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(Her Secret Fantasy, continued by Anon...)
Rachel’s giggle is too much for you to take. You drag yourself up of the floor, march over to your girlfriend and snatch the phone from her hands. She looks at you in shock, and you notice your cum is still dribbling down her cheeks and dripping onto her dress.
You grab a dishcloth and throw it at her, snarling, “Go clean yourself up woman!”
Rachel catches the cloth, turns and scurries out of the room. Watching her and lifting the phone to your ear all you can hear is silence. You take a breath.
“John! Are you still there, you bastard?”
The phone goes dead. You walk over to a chair and sit down. How the hell did this happen, you wonder. Rachel has never been like this before, she’s usually very shy. But then you think about John. You’ve never trusted him. He’s always been a little too familiar with your girlfriend at work functions, touching her too much and quick with subtle innuendos. Nothing overt, but enough to have your spider-sense tingle. Then there is his handshake. Too firm, like he’s trying to show you who the man is. And now he has your girlfriend on a silver platter. Proving his point by making her measure his dick with a ruler, for God’s sake. Now she knows he’s the bigger man, and said so herself. She even let him take pictures of her sucking him off at work. To add insult to injury, he gave her orders not to let your dick inside her, like he owns her or something. What a prick! Trouble is, she followed those orders to the letter, then called him so he knew she obeyed him. Shaking your head you mumble to yourself, “And I came on her face ”
Rachel’s phone rings, jolting you out of your sickening reverie. It’s John. Your anger rises again and you tap “Answer.”
“You total bastard! Who the hell do you think you are, you fucker?” you yell, not waiting for him to speak. “I’m going to beat the crap outta you, you shit!” Then you wait for his reply, counting the seconds.
“Are you done now?” says John calmly, chuckling softly. You don’t know what to say. He can’t be serious. What’s he up to?
“What the hell do you mean?” the anger slowly subsiding.
“You know, got it out of your system. I understand that you’re upset, it’s cool. I mean, knowing your girlfriend was happily sucking my schlong a few hours ago must be a shock.”
“Fuck off John!”
“Okay, okay. But just so you know, I really, really enjoyed it. She’s very good at it. I think talented is the word!”
“Shut up! Why did you do that? You asshole!”
“Hey! Calm down Ross! I didn’t force her to do anything. I just told her to measure me after she got the dick shot of you. Fair is fair. Once she saw how much bigger I am — well, let’s just say she realized who her boss is-”
“I’m warning you John! Leave Rachel alone. She’s my girlfriend dammit!”
“Okay. Let’s all get together and sort this out. Why don’t you both meet me in my office tomorrow morning. Say 8am? You and I will both tell Rachel what we want, and see who she obeys? That should sort things out.”
You start to respond to his proposal. “Glad to, you prick. I’m- ” but he cuts you off.
“Ross, put your girlfriend on the phone will you?”
“What? You think I’m going to let you speak to Rachel now?”
You look at the phone, gobsmacked. The arrogance of the man! You hear a noise behind you and turning, you see Rachel standing in the doorway, holding out her hand for the phone. Jesus Christ, she’s been there for how long? Sighing, you hand her the phone. She takes it and wanders out of the room. You sit back in a chair trying to figure out what to do next.
A few minutes later, Rachel walks back into the kitchen, and sits down to the now-cold dinner you prepared, without saying a word. You sit down as well and push your food about the plate for a while.
“Rachel, what did he say to you?”
“Ross, honey, let’s not talk about it now. We’ll sort it all out tomorrow. I need to think. So do you.” With that she gets up and walks off to the bedroom. When you eventually get up, you find her sound asleep.