Megan and Giorgio Take Control
You're anxious as you walk toward Megan's front door.
She messaged you a simple, slightly mysterious text that read, "Hey. Can you come over? I have something crucial to discuss with you."
You told her you'd be there straightaway and hurried out your house. There was a small part of you hoping that Megan had decided to see you as more than just a buddy, that she was going to reveal she had a strong crush on you, that she wanted to be your girlfriend.
She greeted you before you knock. She seemed to be anticipating your arrival. Megan looked stunning in a dress that exposed her perfect cleavage. You stepped into her house and she engulfed you in a tight hug. The aroma of her shampoo permeated your nostrils, and the softness of her breasts pressed into your chest.
"Thank you for coming," she said.
"Of course, Megan. You know I'd do anything for you," you replied.
She held your hand, squeezed it softly, and smiled before taking you into the living room and having you sit next to her on the couch. Her thigh touched yours and you could feel the warmth emanating from her arm.
Your heart thumped as Megan continued to hold your hand. You hadn't been this intimate with her before. Your loins aroused with desire. The time was ripe for starting a relationship with the girl you'd lusted after for years.
"So...were there...what was it you wanted to speak about?" you questioned.
She reached over and stroked your arm, causing a shiver of pleasure to go through your body and making your penis hard. "I know how you feel about me," she announced.
You had no idea what to say. You'd never openly disclosed your feelings to Megan and it was terrifying to do so, as there was no indication she felt the same way about you.
"And I asked you over," she continued, "because I wanted to tell you that I feel the same way. I've felt the same way for years, actually."
Your wish was coming true. The moment you'd daydreamed about for years was approaching.
"Really?" you enquired.
Megan nodded, and stretched her hand up to touch your face. Her hand seemed unbelievably warm and soft against your skin, and when she leaned nearer, your cock grew in your pants before her lips even touched yours.
You closed your eyes, leaned back, and awaited the kiss to take place. Megan's hand traveled to your thigh and your heart beat faster. Your dick was on the verge of becoming fully erect as you anticipated your first kiss with the goddess you'd adored - at least in your mind - for so many years.
Then you heard a gentle chuckle. You opened your eyes and saw Megan grinning happily. She let your hand go and sat back, laughing again.
"You seriously thought I was into you?" she said.
You were perplexed. Your mouth hung open. Your face burned with embarrassment and your erection swiftly diminished as it seemed that your friend was playing a deplorable prank on you.
"What...what's happening?" you enquired.
"You fucking got hard," she stated. "You're so desperate that you became aroused by the thought of kissing me. You're also absurdly delusional if you really thought I'd even consider kissing you. Do you really think I wouldn't date a guy like you? Really? I mean, I understand you've feelings for me, but do you really believe I'd sully myself with a guy like you?"
You were stunned into silence. Your eyes wouldn't leave the floor as images of the many fantasies you'd had about her rushed through your mind.
"Answer me," Megan ordered.
You nodded, still reluctant to gaze at her.
"And in those fantasies, what happens?" Megan continued, leaning closer. You pictured that she might actually kiss you. Instead, she enquired, "In your fantasies, do I suck your penis, Oliver? Do I bend over and suck your penis, Oliver?"
You nodded.
"And do I let you eat my pussy? Do I allow you to stick your tongue between my pussy lips and taste me?" she asked softly.
You nodded, still gazing at the ground.
"Do I let you fuck me, Oliver? When you fantasize about me, do I let you insert your cock into my tight, wet, hot little pussy?" she asked.
"Yes," you acknowledged softly.
"Stand up now," Megan instructed.
Though you were nervous, you stood. Megan laughed at once and you glanced down to see that she was looking at the bulge in your pants.
"Do you seriously believe I'd let something so tiny, causing such a cute tent in your trousers, near me?" Megan inquired with a grin before she laughed. "You really imagine I'd allow that puny little thing in my vagina? Is that what you were planning, Oliver? Did you have faith that I'd let someone like you invade me?"
