Making Her Break All The Rules Pt 02

Thank you with the support for the first part. I'm glad there were people out there who liked it. This part is probably going to be I little lighter on the reluctance side but given my plans for the future it makes sense to keep it here. I hope you like this one just as much

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Most people would consider a Friday night at home by themselves a sad way to spend their lives, but I didn't. I was sat on the sofa with all of my comforts: a glass of wine, candles lit and a delicious dinner my girlfriend had cooked. Becca had been so sweet doing this for me before heading on her night out. We'd being doing this for a few weeks and both of us loved the arrangement.

She would head out to the club in an outfit sure to turn everyone's head. Then she would pick some lucky person out in the dance floor, wrap them round her finger and take them to the hotel room she had booked and let them fuck her. I'd never met someone more submissive than me before I met her. But when I met her I was head over heels and she was the same. We'd fallen so deeply in love and were determined to do anything to make it work and that was how I had come up with this idea. I loved the idea of someone more powerful than me taking my girlfriend, showing me how small I was by claiming her for themselves. It didn't matter whether they were a man or a woman, I just wanted them to show me how much better they were. And for Becca she just loved to have someone use her. If someone just took what they wanted from her she would just melt and couldn't put up a fight.

Of course, we had set up some rules. Such an arrangement was bound to go wrong if we didn't. There were some obvious ones that barely needed saying: only physical relationship, nothing emotional, no fucking people either of us know, always make sure that you take the partners somewhere private such as the hotel room to hook up and never fuck the same person more than once. On top of that I'd had some personal requests for her knowing how easy she could slip into subspace and wanting to keep her safe and stop things going too far. Men always had to wear a condom, absolutely no anal, no kissing and no degrading her, myself or our relationship.

So that is how I found myself sat alone. I was waiting for you to come back and tell me of your adventures, of how you got used all throughout the night. I could feel the excitement thrumming through my body as I waited body and my pussy was slowly getting wetter and wetter at the thought of what was happening to Becca right now. My thoughts were suddenly interrupted when I heard my phone buzz. Looking over I saw it was from Becca and I was slightly confused. She's never messaged me before on one of these nights so I wasn't sure why. Maybe she'd gotten bored and wanted a lift home. When I opened it up and saw that she'd sent me a video, my heart sank looking at the thumbnail. Her and a guy in the club with his hand visibly up her skirt and her face showing exactly how much she loved this.

My mind raced, a million possibilities floating through my mind and none of them good. I knew that Becca was submissive but I never thought she'd go as far as to break our rules, film it and send it to me. I reached down to hit play but my finger hovered over play button, not sure if I wanted to see what was in the video. Ultimately despite feeling sick to my stomach, I could feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter as my mind raced through all the possibilities and I hit play.

I barely have time to get my hand down my pants and make contact with my pussy before the first blow hits. Just as she should my Becca told him no kissing but he didn't care. I watched as he slammed his lips against hers anyway, forcing the kiss onto her with no regard for her wishes. And I could see how much she loved it, how much she craved to be used like this, to be forced to submit and I felt my pussy leak out onto my fingers just at that very thought. By the time their mouths parted I had two fingers sliding in and out of my pussy, matching what was happening on my phone and knew that as much as I hated this, it would be long until I was cumming from watching it.

I almost moan in desperation when you break the kiss, forgetting how heartbroken I am at the sight in front of me. Just as she should she lists off the rules and just for a moment I have the naivety to think that means he will follow them. A foolish hope that is dashed the moment he opens his mouth to respond. There's no question, Becca is far too gone at this point to do anything other than accept his offer. I know her well enough to know that her sub side would cave in immediately and I'm going to be watching her getting fucked by some stranger in a club. Then the inevitable happens and she begs him to make her cum. I'm so close now and watching her cum like this is going to set off a chain reaction.

Despite all of this, despite being on the verge of cumming I can feel the tears falling down my face. Just because I'm finding the images in front of me so damn arousing doesn't make the betrayal hurt any less. The two emotions grapple for control of my body when I see Becca start shaking against the wall as she starts cumming and my own orgasm hits me. I'm a mess, my juices leaking out of my pussy, and through onto the sofa as I cum and I'm too torn up emotionally to stop. Why did Becca have to choose this man? This man who made her cross all of her boundaries and why can I not stop watching?

