The Loaner Girlfriend

Sorry for the delay... between life and some weird technical issues with Patreon I've been out of pocket. I'm posting this now and I owe one of the patreons an update to his story so I'm gonna hammer that out quickly too. Really trying hard to get back in the flow of things. I love and appreciate the patience from everyone.

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“Well… It’s over,” he said as he slumped into our couch. Tommy’s body language spoke volumes.

“What happened?” I asked.

Angie, my girlfriend, walked in with a drink in each hand and handed a hot cup of coffee to our mutual friend. Tommy looked at it, silence filling the room as he tried to gather his thoughts.

"She tore my heart out and spit on it!" he said with more rancor than I'd ever seen from him.

"Was there someone else?" Angie asked, glancing over at me in concern. I simply shrugged as I'd not heard any rumors.

"Some asshat frat boy," he said before taking a sip of his coffee, "He treats her like shit, too."

"How do you know?" I asked in confusion.

"I saw them at a party. She said she was studying. I went to an after party and saw them making out. He kept pushing her away and telling everyone what a 'slut' she was. That just made her throw herself at him even more."

"Shit. I'm sorry, man. Can we do something?"

He just slumped his shoulders in defeat. I got up and gestured to Angie to follow me. "He's in a bad place," I whispered and she nodded. "What can we do?"

"He needs closure with her, babe. He hasn't got any way to get his frustration out."

"Yeah. Not everyone has the greatest stress relieving girlfriend on the planet," I said with a smirk.

She lightly punched my shoulder, "Well my big strong hunk of Scott keeps me all to himself so how could they."

"Maybe I shouldn't," I said, the thoughts surprising me as much as the words.

"What?"

"Maybe I shouldn't keep you to myself. You could help him with some stress."

She bit her lip. My girlfriend had a pretty wild freshman year but had settled down with me the last two and been completely monogamous. Nevertheless, she knew how much her stories turned me on. "I don't know, baby…"

"Look at him. He's dying. Let me talk to him and you go put something sexy on, okay."

She looked nervously back and forth, without moving.

I smiled and leaned into her then whispered, "This is what I want. So consider that an order."

She swallowed and nodded before whispering back, "Yes, sir," in a tone that betrayed her arousal. Angie and I played a lot of bedroom games but the one she loved the most was when I became dominant and demanding. She'd never denied me anything when I adopted that tone. Tonight wasn't going to be the first time if I had any control at all.

I had to adjust a raging hard on but eventually was able to walk out and sit down. "You need some closure, buddy."

He nodded and sniffed, "I'd love to have gotten that one last hate fuck, you know?"

I laughed, "Yeah. I get it."

"Naw man… like the last two girls… at least with them we had that one last fuck," he said emphasizing the word. "No more making love bullshit. Just pure fucking. What a release."

The image of him doing that to my Angie ran through my mind. My cock responded predictably. "Maybe you could have that?"

"Naw, man. I said one word to her and she just took off. Said her new boyfriend knew how to lick pussy. Told me I was all cock and no brains."

"Doesn't matter how big the cock is, Tommy. You gotta get her off too," came my girlfriend's voice. She was standing there with her light brown hair in a ponytail and a thin white tank top that was partially see through. All she had on besides that was a pair of lacy black panties and her cute little glasses. She looked like a girl next door but I knew she wasn't.

"Uhhh… Angie?"

She walked up to him and straddled his lap seductively. He looked over her shoulder at me and I just nodded and gave him a thumbs up.

"Tell you what, Tommy. If you let me teach you how to go down on a girl, I'll let you fuck me like you wished you'd gotten a chance to with her… okay?”

Tommy swallowed hard and nodded without making another sound. Angie walked up to him, her eyes locked on mine as she straddled my friend as he sat astride him in the chair. I watched as her panty clad pussy sank down onto the bulge in his shorts and she giggled, “Tommy… is that because of me?”

“Uhhh… yeah…,” he said.

“It’s fucking huge,” she said over his shoulder. The words sounded like they were to Tommy but the look of unabashed lust on her face and the intense eye contact with me told me differently. I nodded slightly and smiled, affirming to her this is what I wanted. The giant grin across her face conveyed everything I needed to know about her desire and intent. She leaned back and kissed Tommy before saying, “I can’t wait to have that in me… but first, you’ve got a little lesson to learn, right?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said. His sudden docility amused Angie who giggled again. She flung herself away from him and hopped onto my bed before spreading her legs. The come hither look she gave him was hot enough to boil water in an ice storm and he walked over to her in a near haze of lust. His trembling hands reached to her underwear and she lifted her hips as he slowly pulled down her panties. As her smooth, moist pussy came into view he let out an involuntary gasp.

“You like that, stud?”

“It’s beautiful,” he said, still in his lustful haze.

“It’s wet because of you,” she said.

“It’s wet because you like being a cheating slut,” I thought to myself but couldn’t find the words. My dry mouth and stiff cock were the only sensations I was even aware of.

Tommy knelt down and started lapping at her cunt. He looked like a dog licking a water bowl and both Angie and I laughed, “Shit… not wonder she complained, stud. What are you doing?”

“Licking your pussy?” he said in confusion.

“Let me teach you. You have to start out slow. Tease me. I’m super turned on and you still need to start out slowly, okay?”

