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Hello, this is part 2 of my story I posted a couple weeks ago. Hope you enjoy!

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“Hey, ummm… did you still want me to work with Steffanie?”

“Well, why not? Didn’t you see how much money you made? I thought for sure you would want to continue working together after seeing your last paycheck.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah…. The money is great… but I was kind of thinking… maybe she doesn’t have to dominate me like she did the last time.”

For some reason, that producer had a stupid look on his face, like he didn’t find out what I was talking about. Breaking it down to me like I was a novice, he explained, “We should try to follow that same formula. Fans love it when there is a dominant woman involved.”

“Yeah, but maybe she doesn’t have to be the dominant woman.”

He looked at me, acting as confused as ever before asking me a really fucking stupid question. “If she’s not the dominant one, then who is?”

“Me!” I yelled, shocked that he couldn’t figure that out. This guy was acting like I was chopped liver. I mean, how could he not tell with me being the only one left?

“You’re not dominant though…”

“I am SO dominant! What the fuck are you talking about?!”

Shaking his head, he blew me off by saying, “Just work it out with Steffanie like you did last time. But let’s make sure there’s a dominant woman in the scene, okay?”

“You can count on that,” I responded with a little smirk.

After seeing the way Tiffany handled her session with Bianca, I knew there had to be a way for me to not look like such a little bitch. My roommate was the most submissive woman in the world. If she could be in control of the action, I knew there had to be a way for me to do the same. Unfortunately, I just didn’t know how, since Steffanie was so much bigger than me and all.

Much to my annoyance, the woman who had become my nightmare… and definitely not my wet dream… also showed up to get her paycheck. We both rolled our eyes at each other and groaned as she walked past me.

I guess the producer didn’t notice the tension in the air now that we were in the same room. With a big smile, he jumped between us and asked, “Would two you like to shoot another scene since you’re both here?!”

I immediately scoffed at the idea of working with her again. It wasn’t just that I wanted to act like a bitch to her; I was also dealing with my emotions from the previous night.

She glared at me and snarled. “I guess you don’t appreciate all that money I made you.”

The producer then turned his back and ignored the tension. Before walking off, he simply said, “Just let me know if you want to shoot a scene.”

As I stood there in the midst of a heated stare off with my thick co-star, all the feelings I endured the previous night started to swirl within me. I hated her stupid face and the way she looked in sweats… but I was just so fucking wet for some reason…

Finally I admitted, “I do appreciate the money… You’re right… But maybe next time you should be the submissive one.”

Steffanie made a disgusted face at me and asked, “Then who’s going to be dominant?”

“I am!” I shouted, stomping my foot on the ground. “Why does everyone act like I can’t do it?!”

That bitch started to chuckle at me while I was having a temper tantrum. “You… dominant?”

“Yes!”

“Oh, that’s a good one! ”

“I’m usually the dominant one! Haven’t you ever seen my videos with Karma?”

“Ummm…. No…. and neither has anyone else, really. That was sort of the problem.”

“Hey! Quit talking shit about my videos!”

“I’m sure your friend did a great job. Bianca said she really enjoyed working with her. It’s you, I’m sure, that was the problem.”

“Me?! You haven’t even seen me in action! Last time you took me by surprise… Just let me be dom this time!”

Once again, that curvy bitch laughed in my face before saying, “Alright, sure. You can be dom this time. Let’s see how that works out.”

Clasping my hands together, I did everything in my power not to jump and cheer. I didn’t want to show her any excitement. I just wanted to prove to myself that I wasn’t such a weak little bitch like I was last time.

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Even though I wasn’t ready to shoot that day, I just happened to be wearing some really hot underwear. I wasn’t the granny panty type anyway, but with all that money from the last video, I decided to splurge on some new clothes a few days later.

I bought a couple of bras, panties and even some lingerie sets. I definitely spent more than I should have, but after seeing the underwear Steffanie wore, I felt like I needed to step my game up.

Instead of being on a bed this time, our setup was on a couch. Not much different if you think about it, but at least I could just copy her game plan in the way she dominated me last time.

As I waited by the couch, wearing a tan bra with a black and aqua striped thong, I watched my thick partner walk into the room, wearing her sweats once again. This time, however, I already knew how she looked underneath those sloppy clothes. It left me almost willing for her to take her sweats off so I could see her amazing body again… I mean… see what she was wearing…

She stripped herself down and was, of course, wearing a nice matching bra and panty set. I almost gulped at the sight of her body as my eyes became fixed on all her curves.

I’ll admit that bitch looked… attractive… in the black set she wore last time. However, I might have to swallow my pride and admit she was even… more attractive… in her red lace bra and panties.