As the post orgasmic haze began to clear I lept up from the sofa and clambered upstairs to our bedroom. Not wanting to miss a moment I tore open our bedside drawer and pulled out my vibrator. I just get it shoved down into my panties and am switching it on when I hear his voice. That horrible voice telling Becca to beg, telling her to submit so far that she be allowed to break our rules. And she does, I knew she would but that doesn't make it hurt any less when I hear her response. Her words cut deep, going so much further than he asked and mentioning me. She asked him to prove how much better he was.

But as much as it hurt, I slid my vibrator into my wet, needy cunt as he filled her up. I continued fucking myself almost immediately bringing myself to a second orgasm as I watched my girlfriend betray me for some stranger. I reached up under my t-shirt to grab my tits, the moment my nipple was between my fingers I came.

And I came hard.

I lost focus on the video, unable to make anything out. Between the earth shattering orgasm and the tears in my eyes I couldn't see anything. All I could do is listen to the perverted sounds of my girlfriend's submission and feel the pleasure I was assaulting my body with.

And I loved it.

I fucking loved it.

I loved being so pathetic as a girlfriend that all a guy had to do to make Becca betray me is slide two fingers into her cunt. I loved listening to the sounds she made as she got fucked by this stranger at a nightclub. The way she squealed and screamed for more, the wet sounds his cock made as it invaded her hole which should have been mine. I knew that I shouldn't love it, in fact I should have hated it, but that only made me cum harder. I couldn't tell if I had cum again or if I just hadn't come down from the first one.

Every word from her mouth was a dagger to my heart but I just couldn't stop. My vibrator was buried deep in my cunt and pressed hard up against my clit. She was calling me pathetic. My Becca was calling me pathetic and all I could do was cum to the video of it. God it felt so good, I'd managed to soak through all the layers I was wearing and was beginning to ruin the bedsheets and I just couldn't stop.

Some unexpected movement drew my attention back to the video and I saw that Becca was facing the phone now. She could see she was being filmed. I could feel a small glimmer of hope in my heart when I saw this. She would see this and even she would understand it was a step too far. It was one thing being fucked like this but to be filmed, she wouldn't let that happen.

But then she opened her mouth. It wasn't any kind of protestation that came out. Not even a moment of hesitation and she was begging to have her ass fucked. She was begging for him to show me, she wanted me to see this, to see how she had betrayed me.

I felt sick.

But my wet cunt didn't understand that. The fucked up part of my brain that had loved every moment of this didn't care that my heart was breaking. I didn't even need to see her getting fucked, just those words and I was cumming once again, my legs wildly thrashing on the bed as I watched Becca's face as she was fucked in the ass for what I hoped for the first time.

I didn't look away once. I couldn't. Beeca's beautiful face staring directly into my soul as this guy, this monster slammed over and over into her asshole. Her beautiful face, framed by her curly ginger hair. The face that I had once thought was mine but now I knew wasn't. Her sweet green eyes, not streaming with tears like mine but alive with a hunger for more. She should have been screaming for him to stop, trying to fight him off, doing anything to prevent this from happening but instead she loved it, she begged for more the whole time telling me how much better he was.

I had a terrible thought that my body latched onto. Would I be enjoying this more if she was fighting back? My body shivered at the thought but I used what little mental power I had to stop it from developing further. Right now it hurt enough to see and hear Becca doing this. I don't know how many times I've cum at this point when I see Becca cum for a third time. I'm sobbing uncontrollably through the experience as she lets him fill her pussy up with cum. Just one last betrayal to end the night.

The video ends all too soon and I'm not ready. I'm not ready to admit that this happened. So instead I hit play again. I keep hitting play until I'm nothing more than a puddle on the bed, barely able to think. I don't even stop when I hear the door open. I just continue to hurt myself until I see Becca standing there in the doorway looking at me.