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It was a confusing, yet interesting weekend. Ramona was getting pounded by Ken after humiliating me and calling me a “spineless little bitch”, and here I was sad, jealous, lonely and stuck with a boner. I couldn’t help myself but take care of my multiple boners, and cry afterwards, the whole weekend.

It was Monday morning 4 AM, and I heard my phone ping. It was a message from Ramona.

“I’m back. Thanks for not disturbing us. It was the best weekend ever. I can’t even walk straight. He fucked the life out of me. Anyway, I’m all yours, for now. Call me when you see this. I’m bored.”

My cock rose up again, with that message. I called Ramona as soon as I read the message.

"Damn, that was fast. Isn’t it early for you?” she asked, her voice sharp.

"I was waiting to hear from you all weekend," I replied, trying to keep the disappointment out of my voice.

"Aw, such a good boy," she mocked. "You did good. I'm proud of you. Anyway, what were you up to this weekend? You must've missed me," she said with a soft laugh

"I missed you like crazy," I said softly, trying to hide the hurt and shame in my voice. "I mostly stayed in, thinking about you and Ken."

Ramona chuckled lightly, her tone teasing yet distant. "I bet you did. You're such a sweetheart, Nikki. So, what did you do while I was away, stay in a masturbate as usual?"

I hesitated, unsure how much to reveal. "Um, yeah, pretty much, really. Just relaxed at home and gave my right hand a good workout."

"I knew you’d be thinking about us.” she remarked casually. "I told you not to disturb us this weekend."

"Yes, I did as you asked. Of course I thought about you and Ken. How could I not, after you humiliated me like that," I mumbled, feeling small.

"Well, good boy for listening. Do not be needy Nikki again," Ramona said with a hint of condescension.

Ramona sighed.

Her words stung, reminding me of her dissatisfaction with my clinginess.

I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what I knew might come next. "Actually, Ramona, can we talk about something?"

"Sure, what is it?" she replied, sounding slightly impatient.

"It's just... I've been thinking about what you said about Ken," I started tentatively.

Ramona's tone shifted, suddenly intrigued. "Ken? What about him?"

"Well, you mentioned how wild and crazy things were between you two," I said, trying not to let the jealousy creep into my voice.

Ramona chuckled knowingly. "Oh, baby. Ken was something else. We had some unforgettable times together."

I swallowed hard, "Yeah... I guess he must've been."

"We did things you couldn't even imagine," Ramona continued, her voice taking on a sensual edge. "He knew exactly how to please me."

I felt a knot tighten in my stomach, but I pressed on. "I just... I want to make you happy too, Ramona. I want to be everything you need."

Ramona's laughter was light, almost dismissive. "Oh, Nikki. You're sweet. But Ken... he was on another level. I highly doubt if you’d ever come close, but maybe one day you'll surprise me, with your shrimp dick."

Her words cut deep, leaving me feeling inadequate and unsure of where I stood with her. "Yeah... maybe," I murmured, unable to muster much else.

"Sure," I replied weakly, the weight of her comparison to Ken lingering heavily on my mind.

I took a deep breath, trying to gather my thoughts as Ramona's words echoed in my mind. Despite the hurt, a part of me couldn't help but want to understand more, to bridge the gap she seemed to perceive between Ken and me.

Ramona sensed my unease, her tone softening a fraction. "Hey, Nikki, don't take it so hard. Ken was... well, Ken. It doesn't mean you're not special in your own way."

I appreciated her attempt to reassure me, though it felt like a small bandage on a deeper wound. "I know," I replied quietly. "It's just... I want to be enough for you."

There was a brief pause on the line before Ramona spoke again, her voice gentle. "Nikki, you are good enough. You're caring and thoughtful in a way Ken never was. It's just different."

Her words offered some comfort, yet the comparison still gnawed at me. "I guess I just worry sometimes," I admitted reluctantly.

"It's okay to worry," Ramona replied softly. "But trust me, there's something special about you that non of the men I’ve been with ever had. I wouldn't be talking to you if there wasn't."

I felt a warmth spread through me at her words, a flicker of hope amidst the doubts. "Thanks, Ramona," I said sincerely. "I needed to hear that."

"We'll find our own way, Nikki," Ramona assured me. "Just give it time."

Her reassurance gave me a newfound resolve. "Yeah," I agreed, feeling a weight lift off my shoulders.

Ramona chuckled light and asked, "So, you were pining for me all weekend?"

"Yeah," I confessed, feeling a bit bashful. "I couldn't help it but cum for you and Ken."

Ramona laughed out loud. "OMG you did what?

“I came for the thought of you getting fucked by Ken,” I replied.

“You got turned on for the thought of me getting fucked by another man who openly humiliated you?” She asked me once again, in detail.

“Yes, I did. All I could think of was you riding his big brown cock all over his place, Ken giving it to you good in all the positions you love, you sucking his veiny cock and swallowing all his cum….”

Ramona burst out laughing uncontrollably, and said, “You little pervert! You sound like my gay best friend, you know that?"

The comparison caught me off guard, but I tried to take it in stride. "I guess I can see that," I replied, a small smile tugging at my lips. "I just couldn’t help myself, I’m so sorry."

"Awww, don’t be sorry, Nikki boo, you’ve been like a girl friend to me in the past 6 months, and I appreciate that, Nikki, I’m just glad you enjoyed yourself,” Ramona said sincerely.

I felt a sense of reassurance hearing her words. "Thanks, Ramona. I'm glad to be there for you."

“You're always there for me, I love that about you, and now my sluttiness turns you on. I’m leaning towards saying yes to you but I really need to see how far it could go before you break.” Ramona said with a sly laughter.

“You have no idea how happy that makes me, Ramona. I’ll do anything for you. Of course, you can take your time.” I replied gleefully

"We make a good team, don't we?" Ramona remarked, the affection clear in her voice.

"Yeah," I agreed wholeheartedly. "I'm here whenever you need me."

"Good to know," Ramona replied warmly. "I’m so sleepy. I haven’t slept the whole weekend. My pussy is swollen, my ass cheeks are covered with his hand prints, my asshole is sore from all that anal, and my jaw hurts from sucking his big juicy cock. Since, you get off on Ken fucking me, I’ll send you something. Make sure to get off on that until I text you back. Understood?”

“Yes! Of course! I’ll do as you ask, Ramona.” I replied happily.

“Good boy! Talk later, Nikki. You’re my Sissy boy. Mwah”.

She hung up the phone with a renewed sense of optimism. Maybe Ken had his wild moments with Ramona, but perhaps there was something deeper she saw in me. Only time would tell.

Ramona sent me a picture of Ken’s big-brown-thick-veiny cock, on Ramona’s beautiful face. She looked slutty and gorgeous in that.

She sent it with the message that said, “I’m so in love with this cock, Nikki! I can’t get enough of it!”

I felt ashamed, and I used to wonder how I’m gonna compete with that. I couldn’t feel less smaller. That’s all that I jerked off for in the next 10 hours. My little cock was sore and blistered.

Ramona knew very well that I was in love with her, however keeping me on a leash like her puppy, while getting pounded by a real man is what she preferred. I thought I should just let them fuck it out until she is ready for me, but that’s not what exactly happened.

To be continued…..