Shes Moved On Cucky

Hi, John. Long time, no see. We haven't spoken since I left for University three years ago. Yeah, the county fair we went to for my 20th. Anyway, I'm calling to tell you I'm driving home for the summer. Be warned, I'm armed with hugs, and depending on what you're down for, I might be armed with a few things from my leather bag. A flogger. Some nipple clamps. A ball gag, and many other instruments designed to cause you delicious pain.

You'll like it when I spank you, slap your balls, and make you groan from the agony a cuck like you deserves. Doesn't that sound like fun? I can hear the smile in your voice.

That's what you really want. Go ahead and deny it. I can already hear you using your girlfriend as an excuse. She hasn't called you since her 23rd birthday, over a month ago, cucky. She's moved on. A half nerd half prep like that will never appreciate the whimpers of a sissy boy in pain, and no one gets excited showering betas with the spit-drenched ecstasy a rich hung stud deserves.

I know. She cried on your shoulder for that refreshingly jobless yet mercilessly short year after graduation. In the following 3 years, you helped her save for her tuition, made her feel safe coming out of her shell, and created memories no new experiences in college could erase. Not easily, anyway.

The relationship wasn't one-sided either. You told her everything. Well, everything except the kinky things, kept between me, you, and your poor traumatised browser. It's time I started marking your body, doing some of these things, don't you think?

Anyway, remember the picture I took of her, snuggling under your arm, with that pink teddy you won for her at the fair? It hung from her rearview mirror and watched her drive to campus for a year. Your helplessly in love eyes watched her even as she tied her blond hair into a bun, and smiled down at the bulge in Trever's Calvin Klein boxers. Her swirling hands caressed the sleeping phallus to life through the light gray fabric. A dark damp stain dotted the tip.

Her triple D tits bulged from her yoga crop top. A sultry piece made from the same gray material as the ripped yoga pants that gripped her thick thighs and bubble-shaped booty. Sweat from running with Trevor fused her clothes to her slick curves.

After pulling out his dick and seeing it spring to attention, she planned to marvel at the 9-inch meat club a bit before taking it into her mouth. But a busty little bimbo like her just can't help herself. She pulled his briefs down. His musk was released. Taste buds came alive and the smooth circumcised head made her mouth water. No blonde, cock craving slut can just look at it. Instead, she inhaled his girth and bobbed her head up and down.

"That's right," hissed Trevor. "Suck my cock and maybe I'll give you that thick load you've been craving!" Trevor's encouragement made her purr. Full lips vibrated against his massive man meat.

How do I know? Because I sat next to her. I caressed my tits, pinched my nipples, and asked "Have you ever sucked John's dick like this?"

"No," she giggled. "That little clit is nothing compared to this manly stud cock!"

The picture of her, holding the pink Teddy to her chest, as you drape your arm over her sholder, gave her new hunk something to look at as she made his domed head shine with spit. She swirled her tongue against the tip, then the tip against her lips.

It was all so tasty, John! I couldn't just watch, so I sketched their every position, and when I got home, I spent hours doing the coloring and line work. Such irresistible passion had to be captured! My mouth waters, not just from Trevor's immense cock and your (let's face it) ex-girlfriend's triple D tits, but from the idea of showing you my artist's representation of his throbbing meat covering half her glowing smile.

Halfway through their fun, her phone vibrated and flashed your name.

The first time you called while she was being naughty was a year ago. Your message sent a wave of guilt through her body. She had to stop. Trevor drove her home shortly after. The second time she did her best to talk to you while sucking his cock, and slapping it against her face. Gagging and slurping sounds haunted you for days after. At least that's what your friends told me. This time she tried to answer, but Trever threw her phone out the window, and it made a splash in the river. She laughed.

"That was my boyfriend!"

"Who's been taking you out on dates? Whose football team have you been cheerleading for? Who's been keeping that needy pussy fed with all the dick you can handle? Face it. If anyone's your boyfriend, it's this guy."

"Oh, is that right? You're gonna take care of me, Daddy?"

"That's right, babygirl."

"Well, you're going to have to feed me more than just cum, if you want to mark your territory."

Yes, she said that. The girl that insisted she'd never suck your dick actually said that. What can I say? She's a different person around her stud. Around Trever, the meek girl, whose terrified that any sexual experimentation might make her a slut, disappears into a blushing fertile bimbo. His dolled-up human toilet.

She stepped outside, dropped to her knees, and took off her bra. That's right. The same bra I talked her into letting me send to you. You're welcome, cucky. Feel free to rub your face in it, and inhale the sweat of her bouncing titties. It's the closest you'll get to feeling their softness ever again. Anyway, back to your ex-girlfriend on her knees.

Smiling, she opened wide. I watched in silence, as her lover pointed his dick at her mouth. I watched. Heart pounding in my chest, I waited on baited breath, only half believing the crazy bitch was going to do it. A warm yellow blast slashed her chest, neck, and chin, before landing between her full lips. It sounded like a faucet filling a glass with water, only more high-pitched. The piss formed a bubbly puddle. The frothed yellow liquid overflowed, and splashed onto her massive jugs. Her mouth was half full when he clutched her scalp and fucked her pretty face. Her new boyfriend growled like a beast. She stroked and sucked a fresh glob of cum from his balls. Fresh spurts landed on her piss-shined tits.

Not wanting him to get soft, she lifted his cock, and lathered his nut sack. "Come on Daddy! You always have more cum for me, and I know you're not disappointing me, tonight." She was right. His saliva slick testicles grew fatter in her mouth. The way her plump juicy lips pulled his balls stretched his nut sack and made me realize I want you to see this. I want to show you the luxurious sensations you'll always crave but never have for yourself, so I can see that adorably sad puppy dog look in your eyes.

"Mmmm! If you want it, get those fat titties around my dick."

She surrounded his cock with her piss and cum slimed orbs of skin and pumped his cock back to full stiffness. So slippery! The head peeked out of and receded back into her cleavage over and over, until he started growling again.

"Here it comes," he said.

Still hiding his shaft in her titties, she dipped down and wrapped her lips around the head.

"Yes! That's it! Yes! Yes! Drink all that hot cum for daddy!"

I couldn't see her face as she hid all those warm ropes that pulsed through his muscular dick in her mouth. She sucked the last drop out of the head. The cock popped free. With a smile, she showed off the white swamp her tongue swam in and swallowed.

By the time she got a new phone, she forgot your number. She didn't bother to relearn it.

See why you're better off with me? Don't get me wrong. I've squeezed Trever's cock with my pussy, while bouncing my thick ass on his lap many times. There's no way I'll stop if I start dating you but make no mistake. I care about you. That's why I'll do things to you, most women don't have the guts to do. I'll put you in your place. I'll let you rest on my bosom. I'll make you squirm and groan under my touch, but not from pleasure. Cucks don't deserve pleasure. The only pleasure I'll let you prove worthy of is licking up the cum that studly jocks pump into my pussy. This is what you want, isn't it? Well, it's no fun if you just passively accept it. When I get there you better beg. Get on your knees. Let me see your adorable face and look into my eyes. Say yes, Mistress.