GF told her bestie I was a cuck. [part 1] - [part 35]

GF told her bestie I was a cuck. They decided to team up on me at a friend's party. [part 29]

"Do you want us to be alone?" Kay asked. She had been leaning against me for a few minutes, trying to let me settle down. "I'm okay," I replied. "No," she said, "let's go in the bedroom. Come on." She grabbed my hand and led me past the living room to the hallway. I followed her into my bedroom. With one arm pressed against her chest, holding up the blanket, she let go of my hand to close and lock the bedroom door behind her. "Sit," she said, softly, as she turned around to face me. I sat down on the edge of the bed. She stepped over to me and stopped, standing directly in front of me. She let go of the blanket, letting it fall to the floor at her feet, and then reached up with both hands and pushed lightly on my shoulders, letting me know she wanted me to lay back on the bed. I did.

As Kay climbed up to straddle me, I watched her eyes. She whipper her head to throw all her hair to one side, but it didn't quite work. Once her body was hovering over mine, she reached up with her right hand to brush the rest of her hair off to the left, and then she lowered herself until she was laying on top of me, her head on my left shoulder. She kissed my jaw. With her right hand laid on my left shoulder, she moved it back and forth to rub me. "I want you so bad," she whispered. I felt my dick grow a little in my pants. I wanted her too. More than I knew how to tell her. Still rubbing my shoulder, we both laid there silently for the next minute or so. "But, I don't want you to cum," she said.

I twisted my neck to try and look at her in the tight space between her face and mine. "Why not?" I asked. She sighed. "I want to build you up so much more baby. When I let you cum it will be so worth it." I didn't respond right away, just laid there thinking. I felt myself grow slightly more. "Plus," she said, "I love watching you reluctantly do everything I say. You wanted me to push your limits," she paused. Sensing her pause, I spoke up. "I know, but that w-" I said, before she cut me off. "I know," she said, "It was a lot for your first time." I gave her a confused look, but she couldn't really see my face. I thought to myself, "For my first time?" She continued, "I won't touch you next time, I'll just let you do it."

She picked her head up and looked at me to judge my expression. When she did, she saw the confused look on my face. "You were getting so hard before I did that. Did you like it?" she asked. "No," I said, hesitantly. "I mean...what I liked was being pushed around a little, I guess. I liked that you were turned on by it all. I...I just want to make this fun for you," I stuttered. "But, I almost threw up," I said. She stared at me for a moment, studying my face, her eyes bouncing up and down. "Are you okay to keep going?" she asked. I lifted my left arm, and brought my hand over to her bare back. I laid my hand on her and rubbed lightly up and down. "I'm okay," I said, "but I'm not doing that again."

Kay picked herself up, slowly, until she was sitting upright, still straddling me. She looked down at me and gave me a wholesome smile. "You'll do what I tell you to do baby," she said in a low, seductive tone as her face changed from wholesome to a bit more serious. I started to speak up, but she raised her eyebrows and quickly continued, cutting me off. "But, I'll go a little easier," she said.

She scooted back to reveal my belt and zipper, reached down, and started to undo my pants. Once she got my belt, button, and zipper undone, she leaned sideways and crawled off me. "Get these off," she said. I reached down to grab the waist of my pants and underwear. I lifted my legs up, pulling my knees up over my stomach, and pushed my pants up over my knees. Kay reached back and grabbed them around my ankles, pulling them off my ankles for me. I kicked them off onto the floor below, and let my legs fall back down, hanging off the edge of the bed. My dick fell slightly off to the left where it liked to hang out, slumping over only slightly. As Kay picked her leg up to crawl back on top of me, my dick became fully erect. Kay sat herself back down on top of my pelvic area as she tugged on my shirt to pull it up out of her way. I could feel the heat coming off her, and I knew she could feel mine as well.

She slowly slid down, rubbing her wetness down the length of my dick, and pushing it down underneath her. She stopped at the tip and came back up. Repeating this a few more times, she had my dick covered in her own juices. She finally came up enough to let my dick stand back up straight, reached down between her legs, and guided me into her. She sat down onto me slowly. As I felt the tip go in, my body shuddered lightly. I had been teased and tormented all night. This was all I could think about. This feeling. It's a feeling that's hard to imagine or imitate. It's one that you forget quickly. There's nothing even remotely close to actually experiencing it. But it was a feeling that was still very fresh in Patrick's mind. And I knew it was one he'd feel again. I tried to just enjoy it. She rode me, moving slowly up and down, trying to stimulate herself as well. She placed her hands on my chest, locked her elbows, tilted her head slightly back and just rode me.