He nodded and dove back in eagerly. “And you’re not fucking me with your tongue… you can do that a little… but you want to focus on the outside… around the clit… oh… yeah… that’s better. You can make your tongue pointy and gently tease around it too… yeah… like that.”

She spent the next ten minutes coaching him. Teaching him to tease her. To listen to her body. To please her in exactly the way she wanted to be pleased. “Fuck me, baby… he’s getting good.”

I smiled, my raging cock clearly approving of my girlfriend’s whorish behavior. Any reservations I might have had about this had completely melted away.

“Okay stud… if you get me off… you can give me that hate fuck you wanted.”

Tommy eagerly started lapping at her, adding his fingers to the action and causing her to squeal with excitement, “Shit, Scott… I think he really wants to fuck me. He really wants to pound the shit out of your girlfriend,” she said, staring at me with glassy eyes. “Is that what you want?”

“Yes,” I managed, rubbing my cock in my pants. “Let Tommy fucking wreck you baby.”

She threw her head back as the combination of my words, the situation and Tommy’s improved technique sent her over the edge. “Fuck… fuckfuckfuck… FUCK!!!” she yelled loud enough that anyone walking in the hallway could have easily heard.

Her whole body was shaking and convulsing as Tommy pulled away, his face slick with her juices. “Now I get what I want,” he said, filled with more confidence and surety than he’d had 15 minutes ago. He grabbed her leg with one hand and flipped her around while his other hand worked at his shorts. The cock he freed was indeed big. Bigger than mine by a good clip but not nearly as huge as the comically large dildo Angie enjoyed fucking herself with when she was super turned on.

Tommy glanced back at me and I grinned at him. That was all the reassurance he needed. He used his thumbs to spread Angie’s cunt lips and lined himself up, “I’m gonna fuck you like I should’ve fucked that bitch last night,” he said with a snarl and he rammed himself in.

Angie’s hands shot out and pressed against the wall as she braced herself and screamed. “Holy fucking shit that’s huge!”

“You like that, slut? Fucking trashy little tramp likes being a whore. Fuckind around behind your boyfriend’s back?”

“Yess…. Yess…!” she screamed.

“Cheating little cunt!” he said and he smacked her ass hard, instantly leaving a bright red hand print. She squealed out and slammed her hips back, meeting his thrusts as he rammed into her with brutal energy. “You’ll never find another cock like this you selfish bitch!” he yelled, clearly imagining his ex now and now Angie.

“I’m sorry,” she wailed, getting into the role, “I was so stupid… oh god… yes… baby… never stop fucking… oh fuck me… fuckfuckfuck… never stop with that God cock, baby.”

He smacked her ass again and quickened his pace. Angie’s tone went up an octave and 15 decibels and I knew everyone in the dorm could hear her. The thought made my cock surge in my pants as I smiled in pride at what a good slut I had.

“You don’t deserve this cock and my cum, bitch,” he said as he pulled out of her.

She wailed out, “Noooo!” and sounded almost like she was crying, “Please… no… I need it, baby.” It didn’t sound like an act.

“Dumb cunt,” he said and stroked his cock, shooting all over her ass and back. Angie started rubbing her clit as the cum hit her and she almost instantly started cumming again, collapsing on the bed with sobs and laughter accompanying her out of control trembling.

“Thanks man,” Tommy said to me.

“No problem, bro,” I said and high fived him, not really sure of the proper etiquette.

“And thanks Ang… you’re a way better lay than that bitch ever was.”

Angie couldn’t talk, all she could manage was little gasps and a thumbs up that made both Tommy and I laugh. I practically shoved Tommy out the door and locked it before turning back to my still panting girlfriend. “Did you like that?”

She nodded her head, not looking at me. I pulled my pants down and crawled onto the bed behind her.

“You sounded sad to lose his cock at the end,” I said as I rubbed my cock head along her pussy. She said nothing. “I think you wanted him to nut in you,” I said. More silence. “Did you?” I asked. Still getting no reply, I smacked her ass exactly where he had.

She screamed and her hips shot back at me taking my first couple inches into her. “Yess… yesss… I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” I said sweetly as my fingers traced the welts in her skin causing her whole body to tremble. “I wished he’d filled you with his cum so I could be getting sloppy seconds right now,” I said and slammed my cock home.

“Oh fuck… yes… baby… God… Fuck… Your cock is so perfect,” she said with a happy whisper.

“Not his giant cock?” I said, honestly unsure what answer I expected.

“Your cock… fuck… Your cock I can still think… and talk… I like to talk,” she said.

“You can’t think or talk with his cock?” I said.

“No, baby… I don’t even know what I said,” she whispered.

“That’s kind of hot,” I said as I gave her long steady strokes.

“Yeah?”

“Oh yeah,” I said.

“I’m glad you liked it, baby,” she said.

“I did.”

And then I reclaimed my officially slutty girlfriend.

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Angie and I talked about that night many times after that. She confessed that the thrill of “cheating” on me without the guilt of actually cheating was a real turn on for her. Even more so because of how aggressively I took her when Tommy left. But there was more to it than that. She really got off on the idea of helping out a friend. As crazy as that sounded to me at the time, in the cold light of day I understood. She loved the idea that she was able to give a friend something that his bitch ex-girlfriend couldn’t. It made her feel powerful and desirable. It was a giant ego stroke for her. And Tommy’s eagerness and gratefulness to fuck my girlfriend was a giant ego stroke for me. Which is why it probably wasn’t the last time…