God that was hot! You almost wished it was real and not just another sexy fantasy. Still, unlocking the door did totally give you a boner. The small possibility of it being real was enough to drive you wild.
As you walked back to the bathroom, you heard the door opening behind you…
My wife is reaching a deep commitment with her boyfriend
Meeting the parents is an important step in replacing you. Now hold onto her ring and cry over it all night like a good boy.
For SnapsFromYourBully, with love:
It was all your fault, of course. Not just for being an inferior suitor, but also for actively helping him out.
Stacy had never really liked Chad. He was loud and crude. Stacy was more into sensitive musicians and writers. Such as your friend Kit, whom she used to date. That was a year ago. They’d met on a poetry forum. Stacy was the perfect woman, as far as you were concerned. She was beautiful, of course, and smart and funny. Plus she had the exact style sense that drove you wild. She dyed her brunette hair jet black, wore black lipstick, black nail polish, and black…everything. She wore safety pins as jewelry. Not just on her clothes, but in her body. She’d pierce herself with them. One time she came to school with a safety pin through her septum. You fucking melted for this hot weirdo. And you decided it had been long enough that Kit couldn’t cry foul. You had to act.
For his part, Chad wasn’t crazy about Stacy, either. He mocked and bullied her almost as much as he did you. You decided to kill two birds with one stone: finally stand up to Chad and make a good impression on your dream girl. He’d beat you up in grade school, but you figured his aura of fear was mostly reputation by now. You all needed to stop giving him power over you. So the next time you saw him be mean to Stacy, you were determined to intervene.
It didn’t take long. He came across your AP Lit class letting out and bumped Stacy into the lockers, causing her to drop her books. She just kneeled down and started to gather them awkwardly. Everyone’s tactic by now was to not escalate with the bully.
“Sorry Emily the Strange, guess I just thought you were a ghost and would pass through me! Ooooh!” He laughed uproariously. Chad loved himself; you had to give him that.
“At least be original, you moron! Knocking nerds into lockers is surely a little derivative even for someone as boring and dimwitted as you, Chad.” Some other kids nearby laughed nervously. You thought you maybe sounded cool, but you were also shaking. You extended a hand to Stacy who had gathered her books. She accepted your help standing. The touch felt electric. Hopefully she didn’t notice the shaking. “Get a fucking hobby or something to occupy that single brain cell in your head. Maybe then you’ll have something to identify with other than being a caricature of a high school bully.”
“Oh wow, you’ve pierced my very essence, Anders. I will reform my ways and never darken your doorstep again. Goodbye fair freaks, you have taught me so much.” He turned and walked away. Wow. That was…easy?
“Just kidding! I pick on others because it’s fun and you can’t stop me. Remember that.” *WHAM!*
You awoke in the nurse’s office with Stacy and the nurse standing over you, looking concerned.
“Thank Baphomet!” Stacy gasped.
“Thank god I don’t have to file a police report,” said the nurse. “Uhh, I mean you can of course, but seeing as that little prick is the son of the sheriff, I don’t see it going far. Sorry, hon. Glad you’re okay.”
Stacy offered to walk you home. The nurse said someone should stay with you and make sure you didn’t fall asleep until at least 11PM. Your Dad wouldn’t be home til late, so she offered to stay up with you. Wow, this was perfect! Well, it hurt too much to be perfect, but still!
You didn’t bang her that night. This wasn’t a movie, and your head was very fuzzy. But you spent a lot of time getting to know Stacy. What she liked, what she didn’t. She really hated Chad now. She’d mostly ignored his stereotypical villainy before, she said. Now she couldn’t stop going on about all the things she despised about him. Good.
The next day you were stopped on your way home, but not by Stacy. She had Steampunk Club. It was Chad.
“So Anders, thanks for not ratting me out. Not that it matters much. My father thinks a real man should take and do what he wants. A real Ayn Rand fan, that one. It has its benefits” Great.
“Ugh, what do you want. You win. I admit you are the superior man. Leave me alone, okay?”
