On Rose

I walk over to her and tower over her body. My tiny cock waggling back and forth as I stroke as fast as possible.

“Can I cum on you?” I ask like Oliver Twist asking for more soup.

She snickers and then gazes at me for a moment.

“Ask HIM.” She says.

I look into my competitors eyes. I’m full of shame and doubt. There’s no way he’ll let me cum on his girl.

“Can I?” I ask.

“Maybe. If you BEG me.” He says with a sly grin.

“P-…” I hesitate. Am I really about to stoop this low? “Please, sir! Let me cum on your girlfriend!”

“Mmm no. You just get to cum in a corner of the room somewhere. Go ahead, cucky. It’s what you deserve.” He told me flatly.

There was no time to argue. I went to the corner of the room, hearing Rose laughing at my ass as I jerked off in the corner. I was so aroused by all the sex that I just couldn’t help myself.

“You got this!” I heard from aside. It was Jessie, the cumdumpster of a girl. She was cheering me on. “Good job, cuck! Your ass is tight!”

Her cheering boosted my spirits, and I felt my orgasm race through my body as I reached a state of bliss. I shot my load all over the corner of the wall. I came like a fountain. It felt like heaven.

“Woohoo! Good job!” Jessie called out to me. Her support was so inspiring, it made me grin from ear to ear.