bestfriend – sausagewithgirth

My best friend and roommate came out to me
yesterday. This was a shock to me, since we had been best friends since
childhood. He told me that he liked guys
and that he had always thought I was hot. I knew that coming out as gay was a
big step for him, and I was glad that he felt comfortable enough with me to
tell me his big secret. I wanted to be supportive, after all he was my best
friend. I tried to say encouraging things, like it did not bother me that he
was gay, it does not change who he is or our friendship. I knew he had no
control over who or what turned him on, but it was a somewhat weird, at first,
to realize that I was one of those things.

Over the next week the mood around the
apartment was a little strained. I was feeling self-conscious about my roommate
checking me out and he was feeling slightly embarrassed about telling his
lifelong friend that he secretly lusted after my body. I did not like the
tension in the air and knew it threatened our friendship. So on Friday night I
decided enough was enough and set out to clear the air. When he got home from class,
I was sitting in his recliner, watching TV, wearing only a jock strap. My buddies eyes popped
out when he saw me there. I had bought a case of beer and told him we needed to
talk. He looked frightened, but resigned. We went into the living room and sat
on the couch to drink a few beers before anything was said. I think we both needed to liquid courage to
have this discussion. I was not sure how to begin the conversation and he was
obviously waiting for me to take the lead.
The awkward silence was building up between us again and I knew something had
to be done. I suddenly leaned over and grabbed him in a hug, throwing him to
the ground. We wrestled on the living
room floor like we had done since we were 5 years old, except this time I was
naked except for a jock strap. Rolling
around together felt natural and he quickly relaxed and fought back, trying to
gain position. We flipped each other a
couple of times, but, like usual, I ended up on top with him pinned beneath me.
I straddled his chest and looked down and my buddy. “I am glad that you told me you are gay, we are best friends and there
shouldn’t be any secrets between us. I want you to know that I have no problem
with you being a homo or with you lusting after my cock. I have a nice fat slab
of meat between my legs and I can see how a fag like you would want it, but it’s
never going to happen. I am 100%
straight and have no desire to ruin our friendship by doing something weird.
However, I am aware that you have no control over what makes you hard. I have
had lots of inappropriate desires over the years, including some of your former
girlfriends. If I had known you were gay, I could have made a move on them, but
at the time, I would just store the images of their hot bodies in my spank bank
and jerk off to thoughts of them alone in my room at night. I am going to ask
you to do the same thing. I am never going to give you my cock, but I will
provide you with plenty of material for your spank bank. From now on, when we are alone in the
apartment I will walk around in a jock or pair of boxers. You can check me out
as much as you want and later, in the privacy of your own bedroom, you can
stroke your self silly to the memories of my hot body. This is my gift to you. I want us to be comfortable around each other
with none of the tension that we both have felt over the past week. So how about it, does this sound like a plan?
You get to check me out, but you understand that I am off limits.”

“Sounds good to me. Thanks for being so cool
about this.”

“Hey, what are friends
for? Our next problem to solve is getting you laid. A good looking, jock homo, like yourself, should
not have too many issues finding someone to jump your bones. I can be your wing
man and you can be mine, just like best friends should be. We can go out to the bars and you can help me score with chicks and I can
help you score with dudes. Takes some of the competition out of our friendship.
I think we need to do this stat, tonight, you need a big fat cock inside of you
immediately.”

“Wait, how do you know I am not a Top? Maybe I want to put my dick into another guy,
instead of getting dicked?”

“Oh please. You are
obviously a bottom. You just need a man to take control and show you how much
of a bitch you are.”

“What do you mean “obviously a bottom”? I am a
jock, just like you. I don’t look or act
all faggy. Hell, you did not know I was
gay until I told you”

“Yeah, but now I
do know and the rest of the signs become more obvious. Like, for example, I have been sitting on
your chest for the past twenty minutes and you have made no effort to get out
from under me. In fact, your cock is so hard, I am afraid you are going to rip out
the front of your shorts. If you are going to come out of the closet, you might
as well come out fully and stop trying to act like a man and accept your true
role in life as a fuck toy. Let some dominant man use you, like you need and
want to be used. Stop lying to yourself.”

I got off my roommate and stood up. I reached down and gave him a hand.

So how about we
get ready and head out to the bars in about an hour? I strongly suggest you go into the bathroom and quickly
bust a nut before taking a shower.