“Oooh, I do get a little half chub when you call me the superior man. Do you want to get on your knees before me? No? Maybe later… Actually I wanted to talk about another prostrate vision. I’d never thought of Stacy this way before, but you know when she knelt down to pick up her books yesterday, I could see her whole ass sticking out of that little goth school girl skirt she wears. No panties, neither. I swear. She really is a freak, but in a more fun way than I imagined. You didn’t even stop to appreciate the sight. Tsk tsk. Too busy trying to impress her by acting the hero.”
You didn’t know what to say. Was this even true? Now that you thought about it, she had gasped a little when sitting down on the cool kitchen tiles next to you last night.
“In any case, I spent some time today asking around about my new obsession. She doesn’t have a boyfriend and she hasn’t for a while, not since she dated one of you weak-boys: your own best friend Kit Ferris. To think, making moves on your own best friend’s ex. Such a naughty boy.”
“I wasn’t-”
“Please, you so were. But what matters is that not only have you infringed upon the bro code, but you have also hurt my feelings. Oh yes, I am wounded deeper in my soul than the mere punches I placed upon your body. So, I am going to let you make it up to us both by helping me court Stacy.”
“Ummm, no? You can just beat me up after all. I’m not playing your Cyrano de Bergerac for anything.”
“Sorry Wishbone, but it’s not a choice. I can certainly beat you up first, but you’ll help me even if I have to break your legs and keep you chained up in my basement until you comply.”
“Ugh, fine-”
*WHAM!*
“-owww, what the fucking hell?”
“Oh I thought you meant you were fine with me beating you up and chaining you in my basement?”
“No, I was agreeing to help you, you maniac. Jesus. What do you even want?”
“Sorry. Was just looking forward to torturing you a bit more. Maybe you could just resist a little? No? Okay, fine. So I learned that Kit is a pretty good poet and Stacy liked that. But I don’t know iambic pentameter from a haiku so I figured a lit dork like you could help me write some bitchin’ sex poetry.”
“I…how have you even heard of a haiku? Anyway, I’m not that into poetry.”
“Well you’ll up your game or else I’ll hit you with a sack of oranges until you pee yourself.”
“That’s…a specific and weird threat. …But effective! Fine, I don’t think ‘sex poetry’ from a bully will win Stacy over anyway so I guess I’ll help.”
“That’s my little jack russell terrier!” exclaimed Chad, giving you a noogie.
Four weeks later you’d helped Chad compose half a dozen very lewd and disgusting poems he’d slip into Stacy’s locker, her bag, …her waistband. At first she was confused and horrified. Later she was just angry. She complained to you each time about what the “vile prick” had done now, reciting lines with dramatic disgust. She always knew them by heart. You noticed she read each composition over closely several times before crumpling it up in a rage.
“What a monster! Rrrrrrrrr!
…Still, the bastard does know how to construct verse. At first I thought A-B A-B doggerel fap fantasies were all I’d get, but now he’s done haikus about my ass, an elegy for my hymen, limericks about titty fucking, and an epic poem spanning several orgies wherein I am gang-banged by the whole soccer team and then housebroken as his ‘puppy bitch’. Not sure what that means exactly…”
“Best not to think on it,” you offered meekly, feeling horribly guilty.
“Ugh! But I can’t stop thinking about it! Why does he have to expend so much energy fucking with me? Why does he hate me so much, anyway?”
“He’s a bully…”
“We’re friends, right Anders? I can tell you something real? Like something I would tell a girl? A girl who is a close friend?”
“…sure…”
“I preferred when he teased me like a third grader rather than like a man. I’m sure he just thinks I’m a sensitive little underclass baby. That I’ll be mortified, angry, sad. That I’ll run away in shame. But the only shame is that I’m all hot and bothered over some immature boy who just wants to watch me cry! I’m so horny, Anders! I soak my panties every time he rudely forces his hand into my cleavage to deposit a stanza about jizzing on my face!
