------TESSA------

This fucking card game was boring as shit.

I didn't come over here to win poker hands, I came here to get my pussy destroyed. Based on the way Justin was looking at me, he was thinking the same thing. He spoke with a level of tact that betrayed the furious hunger in his eyes. I knew that look. I had craved that look. I was going to break this man, I wanted him to unleash on me.

Laura, on the other hand, seemed to be completely checked out. She looked like she had seen a ghost from the moment she laid eyes on me. Maybe I went a littttllleeeee too hard on my appearance. But she hadn't put the brakes on things yet. I imagined it would be a delicate balance between keeping everyone comfortable, and acting out the slutty desires in my heart. I only hoped I didn't lean so hard on the slutty side that I ruined it for everyone.

Regardless. Justin seemed pretty engaged with me. He was laughing, allowing me to touch him on the leg, and I noticed him staring at my chest when I would lean over towards him. Laura wasn't giving me much to work with, so I focused on Justin, and I think he was just as worked up as I was.

Justin and I were laughing after a hand finished when suddenly Laura stood and mumbled something before beginning to walk away from the table. Fuck. Did we lose her? I was deeply hopeful that she was one of these "cuckqueans" I had found out about through my "research" the other day, but if this WAS supposed to be a more mechanical satisfaction of physical needs then I was really fucking this up by being so flirty.

"Are you okay?" Justin and I asked, almost in unison, as we watched her begin to walk away.

"Yeah! Of course! I just have to pee." She smiled, seeming mostly genuine, but it was hard not to notice just how flustered she seemed. She disappeared around the corner and I turned to Justin.

"I didn't fuck this up by being so slutty did I? Is she... okay with all this?" I asked, suddenly feeling more like the friend I was supposed to be than the set of holes I wanted to be.

Justin just nervously chuckled before continuing, "Yeah, more than just okay with it. This was her idea as far as I'm aware. I think she's just nervous about getting started."

He looked me up and down with those deliciously hungry eyes he'd been ogling me with the whole time.

"Not that I'm complaining, I quite like how slutty you've been" He said, a confident and knowing smile on his lips.

All morning there was a building lust within me. A mind scrambling madness flushing every nerve of my body. With those words from Justin, this growing lust pushed passed it's tipping point. I couldn't fucking contain myself anymore. I needed his hands on me.

"I can be sluttier for you, sir." I said, looping one of my fingers underneath the fabric of my top between my cleavage and pulling down ever so slightly, "Can I show you?"

Justin took a sharp breath and sat up in his chair, visibly tensing, before replying, "Yes. Please."

I pulled my top down, almost enough for Justin to see a nipple, then removed my hand letting the fabric snap back to my skin.

"Actually." I smiled deviously, standing up and walking over to him, "Why don't you show me how much you want to see."

I swung one leg around him, straddling him in the kitchen chair. I didn't know if it could support our weight, and I didn't care. I needed to break this barrier, cut this sexual tension, I needed him to touch me. His eyes went wide as I lowered my ass onto his lap and thrust my tits in his face. Touch me! Touch me! TOUCH ME! I ran both of my hands around the back of his head and through his hair as I smiled down at his dumbstruck expression. Our faces just inches from each other.

"We can't kiss." He muttered through shuddering breaths, holding my eyes with a look that screamed, 'I want to kiss you'.

"That's not my rule. You can do whatever the fuck you want to me." I moaned, rocking my hips against the steely bulge I felt beneath me, "Now touch my fucking tits, Justin."

His hands tore up my body with the rough kind of fury I was craving. In a flash he was gripping each of my breasts in each of his large hands over the thin bit of fabric between us. Yes, yes, YES! He deftly located each of my nipples and pinched them between his fingers as he squeezed my breasts together. Yesssssss, those are your tits today Justin. Your nipples, your body to use.

"Fuccccckkkkkkkk yessssss" I moaned in ecstasy as he twiddled my nipples. I pushed my ass down hard, desperate to feel his cock press against me. Suddenly, without warning, he released my breasts.

"Fuck. Tess. Shouldn't we wait for Laura?" Justin groaned, somehow the only man with a conscience on the goddamn planet. No. No no no no NO! I can't fucking lose him, we were in it already, I had him in my hand and I was in his. Fuck this.

