The Slut & The Cuck: Book 1 - The Girl in the Red Mask

By Lilith Goode

Cassandra cheats on her husband. She can’t help it... it’s just who she is. The big question is whether her marriage can survive the revelations once her secret starts to get out. Cassandra thinks she might have found a way to have her cake and eat it too, but she’s racing against the clock. Sooner or later Tyler will find out that she’s the girl in the red mask, the one whose photos and videos documenting her sexual adventures have been showing up on the internet for years. The big question is how will Tyler react when he does discover her secret? Cassandra is working on a plan for when that happens, but she keeps getting distracted. So many men, so little time!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lilith Goode
• Release date: Oct 1, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215468593

Lilith Goode

I was born in Fort Lauderdale, Florida back before it became a parking lot running from Miami to Palm Beach. In an attempt to escape my five and a half million neighbors, cockroaches, and hurricanes, I moved to Sault Ste. Marie, Michigan, which lies on the Canadian border in Michigan's upper peninsula, in the mistaken belief that anyplace located on a large body of water would have a lot of seafood restaurants. Not being much of a sports person, I missed the somewhat obvious correlation that in order to have seafood restaurants, the body of water has to be an ocean and not a lake.My writing career, such as it is, began when my computer tragically died at a very young age. As background, I should tell you I've long been a fan of Hentai, which is basically anime styled porn, and my favorite meme is where a sweet and virginal young girl has her first sexual encounter and immediately turns into a stark, raving nymphomaniac.When my computer went to computer hell (Seattle, Washington) I had just finished reading an article describing how Japanese anime is influencing Western drawing styles and memes more and more, and had also just finished reading several of Adam Warren's 'Empowered' comics, (which, if you haven't already, you should definitely check out).Suddenly having lots of free time on my hands, (if you want to spark your creative juices I strongly suggest trashing your computer) I began to wonder what a story done in my favorite hentai meme (nymphomaniac, remember?) would be like.I envisioned a young virgin who, on her eighteenth birthday, dreams of a sexual encounter with a stranger and who, upon awakening, realizes it wasn't a dream. Following which, naturally, she turns into a sex-crazed maniac.At first that was the extent of it, but as time went on I kept thinking about what, exactly, that would entail, and finally had to write it down so I could keep track of it.That story has gone through many changes, and I'm still not ready to publish it, although I hope to someday, but it got me interested in writing. (I did recently publish the opening scene in a collection of short stories called "Pretty Little Sluts" as a bonus feature if you'd like to check it out.) Since my favorite subject is sex, I naturally turned to erotica.(I've been told that what I write isn't strictly erotica, as apparently my stories come with too much of something called 'plot.' I considered toning the sex down so I could sell them as straightforward fiction, but what fun would that be?)And I'm sorry, but I don't see the point in writing if you don't tell a story, so you'll just have to suffer through the myriad adventures my girls and gurls encounter as they bounce from one bed to another. Or the couch, desk, floor etc... I'm still trying to figure out how to write a sex scene on the ceiling, although I've come pretty close to it with Dove.Most of my early works were either centered around sexually 'enthusiastic' girls, or a little later, BBC loving ones, but for some time now I've been interested in trans girls. I blame Supergirl, and the lovely and talented young trans actress who was featured on that show. Because, let's face it, if I'm fascinated by the thought of a young girl transitioning from a virgin to a sex maniac after her first time, then the idea of a boy who does the same thing, sacrificing not only his 'cherry' but his male identity, is positively irresistible.(A friend once told me I was contrary. I argued with them, of course, but they have a point. I love stories or characterizations that challenge the rules or norms of society. What can I say? I'm just a troll at heart.)So, along with my usual fare, you'll find a lot of my more recent works feature sissies or trans girls. If you're not into that sort of thing, make sure you check my categorizations. Don't worry, you'll still find lots of sweet young nymphomaniacs and hot interracial sex among my other works.As always, I would be greatly appreciative of any feedback regarding my writing style that anyone would care to share with me, either directly at [e-mail] or by posting reviews of my works on-line wherever you purchased your edition. Also, good news for all you people out there who, like me, love free stuff. I'm not getting any younger, and I like the idea of people reading my books after I'm gone, so I've decided to make all of them free from now on, including any future ones. I've got about four I'm trying to finish up before that final visitor shows up knocking on my door, (including a cute takeoff on Grimms' Fairy Tales that I hope to have out in a couple of weeks) so keep an eye out for them. I'm not exactly clear on how it works, but I think if you either sign up for alerts or 'favorite' me you'll get notified when I publish something new, so you might want to do one or both of those things if you haven't already.XOXO,Lilith

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The Slut & The Cuck

Book One – The Girl in the Red Mask

Copyright 2023 - Lilith Goode

Published by Lilith Goode at Smashwords

This book contains scenes of an adult nature, including graphic sexual scenes, scenes depicting drug use, and obscene language. No one under the age of eighteen should purchase or read this book. All characters in this work are eighteen years of age or older.

