We sat in a booth in the corner of the bar and I tapped my fingers nervously on the dark wooden table. The lights were dim and the booth gave us a perfect view of the entire bar. Sandra sat across from me, she ordered another glass of wine, impatience in her voice as she looked around the room. We had been waiting for almost an hour and Sandra had polished off easily an entire bottle of wine in that time. I, however, was still nursing the same beer that I ordered when we had arrived. I stared at Sandra from across the table, her long cocoa hair pinned up into a messy bun on top of her head. She wore a tight, white and black leopard print strapless top, her perky breasts pushed up into milky mounds peaking over the fabric. She decided against panties tonight and her black skirt barely covered her ass as we walked into the bar, even now if I looked underneath the table I would be able to see her naked pussy. Her eyes were dark and smokey and her pouty lips were stained red.
I never understood how a scrawny guy like me had ever made it with this goddess. We had been dating for about 6 months and I was smitten with her from the beginning. But how? I was just a skinny nobody who could never truly satisfy her like a real man could. And that is why we were here. We had met Tristan the night before at a party, he was everything I would never be and I could see the moment Sandra looked at him that she wanted him between her legs. Fuck, even I wanted him. She basically talked to him all night and as we were about to leave he put his arm around her and pulled her away from me. His hands were groping her waist and he stared at me as he talked to her. I just stood there. Finally he asked us if we wanted to have some real fun with him. I didn’t know what that meant, and still didn’t as we sat in the booth, but before I could speak Sandra agreed to meet up with him the next night. And here we are.
Tristan finally arrived and took his seat next to Sandra. He was even bigger than I had remembered. His shoulders were broad, his jaw square and his muscles bulged through the thin fabric of his tight black muscle shirt. He looked Sandra up and down and complimented her outfit, if I didn’t know better I would have thought he hadn’t noticed I was there at all. Sandra beamed as he brushed a stray strand of her hair back over her ear and she giggled at him as they talked. I sat across from the two of them, silent and uneasy. I didn’t know what to expect when we came here tonight, but I admit, seeing Tristan with his hands all over my girlfriend, it turned me on.
He hadn’t been there 5 minutes before Tristan suggested we leave the bar. Once again, my opinion was unneeded, and Sandra agreed. Before I knew it we were in Tristan’s red mustang on our way to his apartment. Sandra sat in the font seat and I in the back, watching through the seats as Tristan’s hand grazed my girlfriends thigh.
We arrived at his building and he led Sandra inside by the hand as I followed behind them. When we entered his apartment he sat next to Sandra on the sofa while I occupied the arm chair across the room. I sat for nearly 30 minutes in silence while Tristan brushed back Sandra’s hair, whispering in her ear as he eyed me across the room. He smirked at me and ran his hand up her creamy thigh, his fingers traveling almost all the way under her skirt while she giggled and looked over at me. Finally, I spoke.
“So, what kind of fun are we having tonight, exactly?” I muttered, not fully sure if they heard me. Tristan looked at Sandra and spoke only to her.
“I thought maybe, the three of us could have a little fun together. You know, take you for a little ride.” He grinned. Before I could respond, Sandra answered for the both of us.
“Yes!” She cheered. “Yes, I…” she looked over at me. “I want to. Chris, I mean, I think it would be fun.” She stood up and walked to the center of the room between Tristan and myself. She knelt on the ground and looked back and forth between us. Tristan gave me a smug look and stood up, undoing his pants. He walked over to Sandra and stood in front of her, her hungry eyes staring up at him, her mouth already starting to open in anticipation.
“Come on, pal.” Tristan chuckled. “Lets see how much your pretty girl here can handle.”
I felt a stirring in my crotch at the sight of my girl kneeling in front of this buff, cocky ass hole. I knew he could fuck her better than I could, I knew she wanted him too. And I think I really wanted to see it. I stood and took my place beside Tristan. I felt insignificant standing in his shadow, and that feeling was about to become much more intense.
I unzipped my jeans and pulled my dick from my pants. I heard Tristan audibly snort, barely stifling laughter as he saw my narrow, 4 inch, half hard dick in my hand. My eyes stared down at Sandra, a muffled giggle escaped her lips as she shared a knowing glance with the true man beside me. She leaned forward and took my pathetic penis in her mouth. Her eyes kept focusing on Tristan as she sucked on my tiny member. She sucked on my tip, bobbing her head back and forth in an unenthusiastic motion as Tristan choked back giggles. Finally, Tristan decided to end my pathetic blowjob.
