After a week, you give in...right in time to see them out in public as a couple for the first time!

For the next several days you were distracted at work and at home. You kept your computer off, and didn't listen to one conversation over the receiver. This was the first time in weeks of being totally "out of the loop" so to speak, regarding Morgan and Bill. The gym didn't help, nor did drinking. Each night you found it harder and harder not to open the computer. You wondered if Bill was over Morgan's fucking her, or vice versa. You're cock was constantly hard. In fact, on Sunday night, you actually had a wet dream, about watching them fucking on Morgan's couch.

Nothing seemed right anymore. You had become obsessed with THEIR relationship now. On Monday, at work, you were almost useless. Finally, you reached your home, and lit a cigarette as you opened your computer. You checked to see if Morgan was home. She wasn't. Then you checked the feed to Bill's. He was playing video games in his room.

You turned on the receiver to hear Morgan driving. She was in the car with Hilary. "Calm down," Hilary told Morgan. "It'll be fine!"

Morgan answered with a sigh, "It's just that, we haven't done anything outside Bill's home yet! And other than with you guys. Tonight I'm gonna meet all his work friends and his bosses. I'm a little nervous. And you know Bill....and what he wants," she said.

You were confused at how easily this new relationship had taken off. Hilary even responded, "Yeah I do. Does he want you to dress slutty?"

Your now EX-girlfriend laughed. "Yeah, he wants me to be the "Trophy" girlfriend or whatever, but I told him I'm gonna wear something classy!"

You listened for a while. There was no need to follow them now. You knew the truth, and were the night would end up. You just sort of wished it would get there already. You heard Morgan tell Hilary about the work party Bill was taking her to tonight. The girls shopped at Macy's for a cocktail dress for Morgan. A FUCKING COCKTAIL DRESS! She never got that dressed up for you. She settled on a black dress, one that Hilary assured her wasn't slutty.

That night you got some beers ready and prepared yourself to follow them to the party. You knew the bar it was at. Apparently Bill's company had rented out the back reception area. It was a rather nice restaurant/bar. You drank a few beers and watched as Morgan showered. She shaved her legs in the shower. You heard the doorbell ring. You already knew it was Bill, as you watched him leave his home. He was dressed in brown khaki pants, and a blue blazer with a white undershirt and blue tie. He looked like a stupid catholic school kid. The asshole couldn't dress for shit. What did she see in him? This continued to confuse you, as Morgan in her towel opened the door and hugged him. They made-out on the front steps, and he squeezed her ass. She smiled at him. "You look so nice!"

Bill went to the kitchen, without asking and grabbed a beer. She certainly had more beer than usual. And all the brands Bill liked. You switched to watch Morgan rubbing lotion on her longs legs to make them shine in the light. As you saw the black dress on the bed, you had a strange desire to wait to see her in it. Normally, you'd watch her dress, but for some reason, you wanted to be surprised. You wanted to see what Bill would see. So you put the feed from the wall facing the couch where Bill sat on.

He was clearly anxious too, as he kept looking towards the bedroom door. Then an hour later, you saw the door open. When Morgan stepped out, you almost had a heart-attack. She looked absolutely ravishing, in the black cocktail mini-dress. It wasn't slutty at all, but it made her look beautiful. It came up just above her knees, and two straps came over her shoulders. The dress tightly hugged her amazing frame. Her hair was straight down, and her make-up was just as classy. She was drop-dead gorgeous. You couldn't help but pull your pants down and begin to rub your dick. You laughed, thinking Bill wasn't so lucky, and knew he must have wanted to.

Then you realized who the lucky one REALLY was as he stood up and put his arms around her. Her own arms encircled his shoulders and they kissed. "You look FANFUCKINFTASTIC" he told her.

She sat down and put on her black high-heels, and stood up. She was now a few inches taller than Bill. She stood next to Bill and adjusted his tie in the mirror. "You ready?"

He nodded enthusiastically. "Can we fuck first?"

