“Wh- but, I just heard her grandfather died! I was offering condolence.”
“Oh, um, my bad… But! my ex’s grandmother died (at some point) and he needs some cheering up. There’s really only one good way to cheer a guy up, y’know.”
“I guess…”
“Good! So you won’t mind if I follow through on giving him that blowjob I promised. It would be wrong to jerk him around in his time of grief, just because of a misunderstanding on my part.”
“I-”
“K, bye!”
A lot more then a blowjob it is his birthday
“So what if it’s his birthday; he’s your brother!”
“Family deserves the best gifts. You know how I feel about the importance of family.”
“I love my family too! But I don’t go down on my Mom for Christmas!”
“Poor woman. She could probably use it. Want me to ask her for you?”
“No!”
“Well I’ll be home first thing in the morning. Love you!”
“Morning!? You’re going back over?!”
“Oh, he has more…stamina. But I mean he’s just lonely and his birthday wish was for the whole ‘girlfriend experience.’ I couldn’t entrust my sweet baby brother to some sex worker stranger. So after we make love as much as he can, we’ll cuddle and sleep. Then I’ll be home, babe! Well maybe just a quick morning BJ… But then I’ll be right back!”
‘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…
My sister knew I had a small cock because my girlfriend never missed an opportunity to drop it into conversation. Phrases like “that’s not the only thing thats small” with a glance to me were all too common at family dinners. Eventually my sister had told me to consider if I was really satisfying my GF, because as a girl “she understands”.
However, I never expected to get this snap from my bully at work. I knew my GF had eyed him up the few times we went for drinks together after work but I never thought it would lead to this. I guess I’ll just have to accept my GF and my sister sharing his bigger, thicker cock. After all, he’s set to become my boss.
These things happen.
Don’t be mad. Say yes.
Of course she expects you to be thorough. You’ll have to lick and suck out whatever you can before hand washing. Oh no, her garments are too precious to be trusted to a machine. Don’t even think about it, baby.
The rules were simple. When you collected her from wherever she was, you got to bring her home and fuck her. If you could get her to cry out your name, she was “reclaimed.”
The next time you failed to make her cry out your name, she was “emancipated” and would be free to seek out other lovers. She’d send you little videos of her calling out their names while she came. Eventually she’d get bored of them and ask you to “reclaim” her.
But this time had been ridiculous. She’s been away a whole month. It had never lasted more than a week. In the videos she’d been moaning “Daddy.” Must be a new kink. Her own father was long dead. Maybe that’s how these kinks got started? You followed the GPS coordinates she’d sent, eventually pulling up to an all too familiar address. …it couldn’t be…your own father’s house.
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