Almost instantly, I was squirming underneath her, trying to slow her down. It felt so incredible, and as I thought back over the events of the night, not even ten strokes had me ready to explode. I reached out and grabbed her hips, pulling her into me to try and hold her still. At first she moved against me, but she quickly realized what I was doing as she felt me getting even harder inside her. She stopped abruptly and looked down at me. "Don't you fucking dare!" she ordered. I looked up at her with what I can only imagine looked like puppy dog eyes. I begged her without saying a word. I wanted to savor the feeling, to edge myself inside her, and then to keep going. She stared at me, and a smile started to draw across her face. Her eyebrows lowered. It was that devious grin that I knew so well from her. She could feel me backing off the edge. She sat perfectly still and grinned at me until I was completely off the edge. Then she lifted herself off of me.

My dick fell out of her, falling slightly back to the left, brushing her thigh on the way. She grabbed my right hand off her hip and slowly pulled it up to her face. As seductively as she could, she stuck her tongue out and folded my ring and pinky fingers down under my palm. She pulled my index and middle fingers into her mouth, closed her lips around them and slowly sucked them, moving back and forth a few times. She let out a heavy breath as she pulled them out of her mouth, letting me how how badly she wanted to be fucked again. She laid my hand gently across my chest and stood up, brushing her hair back off her shoulder. She bent over slightly, reached down and laid her hand on top of my dick, pushing it down parallel to the bed. She slid her hand down my shaft and let it spring back up. As she continued down the length of my thigh, she looked me in the eye. "Stay right there," she said, pausing. Her hand stopped on my knee for a second, and then she stood up straight, never breaking eye contact with me. "Fucking cuck," she said, seductively, before turning around to walk away.

GF told her bestie I was a cuck. They decided to team up on me at a friend's party. [part 30]

As directed, I laid there with half my legs dangling off the end of the bed. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. In my head, I started trying to process all of this. How did we get here? I remember Kay talking about some of her ex boyfriends in the past. On a few occasions, I'd asked her to describe them to me. I'd been interested, usually while having sex with her, in their physical traits, their personalities, and some of the sexual experiences she'd had with them.

I thought of one story in particular about a guy named James that she'd met at a metal concert and hooked up with several times. He was physically a lot like Patrick, according to Kay's description. She'd gone into detail about James and how much she loved fucking him. But he was a clinger and wouldn't leave her alone. His neediness turned her off.

I thought about another guy she'd talked about fondly. I don't know his first name. She called him Shed, which was his last name, and what he went by. Kay described Shed as a world-class ass hole. The kind of arrogant bastard who would brag to a guy she'd friend-zoned about how many times he'd made Kay cum. She had told me something to the tune of, "I knew there was no future with him, but God damn he was amazing in bed." He was kind of a skinny guy with short, dark hair. When I'd asked what was so good about him in bed, she'd said it was the way he took charge and took what he wanted.

I slid my hand down to grab my dick, which was still wet from Kay riding me. I started to stroke it very slowly as I thought back to her describing Shed to me: I was about to eat her out, and I told her to think about someone she really enjoyed fucking from her past and describe him to me. I remember getting so fucking hard that my dick actually started to hurt as I laid on the bed licking her. When I crawled up to get on top of her and slid inside of her, I told her I loved the fact that he'd bragged about their sex to someone who couldn't have her. I nearly came within the first minute, telling her that if she could find him again, I would love to be humiliated like that. She laughed. She said she thought he was married since. But after a few minutes of me struggling not to bust prematurely, she whispered in my ear, "You like that baby? What if you couldn't have me... and just had to listen to some arrogant fuck brag and tease you about it, would you like that?" I tried to stop myself, but I couldn't. I came so hard.

Coming back to reality, I could hear the three of them in the living room talking. I couldn't make out what they were saying. My eyes were still closed and I was lightly stroking my dick. I began to wonder what was next. All I could hear were their low voices, and the occasional laugh from one of them. Maybe they were just hanging out, having a little chat. I sat up and tried to listen to what they were saying. I still couldn't make it out. I stood up and walked out of the bedroom, trying not to make any noise. "No, he fucking loves it. Trust me," I heard Kay say. "I don't get it, but whatever works for you guys," Patrick replied. After a brief pause, he said, "Come here." I heard some shuffling, and things were quiet for a minute. Alyssa spoke softly, in a light-hearted voice. "You two are so hot together." Kay responded with a very light moan. I stepped a bit further out to peek. Patrick was sitting on the couch, leaned back against one end of it, sitting up. Kay was sitting the same way, but in between his legs with her back against him. His arm was reached around her. I pulled my head back so I wouldn't be seen. I heard Kay moan again, and breathe heavily. As far as I could tell, he was rubbing her with his hand. I grabbed my dick, and stood there listening, slowly stroking.

