GF told her bestie I was a cuck. They decided to team up on me at a friend’s party. [part 19]

Alyssa seemed to be enjoying herself. She stared at me, almost sympathetically, still lightly rubbing her index finger back and forth over my tip. I felt my face become flushed and my heart begin to beat slightly faster. This was the first time all night that my face had turned red for a good reason, and not as a result of some public humiliation. As soon as that thought crossed my mind, an image of the convenience store cashier’s puzzled face flashed in my mind. It was the face he’d made right after Patrick said he was going to fuck my girlfriend. My heart fluttered and my face turned even more flushed. I could feel my pulse in the tip of my dick. Alyssa’s touch was subtle, but it felt very good.

“What do you want out of tonight?” Alyssa asked me, still speaking softly. “Um,” I said after first thinking on it for a minute, “I don’t know, I feel stupid saying it.” Alyssa moved her whole hand over on top of my throbbing dick, and leaned in to push her hand up my shaft, and then back down. She rubbed it like that a couple of times. “You really shouldn’t,” she said, “come on, it’ll be fun to talk about it.” I cleared my throat so I could speak up a bit. “Well, I want to see Kay have a mind blowing orgasm, for one. It’s…incredibly hot to watch,” I answered. “Mkay. And what else?” She prompted. “And, honestly I enjoy all of this. I mean, parts of tonight have been rough. But I love the way she talks to me. I know it sounds dumb, but like the stuff she was saying to me in the truck, and just watching him take her. It’s all so hot,” I said.

Alyssa tilted her head some. She kept rubbing my dick through my pants. “It is,” she said, “when she told me you’re a cuck, I thought she just got to fuck whoever she wanted. But I love that it’s like this role play that keeps you both engaged. And, if I’m being honest, I kinda love watching you squirm. There’s something about seeing a man put in his place, having zero control over the situation.” Her eyes drifted off as she spoke. She stared off into space for a moment, and then snapped her eyes back to mine. “Yeah,” I said, “I get it.”

“Hm,” she pondered. “So, you want to be… dominated?” She questioned. She stared at me, and I subtly nodded my head yes. “Put in your place?” she said. I nodded again, feeling my face turn possibly more red than it had been, even at the gas station. “And…maybe a little…degraded?” she continued. My heart fluttered again. I stared back at her, but didn’t move this time. I felt my eyes change, as if to beg her to keep going. Or, maybe to stop. I wasn’t really sure. She had told me I wasn’t allowed to cum, so I didn’t really know what her plan was. But in her most seductive bedroom voice, she kept pouring it on. “Like… reminded that you’re a little bitch, maybe?” she asked, not looking for a response. She kept rubbing me, and she kept staring into my eyes.

She let a few seconds pass and then continued. “Or maybe…” she said, pausing. Suddenly, she stopped rubbing me and pulled her other leg up onto the couch, standing up onto her knees. She scooted forward until she was straddling me. “Maybe,” she said, as she lowered herself onto my lap. When she sat down all the way, I could feel how warm she was. She continued, “you should be teased until you break.” I stared up at her. Her hair fell slightly in front of her face as she tilted her head to look down at me. “Until I break?” I asked, not sure what she meant by it. She slowly moved her hips back, and then slowly brought them forward, grinding the warmest part of her on my still throbbing dick.

“Mmhm,” she said, starting to grind back again, “like, maybe if you really want to cum, you’ll do whatever it takes to earn it.” The expression on her face turned a bit more dark. An even kind of lust. She was enjoying this. She kept grinding on me. I started to speak up, “Like wha-” “Shut up!” she said, sharply, cutting me off. She reached out and laid her hands on my chest, leaning forward onto me. “Ding!” Her phone played its notification tone. She ignored it and kept her eyes on me. I felt a concerned look come over my face as I stared back up at her. She continued to grind on me, picking up pace a little. “Does that feel good?” she asked me. I nodded yes. “Answer me!” she ordered. “Yes,” I said.

She slowed down her grinding, and worked her way to a stop. Still leaning on my chest, she lifted her hips up off my lap and hovered maybe and inch over me. “Good,” she said, “do you want me to keep going?” I replied, “Yes.” An evil smirk grew on her face, and she sat up and backed up to get off me. “Good,” she said. She sat back down at the far end of the couch and brushed her hair back. Her face was a little red too, but by that point, my entire body was flushed. I felt hot all over, and my balls were starting to ache again, worse than before.

Alyssa picked up her phone. I watched her intently. She unlocked it, swiped a couple of times, and looked at it for a second. She turned it around to show me a message from Kay. It said, “OMG!!!” followed by several heart-eyed emojis. As I was looking at it, another message came through. “We’re coming in,” Kay said. Alyssa turned her phone back to look at the new message, and then laid it down. She looked back at me. “I told you she wouldn’t last long,” she said.