Even though she wasn’t wearing a thong, her butt still popped out perfectly. I guess when you have an ass like that, you can make any pair of panties look sexy. Hell, I bet that ass would even look sexy in granny panties or boy shorts… I meant to say attractive…

When she joined me on the couch, I put on a brave face and warned her, “I’m in charge, remember?”

“Whatever,” she said, rolling her eyes before looking me up and down. Then, with an even stinkier face than she normally made, she snarled, “Are you really going to wear that?!”

I looked down at my body, trying to find out what she was talking about. “These are really nice… They’re brand new…”

“Yeah, that’s a nice bra, and that’s a nice thong… but they don’t match. We’re trying to dig into men’s fantasies, not wear what’s most comfortable.”

“I didn’t know we were shooting a video today!” I whined, feeling the need to defend myself for some reason. “But they are both really good quality. They’re from Victoria’s Secret!”

“You’re an adult actress,” Steffanie scoffed as her strong presence slowly started to overtake me. I suddenly felt so small and ashamed next to her as she continued, “You should always be ready to shoot when you show up to the studio.”

For some reason, I felt like a kid getting scolded by a teacher. I twiddled my fingers and avoided eye contact before whining, “Stop lecturing me…”

Out of nowhere, she made a opinion that left me completely frozen. Shaking her head, she responded, “Maybe I should take you shopping since I keep getting stuck with you…”

Suddenly, the producer interrupted our little spat by yelling, “Are you ladies ready?”

I quickly looked over at my voluptuous partner before trying to get into character. “Okay, remember… I’m in charge…”

“Oh, yeah…” she replied in a mocking tone. “You’re totally in charge…”

Once the cameras were on, it almost felt like we picked up right where we left off from the last scene. Even though I was the aggressor by forcing myself to kiss her, it soon felt like we were just sharing a somber moment of exploring each other’s lips.

I tried to calm my nerves so I could feel in control, but there were so many weird emotions flowing through my head. There were things that felt similar to the experience I had the previous night when I masturbated to our video. And although it was embarrassingly stupid to pretend I was kissing her while I was alone, there was something about making out with her in real life that brought me back to that night.

With a million thoughts clouding my mind, I tried to snap out of it so I could take control and be the dominant woman I wanted to be. I did several different things to be the aggressor, like put my hands through her hair, fondle her tits underneath her bra, and even wrap my arms around her to squeeze her fat ass. Surprisingly enough, she did nothing in return but just kiss me, leaving me to think she had truly accepted her submissive role.

Things came to a halt, however, as I tried to lay her on the couch. When I grabbed Steffanie’s shoulders, I quickly realized she was stuck like a rock.

Groaning as I made a face at her, I tried even harder to lay her down so I could establish my dominance on top. However, the bigger woman just chuckled as I tried pathetically to move her even an inch.

“What are you doing?!” I asked underneath my breath as I pulled her arm like a little kid.

“What are YOU doing?” she asked, still laughing at me.

“I’m trying to take control, but you’re not moving!”

“YOU’RE trying to move ME? Steffanie asked, with a little sparkle in her eyes. “You mean like THIS?”

I looked up, confused that with the curvaceous woman meant by that statement. Unfortunately, I found out her intentions when she easily pushed me off her, causing me to fall on my back.

I was left with my mouth wide open, staring at her as if I had seen a ghost. There I was on my back, feeling like a pathetic little weakling as the stronger woman slowly made her way towards me.

It was happening all over again. I wanted to be in control, but she was making me her weak little slut with almost no effort. There didn’t have to be any acting involved. It was just painfully obvious whenever we interacted she was the dom and I was the sub.

As she put her hands on me, I could feel the chills streaming up and down my spine. Although I still hated that woman, I guess my body accepted her in a way mind didn’t find out.

Like a predator, the busty woman climbed on top, straddling me like the weakling I was. I felt so pathetic being trapped underneath her fat ass… And I was also wet for some reason… very, very wet…

“Let me show you how it’s done,” she whispered into my ear, quiet enough so only I would hear it. Goosebumps covered my body as she pinned my arms above my head and forced a deep kiss down my throat.

As we made-out, Steffanie was almost riding me somehow. It’s not like I had a dick, but she was grinding her body back and forth so sensually, it felt like we were fucking.

She then held both my dainty wrists with just her left hand, showing how easy it was for her to control me. With her free hand, she reached around and unclipped my bra while keeping her lips attached to mine.

As my bra was tossed apart, she looked down and giggled at my exposed breasts. It made me feel insecure, seeing how small they were compared to hers.

“Are you cold, or are you just happy to see me?” she asked, before licking the crevice of my chest. “I’ve never seen such pointy nipples before.”

