ass fist in front of her boyfriend
Title: The Ultimate Betrayal: A Teen’s Ass Fisting Cuckold Adventure
Yesterday, I walked in on my sexy, curvy girlfriend Jenna bent over the kitchen table, her tight jeans around her ankles. But that wasn’t what shocked me – it was the huge, gloved hand slowly sliding in and out of her stretched asshole that made my jaw drop. I couldn’t believe my eyes. My innocent little Jenna, the girl I’d been dating for two years, was letting some random dude fist her right in our apartment!
I stood frozen, unable to process what I was seeing. Jenna was panting, her eyes rolled back in ecstasy as the muscular guy plowed his thick fist deeper into her fucked-out hole with every pumps. Her lips were wrapped around a thick, cream-colored dildo being shoved in and out of her mouth by another guy. The sight was incredibly depraved and wrong, yet I felt my cock throb in my pants.
“Wh-what the fuck is going on here?” I stammered, finally finding my voice.
Jenna’s eyes widened and she pulled off the dildo with a wet pop, whirling around to face me. To my shock, her expression wasn’t one of surprise or shame – she actually looked annoyed that I caught her.
“Oh, you’re back early,” she said, blowing a bubble with the gum in her mouth. “You’re interrupting my filming, Chad. Can’t you see I’m busy getting fisted on camera for the greater good?”
“Getting fisted?! You’re letting some random dude shove his WHOLE FIST up your ass, Jenna! On video! What the hell?!” I exclaimed, my voice pitching up.
She sighed in exasperation. “Chad, honey, this is my new job. I’m filming extreme POV ass fisting videos for my new OnlyFans. Over 200 guys have paid $10 a month to see me do this shit. Aren’t you proud of what a slut I am?”
I couldn’t believe my ears. My liberal arts major, pro-feminist, “I love women” girlfriend was prostituting herself on the internet!
“How could you do something like this, Jenna? You used to love me!” I said, my voice breaking.
She laughed, the sound cruel. “used to” love you? Oh wow. I tolerate you. You’re my safety blanket – a nerd with a stable job and shitty cock. But in every other way, you’re useless to me. Do you really think we were going to get married? I’m too much woman for you.”
The guys filmed every mortifying second of my humiliation, from the cartoonish slack-jawed look of shock on my stupidly handsome face to the huge painful erection tenting my khakis. Tears stung my eyes.
“But, but what about the videos we make, the deepthroat ones of you riding my fat cock? The one of you saying you love me?” I asked in a small, pathetic voice.
Jenna scoffed. “Haha, you dumb fuck. I don’t know who splice videos better, but this chick is good. I never use the same hole twice without lube, and when I suck dick…well, you’ll see.”
My heart felt like it was being squeezed in a vice. All our memories and moments together flashed through my head like a selections highlight reel, each one twisting the knife deeper. I wanted to puke. My legs shook and my vision swam.
The truth sank in – all my love and devotion had been icepick drilled out of this girl’s head, replaced by a block of stone. Jenna was just using me, and apparently, using me hard. She was never mine – her journals, the cute notes I’d found, none of it was real. She was just another basic bitch, but instead of GTL she did Fuck-Lube-Glut.
I stumbled back, socking the wall. The full force of what was happening crashed over me like a tsunami. Jenna really did not love me. She tolerated me. Was I going to let her ruin my love life, my future, just because she fucked like a greedy ox with a lucrative livestream?
No. As much as it hurt, as pathetic as I felt, I had to man up and end things. I forced my wobbling legs to carry me forward, never taking my eyes off Jenna’s cruel, mocking face. The two studly fisting guys flanking her smirked at me, knowing they had her ass on lock and I was just a nobody. Jenna opened her mouth to sneer at me again, but I cut her off.
“You’re right, Jenna. You are too much woman, and I’m not man enough to keep you.” I heard the guys scoff at my wimpy delivery but I continued, determined to end this on my terms. “I have the power to end this, to tell you I’m done. You may have a nice body, but I have a nice brain. I’ve always let you boss me around, lower my standards, but why should I?”
I paused, reveling in Jenna’s stunned, speechless expression. She had already ruined our relationship, but I was going to ruin her assholish behavior. A mean part of me wanted really wanted to fuck her right now, right in front of the camera team – shove my hard cock into her gaping, juicy asshole and paint her slutty throat with my hot cum. Mark her as my bitch again. Reduce her to a mindless, cock drunk cocksleeve.
But no. I was a better man than that. I would conducting myself with class and dignity, even if Jenna was playing the ultimate count of who could be the most disrespectful. I continued with my thundering voice.
“I…I don’t crave drama and a piece of my ass with every meal. I want peace in my life, not a living, breathing dick addict. I’m done letting you run me over and break me whenever you feel like it! I’m uncuffing myself from your egotistical sneak attack, and I’m moving on!”
With that, I grabbed my coat and stormed out, slamming the door behind me. The sound of Jenna cursing and throwing shit echoed in the hallway before the door finally clicking shut.
Man, that felt good. I could finally see our relationship for what it was – a toxic stew of codependency, insecurity, and Jenna’s shameless slut-fishing. No woman deserves the space in my heart when they put more value into her hole than my feelings.
I didn’t check this Instagram video, nor her OnlyFans page. Our history was history for me now. I hope Jenna chokes on the dick of her biggest fan, because I’M DONE Basketball!