Don’t worry I will wait for you, then we can go. Trust me, If you don’t get off now, you are going to cream your jeans
the moment you start talking to a guy, and while the cum stain on your crotch will make sure he knows you are interested in him, it will also make you look a little too desperate.“

Non consensual throat cunting!

I just found out that my best friend…….make that my former best friend, has been lying to me for years. Turns out the guy I used to consider a buddy is actually a faggot. He just informed me that he likes cock, and, even worse, he informed me that he has always thought I was hot. He just admitted to lusting after my body, ever since we were kids. He dreams about my cock inside of him. He actually told me that he jerks off while thinking of my naked body. How gross is that. We were friends, I thought I could trust him.

I thought we were close, I have told him all of my deepest and darkest secrets.

I feel used and betrayed.

Well no more. If he is a fag, then he is a fag, nothing I can do about that, it’s just the way he is. It’s disgusting, but not my problem. If he had told me,long ago, instead of lying to me, we would have just moved on with our lives. However, since he has been lying and deceiving me for years, he needs to be taught a lesson. That is not how friends behave. I cannot let this betrayal go unpunished. He hurt me, now I am going to hurt him, and as the saying goes, let the punishment fit the crime. If he lusts after my cock, he will get more of it than he can handle. I am going to shove it down his throat hard and rough. He lied to me, our friendship is over. I no longer give a damn about him or his feelings and sick, twisted desires. In fact, I want to make him suffer for lying to me. He needs to know how betrayed I feel. He needs to know that he is nothing but a hole to me now. I am going to enjoy raping his throat. He does not get a say in this. I have no desire to have him suck me off, in fact he does not need to do anything but keep his mouth open take my cock. I want to force myself into his face. I want to skull fuck him. No holding back.

For years he has dreamed about getting my fat cock, now he will get it, but he won’t enjoy it like he thought he would.

Accidentally stumbling across a gay tumblr page with pictures of your best friend being spit roasted by hairy, big dicked jocks, like you.

It has been several weeks, but Pete still gets embarrassed when he has to strip down in the locker
room and expose what he has become……a cum dump. He no longer has any hair below the
neck. Naked, he is as smooth as a 10 year old boy. He knows this marks him as a
pussy, available for use by real men. Pete has been repeatedly fucked
almost every day since he lost his pubes. Once or twice he was able to talk his
way out of it, convincing the men who wanted to use him that he was not a
pussyboy, by claiming he had to shave down because he was on the swim team and
needed to be smooth to increase his speed. However, most men quickly saw him
for what he was…. a set of holes for use.

Today he knew there
would be no talking his way out of a gang bang. He was going to get
fucked. As soon as he stepped into the showers, the men there would see
his chastity cage and know that he was there only to provide pleasure to others.

Steve wanted it this way.
Pete, his former buddy, had slept with his girlfriend. When he found out,
he dumped his girl and plotted his revenge against Pete. Cornering Pete in the
locker room, after practice, and forcing him to his knees, he shoved his 8″
cock down pete’s throat in one stroke. He wanted his “buddy” to remember this
moment for the rest of his life. He had betrayed a friendship and a trust. Men
do not betray other men, especially not best friends. Steve wanted to make sure
Pete understood the depth of the betrayal and the consequences it brings. Steve
was going to expose Pete as a bitch. After he dumped his first load down Pete’s
gullet, he flipped him over and proceeded to harvest his ass cherry. Steve
took Pete’s virginity in the most painful and demeaning way possible. Bent
over a locker room bench, wearing
only his jock strap, his face red and tear stained with Steve’s first load
dripping out of his sore mouth, Pete looked like a bitch, ready for cunting. Steve
pressed his fat mushroom head against Pete’s previously un-violated ass
opening. Steve then leaned over Pete’s back, and whispered in his ear, “This is just the beginning, I am going to
expose you for the backstabbing “friend” you are. You are going to be an
example for every other guy out there. An example of what happens when you
betray a friendship. You are going to be exposed as the lowest of the low, not
a man, not even a boy, just a fucking thing with no morals or code of conduct. Useless
as a man, deserving only of serving men as its way of contributing to society. Now
start serving…bitch!” Grabbing the waist band of his jock strap, he pulled pete’s
ass backwards as he thrust his hips forward. Steve rammed his hard cock fully
into pete’s virgin hole in one hard stroke, forcing his way in past any feeble
attempts on pete’s part to resist the intrusion. He could tell by the screams
echoing around the locker room, that it hurt to be taken like this. Good,
thought Steve, I want this to hurt. Bitch needs to learn its proper place…bent
over serving real men, in any way they choose. Steve did not pause once he was
buried to the hilt in pete’s ass, he pulled out fully and punched right back
in. He was determined to open this hole up for use. “I’m
fucking you, bitch!” Steve begin to just jab the head of
his cock into pete’s raw ass lips. “Feel
it, focus on what is happening to you right now. I’m making your ass into a
cunt. A hole destined to be filled with cock!” Steve was doing more than
just destroying petes ass, he was showing him his new place in life. He was
destroying his self worth and sense of manhood. He was making him into a bitch.