She shook her head, "Later. Right now, you need to take your "trophy" girlfriend out and show her off to all you co-workers." She picked up a small black purse, with gold chains to hold it. You hadn't bugged this one, so you'd have to follow.

You got to your car and drove fast, hoping to beat them. You didn't. This was actually a good thing, as they'd see you. You walked into the bar, and sat at the front bar. There were many windows to the back room, and you could see right in. You sat behind a pole to hide your presence and ordered a beer. You watched Bill introduce Morgan to his co-workers one by one. She was always the polite and out-going type, and seemed to fit right in. You knew Bill hated his co-workers, especially some guy named Dave, who always fucked with Bill. As you watched Bill's co-workers pat him on the back and seemingly congratulate them on snagging Morgan, you understood why. For a person who was a low-life asshole, Bill sure looked like a man on top of the world with this beauty on his arm.

The night progressed with drinking, dinner and dancing. Morgan was a social butterfly, while Bill just drank at the bar. They danced to slow dances several times, and Morgan even danced with Bill's older boss. She seemed to have a glow about her, and laughed often. She was having a great time. Bill had a shit-eating grin on his face the entire time. He watched Morgan all night. You noticed several things. First, Bill's enemy Dave was eyeballing the shit out of Morgan. He seemed generally pissed. Looks like Bill won this round. You also noticed, for a girl in heels, Morgan hadn't sat down all night, despite being offered seats.

Despite being some of the youngest people there, Morgan and Bill were some of the first people to leave. They shook hands and excused themselves. You watched them pass by you, arm in arm, only ten feet away, and not even glance towards you. They were too caught up in each others conversation, laughing and smiling.

As they entered their car, you paid your bill and went to your own. You raced home and got more beers out. You lit a smoke, and turned on the computer. Minutes later, you saw Morgan's front door open. Morgan was smiling, "You did sooo good tonight babe," she told him, going to the fridge and grabbing two beers. She drank more beers now. She handed Bill a beer and put out her index finger,"You didn't grope my ass!" She then put out her middle finger, "You didn't try to finger-bang me as usual." She put out her ring finger, continuing to count the ways he had been good, "You didn't try to fuck me in the bathroom or anything," she held out her last finger, "and you were real nice to people. I'm proud of you!" She sighed and took a seat at the coffee table to the right of the couch, you watched her cross her legs as she sat. "I haven't sat all night," she closed her eyes and twirled her heel-covered feet.

Bill pointed to her, "And what about you? You were great. They all loved you."

She smiled, "Was I a good "trophy" girl?"

He looked more content than ever. "More than you know. Dave was pissed!"

Morgan pulled out lipstick/gloss and rubbed it on her lower lip than smacked her lips together. "Uh....that's because he wanted to fuck me!" She said in a mocking manner. "Guy was eye-fucking the shit outta me," she did an impression of Vince Vaughn in wedding crashers.

This made Bill's smile grow. "He's probably jerking it to you right now." He huffed, "Hell, my boss is too, the perv."

She laughed, "They ALL wanted to fuck me, let's be real." She made a sexy pose with her face. Then she became more serious, "But I was still classy right?"

He reassured her. "You were amazing. You're never slutty!"

You watched Morgan put her index finger on her chin. She gave Bill a coy smile. "I'm slutty, but just for you!" What the fuck was that? You thought. "You hungry?" She asked looking to the kitchen. Bill had eaten several times in the night. Still, he told her he could eat. She looked back at him, "What do you wanna eat. I got chips and salsa, some hummus...mmmmmm," she made a noise. She loved hummus. Bill just told her to grab some chips. She put her hands on her knees. "You sure? How about some pie?"

He looked at her with a furrowed brow. "You have pie?"

She winked at him, "Of course," then your heart almost stopped when she opened her legs, revealing her completely shaven cunt, without any panties. "You're favorite kind!"

Bill's eyes popped open. "You weren't wearing underwear?"

She laughed, "Why do you think I didn't sit down. This is a five-hundred dollar dress, I'm not getting pussy juice on it." Her words were so dirty now.

