Depths of Depravity 03: The Cuckcake

Author's note: The Depths of Depravity series is an anthology of short, stand-alone stories. They're written from a first- and second-person perspective, with the first-person character being a nameless, faceless, dominant man, and the second-person character a submissive woman. I've kept the physical descriptions of these characters as light as possible, so that the reader may project their own images onto them as freely as possible.

This story has themes of cuckquean humiliation, cuckcake domination, and objectification.

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You were kneeling on the floor, massaging her feet, when you heard me at the door. I'm home.

The past hour had been a torturous whirlwind of emotions for you. In fact, your pussy had been wet the entire day as you carried out the tasks I had given you. Before leaving in the morning, I had told you to text her and ask her to come over to spend the evening with me. Typing out that message - participating in your own humiliation as you asked another woman to come fuck your man in your own bed - had filled with you with shame. Shame that was just as undeniable as the growing wetness that the combination of jealousy and lust had created between your legs as you saw her reply.

"I'll be there before he comes home. I want you to get me ready for him."

It was incredible how quickly you had submitted to your role. Yes, you were the one who suggested we try bringing another woman into the bedroom, but at the time, you had thought it was just something you were curious about. You couldn't have imagined this is how it would turn out. You couldn't have imagined this is how far it could go. You couldn't have imagined how much it would turn you on.

What had started as the occasional threesome became more and more frequent, until you were the one actively looking for girls and convincing them to join us. What had started as an exploration of your bisexuality became an expression of your love for me, until you were barely participating yourself. At first you were able to convince yourself you were an equal - that you were only holding your legs back as I plowed into her because you wanted to make her tighter for my cock. That you were only kissing her because it turned me on to watch that. That you were only licking her pussy because you were curious.

But quickly, it had become obvious to you that your pleasure came from your submission. Not just to me, but to her as well. You couldn't help compare her to yourself. She was younger, fitter, with perkier tits and a toned ass. You couldn't help but notice how much more turned on I got when she was with us, than when it was just you and me alone. You couldn't help but reduce your own role - preferring to sit back and touch yourself as you watched us fuck. Getting her wet then guiding my cock into her, your eyes looking up at me, pleading me to fuck her pussy. Licking her clit as I moved in and out of her, ignoring your own throbbing pussy in favour of pleasing her. Marvelling the way her body responded to me - watching my cock thrust in and out of her as she let out guttural moans of ecstasy. Getting wet as you fingered yourself to the sight of my arm gripping her hair and pulling her head back as I rammed into her from behind, beads of sweat rolling down our bodies as they slapped together. My balls swinging and hitting her clit with every thrust, her arched back emphasizing her ass as she pushed back on me, egging me on, telling me to slap it, telling me to cum inside her.

The first time I emptied my load into her, you'd cum instantly. It seemed so dirty somehow - your man was marking another woman with his seed. That should have belonged to you, yet she took it. She took it while right in front of you, looking at you with a smile on her face as I groaned, my cock buried in her, pulsing and shooting inside her. Jealousy, anger, shame - all these emotions went through your head as you moved your fingers faster and faster, in and out of your pussy, pinching your nipples as your orgasm overtook you. Shuddering, tears streaming from your eyes as you humped your own hand in front of the woman who had taken me away from you.

That was the point of no return. She knew you would do anything after that. No matter how degrading or humiliating. And she was right. You did not object when she had laid back and gestured at you to crawl to her. You had silently knelt between her legs and kissed her pussy, tasting her wetness. Tasting her superiority. You had let out a moan as you felt her hand at the back of your head, pushing your face deeper into her smooth, freshly fucked pussy. Knowing that I was watching, you'd licked her clean. Lapping at her clit, making her squeeze out my thick, hot cum so you could taste me in her. Feeling her pleasure mount again as her moans became more insistent, flicking your tongue faster and faster.

