Roy and Meg stood in front of the television. Roy looked at her like he had something up his sleeve and hit the button on the remote without looking away from her. "I found this in your backpack." The video starts. Shows Meg jacking an enormous cock into her face. Taking a load of cum all over herself. She looks at Roy now and says, "Yeah? So?" She doesn't flinch. Which seems to throw Roy. He expected some other reaction. What, he didn't know himself, but something else not this smug act. She could have been watching an infomercial. She didn't care. "This is the same guy you cry on my shoulder about? The one who treats you like scum?" Roy asked. "Yeah? So?" Meg said again. Like 'What's your point?' he was getting on her nerves already. "You seem to be enjoying yourself there. He doesn't exactly have a gun to your head." "I've got a nine inch cock in my face. What's not to like? The guy's still an asshole. You never heard me complain about his dick, did you?" She threw that in his face. Serves him right. Trying to lord it over her like he's got something on her. Like maybe she's been lying or misrepresenting the situation. Hell, they were just supposed to be study partners after all. "Well, no, I guess not." Roy said, knocked back because he knew she was right. They'd been through this before. Roy nagging her. He should have let it go. But the video. That was hard to take. Sure she only whined about the way the asshole treated her. The names he called her. The slaps. Roy kept forgetting it wasn't about the sex. She didn't feel used. Meg enjoyed the sex. That wasn't what she complained about. "What were you doing snooping in my backpack?" She asked, looking straight at Roy, pinning him down with her gaze. Making him feel small. A little pathetic even. "Looking for our history notes, that's all. I figured you brought a tape over for us to watch. I was cueing it up. I thought you taped a movie or something and we'd watch while we studied. Like before. I wasn't spying." Roy made his case. "Maybe I believe you, but you owe me one. You tried to fuck with my head AFTER you knew what was on the tape. You should have just put it back and left it alone." "I'm sorry." "That's good. I've got something I want you to do for me. You can show me how sorry you really are. Joe just got done banging my ass. He fucked me doggie style. He fucked me hard. Like a real man. HARD. He rammed that nine inch pecker of his all the way in. I begged him not to. He didn't care. He took my ass and banged the living hell out of me. Damn it was good. He didn't give a shit how much I screamed. He just kept banging away. Damn my ass is sore." She's complaining about that, Roy thought. That's sex. And she's complaining about that. Roy didn't think it would be a good time to point it out to Meg though. He let it be. She said to Roy how it would feel a lot better if Roy'd massage it for her a little. Her bare buns. And Roy started doing it. Massaging her. Not knowing in his own mind if he was just trying to help make up to her or if he was just too horny to resist. It being the closest thing he'd ever had to actually getting a piece of ass himself. But she complained about that now too. "Roy not so rough. Your hands are rough. My ass is really sore. I had a MAN banging it. A REAL man. Use your mouth." "What?" Roy said. "You want me to kiss your ass?" "And lick. Mainly lick. I thought you were my friend. You're not like THAT asshole. You're nice to me. You're not like him at all. Maybe you're not even straight. Is that it? Doesn't my ass look good enough to lick?" Roy licked. Then as she lay face down on Roy's couch she reached for the phone on the end table and punched numbers with her thumb. "Baby," She said into the mouthpiece while fingering herself. "I'm mad at you. You fucked my ass so hard my cheeks are sore. Go ahead laugh. It's not funny. I don't know why I put up with you. I had to have Roy lick my wounds. No honey not my pussy - that's all yours baby - he's licking my ass. Yeah, he's doing a good job. I guess you could say that. No, I wouldn't. That's mean. NO. Okay, Baby. Don't hang up. "'The asshole says,' she said turning her face to Roy, 'To say hello to his favorite Bitch. But just ignore him Roy, he's got no class.' Now you happy?" she asked into the phone. "I never said that. No. YOU called him that and later on I called him 'My Favorite Bitch' so you'd know who I was referring to." Roy liked the way she stuck up for