I wiggled my ass against his cock and yanked my top down. When I say his jaw DROPPED. My tits came spilling out into full view and I cupped each of them, rubbing my nipples with my thumbs.

I bit my lip as I looked down at him, hoping this level of desperation would be effective, "Do you want to wait?"

"fuck" He breathed heavily before providing his answer with actions instead of words.

Justin's hands ran back to my tits, replacing my own with his large and aggressive grip. He pulled my body towards him by my breasts, and I braced against his shoulders to support myself. Fuck YES, CONTROL my body SIR.

I felt the wet warmth of his mouth come in contact with the center of my chest between my breasts. He breathed deeply, taking in the scent of my skin and letting his tongue trail upwards in the valley between my tits. Yes, thank you, taste me sir, I'll taste you soon.

He continued groping my breasts, pressing them against the side of his face as he made out with my chest. I desperately wanted that mouth on mine. Or on the searing heat between my legs. Or on the nipples on either side of his head.

As if reading my mind he pushed me backwards slightly and surveyed the sight before him. Like a lion assessing which piece of meat to consume first.

"I love that look, Sir. When was the last time you saw some this big?" I laughed, purposefully highlighting Laura's obvious physical detriment. I knew Laura said "no pet names" but I don't think I could hold myself back from saying sir. As a good Southern woman and a long-time student of cock, calling my superiors 'Sir' was about as ingrained in me as my love of sucking dick or mac'n'cheese. While his hands were on me, or cock was in me, he would be 'Sir'. And Laura would be free to speak up.

Justin just shook his head in hungry disbelief, "It's been forever."

He sunk his face back between my breasts, kissing each of them before taking a nipple, finally, into his mouth.

I'm lucky to have huge tits. Both because men like them, and because I LOVE breast play. Kiss them, suck them, slap them, fuck them! My nipples were deliciously sensitive and they adored both pleasure and pain. The feeling of his hot breath on my breasts, and his tongue flicking over my nipple as he suckled my breast almost sent me into an orgasm on top of him.

I squealed in delight as his teeth briefly made gentle contact with my nipple, holding it in place as his tongue danced on it's tip.

"Oh my godddddd, fuck Justin, you can be rougher if you want.", I suggested gently despite my body BEGGING for him to be more aggressive with me.

Unfortunately, he didn't bite my nipple or slap my tits like I was hoping. Instead opting to let his hands fall from my breasts and flip my skirt up like the good little slut that I was. He gripped my ass like he was trying to palm the worlds largest basketball. As I felt his fingertips dig into me, I began more aggressively grinding against him, allowing his own arm movements to guide my pace through his grip on my ass.

I looked down at him and smiled, savoring the view. Given just a few moments alone, Justin and I had transitioned from pretending to enjoy playing cards, to me grinding on his cock while he sucked my nipple. Jesus, Laura, you were really holding us back from THIS? How could you! Do you even care about your boyfriend's pleasure? Wait. How long had we been doing this? Where WAS Laura?

As Justin continued to guide my hips rocking against his cock, I turned my head to look down the hallway where Laura had disappeared, and to my shock, there she was. Standing at the edge of the hallway.

Not just STANDING there, mind you, but furiously rubbing herself over her shorts as she gazed upon us in a trance. Holy shit. This was turning her on. A LOT, by the way she was looking at us. Could she be...?

I lowered my head to Justin's ear, barely protruding from the thickness of my breast against his cheek, and whispered.

"Don't look now. But Laura's watching. Does she think it's hot, how much you want to fuck me?"

He pulled his head from my nipple with a POP, before replying in a deep voice that left me SOAKED.

"Yes, She does."

YES. GOD THANK YOU. She was a cuckquean! Whether she fucking knew it or not. This was basically all those pornos I watched. The sad, loser, flat-chested girlfriend rubbing herself in the corner while her sexy boyfriend fucked a better woman. I loved Laura, I did, she's been my best friend for literal fucking YEARS. Might as well be a good friend, and help her realize her sexual awakening right? I was just being a good friend.

I pushed against his shoulders and saw the anger and disappointment flood his face as I took his new favorite toys away. Good, I smiled, hold on to that frustration so you can take it out on me.

I rubbed my breasts, now wet with Justin's saliva, as I looked back towards poor Laura lost in her trance

"Then let's give her a show"

------JUSTIN------

I would have died with my thoughts about Tessa buried deeply in my heart.

