What Happens When Her New BF Cums In You

You’re not like the rest of those sissy bitches. You have dignity. You have a social life. You’re not even THAT much of a little beta pussy bitch. The reason she left you is complex, you tell yourself, when deep down you know that isn’t the truth. You’re not a real man and she knows it. The sex was good! Or it was. In the very beginning. When she didn’t know how much of an incompetent loser you were. You could get hard but you just couldn’t cum. You couldn’t help it if your mind wandered.

To describe her beauty as a defense to why you were never able to nut in her guts would only be an insult. She’s perfect, in every way, which explains why she was able to land him.

It’s a sore topic for you. Him. The man who fucks your ex now. The one she tells you made her squirt for the first time, cum back to back to back, only to explode a huge load inside of her. You couldn’t help but tune everything out except the last part. And then after that you couldn’t stop thinking about it.

His fat load. His big, fat, juicy, white load. Creamy, she calls it. Handfuls, she claims. Just so, so much white, oozing off the top. You’re a man, just like him. There’s no logic behind you kind of actually wanting to be his bitch, no rhyme or reason at all. Maybe that’s why you want so bad for him to just make you take it. Push you down, make the decision for you. As if it wasn’t already written all over your face. You want him so bad.

You take comfort in him using you. He’s not easy to please and he takes his time, and if he knows how to fuck gently, he’s not going to prove that on you. If you cry he goes harder. He takes pleasure in knowing he’s pushed you over the edge, put you in a sub space you’ve never felt before. You get used and yet you gain so much. When he finally pumps his big fat load in you he doesn’t give you a choice: up into your guts it goes. You wanted it this way so badly. You wanted to feel what your ex feels every night, what you were never able to give her when she was with you. You wish you could playback the groan he makes when he cums in your guts over and over again. You wish you could plug up your asshole so you could keep him inside you forever.

Sometimes you find yourself thinking about him more than you think about her. You go out shopping, spending your paychecks on things you think he’d like on her. The tiniest shorts, daintiest lingerie sets, crystal encrusted heels. You don’t give these things to her though, no. You put them on by yourself in the privacy of your room like a real sissy bitch, taking pictures for hours in the hopes that maybe, MAYBE if he likes them, he’ll fill you up once more. You need it. You’re addicted now, and all it took was once with him. All you care about is being a good, pretty little bitch for him and getting in one more big fat load. You’ll do anything for him.