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Submissive fella learns to please his dominant dream girl

51 Min Read

I first discovered that I had the weakness while dating my first real girlfriend. I didn’t call it the weakness then, nor was I even aware that I had it at first, but I was always aware there was something different about me where girls, dating and relationships were concerned. Most guys wouldn’t tolerate their girlfriends even flirting with another guy let alone cheating on them behind their backs. I not only tolerated it, but often find myself actually going out of the way to instigate it. For some reason the idea of my significant other, whom I know should traditionally stay faithful and true to me and only me, out somewhere spreading her legs for another man, a real man if you will, who is probably better endowed and better in bed than I am, excites me to no end. Sometimes it excites me so intensely that the mere thought of it forces me to drop whatever I am doing, no matter where I am or how important the thing I am in the middle of is, to take matters into my own hands and masturbate myself to a complete orgasm.

I wasn’t always this way. In fact, I’m pretty sure I started out with the same feelings most guys have about girls cheating on them. There was jealousy and anger at the helplessness of being emasculated, especially when they were out having sex with one of your friends. But, I still couldn’t deny the excitement it brought me. I was a virgin until I was twenty one, until I met Suzy. Suzy was only eighteen and not very bright as far as book smarts went, but she had a keen understanding of men, and she was really hot and sexy. She was blonde with blue eyes, and she had a body to die for, a tiny little waist with flaring hips and a great pair of juicy tits that bounced when she walked.

Suzy had already been with several other men and had even had a couple of abortions, but this didn’t bother me because she was the first girl to show any interest in me whatsoever, an insane interest actually. I had no idea what a girl as hot as Suzy saw in a guy like me. It intimidated me. I was so intimidated in fact that I actually sort of rejected her advances, not because I wanted to. I was afraid of her. I had no skill at talking to girls. Plus I didn’t want her to know I was still a virgin which I knew she would easily figure out if we ever got physical with each other. Suzy’s reputation preceded her. I was still into the macho thing at that time, trying to act like a real man, and I didn’t want her to discover I wasn’t one. I had even taken up boxing hoping to toughen myself up and maybe become a bit of what I and a lot of others thought a real man should be. I had the black eyes to prove it. The black eyes came in useful when I first met Suzy at a party we were both attending.

“You should leave her,” she joked. She was referring to my black eyes and inferring I had a girlfriend who was abusing me.

“I’m a boxer,” I informed her, “Well, actually training to be one.” She must have thought her joke had insulted me because she gave me an apologetic look. She had come all the way across the room to break the ice with me and I had yet to hear of her reputation so I didn’t want to blow things just yet.

“You must be tough,” she said. “Your girlfriend is lucky she has a big strong man to protect her.”

“I don’t have a girlfriend,” I confessed, and that’s when I figured out that, that was what she was trying to find out. She smiled and began following me all around the rest of the night.

I didn’t go to parties much, mostly because I was rarely invited, but the guys at the boxing gym I was training at invited me to this one. I thought, ‘what the hell?’ I was one of the few white people there, me, Suzy, a couple other girls and maybe one other guy who I was pretty sure was actually Hispanic anyway. At first I thought that was the reason Suzy had started hanging all over me, cause I was the only white guy there, but I soon learned from Tyrone that she had put out for a couple of “the brothers” already. Tyrone was the guy I would spar with the most. He was my trainer at the gym. He was also the reason for my black eyes.

“Man, this is your lucky night,” he told me, “That girl Suzy will suck you, fuck you and even toss your salad. She loves it up the ass too, man.”

Tyrone hadn’t fucked her himself yet, but he had gotten the news from very reliable sources who had. I guess he thought he was trying to help me out, but it was actually the thing that started making me afraid of her. A girl that experienced would know immediately how inexperienced I was and that was just something a real man should never be, not by the time they were twenty one. Still, I knew a real man would be eternally grateful for this news, even though it seemed to be news only to me, so I hid my fear and thanked him.

“Think nothing of it,” he said, patting my back. “It’s the least I can do for my favorite punching bag.”

