A Cocktail Dress And Complete Distress

As she walked into the room, her smile quickly turned to a frown. Would it be too quick to assume that love was no longer in bloom?

It’s all tantrums, tears, and hope held together by the memories of before. She looks so pretty in that dress, but her face could not hide the anger. You know what comes next. The fire in her eyes becomes the fire that she breathes as she scolds every little action you’ve done today. It’s your fault—always your fault. You just let her rant and rave because you’re tired, and the last thing you need is more problems.

“… and if that’s not enough, you just had to go and flirt with her, didn’t you? Is she prettier than me? Do I bore you?”

She is still talking about lunch. It’s been hours since it happened but you made the unforgivable mistake of talking to a waitress with more than just the usual collection of ten words and suddenly you’re the worst person ever. You don’t even bother to answer. You’re tired of this whole charade.

“Well? Aren’t you going to say something?”

“What do you want me to say, Ning? I didn’t do anything wrong. I’m not allowed to talk to people anymore?”

“That’s not what I mean and you know it! You should have known that I wouldn’t like it and yet you still went ahead and did it!”

If she hates that, she’s going to really hate what happens later.

“Look. I’m done. I’m going for a drink, I’ll come back when you’ve calmed down.”

“Oh, so I’m not even good enough for you to stay around and fuck me? You’d rather drink than be with me?”

It’s just one of the three situations where she isn’t shouting at you. When you’re in public, when you’re apart or when you’re between the sheets. So that’s the reality. Put the two of you alone in a room and you’re either shouting or shagging. Docked in tempestuous bays.

You’re slipping into your jacket and putting on those boots when she begins to say, “If you still loved me, you would…” and the door slams behind you.

A few drinks in, and she’s still on your mind. It’s hard not to think about her, even harder when there are pictures of her everywhere. She’s always in your head and it’s a curse. It wasn’t always like this. She used to make you happy. It was supposed to be easy, right?

Wrong.

“What am I doing here?” You whisper to yourself, but it’s not the bar that’s the problem. You’re asking a far more important question. You’re not asking why you’re drinking. No, there’s a far worse habit that rears its ugly head. It’s fucked up, you know it, but damn is she pretty. A cocktail dress and bedroom eyes are a dangerous combination for a man like you. You lie and bargain with yourself, telling the other voice in your head that you’re only human.

You see her sitting alone, drinking. It’s a familiar scene, one you’ve seen many times before. She’s been abandoned. There’s an emptiness in her eyes and she’s staring off into the distance. She’s not really here. She’s not really anywhere.

Until you reel her back to earth with a coy smirk and a quip, “You know, being stood up isn’t always a bad thing. Sometimes it can be an opportunity.”

She looks you over, the spark returns to her eyes and a smile tugs at the corner of her lips. You haven’t always been particularly smooth but she seems to like it. You both do. The flirting, the seduction. You both know what’s going to happen.

She starts falling over her words and giggling nervously. You’re both playing the same game, trying to find out how fast you can take her to bed. It’s a game you’re both going to lose. Her name is Giselle, and much like the girl you left in your apartment, she isn’t from around here. Not exactly anyway. You find out she was born here, but like her accent fails to hide, she grew up in a few different places. You don’t ask her why, she doesn’t ask you. She doesn’t ask why you’re here or why you’re drunk. All she wants is you, and you can’t say no to that.

“Picture this,” you tell her, “it’s the 1920s in the West and cocktail bars are all the rage—and we’re in the jazz era. Drinking culture among women is on the rise, and those women need the perfect attire. Something elegant and fancy, but also with hemlines free enough that they can get on the dancefloor and kick up a Charleston. That’s how we got cocktail dresses.”

“Oh yeah? And why do you know that?” She asks.

“Because I thank those women every single time I see a woman as beautiful as you wearing one.”

Giselle laughs, but the blush on her cheeks says she likes it. She’s a sucker for a bit of attention. You both are. Then there’s this back-and-forth of casual questions served with a side of not-so-casual looks. The glances at her chest. The way her eyes drift between your legs. The way she places her hand over the top of yours when you lean against the table—it’s all a game.