"You should eat her out," I heard Patrick say. Again, I heard a little shuffling, followed shortly by Kay's moans and heavy breathing. "Mmm, fuck yes," she said, her voice quivering a bit as it came out. I was so intrigued, but I didn't want o risk being seen. I thought back to how amazing her pussy felt on me a few minutes earlier, as my hand brushed over the tip of my dick. I wanted her so badly. I could almost taste her in my mouth. I wanted to be where was, between Kay's legs.

A few more minutes went by as I listened in jealously. I heard them start to shuffle around again. "Mmm, fuck," I heard Patrick say in a very deep voice, almost growling. I slowly moved my head to peek around the corner again at them. When I did, I saw Patrick standing up in front of the couch, Kay sucking his dick, and Alyssa kissing his leg, holding his balls, waiting for a turn. But Patrick saw me. My heart sank a little as he locked eyes with me. He didn't say anything to rat me out, but while maintaining eye contact, he grabbed the back of Kay's head and pushed his hips forward. I could hear her struggling. She put both hands on his thighs and tried to push him back. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head back. He broke eye contact with me to look down at her. "You want me to stop?" he barked at her. She shook her head no as she took a deep breath. He ****** her head back onto him and continued, "You want to be treated like a fucking slut, don't you?" He pushed his dick deep into her. I could hear her trying not to *****. He held her there for about two seconds and then pulled out of her again. She took two deep breaths as she nodded her head yes. "Fuck yes baby," she whimpered. "By who?" he commanded. He looked up and locked eyes with me again as Kay answered him. "Only you baby."

Alyssa noticed Patrick looked straight ahead. She turned and saw me peeking around the corner. "Fuck," I thought to myself, "there's no way she's going to keep it to herself." I quickly pulled my head back behind the corner, even thought I knew I was busted. "Uh ohh... someone has been watching," Alyssa said. I heard Kay take a few more breaths. "Are you fucking kidding me?" she responded, rhetorically, to Alyssa. She raised her voice to be sure I could hear her. "He's not fucking cumming tonight," she said. After a short pause, she spoke to me directly. "You hear that, bitch? You can't stay put when you're told? You're not getting **** tonight!" Alyssa started to laugh, and Kay's frustration turned to laughter, following Alyssa's lead. "Damn, let the dude jack off, it's all he's got," Patrick said. "Fuck that," Kay said, still lightly laughing with her friend. "He'll do what he's told or he'll fucking suffer for it and wish he had."

GF told her bestie I was a cuck. They decided to team up on me at a friend's party. [part 31]

I hung my head as I walked back to my bedroom. I listened to Kay and Alyssa laugh at me, but I knew Kay was serious. I couldn't help but begin to think again about how we got here. It felt surreal. Here I am being scolded. Walking back to my room naked, watching my hard dick twitch at the thoughts and sights of this arrogant fuck in my house, fucking the **** out of the girl I love. He'd just called her a slut, and she loved it. She wanted it. But she wanted it from him, not me. I felt a wave of emotion come over me. I wanted her back on top of me, back in my arms. Maybe it did something to me, hearing that I wouldn't be getting off, but I started to question everything.

I crawled into the bed on my side, and got under the covers like I was going to *****. But I had no intention of doing so. My mind was racing, my emotions were all over the place, and I was starting to feel some physical effects. My stomach was quivering almost. "Why do I feel this way?" I thought to myself, "I wanted this. What's happening?" I laid there thinking about everything that had happened. Was it because she was upset with me? Was I getting jealous about Patrick taking everything he wanted from her? No, he'd been doing it all night, right in front of me. He didn't give a damn about me. That didn't bother me. Laying on my side, I put my hands together and lifted my upper leg to sandwich my hands between my legs. My dick had mostly gone soft.

