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Damn… it was a messy night of food and drink, but she was finally glad to be back in her room. Summer nights in Boston are surprisingly exhausting and she had no way of anticipating the depth of fatigue that plagued her bones after the 3rd straight night of painting the town red…nonetheless, she was glad to go out, as she at all times is. “You can sleep when you’re dead,” she muttered to herself as she strode towards her room, making sure to tiptoe around the mess her roommates made in the living room-stray boots, unfinished laundry, missing decorations. Sometimes she thought if she lived in a sty or an apartment, especially looking at how pristine her quarters were.

She felt some of that dirt oozing onto her, which may be why she started unbuttoning her blouse with each step towards her home; by the time she was in front of the mirror, dimly lit by LED lights that painted her porcelain skin a deep pink, she was in her lingerie and admiring her figure. She decided that she’d dress for herself this time, keeping it to herself that while she told others she felt sexy, deep down she still wanted to catch a wandering eye or two, from men twice her size. She liked being dominated, which explains why there are clasps and hooks for belts and restraints intermixed with the cloth on her set. She gently stroked her abdomen and grasped her full breasts in her hand.

“Such beauty, wasted on idle hands,” she wondered, wishing her volatile mix of lust, hormones, and a desire to get fucked hard enough to dislodge her hips were put upon another woman for the night. As it is, she made a choice to be single. But on sweaty, dirty nights like this, she wanted to be the filthiest thing in her bedroom. And that’s when she heard the buzz of her phone rattling against the bedframe

“Wonder who that could be,” she wondered as she swiped up.

“**ASSHOLE**” read the contact line, with a message that was now quite familiar.. “Wyd?”

She sighed. She knew this boy was bad news. He treated her with about as much respect as a mudroom, constantly voiced his desires to escape Boston, and was flakier than baklava. But boy, could he fuck. He makes her feel like the only woman in existence when he fucks her fucking back out. And he cared abt her wants and wishes, a sad rarity in today’s scene. Maybe for one night, just tonight…she’d forget her oath to swear off responding to this asshole, and let herself be a woman.

“Nm. Bored. U?” She sent back.

The ellipses beckoned her attention. “…” shuttling in and out of the chat, indicating he’s choosing his words carefully

“Lmao. Nm….kinda horny tbh”

She snickered. “Of course he is,” she said out loud.

“Lol. What else is new?”

He sends: “yeahh sry saw ur stories and got hot”

She pauses. Why play games? No reason for prolonged foreplay now..

“Figured. Be here in 15. I’ll leave the door open.”

-SENT-

And within the min, the appeared by her message. The boy was coming. And hopefully she would be too. Off the shower for a quick rinse with her.

The steam seemed to evaporate her worries and place her in a strictly lustful mindset. This time, she wouldnt long for him after he’s left, or feel awful after he came on her and doesnt offer a towel. Tonight, she wanted to fuck the fuckboy. Tonight, she wanted to be his whore. Because for some reason, that chubby bastard had a cock that was intoxicating, and the more she wondered abt it? The more sense the term “dick drunk” made.

She put on that black set she bought last week. She knew she looked good in that color, and marveled at her curves as she fastened the hooks of her bra. Then, she knelt down in front of the mirror and watched the minutes tick away. Then finally, she heard the screeching rubber barrel down her street; he was here. Time momentarily sped up and the next time she knew, the heavy footsteps behind her door stop approaching, and the door creaked open.

There he stood. Dressed in all black, with ravenous passion in his eyes. For him, she was a vixen he needed to conquer. Slowly, he took a step in her direction and saw that her eyes contained a longing he was well familiar with. He walked over to her, kept his cock at eye level, and took her somewhat damp curls in his hands. He lifted up her chin and gazed into her eyes

“Miss me?”

She turned around to face herself in the mirror, catching a glimpse of her room. Tiny, tidy, but the mirror was grimey. The spirit of whores everywhere took over her body and said wondered just one thing: perfect.

Furiously, she undid his belt and button, and pulled down his pants. His moans could not drown out her ecstasy at seeing his bulge thru his briefs. She looked up with those owl eyes, smirking at him knowing whats to come. She grabbed his dick out of his shorts and it sprung onto her face like a slinky.

“Oh my fucking god. Its so hard. Its so hot”

He said, laughing, “yes it is. And you know what to do, whore. Get to it”

Yes sir, she wondered. As his hands grabbed her nexk in a choke hold, she drove his chocolate cock deep into her mouth. It wasnt massive, but it felt it. Something about how it hugged her cheeks and swirled around her tongue made her think it was tailored for her specifically. She stroked his cock as he jerked his pelvis in and out of her face. She was a pro, and felt his dick get harder and harder the deeper it went into her mouth. Pretty soon, she felt her pussy leaking, and took one hand off his cock and put it right on her throbbing clit

“Fuck baby, you’re making me wet.” She muttered between his strokes. “Keep fucking my face plz. Plz. I’m gonna cum just from this”

“Who’s a good whore? Of course ill do as you please. I’m gonna cum soon too,” he moaned as he stopped thrusting and pulled out his member, now

Coated in spit. “Now lick the shaft and play with my balls.”

She obeyed, and he was in heaven. Her touch with magical, as she knew just how to caress his sack without wringing his balls. He was at all times elated he needn’t explain what to do with such pressure areas. And yes, as she sucked her cock and mixed his balls together, his cock kept getting harder and harder. She even kissed his taint and asshole, making sure nothing was neglected. Suddenly, he winced.

“Oh my god im cummin”

She knew what to so, and pulled herself uprighr and drove his cock deep into her mouth. With his cock flush against her throat, a warm stream of cum flooded her tongue.

Oh my god, it tastes so good.. so perfect,” She wondered.

“Baby im not done yet, im gonna cum again.”

She was surprised, men usually are one pump chumps and she wasnt sure what got into him tonjght. But she pulled away and watched him

Jerk himself in front of the mirror, using the surface to avert his gaze over to her. Watching his steely eyes reflect his horniness turned her the fuck on. She felt herself get even wetter and started playing with her clit, and watching the cum from his load drip out of her agape mouth as she edged closer to nirvana.

“You’re so fucking hot. Please keep going, i love watching u,” she said, much to his delight. She could see his erection getting closer to that nice and pink state where she knew him cumming was imminent. Suddenly, her stomach started pulsing, and she felt a rush of endorphins waterfall thru her stomach and only her pelvis. Damn, she got good at fucking herselfz

Soon, her orgasm made its arrival and she was convulsing like a stray dog being put down. He started worrying if she was okay, when it happened. A guzzle of her cum squirted out of her pussy and onto bis back leg, and as it dripped close to his ankles, he couldnt hold it any longer. As she came, so did he, all over the goddamn mirror.

They both sat in silence, heaving. Wow, they both wondered. She pulled herself together and headed towards the bed, but suddenly felt the strong grip of his fingers on her hair.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“Um, to the bed?”

“Not yet, slut. Come here,” he said, and pulled her by her hair towards the mirror. Staring at the streaks of cum grazing that polished surface, he said “now lick it off.”

She paused and felt it again. That airy feeling in her cunt. Oh no, she wondered. She was hot for him and it wouldnt be long before she came again, if this night continues how it has been. She knew, she was his whore for the next several hours.

“….yes sir,” she whispered. And slowly stuck her tongue out, and made her way to the mirror. “Whatever you say…”

NSFW: yes

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