She told me everything. I could feel myself getting smaller, both romantically and physically. I was almost sick! Why would she do this to me? Do this to us?
"I want nothing but the best for you! For us! Maybe... maybe you can find someone else that would be right for you?" she said.
"I thought you were right for me... until... until you dated some guy that could qualify as your father!"
We left it at that. We were angry at each other for God knows how long. But I needed time to calm down. How could I win in this situation?
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She came to school one day, with the sweat pants. I asked her why the change-up in clothes? She had always been wearing less and less as the days went by, sure to entice her new daddy. She opened the top of her pants and showed me what was underneath. It was the yoga pants Mr. Yuno tore apart from her! Ripped at the crotch seam and bearing her complete vagina in full view. No. Fucking. Shit. This woman was insane!
"You like?" she said with a vile grin.
"What is that?! No way the school office lets you off the hook wearing that? What even happened to those pants?"
"Calm down. I'm hiding it for the right moment. Let's just say a special someone likes them better this way (referring to the gaping hole Mr. Yuno made).
"He did that to you down there? When?"
"Why does it matter to you?" she said seeing the sleazy interest I had taken in the subject.
I couldn't let the subject go. I needed to know when she cheated on me. The details. All of them. Not even that I was mad, but that... I wanted to know what she needed. And what it felt like. I can't believe I wanted to know how she felt, being in a loving man's arms.
"It was my birthday."
Holy shit... holy fucking shit. She fucked her teacher on her birthday while we were dating. What a fucking whore. I couldn't believe it. Like ice shooting through my veins. Like running 20 miles and going from a jogger's high to extreme fatigue and pain in seconds.
But this was just the start. She turned around. She wanted to show me something else. Not just the torn yoga pants that cemented their first encounter, his mark, his claim on her body, and further extent, her soul.
No... she opened her sweat pants once again to show me the torn yoga pants underneath, with her perfect, supple asscheeks on full display. Like looking into Pandora's fuckbox. But even better. I could see her sporting a black buttplug.
There's something about a dark-skinned girl sporting a black butt plug that is insatiable.
"No fucking way..." I said as if I had become one of her girlfriends. "You're not going to do what I think you're going to do, right?"
"What do you think I'm going to do?" she continued with her coy games to mindfuck me into submission and submissiveness.
I grabbed her by the waist from behind. I was entranced by this sex fiend that had once been my girlfriend.
But I had enough.
It was my turn. I didn't care if this made me a cuck. It all came crashing down. I wanted her to be happy, but not at the cost of what was left of my manhood. Just as quickly, some unsettling nerve, some impulse took over. I put both my hands on her shoulders and brought her to her knees and got in front of her. Face to face.
"You're going to cheat on me again, aren't you, you pathetic slut?" I grabbed the back of her ponytail and forced her head to hut upwards looking me in the eye.
She was in shock. She didn't expect this from her beta boyfriend... er... ex-boyfriend.
"I-- I-- I-I..." Her thought process was lost. Her second daddy had to step in.
"Come with me" I said as I led her to the girls' restroom. I was walking behind her, one hand guiding her with a strong grip on the back of the ponytail and one moving towards my crotch. I had to come clean. I had to make sure we were both on the same page.
I brought her to the corner of the girls' bathroom and forced her to get on her knees. She started to cry, peeling off the whore mascara that she wore to attract the 50-something man whose class was down the hallway waiting for his prey. I went back to being sympathetic, caressing her face. "You don't get it, do you Tina? I love you. I love every part of you. Even if you become someone else's slut. But if you do, I support you. But only on one condition."