She’ll say things like, “You’ve got big hands,” and then bite her lip and look up at you.

“They’re good for lots of things,” you’ll reply and the suggestion is enough to have her mind working overtime. It’s also enough for you to forget the woman back in your apartment.

After a while, you decide it’s time to make a move. You ask her, “Want to get out of here?”

“Thought you’d never ask,” she replies and then it’s a matter of convenience that her apartment is just around the corner. So you’re stumbling down the street with her arms clinging to yours and your hand stealing a few deft touches of her ass. The walk isn’t far, and when you’re both inside her place, her mouth is on yours and your hands are all over each other.

You’re making out like horny teenagers, desperate and full of energy. Her fingers fumble with your belt while you unzip her dress and help her wriggle out of it. She is in nothing but a pair of panties and a strapless bra while your cock is out and she’s already stroking it, and then she drops to her knees and wraps her lips around it. Her tongue is hot and wet, her cheeks hollow as she sucks and the sounds are obscene.

Giselle has this look in her eye. She’s loving the way you’re staring at her like she’s the best thing you’ve ever seen. Her mouth pops off your dick and she smiles, licking her lips and then stroking your cock.

“You’re right; being stood up isn’t always a bad thing.”

You’re also so wrong. You shouldn’t be here, doing this, but god is she beautiful. Your hand is in her hair and she’s moaning like a whore, and there’s nothing you can do to stop. You’re not thinking about your girlfriend back home. All you can think about is how good it feels to have Giselle’s mouth wrapped around your cock.

“God, you’re so good at that,” you groan and she moans around you, and you twitch in her mouth. The vibrations are wonderful and she can feel it too. She moans even more and sucks a little harder, and she’s so good that she almost makes you blow your load in her mouth. You pull back, your cock slips from her lips and her lips turn up into a wicked smile. She knows what’s coming next.

Giselle is back on her feet and pulling you towards her closed bedroom door. She doesn’t open it, stopping you right outside and telling you to wait. There’s something on the cabinet that she reaches for, and you watch in filthy amazement as she steps around you and yanks your wrists back. Handcuffs click shut around your wrists and suddenly you’re very aware of how vulnerable you are.

“You’ve been such a bad boy,” she purrs. “And we’re going to have to teach you a lesson.”

“We?”

She opens the door and pushes you through it. You stumble and with no way to break your fall, you land on the carpet with a grunt.

“Hi, babe.” The voice is distinct. It’s familiar, and the owner of it places her foot square in the middle of your back. “Did you miss me?”

“Ningning,” you whisper.

“You thought you could get away with this shit again and again and again? Thought I wouldn’t find out about all the girls you’ve fucked? All the times you’ve lied to my face and said you’re out working late?”

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry,” she repeats and mocks. “Sorry, for what exactly? Sorry for lying or sorry because you got caught? Sorry that you just had her lips on your cock or sorry that you didn’t cum down her throat?”

You can’t answer. You’re speechless, and she’s digging her heel between your shoulder blades.

“That’s what I thought,” she continues. “You’re not sorry. You’re just scared of what happens next.” There’s a pair of hands at your ankles and you kick out the keep them away, only for Ningning to push her foot harder into you and tell you, “You’re going to let her tie you up, and you’re going to let her do whatever she wants.”

You feel the hands again, and this time you don’t kick out. Giselle ties a rope around each ankle and then pulls them tight together. You try to struggle now, but there’s nothing you can do. Ningning removes her foot from you and kicks you over onto your back. The girls stand side by side, both in only their underwear, looking down at you as if you’re dirt.

“You make me sick,” Ningning hisses. “I can’t believe I ever loved you. Look at you. Pathetic.”

“You can’t do this,” you whimper.

“You’re not really in a position to be arguing, are you?” Giselle points out. “Also why the fuck are you still hard?”

The girls are right. You’re hard, painfully so, and even though you’re terrified, there’s a part of you that’s aroused. Ningning can see it too, and she’s disgusted. “You’re not human,” she growls. “No, you’re just a dog, a dirty, dirty dog.”

“What are you going to do with me?” You ask, and the girls look at each other and smile.