I heard a *********** sound again from the living room, followed by giggling. "You're a fucking slut too aren't you?" I heard Patrick ask, presumably talking to Alyssa. "Mmm," I heard her say, muffled by the huge dick that must have been filling her mouth. "You look so good like that," he said. I heard Kay say something, but I couldn't make it out. I started to wonder if I was just over it for the night and ready for everyone to leave. But my mind wouldn't rest. I started replaying the events in my head. I thought of Patrick grabbing Kay's ass at the party. Claiming her, publicly. "She's been his all night," I thought, "I'm just here for a ride and a place to fuck." As I had that thought, I felt a twitch in my dick and it grew slightly. Fuck, I loved feeling like...her slave? I loved being ****** to watch it all play out, ordered to do things for her. "That's it!" I thought. I'd figured out why I was feeling like ****.

I turned over on my back and sat up, crossing my legs in front of me. I knew I wasn't getting any pleasure. I was already in trouble. "Maybe I should just go watch anyway," I thought. I wanted to be included. I let out a groan along with a deep sigh, and I stood up. I walked slowly, timidly, out of the bedroom, down the hallway, and out into the living room. I saw Patrick standing in the same spot, and he immediately saw me too. Again, he didn't say anything. Alyssa was giving him a blowjob that looked like she was getting paid to do it. She was so into it, using damn near her whole body to move her mouth up and down the shaft of his dick. I didn't see Kay, but I heard her moan lightly.

I walked further out, and as I got closer to the back of the couch, I could see over it. Kay's ass was up in the air. She was bent over with the blanket from the truck wadded up under her chest, one arm up above her head, and the other running underneath her and between her legs. She was rubbing her clit. I stepped forward, all the way up to the back of the couch. Kay's head was turned the other way, but she must have heard me walk up, or noticed a change in the lighting as I moved through the room. She had to know I was there. She never moved, and when she spoke, her voice was low and serious. "Make him fucking wish he was you, baby." My dick twitched and grew. Patrick looked down at her and grinned. "He's been wishing that all night," he said, smugly, as he pulled away from Alyssa.

Alyssa slurped up the spit that was running down her lips, and took a deep breath in. As she exhaled, she began to chuckled. "Mmm, I fucking love it," Kay said. Patrick climbed onto the couch behind my girlfriend. As I stood behind the back of the couch, he came very close to me. It was the closest I'd been to him. Well, face to face anyway. As I looked down at his huge cock hanging an inch from Kay, for a split second I felt it pressed into the back of my throat again, filling up my whole mouth. My body shuddered as if I'd gotten a sudden chill. I didn't want to think about it.

Patrick reached up with his forearm and pressed it to my chest, pushing me back. "Back up, dude," he said. I stumbled back a step, not expecting it. "Sorry," I said, instinctively. His eyes widened. "Wow," he said, as he looked down at Kay. He grabbed his dick in his hand and started to push the tip into her. Then he stopped. "Your boyfriend is pathetic," he said. "Mm," Kay begged, "come on, baby." Patrick pulled back a bit, until his tip was just barely against her. "Say it!" he demanded. "He's so pathetic," Kay responded. Patrick pushed into Kay until the tip of his dick was fully inside her, and then he stopped, prompting her again. "He's a pussy," he said. "He is a pussy," Kay repeated. She wiggled her ass, and started to push herself back onto him. She started to let out a heavy breath, but Patrick raised his right arm and slapped her ass with some *****. Kay squealed, and Patrick pulled out of her again. "Please baby," Kay begged, desperately.

"Do you like this dick?" Patrick prompted. "Yes, I want it so bad!" Kay begged. He grabbed a handful of her ass and squeezed it firmly. "Next weekend you're mine!" he demanded. "Mmm, all yours baby," Kay replied. "Tell him," Patrick ordered, as he once again pressed his tip against her. Kay picked herself up onto her hands and turned her head to look at me for the first time. "Get over here, cuck," she ordered me. I walked around the couch and kneeled beside her. "You wanna see me get fucked?" she asked me. I nodded my head yes. "By a real man?" she continued. I nodded yes, again. "You better watch it while you can," she said, "because next weekend I'm all his." I nodded yes again, staring into her eyes.

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GF told her bestie I was a cuck. They decided to team up on me at a friend's party. [part 32]

My eyes left Kay's and wandered back to where Patrick was, behind Kay. He knew I was watching. He knew Alyssa was watching, too. He slid into her slowly, letting her take it all in. Kay's breathing became very heavy and she squealed as Patrick got as deep as he could inside her. She reached back with both of her hands and tried to grab at his thighs to hold him there, but when she did, he grabbed her wrists and used them to hold onto her. He pressed them against her legs so that he could push with them as well. Kay curled her wrists out away from her thighs and accepted what he was doing to her.