Rrrr! If any sincere guy wrote me this many poems I would have fucked him already. Where’s the justice? Why should my absolute perfect seduction be executed by cruel chance by some dolt who couldn’t care less?!”
“I’m so sorry…” You really were. In multiple ways.
“Thanks, Anders. I’m so glad you’re my friend now. I needed to vent to someone. Sorry if this is weird for you. I know you’re gay and- but Chad totally knocked you out! I…it makes sense if you hate him. You should…but…do you think he’s hot, too?”
Gay?! You weren’t- Where did she get that idea?… “I mean…I guess he’s cute. And he’s got that slim but buff soccer bod.” Why the hell did you say that?!!!
“I know, right?! I despise him and I also want him to rape a fucking baby into me while I call him ‘Daddy’. Hormones aren’t fair.”
“Heh, heh…yeah, he’s my least favorite human and yet…I also want to suck every meal exclusively from his virile cock.” What?!!!!
“Jesus! I’m so happy you understand. Okay, so I’m initiating ‘Operation Dirty Daddy.’ I need you to find out for me what sort of girls he really likes. What sort of woman drives him wild. What does she look like, what does she act like? Can you do that?”
You just nodded, filled with shame and confusion.
“Um, so Stacy wants to know what kinds of girl you like.”
“Really!?”
“…yeah.”
“That slut wants me?!”
“Maybe she just wants to humiliate you. She didn’t say. So, what should I tell her?”
“Fucking…her, obviously.”
“Yeah, but only because she doesn’t wear panties and you think she’s a slut you can bang. What do you normally look for?”
“Kinda the opposite? Like blonde girls who dress sexy and don’t let you know how smart they are? The kind who get drunk at parties and blow you. Stacy’s my first real challenge, I guess. Goddamn, let’s wag another tail, Wishbone.”
*ruff*
“You’re so cute, Anders. Good boy! Now blow me already you little puppy slut.”
*whimper*
“C’mon, that girl is never going to un-friendzone you. You’ve been helping me seduce her for weeks. Just fucking admit you need straight alpha cock in your throat to show you where you belong.”
You crawled over to where he was sitting on the edge of his bed. He only let you sit on the floor.
*whimper*
“Good little femme freak boy.” *zip* “Now take my cock in your slut mouth. Mmmm, yes, finally…good boy.” *Slap!* “You like being a bitch. This is your place.”
Fuck! How could it all be so true?
The Monday after you reported back to Stacy, she showed up to school with bleached blonde hair, pink lipstick, mascara, a short blue skirt, and a pink crop top that read in glittery letters ‘Squeeze Me’.
“Thanks for the tips, Anders! If this doesn’t get his earnest attention, nothing will. And I’ve got something even sluttier underneath.”
“I had to work hard for that info, Stacy. My esophagus wishes you well.”
“Fuck! That makes me wet and jealous. Maybe he’ll bang us together some day.”
Moments later, Chad walked up to Stacy and demanded, “say ‘ahhh’ bitch!” She eagerly complied. Chad stuck a folded note into her goddamn mouth! This one was blank verse about impregnating her. She read it thoroughly, blushing. That lunch period she sauntered over to him and sat brazenly on his lap. She needed him. A teacher made them separate, but not before she ground her bare pussy into his bulge.
After classes you saw Chad lead Stacy away by the hand to his car. You stayed up late into the night, stroking yourself and imagining all the nasty things she was into now. You tried to imagine her calling you Daddy, telling you to fuck her ass. But somehow you always ended up thinking about her pleasing your Bully’s magnificent cock as you came…
Cuckolding …
It’s not only about when he fucks her in your marital bed,
but also about when you three have a coffee …
The dream life.
Callie was so angry. Angry that Jordan just got away with treating everyone like trash. Angry that you let him do it. If no one was going to stand up to a bully, then she would.
“Please, honey, just forget about it. You know how he is. He acts real nice to everyone’s face, he lulls you into a false security, then he tricks you, and later you’re left wondering how the hell he got the better of you. I still don’t understand how he got me to bet my car against him in a game of Flipside. I don’t even think that’s a real card game! But he sure as hell drives around in my Tesla now!”