We stared at each other for several seconds. She could see that I was breathing heavily and could probably hear my heart beating. She laid a hand on my dick again to feel that it was still throbbing, and then slid her hand down the length of my leg, stopping just below my knee. She paused there, tilted her head, and started to chuckle. “You’re shaking,” she said.

GF told her bestie I was a cuck. They decided to team up on me at a friend’s party. [part 18]

“Oka- …Yes ma’am.” I mumbled, remembering what Patrick had said. I turned around to open my door, still leaving the truck running. It was a chilly night, so I didn’t want to leave them in the cold. I could feel them all staring at me as I shut the truck door behind me and walked up the walkway to the house. The front door was still open from when I’d rushed back out with the blanket earlier. I pushed it in, walked inside, and closed it behind me before leaning against it. I didn’t move for a couple of minutes.

My mind was racing. Kay had been fairly dominant with me when it was just the two of us, sometimes calling me names. It was fun. But she’d never done it at the command of another man. We had agreed to ramp things up pretty heavily with the cuckolding, and I’d assured her I could handle whatever she could throw at me. I had no idea what the night would bring yet, but I was ready for it. I wanted to forget about Patrick’s comments about why she’s dating me, though. What a dick of a thing to say. I couldn’t let it go. I felt like I had something to prove to him now, but tonight was his night and the only thing he’d come to know about me is that he could push me around and take my girl.

I shoved myself off the door and kicked off my shoes, then headed into the living room to sit on the couch. I really wanted to try and watch them, but the way my house is set up, you can’t see the area in front of the garage from inside. Instead, I leaned back against the arm of the couch, put my feet up, and started to rub myself. I thought about them making out at the party, and Patrick grabbing Kay’s ass for anyone to see. I thought about him making me ask Kay to suck his dick and to fuck him. It’s almost like he’d played this role before, but I really believe he was just a natural prick.

I pulled my hand back up to my waist and shoved it into my pants. Holding my dick, I massaged the tip between my index finger and thumb, thinking about the whole night. It was so quiet in the house, I could hear the truck idling outside.

After a few minutes had passed, I heard the door handle start to move. I picked my head up some to look at the door, which I could see straight on from the way I was laying on the couch. The door opened and Alyssa walked in, closing the door behind her. “Hey,” I said, laying my head back down and pulling my hand out of my pants. She walked over to me, put her purse down on the coffee table and sat on the edge of the couch by my feet. “Whatcha doing there?” she asked with a smirk. I looked at my hand and back at her. “I’m just…” I said, pausing for a minute to take a breath. I continued, “I don’t know why this is all so hot to me.” I felt a wave of emotion come over me. Shame, guilt, jealousy. She had a very sobering effect on me.

“You don’t have to explain yourself,” she said, “I mean…parts of it have been maybe, a little…uncomfortable. But it…has me pretty turned on too.” I sat up, scooching my butt back toward the end of the couch and giving her more room to sit. “It’s never been on display like it has been tonight. It’s always been behind closed doors,” I said. She scooted back and leaned back into the couch to relax. “Is it bothering you?” she asked me. “A little,” I replied. “I love that Kay is having fun. But yeah, I’m not a fan of Patrick. He is what’s bothering me, mostly.”

“Does ‘bitch boy’ bother you?” she asked. “Uh, not really,” I said, “I don’t really mind what’s said, it’s just how genuine he is with it all. He actually thinks he’s better than me. He’s such a dick.” She nodded and paused for a few seconds, thinking. “That’s part of what makes it so exciting for me though I guess. Kay seems to think so too,” she said, in a kind of comforting voice. “I guess,” I replied. She sat up and looked directly at me. “Let’s just have fun with it,” she said. She reached forward to grab her phone out of her purse.

“Why did you come in?” I asked. As she leaned back into the couch, she replied, “I just felt like a third wheel. They had a lot of tension from texting with each other.” She adjusted her position to face me. “Besides,” she said, “someone has to keep an eye on you.” She smirked at me and raised her eyebrows briefly. I gave her a questioning look. “Did you know I like to be a tease?” she asked. “Uuhm,” I replied, “I did not, no.” Her smirk grew. “Well, I was told I’m allowed to do anything but let you cum,” she said. I don’t think my expression changed much, but my eyebrows surely went up.

