Sarah Is Humiliated By Megan
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I knew she was at Willis'. I knew she going to fuck him. I especially knew that I would never have sex with her myself. I wasn't deluding myself into thinking otherwise; and yet, that ache, that deep ache I had in my heart wishing that I could, was both bitter, as well as one of the sweetest I'd ever felt in my life; and so, as the hours past, I quietly sat in my bedroom watching interracial porn on my lap top, and stroking my cock as I did.
My five inch cock was no match for the sort of cocks that Megan preferred. Nor did I have a black cock, which was the other thing she preferred---but I didn't care. My heart was hers, even if my cock lived most of the time in my slacks (or, held in my hand late at night as I stroked it!
I liked Willis. I really didn't resent him fucking Megan. He treated her nicely, as she fully deserved. He lavished her with the sort of attention she craved, and which I could never really provide her with. That big black cock of his was able to go places inside of her sweet pussy that I knew mine never could. He was lucky to have her. But I was equally lucky, too, that she paid me any attention at all (since I was a lot older, white, and had a small cock); and yet she didn't mock me for these things. To her, I was a good friend. To me, she was so much more than just a good friend! It was perhaps crazy to say that I 'loved' her, but what other word so well described the feelings I have for her, than 'love?'
Of course, I was well aware that nothing would ever transpire between her and I, other than some of those long chats we engaged in now and then; which, for me, were like mana from Heaven! They sustained me. They brought a light into my otherwise dull life (being a certain age, you become invisible to most other people, and especially so to the young).
So, I accepted my largely voyeuristic relationship with Megan, and valued it very highly; because if that was all I could ever hope for, then that would be my hope! No complaints. Adapt. Adjust. That would have to be the mantra I'd have to live by. And I do!
It had been over an hour since Megan left to go see Willis. I sat facing my lap top watching an interracial cuckold video (the only variety I watch now days), stroking my cock, but refraining from ejaculating. That would come later. I wanted to prolong the strange, agonizing 'pleasure' of such moments. Doing so was my way of demonstrating the sincerity of my cuckold status to Megan; and though she could not witness it, nevertheless, for me, it was important; it was my reaffirmation of my pledge of total devotion to her. Each time I didn't come (though I wanted to), it was submitting my own personal pleasure in service to hers!
As I stroked my cock, teasing it, denying myself one orgasm after another, I was picturing in my minds eye Megan's pussy with Willis' cock buried deep inside; and thrusting in and out, in and out, with such intense passion and unfettered lust...and though I'd never experience that for myself, just knowing that Megan was enjoying Willis in that way, and vice versa, brought me such a deep feeling of exhilaration.
I 'loved' Megan. To love someone is to want the very best for them; and Willis, I knew without any doubt, was the best for Megan---and that, in and of itself, brought me to yet another tremendously powerful orgasm.
"Oh, god, Megan!" I suddenly said out loud. "This," meaning my orgasm, " is for you! Always. And...forever!"
Setting back in my chair in front of the lap top, I had an exhilarating ejaculation; spurt after spurt after spurt of my sperm shot upwards into the still and quiet air of my room; and the release brought with it a wave of satisfaction hard to explain, and the afterglow lingered for some time after words; leaving me feeling spent and tired, but deeply, deeply happy.
I sat there like that for several moments; relaxing after the crucial climax had come, and was now fading. I used my fingers to wipe up some of my sperm, and licked them carefully, making sure to get every last drop I could. My sperm would never be inside of Megan. I knew that. I didn't deceive myself about that for a moment. But, I had made my peace with that. I was just happy that she cared at all for me (as I believed she did).
"That was for you, Megan," I said. "I hope you and Willis are having a wonderful time together tonight." I meant that, too. I wanted her to enjoy herself in that way. Then I added: "Thank you for letting me be your one and only cuckold. I will always be that for you."
Then I got up and took a quick shower and went to bed. I'd hear from Megan later on the next day, or so I hoped.