Cover Image Credit 123RF

ISBN: 9798215468593

Cassandra cheats on her husband. She can’t help it… it’s just who she is. The big question is whether her marriage can survive the revelations once her secret starts to get out. Cassandra thinks she might have found a way to have her cake and eat it too, but she’s racing against the clock. Sooner or later Tyler will find out that she’s the girl in the red mask, the one whose photos and videos documenting her sexual adventures have been showing up on the internet for years. The big question is how will Tyler react when he does discover her secret? Cassandra is working on a plan for when that happens, but she keeps getting distracted. So many men, so little time!

TABLE OF CONTENTS

The Present – Part 1

The Freshman Years – Part 1

The Present – Part 2

The Freshman Years – Part 2

The Present – Part 3

The Freshman Years – Part 3

The Present – Part 4

The Freshman Years – Part 4

The Present – Part 5

The Freshman Years – Part 5

The Present – Part 6

The Freshman Years – Part 6

The Present – Part 7

The Freshman Years – Part 7

The Present – Part 8

The Freshman Years – Part 8

Epilogue

The Present – Part 1

Honey, no. Don’t you think you’ve had enough?

My husband swayed slightly as he replied, I’ll just be a minute.

I glanced nervously at the other occupant in the room. He was a stranger, albeit a handsome one. His smile displayed bright white molars set amidst the darkest skin I’d ever seen. His skin was so black it seemed to shine.

He’d been eyeing me all night, taking full advantage of the ample cleavage exposed by the plunging neckline on my super-tight red bodycon dress and how my long legs seemed even longer as they extended out from beneath the hem.

It was so short that it made it hard to conceal the fact that I wasn’t wearing any panties beneath it. Well, the large oval cutouts at my hips made that obvious anyway, but still. The dress was so short I kept imagining I could feel the breeze tickling my pussy.

The liquor stores are all closed.

I’ll find something. I need a beer.

I started to point out that he’d had plenty, but he was already opening the hotel room door. I watched nervously as it shut behind him.

Dante, the stranger my husband had made friends with at the bar, and who had accompanied us back to our room to smoke a joint and do a couple of lines, wasted no time moving from the little table he was sitting at, where we’d been doing the lines, to the bed where I was sitting.

I’d moved there partly to get away from him, not because he made me nervous, but because sitting so close to him at the table had made me so horny that I thought I could smell my own pussy expressing its desire for him. I now realized my strategic error, but I hadn’t expected Tyler to leave me alone with the good-looking stranger.

He didn’t say a word as he placed a huge hand on my thigh and pressed his lips against my neck. I had to admit, both felt good. At any other time I would have welcomed his advances.

I stopped his hand from sliding upward as I said, No. Please. What if Tyler comes back?

He won’t.

He shifted his hand to my breast as he pressed his lips against mine. Both his words and his actions demonstrated a level of confidence that I was instinctively drawn to. I’ve always admired boldness in a man. He had no fear of my husband, and he knew that despite my feeble protestations, I wanted him. I tried to move his hand away even as his tongue slid into my mouth.

I tried to tell him to stop, but my moan was one of desire, verging on need, as my own tongue began dancing counterpoint to his. He pulled me down onto the mattress and his other hand, the one not groping my tit, slid up the rear of my thigh to snake up under my dress.

The action rolled the bottom of the tight piece of clothing up until it was bunched around my midriff, leaving me naked from the waist down. I felt dizzy as he squeezed one of my butt cheeks.

I felt my legs spread apart, seemingly of their own accord, as he rolled on top of me. His cock felt like a baseball bat as it rubbed against my rapidly moistening slit.

I squirmed beneath him as he rolled one shoulder strap down to free my breast. When he moved his lips to it to nibble on my nipple, I moaned, Oh, Jesus! Okay! Yes! Just hurry!

My words must have been magic, because in moments my dress’s top was pushed down to my waist to join its bottom, turning the garment into what was basically a belt, leaving me essentially naked, and a second later so was Dante.

I vaguely wondered how he had managed that trick, but between the booze, the pot, the coke, and my rapidly increasing need to have the stranger’s cock inside me, my senses were somewhat blurred.

I closed my eyes and moaned again when he began rubbing his cockhead up and down my slit. I could feel my wings spreading apart to accommodate what felt like a tennis ball sized crown, and I had a fleeting thought that I hoped I would be able to get it in my mouth when the moment came before it pushed into my vagina.

