Bad advice

by KimberliteX

Rating: mature
Tags: Alternate Universe, Equestria Girls, Porn, Sex, Fetish, Twilight Sparkle (EqG), Slice of Life, Flash Sentry, Anon
Length: 7908

I thought the psychologist would try to force me to give up my desires in bed. Instead, she helped me persuade Twilight to be open-minded. But I'm not sure it was for the best...

Hello. My name is Anon, and I have a beautiful, lovely girlfriend named Twilight. We're both students. She loves me, but she is very prim, and we have some conflicts and misunderstandings in our bedroom. One day, Twilight asked me to visit a psychologist with her to fix our relationship.

She booked an appointment with Tree Hugger, a fellow student at our university who was doing her practical training as a psychologist.

I thought this would be a waste of time and that the psychologist would try to force me to give up my desires in bed. Instead, she helped me persuade Twilight to be open-minded.

I'm not sure it was for the best...

Published 2024-08-05 18:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2024-08-10 13:16:46 UTC

Chapter 1. At the psychologist's.

Author's Note

Twilight + Anon, Twilight + Flash

Tags: Femdom, F/M, M/M(in future), Humiliation, Masochism, Rimjob, Forced Submission, Feet, Oral, Cuckold, Netorase, NTR, Crossdressing, Sissification (After 5 chapter)

WARNING: contains Netorase!!! (After 3 chapter)

All characters are adults or have 18+
100% of the text is written by a human

Chapter 1. At the psychologist's.

Tree Hugger, the psychologist with long, reddish-orange hair and a serene presence, sat across from us with a blue pen delicately held between her teeth. Her gentle eyes scanned our faces before settling on Twilight.

"So, why don't we start by talking about what brings you two here to me today?" Her eyes moved between Twilight and me as she started.

Twilight's cheeks turned slightly red. "Well, Anon has... some fetishes that make me feel uncomfortable," she said with a slightly wavering voice. "For instance, he likes, um, licking... certain places of my body that I find really gross and inappropriate. I mean my pussy,... my ass…"

Tree Hugger nodded slowly. "Okay, I see. And how does that make you feel, Anon?" She asked with a soft smile, his eyes twinkling with curiosity.

I tried to find the right words to answer. "I... I've always been attracted to those places of the female body. This is what turns me on so much... I think it's natural for men."

Tree Hugger nodded thoughtfully. "Twilight, how does it make you feel when Anon expresses these desires?"

Twilight fidgeted slightly, her eyes avoiding mine. "It makes me feel... awkward. I love Anon, but I just can’t get used to the fetishes he asks for."

Twilight looked at me, her eyes pleading. "I just want you to be more...normal. More dominant... Please."

Twilight turned to Tree Hugger. Her irritation was evident on her face. "I want him to stop asking for these stupid fetishes. It's just too much for me. Please, Tree Hugger, help me convince him to stop!"

Tree Hugger, ever calm, suddenly asked. "Twilight, can I ask you something? Do you believe in God?"

Twilight's brow furrowed, clearly not expecting the turn in the conversation.

"Yes, I believe in the Goddess Luna. She's the princess of the night, the guardian of dreams, deity of creativity and my inspiration." Twilight said with enthusiasm.

"Luna isn't just the goddess of the night; she's known for indulging in some... pervert behaviors with her followers."

Twilight looked surprised, her brow furrowing further. "I've heard some things, but I never really paid attention to them," she admitted. "I always saw Luna as a powerful deity. I've admired her for her wisdom and creativity, not for... things like that."

Tree Hugger continued, "Luna, as a deity of creativity, embraces the entire spectrum of desires and fantasies. She's known for indulging in the wishes of her followers. She visits them in their dreams, often having sexual relations with them. She even has the ability to sense their hidden fantasies, fulfilling them in ways they might never dare to imagine in the waking world."

Twilight shifted uncomfortably, memories flickering in her eyes. "I... I think I know what you mean," she admitted hesitantly. "There was one dream... Luna appeared, and she... she made me her slave."

Tree Hugger nodded encouragingly. "Go on, Twilight. It's important to explore these feelings."

Twilight's cheeks flushed as she continued, her voice barely above a whisper. "She forced me to lick her smelly feet. They were dirty, and I felt humiliated... but I couldn't resist my goddess. And I remember... I liked it."

"In the waking world, Luna is known for her voracious sexual appetite. She has a reputation for being quite the... pervert," Tree Hugger added.

I leaned in, fascinated by the revelation. "So, Twilight, maybe it's not so strange that I have my wishes. Even the goddess you believe in indulges in similar things."

Twilight's eyes met mine. "I never thought of it that way. Luna's always been this distant, powerful figure…Maybe..."

Twilight hesitated. She considered Tree Hugger's words. The weight of the conversation hung in the air. After a moment, she gave a small nod. Her eyes reflected uncertainty and curiosity. "Maybe you're right. I need to understand your desires better. I'll try to be more open-minded like Luna."

