What About Me?

Abby: Hey, hun. I had too much to drink. The day was rough so Shannon and I and a couple other staff went out for drinks. I’m at Shannon’s now. I’m just going to crash here. Could you be the best and go to the school to pick up my car? Use my Uber account so we get the extra points for the ride.

You blink as you read her message. What the fuck? She teases you like that and now wants you to pick up her car? Maybe she was drunk when she called you. You’ve never seen her that drunk. At most, she would typically get a good buzz going and then stop. She doesn’t like not being in control.

You get the Uber and get dropped off at her car at the school a little past ten.

You: I’m getting in your car now. You okay??? What was up with that call??

It shows as read but no message comes back.

You drive home but your dick throbs for attention. Abby’s car smells like her and after a moment, you’re reaching in your pants to play with your dick. When you get home, you rush to the computer and jump online. If Abby got to cum, you should too, right?

You type up your favorite site and start surfing. There’s so much new content since you haven’t been here for a few months.

Your phone dings.

Abby: Get off that, right now!

You: But you got off earlier. What about me?

Abby: What are you talking about?

Is she so drunk she forgot that she was masturbating without you?

You: Your call??? Don’t you remember? You were asking me to cum inside you?

Abby: I don’t know what you’re talking about. Just get off the web site and go to bed.

That’s so fucked up. You decide you’ve already been caught, might as well cum before you go to bed. You scroll halfway down the page looking for the right video, something with a redhead. You see a redhead but when you click on the video the computer freezes and then shuts down.

Is she fucking serious?

You pick your phone up to text her but then decide it’s probably best to not piss her off. She already gave you the ultimatum about getting a job, if you press jacking off to porn, she might move your eviction date up. Just as you put your phone down, it lights up with a text from Abby.

Abby: If you want to jack off, you can click this link. If you go to anything else on your phone, I’ll turn it off, too.

She couldn’t turn your phone off, could she? Probably because of that fucking app. You go to your settings and find the app. You click to delete it but it asks for your pin code. You put it in but it bounces back saying that the pin was wrong. Probably just tapped too fast. You click in your pin very slowly but it fails.

Another message comes through.

Abby: Jack. You’re pissing me off!!! I want to go to sleep and if you keep trying shit I won’t be able to. One more fuck up I’m turning the phone off!! Use the link I gave you. I’m giving you permission. Now cut it the fuck out!!!

You tap the link that takes you to a video called ‘Cuck cleans bulls load,’ and the video starts with a guy’s big cock pulling out of a woman’s stretched pussy. The woman keeps her legs spread as another guy comes up and licks her pussy lips just as cum starts streaming out. The scene starts over after the cuck licks all the cum out of the woman’s beaten pussy. It’s an hour-long video of maybe only thirty seconds worth on a loop.

You: What the fuck is this?

Abby: It’s going to be you if you don’t get your shit together Jack! Is that what you want? To watch me and all the other women you could have had a shot with in life get fucked by better men?

Abby: Seriously Jack. Watch the video, see if it’s something you like. If that’s what you want, don’t get a job, don’t get your life back on track. Just sit around and watch as I leave you for someone else, someone better.

Abby: Am I clear?

Jesus! What the fuck crawled up her ass? She’s always been in charge but she’s never really been mean.

Abby: Am I FUCKING CLEAR!!

Fuck.

You: Yes

Abby: YES WHAT?

Holy fucking shit, she’s fucking mean this drunk. God damn!

You: Yes Ma’am.

Abby: That’s fucking right. Now go jerk to being cucked. Text me again and I’m shutting your phone off.

You sigh in relief that she didn’t disconnect your phone. I’m not going to whack off to cuck porn. You go lay down in bed and watch a gaming video. After about thirty minutes your balls scream for release. You jerk for a minute but you know you’re not going to get anywhere without something. You need a picture or video, something, anything! You open the cuck video again and watch but your dick goes soft watching the guy lick another guys cum. Soft as it may be, your dick still dribbles precum all over your crotch and into your bush. Since Abby cut off sex you haven’t shaved. You try pausing the video when the camera is just on the girl’s pussy but the shot is either going to have all three of the actors, or it’s going to have either the alpha or the beta bitch in the shot.

You decide to freeze the image of the pussy when the big cock is pulled out. The guy in the video is hung, like ten- or twelve-inches kind of hung. Absolute monsters those fucking porn stars. You jack off looking at how much his big cock gaped her pussy and you imagine that pussy being Abby’s. It was close to the same, but Abby’s was a little lighter in color. That big cock though, that could never be you. If I took some dick pills. You imagine while jerking. Yeah, some fucking dick pills that make my cock way bigger. Fuck, bigger than him! Your hand moves at a frantic pace over your dick. You can only use two fingers with your thumb since it’s so small. So much smaller than the bull’s. Abby’s text infiltrate your thoughts and how she will leave you to find someone better, but what she meant was bigger. She wants a big dick like that guy's. You hammer away at your dick as you look at how satisfied that beaten pussy looks with cum dribbling out of it. She needs a big dick!

