Cucked By A Piece Of Furniture
From the moment you met her you haven’t been able to stop thinking about fucking your girlfriend. You don’t mean to be a desperate pervert, but every time you’d look at her you’d feel all the blood rush straight to your cock. Pavlov’d to the point of having to calm yourself down at the sight of her name because reading those letters strung together would electrify you. It was painful to put in all the work, attempting to dilute your feelings towards her, just for her to do nothing and have you reeling, begging for more. The descension into depravity never stopped.
At night you’d dream about what it must feel like being completely hers, forever. A tattoo of her name across your chest, maybe even a nice branding along the back of your neck for everyone to see. But there’s nothing you dream of more than being deep inside her. To feel her walls close in around you. To feel sucked into her while all she feels is pleasure. To push yourself so far you have no choice but to explode inside of her.
You know she’s never done anything like it before. The few times you talked about it, she’s been nervous. What if it doesn’t fit? You assured her you’d make it good for her, that you’d be nice. You’d stretch her out but it wouldn’t be too bad. It could hurt a little but she might even enjoy how it feels to have something inside her like that. She might even get a little addicted tobeing filled up like that. She looked at you and said nothing as you fantasized out loud about mounting her.
Tonight is the night. Tonight is the moment you’ve been waiting lifetimes for, even your ancestors are rooting for you to finally get some, to finally know what she feels like sinking down deep on your cock. To know what she sounds like the moment you put it in, and the moans that follow as you pump her full of yourself. You’ve been unable to think about anything else for weeks, and today every part of your body, especially your cock, is teeming to go. Every movement makes you feel like you’re just going to explode. Every thought you have pushes you to cum everywhere, all at once. Your right arm is already swollen from all the jerking off you’ve been doing; no porn, just thoughts of her.
You’ve been killing time all day. You’ve checked your phone a million times, as if you could somehow bend the will of time just like how you plan to bend your girlfriend over tonight. Minutes pass like hours but finally… finally the night is yours. You’ve been driving around like an idiot, because having your hands on the wheel is better than being tempted to milk your own balls. You want to impress her with the biggest, fattest load she’ll ever see in her life.
Just as you turn the corner to her house you receive a call. It’s her, the love of your life, the woman you’re about to plow and cum so hard inside. “Baby?” you say, but she doesn’t say anything back. Instead you hear…crying? You can’t make it out because they’re sounds you’ve never heard from her before. It sounds like she’s saying something… it sounds like she’s in pain? You put her on speaker, her sounds now amplified as you rev your engine and nearly crash your car into her driveway. Kicking in her front door, ignoring the bewildered looks of her family members, you sprint to her bedroom—you don’t have time to explain yourself when your baby’s in trouble. It’s okay, you’re here now, and you feel yourself hardening at your own gallantry. You’ll save the day and get your reward, you tell yourself.
There is no reward. Not for you, at least, because after you body slammed her bedroom door open you were confronted by the fact that guys like you don’t get nice things. Guys like you don’t get to feel pussy, regardless if it’s their girlfriend’s. Guys like you get to be teased with the idea of fucking her, only to come face to face with the fact that she doesn’t want you. She never fucked you because she never wanted you, and if she did, it was so easy to find something bigger, better, thicker, more filling. So when you walked in and saw her fitting her whole bedpost into her pussy, were either of you really that surprised? When you saw her mouth agape, like she wanted to say something but just couldn’t, couldn’t even make a sound anymore, were you really shocked? As you watched her sink down deeper onto the thick wooden beam coated in her own cum, were you even bothered? OR did you want to lick her little clit as she went deeper and deeper?
Your girlfriend didn’t wait for you to get stretched out. She knew she wanted more than you could offer and so she took matters into her own hands, as she should. You promised to plow her but she wanted real destruction, true ruination, something she’d never really ever come back from, something she’d have to think about every time she had sex. She was never actually going to let you hit it, not before letting you know that if she had to choose between the two of you, she’d choose to fuck the bedpost instead, every time.