Tree Hugger's lips curled into a soft smile. It was another of her quiet triumphs as a psychologist. "That's a good start, Twilight. You know, relationships are about balance. You could ask Anon to fulfill your wishes in exchange for his. It's all about give and take, mutual satisfaction."

Twilight's eyes showed a flicker of uncertainty. "I suppose you're right," she admitted, glancing at me.

"But... I don't have any fetishes," Twilight added quickly, almost apologetically.

Tree Hugger chuckled softly. "It doesn't have to be a fetish, Twilight. You can ask for anything that makes you feel happy, loved, or wanted."

Twilight bit her lip, considering these options. "I will think about it, but I still don't want to do anything that makes me feel wrong."

I smiled, feeling relief and happiness wash over me. The session with Tree Hugger had been more productive than I’d hoped. Twilight's willingness to consider my desires, even a little, felt like a significant step forward.

We walked back into our apartment. There was a silence between us. Twilight seems quieter than usual, clearly still processing everything we had discussed. I wondered if she was now ready to explore my desires.

The next evening, after dinner, Twilight was sitting on the couch. Her nose was buried in her book. I made up my mind and sat beside her, placing my hand on her soft leg.

"Twi,” I began, my voice shaking a little, "can we talk for a minute?"

She looked up from her book. Her eyes were showing a hint of nervousness. "Sure, Anon."

I swallowed hard. "I'd like to ask you. Would you like to try something new with me?"

Twilight signed, setting her book aside. "Oh, not this again... What is it this time?" She looked up at me with a nervous expression.

I took a deep breath. "I want to lick your dirty anus after you've pooped." I finally blurted out.

Twilight's eyes widened in shock, and she recoiled with disgust. "Anon!... That's absolutely disgusting!... I can't believe you'd even ask me that... You really are an idiot sometimes! You know that?!"

A wave of shame and regret washed over me. "I'm sorry, Twi. I never meant to upset you."

She looked at me. "Anon, I love you, but this is too much for me. I can't understand why you ask something like that!" Her discomfort clearly written on her face.

I felt the sting of her words cut deep. "I... I know it's hard to understand, but the possibility of being humiliated by you like that... it really turns me on, Twi," I explained quietly, trying to make her understand. "It's a deep, intense fantasy I can't shake off."

Twilight sighed. The conflict was evident in her expression. "Anon, it's difficult for me to even think about this. But, I remember what Tree Hugger said about embracing each other's desires."

Twilight tried to reconcile her feelings with my request. I took a moment to gather my thoughts before speaking.

"If I'm left my feelings like this... you know.. unsatisfied... I'm worried." I said, letting the concern seep into my voice. "What if Goddess Luna visits me in my dreams? And she definitely will read my unsatisfied desires. What if she "forces" me to... to lick HER unwiped anus?” I let the fear in my voice be heard, hoping it would persuade Twilight.

Twilight's face paled, clearly unsettled by my mention of Luna. "You think Luna would do that?" She asked, her voice tinged with a hint of fear.

The image of Luna, her inspiration, also being a symbol of unrestrained desires, unnerved her. A pang of jealousy stirred within her, surprising her as she realized she was feeling threatened by her own goddess, who might fulfill the desires with Anon she hesitated to even consider. She shifted uncomfortably on the couch, grappling with these new and conflicting emotions.

"I... I don't want you to be in a dream with my Goddess Luna, Anon" she thought inwardly.

"I think she might," I replied earnestly. "You know, Luna can sense unsatisfied desires."

Twilight took in my words, the weight of the situation sinking in. She paused, fingers absently tracing the edge of her book. Finally, she spoke, "Anon, I want a boyfriend who's more dominant, not submissive. That's what I need. But your desire to be humiliated... it goes against that. What about my feelings?"

Twilight's words lingered in the air, creating a palpable tension between us. The only sound was the faint noise of the evening outside our window, emphasizing the heavy silence.

I finally broke the quiet, trying to find a compromise. "Twi, maybe you can ask me for something else in return, anything you want."

She looked into my eyes, searching for sincerity. Biting her lip, she seemed to ponder my offer. "Anything?..." she asked, a hint of curiosity finally breaking through her initial disgust.

"Yes, anything," I affirmed, hoping to guide her towards compromise.

Twilight seemed to be wrestling with her discomfort and her desire to be open-minded. Her fingers tapping rhythmically on the cover of her book. After a moment, she sighed. "Anon, I was thinking about being open-minded," she started. "But I have one condition."

My heart raced with excitement, feeling like I had won a very big victory. "Anything, Twi. What is it?"

She gave me a small, tentative smile. "I'm tired of washing dirty dishes every night. If you take over that chore permanently instead of me, I'll... I'll consider fulfilling your... stupid desires."

I hadn't expected such a straightforward request, but the thought of Twilight becoming more dominant and lazier, even if it meant extra chores for me, was too enticing to resist.

Her use of the word "stupid" stung, but I nodded willingly, recognizing the gravity of the trade-off she was proposing. "It's a deal, Twi. I'll handle the dishes from now on. No more dishwashing for you."

