Lose Yourself,
Edge More,
Think Less,
Repeat and Obey,
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Edge more
Think less
*snaps out of daze*
Do what?
“Mmm, thanks hubby. Drip, drip, all over me. You liked that?”
He nodded, still in a haze.
“Your wife loves getting cum all over her face and chest. She told me when we were in high school. Sisters tell each other everything, you know? She also told me you wouldn’t stop staring at my ass. And that you liked perky little tits. So I figured I’d give you a chance to get a better look. So what do you think?”
“They’re amazing. Perfect.”
“Mmm, good. I’m glad you like them even after experiencing my sister’s giant blimps. So impressive but so saggy, don’t you think?”
“Small is better in this case, I must admit.”
“Exactly! Did you know my sister stole my boyfriend in high school? He was a boob man, you see. A big boob man. I don’t blame him. Back then I was as flat as a skinny boy. But, really, can you imagine an older sister stealing her younger sister’s boyfriend? A senior woman fucking a freshman boy? Well, even that I might have forgiven if they’d just dated after he broke up with me.”
“Oh?”
“But no she threw a party while our parents were out and seduced him into her bed right under my nose! Of course I didn’t find out until almost a year later, after he’d been cheating on me the whole time. With my own sister! Can you believe that?”
“No?”
“That’s kind of you. Soooo, now how do you feel about returning the favor? Unless you don’t want to see my perfect tits anymore?”
“Oh, no, I think you’re quite right. She deserves it. But only a year doesn’t seem right. You’ve accumulated years of mental anguish and that deserves interest. I’d say as discreet adults we can keep this up much longer.”
“A man after my own heart! Maybe i swill steal you away for good….well, we’ll see. For now I want you to stop cumming on her face or chest. That’s her favorite but it’s mine now.”
This is the whole point about being boastful around your male friends. Make a big to-do about your giant cock and how your girlfriend loves it until your friends get fed up and ask to compare. Then be humiliated as they laugh at your pointless penis and tell you how much they pity your girlfriend. How she needs a real man to show her what sex should be like.
Then the next time your girlfriend sighs forlornly after sex, fingering herself, and asks you if you can’t find a big cock for her, you’ll know exactly who to call. Crying a little, you’ll ask your good friend to do you a ‘solid’ and fuck your girlfriend before she leaves you.
The bet was a hand job. I didn’t know she was going to jerk him off all over her tits like that.
At first I was just glad I hadn’t lost to Greg. When I realized my girlfriend had to jerk off my work rival, I was perturbed but still relieved. I hated the guy and was disgusted by him. My girlfriend at least thought I was overreacting. This would be over soon.
Then Greg insisted that a “real” hand job was either “on the bitch” or “in her mouth.” I called foul but my girlfiend just agreed. What the hell?! She said that was true. It wasn’t a proper HJ unless the giver tasted the cum or was marked. To do otherwise showed disdain, she said. I distinctly remembered her jerking me into some Kleenex but I was too confused and embarrassed to say so. Then she started removing her pants and top. Ummm?
“He looks like he packs a punch, babe. Don’t want to walk home all stained. Remove your clothes too, okay, Greg? I don’t want to feel like the odd girl out.” He complied, sneering at me. “Very nice. Okay, now just focus on my tits and face. That’s right, ogle me. Now mark this bitch. You won; you’re the man.” She kept up this patter as she jerked him. “You beat your rival. Claim his woman. Good. Demean him. Show my boyfriend who’s boss.” When he finally came all over her, she giggled and leaned in. She kissed his cock and licked it clean. “Mm, you even taste like a winner.” She scooped up his cum off her chest and swallowed it. “I can’t get enough. Babe, get over here and taste your better’s leavings. Now! Good. Show your submission. Yes, taste it, love it.”
We lined up for the ferris wheel and my friend started getting all jittery.
“What, do you have to pee, dude?” I asked.
“Don’t be an ass!” my girlfriend yelled, hitting my arm. “Maybe he’s afraid of heights.”
My friend just nodded, looking at the ground.
“Shhh, baby, no worries, I’ll ride with you.” She cooed, stroking his arm.
“What?!”
“Shut it! You’ve been a bad friend. It should have been you offering comfort. Now watch me close and learn how to do some goddamn emotional labor for once.”
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Apparently “emotional labor” involved getting naked and straddling my best friend’s lap. I slammed on the glass and yelled but they didn’t seem to hear. When the wheel didn’t move, I shamefully took out my cock and started wanking to the show.
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