I loved Laura. She may not be the sexiest woman alive, but I loved her brain, her kindness, her humor. She understood and accepted me like no woman ever had. She had my heart and my mind, and I was happy to be with her and only her forever. I would have locked my lust for her best friend deep in my heart for the rest of my life.

I knew from the first time I met Tessa, she would be a problem. Completely different from Laura physically in every way. I dreaded the idea of Laura asking me if I found her attractive. The "Big tiddy goth GF" archetype is popular for a reason, and Tessa was that reason. The gorgeous, busty, pale sexpot that would forever get me all worked up only to take that pent up sexual desire out on Laura.

But, like I said, Laura understood me. She gave me the thing I've always secretly desired. All week, all day, I had been trying to downplay my excitement. The unbridled NEED in my heart to fuck the goddamn brains out of Tessa.

As I sat there, in our kitchen, Tessa smiling and playing with her tits as she looked towards Laura, I couldn't even hear what she said. My vision went red with the haze of lust. I had been a good boy for long enough. Something broke inside me.

I thrust my hand forward, slamming my palm into her upper chest and causing her tits to bounce as she looked back towards me in shock. I had been good, I had been kind, I had withheld my desire. My sudden, aggressive, turn must have been a surprise, and I cherished the flash of fear I saw in her eyes.

I'm dominant in bed. Or at least, I find it natural to be. I'm a pretty easy-going person in life, happy to go with the flow and enjoy the present moment. But there's something that happens inside of me when I get turned on. I want to control, dominate, abuse. I want to force you into position and take what is rightfully mine. I want to slap the words out of your stupid mouth and replace them with my cock.

Laura has never been about this. She prefers very vanilla, basic, sex. Every now and then I could get her worked up enough to get a little wild and accept some hair pulling. But she didn't like to be slapped, choked, commanded. Maybe she would have, but she never let me try.

I took these many years of sexual restraints Laura had imposed upon me out on the woman in front of me. This might be my only chance.

I sunk my fingers around Tessa's throat as I stared into her shocked, and fear stricken eyes. I took as much pleasure in her look of shock as I did in what came next. As I applied pressure to her throat, the fear turned into a glassy lustful gaze and she pushed her ass against my cock - hard. Good girl. Whoops, can't say that. Wouldn't want to break a rule.

Still gripping her neck, I pulled her face towards mine, and growled.

"I want your throat."

Tessa almost seemed to collapse in my lap, before nodding and biting her lip. Perfect. Not only could she follow orders, she reveled in it.

I pushed her backwards and she stumbled off of me and fell to her knees on the hard tile near our kitchen. So ready to serve. But I wanted her somewhere more comfortable.

I stood up and leaned forward to bundle her hair up in my hand.

"Follow", I commanded as I began dragging her by her hair over to the couch. She scrambled behind me on her hands and knees like a good girl. Shit, don't say that. This was going to be hard.

As I approached the couch, I began undoing my pants with my free hand and let them drop to the floor behind me. My cock was straining heavily against my boxers. Fighting to get free. I released her hair and dropped onto the couch.

Tessa scrambled between my legs, looking as excited as I felt. Her hands immediately ran to my waistband and pulled them down letting my cock spring free between us. Her jaw dropped and her eyes went wide. I knew I wasn't MASSIVE by any means, though I've never had any complaints. Still, I appreciated her effort to stroke my ego.

As I stared at her over my cock between us. I finally noticed Laura in the corner, aggressively rubbing herself over her clothes as she watched on. I didn't think I could get any more turned on by the situation. But seeing Laura please herself in a complete hypnotic daze was incredible. I had been trying to find ways to get Laura turned on for years. Had I known turning her best-friend into my submissive slut was the key, I would have been honest with her about my desires years ago.

"Sit down baby." I ordered, and it seemed like there was a lag before she registered what I said. Tess looked back at her, as she gripped the base of my cock.

"Get a better view, Lor" Tessa taunted, turning back towards me and bouncing the head of my cock against her cheek, "See what you've been missing."

------LAURA------

What have I done.

Tessa let spit drool from her mouth and onto Justin's cock, as I worked my shorts off.

She stroked her saliva into every inch of my boyfriends dick, as I stumbled like a zombie to the loveseat next to the couch.