“Giselle, why don’t you show him?”

“Sure,” Giselle says, and then she’s falling to her knees again, right by your head, and her thighs are on either side of your face. She smothers you. Her panty-clad cunt is against your lips, and you can smell her. You can’t breathe, and you panic and struggle. Giselle is too strong. She’s laughing at you and grinding her hips and the wetness on her panties soaks through and covers your face.

“You’re such a dirty, dirty boy,” she coos. “I bet you want to taste it, don’t you? You’re shameless. Fucking whore.”

She releases the pressure, letting you breathe, and the first thing you do is beg for forgiveness. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“Are you sorry for cheating on me, or are you sorry for not licking her cunt?” Ningning asks, and you’re not sure how to answer. Both? Neither? All you can do is shake your head.

“What are you sorry for?” Giselle snaps.

“I don’t know!”

“Yes, you do,” Ningning says. “Tell us what you did wrong.”

“I cheated on you,” you blurt out, and both girls laugh.

“Cheated on me? That’s what you’re going with?”

“I… I cheated on her,” you tell Giselle.

“How many times?” Giselle demands, and you don’t answer. She presses her hips back down and covers your nose and mouth, her hot cunt suffocates as she shakes her hips, bouncing her pretty ass over your face.

“I’m asking you a question, asshole. How. Many. Times.”

“A lot!” You choke out, and she lets up.

“How many is a lot?”

“I don’t know! A lot!”

“You don’t know, or you don’t want to tell me?”

“A lot!”

There’s anger in Ningning’s voice as she calls you names, “You’re a whore. A cheater. You’re a liar. You’re scum. You’re a dog. You’re worthless. You’re nothing. You’re going to pay.”

Giselle stands up, leaving you gasping. “You want to be a whore? Then we’ll treat you like one.” Giselle says as she stands and slips her panties from her waist. She holds them in front of your face, a little wet stain on the cotton.

“This is all your fault, you know,” Ningning says as Giselle steps over you. Your eyes widen as she squats down, hovering over your face. The puffy pink flesh is inches away, glistening wet. You can smell her. It’s intoxicating. You can’t stop yourself, and you’re licking her pussy, trying to find her clit.

“Stop,” she says, slapping you across the face, and you flinch and whimper. “You only do what we tell you to, you got that? If we tell you to lick, then you lick. If we tell you to speak, then you speak. If we tell you to be quiet, then you be fucking quiet. You understand?”

You nod, and she slaps you again.

“Use your words.”

“Yes,” you mutter, and the word is barely out before her thighs wrap around your ears, and you’re once again smothered. This time, her pussy is bare and she grinds it over you, sliding her slit across your face, and rubbing her clit on your lips.

“Lick,” she commands, and you obey. You stick your tongue out, and she grabs your hair and grinds on it. The moans are filthy and she’s calling you names, and the whole time you’re deathly aware of Ningning watching you.

“Slut,” Ningning spits. “You love it, don’t you?”

You try to respond, but your words are lost in the folds of Giselle’s cunt. Ningning is right. You do love it. You love being her little whore.

Giselle is moaning now. Her hips are shaking, and you know she’s close. Your tongue is sore, but you don’t care. You keep licking, keep eating her out. You want her to cum, to cover your face with her juices.

“That’s right. Lick my fucking cunt.”

She’s really riding your face now, her whole body shaking, and her legs quiver. She’s going to cum. You’re not stopping, not until she tells you to. She grabs your hair again, pulling you deeper into her. You feel her tense up, and then her whole body is convulsing. Giselle is moaning and grinding, and the only thing you can think about is how she tastes. Sweet and sticky. You can’t stop yourself, and your cock is aching.

Ningning can see it, and she’s laughing at you. She calls you pathetic, and you don’t care. You are pathetic. You’re a dog. You’re nothing. You’re worthless.

“Don’t you dare fucking stop,” Giselle pants, and you don’t. Your tongue is still lapping at her cunt, and her legs are shaking, her juices running down your chin. You’re a mess, and you don’t care.

She stands up, finally releasing you, and you’re gasping for air.