The End
I knew she was at Willis'. I knew she going to fuck him. I especially knew that I would never have sex with her myself. I wasn't deluding myself into thinking otherwise; and yet, that ache, that deep ache I had in my heart wishing that I could, was both bitter, as well as one of the sweetest I'd ever felt in my life; and so, as the hours past, I quietly sat in my bedroom watching interracial porn on my lap top, and stroking my cock as I did.
My five inch cock was no match for the sort of cocks that Megan preferred. Nor did I have a black cock, which was the other thing she preferred---but I didn't care. My heart was hers, even if my cock lived most of the time in my slacks (or, held in my hand late at night as I stroked it!
I liked Willis. I really didn't resent him fucking Megan. He treated her nicely, as she fully deserved. He lavished her with the sort of attention she craved, and which I could never really provide her with. That big black cock of his was able to go places inside of her sweet pussy that I knew mine never could. He was lucky to have her. But I was equally lucky, too, that she paid me any attention at all (since I was a lot older, white, and had a small cock); and yet she didn't mock me for these things. To her, I was a good friend. To me, she was so much more than just a good friend! It was perhaps crazy to say that I 'loved' her, but what other word so well described the feelings I have for her, than 'love?'
Of course, I was well aware that nothing would ever transpire between her and I, other than some of those long chats we engaged in now and then; which, for me, were like mana from Heaven! They sustained me. They brought a light into my otherwise dull life (being a certain age, you become invisible to most other people, and especially so to the young).
So, I accepted my largely voyeuristic relationship with Megan, and valued it very highly; because if that was all I could ever hope for, then that would be my hope! No complaints. Adapt. Adjust. That would have to be the mantra I'd have to live by. And I do!
It had been over an hour since Megan left to go see Willis. I sat facing my lap top watching an interracial cuckold video (the only variety I watch now days), stroking my cock, but refraining from ejaculating. That would come later. I wanted to prolong the strange, agonizing 'pleasure' of such moments. Doing so was my way of demonstrating the sincerity of my cuckold status to Megan; and though she could not witness it, nevertheless, for me, it was important; it was my reaffirmation of my pledge of total devotion to her. Each time I didn't come (though I wanted to), it was submitting my own personal pleasure in service to hers!
As I stroked my cock, teasing it, denying myself one orgasm after another, I was picturing in my minds eye Megan's pussy with Willis' cock buried deep inside; and thrusting in and out, in and out, with such intense passion and unfettered lust...and though I'd never experience that for myself, just knowing that Megan was enjoying Willis in that way, and vice versa, brought me such a deep feeling of exhilaration.
I 'loved' Megan. To love someone is to want the very best for them; and Willis, I knew without any doubt, was the best for Megan---and that, in and of itself, brought me to yet another tremendously powerful orgasm.
"Oh, god, Megan!" I suddenly said out loud. "This," meaning my orgasm, " is for you! Always. And...forever!"
Setting back in my chair in front of the lap top, I had an exhilarating ejaculation; spurt after spurt after spurt of my sperm shot upwards into the still and quiet air of my room; and the release brought with it a wave of satisfaction hard to explain, and the afterglow lingered for some time after words; leaving me feeling spent and tired, but deeply, deeply happy.
I sat there like that for several moments; relaxing after the crucial climax had come, and was now fading. I used my fingers to wipe up some of my sperm, and licked them carefully, making sure to get every last drop I could. My sperm would never be inside of Megan. I knew that. I didn't deceive myself about that for a moment. But, I had made my peace with that. I was just happy that she cared at all for me (as I believed she did).
"That was for you, Megan," I said. "I hope you and Willis are having a wonderful time together tonight." I meant that, too. I wanted her to enjoy herself in that way. Then I added: "Thank you for letting me be your one and only cuckold. I will always be that for you."
Then I got up and took a quick shower and went to bed. I'd hear from Megan later on the next day, or so I hoped.
The End
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