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Chapter 8 by SimpleWriter SimpleWriter

What do you do?

You jerk off as Isabella plots

"Oh god!" says Sophia, now fully hiding her face in her hands. "This is too weird!"

Isabella laughs. "Now fantasize about me while you jerk it."

"Hey!" objects Emma.

Isabella smirks at your girlfriend and raises an eyebrow. "Do you actually care?"

She thinks for a second. "No, not really!"

The two women laugh, and even Sophia peaks through her fingers to watch you jerk off.

"As I was saying, fantasize about me as you jerk off. Imagine that you want me more than anything in the world, and you're begging to have sex with me, in public, but I'm turning you down and insulting you like the pathetic loser you are!"

You picture Isabella standing on a street, looking down at you because you're on your knees. You've always thought she had a pretty good body, not good enough to put up with her annoying attitude, but good enough for a hate fuck. However, now you're imagining yourself practically drooling over her curves. As she commanded, you imagine yourself begging for a fuck while she laughs and insults you.

"This is making you hot!" commands Isabella. "You love it when hot women like us prove how small you are!"

You look over at Emma. She's laughing almost as much as Isabella. That makes it all worth it. Pleasing her feels so good. You jerk harder, and Isabella is right, it feels good to imagine her flaunting her super hot body and taunting you.

"But you can't cum until we say so," says Isabella.

Several minutes go by. You keep jerking, unable to cum, as the girls enjoy the show. Sophia eventually lowers her hands and relaxes a little. Isabella asks Emma about the last week, and she describes in great detail all the ways she's humiliated and used you. They get a bottle of white wine and work through it without letting you stop. By the time they've finished it off, your brain is so numb that your fantasy has devolved into just staring at Sophia's plump breasts as she calls you a loser.

"You know," says Isabella meaningfully, "John isn't really your boyfriend anymore. He's just your ****."

Emma cocks her head to the side curiously. "Yeeeaaah?"

"So that means you need a new boyfriend!"

Does she want a new boyfriend? Who?

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