him. Not giving in to the asshole. Not really doing what he asked. The asshole'd hoped she'd turn to Roy, real casual like, and say, 'Joe says Hello to his favorite bitch' then get back to the conversation without missing a beat. But she ruined it for the asshole. Roy appreciated that. The asshole had to be steamed now. Jealous of Roy. Man, think of the nerve it took. She calls him up and rubs his face in it. Lets him know how Roy takes care of her. Insulting the guy like that. Telling him how Roy takes care of her better than he ever could - WHILE it's happening. That's REALLY what she's doing. Roy smiled as his tongue made love to her sweet cheeks. He hoped no chick ever tried to humiliate him the way Meg was putting it to this asshole. "Oh Baby, don't worry," Meg said into the phone. "He doesn't mean anything to me. I just use him. I'm thinking of your cock right now, not his mousy tongue. He even licks like a priss. I NEED to be fucked hard. Tell me how hard you want to fuck me." Meg stopped talking. She moaned now over and over and then screamed, "Harder fuck me HARDER!" and then cried "OH OHHH OOHHHHHH!" and spasmed out an orgasm. Roy'd never seen one before. A female orgasm. Not in real life. It was incredible. That was the reason she went along with the asshole. She made Joe talk dirty to her while Roy got her off with his tongue. That stuff she said about Roy was just to make the asshole feel better. So he'd perform better over the phone. "Bye, Baby, I love you." Meg hung up the phone. She sat up as her wet pussy dripped all over Roy's pleather couch. "It looks like you've got some licking to do." She said. Then as Roy started to stick his face in her crotch, "Hey! What the FUCK? Get your ass away from me, Roy. Gee, I try and be nice and let you lick my ass and then you make a move like that on me? Cool it. Just cool it, okay?" She looked at him like she was thinking about something. About how maybe she could understand Roy's mistaking what she meant. Feeling sorry for him maybe. "I meant you can lick my juice off your couch. I can't let you eat me for chrissakes. Don't you listen to anything I say? He'd kill me if I ever did that. I pushed it just letting you suck ass for me tonight. But if he ever thought you went down on me he'd beat my ass good. He's an asshole, remember?" Roy said he was sorry and forgot about licking the couch. He could do that later if he wanted. "How can you let him hit you?" Roy asked. "And go back to him? And fuck him even?" "It's not that bad." Meg said. "Just slaps so far. But if I ever let a Bitch like you anywhere near his pussy - and it is his pussy, Roy - he'd fuck me up. I know it." Roy knew she just called him a bitch because she was speaking from the asshole's point of view. That's all. Joe's point of view. "But really the thing I hate more than anything about that asshole, more than getting hit even, is the way he orders me around. I gotta fetch everything for him. (By the way Roy get me my cigarettes. They're in my jacket.) I don't mind giving up my body when he says (Light it for me, Roy, jeez) at least then I'M getting something out of it. A nice big thick juicy dick. But just being his gopher irks the hell out of me. Roy, fix me some tea. Wait. Get me a towel to wipe off with first. And turn on some music." Roy complied. "But to answer your question, Roy, 'Why do I put up with his shit?' - a girl's gotta have that cock, you know?" She put out her cigarette and picked up her tea and sipped. "And it's gotta be delivered like it's something special, see. I mean, I don't know if you're packing two inches or ten inches and I don't care because you're never gonna get in my pants anyway. You don't have the balls for it, Roy. You don't have the confidence. Not many guys do. And most of the ones that do don't have the dick to go with it. Joe is the total package. I wish he didn't have to be SUCH an asshole but, still, as far as the sex goes it's better than being like you, Roy. Here get this ashtray out of here and bring me a pillow." Meg drank down her tea. "Wait. Take this into the kitchen first." Handing Roy her cup and saucer. "Don't get me wrong, Roy, a girl needs plenty of TLC and that's what I have you for. You give good TLC: Tender Loving care." Meg curled up now at the end of the couch hugging the pillow. "But you know that, don't you, Roy?" She looked at him. Making him feel the need inside her. Letting him know he was special to her. "Now if