“Still, if you had plans with her, I wouldn’t want to interfere,” I told him, still trying to find some way out of exposing myself and not going through with having to have sex with a woman who would know me for what I was.

“Nah, forget about it,” he said. “I’ll hit it some other night. You have fun, white boy.”

After that, it was Suzy all over me all night long. I was actually relieved when people would interrupt our talking. It’s funny how popular you are when the hottest girl at a party shows clear interest in you and everyone attending can see it. Suzy would become real frustrated at these interruptions. She finally asked me straight out, “You want to find a room and mess around?”

I couldn’t think of any feasible excuse not too, and Suzy really didn’t wait for one anyway. She took my hand and pulled me after her as she started leading me through the house opening doors to rooms to find us some privacy only to be frustrated that the rooms were already being used. Finally she decided we should just go outside which we did and worked our way through the crowd which had built up by word of mouth to include uninvited guests and party crashers until deciding we should use my car.

I had a sedan with an okay sized backseat. We climbed inside and Suzy basically attacked me. We made out for a good long while, swapping tongues and spit and sucking on each other’s necks and ears. I would usually wait for her to do something to me and then I would do it back to her. I must not have been as aggressive as the guys she had grown used to because she finally took my hands and placed them on her tits.

“Do you like them?”

I stopped kissing her a second to nod my approval timidly. She smiled. I went back to kissing her and squeezing her tits. They were the greatest tits in the whole wide world, granted the only ones I had ever felt, even just over a blouse, but I loved them and kept squeezing them for all I was worth. She stopped me again.

“Wait.” I was disappointed but only for a brief second. She unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it off and reached back and unfastened her bra and slipped it off and tossed it aside. There they were. They were large and fleshy with big pink puffy areolas and hard nipples pointing straight at me. I must have had the hungriest look on my face. I remember licking my lips. Suzy giggled at my eagerness.

“You can suck on them if you want,” she told me. I buried my face in them, licking and lapping and kissing first one and then the other. I would take turns squeezing one meaty juicy mound of meat while sucking on the hard pointy erect nipple of the free one. I felt her hands undoing my pants and reaching down inside them. She found my throbbing hard on and started stroking me and it was all I could do not to squirt right then and there, but I held back, and then she was taking off her own pants, kicking off her shoes first and working her jeans down her legs and off, and off came her panties, pretty sexy pink panties and she was pulling me on top of her and guiding me inside, and I was breathing heavy because it was the greatest feeling in the entire world ever and I think I started pumping my hips and I suddenly realized why they called it humping and I only got in a couple of pumps and then I couldn’t take it any longer…

I groaned and came hard!

I was mortified. I almost started crying. She was checking me out while at the same time trying to hide her disappointment at my poor performance, but I could feel it as surely as I felt my own shame.

“Are you a virgin?” She wanted to know. There was no point in trying to hide it any longer. I nodded that I was. She patted the back of my head and pulled my face into her breasts. They were sweaty and salty now. She giggled that giggle of hers.

“I thought so,” she said.

“I’m sorry,” I said.

This time she didn’t giggle, she laughed out loud. “Don’t be silly. You’ll get better. We just have to work on it. We have to work on it a lot. I think virgins are hot.”

“You do?”

“Sure. I never had one before. I didn’t even know they existed in this day and age, especially not guy virgins.”

I almost cried again, but this time it wasn’t out of fear or shame. I was in love, and I told her. She didn’t say it back but that was okay. She giggled her giggle again, and then we did it one more time and I think maybe I did get a little better, maybe just a little. I lasted just a little longer. I told her I loved her again and she giggled again.

We did it more and more the next few days. We mostly used my place. She never wanted to be at her place and made sure I never went in her bedroom. That didn’t matter to me. I even gave her a key to my place which she accepted and told me how sweet she thought it was. Each and every time we did it, I told her I loved her. She never said it back, just giggled her giggle. Eventually though she began faking that giggle. I could tell and then she stopped her giggling completely. She never once said she loved me back. Maybe because the more we did it the less she began to like it, it and me. I was afraid I was going to lose her and that made me desperate. I began to research the internet for ways to please women. I discovered cunninglus was a big turn on for a lot of them.