She sighed, a hint of relief softening her expression, though her eyes still showed a flicker of doubt. "Yes, but you need to understand, Anon. I'm doing this because I love you very much!"

I reached out and took her hand, feeling warmth spread through me. "Thank you, Twi."

She gave me a small, hesitant smile. "You're welcome, I suppose."

Chapter 2. Wish.

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Chapter 3. Dirty Dishes and Desires.

Once the floor was clean, I headed to the kitchen, where a sink full of dirty dishes awaited me. I started washing them, trying to shake off the awful taste of Twilight's shit and the bitter regret still lingering on my tongue — a harsh reminder of the line I'd crossed.

I heard the soft sound of Twilight's footsteps approaching. When I turned, I saw her standing by the fridge, pulling out a chocolate ice cream bar on a stick. She unwrapped it slowly.

She brought the ice cream to her lips, teasing it with a small, deliberate lick. Her tongue flicked across the surface. Then she took a bigger bite. A trace of chocolate clung to her lips, but she didn't seem to notice. Her eyes avoided mine.

"I... I think I went too far, didn't I?" she said apologetically.

I looked up, meeting her eyes. "It's okay, Twi,"

"I'm sorry," she continued, her voice thick with regret. "I got carried away, and I regret that. Can you forgive me? I didn't really want to humiliate you."

Her words, filled with affection and regret, washed over me, soothing the earlier sting of degradation. She reached out, her fingers lightly brushing against my arm. "I love you more than anything, and hurting you is the last thing I wanted."

Her reassurance calmed the turmoil inside me. The tension in my shoulders eased. But as the regret subsided, lust began to stir within me once more.

I replied. "Don’t apologize. I... I love it when you are bad to me. I love your bad behavior. It’s just... part of the game, isn't it"

Her face fell slightly, a flicker of disappointment passing through her eyes. It was clear she had hoped for a different response, one that mirrored her own regret. Yet, she took a deep breath, nodding slowly. "Okay," she said quietly, her acceptance mingling with concern. "As long as it’s what you really want."

She smirked, a dangerous glint in her eye. "Then maybe I haven't been harsh enough."

She leaned in, her breath cold from ice cream against my ear as she whispered, "So, you like it when I treat you like a pathetic pervert? Is that what you want, Anon? For me to be even worse? Like that?"

My pulse quickened as I heard those words. "Yes, Twi. The way you looked at me with disdain — it drives me crazy."

She leaned against the counter, licking the ice cream again. "You know, I could really get used to dumping my work on you. Do you have more fetishes, dear? A princess like me shouldn't have to lift a finger," she obviously joked, but her tone made me doubt it.

Twilight's smile was wicked as she took another slow, deliberate lick of her ice cream. "Maybe your tongue wants to be my toilet paper after every time I piss, or maybe your mouth wants to be my toilet?" she mocked, her voice thick with sarcasm and dominance.

I felt my penis stiffen and grow, reacting to her teasing.

Twilight glanced at my pants, but her expression now filled with frustration. "I wish I had a dominant, strong boyfriend... Why don't you want to be him? You should at least try to dominate over me once. Do you think you could handle that? We could try once." Her voice was tinged with disappointment, her eyes searching mine for answers.

"I... I might have a few more fetishes," I admitted, hesitating before continuing. "One of them is... well, it's a cuckold fetish."

Twilight's eyes narrowed as she tried to wrap her head around what I had just said. Her frustration was palpable, and I could see she was struggling to understand.

"Oh. Again, you're again suggesting something I don't like." she snapped, crossing her arms. "Cuckolding? So, what is it? Is it like swinging? I won't let you fuck another girl!" Twilight's voice rose, the anger and confusion clear.

"No, it's not exactly like swinging," I reassured her quickly. "It's more about, um, watching a girl with another guy. The thought of seeing you with someone else... it turns me on." The words felt heavy.

Her eyes widened and her face showed disbelief. "Wait! Do you want me to be with another guy?! And you just want to watch? Are you serious?! Anon?!" she exclaimed, barely holding back her laughter.

I nodded silently.

Her expression shifted to one of complete disgust, and it made my heart sink. But I had to try and explain it, even if it meant risking her anger. "I know it sounds very weird," I admitted. "But the idea of you being desired by someone else... It's a strange turn-on for me."

Twilight was clearly not impressed. "So, you want me to just sleep with someone else while you watch? And how is that supposed to make me feel? Do you really think I'd be comfortable with that?"

I looked down, avoiding her eyes. "I know it's not something you're really into. It's just... it's my silly fantasy. I don't expect you to actually do it. I just thought... maybe we could talk about it a bit."

She sighed. "Anon. I never imagined you'd want something like that from me. First, you wanted to lick my unwiped... well, you know. And now this? As if you don't even care about my feelings at all... I want a dominant boyfriend, who can make me feel happy and protected. Not someone who wants to watch me have sex with other guys. Why would you want that? I don't understand how this can turn someone on?"

Her words cut deep, leaving me feeling guilty. "I'm sorry, Twilight. I just wanted to be honest about my fantasies, even if they seem... weird."