You nodded. Deep down you knew that there was no chance you'd be able to make love to her, but you had fantasized about it for a long time.
"Undress," Megan commanded.
You hesitated, considering the potential consequences of following her order. However, you were well aware of the heartbreak it would bring if you didn't see her again, and you knew it would be tortuously painful for you to stay away from the girl of your dreams.
"Do what I tell you, Oliver, or forget about ever speaking to me again. And believe me, it will hurt a lot if you're forced to be apart from the girl who owns your heart," Megan said sternly.
Following her words, you removed your clothes as your beloved observer watched.
She chortled as your underwear fell to the ground. "For your efforts, I'll treat you to a show," Megan quipped. She went on to inspect your cock. "This isn't a penis," she continued, "it's at most a penislet. It could be considered a clit. Certainly, it wouldn't be able to satisfy or pleasure anyone, including you, Oliver. And from your premature ejaculation habits, it's evident you'd struggle to last in bed."
Contrary to her belittling, your erection remained. It hummed with desire and arousal.
"Do you desire to witness me engaging in sexual activity?" Megan inquired as she gazed at you.
"What?" you asked, bewildered.
Megan stood up, grasped a large fistful of your hair, and yanked you into a kneeling position with surprising ferocity. "Answer the question I posed to you. I expect an answer, not an avalanche of moans."
"Yes," you replied, "I want to watch you make love."
Smiling darkly, she released her grip on your hair and walked away. You stayed on your knees, your heart racing as you pondered the potential course of events to come. Would she really let you watch her mate with someone else? Who was she planning on being with? What made her think you'd be okay with that? Did she derive satisfaction from inflicting her behavior on you?
"Take this," Megan called out as she returned to the living room, holding a small, metallic object in her hand.
The object was a prison. The cage would confine your penis. She wanted you to place your tiny member in the chastity device.
"What the fck are you waiting for?" she bellowed. "Stick your nonentity of a dicklet in this chastity cage. Fck, you don't deserve to feel pleasure while you're watching us. You don't deserve to masturbate while you're watching us."
"Giorgio?" you questioned. "Are you really...did you sleep with Giorgio?"
Giorgio was a close friend of yours. He'd known about your feelings for Megan. He'd known about your infatuation. Yet, he'd apparently chosen to bed her without offering you any warning or explanation.
"Put on this contraption or leave this house," Megan snapped. Her voice was frosty and laden with aggression. You knew that disobeying her would earn you an immediate ejection.
You took the cage from her and struggled to contain your cock. It took you a while to become soft enough to slip it within the device, but eventually, your cock lay trapped within the small steel confinements. You also noticed that the key was nowhere to be found.
A knock sounded on the door. "Come in!" Megan ordered.
The door was opened. It was Giorgio. You heard his footsteps approaching. More laughter grabbed your attention. Recognizable laughter.
"You were right about him," explained Megan. "He'd love to see us mate, and he showed very little resistance when I made him lock up his pathetic penislet. It perfectly matches his worthless state."
"Giorgio," you murmured, horrified at the prospect of watching your friend engage in such an intimate moment with the woman you adored.
"I want you to witness this, Oliver. I want you to understand that we don't care about your feelings. You don't matter, so you must be content with playing along with whatever we want."
Giorgio appeared in your line of sight, wrapping his arm around Megan and drawing her towards him. She raised her head to meet his lips, and he smirked before briefly pressing their mouths together. His hand slid inside her shirt, teasing her breasts. Megan's eagerness was apparent; her body was primed for Giorgio. As he withdrew his hand, she was on the verge of submission to his sexual desires, pining for the chance to serve him just as you had fantasized about.
Still on your knees, with your dick contained within a locked cage, Giorgio asked, "Is this what you want to see?" A shock of unexpected pleasure coursed through your veins as he probed her pussy. The few feet between you and the couple were barely enough to mask the dampness that indicated Megan's yearning for more.