Patrick began to fuck her. He pushed her out, and pulled her back into him, bumping into her lightly each time. Kay turned her head to face downward, into the blanket that was wadded up underneath her. As Patrick started to fuck her harder, she let out a deep, primal kind of moan. It was long -- lasting at least four thrusts. "Look at him," Patrick demanded. Kay rolled her head to face me. Her head was supporting her partially, because Patrick was still using her arms. But he was puling her back hard enough that he was holding some of her top end weight. Still, her face was distorted as she was resting on it, getting fucked back and forth into the blanket.

Kay looked at me for a second. But her focus faded and she began to stare straight through me. "Look at who?" she asked Patrick, being a smart-ass. She chuckled through the heavy breath that was pounded out of her. Alyssa giggled, and Patrick even let out a small, breathy laugh. "Exactly," he said. He let go of her wrists and put his hands on her ass, continuing his work. Kay quickly pulled her arms up and under her to take the weight off her face and neck. She propped herself up on her elbows, and reeled in her focus to look into my eyes. "Oh my God baby," she said to me, pausing for a few thrusts. "He feels so good in me," she continued, "this is the way I was meant to be fucked."

I didn't move. I spoke quietly, as if we were having a moment of our own. "I know, baby. I want you to have it." She didn't acknowledge my response right away. She moaned again, and enjoyed a few more thrusts from Patrick. "What, baby?" she asked. From the look on her face, I could tell she was loving every stroke. I spoke up and repeated myself. I stuttered a bit, feeling kind of fooling speaking up in front of everyone. "I want you to have it," I said. Kay kind of laughed and moaned at the same time. "Mmmhmhm, you're such a little bitch," she said, grinning at me. "I love it," she said. She swung one of her arms and flipped her hand over to present it for me to hold. I reached up and held onto her.

We stayed like that for a couple of minutes. Alyssa was sitting on the other end of the couch watching Patrick, softly rubbing herself. Patrick started to slow down some, and after a few thrusts came to a stop, pushing fully into Kay. "Mmm," she moaned. He turned and looked over his shoulder at Alyssa. She got up and kneeled on the floor by me. Patrick pulled out of Kay and turned ninety degrees to face Alyssa, who wasted no time wrapping her lips around his big, wet dick. She sucked him slowly, as Kay sat up to her knees, turned around and sat down with her back leaned against the arm of the couch, pushing the blanked off on the floor in the process. The blanked landed kind of between Alyssa and I, and partly in each of our laps.

Alyssa paused and slowly took Patrick out of her mouth. She looked at me. "See it's not so bad," she said, "you learn to like it after a while." She chuckled at herself as she turned and went back to sucking him. "Mmm, fuck," Kay said. "That was so hot," she continued, looking at me. "What?" I asked, sheepishly. "Making you suck his dick," she answered. My face changed. We were having a little moment a few minutes ago. I was really happy seeing her enjoy herself. But now, her wheels were turning again. I began to worry, and my eyebrows pulled in toward the center as I looked up at her, begging with my eyes. She watched the concern come over my face, and a slight grin came over hers. She loved it. Nothing turned her on more than knowing she was twisting my emotions into knots. She wanted to see tears in my eyes, me begging her to let up.

As she started to grin, I realized I'd fucked up by letting her see my emotions. "Hahaha," she laughed out loud, "what, are you worried?" she asked. I didn't move. Alyssa looked over from the side of her eyes as she kept sucking. Kay cleared her throat and sat up straight. "Maybe we should give him a lesson," she said. Alyssa stopped abruptly and wiped her mouth, looking at Kay. "Jesus Christ," Patrick said, rolling his eyes. "I'm gonna need another shot," he said.

GF told her bestie I was a cuck. They decided to team up on me at a friend's party. [part 33]

Kay shot me a look. I didn't hesitate. I took the hint, and got up to go get Patrick a shot, hoping if I did what she wanted, she'd go easy on me, or maybe just let me go back in the bedroom and be alone. As I stood up, Patrick tugged on Alyssa's arm, for her to get back up on the couch. I walked over by the door where I'd left the cooler and got out the whiskey I'd bought for Patrick earlier in the night. I didn't bother going to find something to pour a shot into. I just walked back to him and handed him the bottle.

"You gonna open that for me, bitch?" he asked. I looked down at the bottle and twisted off the cap. He was situating himself in front of Alyssa, getting ready to fuck her. Kay swung her legs over and put her feet on the floor to give them more room. I reached back out to Patrick with the open bottle. He grabbed it from me, took a swig, and handed it back. "You like to suck dick?" he asked me, being a cocky smart-ass. "Uhhmm," Kay moaned behind him. "Fuck baby, I love that," she said to Patrick. He looked back at her for an explanation. "Talk down to him. I fucking love it."