She stared at me with a serious expression. "Anon, I don't know if I can do that," she said in a softening tone. "It just feels off, and to be honest, it kind of makes me laugh," she admitted. "I love you, but I can't imagine being with anyone else, not even for... your silly fantasy."

Her eyes bore into mine. "Anon, I just wanted a normal relationship, you know? No more of these kinky fantasies!" she exclaimed, her voice sharp. "I can't believe you'd even suggest me something like that!!"

I winced at her words, feeling the sting of her refusal. "I'm sorry, Twi," I muttered again, looking down at the dirty dishes.

"Honesty is good, but this..." she said, grabbing her head. "This is too much for me! You need to understand that not all fantasies are okay."

I nodded, feeling a bit down. "I know, I get it. I just...." I’d lost this battle.

Twilight noticed my mood.

With love in her eyes, she leaned in and kissed my cheek. Her touch was warm and comforting. "Just no more fetishes, okay?"

"Okay," I agreed, smiling back at her.

Twilight gave me a small happy smile.

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Chapter 4. The Romantic Dinner.

Next week, I kept my promise and took over the dishwashing duties. Twilight didn't say anything about it, but I could tell she liked that. I wanted to bring up the cuckold fetish again, but the fear of her reaction kept me silent. I decided to create a special evening that might set a more comfortable stage for the conversation.

Friday evening was all about setting the perfect dinner.

I set the table with her favorite dishes. The room now was filled with the delicious aroma. I also placed a bottle of red wine, and a vase of fresh pink tulips – her favorite flowers.

I turned on soft instrumental music which played in the background from our favorite radio station, Princess Luna (http://luna.ponyvillefm.com/listen/lunaradio/radio.mp3), through my smart speaker, creating a romantic atmosphere.

As I finished setting the table, I heard the front door open. Twilight was home from the university. She stepped into the dining room. Her eyes widened in surprise as she took in the room.

"Wow, Anon," she said. A smile spreaded across her face. "This is... amazing. But what's the occasion?"

I walked over to her, led her to the table. "I just wanted something special for you today," I said, smiling. "You've been studying so hard, and I thought we could relax and enjoy a nice evening together."

We sat down at the table and started eating. Twilight chose the Greek salad first. She picked up her glass, then took a small, hesitant sip.

She moved on to the main course — her favorite baked eggplant rolls stuffed with ricotta and spinach, topped with a Saffron Masala sauce. She seemed genuinely touched by the effort I had put into the evening, her eyes lighted up with delight.

Between bites, she looked up and smiled at me. "This is incredible, Anon," she said in a warm and appreciative voice. "You really outdid yourself." She took another sip, a little bigger this time.

"I'm glad you like my baked eggplants. I know You like it." I replied. "And I did my best. You deserve a little pampering tonight."

Twilight smiled, and our conversation flowed smoothly. I poured her another glass. Her eyes sparkled more with every sip.

After dinner, we moved to the couch. I felt nervousness. The conversation I planned to have looming in the back of my mind.

Twilight looked up at me. "It's been a while since we had a romantic dinner."

I smiled, watching her relaxed and slightly tipsy state. "I wanted to make this tonight special." I sat down next to her. This moment was right to take the next step in my plan. I felt a growing desire to be closer to her.

I leaned in and kissed her. Her lips pressed against mine.

As the kiss deepened, I could taste the wine on her tongue. I pulled back slightly, looking into her eyes.

I leaned in closer, my lips brushing against Twilight's ear, "Twi, I want to make you feel good tonight. Can I... lick you down there?"

She hesitated, looking into my eyes. "Anon, I'm not sure... I'm a bit dirty down there. It's been a long day, and it's... smelly."

I smiled at her, reassuringly. "I don't mind, Twi. I want to taste you."

She looked at me. Her eyes were full of uncertainty. After a while, she nodded. "Okay..."

She spread her legs and lifted her skirt, giving me a seductive view. I reached for her pink panties. I slid them down, revealing her hairy, wet pussy to me. The scent hit me immediately — sweaty, with a hint of urine, and undeniably arousing.

My penis reacted immediately.

I looked up at her and saw nervous anticipation in her eyes. "Twi, you smell so good. Don't worry." I murmured.

I leaned in, pressing my lips to her wet, hairy, forbidden folds. The taste was slightly salty, and utterly intoxicating. My tongue explored every inch of her vagina, savoring her fluids mingled with the scent of her urine from the day. I delved deeper. Twilight let out a soft gasp.

Her moans grew louder. Her hands were tangling in my hair as she pulled me closer. "Anon... that feels... so good," she whispered, her voice breathy and full of need.

Between licks, I said, "You know, Twi, a beautiful girl like you must have plenty of admirers. Any boys trying to flirt with you at the university?"

Twilight let out a laugh. Her fingers tightened in my hair as she pushed her hips closer to my mouth. "Oh,.. please," she murmured, her voice slightly slurred from the wine. "Some boys try to flirt, but I always shut them down. They don't interest me."