"Yes... I want to see you make love to her," you responded, overcome by this novel craving.
Giorgio's query gained more urgency, "Prove it. Exhibit your devotion by humbling yourself." Megan continued to feel aroused, her eyes closed, her lips parted, and she moaned in ecstasy at his touch.
"I'll do anything!" you exclaimed, willing to beg for the right to witness Giorgio making love to her as you'd secretly yearned to do.
"Really?" he questioned. "Then show me."
"Please... please, let me watch you make love to her," your desperation growling as you wrestled with the surging desire.
"If you truly want this," Giorgio continued, "you'll beg. Embarrass yourself."
You were already at this point; you'd wanted to watch him fuck her for so long. You eagerly moved to appease him. "I'm at your mercy. I'll do anything. Please allow me to see you fuck Megan."
"What's wrong?" he asked, sounding irritated. "This isn't good enough. Show me your devotion. Worship us."
"I'll do anything," you whispered as you dropped to your hands and knees. Your head touched Megan's heels through her strappy heels, and you smothered them in kisses. Giorgio's shoes followed as Megan took pleasure in your servitude.
After a moment, he asked, "Are we satisfied with his performance?"
Megan laughed, "No, we should deny him the sight of our lust."
"Tsk, tsk, betraying my trust," Giorgio remarked. "Remove my shoes."
Extracting the laces, you carefully released his shoes, relinquishing the privilege of the sight of those naked feet. They sat in the living room and he raised one foot, inviting it to your mouth.
"Suck my toes."
Your head lowered, and as his odorous foot neared your nose, you were reminded of Giorgio's day on foot. Unfazed, you instinctively moved his toes to your lips - and sank even deeper into your humiliating situation. Her harsh words of degradation only revved them on.
"Now her toes," Giorgio commanded, and Megan complied.
Crawling past him, the praiseworthy foot was within your reach. You took its five toes in your mouth, reveling in its taste as your drooling lips were shoved forward by the eager intrusion of more toes.
"Beg for the chance to watch," he ordered.
Your wet, aching desire to be part of this caused you to slur out, "Please... Please, let me watch you make love."
"No," Giorgio retorted, exasperated. "I need more. Help me devise a plea which will encourage your further humiliation."
With no other option, you knelt before Giorgio's shoes, consumed with the shameful act of devotion. Giorgio's satisfaction permeated the room. It was plain to see he enjoyed your submission.
You followed through with her request, but your words came out as a slurred, nonsensical mess. They both chuckled, understanding the main objective. Clearly, it was intended to degrade and embarrass you.
"I think he's earned the right to see my pussy," Megan declared as you continued to slobber on her toes.
Giorgio grinned mischievously, before gently lifting up her dress. Megan spread her legs, showing you her damp panties, visible evidence of her arousal. Seeing her wet pussy, Giorgio slid her underwear to the side, granting you a stunning view of the sex organ you had long desired to penetrate but would never have the opportunity to do so.
"Has he earned the right to watch me fuck your pussy?" Giorgio inquired with a devious smile.
"Not even close." Megan responded. "It's a luxury to witness my sex life, to observe the moment his big penis slides into my tight pussy, to see me orgasm as he thrusts inside me, and this boy has not yet earned that privilege. I believe he needs to strive harder to attain the right to view me being violated. I think he needs to suck your cock."
Your eyes popped open in disbelief as you retracted your mouth from her toes.
Refusing, you mumbled, "No. I'm not doing that."
Giorgio stepped closer, snatching a handful of your hair. He smacked your hard-on against the side of his face, making you remain petrified against your will, avoiding the embarrassment of being slapped with his dick.
He demanded, "Open your mouth."
You kept your lips closed. He slapped your penis with his face once more.
