I was cuckolded by my girlfriend, Fabiola, who is now my ex-girlfriend. We were living together, but she was always out partying with her friends from work. To make a long cuckold story short, and pun intended about my short dick, she met another guy and then one evening, I got home from work and she was gone. I know you need details for anything you post on Cuckoldress, so here are some details about me and Fabiola:
She would get home late, a little boozed up and never want sex with me. Not that I could blame her, she mocked how my tiny penis couldn’t get her off and she couldn’t feel it the few times we did have sex. So our sex life was me jerking off to porn and calling cuckold phone sex lines and her getting fucked by other men.
I knew it was only a matter of time before she left, but until then, at least all my friends and colleagues didn’t think I was a pindick loser. They thought I had a hot piece living with me and everything was literally just “fab”. Fabiola didn’t even tell me she was leaving me and moving in with some other dude. She texted me later that night that she had forgotten some things and told me to put them in a bag, that she and her new man would be by to pick them up. Nothing about “goodbye” or “I left”. But I guess that was obvious.
Her new man even owned a car she said (I live in New York City and don’t own a car and the way she said it made it seem like he was superior for owning a car and keeping a car garaged in the city), so they’d swing by and he’d double park while she ran up to pick up the stuff she forgot. Like a dutiful cuckold, I found all the things she forgot and put them into a shopping bag and waited for her to show up. When she buzzed, I let her in, and I was actually kinda erect.
Fabiola is a stunning Brazilian girl who works for a modeling agency in the city. She has amazing tan skin, long dark hair, full lips. On retrospect, I think she was really only after a place to live. But later she told me, she was finding out after coming to NYC to work, that she could get men to do what she wanted. Why should she have to pay rent or spend any of her money. Men should spend money on her. Obviously, I was an easy target, a small dick loser she turned into a cuckold who she could manipulate emotionally and financially. I had even given her credit cards to use for shopping and she shopped and spent whatever she wanted, leaving me with huge credit card bills to deal with. But I knew if I complained, she might leave me. So, I let her shop to her heart’s content.
The dirty: Fabi used me as a cuckold while she went “real man” shopping. She even told me when she walked in to get her bag that her new dude was a real man and I was not. Her new man had a huge cock. Her new man made more money than me. Then she proceeded to pull down her little shorts and panties and showed me her pussy and said this was the last time I would ever see her pussy and I better get on my knees and kiss it goodbye. At this point I was so aroused seeing her hypnotic pussy, I dropped to my knees in front of her and kissed her pussy lips. Then told me I was such a corno (the word for cuckold in Portuguese) and pulled up her panties and shorts, took her bag and left. I hope you can use my cuckold story for your blog. I know if you post it, just reading it on your blog will make me feel weak and humiliated.
Cuckoldress,
Here is my sad pathetic story about how I got cuckolded by my girlfriend. My girlfriend is always talking about celebrities and loves to read celebrity blogs and especially comments about interracial relationships. She watches the Kardashians reality tv show and then tells me how much Kim and Khloe love big black cock and that she’s seen black cock pictures on the internet and they look so huge. When she tells me this, my whiteboy dick starts to shrink in fear, but then gets hard, knowing how excited she is by black men and their big cocks. One night we had a fight while we were out at a club, we’d been drinking. Whenever she drinks, she gets a little crazy. I shouldn’t have left her there alone, but I did. I knew she could get home to our apartment in a taxi so I wasn’t worried. Well, she didn’t roll in till about 6 a.m. It was light outside and she looked like a ragdoll. Her hair was all messed up, her dress was like, I looked at it and realized her tight black dress with laser cut slits was on backwards. Her stockings were gone. She had no lip gloss left on her lips. She said she needed to take a shower. I could smell rum on her breath when I kissed her, she had been been drinking rum and diet cokes all night. But I also swore I could smell something saltier, like sweat or cum or something.
