Chest heaving, I began pushing back at Derek. “Come on, fuck me! Harder!” I urged him on forcefully and a few people raised their eyebrows. Before I was trying to be obedient and taking it. Now I wanted it. I yelled at Derek, “Get that pussy! Don’t stop!” I nearly lost control and would have cum, if not for Sharon. She reminded Derek, who stopped long enough to deny me. Then he resumed for his own pleasure, cumming in my mouth a short time later. Michael and the redhead were now making out passionately as I swallowed yet another mouthful.
There was one more guy for me to service, Jack. He had chosen to go last so he could finish in my pussy. Sharon told everyone to get their cameras ready for the finale, because I was going to do my new party trick again: I would scoop the cum from my pussy and taste it. That announcement caused guys to cheer and girls to huff in disbelief and call me names. But that was all secondary to me because my focus was on Michael.
How dare he? Now? Here? And with a girl he KNEW would be threatening to me, slender with glorious red hair. How could he?!
Oh, right. Sigh. I asked for it.
It was there on my list, plain as (dark) day. “Make me jealous”, I had written. That was a little cryptic in itself, but we had discussed it enough that Michael knew what it meant. I thought maybe he’d put his arm around another girl. A little cuddle on the couch, perhaps. But no, he knew just how to slip in the blade.
Now he was sliding his hand under her shirt. I wanted to fly at them, seize her by that fiery hair and pummel her! Then I’d jump up and down on her! And then… and then… then I’d kind of like to watch them make out some more.
So help me, I’d like to see Michael enjoy her, and I’d like him to know that it would tear me apart. I’d be supportive, I’d help if he wanted or be quiet and not interrupt. I’d even wait in the next room and prepare a snack for them, every groan and thump of the bed a stake through my heart.
Michael and the Supreme Omnipotent Bitch of All Space & Time were now walking hand in hand to the bedroom. To our bedroom. He smiled at me over his shoulder and called out, “Be good for Jack.”
“Yes, sir,” I replied, tearfully. I watched as Michael led the girl away and caught his eye again just as Jack was settling between my open legs. “I love you, Michael!” There were snickers from onlookers as he and the redhead smiled knowingly. But Michael knew just what to do. He looked at me approvingly and said, “Good Girl”.