"Suck his dick, Oliver," Megan insisted. "Stop fighting. Accept your role as a lowly cuck bitch with an insignificant member. Accept that you're just a whore who's here to serve us. Do it right now or leave my house."
You hesitantly opened your lips, gripped Giorgio's member with your tongue, and sucked on it, as if in disbelief.
"Suck," Giorgio commanded.
You sucked eagerly. Sinking into the depths of your humiliation, you serviced Giorgio, feeling worthless and sexually irrelevant. Despite the agony of an erection stinging from precum exuding from the tip, you continued to orally pleasure him.
"Look at that boy's mouth," Megan commented. "Look at how he's like a slut eagerly sucking a cock. Fuck his mouth, Giorgio."
Giorgio firmly grabbed your hair again and had his way with your mouth. He roughly fucked your face, barely considering your well-being. Giorgio mocked your servility as if he saw you as a worthless object to be used solely for his pleasure.
He removed his penis from your mouth and rubbed his wet, saliva-soaked cock over your face. He then dick-slapped you multiple times with a touch of cruelty, ultimately shoving his erection into your throat and holding it there until you struggled for air.
Giorgio and Megan laughed at the pitiful paltry friend transformed into a cuck. They laughed at your humiliation and your willingness to degrade yourself for their enjoyment.
Giorgio pulled out, stroked himself while he said, "Beg for it. Beg for permission to watch me fuck her, Oliver. Beg like the pathetic, valueless cuck you are."
"Please," you begged with immense anguish. "Please permit me to witness you fucking her. Please allow me to watch you satiate her, something I have never been able to do. Please let me watch you penetrate Megan's pussy. Please. Please!"
Giorgio edged closer, positioning his balls on your face while he continued to masturbate. The heady scent of his sweat and semen permeated your nasal passages and the droplets of his testicles kissed your face. Both of them broke out in laughter.
"I think he's deserved it," Megan commented.
"Should he prepare your pussy for me?" Giorgio inquired.
Megan howled with laughter. "Not a chance. He is not worthy for even the smallest part of me to connect with him until he's proven that he's a morón."
During this scenario, Giorgio hit you more than a few times and shifted his gaze to Megan. "I wish to do it from behind," he ordered rather assertively. Instruction followed soon after as she promptly traveled to her knees and hands on the couch. Giorgio analyzed her dress's back area before pulling it up which allowed Megan's panties to be lowered, showcasing her buttocks. His penis' head touched her pussy lips, eliciting a moan from the girl you admired.
"Have your way with me," she uttered. "Please, Giorgio, I implore you to stuff your dick inside. You're aware of how soaked I am. How intensely I long for and crave your presence. Please...fuck me."
Being a man, he obliged. He filled her and straightaway, recollections of the woman you desired surrounded you. Being inside, and this joy being leveled with the sensation of his genitalia on your tongue after he previously been tormented by your tongue caressing him, made everything more real and visceral.
"Cuck, munch on his asshole," she commanded vehemently.
You could not. Your stiff upper lip prevented you from following these directions; not out of defiance, but out of disgust at the thought of another man's unsanitary crevice.
Megan's anger warped her expression. Giorgio, doubtlessly wondering what reaction he would get, started to upbraide you as well.
"Do as I tell you, you wimpy cuck. You own no concept of how hapless you are to be welcomed into my home with him rearing up to plow my pussy. You lack comprehension regarding the plain truth about our sex affairs. You have to grasp that. You demand acknowledging that we're bestowing you with a grand favor, and you must express humility for said gift. So quickly spread his cheeks, snuggle your fizzog between them, or he'll fling you out of my house absolutely naked."
He understood and nodded, acceding to her ultimatum.
Mellowly inching closer, your hands found Giorgio's cheeks and gently pried them apart. You witnessed how he tossed his aroused penis into Megan's wet pussy and your diminutive male flesh throbbed in its cage.
"Suck my asshole, cuck victim," Giorgio grimaced, then chuckled.