I gasped in shock as it felt like it was dividing me in two as it entered me. I’ve enjoyed my share of big dicks, but this was amazing. Talk about something that hurts so good!

Oh, fuck!

I spread my legs further apart as he thrust his hips forward to push it further inside me. My eyes opened wide as I felt it burrow deeper.

Oh my God baby, that’s fucking huge!

He grinned proudly down at me as I moved my hands to his wrists, gripping them tightly as he thrust his hips again.

You like my big black cock?

Oh God, yes! Fuck yes! Fuck baby, fuck my little pussy with that big black cock!

I had stopped worrying about Tyler. To be honest, I’d forgotten all about him, lost in the feeling of Dante’s amazing cock as he slowly drove it deeper.

When he began pumping his hips back and forth, plunging his cock in and out of my by then sopping wet twat, slowly at first, I began rotating my own hips and thrusting them up to meet his advances.

Dante apparently approved of my efforts, because he said Fuck yeah, fuck that cock, just like that as he placed one of his huge hands on my breast to roughly squeeze it.

I moaned my own approval as our bodies began moving faster. Soon the moist sound of them impacting filled the room as my cries became increasingly louder, higher pitched, and inarticulate.

When I came I shrieked, a sort of high-pitched keening sound that probably set every dog in the neighborhood barking. My eyelids were fluttering while my head was twisting from side to side as my insides seemed to turn to goo.

The last thing I saw, just as Dante’s cock seemed to explode inside me when my cunt clamped down on it, when my whipping head turned towards the side of the room with the big picture window, was Tyler’s face pressed up against it.

His eyes seemed to sparkle and he was smiling as he watched us. I noticed he had his phone in his hand, holding it up, recording the event, as my mind seemed to explode into a million tiny jigsaw pieces that flew away into the night.

*****

When I came to, lying on my side, Dante was gone and Tyler was nowhere to be seen. I wondered if I had imagined it all.

Well, not Dante fucking me. The evidence of that was all around, from the huge wet spot created by the copious amounts of his cum that had leaked out of my pussy that I was laying in to the sweat cooling on my skin under the gentle breeze of the fan positioned over the bed, to the marvelous feeling of contentment I was experiencing, the one I always felt after a particularly good fuck that left me sated and sleepy.

I sat up and found a towel laying on the bed next to me that Dante had apparently retrieved from the bathroom while I’d been out of it. It was slightly damp, and I could smell his aroma on it as I wiped myself down.

I frowned as I thought that I would never get to suck his magnificent cock, to see what it felt like inside my mouth, and my throat. Or even to find out whether I could get it inside them.

I finished wiping myself down and then patted the wet spot on the blanket dry as best I could. I hoped Tyler didn’t notice it, but as drunk and high as he was I suspected he wouldn’t notice much of anything.

I’d barely finished when he walked in. I glanced at him and asked, Where’s the beer?

Nothing was open.

I stared at him suspiciously. Had I really seen him outside the window, watching as the handsome black man fucked me, recording it on his phone, or had it been my own drink and drug fueled hallucination? Obviously, I couldn’t just ask him.

He smiled at me, and for a moment I could see the young man he’d been when we’d first met. I’d always loved his smile. We’d met in college, on the first day of practice. He was the new recruit, a quarterback fresh from leading his high school team to a state championship, and I’d been a new cheerleader, fresh off of leading my high school squad to a regional one.

We’d had a lot in common. Both of us were young, preppy, spoiled, and arrogant, thinking we were at the top of the food chain because we’d always been up until that point, unaware that in the real world, or at least college’s slightly more grown-up version of it, we were both just starting out.

I’d been watching him on the field as he practiced, admiring his tight ass and trim belly, nicely exposed by the cut-off t-shirt he was wearing while he practiced his throws, getting his arm warmed up.

He’d winked at me as he’d run off the field when practice ended, and I’d loitered by the locker room door until he'd emerged. He’d said Hey and I giggled while playing with my hair.

We ended up in bed before the night was over, and he ‘loaned’ me his letterman jacket two weeks later, telling me I could borrow it until I earned mine. Two weeks after that, I cheated on him for the first time.

THE FRESHMAN YEARS: PART 1

Who cares? Tyler’s an asshole. Come to the party. It will be fun.

I clutched the tissue I’d been wiping my tears up with. They were equal parts anger at Tyler for flirting with the hot redhead at the party the previous night and frustration that I cared enough to cry about it. I’d had lots of boyfriends, but none that had ever made me cry before. If they displeased me, I’d always just kicked their asses to the curb and found a new one. The sensation of actually caring about a boy rather than viewing them as merely an accessory to my awesomeness was a disturbing development in my young life. Boy bling.