You watched Bill jump to the floor and crawl quickly to her opened legs. He put his hands on her knees. He just stared at her pussy. You zoomed the camera in from behind, giving you a view of her exposed cuntlips. They were more swollen then you had ever seen, and slick with wetness. Bill kissed her inner thigh on the left side and moved his head to her crotch. His black haired head covered your shot of her pussy. Morgan's mouth dropped open, and you knew his tongue was fucking her cunt. Her hands rested on his head and rubbed his hair. She spread her legs wider. Her feet went up in the heels, until only the tops touched the ground. Her head fell back. A large smile swept across her face. Her eyes closed. She muttered to him. "Double or nothing says I can make it through the entire alphabet!" She was referring to Bill's technique of licking the outline of the letters of the alphabet. Had he done this more than you knew. It had been a week.

He answered you question. "You couldn't even get past "L" last Friday!" His head pulled back. "You're on!" He pushed his head forward again.

Morgan's legs came up and onto his shoulders. Her high-heels dangled on his back. You could see her chest push out, and her hips move slowly back and forth against Bill's face. Her eyes opened within a moment, and she bit her lip. She had a look of almost fear on her face, and covered her mouth with her hands. Bill's head went from left to right wildly now. He got up and stood between her legs which went back to the ground. "You lose!" He said looking down at her.

She jumped up and shook her head. She grabbed his arms. "No..no..I didn't cum!" She pleaded.

He laughed. "You just came in my mouth Morgan, I know by now!"

She stamped her foot on the ground. "FUCK!" They both had a good laugh and sat on the couch. "You're too good at that!"

Bill looked at her, "I want to make you squirt!"

You didn't get what he meant. Neither did Morgan, "What's that?"

For the next few minutes, Bill showed Morgan videos on his phone. She had a look of shock and sheer disgust. "I can't do that!" He assured her that every girl could. While they discussed things, you pulled up the internet on your computer. You googled "squirting" and found out what it was. Apparently, some girls could ejaculate like men. A clear to white liquid would shoot out upon orgasm. It was both disgusting and highly erotic.

You opened the camera feed and watched Morgan and Bill looking at another video on his phone. "That's gross!" She shouted.

Bill pleaded with her for the next several minutes. He assured her it was the best possible way for a woman to have an orgasm. He told her every woman was capable. She eventually gave in. "FINE!" She said. "If you can make me do that I'll let you cum in my face!"

This hurt you more than most of the things that had happened. She said she would never let YOU do that, as it was degrading. You had seen Bill trick her to it before, but she never openly agreed. You wondered why she would simply agree to this.

It seemed that Bill was confused as well, "You're gonna let me try?"

She laid down on the couch. "Let me get this right. If I lose, I get eaten out all the time. If I win, I get eaten out all the time. It's win, win." She pulled her skirt up. "Go for it!"

For the next hour, you watched with morbid curiosity as Bill licked and lapped at Morgan's pussy. He kept looking at his phone, probably looking at instructions. Morgan was in heaven. She was cumming and cumming and cumming. However, there was no squirting. After a while, she sat up and looked at his phone with him. They both poked and proded at her pussy, trying to see if different things would work. Realizing they wouldn't be successful, the pair retired to the bedroom.

They undressed and got into bed. Morgan got on top of Bill, who looked rather disappointed. She grabbed his cock and eased herself down. "Awwwww......poor baby!" She began a slow grind onto his cock.

Bill just lifted his hips to meet her own. He grabbed her ass. "Fuck you!" He said.

They fucked for several minutes until they came together. Bill pulled off his condom and threw it to the floor. They slept in each others arms.

As the days past, Bill attempted to eat her out and make her squirt. It didn't happen. He didn't always unlock achievements you thought.

You began to google "how to make a girl squirt" yourself. All of the techniques were terrible. Then you found a paysite. You didn't know why but you paid for the instructional video. You found yourself creating a fake email address, and then you attached the video file and sent it to Bill's email. Why were you helping him?