The Legend of Biggy Creek [CUCK4K]

She’s got me tied up in the woods, literally and figuratively. The rough bark of the tree digs into my back, but the real discomfort is the sight of my girlfriend straddling another man. He’s got a thick cock, veins pulsating, and she’s licking her lips like she’s about to devour a fucking steak. “You like that, don’t you, cuck?” she taunts, her voice dripping with malice. I can’t move, can’t escape the sight of her grinding on him, her wet pussy lips spreading wide to take his massive girth. He grabs her hips, slamming her down harder, making her scream with pleasure. Her tits bounce wildly, nipples hard as diamonds. She leans back, arching her spine, and he takes the opportunity to suck on those hard nipples, his mouth working them like a fucking vacuum. She moans, a sound that cuts through me like a knife. His hands roam her body, squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples, while she rides him like a fucking cowgirl. The wet sounds of their fucking fill the air, mixed with her dirty talk and his grunts of pleasure. I can feel my own cock hardening, traitor that it is, as I watch her get pounded into oblivion. Her face is flushed, eyes wild, and she’s screaming his name, begging for more. He obliges, flipping her over and taking her from behind, his hips slapping against her ass. She’s a mess of sweat and dirt, her hair sticking to her face, but she’s never looked more beautiful. Or more fucking cruel.

She turns to me, a wicked smile on her face. “You want to join us, cuck?” she asks, knowing full well I can’t. I’m tied up, both literally and metaphorically, a prisoner to her whims. He laughs, a deep, throaty sound, as he continues to fuck her. “Maybe next time, baby,” he says, his voice mocking. She moans, her body convulsing as she comes, her juices coating his cock. He follows soon after, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm. She collapses onto the ground, her body spent, but her eyes are still fiery. She crawls over to me, her body glistening with sweat and sex. “Good boy,” she coos, running a hand through my hair. “You did so well.” I can feel the humiliation burning in my chest, but there’s a strange satisfaction in it too. I’m her cuck, her plaything, and I’d do it all over again for another taste of this sick, twisted game.