“See what happens when you’re a good boy?”

“Yes,” you whimper, and Ningning shakes her head.

“Oh, look at that. He thinks he’s done,” Ningning says, and the girls exchange a look. “He’s not done. Not by a long shot.”

Ningning walks around and kicks your side. You groan in pain.

“Get up,” she orders, and you struggle, trying to get on your knees. You manage to sit up, but the handcuffs keep you from doing much more than that. Ningning kneels down next to you, her face inches from yours. “You’re not done,” she repeats. “We said you were going to pay, and you are.”

She kisses you and then bites your lip. You wince, but don’t pull away. You can taste the blood in your mouth. She smiles and then bites your earlobe—hard.

“You’re going to take your punishment,” she says, her voice low. “You’re going to take whatever we give you, and then some.”

“Yes I am,” you agree.

“Good,” she replies and stands back up while keeping her hand on your head. She steps toward you, dragging your face between her legs. She pulls her panties to the side and she grinds her pussy against your mouth. “Eat my cunt.”

Your tongue goes to work. Her pussy is already dripping wet, and you lap up her juices. She’s grinding against your face, and you feel her fingers grabbing your hair, pulling your head closer. You can barely breathe, but you don’t care. You’re there to scratch her itch; you’re her toy, and she’s using you. It makes her moan. Those sweet moans you love so much. She’s saying things, but you can’t hear her. All you can focus on is her.

The door opens and there are sounds of movement behind you, but she won’t let you turn away. You stare at her toned abs while you eat her cunt, and know what will happen if you stop, so you don’t.

“Mm, yes,” she moans. “That’s it, eat my pussy. It’s all you’re good for, isn’t it?”

She pulls your hair, making you wince, and you keep licking her cunt. She’s so wet, so hot, and so tight. You can’t help but moan into her pussy, and the vibration makes her moan louder.

“Fucking whore. You love this, don’t you?”

You moan again, and she laughs.

“That’s what I thought. Fuck, I’m going to cum on your face.”

Her grip on your hair tightens, and her legs shake. She’s going to cum, and you’re not stopping. Your tongue keeps going, tasting her sweet nectar, and her legs shake more. She’s panting, moaning, and then her whole body goes tense. You feel her juices running down your chin as she cums, and you lap it up like the good dog you are.

“Oh god, that’s it,” she moans, her legs still shaking. She steps back and strikes a strong slap across your face, that sends your head turning. Then you see them. Two new girls. Two naked girls. One tall, the other short, and both grinning from ear to ear.

“This is him?” the taller one says. “He doesn’t look like much.”

“That’s because he’s a dog,” Ningning spits back, and she strikes your cheek again. Giselle takes hold of you, dragging you around to face the other girls.

“Look at him,” Giselle says. “Such a pathetic excuse for a man.”

“Yeah,” the taller one says, kneeling down next to you. “What do you think, Yeseo?”

“Looks pathetic to me, Xiaoting,” the shorter one answers, and they’re both laughing.

“He’s nothing,” Ningning adds, and you can’t disagree.

“He looks like a toy,” the taller one says, and then she’s reaching down and stroking your cock. You moan. Her hands are soft and warm, and she strokes it nice and slow.

“A toy, huh? Yeah, I guess he does,” the shorter one agrees, and then she’s touching your cock too.

“Make him suffer, girls.”

They’re stroking your cock, and the sensation is amazing. They’re touching it everywhere, stroking the shaft, teasing the tip. You’re so turned on, and they’re laughing at you.

“Aw, look at that,” Xiaoting says. “He’s all excited.”

“How pathetic,” Yeseo adds, and she grabs your balls and squeezes them. You gasp, and they laugh harder.

“Does that hurt?” Xiaoting laughs. “Too bad. Here, let me help.” She lets go of your cock, and then she’s squeezing your balls too.

“Please, stop,” you beg.

“Stop what?” Xiaoting asks, and then she squeezes harder. You cry out in pain, and they all laugh.

“Does that hurt?” Giselle taunts, and you can’t speak.

“I think he likes it,” Yeseo says, and then she lets go of your balls and grabs your cock again.