Patrick looked back at me. Alyssa was laying down with her legs spread, Patrick between them. She had one finger propped on her bottom lip, and her eyes darted back and forth trying to watch us all. She almost looked nervous. I shook my head, no, answering his question. He looked back at Kay, over his shoulder, and said, "I'll let you do that." Kay pouted a little, and got up on her knees behind him. She pressed her body up to his back, reached around his shoulder with her left arm, and placed her hand on his face. She tugged a little, turning it toward her. He turned around to look at her, and she kissed him softly. "Please baby, I like it," she said. She looked into his eyes, shifting her eyes back and forth between the two of his. She kissed him again, longer this time. Her hand stayed on his face, and she closed her eyes softly, exhaling, as she stayed on his lips for what felt like a minute.

It was sensual. I didn't take my eyes off her. When she stopped and pulled away, she did it slowly, and their lips peeled apart, both of their mouths still ever so slightly open. Her eyes opened slowly to look into his again. For a few seconds, they just stared at each other. Kay spoke up. "God you are so hot," she said, softly, with a slight quiver in her voice. Patrick didn't move. Kay's eyes bounced around, looking at his lips, then back to each eye, admiring him. "The way you fuck me..." she continued, in the same tone.

As I watched, my stomach began to churn. I started to feel insanely jealous watching her look at him like that, kiss him like that. She looked at him as if she were falling in love with him. A huge flood of emotions came over me, and I felt my chest tighten. Why would she do this right in front of me?

She let her left hand fall from his face and slowly ran in down his chest, his stomach, and to his dick. She turned her wrist to point her finger tips away from him as her hand came to his dick, letting them lead the way down the length of it, and curling them over the tip. When her palm reached the tip, she rolled her wrist around to allow the tip to come between her thumb and index finger, and she wrapped her hand around it and started to slowly jack him off. He was still entranced by the look she was giving him, and I began to feel ever so slightly sick in my stomach.

She stroked his dick with her hand a few times. Finally breaking her heated moment with him, she glanced over at me. Only for a split second, but long enough to read my reaction. She then looked back at him, exhaled quickly but heavily as if something had made her weak for a moment. I suddenly realized what she was doing. She was trying to manipulate us both. She wanted him to talk down to me, and she wanted to see me in shambles.

Patrick turned his head away from her, facing back in front of him where Alyssa was patiently waiting to be fucked. He almost hung his head a little as it came back around. It was very odd. I think she got to him, in some kind of emotional way. It was the first little glimpse of human I'd seen from him. The first lapse of over-the-top confidence, or... cockyness, that I'd seen from him. But it didn't last long. As he snapped back, he looked down at Alyssa. His face turned back to cocky and he turned back to Kay. He gave her a little peck, and then reached down and pulled her hand off his dick. She backed up off him, and he leaned over Alyssa. He came down slowly to kiss her, and as they kissed, Kay reached down between his legs and grabbed his cock again. I stood there, holding his whiskey, watching as Kay lined him up with Alyssa, and pushed him lightly into her.

GF told her bestie I was a cuck. They decided to team up on me at a friend's party. [part 34]

Patrick kissed Alyssa and then backed up a few inches, hovering over her, looking into her eyes. Kay pushed his dick into Alyssa to get him started. Kay opened her palm to feel his meaty cock slide through her hand as he pushed his way inside of Alyssa. His balls landed in Kay's hand and she closed her fingers around them lightly, rubbing them softly. Alyssa gasped, bit her lip, and breathed heavily through her nose. The three of them held their positions for a few seconds. When Kay finally let go of Patrick's balls, he pulled out of Alyssa slowly, and fully. He maintained eye contact with her as he pressed his tip against her and pushed it back in a little faster. He did this a few times, pushing in with a little more ***** each time.

Kay stood up and came up to me. She lifted her arm and laid her right hand on my chest. She gave me a slightly sympathetic look. It was out of sarcasm though, as it quickly turned into a devious grin. "Having fun?" she asked. I studied her face for a moment. "I think I'm ready to go lay down and let you guys finish up without me," I responded. Her facial expression changed. She raised her eyebrows in the center, and scrunched her lips together a little, as if to say, "sorry, not sorry." She shook her head back and forth a few times before saying, "You're in this with me until the end." I hung my head a little and nodded, acknowledging her. "You wanted to be treated this way," she said. I looked at her, gathering my thoughts, but didn't say anything. She continued, "He's the perfect guy for it. Don't you think so?" she asked.