I began eating her pussy on a regular basis. I started out just doing it during foreplay and it actually did seem to have a great effect on her. It wasn’t as much as I wanted though. I wanted to make her cum so I even started doing it after cumming inside her. I always felt I left her lacking after we made love and I thought this might make up for my inadequacy and lack of experience. The first time I went down on her after I had squirted my sperm in her pussy she tried to stop me.

“What are you doing?” She asked.

“I want to pleasure you,” I told her.

“You just came in me,” she said a little shocked. “It’s really messy down there.”

“I don’t care. I want to get you off.” I found myself pretty much begging her to let me pleasure her in this way. She finally shrugged and gave in. I’m pretty sure I did get her off unless she was faking which I didn’t see any reason for. It was the first time I actually made her orgasm out loud.

The second time I did it her protests weren’t as convincing as the first time. I could tell she really wanted me to do it this time. She just asked me if I was sure and when I assured her I was, she lied back and spread her legs wide to open up her creamy used pussy to my eager mouth. From then on, each time following our love making, she pretty much just would lie back and spread her legs immediately after I would cum in her pretty much expecting me to perform this act and seeming almost relieved that my fucking her was actually over with.

While I was developing my new skills with her in the bedroom, she had begun showing up at the gym to watch me develop my fighting skills or rather watch me get pounded on by Tyrone. Tyrone seemed to love pounding on me even more in front of my girlfriend. Everyone at the gym knew I was dating the girl with the reputation now and there were lots of jokes and whispers about it, that I did my best to ignore. When she first started showing up I was sure she was rooting for me, but as time progressed she seemed to really enjoy seeing me take a beating from Tyrone almost as much as he liked giving me one in front of her.

“Go get him, baby!” she would yell which had only seemed to make Tyrone lay into me that much harder. Eventually, it began to feel like that was the exact reason she was doing it and it started to become unclear to me if she were cheering for me or Tyrone. Tyrone had even started taking breaks by handing me off to a different sparring partner and going over to chat with her by himself whenever she would visit. Sometimes he would get a little extra touchy and feely with her and she never once tried to stop him. Every time, I would finish my training and go over to join them they would stop talking about whatever they were talking about as if I were intruding and she would get a really guilty look on her face. They had secrets they didn’t want to share with me. All I could think about was when Tyrone told me at the party that he would “hit” her some other time. I couldn’t help thinking he was keeping true to that promise even though he knew she had become my girlfriend.

One day he put his hand right on her ass and I was so distracted my sparring partner knocked me out cold. When I came around, she was standing over me smiling. So were Tyrone and my sparring partner.

“You almost had him, baby,” she joked and everyone laughed.

Despite the way she was acting, and despite the fact that Tyrone was trying to fuck her and she didn’t seem to mind it and might even want it, I asked her to go out steady with me and be my girl and my girl only.

“What are you talking about? I am going out with you.”

“I mean I want you to be my girl.”

“You mean like exclusively?”

“If you want,” I said, a little dejected.

It took her a long time to answer me and she finally came back with, “I have to think about it.”

The next day at the gym, Tyrone took his break the way he always did, handing me off to another sparring partner and going up to talk to her in the routine he had established. I tried not to look at them because it made me feel more like a pussy whipped jealous fool than I knew everyone already thought I was. It was a mistake. The next time I glanced over, they were nowhere to be seen. I probably would have been knocked out again, but this time, I jumped out of the boxing ring and headed for the only place I knew they must be, alone together. I braced myself for the worst, but one of Tyrone’s friends stopped me before I could enter the locker room.

“Where are you going, sport?”

