“I remember when we used to just do cuck phone sex, Victor, but watching you tremble in that velvet chair is so much more satisfying than a voice on a line,” I whispered, leaning close to his ear.
“Please, Samarra, just let me see everything. I can’t stop shaking,” he whimpered.
“Oh, you’ll see. Look at her. Look at the way she looks at me, like I’m a meal she’s been craving for years. This is what a real woman feels like, not that clumsy, rushed effort you put in every time you try to please me. You always fumble, always miss the mark.”
“I’m sorry, I just want to make you happy,” he sobbed.
“Shut up, cuck. Your only job is to sit there, stay silent, and watch the masterclass in pleasure while you realize how little you actually matter.”
“Is he always this pathetic, Samarra, or is he putting on a special show for us today?” Elena asked, her voice a low, dangerous purr.
“Always. He’s a natural cuckold, obsessed with his own inadequacy and the thrill of being completely replaced by someone superior. Tell him, Elena. Tell him how much better this is than his pathetic, shaking attempts.”
“It’s a tragedy, really. He has a cock, but he doesn’t have the slightest clue how to use it to make a woman scream. I can feel how desperate he is just by the way he’s breathing—shallow, needy, and utterly broken.”
“He loves the shame. Don’t you, Victor? You love knowing that cuck phone sex was just the appetizer for this gorgeous lesbian feast, and you’re nothing but the waiter.”
“God, Samarra, you’re practically overflowing. I’m going to eat every drop of you right in front of his eyes until you’re shaking as hard as he is,” Elena groaned, diving between my legs.
“Do it. Harder. Let him hear every wet squelch, every sloppy sound of your tongue sliding deep inside me. Look at us, Victor! See how she knows exactly where to press? You could never find the spot, could you? Listen to that as she works her fingers into me, pushing past the lips. I’m dripping for her, and all you get is the view from your little chair. I can feel your eyes on my clit while she sucks it into her mouth, pulling and swirling until I’m arching my back and screaming. It’s a symphony of everything you can’t provide, a wet, messy reality that makes your existence irrelevant.”
“I think he’s about to leak through his pants. Look at him twitch. Should we let him touch himself, or keep him suffering in that chair?” Elena asked, glancing back at him.
“Let him suffer. He doesn’t deserve the release of an orgasm. You should learn how to actually fuck from her, Victor, if you ever want to be more than a piece of furniture in this bedroom.”
“I’ll do anything, please, just let me touch—”
“Silence. We aren’t finished. This isn’t just cuck phone sex anymore; this is your new reality, your new religion. Elena, push your thumb against my clit, grind it in, and tell him exactly how it feels to own my body while he watches his cock waste away in total insignificance.”
I do so love a good bout of lesbian sex! ~ Samarra