February 13, 2011

 Miss:  Part III

by

MissintheMaking

At this time Derek was fucking two other girls that I knew of (the little slut)with my complete approval and avid encouragement. But I wanted my fuck-interest, Jason to be within the same state too! So, we invited him to live with us. Derek completely supported the idea and, just like that, Jason was scheduled to move in the following week!  

Meanwhile, back on the home front, while I waited for my very own live-in-boy-toy, I began some friendly teasing with my current roommate.  Derek was eager to engage in anything I suggested, (which, in comparison to his disinterest before, now struck me as hilarious.)  Can you think of a better way to tease your ex-boyfriend than strip poker and screwdrivers?  I’m not that good at poker, which worked out well since my goal was torture, not the next Texas Hold-‘Em title.  So after losing several hands and consequently, most of my clothing, I began expanding on Derek’s rewards. 

“If you win this hand, you may lick my nipple for no more than five seconds with your hands behind your back.”  I was fair.  I counted out each second slowly, “One, one thousand, two one thousand…” stopping to reposition his hands behind him every time he slipped up and in his greedy lust, tried to cup my breast.  Groaning and moaning, he would try to get in an extra lick after his five seconds were up.  This resulted in more scolding, “Next time it will only be three seconds. Is that what you want?”  He shook his head, eyes lowered, pouting and sullen.  This was all an act.  There was excitement and desire behind this character.  And to my surprise his lust soon became mine.   

Power, torture, playing, teasing; it all made my clit uncontrollably swollen.  I bent over the kitchen table, my upper body stretch across its diameter, raised my tight ass up in the air offering him his next reward.  I guided his fingers around my hips and into my panties.  He was eager and needed no further invitation.  I intended to give instructions, a time limit or explanation, but as soon as his groping fingers touch the soft folds of my sex (resulting in a surprised gasp from Derek; I was soaked at this point), I forgot all communication.  I gyrated my hips, grinding on him, taking his fingers and shoving them deep inside my swollen pussy.  His hand, once a familiar play mate, hadn’t had such intimate contact with my cunt in what seemed like forever, making the reunion desperate and animalistic for us both.  Together we thrusted, each of us groaning ‘til my slick pungent cum exploded out of me.  Composing myself, I turned around to face Derek and the look on his face was priceless.  He was both surprised and impressed at how easily I had used him to achieve one of the best orgasms of my life.  You may have guessed it already but yes, just to confirm, this is one of those pivotal points in our story. 

Jason came to live with us and for several weeks I was a goddess, constantly admired and desired by both of my roommates.  Some girls may toss around words like “slut” and “whore” when contemplating a dual-dick situation, but not this girl.  Can you really consider it being “used” if you’re the one in control? 

Derek and I had our first threesome with Jason.  This was another eye-opening experience, a clue to the kind of life Derek really wanted.  I was too caught up in the sex to notice or care.  Banging me from behind, Jason came quickly and Derek soon followed.  His cock in my mouth, his very own porn fantasy being displayed mere feet in front of him, he was helpless.  He was so into it that, looking back on it now, I’m not sure why I didn’t see Derek’s lust for what it was.  He came so easily and with such gusto simply because he was watching the woman he loved being fucked by another man. 

Jason didn’t reside at our house long.  He lived with us for about a month.  As it turns out, living with someone who freakishly “needed” me wasn’t my thing.  Years have passed since the beginning of our story.  Derek and I are still together, exclusively now.  There was a marriage proposal, the death of our dog and cat due to cancer and other elements that have brought us together, closer than ever before. 

I believe that brings us almost to present day…or at least within the year.  Let’s see, it was about four months ago that I was on Derek’s computer and found the emails.  Emails to and from his ex-girlfriend, more specifically the ex-girlfriends, the one that had broken his heart many, many years ago.  They would go for years without speaking, and then out of the blue, this needy bitch would contact him again, wanting to catch up and reminisce about what could have been.  I was aware of this because Derek had told me about it, about her.  They had ended badly: there was some drama involving her older sister and Derek’s relationship with her when they worked together, blah, blah, blah. Boo-fucking-hoo.  I mean, this happened in college for fuck’s sake; get over it already!  I was irate.  I had, had it.  Realistically, I wasn’t mad because of the continued contact.  Hell, I’ve been to therapy.  I can understand how one fucked up situation can continue to haunt a person for years of his/her life.  I understood, but was still pissed.  The thing is, since Rick and Jason, Derek and I had evolved.  We were open and honest with each other about everything.  Now this girl emerges again and, let me get this straight, you still haven’t resolved this issue?! 

I confronted Derek, disgusted by what I felt was his infidelity. I yelled. I screamed. I threw things. Then after smoking many cigarettes, we talked. He cried. I’m pretty sure I had been crying all along. He admitted to the flirtatious emails and to potentially sabotaging our relationship. He started talking, opening up and then some. He continued to expose more and more of himself. To my surprise, he explained that the closure he needed with the ex was obtained when I, rip-shit pissed with fury, stepped up and demanded it. It’s what he needed and wanted all along. Since that time  with those two young men when I had taken control, that’s what had been missing from our lives. During that time, I had power over Derek. My I-know-I’m-hot-shit-and-don’t-give-a-fuck-what-you-think attitude I had towards him had won him over. Sexually and emotionally, I had him by the balls. And he loved it! 

I decided I had two options. Let these emails ruin the life Derek and I have together or use his feelings of shame and betrayal in combination with my feelings of anger and mistrust to start something new. I chose the latter. By doing so, I put myself in charge. I am now in charge of if, when and how Derek fucks me. I have complete control of his cock, when or if he cums, even during masturbation. He is only allowed to sleep in my bed if I tell him it is ok. He does the dishes, the laundry and cooks the meals. And he eagerly buries his face in my cunt whenever I demand it. He is my bitch. My slave. My boy-toy. And the little cuckold-wannabe slut can’t get enough of it. 

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