“Someone has to stop him! And since everyone else is too sissy, I guess it will have to be me”
She stormed off to another one of his stupid parties. Callie wore fancy underwear, a sexy low-cut top and a short skirt. It was an unfortunate necessity. Jordan’s parties were disgustingly popular and he let his gross friends be bouncers. They only let in their male friends and guys whose girls they thought they could fuck. For solo girls…if they didn’t like you or your outfit, they might ask you to flash them and decide if your lingerie was more worthwhile. Callie was ashamed to admit she had done so gleefully, before, when she was more naive and didn’t know what garbage they all were.
This time she showed up alone, full of fire, and Zeek let her in with an approving nod. He did slap her ass as she passed, calling out “Hot one coming through!” Pig. Callie had a few drinks for bravery. Sealed beers, just in case. Then she marched up to Jordan, who had a girl on each side of him, snuggling up.
“Womanizer! Trickster! Immoral monster! I challenge you! I will beat you and shame you. As reward, I want you to leave this town!”
“Whoa, hello to you too, Calliope. How’s your embarrassment of a boyfriend? Does he still have that ass tattoo – ‘Jordy’s Bitch’ – I tricked him into getting from the tattoo artist I bribed? Hmm? Well, that’s neither here nor there. You know I can’t resist a game. You got me there. What do I get if I win?”
“You won’t. I am your better.”
“Fair. But then why should I play?”
“Name your price, Jordy. It doesn’t matter.”
“Well, you want me out. Sooo, I guess…I want you in. You’ll move into my humble abode here.”
“What?” Calliope was confused. She was pretty sure Jordan and she had established they hated each other a while ago. He had called her the c-word, she had never forgiven him, and had finally seen his true evil nature. He was a user and abuser. She’d been working to discredit him ever since and he’d been none too pleased. Especially that time she nearly got him kicked out of school.
“There’s a spare room. No worries about impropriety. It’s been open for a few weeks. I need a tenant, is all. You will sign the year lease and move in.”
“That’s weird…but I guess, okay?”
“Shake on it?”
She did.
“I won’t lose,” Callie declared, “I have the perfect game.”
“Oh? But you challenged me.”
“Exactly. I want you gone.”
“You don’t understand. The challenger challenges. They state what they want, what they are willing to wager for. The challenged then picks the weapon, the game, if you will. Right?”
Everyone nodded and agreed. Even people Callie knew were on her side. She was horrified.
“But…no…so…what game did you?”
“Nothing too bad. We go out into my backyard and play Hide and Seek-”
“Ha! I was always the best at that!”
“Let me finish. Hide and Seek, with a twist. We are adults, after all. We need something to make it interesting.”
“Oh.”
“I call it Strip Hide and Seek. It’s simple. You go and hide. For every minute that my friends and I can’t find you, you remove a piece of clothing.”
“What?!”
“Shhh, my pet. Every minute you get to remove an article of clothing hiding that wonderful body of yours. And! You must take a selfie on the minute as proof, and send it to my party Slack chatroom. The hunters won’t look, scout’s honor. But everyone else here will know. If you get naked before we can find you, you win. You are free to go and I will honor my side of the deal and leave town.
Those photos will be my last sweet reminder of you.
But if I win, you move in tonight. And I promise you…I won’t stop trying to see more of your body. I will tell your pathetic boyfriend of my intentions and I will dedicate every day to winning your lusts and fucking you.”
Calliope blushed. Honestly, she’d had a crush on Jordan before the big fight. She had no idea he had ever been interested in her, let alone now after she’d spent so much time trying to ruin him.
No! She shook her head. He was vile and she needed to focus on getting him gone. She could still win. The woods behind his house were vast.
“Ughh! You are so gross! Fine. I don’t have much choice. Let’s do it.”