“Mm, he does,” Xiaoting agrees, and they’re stroking your cock faster now. Their hands are slick with precum, and the sensation is almost much.

“You’re a dirty boy,” Giselle says, and then she’s spitting on your face. You can feel the warm saliva hitting your cheek.

“Oh yeah, he’s a filthy pig,” Xiaoting agrees, and then she’s spitting on you too.

“He’s disgusting,” Yeseo says, and she makes it three. You can’t help it. It’s humiliating, and you love it. Your cock is rock hard, and the girls can feel it. They’re laughing at you, calling you names, and jerking you off.

“Fuck, look at his face. He’s about to cum,” Yeseo giggles, and you’re right there. You’re so close.

“Not yet,” Ningning demands with another slap on your face, and the girls let you go. Giselle drags you by the shoulders back onto the floor.

“Please,” you beg.

“You want to cum” Ningning sneers. “Then beg for it.”

You’re desperate. You’ll do anything, so you start to plead, “Please, please let me cum.”

Yeseo is climbing over you, and then she turns, facing her juicy ass at you and lowering it to your hips.

“Oh god,” you moan, feeling her bare skin against yours.

“Is that good?” she teases, and you can only nod. She laughs, and then her pussy is pressing down onto your cock.

“Please,” you beg.

“Shh,” Giselle scolds.

“You’re so pathetic,” Xiaoting spits.

“He’s a worthless piece of shit,” Yeseo adds, right as she drags you to her entrance. Her pussy is dripping wet, and it feels incredible. She sinks down, taking you in, and the pressure is great. You’ve never felt anything like it.

“Fuck,” you moan, and she laughs.

“That’s right. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

“Yes, please,” you beg.

“Tell us what you want,” Ningning demands, and then you’re struck again.

“I want to cum,” you say, and the girls all laugh. Yeseo starts at a slow pace, dragging her ass up and down your cock. It’s amazing. Xiaoting has a hand on it as if she’s guiding the torturous pace. Her slender fingers sink into the soft flesh and Yeseo moans, her hips rising and falling.

Xiaoting kneels over you, brings her face close to yours and asks, “Is this all you crave? The feeling of another girl’s pussy while you pretend to be in love with me? Did you ever once think about how I would feel?”

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, and Xiaoting slaps you across the face.

“I don’t want your apology,” she snaps. “I want to know if you’ve ever considered how I would feel watching my boyfriend fuck another girl.”

“Yes, I have,” you mutter, and then Yeseo’s pussy tightens around you. She’s close.

“You’re a liar. A filthy, worthless liar,” Xiaoting accuses. “You’ve never cared. All you care about is getting off.”

You start to say something, but then the feeling hits you. Yeseo has been riding you hard and her ass is slapping down against your groin, each time it hits, it shakes her whole body and her pussy gets even tighter. You can’t stop it. You’re about to cum.

“Stop!” Xiaoting commands and Yeseo pulls herself from you, just as you’re about to finish. She ruined it, completely. Cum seeps from the tip of your cock with none of the satisfaction that usually accompanies it. You groan out your discomfort, and the girls are laughing.

“Did you really think we’d let you get away with that?” Xiaoting mocks.

“You’re not here for your pleasure,” Ningning says. “You’re here for ours. And don’t you forget it.”

Xiaoting is mounting you now. Her slender body slides over you with grace and she looks down at you with a grin.

“You’re mine,” she purrs, and then she’s sliding down. She takes you in and her pussy is tight. So incredibly tight. Her juices and your leaking load make it easy enough for her to start riding you. She’s not gentle. She’s not taking it slow. No, she’s riding you hard, her hips slamming down on yours, and her pussy gripping your cock. It feels amazing.

Ningning cups your chin and squeezes your cheeks until it hurts. “We’re going to ruin every bit of pleasure you think you’re getting tonight. We’re going to make you wish you had never even looked at another woman.”

Yeseo is sitting on the bed, fingering her cunt and moaning. She’s watching you get fucked and you’re not allowed to cum. Xiaoting is riding your cock like it’s her own personal toy, and Giselle is now holding you by the balls.

