plzdonttellmybf:

I have no idea how i ended up naked on my living room floor, but here I was dripping precum in a small puddle as this stud slowly worked his massive cock in and out of me. Each thrust made me whimper like a bitch in heat. I tried my best to form words, but found it much harder than it should have been.

“P…Please my boyfriend is going to be home any minute!” I begged.

“Fuck, I’m not going to rush, this ass is toooo fucking nice. Buuut if you don’t want my load all you have to do is tell me to pull out. Is that what you want boy, do you want me to pull out?” He never missed a thrust, making me whimper beneath him.

“N…No please… please breed me” I whimpered feeling my hole squeeze tight around his thick cock.

“Good, cause I think I just heard your boyfriends car pull up my sweet little bitch boy”

oh my

inferior-cunt:

thecuntinquestion:

That’s right, jealous little whore. Play with that cute pussy while my boyfriend fucks my tight hole.

You wish this was you, don’t you? You’d give anything to be in my place. You’re not good enough though, he doesn’t want you, he just keeps you around out of pity. Be grateful we let you watch. Be thankful you can hear my moans as my cunt clenches around his cock, the way yours never will. Pathetic bitch, destined to spend your days looking on and thinking about what you could have had.

You had been so jealous of that cute blonde who was dating your high school best friend and long-time secret crush. She could tell, too, and used to tease you relentlessly. What was such a nice guy doing with someone so cruel? When they broke up and he asked you out, it seemed like a dream come true. But it had all been a lie. The two of them hadn’t broken up. He strung you along long enough until you fell for him absolutely. Then the trap was sprung. They just wanted you as their pathetic cuckold girl. You were incensed but somehow couldn’t bring yourself to leave. You still loved him. And watching him fuck her burned you up but made you unbelievably horny. Maybe the worst part was that all your friends seemed to have known what those two had been doing. They hadn’t said anything to warn you, and now they just laughed at you openly, always asking about how you and your “boyfriend” were. You’re pathetic.

The hot new couple in the apartment down the hall kept inviting your girlfriend to dinner with them. She deferred at first but eventually ran out of excuses and conceded. “I’m sure they meant both of us,” she assured you, but you weren’t so certain. They had pointedly invited only her, right in front of you, repeatedly. 

You weren’t too upset since, like you girlfriend, they were both mathematicians. Another night of math talk would drive you mad. You were spared the social awkwardness when you got called in to work that night. 

You got home late, but your girlfriend still wasn’t back. You could see light through their peephole, but knocking on the door gave no answer. Pressing your ear to the door, you clearly heard the grunts and moans of exuberant intercourse. “H’okay, don’t want t interrupt that,” you thought, walking away. Your girlfriend must have gone out for something, you reasoned. Strange that she didn’t respond to text, though. 

She returned an hour later, waking you up with a kiss. “Sorry, honey, I stayed up late with them, drinking and talking.”

“Is that…all?”

“Yeah, you really dodged a bullet. They would have bored you to tears. But I think we’re gonna be great friends! We have a standard date-uh-dinner night planned each week now. Don’t worry, I said you’d be busy.”