They all went out back. Jordan and a couple friends turned around and counted to 100. Everyone else made sure they were logged into the Slack chat. Sure enough, before they were done counting, a photo was posted of Callie. She was looking smug in the hollow of a big tree, her shirt removed. Then the hunters were released.
Callie was in fact very good at hiding, but sadly she couldn’t have know Jordan had an elaborate security camera array. He and his buds were able to locate her quickly and take some nice video of her darting about and stripping. They made sure to make loud noises in the wrong places, and were rewarded with progressively sexier and confident posing from Calliope.
She was a little disappointed, really, that it felt so easy. A not so distant part of Callie wanted Jordan to take her. To claim her and shame her. But she pushed those feelings down and basked in the glow of her impending victory. She wanted to make these photos good. She wanted them to be what he fapped to in some distant place, as he ruminated on how she beat him at his own game.
Just as Callie was about to remove her panties and snap a last photo, Jordan stepped out from behind a tree and grabbed her.
“Shhh, my pet. Shh, shh. You did well, but you lost. You are mine now. And that’s what you really wanted, right? To be my loser? To be my bitchy little roommate with the fiery attitude, who I eventually break and turn into my slut. Who I make cuckold her sissy boyfriend, letting him know he lost completely to a man he hates. A man you yourself despise. Mmm, yes, I can feel you trembling. Let’s go back to the house, your new home. No, no, I don’t think you get your clothes back tonight. They’ve all seen your shameless display already anyway. Oh! But let’s take one more selfie, together, so they know where you’ll be spending your nights now.”
*snap*
🌈❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🌈
You were annoyed your neighbor wouldn’t stop badgering your girlfriend to get into the pool with him. You didn’t know how to swim and Jules had sweetly promised she’d stay on the sidelines with you in solidarity. But Alex had been relentless, begging and teasing. “Don’t let your your your little scaredy cat boy keep you from a good time.” Ugh.
“Just go in for a bit and he’ll let it go,” you whispered.
“Tell Alex to fuck off and he’ll let it go,” she retorted.
“Heh, come on, it’s just Alex. He’s always like this.”
“Yeah and someone needs to stand up to him!” she breathed, irritated.
“Yeah…it just he’s, kinda scary, you know? Plus, I’m new in town and I think he can help me make friends…” you trailed off, awkwardly.
“Your hot girlfriend isn’t good enough for that?!” she spat, getting up off your lap. “Alright, Alex baby! I am growing tired of this scaredy cat. Show me a good time!” She dove into the pool, still wearing her shorts and tshirt. Oh gosh, she really seemed mad.
Alex didn’t need to be told twice; he cannon-balled in right beside her as she surfaced. She shrieked and laughed, splashing water into his face. They fooled around, shouting and splashing like kids for a few minutes. At one point Alex just grabbed her waist and hurled her fully into the air. The eruption from her landing even hit you.
As she wiped her face and spit out water, you could tell her shirt had floated up a bit, seemingly showing off her belly. She made no attempt to adjust it. At least she hadn’t brought a swimsuit she could show off! Alex had floated away and now made a long lap back underwater to Jules. Was he…checking her out?
“Nice form you’ve got down there,” he said smugly. Jules blushed. “She looks real good, bud!” Alex called to you. Thanks? Then Alex asked your girlfriend, “You want me to show you what a real man can do?”
“Yeah sure, someone has to” she replied, glaring over at you. Fuck, what the hell was going on? He dove under the surface..and didn’t come up. Jules looked nervous. Where was he? He’d been down too long. They were too close to the edge to see where he’d gone. Then Jules gasped. But he didn’t appear? Instead her contorted face stayed that way for moments, as she reached out a hand to the pool’s lip, gripping tight and closing her eyes. She let out another tiny strangled sound and bit her lip hard.
Then Alex surfaced. “Ta-da! I can hold my breath for three minutes!” Jules just stared at him in shock, breathing heavily. She raised her hand up as if to slap him. Then a look passed over her face and she lowered it.
“Show me again.”
