Selfish greed

[Cath]

Part 3:

He just stood there. We stared at each other for what felt like an eternity. He caught me red handed. I was a mess in more ways than one. He could see everything, my shame, my tears, the cum on my hair. I stutter, trying to convince him that it "wasn't what you think it is", begging him to forgive me. I was desperate, crying and crawling on my knees to him. He kept staring blankly, making it impossible for me to know what he was thinking about. In my pathetic state, I professed my love to him, that I was sorry for being a mess. But the only thing he saw was my dripping pussy, staining the bed and floor. He smiled at me, which made my heart skip a beat.

Maybe I was blind and it was actually a smirk, because he grabbed me by the ponytail, making me stand up. I thought he accepted me back and so I was smiling stupidly at him, with puppy eyes. He crashed his lips against mine, taking me by surprise and before I could reciprocate, he threw me on the bed. I managed to land on my hands and knees, in an inviting position. I assumed it was because he pulled down my already undone pants. I felt bliss when I felt the head of his dick rub against my most pussy lips, making them share a kiss. Without a word, he forced my head down on the mattress and took me here and there. I instantly came after feeling his tip enter me, I screamed with pleasure, crying with joy. But I was sure that he didn't see that, my face buried in his bed. He was being ruthless, hitting my cunt with his balls, spreading my walls with his mighty rod. It was like how it used to be. I waved my hand on my back, wanting him to hold it like we used to. And he did, holding my limb in an arm lock. He was ravaging me, making me happy, my heart throbbing with excitation and love for his rough treatment.

I felt once again the warm sensation of feeling useful as I was being used like a sextoy. It felt good. I loved hearing him grunt as he was thrusting inside me, I loved the wet sound of genitals crashing against each other, I loved hearing the sound of the bed creak and squeak. While he was still holding my wrist behind my back, he suddenly pulled my hair to make me stand on my elbows, I yelled his name with my already sore throat. Between a few slaps, he did muttered that he also felt something for me, grunting a "sure, 'love ya too.". I professed my love to him once again, I begged him for more, I wanted him to go faster, harder. He only responded by slapping my ass, probably leaving red marks where his palm would connect with my skin. I came after yet another slap, my body feeling warm and light, my mind edging to going blank. But this time I could distinctly hear him say "I love you.". With that, I was ready to faint from the pleasure.

That's when I saw HIM, my slutty expression quickly changed to a cold scowl. He knew that I noticed him, our eyes locking through the reflection of the window. He was rubbing his pathetic deadbeat hand against the outline of his dick in his pants. I didn't want him to enjoy the show, I didn't want him to see me like that, I didn't want him here. My screams of pleasure became those of unbridled rage. I jerked my head to properly see the useless human being, the sudden motion had surprised my friend who looked pretty confused. Normally, I'd find his expression pretty cute, but my focus was elsewhere, and he followed my stare. He swore and told him to fuck off, and so did I. And yet, my aching cunt was still getting rammed as we both expressed our wish for him to leave.

Then an intrusive thought went through my head. I got up, begrudgingly pulling out the filling meat from my dripping fuck hole. I spat some orders, wanting to humiliate the man I despised, I ordered him to pull down his pants and start jerking while sitting on the cold hard floor. Maybe afraid from my aggressiveness, he complied. Unfortunately, he didn't have the micropenis I hoped to humiliate him with, it was fairly average. That didn't stop me from calling his meat worthless, before telling my friend to fuck me in front of his deadbeat uncle. 

My friend was more than happy to resume his pounding, but not before yanking out my shirt and bras, leaving with only my crotchless panties that drenched in our fluids. Fucking me from behind while standing in front of the loser, I felt superior, goading him, saying how he'd never get to fuck any girl, not even the slut that I was at the moment. I basked in his pathetic sight, admiring my body getting ravaged, my cunt gushing out with juices and grool, my tits bouncing enticingly. I looked down on him while my hole was getting filled, rammed, destroyed. I laughed at him while he was furiously beating his pathetic meat.

It felt good to humiliate the one I despised while getting pleasured and used like a human-sized fleshlight. I told my love to move closer and to give a better look at what I would never give to that loser, my lover was more than happy to show off his fuckmeat. His idea of giving a good view was to shove my cunt on this pathetic loser's face, his nose was brushing against my pelvic region. It did make me laugh because that also meant that whenever my lover's balls slapped against my lips, they'd also come close to the uncle's face.

Not being able to the face of the I hated, I got to focus on the pleasure of being the little slut of my lover, moaning and screaming. It really felt good to fuck like we used to. I felt his cock throb, foretelling his climax. I wasn't sure if he was doing it raw, but the fact that my pussy was being able to grip him more than usual made me guess that he was bare. I didn't want to worry about that, doing it unprotected felt better anyway. My insides were already well lubricated with all the arousal and excitement, making me forget about my dry incident. I contracted my muscles as best as I could, making his explode inside, sending waves after waves of semen, so much that it already spilled out of my ravaged cave. I was pretty sure that some drop fell on the deadbeat's face, but I felt something land on my legs. That man just came on my body as well, I smirked at the thought of not even allowing him to get the pleasure of being inside of me, only to cum on my thighs and feet. I turned and finally kissed my lover who was exhausted, he quickly broke the kiss to sit on the edge of the bed.

I took a good look at the man on the floor, slightly disappointed that there were no cum stains on his face. I smirked at him again, with a finger, I scooped the leaking jizz from my abused slit, and raised the finger to my lips, licking it clean. I goaded the man once more, saying that I'd never eat his pathetic seed. I proceeded in crawling to my lover's side, fully displaying my creampied cunt, then I cleaned his meat with my tongue, making sure to show everything to the uncle. Of course, I overacted, making loud slurping noises, purring and moaning expressively, describing how much I loved a big strong dick with delicious cum.

Doing all of this to humiliate him turned me on, I enjoyed doing it in front of him, showing how pathetic he was, showing something that he'd never get from me. I began blowing my lover who groaned as I bobbed my head on his still erect dick, though his balls were probably empty. I could guess that from the load he shot deep in my being. Though it made me realize how inexperienced I was at actually sucking a fleshy penis. I compensated by blowing enthusiastically, sucking the life out of him, coating his cleaned rod with my saliva. Giving one of my sloppiest blowjobs, I probably looked like a depraved slut, which was a sensitive for my lover push my head on his meat, making me swallow the entire thing, gagging on his shaft and feeling the head in the back of my throat. He came, shooting a surprising amount of baby batter directly in my tight throat, almost choking and drowning me. I panicked, I began flailing, tapping his leg to release his grip and he complied. I violently raised my head, cough and swallowing his spunk, trying to catch my breath. I may love getting fucked roughly, but almost dying on a dick was not something I liked, so I called him an asshole for doing what he just did. He apologized before caressing the top of my head as if I was his cat.

The uncle was still  watching us, still masturbating. I groaned and rolled my eyes. I jokingly told him that I'd give him a handjob if he cleaned my messy pussy, but that idiot didn't catch the sarcasm, already crawling towards em.

Hesitantly, I looked at my lover, waiting for his reaction to what was happening.