“Are you ready to suffer?” Giselle hisses. “Do you want us to destroy you?”

You try to speak, but Xiaoting has a hand clamped over your mouth.

“He’s begging for it,” Yeseo laughs while touching herself. “He wants us to hurt him.”

Xiaoting is moaning in pleasure. Her eyes are closed and she’s losing herself in it. You want to cum, but Giselle’s hand is too tight. Xiaoting’s pussy is so tight, so wet, and she’s so good at riding you. Her hips move up and down, up and down, and she’s taking you deeper and deeper. You’re so close, but they just won’t let you. No matter how much it hurts you, it feels so good.

Ningning mounts your face, her legs spread wide and her cunt dripping. You feel her fingers on your head and then her cunt is pressing against your lips.

“Lick,” she orders, and your tongue obeys. You lick her cunt, tasting her sweet juices. You’re so turned on. You can’t believe what’s happening. You’re so close, but Giselle only squeezes and pulls harder as she feels you get close. You’re moaning into Ningning’s pussy, and she’s grinding against your face.

“God, he’s so close,” Giselle laughs which makes Xiaoting stop, and the absence of her cunt hurts. Your dick aches and throbs, and you want nothing more than to cum. You want to fill her with your seed, but Giselle won’t let you. Their hands are on you now, you don’t even know which of them it is given that Ningning’s thighs act as blinders, and they’re driving you to the edge.

It’s so close. It hurts so bad. It feels so good. You can’t stop yourself. You can’t help it. You want it. You need it. You crave it. Your cock is aching. Your balls are aching. You need release.

They deny it.

Again they let your dick twitch, they let your seed release, but again they deny you any sort of orgasm. It hurts; your cock is sore. Your balls ache with a dull, numbing pain.

Ningning is laughing, moaning, and her cunt is wet. You’re licking her. You’re doing your best to please her, but you can’t think straight. It hurts. She’s so close and you know it. You can tell by the way her legs are shaking. You can hear it in the way she’s moaning. You can taste it as her juices are running down your chin, and she’s grinding on your face.

“Oh god, yes,” she moans. “Make me cum.”

Your tongue is working overtime. You’re licking, sucking, and trying to make her cum. It’s all you can think about.

“That’s it. Right there,” she pants, and then her legs are shaking. She’s convulsing, and her juices are flooding your mouth. She’s doing exactly what you’re not allowed to do. Her orgasm takes her and you can feel it. You can feel her body trembling.

“Oh fuck,” she moans, and then her hips are slowing down. She’s panting.

Giselle is mocking you, “Look at him. He’s so pathetic.”

“So weak,” Xiaoting laughs.

“He’s worthless,” Yeseo adds.

“Worthless,” Ningning repeats, and then her pussy leaves your face and Giselle fits a blindfold over your eyes. You can’t see anything. They’re moving, and there’s a sense of dread growing in the pit of your stomach. You don’t know what they’re going to do, but you can hear movement.

Footsteps grow distant and their chatter is quiet, too far away for you to hear, while you’re bound here, in the middle of the room and blinded. You want to call out for help, for mercy, but you can’t. They’re not giving you mercy. They’re not going to give you anything. You’re their toy, and they’re going to do whatever they want with you.

There’s the sound of a door and then more footsteps, these grow closer. You’re scared, and it’s not a feeling that is foreign to you. You’ve been scared before, but this is different. This is a primal fear. An instinctual dread. You don’t know what’s coming, but it’s not going to be good.

Someone’s behind you. Someone is grabbing your dick. The hand is soft and small, and they’re stroking you. It feels so good as they start to jerk you off. They’re stroking you hard and fast. “Hello, you.”

The voice is distinctly different to the four you heard before now. Whoever is holding you is not a part of the group; she’s new.

“I hear that you’ve been a bad boy,” she whispers.

You try to respond, but all you can manage is a moan.

“Yeah, I bet you have. You like to think with your dick, don’t you?”

“Please,” you whisper.

“Please, what?”

“I need to cum,” you whimper.

“Wow, those girls really did a number on you didn’t they?” She’s pumping you hard and fast and it feels so good. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you. I’m going to make you cum.”