The screams of pain attracted the attention of several other
guys in the locker room. As they gathered to see what was happening, Steve
explained to them what had led to this moment. Pete wanted to protest, but with
a thick cock reaming out his ass and Steve’s big hand wrapped around his mouth,
nothing of his side of the story, other than grunts and moans, could be heard
by the jocks gathered round.

The other men in the locker room agreed with Steve, that
betraying a friendship is the lowest thing a man could do to another man. Pete deserved
what he was getting. The men watching started to encourage Steve to fuck
harder, to show the bitch what happens when you betray a trust. Steve did not
need much encouragement and was soon punching in and out of pete’s ass with as
much force as he could manage. It was a hate fuck and it hurt. “You know, the
bitch has another hole that is not currently being used. Why doesn’t someone
stick a cock in there? I am sure pete will give it the service it deserves. I
busted a nut in its mouth earlier and I can assure it felt great.” A big
guy wearing burgundy basketball shorts stepped right up and pushed his meat
right into pete’s waiting mouth. Once Steve saw the head of this guy’s cock pass
between pete’s lips, he gave a hard thrust of his hips, pushing pete deeper
onto the cock, than he was prepared for. The cock bent down his throat and
caused him to choke on it. “Oh yeah, that feels amazing, when
it chokes on your dick in its mouth, it tightens up its cunt and massages my
cock. I am going to
breed this bitch.” Steve buried his cock full depth as he started to fill that
cunt with cum. Pete could feel Steve spraying his jism around his sore guts. “You got my seed deep in your cunt now,
bitch, your body is absorbing my nut juice! My cum! You fucking bitch!”

Steve pulled out blasting one final shot across pete’s ass
cheeks. “That was amazing, who’s next?”
As another man took his place at petes rear, Steve watched in satisfaction as
his former best friend was spit roasted by strangers. The watching crowd of men
quickly formed into two lines, one to use its mouth and one to use its new cunt.
Steve went to shower, while pete was being aggressively used as the locker room
cum dump.

For several days in a
row he fucked Pete every chance he got, making sure to do it in public places,
so others could see what happened to guys who crossed him. Each time he invited
other men to participate. It was important that pete understand that he was available
to be used, by any man who wanted a piece.

It was enjoyable making
Pete into his personal cum dump bitch, but it was not quite embarrassing
enough. Steve wanted to fully break Pete and make him into nothing more
than a fuck toy. That was when he shaved the boy down, fed him some Viagra and
made him go to the gym alone. He was forced to shower in full view of the men
in the locker room, with a totally smooth body and a raging hard on, that he
could not make go down. It did not take long before there was a line of men
waiting to stuff the faggot’s holes. Every day the number of guys wanting to
fuck the smooth boy with a hard on grew. pete was getting a reputation. It made Steve smile. Then last
week he started taking Pete to several different gyms in the same day. He
would arrive at a new gym, strip down and let a whole new group of men see him,
shaved and erect, now with jizz dripping out of his gaping ass. He would try to
talk his way out of getting fucked, and once or twice it worked, but for the
most part Pete was taking dozens of dicks a day in his boy-cunt.

Then, last night, Steve
locked Pete up in a chastity cage. He had noted that Pete was not only
getting used to being fucked on a daily basis, he seemed to be starting to
enjoy it. He no longer needed to be forced to bend over in the showers, he did
it willingly. He was stroking his little dick and cumming, while getting
fucked. This was unacceptable. So he made sure that Pete’s cock would never
bring him pleasure again. The cock cage he bought had little sharp spikes
on the inside, which hurt when pressed against the sensitive skin of a penis.
Locking him in place with a chuckle, he explained that getting a boner would be
rewarded with pain. That his purpose was only to serve, to make men feel good.
He should not ever receive pleasure from doing it and in fact it should hurt
him to be used.

