When my girlfriend, Olivia, asked me for 100CAD for unknown purposes, I told her no, even though it hurts my feelings to deny her anything. She was an angel, after all, the most amazing woman the heavens could have ever given me, and although I could describe her slender waist, her large breasts or her incredibly fair skin it would not do justice to what was really attractive about her, her smile, her glittering eyes, her bright mind and her disposition to laugh at every single joke I ever told her.
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But I denied her the money, my birthday was coming soon and I had planned on gifting myself a PS5. I knew my friends would by me a gift that expensive, and my girlfriend had just lost her job opportunity at the south border. I knew it was selfish, but I needed the money.
Getting a well paying job was getting harder and harder, when I got my computer science degree I was promised never ending employment and high paying jobs at every corner, but now a few rich assholes were taking everything from me, leaving me at a deadend job at a small office.
A week before my birthday party, I decided to take a deep breath, swallow my pride and go to a friend's party, not for fun, but for networking. If my degree wasn't going to be enough, then I was going to pull myself by the connections I still had.
Liam was a good friend from back when we were undergraduates, we even shared a flat at The Hub for a whole year. He had the blessing of grabbing a job as TA, which then allowed him to go up the ladder and become a professor. He even married his long term boyfriend he met at a "chicken wings wednesday" event.
When I asked him if I could come to one of his parties, he gladly invited me and Olivia to come, talking about how happy he was I hadn't forgotten him.
The truth was that his husband, Ethan, was a but of a snob, a proto-bodybuilder who always changed the subject of any conversation to sports and beer, and so I distanced myself.
The party was amazing, though, his house had a large pool and a gaming basement filled with games from vintage to physical copies of games I had no idea they sold physical copies of. He even had hired a buffet service for food and drinks, which I wasn't expecting at all.
As it turns out, they had planned this party to annouce an adoption, everyone was happy, we drank a lot, ate a lot, played a lot.
Olivia seemed to be having fun too, she was dressed almost like a hippie, with a white crocheted hat, a long flowered skirt and a soft sweater pairing nicely with her round glasses. She found a group of students with whom I overheard her talking about how amazing I was, something I was glad to hear even if I wasn't meant to. She eventually mentioned needing money, but before I could hear anything else, the adopted kid showed up, drawing everyone's attention.
I spent sometime with the boy and Liam, teaching him how to play our favorite games, it was as if we were back at college again, suddenly I had forgotten about the economy, about money, about hardships, I remembered why I wanted to buy a console, not to simply play something, but to remember the good old days.
Eventually I had to go to the bathroom, besides the kitchen and away from most of the party. The staff had already left, and so did many of the atendees. For a moment I enjoyed the silence and decided to take a breath of fresh air.
Standing beside the pool, I heard moans, from a man. I wondered if I was just hearing things, but after a few seconds I was certain that someone was pleasuring himself behind my friend's house.
It was unbelievable, who would do such a thing during a celebration like that?
As I approached, I found out who.
My girlfriend was standing slightly bent foward, one hand at her knee, and the other at a huge, pulsating cock. Her face wasn't happy, her brows frowned and her movements up and down were violent and hurried. Standing before her was Ethan, with his characteristic smug face looking down on her as she worked hard on his rod.
In his hand I saw the printed image of Robert Borden sternely watching the profanity unravel before him.
"Is this what a 100 dollars handjob looks to you?" he asked.
"I'm doing my best."
"You are not getting this note if your boyfriend finds you here before I come."
"You are a jerk."
I tried to go around the corner from where I was seeing them, but something stopped me. I was here for a reason, to get contact with a rich friend and find a better life, and besides that, if I did anything now, what would happen to Liam? And the kid they just adopted?
Maybe I should just leave, pretend I didn't see anything.
My girlfriend needed money, and I didn't provide it, so I could probably put the blame on myself and move foward. Besides, it's just a handjob, it's not like I haven't gotten much more from her before.
It's nothing.
Nothing…
And yet.
I couldn't stop watching.
My heart aching, my mind wondering why that was happening. Nothing made any sense. Why was my friend's gay husband asking my girl for this kind of favor? Even if he was bisexual, it was still cheating. Not only that, he looked so smug doing it, as if the pleasure he got was not in the act being done, but in who he was having it be done by.
As the events proceeded, Olivia started show show signs of exaustion, her legs were trembling and her hand moved heavy, and yet Ethan didn't seem any closer to an orgasm. So she dropped on her knees in front of him, looking up at his enormous manhood as one looks at a golden idol.
The change in perspective made her also change her expression, now she looked meek, blushing, sometimes diverting her gaze away from the throbing monster.