I giggled slightly at that thought, and that was when I knew I was going to be all right. I was eighteen years old, hot as hell, and was living on my own for the first time in my life. Why should I care what some idiot boy did? Even if he did have a really great ass.

I tossed the tissue into the wastebasket and said, You’re right. Fuck him. Let’s PARTY!

Kesha giggled back at me as she replied, That’s the spirit. We’ll get drunk and find you a new guy before the night is out. Let’s go to Sexy Me. We’ll pick out a couple of slut dresses and some fuck me pumps.

I’m in.

I made up my face and in a short time we were browsing the aisles of our favorite shop. Who needs boys when there are two-foot-long purple and white dildos as big around as a cantaloupe and shaped like tentacles? I giggled as Kesha picked one up and mimicked trying to fellate it.

Find me a boy hung like that and I’ll forget Tyler in a second.

No prob. We’ll just get you a black one.

What?

She giggled again as she said, Once you go black, you never go back!

Listen, Kesh, I’m not prejudiced but

Honey, if you add a but at the end of those words it means you are.

No, it doesn’t. People can have preferences.

You like jocks, right?

Yeah? So?

So you wouldn’t ever go out with a non-jock?

Of course not. A guy doesn’t have to be a jock.

And that’s the difference between a preference and a prejudice. You’re willing to consider someone outside your preference circle. You’re not willing to consider one outside your prejudice one.

I thought about it.

Shit. I’m prejudiced?

It looks that way. Have you ever had any black friends?

Sure. Lots of them. We had black girls on the squad who I hung out with, and black guys on the teams. We did things together. We partied at each other’s houses or us girls had sleepovers.

And you’ve never been attracted to any of them?

Well, not the girls.

We’ll work on that later. But the guys?

Well yeah, sure, some of them were pretty hot. But I’m from Mississippi. It’s just not done. At least, not by the kids I hung out with.

You’ve never known an interracial couple before?

There was this one guy and girl. He was a B-baller and she was part of the marching band.

We’ll do geeks later, too.

I giggled.

We talked about them a little. You know, just because it was strange.

No one hassled them?

Not really. I mean, sure, people made jokes, but no one like, beat them up or anything. I guess some of the kids might have had a problem with it, but he was pretty big. None of the guys went out of their way to rile him up, you know what I mean? And Dyana was all right. She was a little sweetheart. She came up to about his waist. Everyone liked her. I giggled again. I think we made more jokes about their size difference than their color. You should have seen them try to walk with their arms around each other.

So, your prejudice is more habit than heartfelt?

I guess. I mean, I’ve never really thought about it. I just kind of assumed I wouldn’t like a black guy.

Cool. There’s hope for you yet, then. You’re lucky you have me for a roomie.

You’re really serious, aren’t you? Do you go out with a lot of black guys?

All the time.

Is it true? You know, what they say about them?

Absolutely.

Really?

For sure. They really do have rhythm.

I’m not talking about dancing!

With a grin, Kesha replied, Neither am I.

She lifted a dress off the rack and held it up.

Too slutty?

It was a tube dress that consisted of four narrow vertical strips and lots of interconnecting horizontal ones of very narrow fabric that weren’t spaced all that closely together. The sign on the rack said, Clubwear.

The only club that would work at is a strip club.

Perfect. Let’s go see how it looks on you.

*****

In the end, we decided to go as Southern Belles.

Kesha picked out a pair of Daisy Dukes that exposed more butt cheek than a thong with crisscrossing shoestring sides that exposed all of one’s side and hip, making it impossible to wear anything under them, and for me, a semi-sheer white off-the-shoulder crop top with short puffy sleeves that tied in front. For herself, she chose a white tube top that was about as wide as a tennis headband and so sheer I could just about count the goose-pimples on her areola.

Jesus, Kesh. We’re going to be the biggest sluts at the party.

It’s a fraternity kegger. Trust me, we won’t be the biggest sluts there.

*****

Oh my God!

Do you think she’ll remember any of this when she wakes up, or are the social media postings going to come as a complete shock?

I eyed the naked, very drunk girl who was dancing on top of the dining room table dubiously. A couple of her friends were trying to talk her down, but they weren’t having much luck. Probably because they were almost as drunk as she was. Several people in the crowd were holding their phones up, recording her performance for posterity.

I predict she’s going to be very unhappy in the morning for one reason or another.

See? I told you we wouldn’t be the biggest sluts here.

