1. 09. Amber, and Betraying Pearl


    Date: 7/9/2016, Categories: Cuckold, Author: GoBigCatGo, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    I was sleeping on the floor at Pearl’s place because we had donated her bedroom to her sister, Amber. This wasn’t the uber-cool house she lived in with her parents, but the crappy little digs they paid the rent for so she could feel independent. We never stayed here, and again Amber was the reason we were roughing it, Pearl was showing off how grown-up she was. Pearl idolised her sister, older by two years but, as a result of having left home dramatically at fifteen, a much older personality by all accounts. Pearl referred to Amber as a “ real punk” which always – just as a concept – made me smile. Amber, of course, was not allowed anywhere near her family home any more after having dumped her expensive education and gone feral so – much to Pearl’s excitement – wanted to stay at hers when she visited out of the blue. We scrubbed, cleaned, and made the room look presentable, before Pearl artfully disarranged it again. We argued all the way through it. As far as I was concerned this visit was a pain in the arse, and I couldn’t see why Amber couldn’t sleep on the floor like we were going to have to. Pearl sighed. “If your sister had spent time on the streets, would you make her sleep on the floor?” That argument pissed me off too. “I suppose my sister would be used to it,” I said. This did not go down well. In fact, neither did Pearl after that comment, and I was on a promise that night. ‘Going down’ was a big deal for Pearl. As far as she was concerned, I was the mythical ...
    ‘Fluffer’. The Boy Who Did You Like A Girl. Without a care for his own needs, ever ready to provide a warm mouth and hard limbs to get you off. This was fun for me, for a few weeks, especially as it turned Pearl on so much. I played my role everywhere, I licked and fucked her anywhere she wanted and as much as she wanted. But she loved it best when I didn’t cum, keeping me on the boil, ready for the next time. I can defer gratification up to a point but the longer I went without attention, the stormier I got. And when my turn ‘came’ it was matter-of-fact and slightly at-a-distance, Pearl simply didn’t like it. Unless I erupted inside her during a fuck, she would curl her lip or screw her eyes shut when the time came to… man up. Recently, she’d even taken to jerking me from behind…straight into the toilet. A real turn off. We never repeated the wild anal play of the pool on our first time, and in fact, neither of us ever talked about it. I guess my guilt was to blame for that, but she never mentioned it, and you would, wouldn’t you. If you liked it. I felt cheated; this was not what I imagined a relationship with my “stalker” to be! So the morning I awoke on the living room floor in Pearl’s flat – to find her up and gone already – I was crazy with backed-up lust. Amber hadn’t turned up the night before and we had eventually gone to bed, leaving a key for her under the doormat. Pearl was grumpy with me and disappointed with her sister and ignored my feeble (and transparent) attempts ...
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