Pussy Equilibrium Patrol Cuck
You don’t get to fuck hot girls.
The closest you’ll ever get to it is working to be her PEPC (Pussy Equilibrium Patrol Cuck)—a coveted role in which you never get to penetrate her, no, at least not with your dick. Your tongue on the other hand? Now that’s a whole other ballgame. The objective of this role is to soothe her swollen pussy after getting fucked and pumped full by a man who will never be you. This position is definitely for the weak, in the sense that you’ll have to get used to being their malleable play thing, molded to fit perfectly into their lives, or at least whenever they choose to breed. There will be no pushback if when carrying out your duties as PEPC you are smacked in the face with world’s fattest pair of balls, still damp with cum and sweat from pounding her too hard, and no doubt already full of more nut to explode into her. Not a word will escape your desperate mouth as it will be too consumed with the sweet nectars which escape each one of her holes. It’s your job to collect every last drop, even if it mean holding your position for hours, days even.
You don’t even get to watch her get fucked.
This isn’t a free for all. While he gets to fuck her, you get into ready position: on all fours, head to the floor, crouched in a closet, cock in a cage. Your very existence concealed for their viewing pleasure as you cram yourself away in more ways than one. Even random strangers online have more access to her than you do as she sends out their sex tapes, the ones you’ve only ever dreamt of watching, all but for a few seconds. The only gift you get is the unmistakable sound of her cakes getting smashed, ass cheeks clapped so loud you’d think his dick won the Nobel Penis prize for world’s most prolific sperm producer. You get to hear his quiet grunts as he works to fill her up, and the distinct sound her pussy makes when it gets filled to the brim with his nut. That, and the taste. You could go on about the taste forever. See, because that’s your thing. He might get to fuck her, and all these other guys might get to watch, but only you get the holy combination of their bodily fluids mixed together to form a cocktail fit for the lowliest of cucks. You know you’re easily replaceable, viewed only as a matter of waste disposal for them, but for you? It’s heaven. Greater than heaven, and one you won’t squander. You approach it like licking honey off a thorn: get too greedy and you’ll drown in a pool of your own blood, the sound of his balls pumping into her the last thing you hear before you draw your last breath.