“Alright, well as fun as this is for me…I think its time to give the lady something worth her time.” He nudged me to get my attention as he pulled his massive, throbbing cock out for Sandra. I was astonished. It wasn’t just big compared to me, it was huge. 8 inches at the very least, and so thick I wondered if Sandra could even get her lips around it. Within a few seconds my question was answered. The moment Sandra saw the enormous, juicy dick she pulled her lips from my pitiful shaft and immediately took his massive head in her mouth.
I had never seen her enjoy sucking cock more than she did at that moment. She opened her mouth wide and slid his shaft as far into her mouth as she could. She gagged on his thickness and continued to push her mouth down on his pole until her eyes teared. Over the next few minutes Sandra switched back and forth between us, but after a little while my blowjobs became shorter and less enthusiastic until finally she kept her pretty red lips wrapped around Tristan’s cock as if I wasn’t even there. Tristan nudged me again in the ribs and chuckled.
“Sorry bro, I guess she just needs a nice fat cock after such a long stint with that sad fuckin’ thing you got there.” He grinned at me and put his hand on the back of Sandra’s head, thrusting deeper into her mouth. As she gagged on him he looked over and me and moaned loudly while I stood beside him, my tiny penis at full mast in my hand. Finally Sandra couldn’t take any more, she pulled Tristan’s dick from her mouth and crawled to the couch on her hands and knees. She bent over the cushions and pulled her skirt up over her ass, spreading her legs and exposing her dripping wet pussy. She looked over her shoulder at us.
“I need to get fucked!” She practically shouted at Tristan, who shrugged at me and walked over to her. He grabbed her around the waist and positioned her over the couch, inserting his humongous erection into her aching pussy. She moaned loudly and when he entered her she started to scream. “Fuck yes! Oh Jesus, it’s huge!” He didn’t take it slow, he immediately began pounding her tight little pussy and she clutched the top of the couch to keep herself from being pulled back onto the floor. He rammed her from behind and grunted, looking back over his shoulder at me and grinning.
“Fuck, it’s so fucking big! It hurts so good!” She groaned.
“Hmm I guess your girl just needed to be filled up with some real meat!” He laughed. “You ready to watch your girlfriend get her pussy stuffed?”
I was. By this time I had started rapidly stroking my cock at the sight of Sandra getting fucked by a real cock. I was stroking and rubbing faster with each thrust of his hips and each scream coming from her throat.
“Fuuuck! Yes! Chris you never fuck me like this!” She screamed and laughed, Her voice halting as her body was pounded from behind. “God I need to be filled up! Fuck I never get a big cock in me! Chris, I want him to cum inside me!” She moaned and gasped with every plunge of his member. I stroked my dick harder and he looked over at me.
“Get over here and make yourself fucking useful.” He ordered. I scrambled to his side, desperate to do something, anything that could compare to the pleasure he was giving her. “Suck on my balls like a good bitch, maybe you can actually have a hand in filling your girl up for once.” He chortled and lifted one leg onto the couch. I knelt behind him and positioned myself between his legs. I opened my mouth and gobbled his huge balls while he nailed my Sandra and she screamed his name. It felt so wrong. And so right. The taste, the sensation, the humiliation of knowing that the only way I could fill her up with a massive load of cream was to suck on this jocks ball sack while he fucked her. It was bliss.
As I reflected on how these events made me feel, Tristan suddenly let out a loud grunt as he pushed deep into Sandra’s cunt. He released his milky load into her and they both wailed. I felt his warm juices gush from around his shaft and drip down his balls onto my face as he cried out in ecstasy. He pulled his cock out and more cum splashed onto my face, it tasted bitter, and I fucking loved it. Sandra screamed as he pulled away from her and she held tight to the back of the sofa.
“Fuck, why cant you fuck like a real man!” She scolded me and gasped for air. “Honey, why cant you pleasure me like this! My god, you’re fucking nothing compared to that fat cock.” They both snickered and Tristan grabbed my hair and pushed my face into her pussy.
“Fucking taste that cum, that is what a real man can give her.” He whispered to me as I lapped up his cum from her dripping hole. When I had licked her clean, Tristan let go of my hair and stuffed his dick back into his pants.
We left that night and the drive home was silent. We haven’t talked about what happened. About how she still wanted that thick cock inside her. About how I have never satisfied her and never will, not like him. About how I came on Tristan’s floor as I ate his cream from her satisfied cunt. And, I don’t believe we ever will.
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