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“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.”

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.”

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.”

————

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.

They let her keep her secret identity. No one really cared. They wanted to expose her body, to rape it. The only thing they wanted to destroy was what she stood for. And they did. 

She saw multiple opportunities to escape. To take these low level operators down. But she didn’t. The evidence of her humiliation was out there. It was too late. Sure, she could probably get to it all with her particular skill set, delete it. But she couldn’t erase everyone’s minds…. but who would believe it was really her? 

Still, she hesitated over and over. The reality was she couldn’t erase her own mind. Convince herself it was all a lie. Deep down she believed she was a silly, worthless slut. The proof was repeated each night as she moaned out her pleasure at her own debasement. 

lady-killgrave:

lovewellwhipwell:

Hah !

(Source plz ?)

thats just mean – love it

It had been a mistake coming to the beach with Jessica and her friends. I knew she hated me. But I didn’t know anyone in town and so when she suddenly invited me for an outing I jumped on it. They all were acting too nice. They didn’t even mock me for my accent like usual. Though they couldn’t seem to help themselves from disparaging my ‘prudish’ bathing suit. Did my culture not believe in sinful bikinis, Jess asked. Jake and Molly sniggered. Idiots.

Eventually I needed to pee and was glad for the excuse to get away. Molly pointed me in the vague direction of the shower house. There were only showers… As I anxiously walked around looking for bathrooms, I felt hand brush across my back and then a click sound. I’d been ‘brushed’ often enough on the subway to know that confronting a creep was no good, so I just reached back to swat the hand away. But I found a rubber tube? I spun and my bathing suit was pulled downward by the bike lock that was suddenly locked around my suit and the fence. I cried out and reached to cover my breasts, just barely catching the clink of a key dropping into a strange box nearby and a figure running away.

Was that…Molly? And was this Jake’s bike lock? I knew they didn’t like me, but this was a bit much. After a few minutes I couldn’t find a way out other than removing my bathing suit to go get the key from the box. Then I could unlock my suit. Fortunately I was behind the shower building where no one seemed to go. Covering as much as I could, I shrugged out of the suit and crawled over to the box. I could feel the cool ocean breeze all over my naked skin. Even on my…embarrassingly wet pussy. I was practically dripping! Why?! 

Pushing the thought away, I reached my hand inside to get the key. The interior of the box felt weirdly small and metallic. And the more I groped around, the smaller it felt. Finally I grasped the key and yanked my hand out. The box came with it! Or, part of it. The sides fell away and I found my wrist encircled by both the top of the box and a handcuff! Which was bolted to the concrete?! 

Now I was done for. Here I was, at the beach, in public, and somehow both naked and chained to the ground. Ughhhh. I should have just called for help at first but it seemed embarrassing. Now it was so much worse. And my pussy was on fire! Ugh. Not to mention I had to pee. I held off for long minutes, but no one came by and I couldn’t bear to call out. Maybe I wasn’t thinking straight, but this situation was crazy. So…I just peed. Right where I crouched, all around me. The puddle was big.

That’s when I heard Jessica, of course. “Chan-chan! Where are you? Where did you go my sweet chinadoll?” Ugh. “Are you lost? Did you fall in? Oh! There you are, Chan-chan. Oh my, what a predicament. Is this how your people use the bathroom? I’m afraid that’s not considered appropriate here. Crawling around in your own urine. Very foul.” Molly and Jake were bowled over laughing. “But no, I really should be more accepting. If this is what makes you comfortable, I won’t shame you. In fact, I’ll join you.”

With that Jessica dropped her bikini briefs and walked out of them. Her foot flashed forward, kicking me over into my own puddle. I exposed my body trying to catch myself. Jessica stood over me, one leg on either side. I tried to tell her this was all a big misunderstanding, but I only managed to get a few words out before her golden stream cut me off promptly. It splashed all over my chest, my face, got in my hair…my mouth. I swallowed instinctively. Gross. Though actually it didn’t taste like much besides warm water.

“O. M. G. The bitch swallowed it. I guess this really is an honor for her. Jake! Molly! Get over here and show her some respect.” Jessica sat on my chest and held my nose while Jake and then Molly peed in my mouth. She wouldn’t let go until I swallowed it all. My face burned. And so did my aroused pussy.

The best friend had hated you pretty openly from the start. Your girlfriend was devastated and finally arranged to get you two to hang out. “You’ll like each other once you just give it a chance,” she’d said.

Her best friend had spent the whole time being alternately sulky and snarky. Eventually you were at a bar and she just laid into you. You’d never be good enough for her friend, you’d always be a loser, and she should just fuck a real man and get you out of her system. You, meanwhile, were getting very hard. If she went on you just might cum right there without any physical stimulation.

“Oh my god! Are you fucking aroused by this?! What are you some sort of sick pervert?”

You just nodded meekly. She laughed uproariously. The BF browbeat you until you told her all about cuckolding and your fantasies. She thought that was just perfect. She agreed to “help” you. From that day on she took your girlfriend out every chance she got, saying she needed your girlfriend’s help finding Mr Right. Of course the friend was wearing your girlfriend’s defenses down; encouraging her to dress slutty, dance with guys, flirt juuust a little. The BF sent you gleeful updates. She was sure your girlfriend would cheat on you soon and leave you. You couldn’t wait. 

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.”

She’d made me strip even though I really wasn’t comfortable with it. Especially not in front of these assholes. But my girlfriend had been working me up to this moment. “We’ll fuck so hard right in front of those jerks that were so mean to you and they’ll have to respect a guy who can get such a hot piece of ass. Only top dog can have me, right?” I couldn’t exactly tell her no after that. It would be an insult.

So it was a big surprise when she walked into the hot-tub with them and left me high and dry. “Sorry, but I see some top dogs, babe. You agreed top dog gets this ass, right?” I just nodded, shocked. “So if you’re not top dog, you must be a bitch?” Again I nodded, confused. “Good. So cover that pathetic ‘manhood’ and serve us like a bitch should.”

I put on her bikini in a daze while they all laughed and catcalled. I’d wondered why she’d made me shave my body and wear my long hair down, but now it felt so right. 

By the end of the evening we were together again, being fucked from behind on a large bed. “I’m so proud of you, babe! You could never see that this is where you belong. This is you. You belong to real men, just like I do.”