I was planning to go out together with a few old friends on the evening of Halloween, when my sister cunningly sent me this pic: “That’s my Halloween costume… what do you think about it?”.
I could only think “I can’t wait to take it off you, and see your body sensually naked”…
I immediately canceled any reunion to stay with her. I know that, whenever she acts evil, she makes me feel Heaven on Earth…
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Happy birthday.
Be careful what you wish for. Or don’t. Whatever.
I’d love if my gf just one day sent me a pic saying something similar to this.
Mmmm. Someone needs to clean her up. Yum.
You felt angry and jealous.. But at the same time you’ve never felt more turned on in your life..
You took out ur small dick and started to beat it furiously.. you came on the computer screen after a few seconds, covering the video with ur pathetic cum..
You put ur head down at the realisation that you are now your rival’s loser cuckold.. And you’ve accepted ur new place in life..
You can’t seem to help yourself as you hit reply:
“You win.”
The reply was quick: “You’re so pathetic. I was going to lay off, but now I’m going to keep fucking her and make sure that everyone knows.”
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“I need to meet my boyfriend for a special date at 8. We’re revisiting all the places we went when we first met. It’s incredibly romantic. So you’ll have to be a bit more quick about ravaging me than usual. I’m sure you can make up for it in vigor…” your girlfriend had said, grasping the already hardening bulge in my pants. “Just don’t leave me so sore that I can’t sit down at the restaurant, or fuck him afterwards.”
The way she said it, it sounded like a challenge. How could I resist? I would ruin your night. Not out of jealousy, but just because I thought it was funny to hurt you, my old rival. I was already fucking your girlfriend and now I would take your special night. And tomorrow I would buddy up to you sympathetically. Let down my competitive, aggressive stance for a moment to console an old friend who seemed down. Then plant the seeds of doubt. “Do you think she might be cheating?” I’d ask innocently.
I flogged her with a paddle, fucked her ass, and then spanked her sore cheeks. She wouldn’t sit for a week without recalling it. Then I teased her for an hour, bringing her to the edge and pulling back when she got too close. Finally she begged me to fuck her pussy. I told her it was 7:40 and she had better get going.
“No no, no. I need you to fuck me. I know you won’t let me come until you do.”
“True,” I confessed,”but it’s late. You can get your boyfriend to make you come.”
“No…”
she looked down, sheepishly, “I can’t. Not since you…not since you ruined me,” she mumbled, almost inaudibly.
“What was that?”
“I said you ruined me! He can’t make me cum anymore. Not unless I think of you. Your confidence. Your uncaring roughness. Your cruel teasing. And even then, I can tell the difference between fantasy and reality and it’s barely worth it. You ruined me, okay? Ruined me on normal, nice sex.”
I almost came then. It was better than I had planned. Tomorrow I’d ask you, “Has she acted differently in bed? Distracted? That’s a sure sign, I’m afraid.”
“I’ll make you late.”
“Just fuck me. I’ll text him an excuse to be late while you do. You like that.”
“Like you don’t.”
She just smirked.
“Deal. But you have to text him every fifteen minutes.”
“You’re not that good.”
I just shrugged. “You can leave whenever you want. But if you stay, you have to text him. And if he calls, you have to answer it while I pound you.”
“God damn, you bastard! You know just which buttons to push. Take me, already.”
You agreed to the chastity reluctantly.
Your girlfriend and you fucked daily, at least! At first with great passion, but you did admit it had become a little more perfunctory of late. She said the chastity would be a fun and sexy change of pace. It would turn her on so much. She promised that two weeks of frustration would only make things better and she’d get the best sex of her life. So you agreed to be harnessed.
The Friday of release came and she sent you sexy text messages all day about how good the fucking would be.
…but then it was an hour after her shift and she wasn’t home. Eventually she texted to say she had to work late unexpectedly. Another hour went by and she texted you that it would be worth the wait; she was going to get pounded so hard. Then another hour. Then another. Each time telling you to focus on what was to come.
Finally you got this picture text. She was wearing only your chastity key. It took a moment, but you were sure you recognized the sloppy apartment of your friend Dillon. That fucker!
“Dillon’s going to fuck me now, Sweety
All your frustration. Knowing you’re locked up at home. The betrayal. It has me so turned on.
I own you, bitch.
I’m sure this is going to be the best sex of my life! XOXO”
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