Forced Bisexual, My Way

Hey baby… it’s your favorite kinky girlfriend. You said you weren’t into guys. That’s cute. I don’t care. Tonight you’re going to get on your knees for another man because I told you to. That’s forced bisexual, and I’m going to enjoy every second of it.

I had him waiting when you walked in. Hard. Ready. Bigger than you. I smiled when your eyes went wide. “Don’t look at me like that. You’re going to suck his cock. Then you’re going to take it. And you’re going to thank me after.” You started to argue. I just pointed at the floor. You dropped.

I Made You Take It

He stepped forward. I held your hair and guided you onto him. You hesitated. I didn’t. I pushed you down until your lips stretched around the head and you gagged. “Good boy. Deeper.” You took more. Spit ran down your chin. I watched your throat work and felt myself get wet. This is the fun part of forced bisexual. You fight it for about thirty seconds. Then your body stops lying.

I told him to fuck your mouth. He did. Slow at first, then harder. Your eyes watered. You moaned around him anyway. I crouched next to you and whispered, “Look at you. Cock in your mouth and you’re hard. That’s what I wanted.” I reached down and stroked you while he used your throat. You twitched. You leaked. You didn’t pull away.

When I decided you’d had enough of his cock in your mouth, I told you to turn around. Hands and knees. I spread you myself. He lined up. You started to say something. I covered your mouth. “Take it. You’re not straight anymore. You’re whatever I say you are.”

You Came While He Fucked You

He pushed in. You groaned. I kept my hand on your cock and stroked in time with his thrusts. You were tight. Shaking. Trying to pretend you hated it while your dick pulsed in my hand. I laughed. “You’re dripping. You like being used. Admit it.” You didn’t say the words. You didn’t have to. You came all over my fingers while he was still buried in you.

He kept going until he finished inside you. I made you stay there. Ass full. Face down. Then I pulled you up and kissed you so you could taste both of us. “That’s my good bisexual boy. Next time I won’t have to force you. You’ll ask.”

You were quiet after. Flushed. Spent. Looking at me like you didn’t know what just happened and also like you wanted it again. Perfect.

If you want a girl who will smile, put you on your knees, and make you take cock until you stop pretending, I’m right here. You can find more of my filthy confessions and book time with me here: Rhea’s Profile.

On your knees. Mouth open. 🖤

You said you weren’t into it.
Then you came while he was inside you.