i-own-you-and-your-girl:

That night, he ruined your gf’s once tight pussy with his big dick..

..your tiny dick can’t even feel her pussy anymore.. Nor can she feels ur dick anymore..

She now constantly begs him to fuck her to satisfy her sexual needs.. She told him that she wants to be his personal fuck toy..

He would brag about this to all of your work colleagues.. Now everyone at work knows what a pathetic cuckold you are..

“Oh, honey, we’ve been over this. You agreed to the terms. I give myself to each guy I’m with. I’m his absolute slut. But you’re different, sweetie; we’re equals. Partners.” She looks at you with those big, innocent eyes. “Isn’t that nice? I love you. You’re special. If you were just some other guy, I’d let you fuck me and do whatever you want with my body. But you get to be special to me. We’re a team.”

“I understand that, I do. I respect your choices. But can’t we agree together to take that key from around your neck and unlock that chastity belt you’re wearing?”

“Umm, I’m sorry, baby,” she apologizes, biting her lip. “I’ll admit things got carried away. Once I told Him our arrangement, He locked me up in this. It felt so sexy and submissive. He asked me if I’d make Him a promise. I was so carried away by arousal, I told Him I’d do anything He asked. He made me promise to never remove this key from my neck myself. To use it only when necessary to lock myself up after sex and immediately replace it on my neck. And also…to never let you use it.”

“Me! …just me…and you… so you mean…?”

“Yeah!” she chimes in, all bubbly, “He was really nice about letting my other fuck buddies use the key. Or anyone else who wants to use me. I’d feel so conflicted if I had to disappoint them.”

“But not me?!”

“Sugar, don’t be like that. You know I hate disappointing you. But that’s not what I mean. You’re my boyfriend, not one of those guys I let make me his fuck puppet for a few hours. It’s okay to say no to you. That’s what makes us partners.”

“I guess I can’t argue with that… But this is ridiculous! He’d never know if we just…” you trail off, tracing a finger seductively down from her cheek and tug at the key.

She slaps your hand away, lightning fast.

“No!” She shouts. Anger flashes in her eyes, her face gravely serious. “This is a test of trust. I won’t break a promise. I might be a slut, but my word is my bondage.”

A hot little story of my own:

At the club, she comes up to you and starts dancing, grinding on your leg, then  whispering seductively in your ear.

“That guy I’ve been dancing with over there? He wants to fuck me. I can tell. You want me to do it?”

“Mmmm. Please, baby,” you plead with your girlfriend. This would be the dream come true, finally. “Go home with him.”

“No,” she pants in your ear, rubbing her warm crotch harder into your thigh. You’re both aroused and disappointed. At least this is a step in the right direction.

“I think he’ll fuck me right here.”

Your heart drops.

“Take my panties,” she coos, sliding your hand up her thigh, under her dress. Hooking a thumb in the waistband, you begin to pull them down. Her hand halts yours and she looks you right in the eye.

“But know if you take my panties now, I won’t be yours anymore. Not fully. I’ll be his. Then the next guy’s. Then the next. I’ll give myself fully to each person I’m with. You’ll be nothing to me when I’m with them.”

She releases your hand and continues to stare deeply into your eyes. Asking you with a look if you will accept or reject this new reality.

Your pulse races. Your adrenaline flows. You return her unwavering gaze and continue sliding her panties down. Kneeling, you remove them fully and stand, moist underwear in hand.

She leans in, breathing warmly into your ear.

“Goodbye.”