I had a dream about you last night. Actually, it was a dream about you, me, and my best friend Carl. You know, the guy you are always flirting with right in front of me who can't seem to keep his hands off you? I was in my room sleeping, when you send me a text telling me to get naked and to come down stairs; you apparently had a surprise for me. In a picture attached to the message was you standing in the corner next to the red and black high heel chair in that black babydoll lingerie dress I love so much. I knew I was going to be in for one wild ride by the look in your smoky eyes.
What I didn't expect was to see you with your legs wrapped over those of Carl's who already had his shirt off while your hand was playing with the hair on his chest. I stopped in my tracks, feeling exposed, but before I could turn around and run back upstairs to my room, you instructed me to come into the living room and to sit on the high heel chair. As I did, the both of you laughed.
"Oh, My God!" Carl began to chuckle, "You weren't kidding!"
"I know, right?" You responded, pointing at me; or rather what was dangling between my legs, "see how small he is?"
"And you let him fuck you with that?" Carl asked with pure disbelief. I couldn't even look at him and felt my entire face glowing red hot with embarrassment.
"Well, he tried, but I didn't feel anything. He had to use my dildo just to get me off and guess what happened," you said.
"What?"
"He got harder watching another dick slide in and out of my pussy than when his own dick was inside me. I mean, how pathetic is that?"
You both continued to laugh as I felt my heart drop further and further into my stomach. I remembered that night too, the night you went from sweet-to-cruel for the first time asking me if I liked what I saw. When I said yes, you said "Good, then fuck harder, you fagot!"
I came so hard later that night, thinking of how sexy it was to me the way you just suddenly started to berate and dominate me.
Despite how humiliated I was feeling, I started to feel myself twitching down below and you pointed at me again, laughing. I was getting turned on from being degraded by you.
"You see," you said with excitement, "He actually enjoys being humiliated. Look, that little pecker is getting harder!"
"Dude," Carl said to me, "I can't wait to tell all the boys at the bar. Might have to start calling you Little Dick Barry!"
"Oh I like that," you laughed with him, "Little Dick Barry. Or, what about Little Dick Cuckold?"
"That's even better," Carl agreed and the both of you continued to laugh.
"Now, I think you better sit on those hands of yours and stay quiet, do you understand me, Cuckold?" You asked as you started to slink your entire body over Carls.
I sat on my hands and nodded. Taking a deep uneven breath, I just sat there and watch as you straddled Carl's lap and reach down to undo his belt. It only took you a matter of seconds and all of a sudden his pants were down and his giant member was out and ready. He was almost 2 times the size of me. You wrapped your hand around him and gave him a few tugs before looking at me over your shoulder and saying, "This is what a real man looks like, cucky!"
I was of course already starting the throb. But, every time you called me cucky or cuckold, I felt more and more blood rushing between my legs making me throb even more. I couldn't help but whimper as you turned your attention back to my best friend and slowly started to impale yourself upon him. You erotic cries were just lough enough to drown out my jealous sigh and within seconds you were slowly bounding up and down on him, getting used to his mammoth size more and more.
His hands were around your waist and I could only imagine how much he loved the silky sheer material of your little dress against the heat of your tiny little body as you rode him harder and harder to your first orgasm. It didn't take you long and you screamed so loud.
"That's it, baby! That's what a real man feels like!" Carl growled, before flipping you onto your back and plowing deeper into you. As you turned your head to make sure I was still watching, I watched your legs wrap tightly around his waist.
"Do you like this?" You ask me.
"Yes," I could barely say, I had no voice.
"Yeah, you like watching him fuck your roommate? Is this what gets you hot?"
"Yes, Tiffany. I love it! Please, can I get off?" I asked you, begging.
"No, keep watching." You said with a cruel look then turned your smile back on as you returned your attention to Carl.
"That's it, fuck me harder! Yes, harder! Oh, fuck!" You screamed as your head fell back in oblivion from the thrashing Carl was giving you on our couch.
I was going crazing, sitting on my hands, dying to get some kind of pleasure, but the only glimmer of pleasure I got was from the sounds you were making and the live action view of Carl's cut body working you over and over. I didn't know what side of me was turn on the most, the cuckold side or my bi-curious side. Perhaps, it was both.
I was snapped out of my own little bi-curious fantasy when I heard Carl say he was about to pop. What, I thought, that fast? But before I knew it both you and Carl were in the throws of the wildest orgasm I had even seen and you were begging him to keep it inside you! I sat there as waves of jealousy and envy washed over my body as the two of you slowly came down from your joint erotic high. That was when Carl got up to go get a drink of water and you looked at me, curling your finger, to beckon me over to you.
"On your knees, cuckold. Time for clean-up duty!"
All I could do was stare in lust at you gapping open and dripping with what Carl left inside you. I was terrified at the idea of tasting him, but I knew not to defy you; not after the last time. Without hesitation, I was on my knees between your legs as you grabbed me by the ears and pulled me in to lick you clean. "Clean me out, really good! This is why I love you! I want to be completely ready for round 2."
It was, by far, the hottest dream of you I have had yet. I can't help but wonder if it will become a reality like all the others.
