GF told her bestie I was a cuck. They decided to team up on me at a friend’s party. [part 15]

“Mm, put in in,” Kay repeated. She was leaned forward onto the center console, resting on her elbows. I could almost feel the heat off her breath when she spoke. “Don’t do it,” Patrick said to Alyssa. Kay whimpered lightly next to me, letting us all know how badly she wanted Patrick inside her. I felt her hair brush my arm as she turned around to look over her should at Patrick and Alyssa. “Why not, baby?” she asked Patrick.

My desire to look behind me was burning. I tried to hard to fight it, but after hearing Kay whimper again, I couldn’t resist. I swung my head around to see Kay sitting down on Patrick’s lap, grinding back and forth. Patrick was reaching up with his right arm. I couldn’t see Kay’s face because she was turned away from me, but I could tell that her mouth was closed around his thumb. I turned away to look back at the road just as Patrick said in a very serious tone, “Tell your little bitch not to look back here again.” I heard Kay’s head whip around. “Keep your fucking eyes on the road!” she barked at me. “Sorry,” I said.

As Patrick started to chuckle, Kay twisted her head to my arm, opened her mouth, and bit down on my arm through the sleeve of my hoodie. She didn’t bite hard. It seemed to be just out of sexual frustration. As she held on, she moaned deeply for every bit of two full seconds. She released her bite and pleaded, “Fuck me baby.” Patrick, done chuckling at me, prompted her, “Who are you talking to?” Kay replied, “You!” Patrick prompted again, “You, who?” “Patrick!” Kay responded. He pressed further, “Patrick what?”

Kay laughed lightly through an exhale. “Please fuck me, Patrick!” she pleaded. Alyssa chimed in as well. “You fucking tease!” she said, playfully. Patrick didn’t stop there. “What does your boyfriend want?” he asked. Kay replied, “He wants you to FUCK me,” raising her voice a bit. “Why though?” Patrick asked. “Because he likes it,” she replied. “He’s a cuck,” Alyssa added. “Ahh,” Patrick said, “well maybe he should ask me then.”

Kay turned her head and bit my arm again, slightly harder than before, but still not hard enough to hurt me. It was my cue to do what Patrick wanted. I glanced in the mirror, and he was looking at me, waiting. I sighed a little through my nose. My dick was harder than ever. With my right arm, I reached down to put my hand on it. I looked back at the road. “Patrick, will you please fuck my girlfriend?” I asked, looking back into the mirror at him as the word “girlfriend” rolled off my tongue. He smiled. He didn’t respond to me directly. Instead he looked at Kay and said, “Call him a cuck.” Kay extended her neck and got up as close as she could to my ear. “You fucking cuck,” she said. “Tell him what you want me to do,” Patrick continued. Still talking into my ear, Kay obliged, “I want Patrick to fuck me, baby.”

“Baby!?” Patrick said. “Try again,” he said, “I’m baby. He’s bitch.” Kay did as she was told. “I want Patrick to fuck me, bitch.” Patrick chucked again. “I have questions for later,” he mumbled. Finally, as I felt Kay move away from my ear, I saw her move a couple of inches forward out of the corner of my eye. As she moved back, she let out a very heavy breath, whimpering lightly through it. I had never seen or heard her so desperate to be fucked. I tried to watch her, tilting my head ever so slightly so I could see her face in my peripheral vision. I was dark, and I couldn’t really see much. But I could see her come forward again, and then back. And again, forward, then back.

The third time, she squawked a little as she went all the way back and stopped. “Fuck, that’s big,” she said through an exhale, as if she’d been holding her breath. “Bigger than bitch boy?” Alyssa asked. “Fuck yes,” Kay replied. “I think we all knew that,” Patrick said, sounding as cocky as ever. “Tell him,” he said. Kay slowly moved back and forth a few more times, moaning softly, and then said to me, “Patrick has a bigger dick than you, bitch,” as she slid back down onto it. I didn’t respond, just kept my eyes on the road. “You’re so fucking wet!” Patrick said through a chuckle.

The song they intended to fuck to had come to a close, and the next song was coming on. In the few seconds of quiet time in between, the sounds of Kay breathing right beside me, and Patrick breathing behind me, were all I heard. The next song had a slow intro, but ramped up pretty quickly to a heavy guitar riff. I heard them pick up their pace, and Kay started really getting into it. “Uh, uh, uh, fuck me Patrick,” she pleaded for me to hear, as she dropped her head down, hanging it between her hands.

I lifted my right hand, which had been lightly rubbing my dick, and placed it on her head. As I felt her head bounce back and forth a bit, I tried to run my fingers through her hair, from the top of her head down to the back of her neck. I couldn’t quite reach back that far. She turned her head toward me, looking up at me from under my arm. I looked down at her beautiful face. “You wish you could fuck her?” Patrick asked me. “Yes,” I replied as I looked back at the road. I was afraid he was going to be annoyed by me looking back at her like that, so I pulled my arm back to my side quickly as well. “I think she needs to hear it,” He said.

I glanced at Patrick in the mirror briefly. He wasn’t looking at me. I picked my arm back up so I could see Kay’s eyes again. “I wish I could fuck you,” I said, looking into her eyes. I waited a few seconds for Patrick to prompt Kay with a response, but he never did. I think Kay was expecting it too. Looking back at the road, I brought my right arm back down and grabbed my dick again through my pants. Kay was still making little noises. Moans and heavy breaths. She lifted her head back up and I could see it moving back and forth again while I tried to focus on the road. “Mmm,” she moaned, before finally speaking. “Keep on wishing, bitch.”

