When you and your gorgeous new girlfriend invite me for a dinner, I feel happy. I want to prove myself to you and to her. I choose a beautiful dress that fits my curves perfectly. It hugs my waist, shows off my cleavage, and flares out at the bottom. My make-up is soft and natural.

When I arrive to your apartment, you greet me with a smile.

- The lamb has arrived, - you announce loudly.

Then I see you gorgeous girlfriend. She is tall and slim, with long dark hair that falls over her shoulders in silky waves. She is wearing a tight black dress that highlights every curve of her body. Her lips are painted red and her eyes are outlined with a smoky eye shadow.

She tells me that I look "cute" and "adorable" and she loves how I try so hard.

As we sit down to eat, your girlfriend makes fun of me for eating too much. She tells me I should watch my figure and that I could be prettier if I just took care of myself. She says that she can't believe a girl like me would ever land a guy like you.

I can feel my cheeks turning red. I want to stand up for myself, but the words don't come out. You laugh at her jokes and I feel embarassed.

The humiliation doesn't stop there. Your girlfriend tells me that while she was admiring my dress earlier, she couldn't help but notice that it looked a little tight around my hips and thighs. She suggests that I should wear something more comfortable next time.

I try to ignore her comments and focus on the food in front of me. But your girlfriend won't let up. She tells me that since I've gained a little weight, I might as well show it off. She tells me to get up and take my dress off right then and there. You agree with her and you both look at me waiting for me to undress.

I want to ignore this whole situation but the words of you girlfriend are so unfair! I want to show her how wrong she is. I'm not fat!

I stand up and slowly pull the zipper of my dress down. As I step out of the dress, I'm wearing a matching black bra and panties. I can feel your eyes roaming over my body.

Your girlfriend looks unimpressed. She tells me that I need to work on my figure if I want to keep up with her. She suggests that I go on a diet and try to tone up.

But you are trying to defend me.

- What are you talking about? - you say, - She's not fat at all.

I feel grateful to you.

As you defend me, your hands start to caress my body. Your fingers run over my hips and up to my waist. Your thumb traces the curve of my breasts. As you touch me, you quickly remove my bra. I try to cover my chest with my arms, but you move them away.

- Haha, if you insist let's explore her body, - your girlfriend says. She leans in close to me.

- Take them off, - she says, pointing to my panties.

I hesitate. But then she kneels down in front of me and quckly peels my panties down my legs.

My cheeks are flushed and my heart is racing. I feel vulnerable, exposed, and humiliated. I want to hide.

- Don't be shy, - your girlfriend says, - We want to see you.

As your girlfriend stands up, she pulls down her dress and exposes her breasts. They are large and full, with dark pink nipples that are already erect. She leans forward and puts her hands on my hips.

- I bet your pussy is wet, - she says, - Let's check.

She pulls my legs apart and examines my pussy. She runs her fingers over my folds, then slips one inside me.

- You are wet, - she says, laughing.

Her fingers are inside me, exploring my body. She rubs my clit and teases my entrance. She laughs and says that she can't believe what a dirty slut I am.

- Let's have a bit of fun with this little cow, shall we? - she says. Suddenly, she slaps my face.

- Oh, did you like that? - she asks, - You dirty little whore.

Her words sting. She smacks my face again.

As your girlfriend continues to slap my face and call me names, you are sitting back and enjoying the show. You remove your pants and I see your erect cock.

You love seeing her treat me like this. You tell her to continue.

I can feel my eyes burning. Tears start to run down my cheeks. I'm humiliated. I want to run away and hide.

But your girlfriend won't let me. She pushes me onto my knees and forces my mouth around your cock. I can taste your precum on my tongue and feel the weight of your shaft in my mouth.

Your girlfriend holds me down by the back of my neck. She tells me to take you deeper, to gag on your cock. You moan and run your fingers through my hair.

- That's right, - she says, - Make him cum.

- The bitch is not trying hard enough, - you say coldly, - Help her, sweetie.

She laughs upon hearing this, grabs my hair and forces my head forward. I feel your cock slide down my throat and my nose presses against your pelvis. I gag and drool all over your lap.

- Take him deep, - she says, - Let him feel your throat.

I gag and choke on your cock. You groan in pleasure. Your girlfriend holds my head in place, forcing me to deepthroat you. I feel your cock pulsing inside my mouth. I taste your precum on my tongue, thick and salty.

- Fuck, I'm gonna cum, - you groan.

I feel your cock twitch and you grab my head. Your hips thrust forward and you push your cock deep into my mouth. I gag and choke, but I can feel your cum filling my mouth.

It's warm and thick, and it coats my tongue and the back of my throat.

I swallow every drop.

- You really did a number on her, - she says to you

You look down at me and smile..

Your girlfriend lets me go and I fall to the floor. I can taste the saltiness of your cum on my lips. Your girlfriend looks down at me with disdain. She says that I'm pathetic and that no one will ever love me.

With a sudden burst of laughter she kicks me in the ribs. I feel the pain radiating through my body.

She slaps me and tells me that I'm worthless. She says that I'll never be pretty, that I'll never have a man like you. She drags me by my hair and throws me into the bathroom floor.

She pulls down her panties and squats over me. She pees on my face, my chest, and my hair. As her pee washes over my face, I can taste the saltiness and feel the warmth. My hair is drenched, and I feel like a puddle on the floor.

Your girlfriend looks down at me with disgust. She calls me a stupid whore and a disgusting slut.

I can feel the tears rolling down my cheeks.

After your girlfriend is finished, she looks down at me with satisfaction.

- You're going to clean the bathroom floor with your dress, - you tell me and hand me my beautiful dress.

With the dress you handed me, I start to clean the floor. As I scrub the tiles, I can feel the saltiness of her urine on my hands. It's warm and sticky, and it smells like sour apple. I try not to gag as I wash her pee off the floor. It feels like it's all over my body, seeping into my skin and hair.

When I'm finished you hand me my panties and bra and tell me leave. I have no choice but to put on the urine-soaked dress. It sticks to my skin. The fabric is warm and damp, and the smell of urine fills my nose. It makes me feel dirty and used.

As I leave your apartment, I can hear both of you laughing.

Then I arrive home, I strip off the dress and throw it in the trash.

I run a hot shower and climb inside.

I scrub my body until my skin is red and raw. But no matter how hard I scrub, I can still smell her urine on me. I sob and scream and curse the both of you.

But I still love you.