I nodded, agreeing with her. I thought to myself, "I guess...he kinda is. Although, the guy just rubs me the wrong way." I didn't say it, though. That would only make her turn it up. I was already worried about what was next. "But when is 'the end'?" I asked, referencing her previous statement. "Say it, then." she ordered. I looked at her a little confused. "Say he's the perfect guy," she said. I threw my head back and rolled my eyes. I was getting tired of being told to say things. It was so humiliating. But, she's right. This is what I wanted. We talked about a lot of this. The *********** and degradation... it was all fair game. I looked toward Patrick. He was seemingly ignoring us. Alyssa, too. He was fucking her pretty slowly. They were clearly enjoying themselves, but it lacked the passion that him and Kay had together. I felt my dick twitch and stiffen a little bit to the realization that I thought it was hotter to watch him fuck my girlfriend, than another girl. And the reason? Because him and Kay had better sex.

"He is the perfect guy," I said, a little quietly. I was hoping Patrick was in his own world and wouldn't hear me. Kay tilted her head down and gave me a look, and I knew right away that wasn't good enough. She stepped toward me and lowered her voice almost to a whisper as she grabbed onto me. "I love you. You know that," she said, hugging me. "I do," I replied. She continued, "but I want to see you completely fucked. I love this power. You're mine. I own you, and I love that." She backed up a little and looked deeply into my eyes. After short pause, she continued, "I will lay you to waste, and then bring you back to life. And you will beg me to do it again, and again." A darkness came across her face as she spoke. Something deep within her was making its way out. As fucked up as it all seemed, in that moment, I knew she needed me. I felt how deeply she loved me, how truly connected we were. And I felt like I belonged right where I was, to make her whole.

"The end...is when you're begging me to let up. Until then, no more half-fast effort from you. I'm done telling you what to say. Be the little bitch you are. Got it?" she asked, glaring at me as if there were only one possible answer. "I love you," I said. I knew what she wanted. And I knew I hadn't yet reached my limits. I knew I wasn't ready to beg. She knew it too.

I turned to Patrick, letting go of any pride I had left inside me, setting it aside because Kay needed me to. "Patrick," I said, sheepishly. He slowed down and looked at me, raising his eyebrows as if to ask why I'd interrupted him. "Uh," I stuttered, "Y...you're really good at this," I said. He turned to look back at Alyssa, who decided to chime in, "Mm, fuck yes you are." She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck as she thrusted her hips up into him to keep the motion going. He didn't respond to me, just went back to what he was doing. But I knew what Kay wanted to see, and I wasn't done. "You're perfect for Kay," I said, "I've never seen her like that...during sex." He shook his head, but didn't look at me. Alyssa chuckled through her heavy breaths. I continued, "Thank you for fucking her."

"Shut the fuck up, dude - I don't wanna hear you talk right now," he barked at me, shooting me a look. "Yes sir," I said, trying to play up my role for Kay. Patrick reached up with his right hand and grabbed Alyssa by the throat, applying light pressure around her neck, and then started to fuck her harder. "Mm, fuck that's hot," Kay said, watching them. I could tell she was feeling turned on by Patrick telling me to shut up. Patrick sped up some, drilling into Alyssa with some aggression. "You two are fucking MINE next time," he ordered sternly, right in Alyssa's face. "No little pussy boyfriends," he continued. I looked at Kay, and saw her start to smile. At the same time, her eyes relaxed, and her shoulders did too, as if she'd just gotten a major hit of dopamine from hearing him call me a pussy. "Uggh," she groaned. "We are yours baby," she said. Patrick grunted a little bit. He must have liked hearing that. Kay pushed me back out of her way, and she knelt next to Alyssa and Patrick on the floor. She tried her best to look Patrick in the eyes, and said, "But I like it when he has to watch."

GF told her bestie I was a cuck. They decided to team up on me at a friend's party. [part 35]

Kay was taunting Patrick. She had already said she would be all his next weekend, but now she was telling him she wanted me to watch. I had a pretty strong feeling she was just trying to get him to keep on talking about me. She knew how to get under someone's skin when she needed to.

He didn't respond to her, though. He was really focused on Alyssa. Still holding onto her neck and fucking her hard, he must have had her very close. Her legs were up and to the side - the inner one resting on the back of the couch, and the outer one bouncing around with every time Patrick slammed his dick deep inside of her. Patrick was stretched out. He was propped up on his left arm, which was barely on the couch at this point. His legs were slightly apart and his feet were down near the other end of the couch. This almost looked like a workout for him. His kneed were not touching the couch. He was picking himself up with his feet and his left arm, and coming straight down into her. His angle seemed to be working, judging by the blank look on Alyssa's face.

