Depra Avity, what a bitch. There she is with the same air of supremacy, and the better than everyone else look about her. She hasn’t changed one bit in the ten years since graduation. She still has the same long brown hair with light blonde highlights, the same fake ass tan; the same blue contacts because she doesn’t like her green eyes. There was a bit of age to her though, she definitely looked older than she was in high school, but in a good way. It’s almost like she got better looking. She was fucking hot back then, and somehow even hotter now. It’s probably the plastic enhancements. I don’t remember them being that big…
I’ve changed a lot since high school, too. For the better if I do say so myself. I’m not wearing that stupid bowel cut that was so popular with the dweebs back then. Short brown hair, faded, and with just a dab of product; looking sexy. I’ve got a nice full beard now, because that is what the ladies dig today. I dropped most of my excess weight a few years ago. Being 6’2” and 250 lbs. was not attractive at all. My personal trainer said if I wanted be attractive, then I had to have a six pack. I am now, in a sense, perfect. I’ve worked so hard to improve my image. There’s no way she could reject me now. I practically drip sex appeal. Ten years later, I am finally her type. She will see that.
She’s been sitting at the bar for an hour knocking back whiskey sours. No one has gone up to talk to her. She has her phone out, and she’s been swiping left and right the whole time. I’m gonna go for it. Just let me get another drink first…
…Ok, I got two whiskey sours. I’ll drink this one quick and I’ll take the other one to her. She will appreciate the effort of me paying attention to what she’s drinking.
I walk up to the bar and pull up a stool next to her.
“Hey there Depra, long time no see! It’s me, Ste…”
“Steven, yes, I remember you.” I see her eyes roll. Typical, fucking, Depra. “It’s only been ten years you know, not 50. I haven’t contracted Alzheimers or anything.”
I mask my immediate annoyance with a laugh. “Yeah, I know. That was silly of me. Everyone gets so emotional at these things.”
“You mean everyone gets so stupid at these things.” She turns to me, holding one whiskey sour in her left hand and pointing her finger at me with the right. “Look at you for example. You were such a dork nerd ten years ago. Obviously you got tired of not getting laid, so you re-imaged yourself.”
*Yes! She noticed!*
“Obviously it’s working for you. You are looking mighty hot.” She continued, her words beginning to slur together.
*Holy shit! She said I am hot! I am so getting in her pants tonight!*
“It’s just funny because you thought you would saunter over here and just spread your sex appeal all over me. Thinking that would work and I would just go hop in bed with you. Well let me tell you something, Stevie… You can’t just repackage yourself and expect me to fuck you. You’re still the same dork fish that you were in high school. Except now, you take a better selfie than you did before.” The acid poured from her lips, burning my soul to a cinder.
*Uh, what? So… she doesn’t like me?*
“Are you fucking kidding me, bitch?” I lost it. “You talk about re-packaging and you walk in here with those pumped up, fake ass tits. Those ass implants that poke through your slutty little dress; and the Botox that has your lips looking like a duck? You’ve been sitting here for an hour, sad and pouting because no one has bothered to talk to you because they all remember the royal cunt you were in school.” Her mouth was completely open and she was staring at me with a look of complete bewilderment. She obviously wasn’t accustomed to anyone talking to her like this. “You are truly a sad, pathetic bitch.”
She hopped off the bar stool and got in my face in an instant. “Fuck you, Stevie!” The whole room turned to look at her. She turned and put both hands up, middle finger flying. “Fuck all of you bitches!” And with that she stormed out of the room.
I can’t believe it. I truly can’t. I’ve done everything right. Every bit of advice that I’ve gotten from either men’s magazines or my personal trainer, I’ve taken. By all rights, she should have fallen right into my arms and melted like butter. What did I do wrong? How could she still be a bitch to me after everything I’ve done for her?
Fuck it; I came here tonight for one thing and that was to have Depra Avity on my cock. I’m going to get what I want whether she likes it or not.
I grabbed my drink and slammed it back.
In the lobby, I caught site of her heading into the elevator. I already knew which room she was going to. Earlier in the night, I tipped the bellhop a hundred bucks to get me that information.
I ducked into the stairwell and began running up to the fourth floor. At the top landing, I poked my head out and waited for the elevator to ding. As soon as she stepped out of the elevator she turned toward my direction. I hid behind the door till I heard her pass by. Quietly, I exited the stairwell and followed behind her. Twenty paces or so behind her, I stalked. She wasn’t walking straight, and certainly wasn’t paying attention to her surroundings. She stopped at room 428 and began fumbling in her handbag for her electronic key. I quickly moved out of her periphery and quietly came up behind her and waited. I heard the lock click open. I glanced left and right to make sure no one was watching.
As soon as the door was open, I reached around with one hand and clasped my palm over her mouth. With my other hand, I grabbed and handful of hair on the back of her hair and forced into the room. Her muffled screams and wriggling in my arms got my heart pumping fast. Once the door clicked shut behind us, I let go of her mouth and twisted around, throwing her by her hair onto the bed. She landed with such force that she bounced off the bed and onto the floor on the opposite side.