She looked into the love of my life's eyes as she lowered her head onto him. I slipped a hand under my shirt, and my useless bra, to flick my nipple.

In one smooth motion she made my future-husbands cock disappear in her throat and he threw his head back groaning in obvious pleasure. I rubbed my lonely pussy while I watched them become one.

What kind of girlfriend was I? What kind of woman? As I watched Tessa throw her head up and down, taking his entire length with every bob and bounce, her heavy tits pooling on my boyfriends legs as he moaned in agonized delight, I didn't feel like a woman at all.

Her curves, her submission, the absolute unhinged pleasure she took in being Justin's plaything. I had never let him fuck my face like this. She was doing it on her own, aggressively throwing her head up and down to rhythmic, wet, GLUK, GLUK, GLUKs. The way he dragged her around by her hair, something I would have found disrespectful, she smiled with a giddy reverence at his power.

They were more sexually compatible. It was clear. Justin has always had a pent-up aggression and need to dominate in bed that I had stifled. He never complained, but I knew he was struggling. He deserved to be happy. He deserved to fuck a better woman.

My heart broke as my orgasm swelled within me. The soaked heat of my pussy was throbbing through my body, each wave growing in strength as I watched Tessa please my man in ways that I was incapable or unwilling. She buried his cock in her throat, and as she reached his base, her tongue stretched out of her mouth and flicked over his balls, before popping off of him. Spit trailed from her tongue and landed on her breasts in large globs. She rubbed the spit into her tits with a giggling glee, as she cupped each of her breasts and placed them on either side of his cock.

Oh my god. I had thought about this, but seeing it was something else entirely, watching her spit on his cock as it rested between her breasts and begin bouncing them up and down finally clicked in place the feelings that had been growing me.

Not only was she giving him things I wouldn't, she was doing things I COULDN'T. Not only did I feel like a lesser woman, I WAS one. There's a reason Justin was moaning as she fucked him with her tits, and I was sitting feet away groping at my flat chest and grinding against my hand. I couldn't take it any more, the clear difference between us was too vast, his pleasure was so deep. My body began to shake.

"fuck fuck fuck oh my goddddddddddddddd" I moaned in shuddering bursts as my orgasm rocked through my body. I kicked my legs wildly, and my body jumped in uncontrollable jerks.

A blackness flooded my vision, like my brain was shutting down to protect itself from the immeasurable physical pleasure and emotional pain that was rushing through it. It felt like my world shrunk down to a single point, where pleasure WAS pain and pain WAS pleasure. Jealousy, angst, arousal, were pulsing waves of light exploding inside of me. Radiating from the dense core of this dark star, formed by contradictory inputs. This was who I was. Simple and refined.

When my sight finally returned to me, and the overwhelming waves of pleasure subsided, I noticed that I was now the one being watched.

"Holy shit, Lor." Tessa said in disbelief, still bouncing her tits on Justin.

"I thought I'd be the first to cum" Justin laughed, looking back to his dick nestled in it's new home.

"Let me help you, Sir." Tessa leaned forward and gave his tip one last suck before standing up and lifting a leg as if to straddle him.

"Bend her over" I mumbled under my breath, the words escaping me unbidden.

Justin tore his eyes from Tessa's perfect form, to look at me. I felt so small before him. How kind was my King to grace me with his gaze? His wide-eyed surprise at me speaking up transformed into something more primal. He seized Tessa in a flash. He gripped her, hard, and threw her face down on the couch.

"Oh fuckkkk" Tessa groaned as she raised her head to look behind her, but she never got the chance. Justin snatched a handful of her hair and pulled her up onto her hands and knees as he lined up behind her. For a brief moment I considered the fact that we had never bought condoms. Never made it a rule. We should have, but now? I couldn't care less.

"Fuck her, Daddy" I let the words escape from my lips the moment they arose in my heart, "HARD".

Justin had always wanted me to call him Daddy. It always felt weird to me, but my feelings suddenly didn't matter. Only Daddy matters. A sick smile grew on Justins face as he gripped her hair tighter and pulled her head up and back before he thrust inside of her. Tessa's expression contorted into a pained grimace.

"Oh my fucking GODDDDD YESSSSSS" She SCREAMED. I'm sure our neighbors could hear. I hoped they did.

