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This is part 3 of a continuing story that should be read from the beginning for essential plot details.

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My half-naked girlfriend looked over at me and yelped. She crossed her arms over her chest, and raised her knees to cover her crotch. The old man didn’t flinch at all. For all I knew, he saw me the whole time. With Sarah’s body now shielded, he stopped touching himself, letting his hard cock stand proudly on its own.

Sarah plopped her face against the back of the couch. “I was just trying to be nice,” she cried into the cushion.

The old man chuckled, “That’s true. She’s been a real sweetheart to me. Best birthday I’ve had since I turned the big five-O. And I ended that night in jail. Indecent exposure is a victimless crime, I say.”

If I could pause time, I might have been able to pick up the pieces of my shattered ego and plan my next move. But my body at the moment was just an empty vessel being carried downstream in a river of grief and shame to do anything. I had caught my idling girlfriend debasing herself to a circus freak, a true elephant man, and he was gloating about it.

He gestured to me to bring over his new six pack. I mindlessly walked over to him, holding the cold cans of beer at my waist to hide my stiff dick from embarrassment.

I plucked one out and held it to him.

“Do you mind opening it for me? My hands are a little sweaty,” he said, flashing his sticky paws.

My hands trembling, I cracked open a fresh can.

Cowered in the corner of the couch, my girlfriend brushed her blonde hair to the side to catch a glimpse of me handing the beer to the ugly old man, with his raging cock and full ballsack mocking me.

He took a sip, and then rested the heavy can precariously on the armrest next to him.

“Have a seat. I want to tell you something about your girlfriend that I think you’ll appreciate.”

I slunk down on the computer chair.

“You got yourself an angel, kiddo,” he said, his eyes shifting toward her. “She’s got everything but the wings. Her daddy must have raised her right.” His mind seemed to trail off, as if in a daydream.

He broke out of it and said, “Sweetheart, tell your boyfriend what you said to me, after he left.”

Sarah raised her head from the cushion with her knees pressed close to her chin.

“I told him that…” Sarah paused and gulped. “His hard-on was a lot bigger than yours ever gets, and I didn’t want you to feel insecure, so I asked him to get rid of it. I didn’t expect him to just whip it out in front of me.”

With my voice cracking, I asked why she had stripped off her clothes, hoping she would say the old man forced her to.

She took a beat to think about it. A guilty smirk wiped across her face and she shrugged. That sent a dagger straight through my heart. but even in her cruelty, her charm was intoxicating.

The old man chimed in, “Birthday wishes do come true, I guess. Do you know how many times I beat off to her a day? Thank God for Instagram.”

“I don’t do Instagram,” Sarah muttered in puzzlement.

“No, but your sister does.” The old man curled his fingers around his cock and began circling his thumb against his bulbous mushroom cap. “You know which photo is my favorite? The one of you and your sis on the beach, with you two standing next to each other in your bathing suits. Almost ruined my phone I’ve cum on it so much.”

That must have been buried deep in her sister’s timeline, as I had no memory of her taking a family vacation on the coast.

My girlfriend gazed at the old man in awe. His opinion seemed to trigger something inside of her. Perhaps it was the ultimate form of flattery, however twisted. Or the epiphany that what turned her on so much wasn’t the attention or my jealousy, but the sheer sexual depravity of men, which plunged deeper than what she could have ever imagined.

Sarah opened her knees away from her chest, exposing her breasts and her green lace panties riding up her pussy.

I spotted a giant wave forming on the horizon and the tide was taking me in.

Sarah tilted her head toward me in distress, pleading like a little puppy having to choose between her owner and a stranger waving a bone. I could only return a desperate look of sadness and worry.

My once-shy girlfriend scooted on her butt to inch closer to the old man. She laid flat on the couch, her blonde hair spread out behind her head, her perky breasts pointed upward. She had somehow made herself look even more vulnerable in front of the drooling old pervert, like she was a new patient on a cold table waiting for the doctor to examine her.

She extended her legs and rested her porcelain feet on his potato skin thighs, right in front of his thick cock. Her glistening toenails were painted in the color of Dorothy’s ruby slippers. The dainty feet of my young girlfriend were quite the measuring stick for the old man’s prized hog. He suddenly squeezed his cock toward his belly, like he was trying to prevent his fishing rod from flying out of his hand. His cock pulsated and drops of pre-cum oozed from the tip. Sarah was tickled by the surprise, letting out a cute hiccup, as she watched his squirted baby oil dribble down his hairy knuckles next to her wiggling toes.

Sarah’s breathing became shallow and rapid. She reached inside her panties and inserted her fingers deep into her pussy and slowly stroked. This got the ugly bastard revved up. He started jerking himself silly and grunting unintelligible words to her. She had the old man squirming in her spider’s web. He had become the prey.

Their eyes were now locked in a game of chicken, and the deviant pervert looked like he was about to lose. I sat there, tied up in a form of autoerotic asphyxiation, on the verge of blacking out and creaming my pants.

Losing patience, the old man lifted her left foot and started licking between her little piggy toes and stuffing them in his mouth.

My girlfriend exhaled a gigantic moan toward the ceiling, her back arching upward. Her face was in agony. With her free hand, she cupped her right breast and pinched her erect nipple. The old man released her shaking foot. Her legs flailed about, knocking the beer can from the armrest, which splattered the hardwood floor with foam and bubbles.

After catching her breath, she removed her hand from her panties and held up her wet sticky fingers over her face in admiration. For the first time, after months of trying, I had finally seen my darling girlfriend achieve orgasm, and it had all of the fireworks of a Fourth of July celebration. But it came from the creepy old man sucking on her toes and beating his ugly monster cock.

Part 4 coming soon!

NSFW: yes

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