So I went back to bed and lay there. She took her shower then came in the bedroom. She had popped on one of her little sleep t-shirts and climbed into bed. I tried to have sex with her, but she pushed me away and said she was too tired. Later that morning, but close to noon, while she was still sleeping, her cell phone was vibrating like off the hook. She doesn’t keep her cell phone locked down, so I thought, shit, I’ll check her text messages. Some are from her girls wanting to know if she’s ok, and the others are from a number I don’t recognize. “Is your pussy sore? Want some more of this?” “Wakey wakey taste the bakey.” And then there was a picture of a big black cock. Staring at me on her phone. I wanted to throw the phone against the wall, but instead I jacked off right next to my girlfriend imagining her tight little pussy getting fucked by that huge black cock. Now what do I do?
Cuckolded by a cell phone photo of a BBC
Dear Cuckoldress,
When I bought a new BMW, some girls I know wanted me to take them out clubbing in my new car. They told me I had to be their designated driver and I wasn’t allowed to drink. I didn’t dream that I was going to be cuckolded by hot girls. That night I also had to pay all the door charges and drinks for everyone, even some of their hottie BFFs they ran into. I’ll admit I’m not the hottest guy around by any stretch. I’m kind of nerdy, skinny, pale and wear glasses, but I make a lot of money as a software engineer and the BMW was a reward to myself. I mistakenly thought that in exchange for driving around these girls and paying for everything, at least one of them would flirt with me, but all they did was talk to each other and text and ignore me. Still, just being around three hot chicks all night was giving me a stiffie. Then as the girls got more drunk, they started flirting with other guys at the last club we went to and two of them even split and went home with those guys leaving me with Kyra.
I fantasized that Kyra would be really drunk, horny and want me, but when I was driving her back to her place, all she was doing was texting other friends the details about her two friends who were hooking up. Then Kyra told me as we were getting back to her place was that we should swap cars for the rest of the weekend. Her Hyundai for my BMW. She said she loved the way my new car smelled and she wanted to drive it around and would drop it off Sunday night. I thought I might score some pussy on Sunday night when she brought my BMW back, so I let her have the keys and drove her older Hyundai back home. Then I just jerked off imagining getting some pussy, because of the new BMW. Well, it’s been a week since I’ve seen my BMW. I keep calling and texting Kyra, but all she does is text me back that “you can keep driving the Hyundai cuz it’s what you deserve”. And I feel so powerless and weak. I’ve been masturbating like a cuckold all week thinking about Kyra driving my car and maybe taking her friends out in my car. I think this is what you wrote about on your other blog and called it “car cuckolding”. Plus I know if I call the cops, they will just laugh at me. The pathetic thing is I told all my friends I bought a new Bimmer and they’re like where is it and I lied and said there were some problems with it and it’s being fixed and I’m driving a rental car! I’m so humiliated. I know I’ve been cuckolded by hot girls, even if in this definition of cuckolding, they are ignoring me and driving my car and possibly using my car to go out and hook up with other guys.
signed by,
weak and cuckolded
Cuckoldress Sara,
I have to confess something about one of my neighbors. We live in a very upscale neighborhood of executive homes where most of the homes border a private golf course. You know the big McMansions with well manicured lawns, swimming pools, SUVs or luxury cars in the driveways. Well, a few of my other neighbors and my wife and I thought one of our neighbors, the X’s (don’t want to reveal their last name) were into drugs. Why? We kept seeing 3 nights a week (at least), the same black guy stop over and leave after about an hour, maybe less. We thought he was a drug dealer and our neighbors were buying drugs from him. Talk about racial profiling. We were guilty! But, our neighbors didn’t seem like the type to do drugs. The wife is smoking hot, blond, big fake boobs, sexy as hell, and owns a business where she imports hair extensions from China and makes a mint. The husband was an executive a large corporation, kind of overweight and wimpy and lost his job in the economic downturn. But the wife’s business was going like gangbusters, so they weren’t in any danger of losing their home. Finally, one of the nosiest of our neighbors asked the blond hot wife what the deal was with their black “friend” and the blond hot wife laughed and revealed he was her black bull lover! So she was a cuckoldress and her wimpy out of work hubby was a cuckold! Then the word got out that this was a blacks on blonds cuckold sex relationship. We all felt guilty for thinking the black guy was a drug dealer and not a well hung black bull taking care of the sex needs of the blond cuckoldress!
Signed,
Feeling Guilty