He put his hand on her head, caressing her and pulling her face closer and closer, as she resisted less and less.
"Stop it, I said it was just a handjob!" she complained.
He allowed himself to scoff, pulling her face as close as possible, his balls almost touching her chin and his shaft rising yet some three inches above her forehead. For a second she stopped moving her hands and stared in awe, her hands lowering his dick onto her face and allowing him to rub it on her cheeks, on her forehead, on her lips.
He put his hand on her face as to lift it enough for their eyes to meet, he knew she was entranced, but still fighting the temptation. Her brows were furrowed but her face was blushing, she moved her torso away but her hands had unconsciously started moving down her body, sneaking under her skirt to touch herself. She had never been dominated like that, by a man so large and confident as that. If he wasn't so smug about it, she could even have fallen in love right there.
"If you use your mouth, this will end quicker" he gave her an excuse, pressing his shaft on her soft lips, her glasses fogging from the heat, her tongue coming out to caress his cock.
She started moving back and forth slowly, with passion. The excuse of wanting to finish it fast went out of the window the moment she felt his taste. Olivia engorged herself on his cock, her hand now violently touching her wet clit over the now exposed white panties.
Even with her whole hand wrapped around, she still had trouble covering his entire manhood. Her saliva covered half of it, dripping down his balls. He had his two hands on her head, forcing her to deepthroat him, and the harder he pulled, the more she moaned. I could swear she had at least two orgasms while doing this.
And still, he hadn't come yet.
"N-no…" she said as he moved his dick away from her face. She knew what he wanted next, even I knew it.
Olivia was gasping on the floor, one tit hanging out of her sweater, her glasses tilted and covered in mucus and precum, her skirt raised and her wet undies exposed. When he moved on top of her, even as she said "no", she spread her legs as wide as she could, covering her chest and looking to the side, as if to pretend she wasn't letting what was happening happen.
From where I was, all I could see were her legs on the air, his hairy back curving on top of her, his muscular legs supporting her at an angle and his balls moving.
I knew the moment he entered her by the leg-shaking orgasm she had. He held her legs up on a V shape and rearanged her guts with strong rythmic movements, each pump acompanied by a loud moan, each pull and push causing a melody of wet sounds and grunts.
Olivia orgasmed, and orgasmed once more. She was now sucking on his tongue and then biting his neck and licking his chest like a house cat.
He started picking up moment, faster and faster, I saw a shiver moving up his spine as he thrusted one last time, enveloping Olivia in a tight embrace, making her orgasm in sync, her toes twirling, her mouth deeply kissing him, her eyes clouded with lust, her face red, her breath tired.
They paused interlocked for a while, his cock pulsating while she trembled with her most powerful orgasm yet.
After he got up, Ethan dropped the money one the ground besides her, a cocky smile on his face as he put his pants back and threw his shirt over his shoulder.
"Good job girl, next time bring your boyfriend too, he seems to have a nice ass."
His comment made my nerves jump, I noticed how horny I was watching my girl be completely dominated, I even had a hard on.
But I wasn't gay! No matter how strong or confident that guy was, his words had no effect on me, none!
I had to get away from there, I didn't want to be seen, I couldn't them see me with a hard on, or they would know I… I… enjoyed it?
My brain wasn't working properly, so I sent a message to Liam and Olivia saying I had to leave because I forgot I had work to be done for the next day and bailed.
My heart was still racing when Olivia sent me a message asking if I was okay. She sounded so normal, as if she hadn't just gotten the most orimal sex of her life.
I didn't know if I could forgive her, but how could I not? She clearly was doing it against her will, was it her fault he got her in the mood? That he dominated her body and mind as easy as you tame a dog?
Or was it my fault, that I didn't tell her I had money? Why didn't I just give her what she needed? If I had done it, she wouldn't…
My heart skipped a bit remembering her face, the face of my angel, her smile turned into a frenzied mess of emotions.
Questions started popping up. Did he use a condom? Did she hold his cum inside her? For how long? Was she even on the pill? How does it feel to have a dick such as that inside you?
For the next five days and a half I didn't engage much with Olivia. I liked the memes she sent me, but I couldn't bring myself to say a word.
Why was she even needing that much money anyway?
And as I went up the stairs to my apartment on the day of my birthday I saw her, waiting for me with ger angelic smile, on her hands a video game console, a surprise gift for me. Was that what the money was for? Why didn't she tell me? And why didn't I tell her why I couldn't give her the money?
With a kiss she erased all my doubts, I put all that happened in the past. All she has ever done was for my sake, she was an angel, who loved me, and brought me a surprise for my birthday.
And even gave me a very, very wet kiss.
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