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 Title: Valentine Cuck
Email: wainscottinggotgot@tutanota.com
Tags: cuck, cuckold, cuckolded by a couple, cheating, seduced, bdsm,
pet, public, exhibitionism

   "Your girlfriend didn't even show up for you on Valentine's day.  She's
addicted to my cock." -betrayal-porn-gif-captions.tumblr.com

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   "I need to meet my boyfriend for a special date at 8.  We're revisiting
all the places we went when we first met.  It's incredibly romantic.  So
you'll have to be a bit more quick about ravaging me than usual.  I'm sure
you can make up for it in vigor..." your girlfriend had said, grasping the
already hardening bulge in my pants.  "Just don't leave me so sore that I
can't sit down at the restaurant, or fuck him afterwards."

   The way she said it, it sounded like a challenge.  How could I resist? I
would ruin your night.  Not out of jealousy, but just because I thought it
was funny to hurt you, my old rival.  I was already fucking your girlfriend
and now I would take your special night.  And tomorrow I would buddy up to
you sympathetically.  Let down my competitive, aggressive stance for a
moment to console an old friend who seemed down.  Then plant the seeds of
doubt.  "Do you think she might be cheating?" I'd ask innocently.

   I flogged her with a paddle, fucked her ass, and then spanked her sore
cheeks.  She wouldn't sit for a week without recalling it.  Then I teased
her for an hour, bringing her to the edge and pulling back when she got too
close.  Finally she begged me to fuck her pussy.  I told her it was 7:40
and she had better get going.

   "No no, no.  I need you to fuck me.  I know you won't let me come until
you do."

   "True," I confessed,"but it's late.  You can get your boyfriend to make
you come."

   "No..." she looked down, sheepishly, "I can't.  Not since you...not
since you ruined me," she mumbled, almost inaudibly.

   "What was that?"

   "I said you ruined me!  He can't make me cum anymore.  Not unless I
think of you.  Your confidence.  Your uncaring roughness.  Your cruel
teasing.  And even then, I can tell the difference between fantasy and
reality and it's barely worth it.  You ruined me, okay?  Ruined me on
normal, nice sex."

   I almost came then.  It was better than I had planned.  Tomorrow I'd ask
you, "Has she acted differently in bed?  Distracted?  That's a sure sign,
I'm afraid."

   "I'll make you late."

   "Just fuck me.  I'll text him an excuse to be late while you do.  You
like that."

   "Like you don't."

   She just smirked.

   "Deal.  But you have to text him every fifteen minutes."

   "You're not that good."

   I just shrugged.  "You can leave whenever you want.  But if you stay,
you have to text him.  And if he calls, you have to answer it while I pound
you."

   "God damn, you bastard!  You know just which buttons to push.  Take me,
already."

   See also at:
https://impotentcollectionlove.tumblr.com/post/139465795515/i-need-to-meet-
my-boyfriend-for-a-special-date-at