You're Not Boyfriend Material...But You Can Be a Cuck

For months you’ve been thinking about asking the girl that lives a few doors down on a date. You’ve finally found the courage. You’re going to ask her out. You’re going to take the risk and see if she’d be willing to go on a date with you.

You knock on her door. She opens it up and flashes a sweet smile as you stare at the way her wavy hair brushes against the smooth, exposed skin of her chest in that simple but sexy tank top she’s wearing.

“Um, hi,” you say. “I live just a few doors down and I was wondering if you’d be interested, maybe, in going on a date with me sometime.”

You can’t quite keep eye contact throughout your proposal, but it feels like a weight has been lifted by the time you get the words out.

“You’re adorable,” she says. “You’re practically shaking you’re so nervous. That’s really, really cute. Unfortunately, I have a boyfriend.”

“Oh,” you say.

“Though I feel like I should be clear, just to make sure you don’t come back six months from now to try again. You’re not the kind of guy I would ever date. It was a little bit delusional to think you had a chance with me, to be honest, but that’s okay.”

Now it seems like she’s being purposefully hurtful.

“In fact, why don’t you tell me why you thought you had a chance with me,” she continues. “Tell me why you thought that you were the kind of guy I’d date.”

You’re not a fool. You know she’s far better looking than you. You know you’re not in great shape. You know you’re not the most successful guy. You know that if you were judging by numbers she’d be close to a 10 and you’d be somewhere around a 6. None of that stops you from wanting her, though.

“I…I don’t know, to be honest,” you say.

“Really? You don’t know? Then why did you ask me out? Have you been fantasizing about me?” she asks.

She hit the nail on the head with that question. You’ve definitely been fantasizing about her. You’ve been fantasizing every night. You’ve been thinking about your beautiful neighbor spending the night in your bed. You’ve been thinking about doing whatever you want with her beautiful body. You’ve been thinking about making her cum. You’ve been thinking about being the source of her pleasure.

“You have, haven’t you?” she asks.

You turn to walk away. She’s right, but you can’t answer that question. You can’t openly admit to masturbating to fantasies of your neighbor. Not after you’ve been rejected.

“Wait,” she says.

You look back and see your beautiful neighbor step aside.

“Come in.”

You’ve already been rejected. You know she’s not going to change her mind. You know she probably doesn’t feel bad about what she said. You’re not entirely sure what she has planned, but you can’t resist.

“As I said, I have a boyfriend,” she says as you step into her apartment. “And I wouldn’t date someone like you even if I didn’t. That doesn’t mean you can’t be a part of my life, though.”

“What do you mean?” you ask.

She sits on her couch and invites you to sit next to her. You take your place and catch a whiff of the most wondrous perfume you’ve ever smelled. Of course she wears lovely perfume.

“I could use someone to help out,” she says.

“Help out?” you ask.

She reaches out and touches your leg. Her fingers move just a few inches towards your crotch and your cock comes to life almost immediately.

“Yes,” she says in a low, seductive voice. “Sometimes it’s nice to have a helpful man around that can do the things I don’t really want to do.”

You look down at her hand, which has moved a little closer to your crotch. Is she going to touch your cock?

“Like…like what?” you ask.

“Well, I hate cleaning my apartment and I absolutely hate doing my laundry. You could do those things for me,” she says.

Her fingers move a little closer to your crotch and your dick reaches a fully erect state. You can see the bulge and you know she can see it too.

“There would be rewards for doing those things for me,” she said.

You look into her beautiful eyes and ask, “Rewards?”

“Of course. I might let you watch me try on lingerie, for instance. If you’re very good I might even let you masturbate as you watch me try on lingerie. If you’re very, very good I might let you watch me have fun with a real man,” she says.

“A real man?” you ask.

She leans closer and for a moment you’re convinced she’s going to kiss you. She doesn’t, though. “I think we both know you’re more of a beta male, don’t we? You’re not the kind of man that people look up to. You’re not the kind of man that women want. You’re the kind of man a woman settles for when she can’t do any better.”

Her fingers inch closer to your cock and it throbs painfully at the very idea that this exquisitely beautiful woman might actually touch your genitals.

“I think we both know that I can do better than you. I can find an alpha male to fuck me. I can find a real man to satisfy me. You’re not that kind of man, which is why I won’t be going on a date with you. I will let you serve me, though,” she says.

Her lips are inches from yours. She’s rubbing her fingers over your thighs in gentle circles. She’s teasing you in the most erotic way possible and you feel as though you’d do anything for her.

“I want that,” you say. “I want to serve you.”

She leans back with a smile on her face. “Good. I’d like you to start with the dishes in the kitchen sink. After that you can clean my bathroom. If you do a good job I’ll let you have a look at me in the lingerie I’m going to wear for my boyfriend tonight. If you’re very good I might let you listen to us fucking.”

“Thank you,” you say.

She dismisses you with a wave of her hand and you head towards the kitchen. Your dick is still hard and your body is humming with desire. You know you’ve just made a genuinely humiliating agreement, and yet you can’t contain your excitement.

The idea of seeing your neighbor in her underwear is thrilling. Even the idea of listening to her have sex is thrilling, especially if you’ll be permitted to masturbate as you do. It’s close to the fantasies you’ve had. Someone else will be fucking her, but it’s not a bad consolation prize.

Plus, you never know what the future might hold. Perhaps your neighbor will see fit to reward you with something even better than the chance to listen in the future.