As one final act of
cruelty, when Steve dropped pete off at the downtown gym, for his morning
fuckings, he made him swallow a Viagra, just like he had done every day, before
the spiked cage was locked onto his cock. pete would have no choice in the
matter, his own little dick would betray him, pushing itself hard against the
sharp spikes, while his mouth and ass were filled with other men’s cocks.

The men in the showers
that day commented on how much more fun it was to fuck the locked up boy.
His screams of pain edging them on as his cunt muscles clenched tightly against
the intrusions of their excited cocks. It almost seemed like he did not want to
be a fuck boy. That he did not want their jizz loads. It made it much hotter
for them to have him pretend to be an unwilling participant in their daily
gang bangs.

“I have always heard that fags give the best blowjobs, is that true? Go on…….show me.“

“I’m not gay.”

“Bullshit! Dude, you have been checking out my crotch for years. You think I haven’t noticed? It’s really not that subtle. You obviously crave my cock. Stop trying to deny it. Your staring at it now, as we speak. You can’t help yourself, you are a fag.”

“I don’t know……”

“Don’t worry, it doesn’t change anything. I have known you are a fag for a while now, I don’t really care. You are still my best friend. But now is your one and only chance. If you want my cock, go for it. I am drunk, high and horny and my fat eight incher needs some serious attention.”

Listening to your former best friend describe his plans for the weekend. The plans seem to involve his new friends using you to satisfy their needs and desires. It does not sound like fun…..for you.

Best friends experimenting after a night of drinking. Both of them are surprised how good and natural it feels. They are sure it will be awkward in the morning, but for right now they can enjoy it, blaming the booze for their actions.

Something was different tonight. He seemed more distant and demanding. He was always somewhat dominant, deciding what the two of you were going to do. But he was your best friend. You had met him in kindergarten and immediately become buddies. There was just something about him that made you want to be around him. He was a natural leader.

He invited you over to watch movies and play Call of Duty, like you did several nights a week. However tonight there was no small talk or joking around. It was obvious he had something on his mind.

He sent you to the kitchen to get a couple of cold beers. When you came back with the drinks you found him shirtless with his cock hanging out.

“I broke up with Becky two weeks ago. After months of sex every day, I find myself “High and Dry”. Stroking it just does not feel as good as ramming my cock into a nice tight, wet, warm hole. I have a serious case of blue balls and I have decided that you are going to take care of them.”

“Stop joking around and put your dick away.”

“I am not joking around and in the next few minutes my dick is going to be put away in your throat.”

“What? I am not gay.”

“I don’t really care. You have always been a little submissive, following my orders and doing everything I say. Now I am going to put that submissive personality of yours to the test and make you my bitch.”

As he spoke his cock started to chub up, getting thicker and longer as I watched.

“Why don’t you get down on your knees, here between my legs. Get a closer look at my meat.“

“I don’t want a closer look. Stop messing around.”

“I told you, my mind is made up, you are going to become my fuck toy.”

“Stop it. We are friends.”

“Not anymore. Now you are my bitch.”

“Why?”

“I told you, I am horny. I am also a man, and I have come to realize that you are not. Fags like you exist to serve real men, like me.”

“I am not gay.”

“It does not matter, you are going to spend the rest of your life with cocks pounding your throat and stretching out your cunt. You can learn to enjoy it, or you can fight it. If you fight it you will be a very unhappy bitch, but it won’t change the fact that you will be used.”

“Please don’t.”

“Get down on your knees and suck my cock!”

I hated this. My best friend, or more accurately my former best friend, was ordering me to service him. He had just told me I was a bitch. I hated it, but somehow I knew he was right. I was unable to disobey him. He ordered me to get on my knees and take his thick fuck stick into my mouth. I found myself, a few seconds later sucking his cock. I don’t even remember going down to my knees, but I was there.

“I knew you would make the right decision, you were made for this. I will let you slurp on my meat for a few minutes to get used to it, then I will take over. You might as well get used to getting roughly skull fucked here at the start. I like to pound a hole hard, and since I don’t need to worry about your feelings, like I do with a girl, you will get the full force every time I use you.”

