***This is part eight in a series about a couple, Jake and Sara, who are in a long-distance relationship, but begin exploring cuckolding, humiliation and bi-curiosity. If these topics are not of interest to you, cuckolding in particular, please do not read this story. Also, if you haven't read parts 1 through 7, I encourage you to do so.***
Sunday evenings were usually when Sara and I had the most time to talk, so I was looking forward to it. After all, she did promise to make me cum. I couldn't focus all day. Sara texted me when she left Nick's, and we agreed to talk later that evening. We both had homework and errands to do. She reminded me not to cum, so I was pent up all day, thinking about what she did the previous night and that morning. I could barely focus on anything, and routinely went back to the picture of her that Nick had sent me. I was spending way too much time imagining what she looked like fucking Nick all night, and sucking his dick in the morning. I was leaking pre-cum all day, and couldn't wait to have time to cum later.
At 9:30 PM, Sara was ready to talk. I locked my dorm room door, turned out the lights and got comfortable, knowing that I was going to be jerking off for a large part of our chat.
Immediately after saying hi, she asked me: "You didn't cum yet, did you?"
"No," I said. "But I'm desperate."
"Hehe," she giggled. "Good! Are you touching yourself?"
"I am," I said.
"What are you thinking about?"
"You," I said.
"Mmmhmmm. Anything in particular?"
"You getting fucked by Nick," I admitted.
"Mmmmm, do you want to hear about it?" she asked.
"Yesss," I said desperately.
"Mmm well I'm going to need to touch myself as well, cause talking about it is going to turn me on," she said sexily.
I groaned.
"Sooo, yea," she said. "I got my brains fucked out last night." She laughed.
I groaned again.
"Baby he's incredible, his cock is amazing. I lost count how many times I came. It was...don't be mad..."
"It's ok, what?" I asked.
"It was definitely the best sex I've ever had."
"Mmmmm," I said. "That's so hot baby. I'm glad. You deserve it." I was getting really turned on, and decided to drive the conversation a little more. "Did you take all of his cock?"
"Mmm, I certainly tried. I've never been filled up that much."
"Where did he cum?" I asked.
"Inside me. Twice. And then in my mouth in the morning."
"Oh my god you're such a slut," I laughed.
"I am a total slut for him, baby."
"Ohhh my god I am going to cum," I groaned.
"No!" she said. "Not yet. Stop." She sounded almost mad.
"Stop?" I asked.
"Yea," she said, sounding sweet again. "I want to make this good for you."
"What do you mean?" I said.
"Are you enjoying this? I feel guilty. I'm getting the best sex of my life. How can I make this better for you?" she said.
"Better? I'm enjoying it too," I said.
"That's super sweet babe, but I want to do more. I want you to be getting as much satisfaction as I am. I want to return the favor."
"Okkkk, that's sweet babe," I said.
"So? What can I do?" she asked.
"I mean...honestly I kind of just love hearing about you and Nick. Is that weird?"
"No, I mean, we've talked about that. I get it. And it's hot. But what else? What can I do to make it even better for you?"
"Uhhhh, I don't know!" I said, legitimately unsure.
"Well, what's been your favorite part so far?" she asked.
I thought for a second. "Ummmm, I mean, it's all been really great, uhhhh, I mean do I like getting pictures of you when you're with him. And it was incredibly hot hearing you get fucked over the phone," I said.
"What did you enjoy about that?" she asked. She seemed genuinely curious.
"I enjoy hearing you get satisfied," I said.
"Aww. Ok but like, you can hear that when we have sex. What do you enjoy about it when you're not there?"
"Uhhh," I thought for a second. She seemed genuinely curious so I decided to be thoughtful in my response. "I don't know, I think there's something really hot about not being allowed to be there. Like, being denied while you're getting satisfied."
"Go onnnn," she said, curiously.
"Haha, and ummm, yea just hearing this guy fuck you like I can't, and the emotions I get from that. It's intense."
"What kind of emotions are those?" she asked.
"I don't know, like, jealousy I guess but not quite jealousy. Maybe like, kind of the thrill of being turned on by something that should be like, humiliating?"
"Mmmm, interesting. Tell me more."
I laughed nervously. I hadn't really dug into the psychology of all this before, so I was feeling a little exposed. But Sara was clearly interested, and was seeking a way to make this more pleasurable for me, so it seemed like a good opportunity to be honest and open.
"Well, hmm," I said. "I guess it's like, you're sort of cheating on me, but at the same time you're not. I think a normal reaction to cheating is a feeling of betrayal, but also a feeling perhaps of humiliation. I don't feel the betrayal part cause I've given consent and know that it's happening, but I do still kind of feel the humiliation part. Like, the humiliation of knowing you're getting satisfied by another guy. Does that make sense?"
"Mmmhmm, and you like that feeling?" she asked.
"I do," I said. "I don't know why."
"So, is it fair to say that if we were to increase the feeling of humiliation you have, you'd like that?"
"I think so," I said.
"In other words, you want me to humiliate you more?" she asked.
"I think so, yea," I said.
"Hmmm. Well, I'm already fucking a hot guy with a huge cock and telling you about it, haha. How else can I even humiliate you?"
I thought for a second. I knew the answer, but I was on the fence about telling her. My horniness took over, though, and I went for it.
"Well," I said nervously, "I mean there's a pretty easy way..."
"Mm?" she wondered.
"I mean, like, using your words."
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"Well, like, OK I get turned on by the teasing and the humiliation element, so like, tease and humiliate me with your words I guess, in addition to your actions."
"Mmmmm," she said curiously.
I continued. "You've kind of already done this, you know just by getting me to admit that I like you being a slut. But I think you could try kicking it up a notch."
"How so?" she asked.
"I don't know. Be creative. Like, so I apparently like the humiliation element. So say things that you think are humiliating?"
"Hrmmm," she seemed apprehensive.
"Have fun with it, it's just a game. I know you love me babe, it's just like a character you're playing. A slutty character haha."
"Hehe I like that. I do definitely get into a 'mode' when I'm feeling extra slutty," she said.
"I love that. What if we used a safe word? Like, I'll use the safe word if I think what you're saying is too mean."
"Oh that's a good idea," she said.
"Should we try it out?" I asked. "I'll jerk off and you can humiliate me. As long as you don't hear the safe word, you can keep going."
"You'd like that?" she asked.
"I would, I'm really turned on," I said.