She turned more toward me and picked a leg up, bringing it up onto the couch and folding it under her. She checked the time on her phone, then laid it down, reached up with her left hand and brushed her hair back behind her ear. She looked cute. Innocent, almost. But the look that came over her face told me she was capable of doing some damage. “Why don’t you tell me what’s on your mind… are you thinking about Kay?” she asked. I paused, stunned at what was happening. “Of course,” I finally said. I continued, “I…I want to know what she’s doing right now.” In a soft, low voice, she said, “Well, after you left, heee…called you a loser. Kay got off him and told him to stop being so mean to you. He thought it was funny.” I felt my eyes squint a little. “…and?” I asked. She continued, “She turned around to face him, and got back on top of him. Um… and then started to ride him. When I left, they were kissing.”

I rolled my eyes a little, but at the same time, I felt my dick go from semi- to near fully hard. Alyssa noticed it too. She kept looking down as she spoke to see how it would affect me. She leaned forward and reached out slowly toward me. “Do you like that?” she asked seductively, as she laid her hand on my leg against the outline of my dick. “I mean, yeah, it’s hot to think about,” I said, softly and slowly. “Good,” she continued in the same seductive tone, “I think they’ll be in soon. She’s not going to last long with him.” She lifted her finger up and over the tip of my dick, rubbing lightly across it, feeling it grow just a little more. I just watched her, and listened. “So,” she said, “do you like to think about that? Kay cumming for him?” Her eyes bounced between my eyes and my dick. With a seductive look on her face, she continued to rub the tip and felt it grow to completely hard. “I’d say so,” she said. I stayed silent, but Alyssa continued. “I think she’s going to do a lot of that for him tonight.”

GF told her bestie I was a cuck. They decided to team up on me at a friend’s party. [part 17]

As I closed the truck door behind me, I nearly jogged toward the front door of the house. I went inside, through the living room, and down the hall to the guest room to grab a blanket off the bed. I speed-walked back through the house, leaving the front door slightly ajar, and back to the truck. I opened the driver’s door and got back in, awkwardly wrestling with the blanket. After closing the door, I turned to look back, and Patrick was holding Kay in the exact same position, except he was slowly moving his hips, just barely pulling his dick out of her, and thrusting it back into her a little faster than it came out. I started to feed the blanket back to Alyssa, who held her hands out for it. “Leave it up front,” Patrick said, interrupting us. So I pulled it back up and piled it up in the passenger seat.

After I laid the blanket down, I turned back to watch Patrick’s big dick sliding in and out of Kay. She was moaning lightly and breathing just like before. I looked up to see her face. Patrick loosened his grip below her neck a bit, and Kay took her eyes off me to look down. She lifted her arm that became free when he loosened his grip, and she grabbed his hand with hers. It was the first time I’d really noticed, but his hands were much bigger than mine as well. She pushed his hand up toward her mouth, opened her mount and wrapped her lips around his thumb again. As she did that, Patrick loosened the hold he had with his other arm, and Kay started to somewhat take over, lifting herself up, and sitting back down onto him.

My eyes moved back down to watch him penetrate her. Everything between their legs was soaking wet. I just stared, entranced by it all. She looked so good with a nice dick filling her up. I had to admit to myself…she looked good with his dick in her. I was going crazy with mixed emotion and sexual frustration of my own. As I stared, I really did wish I could fuck her. I wanted to be him. My dick was harder than ever, and the most likely outcome is that it would see no action. My balls started to ache, thinking about how incredible she would feel on me right now. But, that felt selfish. She wanted Patrick. She wanted a man who could toss her around some and dominate her in a way that I couldn’t. And I wanted her to have it, more than I wanted pleasure for myself.

As the stain on my back seat grew, so did the sounds coming from Kay. I must have been sitting there for five or six minutes. First watching Patrick hold her and force his way deep into her, and then watching her take over and ride him. Alyssa was mostly quiet. Her and I both watched, occasionally looking at each other. I think she was just as interested in how I would react to everything as she was Patrick, so a few times I caught her studying my face. I had started rubbing myself through my pants at a medium pace. When Kay finally stopped to take a break, Alyssa decided to involve herself again.

“Is he allowed to touch himself while he watches?” she asked Kay. She smirked and threw me a look like she knew she was going to get me in trouble. Kay, however, was in her own world. She didn’t respond right away. She sat there breathing and moving her hips slowly from side to side. I stopped rubbing myself and sat up in my seat, anticipating that Kay or Patrick would tell me to stop, or to turn around. After a few seconds passed, I thought I was going to get a pass. I moved my hand back to my dick and started to rub it again, watching Kays hips move. Patrick finally spoke up. “Go inside, little bitch,” he said. I sat there for a few seconds, not wanting to leave. Kay looked at me for a second, waiting for me to move. I looked back at her, begging with my eyes to let me stay. “Go! You fucking bitch!” she yelled.