Tag: losingher

cyberlok:

He said, she said.

What I’d said was: “Maybe dress a little sexy for this dinner. Laugh at his jokes. Be friendly but you don’t have to flirt with the guy. Well, only a little, if you feel comfortable”

What she’d done was trick me into trying chastity play “just for one night.” A night that has now lasted a week. Then she had friended him on Facebook, started flirting nonstop, eventually sending him lewd photos I had taken at her request (”just for us, babe”). Now here I was waiting in my boss’ car, locked in a cock cage, while my fiance dined with him, wearing the most scandalous dress I have ever seen. 

God, I wish I could jerk it.

Two Months Later

Somehow my fiance got the promotion despite not working there and never having held a job in the field. I was reassigned to be assistant on the project. As the most knowledgeable, I do the brunt of the work while they go to meetings and take the credit. The boss spends a lot of time in his office with the door closed, “consulting” with my fiance. Her feedback is…exuberant and…loud. 

I should know, since I lost my office and got reassigned to a small desk just outside my boss’ door. He claims I’m not a secretary but I noticed he let his go at the same time I was moved over. He calls me a ‘team player’ and a ‘good sport.’ He also sends me out for coffee or lunch orders. My fiance, meanwhile, dresses me in tight pants and shirts. I worry people can see my Cyberlok cock cage. Though mostly people seem to stare at (and slap) my ass. 

Unrelated, but people have been occasionally telling me to smile. (“Show us that pretty smile.” “A cute young thing like you should smile more. It will brighten the office.” “Smile, honey. That’s better”)  Weird. That’s never happened before. It makes me angry to be told what to do by random coworkers and strangers, but I still involuntarily smile when told. Even if it’s unnatural, it actually brightens my mood. My anger dissipates almost immediately. It’s so nice to see how much it makes them happy when I smile as instructed. I never made anyone or myself so happy when I was a supervisor, telling others what to do. I’m starting to wonder if I didn’t get the better end of the deal, after all…

cuckolding-and-female-allure:

I’m going to take your wife to dinner. Meanwhile, you’ll get the master bedroom ready for her and for me. I want you openly admit that your marital bed is mine now.

Really, just move your stuff into the living room already. He might not be around that often but it’s important to respect an Alpha’s space and not to challenge his claim to your wife.

If anyone sees them out together and asks you about it, proudly proclaim the he has made your marriage null and void. At least the sexual part of it. You still provide for her. You just also provide for him first. 

‘Princess’ had been your pet name for your girlfriend from the start. You even used it around others. Your mean coworker thought it was girly and a sign of weakness. He made fun of you frequently and mercilessly.

“You’re such a fucking beta, bro! ‘My princess!’ Eesh. But seriously dude you’re just giving her too much power worshiping her like that. A girl needs a man to take a stronger hand. Call her babe, chick, or slut even but not princess. Unless…is it like a sex thing? Does she dress up like a bimbo Disney princess and let you ravage her while she calls out for Prince Charming to save her?”

“What? Ew. No, we’re not into weird infantalizing and rapey stuff like that.”

“Yeah, right, dude! If she likes being called princess then she’d love being treated like one. You just need to make sure you get the better end of the deal. All girls secretly have rape fantasies. That’s what rape culture means.”

“I…that’s not…no.”

“You try getting raised to be a sex object and see what fantasies you end up with. I’m just helping girls who are already broken by the system achieve some joy.”

“Uh, you’re such a woke meathead, huh? That’s not us. We love and respect each other.”

“Sure you do, but she doesn’t call you her Prince, does she? Thought so. Wise up and give your girl what she craves or someone else will.”

Later that week your Princess mentioned the meathead had friended her on Facebook. She hated him but didn’t want to cause trouble for you so she accepted. You tried to get her to unfriend but she thought that would be more trouble than sticking it out.

Soon she started complaining about all the sexist, rapey memes he posted. Some to her wall! Just block him, you urged. But now she was looking at it as a sociological experiment. She wanted to understand the mind of a misogynist bro. Maybe she could change him.

That’s how she ended up agreeing to get coffee with him once a week. She didn’t tell you. He did. When you brought it up she just said she thought you’d overreact. He wasn’t as bad in person, she said. She was getting through to him. Though she did have to listen to his weird hypotheses about how women could find liberation by embracing objectification. So dumb, she told you.

So it was a surprise when she agreed to an exchange of principles. She’d dress really slutty all week and post OotD to instagram if he’d stop catcalling women and be really respectful instead. Then they’d see how much this changed each of their minds. He swore she’d like the attention if she just leaned into it for a while. She thought he’d come to find women responded to him better if he didn’t harass them. You hated this. But she wouldn’t back down.

At least you got most of the benefit of seeing her dress up. And he was nicer at work. You asked him about it.

“I figure you’re so emasculated that you’re basically a girl, dude, so I should be more respectful to you too.” Ugh. Had to ask.

At the end of the week you got this snapchat while they were out on their coffee date…

friendzoned-cuckold:

Every beta should have a friend with big dick

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. 

curiositycure:

jerkoffpics:

JerkOff / Handjobs @ Jerkoffpics

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.”

My husband had been devastated when I told him I was cheating on him. After crying a little he turned to me and said, “so it’s over, right?”

I couldn’t help but giggle. “Baby, you’re so cute. Idunno, he’s just really good, you know? Do you really mind that much?”