I glanced up at her, catching the slight flush on her cheeks and the way her eyes were half-closed in pleasure. "Really? No one at all?" I asked again. I loved the idea of other guys wanting her and wanted to keep talking about it.

Twilight shook her head, a soft moan escaping her lips as I found a particularly sensitive spot. "No... you're the only... one for me, Anon," she whispered.

I kept kissing and licking her pussy, my curiosity about her past growing with each flick of my tongue. A deep dark desire pulsed between my legs, demanding that I keep going and ask her more.

Between licks, I asked again, "Twi, have you... been with other guys before me?"

She hesitated, her breathing ragged as I teased her clit. "Yes," she whispered, almost inaudibly. "I... I dated Flash Sentry and Timber Spruce before you."

Hearing their names ignited a surge of jealousy. My cock strained painfully, growing harder against my underwear. "What happened to them?" I asked. The thought of her with other men was incredibly exciting.

Twilight let out a soft moan. "Flash... he dumped me after our first date," she said, her voice carrying a touch of old hurt. "He said I was too awkward and not his type."

The thought of her ex using her stung me, but it made me even more determined to please her. I pressed my tongue deeper, savoring her taste as she gasped, her fingers gripping my hair tighter. "And Timber?" I prompted, sensing that this conversation was making her even wetter.

"Timber... he found someone else," she confessed. "A blond girl with... bigger breasts. He said I'm a board and a log in the bed."

The thought of her being compared and found inferior twisted my heart. "He's a fool." I said. "You're beautiful. Inside and out."

Twilight let out a soft giggle, but I could feel her getting wetter with each word. The conversation was clearly affecting her, making her more aroused.

"You're getting wetter just talking about them," I teased her. "Does thinking about your exes turn you on, Twi?"

She let out a laugh, her cheeks flushing even more. "Maybe a little," she admitted. "But you're the one I want, Anon. You're the one who's here, making me feel so good. Anon... I feel so... turned on talking about this."

I could feel her vaginal fluid increasing on my tongue, her arousal palpable. Just what I wanted.

"Well, they're both idiots. You're so beautiful, Twi," I whispered. "And I'm so lucky to have you all to myself."

I couldn't resist asking, "Twi, did you ever... you know, with your ex-boyfriends? Did you have sex with them?"

Twilight hesitated, her breathing uneven. "Yes," she finally confessed. "I... I had sex with Flash Sentry on the first date with him."

The confession seemed to stir lust within her, making her even more wetter. "What was it like? Was his cock bigger than mine?"

The taste of her fluids was intoxicating, and I pressed my tongue deeper, eager to hear more.

"Yes... bigger, a little fatter..." She said, her eyes glazing over as she remembered with pleasure. "It wasn't anything special. We went to dinner at this fancy restaurant, and he was so arrogant. He talked about himself the entire time, barely letting me get a word in. And then, when the bill came, he just sat back and expected me to pay for it. He ordered the expensive dishes."

She paused, a look of distaste crossing her face. "He was such an asshole. He used me for a free meal and then... then he fucked me in his car afterward." The words came out with disgust and regret, and I could sense the pain in her voice.

I felt a pang of sympathy and anger for her. But the thought of her being with another man, especially someone who treated her so badly, was oddly arousing. "Can you tell me about his cock and how he fucked you? Did he... cum inside you?" I asked, my voice filled with need.

"We parked outside my home, and... and he just started touching me. I was too drunk and aroused to say no, and... He leaned over, kissed me hard, and then pulled off his pants... His cock was right there, thick, with pulsing veins, almost intimidating. The dickhead was swollen and dark. I couldn't help but stare..."

"He pushed me onto the back seat of the car, spreading my legs wide. And then he pushed his dick inside me. I gasped, it hurt a bit at first, but then... then it felt good. He was so big, stretching me, filling me completely."

Twilight moaned softly, her eyes closing as she relived the moment. "It felt... overwhelming. He was rough, thrusting hard and fast. I remember gripping the seat, trying to hold on as he fucked me."

She shivered at the memory, her body reacting to the retelling.

My mind raced with the image, my own arousal growing stronger. "What happened next?" I asked. My breath was hot against her pussy.

Her eyes were closed, lost in the memory. "He fucked me hard, fast, like he was trying to prove something. And yes, he came inside me, filling me up. I remember feeling it, warm and thick, and I knew it was wrong and I could get pregnant, but I couldn't stop myself from moaning and wanting more."

I licked her more eagerly, I liked the image of her being taken by another man. "Did you like it?" I asked.

She opened her eyes, looking directly at me. "I did, in that moment. But afterward, I felt used and dirty. He didn't even say goodbye. Just zipped up his pants and left me like trash. He treated me like shit."

"You're so wet, Twi," I murmured against her pussy. "Talking about this is really turning you on, isn't it?"

"You are an idiot!," she admitted. "I can't help it. My memory. It's making me so wet."

My mind swirled with curiosity. I wanted to know more about her exes, even if it was painful. Between licks, I decided to ask her again, "Twi, did you ever... have sex with Timber?"

