She's Using You...and You Love It (Patreon)

You paid for that beautiful dress. You paid for those beautiful shoes. You paid for the expansive, insanely expensive hotel room you’re sharing for the night. You paid for all of it because she’s the most exquisitely beautiful woman you’ve ever seen and you know you’re not quite good enough for her.

Still, she’s been dating you for a month. She’s been going out to dinner with you. She’s been kissing you. She even let you play with her breasts a few times. It was over the sweater action, but even that proved to be thrilling.

This is the first time she’s indicated any intention she’s going to spend the night with you. She agreed to let you rent the hotel room. She’s there with you. She looks beautiful in the dress and shoes you bought for her. You know she’s wearing lingerie underneath it, too, because you bought that as well.

“This is all so wonderful,” she says. “Thank you so much.”

“It’s my pleasure,” you say. “You deserve it.”

She smiles, stands up, and pulls you close. You share a soft, tender kiss and your cock comes to life. She reaches down and gently caresses your erection.

“Do you like to watch?” she asks.

You nod, imagining she’s going to do a sexy striptease for you. You desperately want to see her strip out of that sexy little dress and do a dance for you in the elegant, expensive lingerie you bought.

“Good, because my boyfriend will be here soon and he’s going to love this little dress you bought me. He’s going to go crazy for the lingerie, too,” she says.

She steps back and takes your hand. She leads you to the couch and gently pushes on your shoulders until you sit.

“But…I thought…I thought we…” you say.

She looks down at you and smiles.

“I know you did,” she says. “But we both know that was a little bit delusional, don’t we? I mean, look at me and look at you. We both know that all the money in the world couldn’t make you attractive enough that I’d be willing to fuck you. I was willing to kiss you and I was even willing to let you touch me a little, but I was never willing to fuck you and I never will be. You don’t deserve a woman like me.”

You want to plead with her. You want to say that you deserve to fuck her. You want to deny everything she said, but you can’t. She’s right. She’s way out of your league. You were delusional to think that you’d actually get to sleep with her.

“I do want you to watch,” she says. “My boyfriend should be here in a few minutes and he and I are going to make great use of this beautiful hotel room you booked for the night. He’s going to fuck me all night and I think it would do you good to stay and watch. You might learn a thing or two about how to pleasure a woman, but at the very least you’ll understand why you’ll never be anything more than a cuckold piggy bank for me.”

This is your chance to leave. You can’t get your money back, but you can seize a little bit of your dignity. You decline the option.

“I’d like to watch,” you say.

She leans down, gives you a soft, quick kiss, and says, “That’s what I was hoping you’d say. Now be a good boy and open that bottle of champagne so my boyfriend and I can share a toast before we put on a naughty show for you.”

You do as you’re told and settle in for a long night of watching the girl you’ve fantasized about for a month fuck another man.