Clark watched as Sandy was getting ready to go out with her girlfriends. She was gorgeous in a tight red dress, red pumps, with perfect make up and hair. His stomach was sick knowing she was intent on finding a well-hung stud to bring home and fuck.
Two days had passed since Sandy had told him exactly how it was going to be. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned… what about a woman sexually frustrated? Obviously, he thought, he was getting what he deserved and he should be grateful that Sandy was still his girlfriend. A man as pathetic as him could only be so lucky to snag and keep a wonderful woman like Sandy.
“I’ll be home whenever,” Sandy told him, “I need some money for the night.”
Clark obeyed and opened up his wallet and gave her two hundred dollars.
“Thank you,” Sandy said, giving him a small peck on the cheek, “you stay here and wait.”
Clark did as he was told, and sat on the couch and turned on the television. He was dealing with a plethora of crazy emotions. He felt insanely jealous with a burning rage inside of him. How could she do this? She was being so heartless, so demanding, so…. hot.
So hot? Really? Clark felt his small cock begin to perk up in his pants. Sandy was being such a bitch, using him for his money, going out looking for a cock to fuck, and somehow he found it incredibly erotic in a very twisted way.
Ignoring the confusion brewing in his mind, Clark opened up his pants and took out his tiny prick and began to yank at it up and down. He thought about Sandy being so assertive making her demands which caused him to quickly finish, squirting a small pool of cum in his hand.
Clark wiped up his hands with a tissue and settled back into the couch. He was not sure what was happening to him – he had no control of his cock, and he had no control of his woman. Could he keep this up for the sake of love? Not knowing, feeling numb, Clark zoned out watching television and soon found himself dozing off.
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