My Fucked Up Life
Copyright© 2026 by BethanyBelow
Chapter 1
Biography Sex Story: Chapter 1 - How my life has spiraled out of control as of late. My first attempt at writing and I am not sure how to catagorize it.
Caution: This Biography Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Coercion Consensual Reluctant Slavery Fiction Cheating Sharing DomSub MaleDom Rough Anal Sex
Alright you sick fuckers. Someone pissed me off tonight after I worked a 14-hour double. I haven’t been able to sleep so I am going to tell you something personal about myself. Its degrading and makes me feel like a worthless piece of shit. I want you to comment and tell me what you think so I can read all your replies and if they are good enough, I am going to masturbate to them like the fucking whore I have become. It’s up to you, blow my mind and get creative. I realize most of you won’t be able to get past the Neanderthal part of your male brains and try to command me to do something or call me a simple name or two. DON’T BOTHER. I am not here to be your internet slave bitch. As you will see, I have more than enough problems in my life that I don’t need to add any more to the mix. So get creative with how you talk to me or don’t waste my fucking time. I want to get off, not get a lecture.
Anyhoo, here we go...
My Boyfriend of two years is by and large a thoughtful, caring, loving and empathetic partner. He pretty much ticks all the boxes, has a good job, good looking, smart and he loves me. Sounds pretty amazing right? Well he isn’t perfect, he is not a model, or super tall. He is not looksmaxxing but I have always thought he was hot and he is he pretty good in bed. So what is the problem you ask? Well, I have been cheating on my boyfriend for the past 7months.
While my BF has been an amazing partner, I have been getting fucked by one of his oldest friends. A total asshole who I have never liked and always talked shit about. I always complained to my boyfriend about what a POS his friend is, how the women he dates are sluts and how he treats women like shit. I can’t tell you how many times I pushed my BF, telling him I don’t understand why he keeps him in his life. I know he has told the Asshole what I think of him to try and get him to act better around me.
Anyways back in Nov my BF got blackout drunk at a party which pissed me off and I in turn got drunk myself. I ended up in the upstairs bathroom getting fucked by his Grade A asshole friend while he was downstairs passed out on the couch. I did not just get fucked, I got destroyed and I came so hard it ruined me.
I spent the next few weeks crying, hating the asshole, hating myself, hating life, I blamed the booze, I blamed the Asshole, I blamed myself and I did everything I could think of to deal with my guilt and make it up somehow to my BF (though he has no idea I cheated on him with his friend). I finally broke down and like a stupid idiot “boss lady” who thought she was in control of the situation and herself, I called the Asshole so we could meet and talk so I could get closure. It did not really go that way however and he fucked me into oblivion again. This time I was sober. This time I did not have an excuse. This time it was all me that let it happen and now with reflection, I think I called him and met him not to get closure but because deep down I desperately needed him to fuck me again.
Since then, I have slowly thrown away any dignity and self-respect I used to have and I have been going over to his place and get fucked at least twice a week. When I have had my period, I still go over and he has used my throat. Recently he has started using my ass which I had never offered or allowed anyone before, but I gave to him because he told he was going to take it. He does not care about my shame or embarrassment like a loving partner, instead he gets off on it, and now I have discovered that I get off on it too.
We don’t talk, we don’t bond, or have post coutil snuggles and reflection. Nope, he opens the door, I walk in and start taking off my clothes and neither of us hardly says a word unless he is telling me where he wants me, how he wants me or mocking me over what a cheating POS I am. He fucks me until he is done with me and then I go home. I feel most the of the time my pleasure is purely an unintended side effect of his getting his rocks off. I mean I know he also gets satisfaction by making me cum, but he enjoys it because he knows how much I hate him and how little I think of him as a person, how much it hurts me to come begging at his door for him to bend me over and slam his cock in me. I know he loves that I will gladly demean myself to keep him fucking me.
I think the only nice thing he has ever said to me, was that I was the best piece of ass he has ever had. I know he has had a lot of girls and for some reason this makes me want to fuck him even better, to prove to him that I am the best piece of ass he ever will have. On an intellectual level it makes me sick knowing that dickhead has got me to judge my self-worth based on where he places me on the scale of sluts he has fucked. I know that in doing that I am just demeaning myself even more but at this point, I don’t fucking care.
As an example, my BF was out of town for a week in March and I could not get time off work and had to stay behind. I spent the whole week at the Assholes place getting fucked by him anytime I was not at work. He even got his roommate involved at one point which was another first for me (2 guys at once) when he came home early while we were fucking in the living room. The Asshole was pounding me doggy and did not let me disengage when his roommate walked in the door. I was basically cock drunk at that point and close to cumming and he told me to suck his roommate’s dick so that he would not tell my BF and I did what he told me without hesitation. Not because I wanted to protect my infidelity, but because needed him to keep fucking me and make me cum. The idea I was being coerced into doing it for any other reason just made the sex all the hotter. The roommate didn’t fuck me, there was no DP or porno scene, it was just me on my knees with terribly painful rug burns from the past 5 days of being fucked out of existence, trying to inhale his roommate’s cock into my lungs, while snot flowed out of my nose and drool poured off my chin. At one point the Asshole reached up and fishhooked me, (a term I did not know at the time and have only learned through research since). He held my mouth open with more spit, drool and snot flowing out of me, while his roommate violently fucked my face and my throat. Of course that was the moment I lost all control and I came! But I didn’t just cum, I felt like I went into another plane of existence and the moment felt like it stretched out for an eternity. I don’t remember anything after that until I woke up on his couch a could hours later looking like I had been living on the streets for a decade. Apparently I also lost control of my bladder and pissed myself while I was cumming, but I don’t remember that. I just was told by the Asshole that is happened and he was going to send me a bill for the carpet cleaning. God I am such a fucking whore.