He was telling the truth, within a few minutes he was aggressively taking my mouth, fucking it like he would a cunt. I was struggling to breathe between inward strokes. My throat was sore, and I knew I would have problems speaking or swallowing for the next few days. His massive cock was stretching my throat and training it to fit him. It hurt. It was humiliating. I looked up at him hoping to see compassion, that he would slow down and give me a break. Instead I saw only pure enjoyment in his face. He really did not care if this hurt me or made me feel bad, this was about his pleasure and his alone. After what seemed like hours of hard face fucking, he pushed his cock as deep as it could go and unloaded his nuts directly down my throat, filling my stomach with what felt like gallons of cum.

“Nice job, faggot. You are a natural hole, keeping your teeth covered and moving that tongue along my shaft. With a little practice your mouth cunt will be good enough to share with my friends.”

Oh shit, he was going to let our friends use my mouth. I was going to be outed as a cock sucking bitch. While I was busy picturing some of my buddies lined up to fuck my face, he stood up and dropped his pants. He then bent me over and pulled down my shorts exposing my virgin ass.

“Time to harvest that cherry. Now that I have busted a nut and taken the edge off, I can take my time and open your ass up properly. I am guessing that this is going to hurt you….a lot, but as you are enduring the pain, keep in mind how much I am enjoying it. You need to get used to the idea that your purpose in life is now all about how good you can make me feel. You should also know that a part of me is going to enjoy making it hurt. You should suffer a little to make me feel good, that’s what bitches do.”

“You ready boy? I’m going all in on this trip, pubes to pubes, whether your ass wants it or not.”

“No, please take it out. It’s too big. It hurts.”

He seems to get harder and more aggressive when he hears my cries of pain. He shoves his thick, hard cock into the my virgin ass with as much force and as hard as he can. Trying to penetrate me deeper. My sphincter is resisting the intrusion as much as possible.

“Fucking bitch… open up.”

Suddenly the whole of his cock was rammed into me, all the way to the hilt.

Arghhhhhhh!!! Stop! Take it out!

“Take that cock, faggot!”

I could hear the anger in his voice. He wanted to hurt me with his dick. My best friend and roommate had found gay porn on my computer and was not happy about it. When I came home, he confronted me. As I tried to explain, hoping to talk my way out of the situation, he pushed me down on my bed, ripped off my clothes and punched his cock into me. He was violent, he was aggressive, he was angry. He was not trying to have sex with me, he was showing his dominance over me. He not only wanted to fuck a load into me, it was obvious he wanted to make me his bitch and show me who was in charge. This was a hate fuck. The aggressively hard pounding of my ass was having the desired effect. I was no longer felling like his friend. I was just his bitch. Nothing more. Not a guy to hang out with. Not someone to respect. Just a bitch. And my roommate and former friend was doing what you’d do to any bitch – he was bitching me out.

I felt a flexing of his cock as the first load of his cum shot deep inside. He was dumping his load in me!

“Filling you with my fuck snot, faggot”

He then pulled out, and shoved his spent cock in my mouth to clean. Once he felt I had sucked it enough, he turned around and pulled on his shorts. He looked down at me and for a moment I thought he was going to say something to me, but instead he turned and left without a word.

In the last two months my roommate has not spoken a word to me, except for giving me directions on how to make him feel better as he roughly uses me as his personal cum dump.

sausagewithgirth:

Arrrghhh, damn my head hurts. I don’t know what happened. I only had one or two beers, but I feel like I drank an entire keg. I must have passed out. Owww, my ass hurts. It feels like a it’s being pummeled and beaten. Ow…ow…ow, what the fuck is going on?

“Hey look, he is waking up.”

As I open my eyes, I see my roommates standing above me. Steve and John are holding onto my legs, spreading them, while Phil is between them, I see his hips thrusting forward, coinciding with the pain I am feeling in my rear. “What the fuck is going on?”

Steve looks down and says “Phil is adding another load to the ten already in your ass.”

“What?”

“We drugged you, then while you were unconscious we turned you out. The three of us decided we needed a live-in cum dump to take care of our needs. You were elected, unanimously. From now on when ever one of us needs to bust a nut you are going to be there, bent over, catching our cum.”

