Cuckolding My Ex Boyfriend into Financial Slavery

It has been at least 2 years since the last time me and my ex boyfriend spoke, let alone seen each other. I hadn’t really thought of him since we broke up. I was so busy and preoccupied getting my pussy fucked… and finally pleasured and satisfied, that I didn’t spare a single thought for the pathetic nerd. Then out of the blue, I bump into the bozo in the local supermarket. He hadn’t changed one single bit. In fact, if anything he seemed a lot more dorkier now, than he did when we dated.

The moment he caught sight of me, stood there tall wearing my skin tight navy blue jeans, knee high brown leather heeled boots and a skimpy little white top, his jaw practically hit the floor! He had always been a weak little slut for boots (probably the only thing I genuinely missed from the relationship itself, ordering him on all fours to lap away the filth and dirt from beneath my booted soles) I started to tap away with my heels on the hard concrete floor and could instantly see his erection begin to grow and show through his pants. I smirked and giggled as he blushed and tried to conceal his embarrassment, as well as his bulging dick from sight.

“Long time, no see Mikey - I can certainly see your pleased to see me, giggles. You’ve always been such a desperate weak whore when it comes to my boots though, haven’t you sweetie?! I can only imagine the kind of memories that are flashing back through your mind right now, those sordid little fantasies you are having that’s currently making your cock dribble!”

Walking towards him slowly, I whisper in his ear. “If you reallyyyy want to boy, I’ll allow you to worship these boots once again, down the alleyway outside but there will be conditions in place if you do.
See, I never told you when we were together but I ALWAYS wanted to cuckold you out. Have you locked in a cage whilst I went out on dates and got fucked by whoever and however many guys that I wanted… Coming home and making you worship my pussy with your mouth, performing oral sex to my satisfaction, as you are made to taste and clean away the spunk and jizz left behind by the blokes I have bedded that day/night”.

There was a distinct wet patch appearing where his erection bulged. He gulped down the lump that had formed in his throat and simply gasped “fuck yes”.

Grabbing ahold of his collar, I lead him out to the alleyway outside. Instantly I ordered “grovel” and he dropped to his knees. There’s nothing I enjoy more than seeing and hearing this little shit on his knees begging to lick my boots. I could feel how wet my pussy had become, it was dripping with my juice, mixed with the scent of the random guy I had shagged, literally 30 minutes before this unexpected encounter.

“Go ahead mutt, LICK” I gave the command and immediately he leapt like a starved dog, desperate for its meal. Between mouthfuls of dirt, dust and grit, I heard a few mumbled thank yous from the gimp. After about 5 minutes of him eagerly lapping away, I commanded him to stop and he did.

Without warning, I removed the boots from my feet, unzipped my jeans and slipped out of them. “Mmmm come here and press your nose against my pussy, inhale deeply. Can you smell that chump, that’s the scent of the leftovers of the hung fella I was on all fours for earlier, dick buried balls deep inside of me, banging me so fucking hard until we both exploded. Do me a favour and slip down my panties. Good boy, now lick my pussy like your fucking life depends on it, I want you licking every little crevice and crease…. And just to make sure I’m nice and clean, you can lick my asshole too. You know how cum gets out literally everywhere when it’s dripping out of a freshly shagged hole” :)

Obediently and with great effort shown, he obides. Removing my panties, he spreads my two rounded lips apart and buries he’s tongue deep inside, making me moan and shudder as he rolls his wet tongue, firstly across my clit, paying great care and attention to making me orgasm. Then I feel his tongue push deeper inside my tight freshly fucked pussyhole. Smiling to myself as he laps away the filth.

It was literally one of the hottest orgasms I have ever had… the power, the control, the sordidness that came with , made it all the more a turn on for me. Once I had pulled my panties and jeans up, I headed over to Mikey, “that’s going to be a regular thing you know… and seeing as I’m going to be a very busy girl in the dating scene, well it only seems fitting that you pay for the dates as well. So be a good little cucky and hand that credit card over :) I have another date scheduled in a few hours and I also have to find a suitable chastity cage for you in the meantime”.

Without saying a word, Mikey simply nodded and handed over his plastic card to me. Nodding as he did so, as if in acceptance of the future that lay ahead of him…. Oh if only he knew :)

This is just the VERY start, I have so much more in store for him and he is so blissfully unaware, Lol. I can’t wait to see how our cuckolding journey will develop and grow.