GF told her bestie I was a cuck. They decided to team up on me at a friend’s party. [part 14]

I turned off the exit ramp onto the back road that would take us most of the way home. We had maybe 6-7 minutes left to drive. The song that had just come on had a nice steady beat to it, and Patrick and the girls were grooving in the back seat, dancing playfully. The girls laughed as they stopped. “Can I tell you something fun about this song?” Kay asked, continuing before anyone answered, “…I’ve always wanted to fuck to it.”

I looked in my mirror to see Patrick with an intrigued look on his face, looking back at Kay with raised eyebrows. “Ooh, yeah,” Alyssa agreed. “That’s funny, I was just wondering how we could make this song better,” Patrick quipped back, jokingly. I glanced back again to see Kay starting to lean over Patrick. “Mmm, let me show you how,” she said. I heard his zipper, and I heard him shifting to make it easier for her to take his dick out.

There was a car coming, so I couldn’t turn to look right away. As soon as it passed, I looked back over my shoulder to see Kay stroking his half-hard dick, moving her head slowly toward it. We were not even a mile off the highway, still several minutes from the house. I turned back to the road and tried to focus. But I could hear the two of them behind me again, enjoying themselves.

It didn’t last for long this time, though. It was only thirty or forty seconds before Kay sat up. I heard them moving around, and looked back to see Patrick’s hands on Kays hips, pulling her up and over to sit on his lap. She looked at me with wide eyes as he moved her easily. I turned back to the road, but looked back again a few seconds later, after hearing Patrick say, “Lean forward.” When I looked back, Kay was moving forward, leaning on the center console. She moved closer, her face coming right next to mine, and she looked me in the eyes as I watched Patrick pushing her leggings and underwear down her legs.

“Holy shit, he’s about to fuck her,” I thought to myself. I felt my dick instantly grow hard again, as I turned back ahead to check on the road. I was just over the center line, so I swerved slightly to pull back into my lane. I scanned the sides of the road up ahead for deer quickly, and turned back toward Kay’s face, just over my right shoulder. I looked into her eyes. They were almost begging. Her lips were still wet. She looked at me like she wanted me to keep watching. I looked ahead and scanned the road again, correcting slightly, and turned back. Kay puckered her lips to signal me to kiss her.

A quick glance at the road, and I leaned over to kiss her. But as I did, Patrick lifted up her hips and jerked her back away from me. I sprung back up, glanced at the road and then back over my shoulder. This time I looked past her and at him, as he lowered her down until the tip of his dick was pressed up against her. He looked me in the eyes boldly. Kay gasped very lightly as she felt the tip of his dick come into contact with her. “Mmm,” she moaned softly. Alyssa situated herself, turning a bit in her seat to face them. She reached over to grab Patrick’s dick as I turned back ahead to check the road.

I did a quick scan for deer again, and looked back to see Alyssa reaching underneath Kay. I couldn’t see much from my angle, but I could tell she was holding his dick, moving it back and forth against Kay’s clit. I heard a moan and another soft gasp from Kay, and I brought my eyes back to hers. She let out a heavy breath, just as I began to feel a rumble in the front end. I quickly looked back at the road and jerked the wheel to pull us back into the lane. The right front tire had nearly gone off the edge of the road.

“Watch the road,” Patrick barked at me. “Okay,” I replied, starting to feel submissive to him. Kay moaned again lightly right by my ear and then chimed in, “You don’t need to see this,” followed by another heavy breath. “Put it in,” she finally said, turning back to look at Alyssa.

GF told her bestie I was a cuck. They decided to team up on me at a friend’s party. [part 13]

We piled back into the truck. I could still feel the heat in my face from Patrick practically calling me a cuck to anyone within earshot. Many of us think about things like this. It’s fun to fantasize about the humiliation aspect of the lifestyle. After all, the whole premise of cuckolding as a fetish is that you are not dominant enough, not good enough, not big enough. But Patrick was all those things to Kay, and he knew it. Why would he want to hide it? Let me tell you though, it’s a lot harder to take when it actually happens. When people are staring at you, judging, laughing. It’s a serious test.

“I’ll never see these people again,” I thought to myself, “why am I so embarrassed?” I pulled out of the parking lot to resume our trip back to my house, where I knew I’d end up watching Kay make goo-goo eyes at this guy while he fucked her senseless. I peeked into my mirror and looked at his face. A flood of mixed emotions came over me. Did I really want to go through with it? It didn’t matter though, it was far too late to change course.

I thought back to Kay checking on me in the store. I knew she loved me. But I knew she loved this too. She is such a carefree spirit, trapped in this rat race we call living. She has a hard job, a lot of responsibility within her family, and she carries everyone’s stress with her own. “She needs this,” I thought. I glanced at his face again in the mirror. He was a tool for her. A play thing, to cut loose and forget about everyday life. And if she were to have an incredible sexual experience with him, so what? She deserved it.

My dick had softened in the store, but it started to grow again. I felt myself shifting to a very submissive state of mind. Yet again, I glanced back at Patrick, but I found myself almost appreciating him. I wanted to see her having a good time. But, Kay also had a very dominant side. She could really turn up the humiliation and degradation when she wanted to. She hadn’t done so yet. Maybe it was sprinkled in here and there, but she had been pretty loving toward me all night. I recalled her laughter at the counter, and the way she’d put Patrick’s dick back in her mouth before getting out of the truck, just to kiss me. My dick got fully hard. But for her, that was just toying with me. Something told me she was going to ramp it up at the house.

As I merged back onto the highway, Kay reached up and laid her hand on my shoulder. “Play something I like,” she said. “Here,” I replied, handing her my phone to pick something. For the rest of the ride, the three of them talked about music, flipping through songs and artists, reminiscing about shows they’d been to. Things really didn’t start heating back up until the last few minutes.