Before I could even answer, Suzy emerged from the locker room with Tyrone right behind her. He was all smiles showing his big what teeth and looked a little worn out and I knew it wasn’t from boxing. Suzy was red faced with embarrassment. Her hair and make up were a mess. Her blouse was buttoned wrong and she was all sweaty. There was even an obvious run in one of her stockings. She also had this “after sex” look about her that I knew so well, but it was even more apparent than when she was done with me. Some of the others in the gym had gathered around and all had grins and smiles on their faces as they watched our interaction.

At first we just stared at each other and then Suzy grabbed my face and kissed me long and deep with lots of tongue. “Lets go home, baby. I’m so horny.”

“Taste a little salty?” Tyrone asked me. He and his friends laughed. I turned red with emasculated embarrassment.

“Hush up, you?” Suzy said to him, slapping him playfully with a little sudden aroused embarrassment of her own.

“Don’t forget to try that other thing too,” Tyrone said to her with a wink.

“Just ignore them,” Suzy said to me. Then she started untying my boxing gloves. “Lets get you out of these and get you home.”

“I need to shower,” I said.

“No you don’t. I’m not going to,” she informed me, and this time she was the one who winked at Tyrone making him and all his friends who had gathered around start laughing with her.

On the way home, I couldn’t look at her. I drove looking straight ahead and staring straight out the window. She seemed to be taunting me, smiling and trying to make small talk which I couldn’t pay attention to as we drove along.

“What’s the matter, baby? You don’t want me to be your girl any more?”

Is that what she was trying to do, make me not want to be her girl?

“I came to a decision,” she said.

Obviously, I thought. But it definitely wasn’t the way I thought at all. When we got to my place, she took me by the hand and led me straight into my bedroom. She seemed as eager to have sex with me as she had our very first night together. She immediately began disrobing, and then she hopped on her back and spread her legs wide. It was clear she had fucked him. Her pussy looked swollen, red and used. Her pussy hair was matted and sticky and I could even see thick white sperm leaking out of her. I knew it was Tyrone’s.

“Well,” she asked. “Is something the matter?”

“It… It’s just that…,” I had no idea what I was even trying to say. I wanted to know if she had fucked Tyrone. I mean, I knew but I wanted her to say it. What the hell was she trying to do to me?

“I thought you loved me.”

“I do.” I insisted.

“Then do that thing with your mouth. You know how much I like it.”

“Now?” I croaked out.

“Sure,” she said. “What’s the problem?”

“It’s just that…”

“I don’t think you love me at all. I think you just love the sex, just like every other guy.”

“That’s not true,” I insisted.

“Then prove it,” she said.

“This… This will prove it?” I asked with a whimper.

“It sure will. More than anything else you could ever do for me.”

With that I got down on my knees and put my face between her legs. I was a little less eager than usual at first, but I held back a gagging sensation and licked and lapped at her. I could taste him, a stranger’s cum inside my girlfriend’s pussy. I tried to lick around it but she grabbed a fistful of my hair and forced my face deeper into her used snatch. I began licking and lapping and she moaned.

“Oh yes, baby, you’re so good at this. Get in their deep, baby. Get all the way in there with your tongue and taste me, mmm.”

I started sobbing but began licking and lapping her all over her swollen used pussy and then even worked in deeply with my tongue. She rolled over on top of me and sat up and started riding my face. She grinded with her hips moaning and groaning and then she stiffened and pushed on her belly and a big gob of Tyrone’s sperm came out of her and filled my mouth. I gagged a little but she kept my head down and buried into the pillow with her weight, and immediately after Tyrone’s cum stopped dribbling out of her, she came herself, her cum mixing with his and that made things a little better.

“Oh God, baby. This is so good. This is so fucking good!”

She reached down and unfastened my pants and began stroking my cock, making it hard and the only reason I didn’t come was because I knew I was eating Tyrone’s cum out of her. Still, she brought me right to the edge before taking my hand and placing it on my cock and telling me to jerk myself off.

“That’s it, baby. Jerk your cock while you eat my lover’s cum out of my pussy. Show me how much you love me.”

There was no dancing around it now. She was admitting she had fucked someone else. Still, I did what she wanted, jerking myself off for her as I ate her pussy and her lover’s cum. I could hardly breathe but I kept on eating her and after she came another time, I finally felt myself cumming too, and that’s when she sighed and climbed off of me and stretched out beside me.