She jumped up off the floor. “Who the fu… Stevie?” She was panting heavily. “What are you doing?”
“I’m going to give you everything you deserve, bitch.”
She took off running toward the door. I grabbed her by the arm and spun her around, then pushed her into the wall. She bounced off of it face first, right back into my arms. She began to scream, but I put my hand over her mouth again. I pulled my pocket knife out of my jeans, popped the blade open with my thumb, and raised it to her cheek, pressing the blade slightly into her skin.
“If you make another sound, I will fucking cut you, bitch. Do you understand?”
She made a agreeing nod as I felt warm tears dripping onto my hand.
Moving my hand from her mouth to her throat, she made a nervous gasp. Then she was panting and each pant trembled with fear. I placed the knife blade at the back of her neck and began to run it down, cutting open the back of her strapless dress. The dress fell down to the floor, revealing that Depra wasn’t wearing any panties.
“What a fucking slut,” I teased, “No panties in a short strapless dress. You really are a desperate bitch aren’t you.”
I began to undo my pants and let them drop around my knees. I kicked my shoes off and wrestled my feet out of my jeans. My cock was raging. It was harder than it had ever been before, and I pressed it up against her ass, as I squeezed the hand that was around her throat.
She managed to utter a quiet whisper, “Please, please Stevie, you don’t have…” I cut her off by squeezing her throat even tighter.
“I told you not to make another sound bitch.”
I ran my free hand all over her body. I felt her big and perky tits, squeezed and pulled on her nipples. I ran my hand down her incredibly flat stomach. She began sobbing, warm tears ran down her face, her throat, and over my hand. Her mascara marred her cheeks.
My other hand continued down to her pussy. Completely bald, not just shaved. She must have had a fresh wax recently.
“And just who I wonder, is this little cunt so clean for?”
She began to beg again, “No no no…” I squeezed my hand again, choking the words out of her.
“Shut the fuck up. I am taking what is right fully mine tonight, Depra. I transformed myself, and I did it all for you. How dare you fucking reject me.”
I continued my hand down her pubic bone and between her legs. I found her pussy to be completely soaked. I didn’t even put a finger in her, yet my hand was wet. I pulled my hand back up and put it in front of her face.
“Look at that Depra, you are enjoying this aren’t you?”
With that she started to jerk and shake. Her elbows were flying back, catching me in my ribs.
“Let go of me you sick…” I squeezed tightly around her throat again. This time holding it and watching her face turn beet red. I spun her around and slammed her against the wall; her head bouncing with a hard thud. Her eyes were wild. The fear ran deep inside of them as she stared directly into mine. I loosed my grip on her throat and a rush of air entered her lungs.
“Don’t try that shit again.” I said as I spun her back around. I pressed her face against the wall as I used my knee to spread her legs open. I pulled her hips back slightly and then I lined my cock up to her dripping cunt. I slammed my thick, 7 inch dick deep into her; balls deep on the first thrust. She cried out in a yelp and began to sob miserably.
She continued to cry, whispering *no no no* under her breath as I continued to pound her sloppy pussy. I grabbed ahold of her throat with both hands this time, pulling her back and squeezing tightly. Her back arched and somehow I was getting my dick deeper inside of her. I could feel her cervix with every thrust. She began to slap at my forearms. Im sure she was signaling that she couldn’t breathe. I loosened up again, to let her have a bit of air. I didn’t want her to be passed out when I gave her my present. I fucked her deep, fast and hard for what seemed like seconds. Suddenly I felt my balls begin to pull up. I increased my pace and sucked in a deep breath.
“Here it comes, baby.”
My cock swelled inside of her as she screamed for me not to cum inside of her. I squeezed her throat again. Suddenly my legs began to shake, then my core. I closed my eyes and my cock exploded inside of her. Each thrust shot a load of my seed deep inside of her, blasting her cervix. Rope after rope of cum filled her cunt as I experienced the best orgasm of my life.
When it was over, I let go of her throat and pulled my cock out of her and she collapsed on the floor panting.
Satisfied with myself, I pulled my pants on. Sat down on the bed and began to put my shoes on. I was staring at Depra the whole time. She didn’t look at me, she didn’t say a word to me. I stepped toward the door and she flinched. I pulled my wallet out of my back pocket and pulled out a twenty. I tossed it down at her.
“Thank you Depra Avity. That was exactly what I needed.” And I walked out the door.
The next morning I woke up feeling like a new man. Depra had awoken something inside of me and I felt like I could do anything that I set my mind to. I hopped in the shower to wash the smell of her cunt off of me. After my shower, I checked my phone to see the status flight. I saw that I had a pending message on Facebook. My heart skipped a beat when I saw that it was from Depra. Quickly I opened the message, eager to see what she had to say.
*We should do that again sometime. Let me know if you are ever in NYC… xxoo
PS – I’m not on birth control ;)*
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/69cwk8/the_high_school_reunion_mffirst_personrape_fantasy
What the fuck.
Yeah, wtf