asses. Don’t lie to yourself girlie. You get needy. You get hazy. You get wet. From the idea of taking that pretty tongue of yours and sliding it up and down some mans asscheeks. Literally kissing his ass. Sucking on it. Slurping sloppily. Slipping your tongue inside his puckered asshole and swirling it around wetly. Before planting saliva covered kisses all over his cheeks. Again. And again and again.

Literally making out with his hairy and musky asshole. Literally cleaning him like the ass-wipe you are. While grinding your cunt because making out with mens assholes gets you fucking horny. You are a slut for ass. A whore for its taste. A cunt that needs this degrading and humiliating act.

So don’t lie to yourself. Let yourself be corrupted. Let yourself sink into this depraved and filthy act.

Kiss that asshole sloppily. Make out with it. Slobber all over his asshole. Lick and taste the insides of his asscheeks. Make out with his ass, as if it was your lover. Your purpose. And allow yourself to be corrupted by my words and kinks. You are an ass cleaner. An ass-wipe.

Ass worshipper. Anal kisser.