You didn't know why you were trying so hard to please her. She had just fucked your man while you had watched, she had just made me cum in her while you had humped your own fingers, desperate and deprived. You should have been furious. You should have asked her to leave. You didn't know why you didn't. All you knew was that your pussy was dripping wet with lust. You wanted to prove yourself - to whom though? To me? Or to her? It didn't matter. Perhaps if you could make her cum, I would see that you are good for something again. Perhaps she would let you participate more if she saw you could make her happy. Perhaps I would fuck you next if I saw how desperate you were from my cum, willingly licking it from another woman's pussy. It didn't matter. Your tongue moved faster and faster, circling her clit, tasting the cum oozing out of her tight pussy as she came again, rubbing it up and down over your face, smearing you with the combination of our juices.

That was the first time. It was not the last.

Every little step after that drove your humiliation further. You knew you could stop it at any time. You knew I would put an end to it the moment you told me you were uncomfortable with it. But you didn't. You had thought about it. You had thought about it when I told you to thank her for fucking me better than you ever could. You had thought about it the time I had pulled out of her ass and made you lick my cock clean. You had thought about it when she had squatted over your face and pushed the cum out of her gaping asshole into your eager, slutty mouth. You had thought about it when she had told you to lie down on your stomach so we could fuck on top of you, ignorining you completely. You had thought about it when I told you to get a spare key made for our apartment and present it to her on your knees so she could come and go when she wanted. You had thought about it when you had watched us get ready to go out on our first date without you, knowing that she wasn't wearing anything under the beautiful dress you had picked out for her. Knowing that my hands would be inside her on the dance floor as she grinded her ass over my cock. But you hadn't done it. Because with each action, your pussy had gotten wetter. Each step had taken you deeper into your humiliation, until all you could do was crave more. It had stopped becoming about your pleasure - now all you wanted to do was prove your worth to us, hoping that if you made us happy, you could somehow satisfy the needy urges in yourself.

You'd spent the whole day being the perfect domestic pet. Cleaning the apartment, cooking for both of us, changing the sheets on the bed. Simple tasks, but your thoughts while doing them made them almost impossible to do. Try as you might, you could not deny that it wasn't just me that you were doing them for. You had cooked food that you had hoped she would like too. The wine you had gotten was her favourite. The sheets were changed because you didn't want us to be distracted by your scent as we fucked on the bed that you should have shared just with me.

She'd arrived an hour before I reached home. You'd greeted her how she liked - eyes downcast, your pussy getting wet as she handed you her bag without looking at you. Her bath was ready - the temperature just how she liked. You'd helped picked out the lingerie she would be wearing, laying them out ready for her on the freshly made bed. You'd waited patiently until she was done getting ready and walked out to the living room, where you were sitting on the floor, next to the couch.

"Look at me."

You raised your eyes slowly, your gaze moving over her black heels, her stocking clad, long legs, the lacy garter framing her sheer thong that barely covered her shaved pussy. The corset accentuating her slim waist, her lips painted a dark ruby. Her eyes smirking at you from under her smoky shadow, her hair immaculately in place.

"How do I look?"

You swallowed. She knew exactly what buttons to push. She knew you'd notice that the lipstick she used was yours. She knew that it would kill you inside as you later fingered yourself to the sight of those lips wrapped around my thick shaft. You took all of her in. Yes, you thought. This is what he deserves.

"You look beautiful. He will love it."

She smiled and walked over to where you were kneeling. She bent down, lifting up your chin as her other hand ventured further down below. A gasp escaped your lips as you felt her touch your wetness. Your lips quivered as you gazed into her eyes. She knew what this did to you. She knew how you badly you wanted it, craved it. She knew how much it turned you on.

For a moment, her eyes softened. Her smile became genuine. She leaned in and gave you a soft kiss on your lips. "You are both amazing. Thank you for letting me be a part of this."

It was a small moment. But it was all you needed. She straightened and took a seat on the couch. Raised her heel in front of you.

It didn't have to make sense. It didn't have to be normal. It didn't have to be justified. You were happy. This is where you belonged.

Silently, you took off her heels and started massaging her feet. Your heart was beating rapidly in anticipation. I would be home in an hour. You couldn't wait for what would happen then.