Making Him Fuck Your Hand As A "trial Run" Before You Even Let Him See Your Pussy

Raw || July 01 - 2019

nice!

Tie his hands above his head and use him like he's a dildo you just stuck to the wall

Me too!

“I just want it to balance out sweetie… If your cock keeps shrinking in it’s cage… The cock going in your ass will keep getting bigger!“

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Whenever we go shopping together, she requires me to stay 2 steps directly behind her, unless there is a door for me to hold open for her. I follow her around everywhere, carrying her purchases in my arms. I am to keep my eyes fixated on her only, which makes for a very tight cage as she casually strolls right in front of me. Occasionally I can’t help but moan at the discomfort. Her response to the sound is a soft, smug laugh and perhaps a one-handed smack on her own backside.

It was all because of my girlfriend Beth’s bitchy bff Carol- that’s her standing behind my girl…well, my ex-girlfriend now…

I never did anything to deserve it either. In fact, I always went out of my way to be super nice to her, but she told me right to my face I wasn’t good enough for any friend of hers. She called me a loser and a wimp, and when I tried to defend myself, she just laughed. Another time, I told her I wanted to talk to her, and I told her that I knew she didn’t like me, but me and Beth were falling in love and I since I knew they were bffs, I really wanted her to like me. Her reaction was so out of line! She slapped me hard across my face, then grabbed my face by my jaw and squeezing hard, raised my face up to hers (she’s much taller than me), so close our noses were almost touching, and she said sternly “we will never, ever, be friends. I hate you. And I will get Beth to break up with you if it’s the last thing I do. Because it’s what I want, and trust me, I always get what I want. So you might as well give up now.” Then she spat right in my face, turned and marched away.

My head was spinning from the encounter, and from that moment on, I was always terrified of her. Whenever she was around, she would talk about other men, and how much better and more compatible they would be for Beth, and I never dared say a word.

A few weeks later, Beth said she was going out for a girls night out. I noticed she was dressed to kill, in a sleek black dress and her sexy fur coat. I should’ve known this wasn’t an ordinary girls night. But again, I was too timid to question her. Still, it was bothering me and I couldn’t stop wondering… so finally I FaceTimed her. Before I could get a word out, Beth said “yeah, what do you want?” I stuttered something about just missing her. I saw Carol behind her, looking impatient and annoyed and telling Beth “come on, let’s go already, they’re waiting for us”.

“They?” I asked nervously, “are there… other girls with you two?”

“No sweetie,” Beth answered in her most sympathetic tone, “I’m sorry, but… Carol set us up for a double date…”

I was floored, stunned and speechless. I just started crying, and couldn’t only manage to say “please… just come home, please? I love you-“

The Carol grabbed the phone and said “Give it up, loser, she’s not coming home to you. Her date is H.O.T. hot. He’s twice the man you are, and she wants to be with him. It’s finally over. You’re over. Now don’t bother us again.” Then she hung up, realizing she’d finally done it. She’d won.

I cried for awhile, and just as I was calming down, a text came in from Carol. It was a pic of Beth and her date dancing. His hands were on her ass, and her head was resting on his chest. I began crying again, and again, after I’d finally started to calm down, another text, this time, they were kissing. And so it went the rest of the night. Just as I would calm down, Carol would send me another pic, I’d cry some more, then calm down, then get another text. It was the cruelest torment I’d ever experienced. Pure torture, and Carol was clearly delighting in every minute of it.

The last pic I got was of Beth and her date in the back seat of a car. His hand was in under her fur coat, obviously caressing Beth’s chest, and Beth’s hand was in his crotch, obviously caressing him. There was no doubt where the night was headed. By now I was cried out and numb to the emotional pain. I stared at the last pic, and to my horror, felt myself getting hard, and then, to my shame, I masturbated to the pic, and at some point, fell asleep.

When I woke up in the morning, Beth had still not come home. I checked my phone, and there was a text from her. It said she’d be by at some point later to talk. I knew what that meant. I looked at the last pic again, staring at it, and found myself getting hard again…