Twilight hesitated. "Yes, I had a lot of sex with him too."

"Tell me more about him," I urged. "What did he do with you?"

Twilight took a deep breath. "He liked to humiliate me," she said, her voice trembling. "He'd make me get on my knees and lick his feet, smirking down at me like I was nothing. He'd push me further, telling me to crawl to him, then spread his legs wide. I'd have to lick his asshole while he laughed, calling me his dirty pathetic slut. And I did it, every single time, because... I loved him very much. I was happy with him, even though he treated me like shit. He made me feel... used, but in a way that made me want him more."

Twilight's eyes were distant, filled with a mixture of shame and longing. "He'd make me wear ridiculous outfits, things that barely covered me. Sometimes, he'd invite his friends over, and I'd have to serve them drinks, bending over just enough to give them a view. They'd laugh, whispering about what a good little toy I was."

Her words made my head spin. Her eyes met mine. "I miss him. I miss the way he made me feel, even if it was very degrading."

The thought of Twilight being dominated and humiliated by Timber made my arousal spike. My cock strained painfully against my pants as I licked her with renewed intensity. The conversation affected her too, and she became even wetter.

A daring thought crossed my mind. "Twi, have you ever thought about seeing them again? Flash or Timber, I mean."

Twilight looked down at me with surprise. "Why would I do that?" Her confusion was clear in her voice. "I told you they both treated me like shit."

I swallowed hard, feeling the weight of my next words. "I know, but... what if you could see them again, just to talk? Or chat online. You could send them a message." My heart raced as I spoke. I liked the idea of Twilight meeting her exes, maybe even seeing her in those old situations again.

She seemed to consider my words, her brow furrowing slightly. "Anon, are you serious? You want me to... talk with them? Why?"

I looked up at her, my voice trembling with anticipation. "I just... I want you to have more friends, to be more social," I said, but even I knew it sounded hollow. She narrowed her eyes, seeing right through me.

Twilight hesitated, her eyes flickering with uncertainty. "I don't know, Anon. It feels... weird. But...If you don't mind. I guess I could text Flash right now. Why not?."

With shaky hands from alcohol, she grabbed her phone. I watched her scroll through her contacts until she found Flash's number. She quickly typed out a message. Her fingers hovered over the screen before finally hitting the 'send' button.

I felt uneasy. The thought of Twilight talking to her exes, possibly meeting them, was terrifying, but incredibly exciting. I wanted it so badly.

A few moments later, her phone vibrated. She glanced at the screen. "He responded," she whispered. "He's surprised to read a message from me, but... he wants to meet up."

A surge of excitement shot through me. "Do you want to?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

Twilight bit her lip, clearly conflicted. "I don't know, Anon. This feels so... wrong."

She looked down at me. "You really want me to meet him?"

I looked up at Twilight. "Yes. Having friends is very important."

Twilight hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Okay, Anon," she agreed. "I'll meet him, but ONLY to talk."

Her phone buzzed again. She quickly opened the message. "He sent me a voice message," she said quietly.

"Play it please" I urged. My voice was trembling with anticipation.

Twilight hesitated for a moment longer, then pressed play.

"I honestly didn't expect a message from you again, especially after our last date. I thought you were too snobbish for that. You chose that loser boyfriend of yours. He can't satisfy you? You're probably stuck with that pathetic loser because nobody else wants you. I remember how you used to look at me, Twilight. How you wanted me. Do you miss my touch, Twi? I bet you still do. It's hilarious, really. Still the same pathetic, prissy loser as always, huh? But hey, if you're feeling desperate, you know where to find me."

Twilight's hands shook as she held her phone. "He... he insulted me. He said... I'm a pathetic loser," she said with a shaking, very angry voice. The sting of his words felt like a thousand tiny needles piercing her confidence.

The idea of my lovely Twilight being talked down to like that, Flash's sheer humiliating of her, rudeness of his words sent a wave of pleasure straight to my dick.

Without even touching myself, I felt a sudden, intense orgasm ripple through me. I let out a heavy moan.

Twilight looked at me, then glanced down, noticing the spot of cum that had appeared on my pants. Her eyes narrowed in disappointment. "Really, Anon? You came just from hearing that asshole insult me?" she asked, her voice was dripping with contempt.

I felt a wave of shame wash over me. "I'm sorry, Twi," I murmured. "I couldn't help it."

She sighed, shaking her head. "I can't believe it," she muttered sharply. "You're really a hopeless pussy, you know that?"

She picked up her phone, typing a quick response to Flash. She glanced at me with pure disdain. "Looks like I'll need Flash's help today, honey," she said, her drunken voice dripping with mockery now.

I looked at Twilight, seeing the determination in her eyes. Her words stung deeply, filling me with jealousy and fear. This was real, and it will happen.

Twilight stood up. "Sorry, but I'm going to meet him. You stay here, clean up this mess, and think about your behavior."