You used to be a proud, autonomous individual. Yet over time, your submission permitted you to be moulded into a subservient fixture, lovingly named "cuck bitch."
Approaching his backdoor, you breathed in. Preparation then happened through licking. You thrust your tongue deeply into his anus liked a woman who knew her place, acting the cuckservative woman you'd been diminished to.
"He's fucking doing it," Giorgio stated somewhat astonished by your action.
"Look!" Megan then exclaimed.
Giorgio created some momentum in his cock, broadening his motions. Megan would go further, spread her legs, and play with her pussy. You alternated between sucking his balls and watching the scene unfold. The humiliation, making you kneel begging for the couple's permission to wallow in wretchedness whilst your erection felt useless inside its little trap engendered an extraordinary consumption.
Focus on performing your duty continued your intimate role. Giorgio smirking implied favor over enjoying his present predicament. Time became no more relevant, instead dramatically contrasting with the incessant rhythms of your tongue saving Giorgio's buttocks.
Giorgio jerked out with abruptness. Megan spat out her complaint as he turned around and asked whether you accepted his decision.
"Yes, I understand where I stand. I comprehend that I'm insufficient for you. I understand that I'm blessed to undergo your presence, to gaze at pussy, to witness your conquest, and beseech permission to serve Giorgio with amusement. I grasp it all."
You scrambled forward, capturing all five of her toes in your mouth. You sucked and twirled your tongue around them, mimicking a blowjob since you knew that's what she desired. While doing so, you were blessed with a marvelous sight of Giorgio's shaft penetrating her impeccably smooth pussy. You could hear the wet sounds. You observed the object you'd fantasized about countless times, yet now realized you would never have it.
Your jaw became weary from all the sucking when their orgasms occurred. Megan was emitting loud moans and Giorgio was thrusting into her faster and harder.
"Cum inside me!" she called out. "Giorgio, sweetheart, cum inside me. Fill me with your load!"
Together, they reached their climaxes. Moans of ecstasy filled the living room as his thrusts slowed and he plunged his dick fully into her. Giorgio felt the joy you'd dreamed of countless times. He ejaculated inside Megan. He claimed his gratification in her flawless pussy and provided her with a world-class orgasm.
"It's time this tongue ceases to suck, cuck," Megan said.
You detached your mouth from his toes, moved back, and waited on your knees.
Giorgio faced you, chuckled, and said, "Pitiful. Simply pathetic." He dragged out, stood upright, and headed toward you. His cock was still standing upright and coated in a blend of cum and pussy fluids. "Open up," he ordered.
You opened your mouth and Giorgio placed his penis on your tongue and into your throat. You closed your lips around it and sucked eagerly. You knew he longed for you to clean his member, so you did.
"I foresee no reason why we shouldn't use him for more than just sexual services," Giorgio stated. "He can also be used for chores."
Megan laughed.
"Once you're done cleaning my dick, you can clean my car. It's parked in the driveway. Fetch a bucket, soap, and a sponge and handwash it until it's clean and pristine," Giorgio commanded. "Do you comprehend?"
You nodded, keeping his member in your mouth.
Giorgio disengaged, tapped his now clean cock against your face, and asked, "Understand it?"
"Yes, I do," you stated, nodding.
"Then leave," he said.
You stood, hastily dressed, snatched his keys, and left the house to start cleaning his car. You snagged the bucket, soap, and sponge, turned on the hose, and began the task. Your penis ached in its chastity device, perhaps due to the sheer humiliation of washing another man's vehicle.
Half an hour into the chore, you heard moans emanating from the open living room windows. It must've been Giorgio moaning, which suggested that Megan was giving him a bljb. You were cleaning his car and he was receiving a blowjob from the girl you adored.
Incredibly pleasing, and you suspected it wouldn't be the last time you could delight in that pleasure and suffer that embarrassment...and you were content with that.
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