"Holy shit Daddy, bury your fucking cock in my best friend. Make her big fucking tits swing I want to hear her scream Daddy please!" I blurted out in one stream of conscious perverted request.

They were together now. Fused in sexual bliss. We were all the way in. This is my new reality. I was the pathetic loser bitch and my man was my King. He deserved all the beautiful sluts in the world. All the superior Queens.

She was everything I could never be. The effortlessly submissive, high libido, beautiful slut that Justin deserved. I fucking hated her in this moment. How easy this was for her. Just show up and make my man cheat on me. I knew she loved it, but I wanted to see him abuse her. Take out all his anger, frustration, and repressed sexual aggression on the whore in front of him. This is what you both want, right? Then prove it. Show me how a real woman fucks, and how a real man treats her.

Justin understood what I wanted. What I needed. He knew what I was, and how incredible she was. Do it, Justin. Fuck her up.

CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP

The sounds of her ass slamming down on Justin's pelvis as he pounded her from behind echoed in my home. Off the walls of the house that witnessed every inch of our love. Replaced by my King's conquest.

"Spank her baby, HARD" I demanded, and Justin raised his hand to follow my request.

"OH MY GOD SHUT THE FUCK UP" Tessa screamed through her mindless moans, "Just rub your pussy - mmmmmm FUCK YES - and let us do the fucking okay?"

Holy shit Tess. Yes. Put me in my fucking place. How dare I demand anything of either of you? Who the fuck did I think I was?

"ohmygoodddd" I squirmed at her words, desperate for more, she must have noticed.

"There you go, Lor. Rub that clit while I fuck your man. He feels so FUCKING GOOD, I'mgonnafuckingcum. Oh my fucking godddddd I'm gonna fucking CUMMMMM" Tessa's face scrunched up and her hips began to jidder as Justin continued to slam into her over and over and over.

It was like witnessing a religious ceremony. A woman revived from the dead. Her body shook and she began speaking in tongues as Justin fucked the soul out of her body. Her arms gave out first. Her body fell face-down against the sofa. Her mind gave out next, her muffled incomprehensible screams bellowing into the couch.

"I'm gonna fucking cum. Holy shit Tess I need to cum." Justin mumbled through shakey breaths, continuing to thrust at the exact same brutal rythm.

"INSIDE" She screamed, finding enough strength to lift her head out of the cushion, "cum inside of me please fill me up sir please I want it inside of me please..."

Over and over she repeated the same request, desperately. I understood, I loved it inside. I felt so connected to Justin when he filled me up. I felt so owned, so loved. Did I really want her to have that?

What did it matter. It wasn't up to me.

"Oh fuck." Justin moaned as he collapsed on top of her, letting his full weight lay against her back as he rocked his hips inside of her. She pushed her ass backwards to meet his thrusts. Justin looped one arm around her neck, putting her in a headlock from behind as his other arm snaked beneath her to grope one of her perfect breasts.

"Fuck baby, goddamn you feel so fucking good, tell me whose pussy this is, who owns you?" He groaned, gruffly, into her ear as he thrust inside of her body locked in place.

"You, Sir! I'm yours! Fill your bitch up, oh my godddddd please cum inside-"

Justin groaned loudly as his body tensed up and Tessa squealed in glee as he unloaded inside of her. For a moment, while Justin was lost in his orgasm, Tess and I were alone. She bit her lip and locked eyes with me. Communicating an unspoken understanding between us. Your boyfriend is cumming inside of me right now, and you're sitting there like a loser bitch while he does it. You did this Laura. You made this real. I'm your man's slut now, just as worthy of his cum as you are - if not more so.

Justin breathed heavily into her neck, kissing her on the cheek, neck, and back as he caught his breath. Tessa smiled and giggled in my face as he gingerly admired her body.

We would eventually worry about him cumming inside of her. Luckily, she's on birth control. But it would be hours before we seriously considered it. Hours, and multiple loads later.

I had started today thinking maybe they would fuck once, and she would leave, and we would reassess from there. Instead, Tessa stayed with us all day. Fucking my boyfriend in different positions, different rooms, taking his cum in and on her. Eventually, I was worn out. Emotionally exhausted. And I retired to our bedroom. Listening to the rhythmic sounds of flesh on flesh and Tessa's wild moans to lull me to sleep.