I went red in the face, almost too embarrassed to enjoy the way she began tantalizing my neck with her tongue. I had to use all my strength to whisper into her ear, “Sorry…”

“Why are you sorry?” she asked with a little giggle. She then sat up and undid her bra, revealing those big tits that made mine look so undesirable. “See… mine are pretty hard, too.”

In a surprising… and erotic… move… she dangled her breasts right above mine, and used them to gently caress my nipples with hers. It felt so erotic, for some reason, feeling her equally hard nipples grazing against my own.

Shocked by how aroused that weird feeling made me, I let out a quivering moan. My eyes, of course, never left her body, as I was unable to focus on anything but her voluptuous tits.

As our nipples had their little sword fight, I could feel her grinding even harder against my little body. I must have looked so pathetic underneath her, whimpering and moaning like a little bitch.

Somehow, the thick beauty made me look even weaker by putting her hand around my throat. She wasn’t even choking me that hard, but I was completely under her control, unable to move my head at all. With her other hand, she reached behind her and rubbed my soaking pussy right through the thong I was was so proud of before she scolded me.

With my head forced down, there was no way I would ever reach her lips. She was sitting up high, controlling my neck and my crotch from above. All I could do was let out little whimpers as I puckered my lips, hoping she would lean down and grace me with a kiss.

Much to my dismay, I didn’t get that kiss I desperately wanted. Instead, she turned her body and ripped my little thong off with little effort. I was left underneath her, squirming as she placed her fingers inside my vulnerable slit.

She glared down at me with an evil look on her face. “Come on, Sweetie. Be my little cum monster again.”

“But I wanted to be in charge…” I whined with my sad little voice. Unfortunately, I was too weak to even think about fighting her off.

As she continued to rub me down while I was held in the compromised position, I felt adrenaline rushing through my body much stronger than the other night. Though there were things that felt similar to when I masturbated to her, the tingling sensation rushing through me was unmatched by anything I’d ever experienced before.

We had only just started, but Steffanie was about to make me cum so hard, I was gonna reach a new level of embarrassment. Unfortunately, she had something even more humiliating in mind.

Just as my eyes were rolling back and I felt myself pulsing, the voluptuous woman pulled herself off and said, “I don’t think so.”

I looked at her like the most spoiled girl in the world, almost whimpering pathetically after she edged the fuck out of me.

As she sat there smirking like she was so proud of herself, I began whining at her with my pouty face. “Why did you do that?!”

“Why did I do what?” she asked innocently.

“I was right about to cum! I can still fucking feel it…”

“Oh, I thought you didn’t want to be my little cum monster anymore.”

“I don’t… but… I was so… fucking… close… That was so mean!”

“I’m not going to make you cum if you’re not my little cum monster.”

I kicked my legs like a bratty child, whimpering, “But I want it!”

“Oh, my God!” Steffanie reacted, grabbing my weak little body before bending me over the armrest of the couch. “You’re such a bad little girl… And do you know what happens to bad little girls?”

With my head and shoulders dangling over the couch, my eyes lit up as I was consumed with fear. “Oh, no! Please, not this!”

Raising both hands in the air, she declared, “That’s right; bad girls get spankings.” She then smacked both of my cheeks at the same time, causing me to squeal like a little bitch. As if that wasn’t bad enough, she continued to do it, pounding both my poor little cheeks simultaneously with her firm hands.

I swear to God I wasn’t crying… but I kept making these weird moaning sounds every time she slapped my bottom. It’s like I was begging her to stop, but I couldn’t make out any real words.

The weirdest part of all was that even though she was giving me another humiliating spanking, I could feel myself almost dripping down my inner thighs. For some reason, every fucking little thing that she did to me made my pussy so wet, even the most degrading things.

Steffanie must have noticed me leaking, because she began rubbing my pussy out as she continued to spank me. I let out a penetrating moan as my head shot up. With just one touch, she immediately had me losing all my breath.

Now giggling, she tormented me by saying, “You’re so fucking wet; I bet you want to cum already, don’t you?”

I could no longer fight the sensation, especially after she had already denied me once. I almost considered myself lucky she would even go back to stimulating my clit after I was such a bad girl.

Desperately, I cried, “Yes! I want to cum so badly!”

She then pulled her hand away from me once again, leaving me slightly edged, but nowhere near as bad as the last time. “It’s too bad you’re not my cum monster,” she teased, causing a fire to burn in my heart.

Turning my head, I looked at her desperately and shouted, “I am your cum monster!”

“But you said you’re not my cum monster, remember? You even said you wanted to be dom.”

I kicked my legs and pounded my fists on the couch like the spoiled little brat I was. There was nothing I could do but admit, “I’m not dominant! I’m just your fucking little bitch!”