She smiled broadly at a group of three slightly older black guys standing in the corner holding red plastic cups full of who knew what and one of them smiled back.

They were all hot, and my kind of men, clean-cut wearing loafers and slacks, with varying colored polo shirts that showed off their firm abdomens and wide shoulders.

I may have dressed like a hillbilly for the night, but that doesn’t mean I like the males in my life to. That was one of the things I liked the best about Tyler. He was always well-dressed.

C’mon. Let’s go introduce ourselves.

I don’t know. I mean, I’m going out with Tyler.

Nobody’s saying you have to do the dirty. Just come talk to them. This is a mixer. So mix a little.

This is almost an orgy.

It qualifies as a bacchanalia at least.

I rolled my eyes as she led me over to where the young men were eyeing us with interest. Soon they were telling us about themselves while Kesha and I pretended to be interested, and it became obvious they were vying amongst themselves to not be the odd man out when the night ended.

Despite my annoyance with Tyler, I found I was having a good time at the party. Well, I usually liked talking to hot guys. Despite Kesh’s accusations of prejudice, which I recognized had more than a kernel of truth to them, much to my dismay, I liked black guys in general. I’d just never thought about having sex with one. Now that I was thinking about it, I was finding that I was turned on by the prospect. And curious.

I felt a little bad about Tyler but justified it by reminding myself that he’d started it, (Okay, he’d only been flirting, as far as I knew, but I was willing to accept that as a rationale. More willing by the second as I began to get turned on by the prospect of actually having sex with a black man.)

It wasn’t the first time I’d cheated on a guy, but it was the first time I’d cheated on one I really cared about. I was a little surprised to discover how much of a difference that made. I still wanted to do it, but I felt a lot more guilty about it.

When it became obvious to all that at least some of us were going to be heading upstairs to see the boys’ bedrooms, one of them, Ted, a well-built, somewhat studious-looking youth who had a tiny mustache and goatee that I adored and vaguely associated with New Orleans, and who I’d been becoming more and more flirtatious with as the time had passed, took the bull by the horns.

So, are you girls ready to go upstairs?

Kesha giggled.

I’ve been ready for half an hour.

Who’s going with who?

We can all go up together.

What, all three of us? And you two?

Sure.

Um

He glanced around at his friends, who didn’t seem to object to the idea, before replying, Okay. Well, let’s go to my room then. It’s the biggest.

I was a little perturbed that Kesha hadn’t at least checked with me before offering my nubile young body up to the three strangers, but not very considering how horny I was at the thought of what was clearly about to happen. I’d never been with two guys before, but my pussy was tingling at the prospect now that it had been put out there.

I was a little nervous because I’d never had anal sex before either and wasn’t really looking to start, but I was a blowjob queen, so figured I’d be all right using just two of my assets that evening.

Ted’s room was pretty good sized for a Fraternity house and had a King-sized bed against one wall. It was messy but not trashy, and otherwise looked clean.

I was a little unsure about what to do since there wasn’t an even number of guys and girls, but Kesha immediately shimmied out of her shorts and then peeled her tube top up and off her, leaving her in just her bright white platform sneakers and her earrings.

She looked at me and smiled.

Hurry up.

My stomach had that warm, sick feeling of anticipation it got when I was excited about something but nervous at the same time. I began slowly untying my top to stall a little bit, and I was surprised to notice that my fingers were shaking slightly.

Ted watched with an anticipatory smile as I removed my top and then unfastened my shorts and pushed them down my legs.

By the time I’d finished undressing Dwight and Cooper were already down to their boxers and on the bed with Kesh, feeling her up as they made out with her, or applied their lips to other parts of her body.

Ted’s smile grew wider as he walked over to me.

Damn!

I smiled at the obvious pleasure he felt at the sight of my naked body as he took my hand and led me to the other side of the bed. I sat on the edge and reached my hands out to begin getting his Dockers unfastened, and while I worked he lifted his polo shirt up and off.

I pushed his slacks and boxers down and leaned forward to kiss his firm abdomen while wrapping my hand around his cock. It wasn’t the biggest one I’d ever seen, but it definitely wasn’t the smallest either. I was fascinated by how dark it was, much darker than his medium brown skin, and I eyed it with interest as I gave it a couple of strokes to finish getting it hard.

‘You like my cock?"

God, baby, it’s beautiful. You’re the first black guy I’ve ever been with.

No shit? I’m honored.

I could hear sounds of sucking behind me, so figured I’d better start catching up to Kesh. I stuck my tongue out and traced a pattern around the tip of Ted’s cock, then opened my mouth wider as I took it inside.

Soon he was holding the top of my head while I pushed it down to let his cock enter my