“But, I am not gay. I don’t want to be a fuck toy for your guys.”

“We don’t really care what you want. From now on, you are nothing more than a set of warm holes for us to jerk off into.”

“This is rape! You can’t just fuck me.”

“The videos of you taking dick after dick into your stretched out and sloppy cunt, tell a different story. They show you to be nothing more than a fuck hole for real men. Now we can keep those videos between the four of us, and no one else needs to know you take dick. Or, if you try to stop us from using your holes for our pleasure, we will send those videos out to your family and friends. I am sure that you will be able to explain what happened. Your teammates, will undoubtedly believe you when you claim to be straight, even though the videos show you bent over with cocks pounding your ass. I am sure that none of your “friends” will look at you differently, they will all understand that you were not a willing participant in the gang bang.”

“But it’s true, you guys raped me, while I was unconscious.”

“You are wide awake now, and Phil is still pistoning his ten inch cock in and out of your cunt. You are arguing with me about how it looks, instead of trying to get away. Face it dude, you were made to be a fuck hole for real men. It’s obvious to all of us. We did this to show you what you really are. You need to stop pretending to be a man, you are not.”

“What are you talking about, of course I am a man.”

“No real man would allow this to happen. Deep down you wanted this, you needed this. Now stop resisting, relax and enjoy the feeling of our cocks inside of you. From now on you are a cum dump.”

Phil looked me right in the eyes as he thrust his meat into the depths of my now loose hole. ”Fucking take my load, fag!”

As Phil drained his balls into my ass… again, I felt
like the fag whore that Steve was saying I was.
Everything Steve was saying was sinking in. I was not fighting back, I
was letting them use me, maybe I was less of a man than they were, and deserved
this treatment.

Phil pulled his spent cock out of my sore, stretched
out ass. A glop of jizz was released and ran down my ass crack, dripping onto
the floor. Feeling cum falling out of my
ass was too much for me. I decided enough was enough, no more. “Stop, I am not a fag, I don’t want to be
used as a fuck hole for you guys.”

“Too
late for that, we have all used you as a fuck hole, and we intend to continue
using you whenever we need to bust a nut. Unless you want us to send out the
videos you will stop resisting and spread those legs.

“No more. I
don’t think you will send it out. After
all you guys are in the video too.

“Who
cares if we are in it? We are the ones punching our big cock’s into a fag’s
holes. We are not the fag taking dick.

“I don’t care, I have to stop this, no more.”

“That
is your final decision?”

“Yes,
it is, I will not be your fuck toy!”

“OK,
whatever you say.”

Steve reached down and grabbed a phone from the
floor. I realized it was mine. He
punched in the passcode and opened the contact list. “You were good enough
to give us your password, last night, while you were drugged.”

I heard the phone’s sound effect for a file sent

“Alright,
you just came out to your best friend Frank. You just sent him a video of
yourself taking cock up the ass with a note telling him how happy you are now
that you have decided to be a cum dump.

“You didn’t really send that did you?”

“Of
course, a real man always keeps his word and I promised you I would send it out
if you resisted. By the way, you also told him how hot you have always thought
he was and invited him over to tap your ass.”

“No!”

“Oh
yes. You better figure out what you are
going to tell him, since his room is just down the hall. It should not take him long to come over, if
he is interested.”

As he said that we heard a hesitant knock on the
door. John, who was closest, opened the door.
Frank was standing there wearing only a pair of basketball shorts. He
looked at the four of us naked and stepped into the room. “So it’s really
true? You finally decided to accept what you are and start servicing real men?

“What do you mean…finally? I am not a fag.”

“Sure
you are, we all know it, it was obvious from the moment we first met. Why are you still saying you are not a fag,
you just sent me a video of guys fucking your cunt, and invited me to do the same.”

I started to tell him that this was not my idea,
that I was raped, but before I could say a word, Steve spoke up. “He is still trying to get used to the
idea that he no longer needs to hide what he is. Go ahead and fuck him. When he
gets a cock in him, he relaxes and becomes the cum dump he was always meant to
be.”

I wanted to fight back, to stop this from happening,
but seeing Frank drop his shorts and expose his hard cock, I found myself speechless.
In that moment I knew they were right, I wanted to service my best friend and
make him feel good. I leaned back, spread my legs and exposed my raw, puffy
cunt to him.