Penelope was younger, innocent and had strong feelings about fidelity. She had a bad habit of getting jealous. It took a while to ease her into being comfortable with your female friends at first. And whenever anybody mentioned the existence of sex, especially kinky sex, she’d get very red-faced and have to leave the room. So of course she was pretty vanilla and hesitant, but overall the sex was good, you loved each other, and at least you didn’t have to worry about her cheating!
Or so it seemed. Things started getting weird after Penny mentioned being terribly shy in high school. So you told her about being awkward and your old bully that used to pick on you. At first she cried – actually cried! She was so horrified that you’d been teased and beaten up. You soothed her, saying it was all in the past. She seemed to calm down.
The next week she acted a bit oddly. You found Penelope staring off into space a lot. One time she just pinched you! Out of the blue! You yelped and asked Penny why the hell she did that. She apologized and sheepishly said she was just ‘curious what it would be like.’
A few days later she asked about your old bully again.
You tried to hold back, but she wouldn’t let go. What did he say to you, how hurt did you get, how did you feel about it? She broke you down, and you told the whole painful saga. From grade school rivals, to relentless pranks that became a general campaign of harassment, to the time he beat you so badly you ended up in the hospital. By the end you were crying about it. You’d been repressing the feelings of shame and helplessness for so long. Penny listened to the whole thing with rapt attention, absently biting her lip and nodding along. Though weirdly she didn’t comfort you when you cried, but instead said she had to run off to the bathroom. She was gone for a while and looked flushed when she came back. Had she been crying? Her eyes weren’t puffy or wet, though. “I’m sorry sweetie, that’s so awful.” She hugged you then, and her hands kinda smelled of sex?
Penny only got weirder after that. On the one hand she was obsessed with this bully. She was way angrier than you were at him and made you give her his name so she could look him up. She found Joe on FaceButt. “God, what an asshole! Look at this smug jerk.” You really didn’t want to. It just re-opened the wounds. “Of course he’s a manager at some fancy company. This type of prick gets off on having lots of money and lording their power over others. I bet he takes credit for the work of his employees and negs his female assistant to try to get in her pants! I bet he grabs her ass and HR says ‘oh that’s just Joe’! I bet he cheats on his wife! I bet he has sex with the wives of his employees just to feel powerful! Oh, of course he posts pictures oh himself shirtless at the gym and the beach! ‘Look at me, I’m a middle manager running from his mortality by getting weirdly buff in his late thirties!’” Penny was getting worked up, so you made her log off.
On the other hand, she was loosening up in surprising ways. She had always run from it, but now she asked your friend Kim outright about BDSM. In detail. Penny was wilder after that. Once while riding you she suddenly slapped your face with full force! She came immediately. That was only the beginning… And out of bed, she began sweetly calling you one of the insults your bully used to use. It really hurt. “Oh it’s just a joke, you sissy bitch!” she replied and giggled uproariously.
The really insane part, though, was Penny when decided she needed a part time job alongside her college studies (even though you offered to support her). She ended up as an assistant at Joe’s company! “Huh?” she replied when you told her, “Oh yeah, I guess I’d forgotten. It’s a big company. I’m sure I won’t see him.”
The gods were cruel, though. She was his assistant! “He’s really nice now, actually. I feel silly I got so worked up. I guess people can change,” Penelope said. You were devastated and felt so vulnerable. You even told her how bad you felt and she still coaxed you into having lunch with him and her. He had changed…into exactly the kind of misogynist jerk Penny had imagined! You showed up at their office and saw him yell at his staff and sexually harass a female intern before coming over to you.
“Babydoll, introduce me to your little boyfriend.”
“We’ve met, Joe,” you replied coldly. Joe took your hand, squeezing far too hard.
“Oh! I totally forgot!” Penny piped up, “You knew Mister Adler in high school, right?” She turned to him, all bubbly “Sorry that slipped my mind, sir!”
The rest of the lunch was similarly surreal. Joe treated Penny like a dim bimbo, while she giggled and played the part. He pretended he couldn’t remember you very well and complimented you on choosing “a fine piece of ass”. He followed with “can I borrow her sometime?, haw haw.”