I watched her walk towards the door, the moment I'd fantasized about finally here. But I wasn't sure I liked it. Regret washed over me. The thought of her being fucked by Flash terrified me now. I should stop her, but I knew I couldn't — and part of me didn't want to.

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Chapter 5. The Taste of Her Night.

What had I done? What if she actually enjoyed her time with Flash? The thought of Twilight actually going to Flash made my stomach churn.

I needed a distraction. I forced myself to get up and started clearing the dining room. As I washed the dishes, I couldn't stop picturing Twilight with Flash. Was she really going to meet him? What would they talk about? Would they... do more than talk?

I should stop her. I felt regret gnawing at me. I needed to stop this now.

But as I reached for my phone to call her, I hesitated. Would she even listen to me? Would I ever have a chance to realize my cuckold fantasy after? My cuckold fantasy was too thrilling to resist and I put the phone down.

As the minutes ticked by, I watched some mindless TV series, but I couldn't focus. I kept glancing at the clock.

Was I really okay with this? My fantasy was always just a fantasy. But now it was real.

My thoughts kept going back to Twilight and Flash. Was she kissing him? Touching him now? What an idiot I was to let her go to that bastard!

Finally, I heard the front door open. I shut off the TV and quickly stood up, hurrying to meet Twilight.

She came in staggering, clearly drunk, and looking completely out of place. Her hair was disheveled. And her clothes were slightly wrinkled, as if she had been through a storm.

She stumbled toward me. Her eyes were glassy and unfocused. She tried to stay on the edge of the table.

"Flash... help me," she slurred, her words barely coherent. My heart twisted at the sound of his name. Did she think I was Flash? The realization hit me like a slap.

"Twilight, it's me," I murmured, but she didn't seem to hear. Her eyes were half-closed. She was lost in some drunken dream she was experiencing.

But before I could say anything else, she leaned in and kissed me. Her lips pressed against mine with surprising intensity, making my thoughts scatter.

I could taste the alcohol on her lips with a faint, unfamiliar scent. It took me a while to figure this out what it was. Cum. His cum! First, I felt a surge of anger and sadness well up inside me. The taste was unmistakable — unpleasant, salty.

She'd come back with the cum of another man on her lips, and she was kissing me with it. I couldn't help but continue kissing her. The realization sent a wave of pleasure straight to my penis, making it start to grow, despite the fact I had just had an orgasm earlier.

I don't like the taste of cum. I've even tasted my own, but I disliked it. But now, tasting the unpleasant saltiness from my lovely Twilight, I wanted more. I wanted to consume it all from her.

Twilight pulled back slightly, her eyes half-lidded and unfocused. "Walk me to bed, Flash," she murmured.

My heart ached at the sound of his name again on her lips, but I swallowed my feelings and nodded, guiding her towards our bedroom.

As I laid her down on the bed, she pulled me close, her voice a soft whisper. "You... you were amazing tonight," she mumbled, her words barely coherent. "Better than... than that loser Anon."

Her words stung me.But at the same time, hearing her praise another man while humiliating me made my cock throb.

The taste of another man's cum still lingered on my lips. What had I done? Had I really wanted this?

As I laid Twilight down on the bed, her breathing slowed, and soon enough, I heard her soft snores. A strange curiosity bubbled up inside me. Could I do anything with her now?

I decided to take a closer look. Slowly, I began lifting the hem of her skirt. My heart pounded like a drum. The fabric revealed more and more, until I realized that she wasn't wearing any panties at all!

And as the skirt rose higher, I saw it — faint traces of his sperm, glistening in the dim light. It was undeniable, stark against the fabric, a silent testimony to what had transpired.

My eyes drifted to her vagina, still wet and slightly reddened. It confirmed what I had suspected — she had been with Flash tonight, and it was clear they had done much more than just talk.

She actually had sex with Flash! His arrogant penis had been inside her pussy! My mind reeled. I couldn't stop imaging his hands on her body, his lips on hers. And I felt a strange urge to masturbate.

I glanced at Twilight and a daring idea came into my mind. What if I put on her clothes? The idea thrilled me to the core.

Twilight's wardrobe was right there. The closet door was slightly open, alluring me in. I began to undress her, removing her skirt and shirt. The clothes were warm from her body and carried her scent.

Then, feeling a rush of boldness, I crept over to her closet. I rifled through her clothes, quickly found a pair of her pink cute panties. I picked them up, feeling the soft fabric between my fingers. I liked their lace trim around the edges and a small bow at the front.

I glanced back at Twilight to ensure she was still asleep. I hoped she wouldn't wake up and catch me in this shameful moment. Her gentle snoring reassured me. I slowly pulled the panties up my legs. They were small for me, fitting snugly and stretching tightly around my hips. My cock could barely fit into these tiny panties.

Then I reached for her skirt. When I pulled it on, I realized how short it was. The fabric felt foreign to my skin, and I could feel the cool air on my exposed legs. Adjusting the skirt, I felt a wet spot on the hem — evidence of the night she'd spent with Flash, her used pussy had left a telltale cum mark. The sensation was so unsettling.

