Billy the Bully 2

“Ohhhhh...hahhhh ha ha ha ha!” Billy's climactic groan morphs straight into mocking laughter. “Fuuuuck dude!” He slaps my slimy cheek a few times with his still drizzling manhood.

I sit there, head bowed by the strong grip that still held my hair, unable to open my eyes due to the copious amount of cum covering them. He just holds me there as I feel Billy's jizm ooze down my face and drip off of my chin to spatter down onto my bare legs. He smears some of it around with his cock, like an artist mixing paint.

“To think I used to look up to you. Jesus, what a pathetic loser you turned out to be.” He stops rubbing his dick into me. A heartbeat later I hear... Tkkzzzt. It was the shutter sound of his phone taking a picture. Taking a picture of me in my lowest and most humiliated moment. Tkkzzzt. He then roughly pushes me away and releases his grip. “Fuckin pathetic loser.” He says again to himself.

Jane giggles. “He's my lovable loser though.”

“Shut up.” Billy's voice crackles with a newfound authority. This might be my house, but at the moment Billy was the master of it. “You're as bad as he is slut. Don't think you are any better. Fucking whore, fucking every dick she can get her filthy hands on. I know what I am to you. Just a bigger better dick for your needy cunt. You're just a fucktoy for us ya dumb bitch, an easy cum dumpster, don't fool yourself.”

“Oh!” He'd taken her off guard with that. She was used to dirty talk during sex, this was something else entirely. Billy wasn't joking. “Billy baby, you know I love your...”

“Shut the fuck up.” Billy commands. “Don't try and sweet talk me. I'm just the stud who answered the phone first.”

My girlfriend is struck silent.

Sitting up I wipe the hot slimy man seed from my eyes and blink them open, the cum causes my lashes to try to cling together. Billy looks down at me derisively. “Your girl is a filthy worthless fucking slut. A two-bit cooze. Fuck, I paid you 20 bucks the first time. She's barely worth a fiver. Your woman is just a **** cock whore chasing anyone bigger and better than your bitch ass. A worthless fuckin cunt open 24/7 to anyone but you.”

His piercing blue eyes dare me to do something. I remember back to when Jane thought Billy was sweet and innocent, those were the exact words she had used...sweet and innocent. I knew then he had her fooled, but even I didn't realize this monster was lurking inside his boyishly cute visage.

Billy looms over me and waits for my reaction.

I sit a moment. I was hardly the picture of chivalry right now. Sitting nude looking up at him, my smaller cock still as hard as oak, this cocky punk's spunk slathered over my face. But I had to say something to that!

I get to my feet. “Now wait a minute. You're taking this too far.” I slowly clench my fists at my sides.

Jane immediately steps between us and glares angrily into my eyes. “Don't you dare.” She warns me. “Don't even think about it John.”

As we look into each other I realize that I had risen to defend a woman who did not want or need defending. She might be my woman but she was Billy's slut...and Peter's, and Brandon's, and Dennis's, and Micheal's. Hell, probably even Gary's too if he ever worked up the confidence to ask her again. She knew what she was to them and she absolutely embraced it. “Slut” wasn't an insult to her, it was a badge of honor!

After a moment of confusion...I relax. My shoulders lower and my fists slacken.

Behind her Billy sneers at me. Calm as could be he sets his phone on the counter behind him and peels his shirt off of his lean muscled body. It appeared he wasn't done with us yet. Taking a handful of her ass in one hand he then reaches around and fills his hand with her right breast in the other, he gives them both a hard squeeze. Feeling her up like he owned her.

“Mmmm!” My girlfriend hums excitedly at his rough attentions. She backs her soft curvy little body into his.

“You guys need me. I don't need your sorry asses. Remember that.” Billy says over her shoulder.

Smack!

He spanks her ass before letting her go. Walking around her he takes the seat I had just been occupying just moments before and leans back. His wet heavy cock slumps over his thigh. He moved with a rock solid confidence I had only seen in UFC fighters after they knocked their opponent out cold. He wasn't threatened by me in the slightest. Grabbing Jane's wrist he pulls her down to kneel on the floor beside him.

“Come on slut.” Putting both hands over the top of her head he pulls her in and mashes her face into his junk. “Get me hard. I want you at least two more times.”

Without hesitation she kisses and slurps and nuzzles into the area where his sack met the base of his shaft.

Giving me a sideways glance he chuckles. “You...he he he...make me a sandwich bitch. Fucking your woman is giving me an appetite. He he he. Oh, and wash that fucking filthy face first.”

I stand there watching my girlfriend orally go to town on her young lover, my unslaked cock as hard as ever, and wonder what kind of sandwich Billy might like.