You’re moaning, and you can feel it. Your cock is aching. You’re so close.

“Sike.” She lets go and you writhe in frustration.

“No, no, no. Please.”

She’s laughing, this unique laugh, one that sounds almost alien to you. It’s not cruel. It’s not mocking. It’s light and bubbly. It’s so pure, so innocent. Then she says, “My name is Nien, and I have a gift for you. You can call it a bit of karma. See, I know you’ve been cheating on Ningning. You’ve been out meeting girls and your disgusting, ugly cock has been in them. All while Ningning had to sit at home and suffer the indignity.

"Well, we’re going to return that favour. We’re going to make you listen.” She pauses for a moment and there’s movement on the other side of you. There’s a soft shuffling and then there’s a familiar moan. Ningning’s moan. “Listen to that, it’s the sound of her moaning. Listen to her, moaning because of a cock inside her.”

It’s true; Ningning is moaning and gasping and there’s no mistaking the fact that she’s fucking someone. That distinct sound of her cute ass clapping against her hips as she gets taken from behind.

“Listen to her, listen to the sounds she makes. Listen to her moan. She’s loving it. She’s being fucked and she’s loving it. I’m sure you wish it was you, right? Are you jealous? Does it hurt knowing that you can’t satisfy her? Knowing that you’ve failed her in so many ways?”

This girl, Nien, has your cock again in her hand, and she’s stroking it. She’s talking dirty, and she’s jerking you off. She’s bringing you close, and it feels so good.

“Are you listening?”

“Yes,” you whimper.

Ningning is moaning right by your ear. Calling out, “Fuck, you’re so big. Yes, yes, fuck me.”

“You’re so close, aren’t you?” Nien whispers. “You’re listening to the girl you love, getting fucked by someone else, and you’re about to cum. Tell me the truth, don’t you wish it was you?”

“Yes.”

“Are you jealous?”

“Yes!”

She laughs and lets you go again. “Well, you should be. I can see it in her face, she’s never been fucked this good before.”

You can hear the pleasure and you may just believe it to be true. The way she’s moaning, she’s loving it. It’s torture, knowing she’s enjoying it, and knowing you’re not the one making her feel that way. Jealousy is such an ugly emotion.

But this is such an ugly situation.

“Tell me how much you wish it was you,” Nien taunts, and then she’s stroking your cock again.

“I wish it was me,” you stutter. “I wish I could make her feel that good. I wish she wanted me.”

“Aww, does that hurt?” She’s mocking you, and her hand is tight around your cock. “Does it hurt, knowing that she doesn’t want you anymore?”

Ningning lets out a particularly loud moan, and it makes you wince. Then she calls out a name, in what is basically a scream, “Xinyu! Fuck, Xinyu! Yes!”

“Listen,” Nien insists. “That’s the sound of her having the best sex of her life. You’re not even worth mentioning. She doesn’t care if you’re listening. She’s having fun, and it’s because you’re not the one fucking her.”

Nien’s words cut through you, and the jealousy is burning in your gut. It hurts, knowing that she doesn’t want you. Knowing that she doesn’t love you anymore. You did this.

“Make him watch me,” Ningning moans out. “Let him see me.”

Nien reaches up and rips off your blindfold, and there she is. Ningning. She was your girlfriend. She was your everything. She’s on all fours, getting railed by another girl, and it’s not just any girl; she’s fucking beautiful.

Xinyu has her hair tied back and a smug grin on her face. She’s got her hands on Ningning’s hips and she’s giving it to her, hard. It’s not slow, it’s not gentle, it’s raw fucking. And Ningning is loving it.

You’re seeing Nien for the first time too, her big round eyes and soft features make her look cute and innocent, even though she’s far from it. She has this fragility to her, but the way she tortures your cock implies she’s anything but.

“You’re a bad boy, and bad boys need to learn a lesson,” Nien whispers.

Xinyu is grinning. She’s enjoying this. She’s enjoying fucking Ningning in front of you. “I hope you’re enjoying the show,” she teases, and the jealousy burns. You struggle in your bonds, but there’s nothing you can do. You can’t escape. You can’t get free. You’re helpless. You’re forced to watch.