I picked up her shirt, a light, white top that smelled faintly of her perfume with the scent of Flash's sweat. The thought of her being close to him, his scent lingering on her clothes, made my penis ache.

The shirt was too small for me. The fabric clung to my body, barely covering my chest.

Finally, I grabbed her shoes — simple flats that were a bit too small for my feet. I forced them on, wincing at the tight fit. Standing there, dressed in her clothes, I felt like an idiot, I couldn't deny I liked her clothes. I liked the forbiddenness of it. My cock throbbed uncomfortably against those tiny panties.

Suddenly I heard a soft whisper from the bed. My pulse quickened, fear coursing through my heart. Has she seen me? I glanced at Twilight. She stirred slightly.

What if she woke up? Would she be angry? Disgusted? Or maybe... intrigued?

Wearing Twilight's clothes felt surreal, almost like stepping into another world. The rough taste of Flash's cum was still on my lips.

I looked at the mirror, and the sight made me cringe. What was I even doing? The clothes were too tight. The skirt is too short. And the shoes pinched my feet. The idea had seemed exciting at first, but now it just felt foolish.

I looked utterly ridiculous. I felt like a little girl secretly playing a dress-up game in her mother’s room. A wave of shame washed over me.

But quickly another thought crept into my head. Maybe I did look silly, but who cared?!

I looked at Twilight. She was sleeping, snoring lightly from the alcohol. I turned back to the mirror, feeling a strange surge of confidence

I decided to try posing sexually. I tried to arch my back, stick out my hips, and pout. But instead of looking seductive, I looked like a caricature.

What if Twilight saw me like this? She’d be furious.

I tried to mimic the poses I’d seen in magazines. I glanced over my shoulder at the mirror. It felt ridiculous, but I couldn't deny I liked it a lot. I imagined myself as Twilight, flirting with another man.

Biting my lip, I bent over, spreading my legs and glancing back at the mirror. "This ass definitely needs a good cock," I thought to myself, shocked by my own thoughts. Why was I thinking this now? I’d never liked men before. Yet, there was a strange allure in this idea for me.

My fingers slipped beneath the waistband of my panties, brushing against the sensitive dickhead. I couldn't help but imagine a man's hands there instead — rough, demanding, taking what he wanted without hesitation.

I pictured strong hands gripping my hips, pulling me close, the heat of his breath against my neck. I imagined the weight of his body pressing me down, his sweat that drove me crazy. I had never been attracted to men, yet the fantasy had been so vivid, so consuming.

I couldn’t stop thinking about what would happen if Twilight caught me like this. I imagined her eyes widening in shock and then narrowing in anger. She'd probably yell at me, call me a complete degenerate.

The tightness of her skirt, panties, and the wet hem around my hips, combined with the softness of her shirt against my skin, felt so enjoyable. But I couldn't stand in front of the mirror all night. It was time to go back to her. I took one last look at my reflection before turning away.

The sight of Twilight lying there, naked and so available, still bearing his cum was intoxicating. It was wrong, but the urge was too powerful to resist. I climbed onto the bed, careful not to wake her.

I spread her legs, leaning in closer. The smell hit me instantly — her vagina carried the distinct scent of his sperm, mingling with the acrid tang of urine and, unmistakably, the faint odor of her shit.

I remembered, after today's dinner, when I had licked her pussy, her anus hadn't carried that scent. It had been clean, almost sweet in a way, just the normal sweat smell.

She’d devoured plenty of those baked eggplants I made and I suppose and they were definitely having an effect on her guts.

She must have pooped while she was with Flash and hadn't wiped herself properly!

My cock throbbed uncomfortably, straining against her panties at that image. The thought of Flash fucking her with her ass still dirty turned me on so much!

I started licking her slowly, savoring the forbidden taste, my tongue exploring every inch of her dirty anus and pussy.

Twilight shifted slightly in her sleep, her body reacting unconsciously to my ministrations.

My tongue flicked in and out of her wet folds. I glanced up, waiting to see if she’d stir. Twilight's eyes remained shut. A strange sense of disappointment washed over me. It was almost as if I wanted her to wake, to catch me wearing her used, sweaty clothes.

Why did I want her to wake up? To catch me like this? Part of me longed for that, to see her face flush with disgust and rage.

I inhaled deeply. The scent of the other man, the taste of Twilight's poorly wiped anus, the feel of her panties clinging to me — it all combined to push me over the edge.

The taste of her shit, the smell of Flash's perfume on Twilight's pussy — it was so addicting. I stroked myself faster.

With a moan, my cock started spasming in my hand. I watched as thick ropes of cum spurted out, splattering across the pristine sheets, creating a sticky mess on our bed.

The room was silent except for the sound of my heavy breathing and Twilight's soft snores. The scent of the other cum and her shit still lingered in the air. I felt the familiar shame again.

Feeling tired, I put her clothes off from me, and lay down into our bed. Twilight lay peacefully. I wrapped my arm around her warm naked body.

I couldn't help but wonder. Would she remember the night with Flash?

(To be continued)

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