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This story contains cuckolding, M/M, M/F, humiliation and of course a large penis. All characters are over 21.
I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Here I was standing in the living room of an ultra-luxurious penthouse apartment watching Emily, my girlfriend of one year, sit closely on the couch next to a man she had just met an hour before. The man who owned the expensive apartment. I watched her sit closely to the handsome man giggling like a horny teenager while this man fondled her ample breasts and spoke to her luridly of his sexual prowess. Prowess bestowed upon him for being the owner of a huge cock. As he dazzled Em with the details of the superior nature of a big dick, I expected her to react and chastise him for such a foul mouth. I waited and watched the cheek facing her for redness from slaps that never came. All she did was giggle and cross and uncross her skirt covered legs. What was she waiting for? He was so vulgar. What was I waiting for? I found myself frozen unable to move while I watched this guy molest my girl. Unfortunately, she seemed to be enjoying it. Of course what could I do. He was a very big guy who could probably break me in half. But I had to do something.My thoughts and gaze returned to his crotch as they had many times since I met him. It bulged out prodigiously, barely restraining the source of his power. It was clear he was well-endowed, my pants never bulged so. But I felt a pit form in my stomach as I glimpsed a faint shadow falling away from the bulge; a tubular shape trailing down his right thigh. Nah! It can't be what I think it is. It must be an optical illusion, a trick of fabric and weak lighting. He can't be that big. I shook myself out of my daydream. I had to do something. I had to stop him. I couldn't let him fuck my girl. How did I get myself into this mess?
I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Here I was standing in the living room of an ultra-luxurious penthouse apartment watching Emily, my girlfriend of one year, sit closely on the couch next to a man she had just met an hour before. The man who owned the expensive apartment. I watched her sit closely to the handsome man giggling like a horny teenager while this man fondled her ample breasts and spoke to her luridly of his sexual prowess. Prowess bestowed upon him for being the owner of a huge cock. As he dazzled Em with the details of the superior nature of a big dick, I expected her to react and chastise him for such a foul mouth. I waited and watched the cheek facing her for redness from slaps that never came. All she did was giggle and cross and uncross her skirt covered legs. What was she waiting for? He was so vulgar. What was I waiting for? I found myself frozen unable to move while I watched this guy molest my girl. Unfortunately, she seemed to be enjoying it. Of course what could I do. He was a very big guy who could probably break me in half. But I had to do something.My thoughts and gaze returned to his crotch as they had many times since I met him. It bulged out prodigiously, barely restraining the source of his power. It was clear he was well-endowed, my pants never bulged so. But I felt a pit form in my stomach as I glimpsed a faint shadow falling away from the bulge; a tubular shape trailing down his right thigh. Nah! It can't be what I think it is. It must be an optical illusion, a trick of fabric and weak lighting. He can't be that big. I shook myself out of my daydream. I had to do something. I had to stop him. I couldn't let him fuck my girl. How did I get myself into this mess?