“I love you,” she said. And I started crying and she giggled her giggle. I had a lot of questions for her, but they could wait. I didn’t want to spoil this.
I was still glowing from the words that came out of Suzy’s mouth during our prior night’s love making. “I love you,” she had said to me. I thought I would never ever hear those words from her despite the fact that I had said them to her countless times in the brief period we had been seeing each other. The effect of her finally saying them back to me was overwhelming. There was no doubt she was my girl now and I decided I would do anything to keep her my girl.

It didn’t even matter any longer that she had made me eat Tyrone’s messy cream pie out of her pussy. I still didn’t understand why she had wanted me to do that, and I certainly didn’t like it, but it had all been worth it just to hear her say those words to me. Still, Suzy’s perspective on love and mine seemed to be two entirely different things. She made that abundantly clear at breakfast the next morning, a breakfast I had gotten up early to prepare for us.

“Not bad,” she said, daintily biting into a piece of toast, “But you might consider a cooking class if you plan on making this a regular thing.”

“Would you like it to be a regular thing?” I asked.

She smiled “Sure, why not?”

“I’ll look on the internet for some cooking classes today.”

Still smiling and beaming with confidence, she slid out a chair from under the kitchen table and placed her feet on it. “A massage class wouldn’t hurt either, one that teaches full body with all the oils as well as an emphasis on feet. I love a good foot massage.”

“You do? Would you like one now?”

She lifted her feet so I could sit on the chair she was resting them on. I sat and she replaced her feet onto my lap. I massaged them as she spoke.

“Not bad for a layman, but make sure to add that massage class to your list of things to do.”

“I will,” I promised.

“How do you feel about house cleaning, laundry and other little domestic chores?”

“I don’t mind doing them, if you don’t like to.”

“No one likes to do them. You can’t tell me you actually like to do them?”

“I like to make you happy. If doing all the chores makes you happy, I’ll be more than happy to do them all for you.”

That really put a smile on her face. “How sweet. You’ll have my place to keep clean as well as your own. Is that going to be a problem?”

“You could move in here,” I suggested hopefully but with hesitation.

“I’m considering that, but I still want to keep a place of my own, just in case things don’t work out and also for when you get on my nerves or when I just get sick of looking at your face.”

I felt dejected and I couldn’t hide it.

“Now, don’t pout. It’ll be better for both of us if I have my own little place on the side as well as a place with you. This will never work out if I start feeling trapped. You do want this to work out don’t you?”

“Yes, more than anything.”

“Good. So it’s decided then. I’ll most likely move in here but keep a place of my own to get away from it all every now and then. If you don’t hear from me for a few days from time to time, you won’t have to pout. You’ll know where I probably am and that I’ll be coming home to you… sooner or later anyway.”

I knew I should have my head examined, but that did actually make me feel good, not the part about her getting away from me and doing God only knows what else when she was off on her own, but the part about coming home to me eventually. Plus, if I did everything she wanted and stayed out of her way when I could tell she was in a bad mood, maybe she would have no reason to leave me at all, not even for a few days.

“How did you feel about last night?” She asked me. I knew this question would probably be coming sooner or later and I wasn’t sure how to answer it. I wasn’t even one hundred percent sure what she was talking about exactly or how she wanted and expected me to answer. I didn’t want to disappoint her just as we were starting our new actual relationship off. I had various conflicting feelings about what she made me do. There were points where I had been sexually aroused but also points where I felt a little disgusted and ashamed, especially the part about eating another man’s seed out of her, but I did enjoy that she enjoyed it and seemed to get off with one of the most intense orgasms I had ever given her yet with the best efforts of my tongue and mouth.

I shrugged. “What do you mean?”

“Did you have fun?”

I shrugged again.

“I did. It made me very happy. Do you know why?”

I shook my head. I hoped it was at least partly because I had performed so well with my mouth.