“YES!”

“Haha, okay okay. But, like, he’s just so young and always hard and ready to go. He doesn’t last as long as you, but he makes up for it by the third time around. And by then I feel so spent and full of cum.”

“You fuck him unprotected?!”

“Oh don’t worry, I saw his test results before we started going bareback. And you don’t fuck anyone else. So we’re all fluid bonded safely.”

“You make me use condoms! And you’re not on birth control!”

“Now sweetie, you know I’m religious about the rhythm method. I swallow his seed when I’m ovulating.”

“At least there’s that. What an image. Ugh. Fuck, honey, are you breaking up with me or what?”

“No no, we’re married, baby. That means something. You make me feel so happy and secure. I want to have a life with you, raise a family. It’s just, I want to fuck him. I want to have sex with a guy who gets hard for me.”

“I get hard!”

“Yeah, but it takes so long! The whole thing takes so long! Which can be nice, don’t get me wrong. But sometimes I just want a quick, brutal fuck!”

“You can’t just break our wedding vows because you want to sleep around…” he said, looking down, unable to meet my eyes.

“I mean, hehe, I already did. Can’t I just have, like, romantic fidelity to you and sexual fidelity to him?”

“Fidelity to him?!”

“Well not exclusivity, but he is better. Maybe we could renew our vows? Show you and our friends my heart is yours, no matter who my pussy belongs to.”

“Belongs!? Honey, I can’t take this…” He turned away and sobbed a little. “At least give me a chance, to win you back?”

“Hmmmm. That’s interesting. Okay, how about this? He’s coming over Thursday while you’re at work. He’ll fuck me, as usual. Probably two or three times. Then instead of leaving, he stays until you come back. Then you get to compete just like you want. Nope, no take backs now. Rules are simple. Whoever gets hard first gets to fuck me. Now he’s younger so that’s why he gets the handicap of fucking me three times first. It’ll be difficult for both of you. As soon as the fucking starts, the loser has to masturbate. Let’s be honest that’ll probably be you. If the loser can cum before the one fucking me ejaculates, they earn the right to continue having sex with me in the future. BUT if one of you fails at both tasks that means that you don’t get to fuck me again until the other says it’s okay, if ever. Seem fair.”

“No! But I don’t really have a choice so okay.”

“Yay! This’ll be fun! I haven’t been this excited for a ‘date night’ with you in years!””

I felt guilty that I was keeping from him the knowledge that I was already pregnant with my boyfriend’s baby. Ever since we’d decided to get me knocked up under my husband’s nose it had felt so terrible and yet so delightfully sinful. I had determined to tell my husband all at once in the end. But when he said “win you back” I just couldn’t resist toying with him more. Plus, what fun it would be if he lost the right to fuck me altogether while I made him raise another man’s child?

slavetocaptions:

Your best friend is training your girlfriend to be his perfect slut

You’d told your best friend in confidence that your gf, the girl of your dreams, had turned out to be really hesitant and inexperienced in bed. At first the fact that she turned so many guys down made her irresistible. But after months of wooing, and being elated to finally get her, you were kinda let down. She was so hot and you loved her, but what could you do?

Your best friend decided to “help.” He sent screenshots of the convo to your girlfriend. At first she didn’t believe him. So they met up and she looked through his phone to prove it wasn’t just photoshopped. She cried a lot but your friend held her and reassured her. She could learn to be better at sex; that’s what everyone did. But she said she was too mortified, too embarrassed to ask you for tips now. She didn’t even think she could bear to have sex with you at all now, knowing how you felt. 

Your “friend” told her that he would help her gain the confidence and skills she lacked. He was good at it; he had had practice. She’d heard of his reputation, right? “Yes, they call you the ‘virgin slayer.’ I always thought it was disgusting, but now I just feel…like a silly, inadequate prude.” No worries, he told her, he’d make her far more than adequate. By the time he was done with her, she’d be the best lay her boyfriend had ever had.

—–

Months later, your girlfriend told you she was ready to have sex again after she’d taken some time off. But again it was disappointing…for her. Now you were the one who was too hesitant and inexperienced. She’d been fucking your best friend nonstop this whole time and she craved a man who knew what he wanted and took it. 

That night she cried in his arms and begged him to help her again. She loved you. “Please, teach him to fuck, too?”

And that’s how you ended up handcuffed to your bed, being fucked in the ass  by your best friend while your girlfriend gave you tips. “That’s it, legs apart. Get in a rhythm with him. Notice how he holds and guides your hips to help match his thrusts? Follow his lead. Good girl. Now feel how he reaches between your legs to give your boy-clitty some stimulation? Sometimes a girl needs the help, okay? Mmm, I can see you are feeling how nice it is. Remember that. Okay, so we’re going to keep you from cumming but I’ll remove your blindfold so you can watch him fuck me and see how a real man does it. If you’re good, I’ll remove the gag so you can learn to eat me out after he cums. Awww, are those tears of gratitude? You’re so welcome, baby, I love you too.”

ultramonstercockbully:

I love how scared you losers get at just the thought of me

I know he’ll be furious if her finds her topless when he comes by. “Please, honey! Just put your clothes back on. It’s fine that you fuck him, but don’t make him angry at me, okay?”

“Babe! That’s so selfish! You know I can’t come unless you’re bruised or crying.”

“I…I’m sorry, you’re right.”