How I got cucked by Florence Pugh
By: Allan Smithee
I dated Florence Pugh for about a year when she lived in England. She was only an aspiring actress then, doing short films and local theater but hadn't found mainstream success yet. She was even more beautiful then.
Perfect lips, green eyes, long dirty blonde hair. She was an angel. We met when she starred in my thesis film.
We really connected, we had the same weird sense of humor and could talk for hours. The sex was a little harder. I was so nervous our first time, I couldn't get hard and ended up cumming soft.
She was sweet about it. She gave me a kind smile, kissed me gently and said that it happens sometimes. We cuddled, talked, and fell asleep spooning. The next morning. I woke up with raging morning wood and a soft warm place to put it. We made gentle love, and I came inside of her after a couple of minutes. She was a little mad about that I cream pied her but gave me a pass because of how embarrassed I was the night before.
We grew closer to each other and after six months, we moved in together. Partially because we liked each other, but mostly because we were broke and wanted to split bills.
We got closer after moving in together and I even felt confident enough to tell her about my cuckold fantasy's. We agreed not to act on it, but it did inspire some hot dirty talk.
Dating her was the best. She was gorgeous, smart, well read, funny, everything a guy could want. I loved showing her off. She was always down to wear skimpy clothes and get sloppy drunk and I couldn't keep my hands off her.
My friends were always checking her out. One friend in particular, Henry, loved eying her up. He was a frenemy of sorts. We got along well enough, but he was always a bit of a bully. He was more popular, better-looking, and more outgoing than me. He would tease me a lot. I couldn't help but think he was the source of a lot of my cuckold fantasies. All those nights sleeping in our dorms hallway while he pounded the hottest girls on campus.
Henry had wanted to meet Florence as soon as I showed him a picture. Henry had a habit of fucking my crushes or even the girls I had been flirting with and would tease me about it after.
After Flo and I had lived together for a couple of months, I ended up inviting Henry over for the weekend. We all hung out and had some laughs. He flirted with Flo a bit and she enjoyed us fighting for her attention. I could tell she was attracted to him, they had chemistry and would look each other up and down when they thought I wasn't looking.
On the first night of Henry's visit, Florence made wild horny love to me. She pounced on me and rode my dick, her tiny body bouncing up and down my 5-inch cock. It didn't take long for me to cum and she ended up having to finish herself off in frustration. I offered to eat her out, but she didn't seem interested.
I figured she might just be going stir crazy. We had been at home a lot recently and she was the type of person who needed to go out.
The next day she seemed back to normal. It was Saturday, Henry was going to be leaving tomorrow morning, and we wanted to go do something before he left. We all got dressed up and went to the club. Flo invited some of her friends and we all danced, drank and Flo and her friends ended up taking some molly.
We rode home in a cab, with the windows down, letting in the cool night air. I couldn't wait to get Florence back so I could fuck her. Henry was looking her up and down the whole night. We were all dressed in our party clothes. Florence wore a little black dress and a push-up bra that made her little b-cups look ample, as they pushed out the top. She wore her heels. She was so sexy all night. We kissed and danced together but what really got me going was when she danced with Henry, and they ended up grinding on each other. They looked into each other's eyes like they wanted to kiss before she came back to me. When we danced together after she smelled like his cologne.
I kissed Florence until she stopped me.
"We have company, you'll get your chance later."
We kept talking and laughing and before we knew it, we were back home. Henry and I were sitting on the couch, Florence had gone to the bathroom. Henry wanted us to have one last beer with him before we went to bed.
A few moments later she came out in all her glory. She wore tight oasis t-shirt and pink lacy panties. Her pale, silky thighs showing. Her tuff of brown pubic hair sticking out the edges of her panties.
"Hello boys." She said, smiling. Her pupils are still wide from the molly. She fell between us, her arms wrapped around the couch, showing off her hairy pits.
"Maybe we should go to bed." I said, feeling the boner growing in my pants.
She leaned into me smiling.
"Not yet honey, I want to relax a bit." She said before giving me a quick kiss on the lips
She turned to Henry.
"You're not ready to go to bed yet, are you?" She said, rubbing his arm.
"No not for a while." He said, eyeing her up.
She rubbed our shoulders.
"It's nice for us to be all together, Davey is always so shy about bringing his friends over."
"It's sweet, how jealous he is." She said rubbing my thigh.
I looked down, seeing her pokies showing through her shirt.
I started rubbing her bare thigh, her skin was so smooth, hairless and milky. I could feel my cock getting hard.
She lay back on the couch, breathing heavily.
"I'm still so hot from dancing." She said.
She pulled off her tank-top revealing her perfect sculpted tits.
Henry and I stared at her tits.
"Are you just going to stare at em or are you going to cool me off?"
I looked at henry and we both just sort of smiled awkwardly.
I blew on Flo's nipples. Flo giggled.
"Come on then, join em." Flo said laughing.
Henry followed along, blowing on her pierced nipple.
I stroked her thigh.
"you boys or so sweet." She said. She got a naughty grin.