“Because that’s when I knew you really loved me and weren’t just saying it to get some pussy. Hardly any guy ever even goes down on me let alone after another guy has just fucked me. It’s probably because of my reputation. And the thing you did after helped prove it even more.”

What I had done after eating her used pussy was to jerk off on her belly and then lick it off her. When I had tried to make love to her, she had insisted I refrain from putting my cock in her pussy to prove sex didn’t matter in our relationship and she wasn’t just a cum dump to me. She still wanted me to get off though for having gotten her off so her idea was for me to jerk off on her belly while telling her how much I loved her. Licking it off of her was an afterthought she had come up with when I had started off to get a towel. She didn’t see it as a big deal since I normally eat it out of her pussy anyway and now had even added eating another man out of her as well.

“It was Tyrone’s idea, you know? Not the part about you jerking off on me and licking me clean after. That was all me. But the part about you eating him out of me, he came up with. When I told him how much you claimed to love me, he said that would be a good way for me to make you prove it. I’m fully aware that it was actually about him just wanting to fuck me really, but it was a good idea and it did convince me and that made me love you back. You must be happy about that.”

“Very happy,” I admitted.

“So you liked it? Or at least you like it now?”

“I guess I like it well enough now.”

“Good. Then maybe it would be nice if you thanked Tyrone.”

“Thank him?!” I was stupefied.

“Sure, if not for him, we might have never gotten together like this. I think it’s the least you could do.”

My head started spinning. How was I supposed to thank him? Thank you, Tyrone for fucking my girl? Was she serious or was she just joking around? Not only would it be emasculating but he would probably think I was being a smart ass. I was thankful that she believed I loved her and that she loved me back, but I wasn’t actually thankful that he had fucked her. Over time I’m fairly certain I could have proven my love to her without this kind of assistance. But if I thought this was as bad as things could get, I was dead wrong.

“Is there a problem?”

“It just seems a little weird.”

“Really? So you care more about how weird you look than our love?”

“No, absolutely not. That’s not what I’m saying!”

“Good. So today when you get to the gym I want you to walk straight up to Tyrone and thank him for your tasty treat?”


“That’s right. You say, thank you for the cream pie you helped my girl make for me. Tell him how tasty it was. Thank him for giving me a proper fucking because you’re not man enough to do it by yourself. You will also tell him that it will be fine with you if he helps you out in the future because you’re going to need a lot of help keeping me satisfied like a real man could.”

“I can’t say all that.”

“That’s too bad. You almost really had me convinced that you really did love me.”

I could see what she was doing now. I should have just agreed to thank him and left it at that. My resistance gave her doubt concerning my sincerity. She pulled her feet off my lap and stood. She was going to leave, and probably not just for a few days.

“Wait.” I put my head down. “I’ll… I’ll do it.”

She smiled, sat back down and put her feet back up on my lap. “Rub.”


I entered the gym with Suzy at my side. She was happier than someone who had just won the lottery, waving at everyone who looked our way. I couldn’t look anyone in the eye. I felt dizzy and thought I might faint. Tyrone was at a corner of the boxing ring with a group of the guys, all black guys who trained with us. Suzy put a hand on my back and when I looked at her, she put a fake pout on her face.

“Oh come on. It won’t be that bad. Be brave.”

We made our way to Tyrone.

“Tyrone?” I said to him. He looked at me as if ready for some type of confrontation. He wasn’t afraid, or even uncomfortable. He looked annoyed like he was about to listen to some flea with a complaint. It was clear he was used to dealing with guys with girlfriends he had fucked before.

“I um… I just err…” I couldn’t get the words out.

“Come on. You can do it, sweetie.”

“I wanted to thank you for what you did for me?”

“Huh?” Tyrone asked. He looked at me like I had grown a second head. His face stared in blank faced shock.

Suzy smiled at all of them and rubbed my back again. “Come on, sweetie. That’s not the way we practiced it.”

“I want to thank you for my tasty treat last night, and for taking care of my girlfriend the way I can’t. I’m not man enough to satisfy her in that way and I would be grateful if you could help me out in the future.”