“Awww,” she reacted with a passionate look in her eyes. I guess I must have said the right words because she placed me gently back over the armrest, forcing me to look away from her. Then she rubbed my sore little bottom with one hand as she resumed rubbing my clit with her other hand. “Now that’s a good cum monster,” she said with a cooing voice.

I whimpered and moaned in a more submissive tone. Now that she was giving me what I truly wanted, there was no reason for me to act like such a brat anymore. I just sat there and took it, before replying, “You’re right… I am your little cum monster…”

“Say it louder!” she demanded, driving her middle finger faster against my clit.

With all my strength, I opened my eyes and looked at the camera. “I’m Steffanie’s cum monster! I’m her fucking weak cum monster!”

Immediately, I felt rewarded for swallowing my pride as I felt her finger working my little cunt even faster. There was an intense stimulation driving through my body, leaving me completely paralyzed.

Suddenly, I went from desperately needing that orgasm to being almost afraid of how strong it would be. Once I felt myself reaching the point of no return, I cried out, “It’s going to be big!”

“That’s right,” she whispered, rubbing me out until I was absolutely crumbling from her fingers. “Give me a big one, Cum Monster.”

“Oh, my fuck!” I yelled as I erupted my fluids all over her fingers. I felt myself squirting so hard, I was afraid to look back and see the mess I made all over the couch.

Although I finally had that climax I had been wanting so badly, I guess Steffanie just wasn’t satisfied with it. As embarrassed as it was to squirt all over her, she continued to pull it out of me, rubbing my wet cunt until it was completely flooding her fingers.

She had me squirting over and over, pushing me past limits I never knew I could break. Then, just when I wondered my orgasm was finally subsiding, she started slapping my pussy, almost spanking it in a gentle way.

“Looks like you’re not just my cum monster; you’re my squirt monster too!”

“Nooooo!” I moaned out in embarrassment, looking back at her mocking me for squirting. “I can’t stop!”

Eventually, I finished cumming, and although I was relieved to finally achieve the satisfaction I secretly desired, I was much too embarrassed to face the camera after the way I acted. Even worse, I didn’t want to turn around and face Steffanie after she turned me into her little squirt monster.

Instead, I just hung my head in shame, still dangling over the armrest while hoping to catch my breath. All I could do was pray that they would turn the cameras off and save me from any further humiliation.

My eyes suddenly popped wide open as a surprisingly warm stimulation consumed me. I turned my head, trying to find the source of that weird feeling. Much to my shock, it was Steffanie, cleaning me out with her tongue after I made such a mess by cumming so hard.

I had never experienced someone eating me out so viciously before. It was usually just a transactional act, hoping that I would return the favor. This girl, on the other hand, not only knew how to work her tongue, she was really gobbling me up like… she enjoyed doing it…

I wondered I was done cummimg but she had me flinching so hard, I wasn’t sure if I was having another orgasm or not. My whines and whimpers filled the room as she stroked my cunt repeatedly with her long and warm tongue.

If I didn’t know any better, I think she even licked my ass hole a few times. However, I was in such a cloudy dream, I couldn’t tell exactly what was going on back there.

Once I had been cleaned to her liking, Steffanie turned me around and sat me up on the couch. She then straddled me again, sitting on top of my lap as she put her arms around my shoulders. Staring into my watery eyes, she asked, “Now, who’s my little cum monster?”

“I am…”

“And who’s my little squirt monster, too?”

“I am…”

With a smile, she puckered up and brought herself close to my face. Out of desperation, I opened my mouth and reached for her lips, but then she did something even more hurtful than denying me an orgasm; she denied giving me a kiss…

I looked up at her, giving her the saddest face I could possibly make. Like a cold-hearted bitch, she just climbed off and walked away, leaving me unsatisfied.

As the cameras turned off, she looked over her shoulder and asked, “What’s wrong? Are you also my kiss monster now?”

Once again, I was pouting like a spoiled rotten child. No matter how hard I tried to put on a brave face, everyone could easily see the humiliation in my eyes as I watched the gorgeous woman and her fat ass walking away.

I couldn’t believe that hot bitch really intended on leaving me cold like that. Full of emotions raining over my heart, I sat there silently as she put her sweats back on and gathered her belongings. But before she could walk out, the anger inside exploded, causing me to yell, “Hey!”

The curvy woman stopped and turned back, looking at me with such pity. Despite being completely frazzled, I looked the dominant woman in her brown eyes and asked, “Are you really going to take me shopping?”

Steffanie paused for a second, looking confused before doing a double-take. I guess it took her a second before she remembered the opinion she made earlier. “Yeah, sure…” she finally answered, with a hesitant voice.

NSFW: yes

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