When you asked her about it later, Penelope acted like it wasn’t anything at all. “Don’t be such a dramatic sissy bitch, hehe. Sorry that’s one of Joe’s favorites when dealing with beta men.” Beta men? “I guess he’s really rubbed off on me, hehe. No, I didn’t forget how you knew him, I just figured you wouldn’t want him knowing that I know all about how he humiliated you as kids. I was just trying to spare your little feefees.” You couldn’t just let that go and started telling her how much he’d hurt you and what an asshole he had proved himself today.
*smack!*
She slapped you! In the middle of your tirade. Hard!
“Feel any better, my sweet little beta boy? You needed to calm down down.”
You were so shocked. She just walked away.
Over time, Penelope’s bad behavior only increased. And her part-time gig started taking up more hours until it was upgraded to full time. She was gone for late nights. Her grades suffered and she was talking about dropping out. Not to mention, you had sex less. When you did, she always wanted you to eat her out first. Then she’d ride you and call you names until she came. Sometimes, you didn’t get to. If she let you come, it was on yourself and after she gathered it and made you lick it off her fingers…
It was months later you got an email from Joe, at his work address:
Hi you fucking cuckold sissy,
By now you should have worked out that your girlfriend is my bitch. And what a bitch she is! I had no idea who she was when she showed up at the office. But this young piece of ass cooed at every compliment and insult I threw her way. A bitch like that is a rare find. You need to cherish the ones that love you when you’re kind and love you more when you are cruel. I’d tell you to hold on tight, but I guess that ship has sorta sailed…
Not that I’m taking her! I have a wife and family, after-all. No, I’d prefer you keep looking after her for me. I’m counting on your beta bitch instincts to lead you to eagerly lap up an alpha male’s leavings and bask in the warm glow of your unfaithful girl’s contempt.
When she begged me to go to lunch with her boyfriend, I just saw it as an opportunity to gloat over another guy who’s girl I would soon claim. So much better to have a face to imagine humiliated and dismayed while I defile his little flower. But what a fucking miracle to find my old whipping bitch standing in my office! Ever since you tried to stop me from hitting on your girlfriend in high school and I beat you unconscious, I have been keenly aware of the pleasure of being an alpha. Of taking what I want without remorse. Did you know your girlfriend left your hospital bed that night, teary eyed, and came right to my place to berate me? Did you know I just laughed and told her what a sissy wimp you were and that she should just admit it made her want me? Did you know I fucked her every hole that night while she thanked me for hurting you? Goddamn highlight of my life.
Until Penny agreed to work late with me the first time, that is. I negged her so hard. I told her she was a dimwitted doll who’d never rise above secretary. I told her she might as well just admit it and strip down. Get on her knees where she’d be spending so much time throughout her career. She trembled as she took off her clothes. I was afraid she’d pass out or cum right then. That’s when I revealed I wasn’t just an old acquaintance of her little boyfriend, I’d bullied him and put him in his place, the emergency room. I could do the same for her.
“I know.”
This was a surprise! You shocked too, little strumpet?
“I know exactly who you are and what you did. And it makes me so. fucking. wet. Ever since he told me how you tore him down, physically and mentally. How you stole his girl. Since that moment he revealed his true nature, I have been a changed woman. I have cum every day thinking about what you did to the love of my life. My sweet beta boy. I will adore him forever, but since that moment – these breasts, this pussy,” you bet your ass she was stripping, “my whole body, my very soul, have belonged to you.”
I of course fucked her face, bent her over my desk, came unprotected in her pussy. I told her she was a good girl. A clever girl for figuring out her place in the world.
“Hehe, thanks, Master! But this silly little airhead just wants to be your slave and cum dump for as long as you’ll have me. Oh, and if you find time to humiliate my true love and make him your punching bag again, I’d really appreciate it.”
See you soon, cuck.
-Joe
*splash*
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