Tyrone looked stunned. His friends burst out laughing, and then Tyrone did too. Even Suzy couldn’t help chuckling. I felt my face turn red with shame and embarrassment.

“Let me get this straight. You’re thanking me for fucking your girlfriend, and you want me to fuck her in the future for you?”

I didn’t know what to say. I looked to Suzy for support.

“It’s okay, sweetie. Don’t be ashamed.”

I turned back to Tyrone, put my head down and nodded shamefully. His friends burst out laughing and slapping each other’s palms and screaming.

“When I told you to feed him my cream, I had no idea he would like it that much.” He said to Suzy.

“What about us?” One of Tyrone’s friends asked. “You need us to help you out too?”

I looked to Suzy.

“We’ll discuss that later,” Suzy said to me.

“All of us,” another of Tyrone’s friends asked. “Goddamn.”

“What kind of girl do you think I am?” Suzy asked them, winking and giggling that giggle of hers.

“Oh we know what kind of girl you are,” Tyrone said, grabbing her around the waist from behind and grinding his hips into her ass. Another of the guys reached out and grabbed one of her tits and squeezed. All she did was squeal and slap at them playfully. I thought they were going to fuck her right then and there, but she took mercy on me.

“Come on now, guys. My boyfriend is right here and this is a lot for him to take in all at once.”

“Yeah, your boyfriend,” Tyrone said letting go of her and looking at me. He patted me on the shoulder. “You’re a hell of a sport about all this. We’ll make sure she gets what she needs for you, buddy. And we’ll make sure to get her home at a decent hour when she needs it.”

“Yeah, like sunrise,” one of his friends laughed.

“Don’t wait up,” another said. They laughed and Suzy laughed with them. Then she rubbed my back again. She was really happy.

“I don’t think you’re in any shape to box today, sweetie. Why don’t we go home?”

At that moment I couldn’t think of anything I would have rather done.


On the ride home, she slid over in the middle of the front seat and sat close beside me. “I’m so proud of you, sweetie. See how easy that was?” She kissed me and then her phone rang. She answered it and turned to me to tell me it was Tyrone. She reached over and unfastened my pants and reached inside and started stroking my cock as she talked to him. It felt so good and her hands were so soft, I didn’t even mind the things she was saying to him.

“It’s tiny and pink, not big and black like yours, but it’s really hard. I’m playing with it right now. I think it likes hearing me talk to you while I play with it.”

I should have been mortified but I wasn’t. I just wanted her to keep playing with my cock. She was right. It was tiny and pink, but it was also real hard, just like she said, although it was more because of her hand than her talking to her lover on the phone I told myself.

“You want to see me tonight?” She looked at me. She pulled her hand out of my pants, spit on it and put it back down inside and started stroking me faster. “Well, I’m not sure if I’ll be at my place or his. Maybe you can stop by?”

“What?” I said, and she pulled her hand off my cock and gave me an angry look. I heard myself saying, “I’m sorry.”

She smirked smugly and put her hands down in my pants and started stroking me again. She laughed at something Tyrone said. Then she took her hand off my cock again to cover the mouth piece, “He thinks you might want to try a fresh wet cream pie to see if you like that better than the stale crusty one. What do you think, sweetie?”

She held her hand just above my hard on and studied my face. She tapped the tip of my cock head with the tip of her index finger a couple times waiting. She was blackmailing me with a hand job. I’d like to say I wasn’t that weak or pathetic, but that wasn’t true.

“Whatever you want, sweetheart,” I told her.

She smiled and started stroking me again. “He says he would love to try one of your fresh wet sticky cream pies. He really liked the last one. He also wants to know if he can watch you fuck me so he can see how a real man fucks a woman. Okay, baby, see you tonight then.” She blew him a kiss, hung up and immediately stopped stroking me.

I looked at her with disappointment.

“What’s the matter, sweetie?”

I didn’t say anything, but it was obvious.

“You need to save your strength for tonight.”

And as usual she was right, so that’s what I did.

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