Eeh thanks for the convo. You liked this post and so you shall receive.
C/W: Cuckquean, Rimming, Piss
I’d love to wake you up on your birthday with a sweet kiss and a cute necklace. One you’d been eyeing up for months, leaving not so subtle hints for me to get you one. I’d love to feed you and brush your hair, telling you that you’ve got a surprise downstairs. And then, dressed in your nightgown, I’d lead you down to our kitchen and watch the dreamy smile leave your face.
Your prettiest friend standing in her lingerie on your birthday. And I’d leave your side to slip my arms around her waist, pulling her in for a deep kiss. You’d stand there in your kitchen on your birthday while another woman takes your husband. We’d break our kiss eventually, and with my hand still wrapped around her, I’d tell you to give her your necklace. You’d stand there stunned. I’d repeat myself. In a daze, you’d take it off and with shaky, trembling hands, you’d attach it to your friend. With a consoling smile, I’d point to your birthday cake on the table.
I’d ask you if you’d want a slice. You’d stay silent, fighting back tears as you look at your… no, her necklace now. I’d ask you again. You’d nod slightly. At least you’d get something. At least you’d get some cak—
You’d watch me cut up the smallest, tiniest slice of cake, gingerly picking it up, waving it at your face before ‘accidentally’ dropping it. With all the faux sympathy in the world, I’d apologise for dropping your portion of the cake. The birthday cake. You’d look down at the piece of crumbled cake, before you see me pulling my cock out in the corner of your eye. Trickles of piss and then a full stream of it splattering across the kitchen floor. Across your cake. Drenched in piss. Your eyes would dart back at the large cake on the table before looking back. You’d dare not look at that. Not your cake anymore.
With a gentle smile, I’d have you kneel down on the piss-covered floor and suck my cock clean. Up and down, up and down as your tongue darts across the tip of my cock, hoping to find some semblance of balance there. Some way to escape this. Your birthday. Your cake. Your necklace. Your husband. You’d find your head moving faster and faster as you try to prove yourself to me. Some small part of you hoping I’d throw her out. That you’d be enough. I’d be so fucking stiff in your mouth.
You’d watch your friend casually pick away at your… the cake with her fingers, nibbling away at it while she watches you with an amused grin. And suddenly you’d be pushed to the floor, your hair drenched in piss as you’re made to eat the cake off the floor. Like a dog. Like a filthy bitch. Less than that. Even dogs aren’t made to drink someone’s piss. And you’d be made to slurp up every last drop.
As you pathetically eat your cake, you’d hear the familiar sounds of me grunting and moaning. You’d see her sitting on my lap, legs dangling off, moving up and down. And then you’d realise… you were the one to get my cock hard and she was the one to ride it.
Once you’d finish eating up, your mouth covered with piss stains and cake crumbs, you’d look up at us. My figure holding up your slutty, gorgeous friend up on my cock, our lips joined. My hands all over her. Like I’m trying to touch as much of her as possible. You’d watch me shifting my legs apart. You’d know what to do.
I wouldn’t make you taste my cock as it entered in and out of your friend. I wouldn’t make you gargle my ballsack as your friend drains it. Not on your birthday. No, I’d have you tongue my asshole. I’d have you become a pathetic fucking ass licker on your birthday. Sloppily fucking my ass with your tongue, trying to scrape out any bit of dignity or self-respect and failing miserably. Shit, we could give you a present. Would you like one? Would you like to feel your friend squirting all over my cock and face before you’re made to suck my cum out of her?
I think that’d be the perfect gift for your birthday. I think this would suit you so much better than that necklace. I think she'd be allowed to have the necklace instead.
Omg, this post hits like, all of my favorite buttons in the best way, even that secret little one that doesn't get enough attention. And yes, the necklace absolutely suits her better. Thank you so so so so much!
(Note to self, get more hot friends to offer to my partner...)
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