only I could get you two to together...." She had that faraway look in her eyes now. Dreaming. "I'd like to let you eat me, Roy, you know that. And maybe you could. Maybe we could work it out with Joe. He might let me sit on your face while I gave him head. You'd like that wouldn't you?" She smiled. "Silly question. Of course you would. But Joe has pride, you see? You can't blame him can you, Roy? A man like that letting a Bitch like you share his lady. That's part of the reason I love him. He won't share me with anyone. He's making allowances for me by just letting me come here and see you - an ass sucking Bitch. Aren't you glad he does, Roy?" "Yeah. Sure. But-" "But nothing Roy. I'm trying to reason with you here. If you're going to be unreasonable maybe you should just go. Is that what you want?" She was stern now. Letting him know this was it. No whining. Accept it or else. "But-" "But NOTHING Roy." "BUT-" "That's IT." Meg said, fed up, shaking her head. Figuring I try to be nice to the guy and look what it gets me. "Leave your key on the counter and get out. I'm taking a shower now and by the time I get out I want you gone. I'm gonna have my MAN over and we are going to leave my stink all over the place. Don't come back till tomorrow. Call first." Meg walked toward the bathroom. "Hang on, Meg." Roy was lost. "You're kicking me out of my own place?" "That's right, Einstein. You got it. Leave your key. Now get. Go on, get the hell out of here." "I gotta grab some stuff." Roy pleaded. "Then grab it and go, you fucking ingrate. Just be quick about it. I don't want you here when I get out of the shower." She walked into the bathroom and closed the door. Roy heard the shower running. As Roy took his key off the keyring he got a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. He couldn't do it. He worshiped Meg but he couldn't do it. He couldn't leave her with that asshole even if that's what SHE wanted. Without thinking, for once, Roy picked up the phone. He was gonna call Joe and have it out. If Meg got pissed and never wanted to see Roy again well he'd have to deal with it. But he couldn't let it go. He had to speak to the guy man to man and tell him what he thought of him. As punched the redial button and heard the line ringing Roy felt good. Good and angry. Better than he ever felt before in his life. Maybe it was wrong to feel this way but-- "Hello," said a girl's voice. "Meg is that you again? Did the little shit go for it?" "This IS the little shit." "Oh." Then silence. Roy thought this Joe guy must have a shack full of chicks. The bastard. "Put Joe on the line. We need to talk." "Oh." More silence. Then: "Roy... there is no Joe." "What?" Roy was dumbfounded. He remembered the video. "Who's the guy in the tape?" "That's me. I'm Meg's roommate, Ellen. We made the tape to make you jealous. I'm a film major." "Bullshit. You've got a dick?" "I'm a FILM major. We did it with me wearing a strap-on dildo and some neat edits. Had you fooled, huh?" "Bullshit. Where's Joe? If that was a dildo how'd it shoot jiz all over?" "Geez, you're dumb. That was the easy part. Listen, you sound like a really nice guy but pull your head out of your ass, okay? We wanted to try and make you show some backbone. Get you jealous. Do SOMETHING to get you to make your move. Do you like Meg or not?" "I love her." "Then show it. She doesn't need a puppy. She needs a man. Be a MAN, Roy. Fuck her brains out." "But-" "But nothing, Buster, fuck her brains out, Roy. Fuck that bitch's brains out. Fuck her like she's never been fucked before. She needs it. Give it to her, Roy, Okay?" "Uh, okay." "Good luck." Ellen hung up. Meg stepped out of the shower. Roy walked into the bathroom and pulled the towel away from Meg's fine body. "What the fuck do you think you're-?" "Shut up." Roy said. He bent her over the sink in front of the mirror. Meg saw his eyes. "Yes," She said out loud to herself. Finally she was gonna get what she wanted all this time. Finally her fantasy would come true. "Oohh. HhuHHh. Oh. AAAhhh." Roy slipped his dick, all ten inches, into the warmth of Meg's still wet sex and started banging away. Just as she described. Just as she liked it. Just the way Roy always wanted to... HARD. He fucked her like he loved her... DEEP. "Oh, Roy." "I'M your MAN." "Oh...My MAN." "Master." "Oh, Master. Roy. MY MAN. OH. Fuck me, please, fuck me. Master, please, pulleeze, FUCK ME. Fuck your favorite Bitch. Ahhh FUCK Meeeee!"