Kay swung her head side to side, studying them, admiring what Patrick was doing to her best friend. Alyssa had brought her hands down by her sides. Her right hand started to squeeze firmly on the edge of the couch cushion. Noticing this, and hearing her breathing and moans increase in intensity, Kay reached up and grabbed her friend's hand. Alyssa let go of the couch cushion and squeezed Kay's hand tightly. Kay bit her lip and began to lightly moan along with Alyssa. "Oh fuck," Alyssa said. Patrick kept pounding her, taking a few more strokes. "Oooh, fuck. Oh my God," she said. Patrick didn't change his pace or react to her. Kay's put her left hand between her legs and started to lightly rub her own clit, while her other hand was still being squeezed tightly by Alyssa. "Mmm, fuck her hard baby, she's close," Kay said. Alyssa, speaking over Kay at the same time, continued. "Oh. God. Fuck, I'm cumming baby," she moaned. "Ohhhhh I'm cumming Patrick, don't stop baby," she continued, her voice shaking the whole time.

Kay rubbed her clit, and moved her head side to side, looking at Alyssa's face, and then down at Patrick's huge dick disappearing into her. Alyssa began to grunt. "Uh. Oh. Oh. Uh." Each one separated by a second of pause. Finally, her body started to shake. Patrick didn't let up. Alyssa's mid section began to convulse. Her head came up off the couch, and Patrick let his down to kiss her as she came for him. But he still didn't slow his pace. And she continued to shake. The noises coming from Patrick slapping against her became increasingly loud and wet sounding. Through their kiss, Alyssa continued to grunt. "Mm. Mm. Mm. Mm." Each accompanied by a strong convulsion. "Mmm fuck baby, look what you did to her!" Kay exclaimed. I looked where Kay was looking - toward Patrick's hips. When I did, I realized where the wet sound was coming from. He had made Alyssa squirt. It was still coming out, all over my couch.

As it died down, Patrick finally began to slow his pace. Alyssa's core stopped shaking, they came apart from their kiss, and she let her head fall back to the couch. Her eyes were closed. Patrick was still moving slowly, and now Alyssa's legs were shaking. He continued to slow down until he finally pushed his dick into her as deep as he could and held it there. Her legs shaking intensified for a moment, and then started to fade as the leg closest to Kay and I fell to the couch to rest. "Uggghhhhh," Alyssa groaned through a deep exhale.

Patrick got up and pulled his dick out of her. She didn't move. I stood there looking at the huge wet spot on my couch. Patrick stood on his knees, on the other end of the couch, also looking at the soaked cushion between Alyssa's legs. "Oops," he said, as his signature cocky expression started to show on his face. "Someone should clean that up, probably." His dick was sticking straight out in front of him, glistening from Alyssa's juices. I couldn't help but stare at it. Kay was looking at it too.

I turned and walked toward the bathroom to get a towel. The room was quiet, as I made my way down the hall, and back. I brought two towels back. I handed one to Alyssa, who I figured would want to clean herself up some. The other, I handed to Kay, holding it out toward her. "Do you wanna...put this under her?" I asked, motioning toward the mess underneath her friend. "Why would I do it?" she responded. I pulled my arm back. "No, I just... I don't know if I should..." I said, before being cut off by Kay. "You're scared to touch her?" she said, It came across somewhat condescending. I'd only done it out of respect for Kay, but she was making fun of me for it. I tried to let it go. I stepped toward the mess. "Can I get over there?" I said, trying to squeeze past where Kay was sitting. "So you can clean up after another man, like a fucking bitch?" Kay barked at me. I froze, and I felt my face start to turn red. "I... yeah, I wanna soak it-" I tried to say before being cut off again. "You wanna suck what?" Kay asked, her tone getting increasingly aggressive and condescending.

She stood up off the floor. As she rose, I tried to repeat myself. "No, I want to soak it up," I said, putting emphasis on "soak." She came up close to me and snatched the towel out of my hand. She threw it across the living room. "I said, you wanna suck what?" she repeated. I felt my stomach start to churn. I knew what she wanted and I knew she wasn't going to stop. I knew I might as well comply, or she would find a way to make me regret it. With a catch in my throat, not wanting to say it, I said it anyway. "I want to suck his dick."

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