Jealousy

I dragged it out as long as I could, but eventually even a titan like Mark couldn't hold back. He came so hard it made noises when it splatted against my face and my big fuckable tits. He hadn't told me where he wanted to cum, so I swallowed some and painted myself with the rest.

"Wow," he said, falling back against the back of my couch and panting. He was sweating even though he'd hardly moved. "I can't believe it's working."

I wasn't stupid enough to question what that meant this time. Not when I was doing so well. "I did OK? I know my titties aren't as good as Joanna's, but... I really tried. Honest." I almost said I tried my best, but what if he'd thought I was pathetic? Then he'd think my best was worthless, and never want to hang out with me again.

"Your titties are decent, Sidneyslut. Don't feel too down about them. Besides, now that I've seen you in action, I actually think you just might have one thing over on Joanna."

My throat went dry in an instant. It was the most romantic and erotic thing anyone had ever said to me. "I... I do?" I croaked. It seemed impossible. She was prettier than me, had better jugs than me, better ass, tighter pussy. Without any data, I'd even begun making assumptions like she made more money than I did, was definitely way smarter, earned respect in a way I would never learn how. She was so amazing in all those ways that she made me not just worse by comparison, but objectively bad. I was a cheap, stupid tramp.

"You do. You see, Joanna, she's got it all. I'm sure I don't need to tell you, but she's so much better than you in pretty much every way."

I nodded. I mean, duh. While we're at it, the sky is blue and circles are round.

"But the thing is... she knows it. She's all class and elegance, grace and sophistication. You see where I'm going with this?"

I shook my head. How was me being a wanton needy desperate stupid slut a positive?

"See, it gives her airs. I'm crazy about her, but she wouldn't scurry to obey me, bow and scrape, fulfill my every whim, beg me and thank me for the chance to beg. You see... she's so amazing, she's incapable of jealousy."

As his meaning sunk in, my mind was suddenly blown by how much sense it made. Of course someone like Joanna was above this, kneeling in front of a guy who used to be way below your league and pleading with him to fuck your slutty throat. I finally realized I was good at one thing she wasn't.

I could be an obedient, submissive slut.

"So, if I do everything you say and let you fuck me however you want whenever you want... then will you sometimes hang out with me instead of her? I don't mean date me or anything – I know I'm not date material compared to her. Just come over, use me until I bore you, go home."

"If you keep it up like this, I might forget all about her. But only if you keep giving it your best."

"Oh I will! I will I will I will!"

"Well then? I'm getting hard again, and my cock's not going to fuck itself."

With a giggle of triumph, I sprang up to my feet and scooped the jizz off my face with a finger, sucking it clean. I would've just wiped it off on my couch or something in case he wanted to kiss me without tasting jizz, but since I'd already swallowed a bunch, I just added this to the mix. He didn't complain.

I settled onto his lap, murmuring pleas in a plaintive voice for him to "stuff my slut cunt full of Mark cock" and "pick a hole, pussy or ass, tell me where you want it" and "pretty pretty please can I fuck you? Pretty pretty please?" It wasn't inventive, but it was sincere. With this new revelation, my willingness to debase myself and to be debased by Mark was now one of my favorite personality traits.

Soon enough, I was impaled on my friend's cock and riding him like the world's sluttiest cowgirl, all the while telling him how huge his cock was and whining my desperation for him to drill my creamy pussy harder (even though he was mostly just sitting there while I did 90% of the work) (which was totally fine by me). I couldn't even tell you how many times I came – from the sex, yes, but also from imagining the look on Joanna's perfect face at seeing her boyfriend, my friend and now fuck buddy Mark, as his eyes rolled back in his head when I squeezed him with my vaginal muscles, when I smothered him with titty-meat.

He fucked me long into the night – he had lots of ideas for positions and acts he wanted to use me in – and eventually he pulled out of me and almost instantly fell asleep. He held out just long enough to say, "suck me, Sidneyslut."

So I did, fellating him in his sleep just in case he woke up and wished he'd stayed with Joanna instead of me. While I obeyed, I snagged his phone from the nightstand and snapped a selfie. There I was, looking deliriously happy with his cock in my mouth, and there he was in the background, sawing logs and drooling a little out of the side of his mouth onto my pillow.

With a mischievous (and cock-muffled) giggle, I opened his messenger and composed a new message. I entered Joanna's name in the recipient line... but no conversation history came up. Weird. I guess they didn't text.

Still, I needed her to see this, to feel like I'd been feeling even if only for as long as it took her to remind me I was an insignificant speck. I sent her a copy of the image of me dutifully sucking her sleeping boyfriend's cock.

Bitchy? Maybe. But once in a while, a girl just wants to prove she can make another girl jealous.