Nien’s in your ear, “You’re a fucking idiot, you know? Do you have any idea how lucky you were?”

You can’t speak. You’re in shock and your mind is reeling. You can’t believe what’s happening. You’re being made to watch the girl you loved, the only girl you ever loved, and she’s fucking someone else.

“Are you listening to me?” Nien hisses, and then her nails are digging into your flesh.

“Yes,” you cry out as Ningning starts to cum again. Her body trembles and her eyes are closed. She’s not looking at you, and you can’t take your eyes off her. You can’t believe what you’re seeing. Her mouth is open wide and her body grows so weak. The arch of her back starts to falter and her arms collapse. Xinyu holds her by the hips and keeps fucking her. Keeps pounding her cunt.

Nien’s voice is low, and you can feel her breath on your ear, “You had it all, and you threw it away. You’re pathetic. You’re useless. You’re worthless. You don’t deserve her.”

“Please, stop,” you beg.

Xinyu lets Ningning fall, drawing out her long plastic cock that shines with Ningning’s cum, and then Nien’s in front of you. Her face is inches from yours. “You’re never to see her again. You don’t go to her apartment ever again. You don’t call her. You don’t talk to her. If you see her, you walk the other way. You’re dead to her. Understand?”

“Yes,” you whimper.

“Say it,” Nien demands, and her grip on your cock tightens. “Say it.”

“I understand,” you mumble, and then Nien starts to stroke you again. She’s slow, and her touch is gentle. It feels good. You want it, but you can’t take your eyes off of Ningning. She’s lying there, breathing heavily, and she’s not looking at you. You want her. You want her so bad.

“She’s gone,” Nien taunts. “She’s never going to love you again.”

Xinyu is over by the dresser, removing her strap-on and then taking a marker from atop the wood. Ningning’s still breathing heavily, and her legs are shaking. You’ve never seen her cum that hard before.

Xinyu kneels between you and her, uncapping the marker and brings it to your chest. The tip is cold, and you wince.

“Shh,” Nien hushes, and then her hand moves faster. She’s stroking you, and you’re getting close.

Xinyu starts to write. ‘CHEATER’ is how she brands you. Right there, for all to see.

Ningning sits up, finally taking notice, and sees what Xinyu has written. There’s a grin on her face, and her eyes narrow. She looks at you with disdain, and it hurts. It cuts through you. She hates you. She doesn’t care.

“You’re nothing to her,” Nien whispers, and then her other hand is cupping your balls. She squeezes and it’s painful. “Look at her. Look how much she hates you. Look at the disgust in her eyes. She’s not going to forgive you. Not ever.”

“I’m sorry,” you beg, your voice quivering, and tears fill your eyes.

“She doesn’t care,” Nien says, and then her pace picks up. She’s stroking your cock hard and fast, and her fingers are pinching your balls.

“You’re scum,” Xinyu spits at you, and Ningning just laughs.

“You’re the worst kind of human,” Nien says. “A piece of shit.” She’s stroking your cock so hard and fast that it’s twitching in her hand. She’s bringing you close, and your eyes are on Ningning. On your ex-girlfriend, the woman you loved. The woman you’ll never have again.

Nien’s stroking your cock faster, and faster, and faster, and it’s all too much. All you can focus on is her; Ningning.

Nien laughs and lets you go. “Get up and get out.”

Xinyu is untying your ankles, while Ningning throws only your underwear at you, keeping the rest of your clothes.

“Leave,” she hisses, and then the girls are grabbing at you, dragging you across the room. Hands still cuffed behind your back and clinging to your underwear. The three of them bundle you out into the corridor.

“Wait, my clothes,” you call out.

“Fuck off,” they spit, and the door slams shut. You stand there, utterly humiliated and frustrated. Clutching only your underwear in your hand, with what you are brandished across your chest, and now the world can see it. You bang your head against the door, hoping it will let you in. It doesn’t.

There’s no other option, but to leave. Naked, alone, and ashamed. With only one person to blame: you.