Pussy Whipped Cuckold
“It’s what I want, Jeremy. You need to get used to this once and for all.”
You remember looking at her: This woman you’d adored for what seemed forever. You’d spread out your hands, reaching for her. The gesture seemed desperate and you’d quickly put them back to your sides.
“But you’re my girl, Courtney. You can’t do this. It just isn’t right.”
“I am going to do this whether you like it or not. If you want me to be ‘your girl,’ then you need to accept things the way they are. Maybe, if you just finally get over yourself, I might even let you have sex with me. I’ll bet you would like that, wouldn’t you?”
Flipping a tress of hair behind her ear, Courtney had batted her lashes and smiled. Later you would wonder if that smile had really been a smirk. That in your obsession with her, you’d read her beautiful, flawless countenance all wrong. Of course, the possibility of finally being allowed to have sex with her probably had something to do with it; but at that moment she had you in the palm of her hand. You knew you would agree to anything.
***
Was that really only a month ago?
Because here you are now in what seems like a third rate porn video, a low-grade director’s fantasy on celluloid.
Courtney rented the hotel room, made all the plans, even drove both of you the ninety miles it took to get here.
She is face-down on the hotel bed while a man you just met not even an hour ago licks up the crack of her ass while pumping two fingers in and out of her pussy. Two other men stand naked on the other side of the bed, pumping their pricks and watching. The dirty blonde one looks over at you. “Can you handle this, man? You’re looking kind of pale. Are you going to be okay?”
Courtney takes her face out of the pillow she’s been moaning into and looks at you. “Get you’re clothes off. Don’t you dare fuck this up for me.” Before you can even respond she’s moved up onto her hands and knees and is telling the guy in bed with her, “I need it. I need your cock. Fuck me. Give it to me now.”
The guy with the goatee moves over to the head of the bed, bending his right knee across a rumpled pillow. He pushes his pelvis forward so that his cock is pushing into the side of her cheek. “Open your mouth, you fucking cock slut,” he grunts, “grab this prick of mine and eat it.” Then he looks over at you and sneers. “Is she a good little cocksucker?”
“I don’t know.”
You hear the words, wondering who said them, then realize they’ve come out of your very own mouth. Courtney has grabbed his cock and is smearing the pre-cum up and down the shaft as she licks and sucks the bulbous head. She stops and looks at you.
“Tell them why you don’t know.”
“I, er….”
Just then the guy behind her starts shoving his cock between the triangle of her spread thighs. You see her back arch and hear the quick intake of her breath.
“Tell them.”
You feel the heat of humiliation coloring your face as you watch Courtney begin to rhythmically meet the thrusts of the cock shoving in and out of her.
“Tell them, you son-of-a-bitch.”
And then she purposely twists from the waist, pulling goatee’s cock up to the edge of her red mouth. She wants you to see. She stares defiantly into your eyes as she begins lowering her lips to the oozing, bubbling head. “I like cock,” she says, and begins moving her mouth down the shaft until the entire root has disappeared and her mouth looks obscenely bloated. Still staring and you, she begins sucking.
“Courtney doesn’t suck my cock.”
Again you can’t believe the words have come from your mouth. You don’t know why, but you start taking off your clothes. As the dirty blonde crawls up on the bed, you hear yourself again.
“Courtney used to fuck me. She never, ever would suck my cock, but she did fuck me. Not a lot. But she did fuck me sometimes.”
You are down to your jeans and are unzipping them. Your dick is throbbing. You are ashamed and turned-on. It is a sick, dirty feeling. And you like it.
“Courtney stopped fucking me a year ago. But I’m so pussy-whipped, I don’t care.”
The bodies on the bed have rearranged themselves. Courtney is riding dirty blonde’s dick, while the guy who’d been fucking her pussy is now pushing in and out of her ass from behind. Mr. Goatee is standing on the bed, his hands clasping her long hair, forcing her mouth down on his dick. You can hear her gagging and see her throat actually expanding as his pelvis smashes full into her face.
You are naked now and realize that you’ve started playing with yourself. You ramble on.
“I’ve never been able to satisfy Courtney. She’s cheated on my from the beginning. I always knew. I just pretended I didn’t. Because it doesn’t matter as long as she gets what she needs.”
You move to the bed, mesmerized by the tangle of flesh, with your beloved Courtney at the center of it all. And then you are whispering.
First to Courtney: “You get all the cock you need, baby girl. You get yourself all the dick you can take. I understand. You can’t help it. You deserve it.”
Then to the men: “You give it to her, guys. Fuck her good. Give her some nice, dirty, hard fucking. In all her holes. Fill her up with your gizz. Make her cum hard.”
The entire time you are stroking yourself.
You are realizing that this is the way it will always be. And you are realizing you don’t care. Your baby girl is getting her fix the only way she can. And you will always be there helping her get it. Doing anything she wants. You can’t escape when you’re pussy whipped. You’re officially a cuckold now. A pussy-whipped cuckold. And you don’t care.