Fire builds in your groin as your balls condense. “Yes! Take that big dick,” you shout, imagining Abby getting nailed by a big cock. Cum shoots straight up and lands in your pubes. More cum bubbles out like a broken fire hydrant.

Holy shit, I’ve never cum so much! You wish you could have saved it for Abby, but damn, that felt good.

A text from Abby shows up on top of the screen.

Abby: Did you like that? Did you like the video?

What the hell? How does she know you watched the video? How does she know you finished?

You: How did you know I came?

Abby: Security camera, dummy. I watched the whole thing. You liked jacking off to the big dick.

You: No! I was jacking off to the pussy.

Abby: That was full of big dick and cum. You liked it. It’s okay. Just say it. You like being a cuck.

Holy shit, mean Abby is also super hot and sexual Abby.

You: I wish you were here for all this cum I saved up for you.

Abby: Not impressed. Just admit it. You liked watching cuck porn.

Fuck. What do you say to that? If I say no, the sex talk is over, but if I say yes then I’m saying I liked cuck porn… What the fuck do I do?

Abby: Admit it

That read like an ultimatum. Maybe you should just say what she wants to hear.

You: Yeah, I liked it.

Abby: Good-night, Cuck.

You start typing back but your phone shuts off.

The next morning you wake up to a couple text messages on your phone.

Abby: Oh my god, baby. I am so sorry. That was super fucked up and I was super drunk.

Abby: Please, say you’ll forgive me. I didn’t mean any of that, hun. You know I love you and I just want what’s best for you. I didn’t mean that shit.

Abby: Listen. If you’re mad, please just let me know. You have every right to be mad. Also, I’m still with Shannon right now. We’re both nursing hangovers so I’ll be home in the afternoon or later. Keep looking for a job, please.

Abby: I’m really sorry for what I said, but what I said yesterday morning still holds. If you don’t get a job by the end of the week, you’re going to have to leave.

Well, fuck. Hope had surged that you could turn her drunken mistake into enough sympathy to have her take back her eviction notice.

You: Yeah, I forgive you hun. I love you too much to stay mad at you.

Abby: Oh, I’m so happy to hear that.

Abby: I don’t remember last night at all. Are those texts for real?? Did you really jack off to cuck porn???

Lying to her would only be a mistake.

You: It’s all that you would let me watch. And I haven’t done anything in so long my balls hurt. Men have needs, and when we’re deprived of those needs we suffer a lot of pain in our most sensitive area.

Oh yeah. There’s a way to turn this around. You play it cool, but also like the hurt little boy angle, she’ll come running home to take care of you.

You wait for her response but after twenty minutes you decide you’d better start applying. Not to mention, you have the interview. You check your emails to see you have another interview offer for today as well! Fuck yeah! This is a good job, too. Well, the job is phone support, but it’s from home and it pays double what the stupid theater pays. It’s probably comparable to what Abby gets pays. It looks like it’s a group interview though. Shit, those kind of suck. Oh well.

A couple hours later and another text comes through.

Abby: LOL I can’t believe you actually jacked off to cuck porn. Tell me the truth, did you like it? This isn’t like last night, I can tell I was being mean, and again I’m really sorry for that. I’m actually curious.

Damn it. She completely disregarded your attempt for sympathy. After a couple drafts, you put together a slam dunk. This will get her home real fast.

Just as you go to send it, she sends you another text.

Abby: I just watched the security cam from last night. You shout ‘yes. Take that big dick.’

Abby: You couldn’t have been imagining you fucking, right? Do guys jack off thinking they’re the guy fucking all the time? Or is it more just, you like watching a woman getting fucked and the guy doesn’t matter?

The security cam from last night? It’s not just a live cam? It records? Fuck!

Abby: I saved it.

Your stomach drops to the floor. She saved it?

You: What did you men you sans be it?

Abby: What?

You realize in your panicked rush, you typed way too fast.

You: What do you mean you saved it?

Abby: I saved it to show you later. Look, I shouldn’t be bothering you. You have your interview. Focus on that, we’ll talk about this when I get home.

God damn it! You wanted so bad to text back but you knew that would upset her and moreover, she was right. You had your interview to take care of.

The interview for the theater goes well, but you hope that the next one goes better. At three you check your phone but no new messages have come through. You start the group interview at three-thirty. Everyone introduces themselves and the last person is the fucking owner of the company, just wanting to wish us all good luck before he hops off and lets the interviewer take over.

Your favorite show to watch with Abby starts, marking the time as six. What could be taking her so long?

You: Hey Abby? You okay?? I know you said you might be coming home later than the afternoon but I just wanted to check on you.

Abby: How did your interviews go?

You: Pretty good. I think I’m a getting the job at the theater for sure but the tech support job is a little more up in the air.

Wait a minute…

You: How did you know I had multiple interviews?

She doesn’t respond.

Fucking damn it.