Losing It – Part 3 [F/F][Futa][Bullying]

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## Chapter 3⸻Perspective

I opened the bathroom door and felt around for the light switch. The first one I flipped made me jump as a mechanical whirring echoed around the room. I flipped it off in a panic and gave my heart a chance to climb out of my throat before I flipped another.

Once the light filled the room, it was like I stepped through the looking glass or something. White marble tile from floor to ceiling, vanities with white marble countertops, and two standing showers on either side of the doorway—each of them bigger than my entire bathroom back home.

The bathtub was inlaid into the floor. If it didn’t have a plainly visible faucet, I would have assumed it was a jacuzzi or something. It was the only thing in the room that wasn’t doubled, and I probably would have registered how strange that was if I wasn’t still in awe of how expensive everything looked.

I stepped into one of the showers, but it took me a minute or two to figure out how to even turn on the water. There weren’t any knobs or anything; only a touch panel that had more settings than a space shuttle. I saw icons for temperature, water pressure, and a hundred others that I couldn’t even begin to decipher. Eventually, I pressed the right series of buttons, and water started to fall from the ceiling panel like rain.

Yiff money paid better than I thought.

I almost tripped over the boujee little shower bench as the steam started to fog the glass. I laid on my stomach across the smooth wood, and let the hot water roll over me. Oh _yeah…_ I’d have probably sucked a dick or two just for access to this bathroom, honestly. If Millie knew how to give a good massage, she could probably get her money back.

I laid my head over my crossed arms. Finally alone with my thoughts, my mind started to drift over the events of the past few hours. I was beginning to consider that I may have underprepared for this, and bitten off _a little_ more than I could comfortably chew—and “chew” would be another surprisingly literal description if I had to take another one of those super soaker loads down the hatch again. I could still taste her pasty nut with every exhale.

Where did she even put it? All that goop had to come from somewhere, right? Like, I’m a productive partner myself, but shouldn’t she have nuts the size of bowling balls to spew that much?

What’s worse? I was starting to like it… and I think it was doing weird things to my head.

The longer I laid there, the less I seemed to think about it. I closed my eyes as the pleasantly warm water and relaxing white noise lulled me to sleep.

##### ♕

I felt a pang of anxiety in my chest as Mia vanished around the corner. Despite her reassurance, she still seemed a little upset. My glasses provided very little assistance while floating atop a viscid puddle on the floor, so it was impossible to be sure. Then again, I suppose she was a little abrasive regardless of whether she was in a sour mood or not.

I sighed as I surveyed the sticky aftermath. Yeah… she was probably still mad.

I grabbed the mop and bucket from the laundry room supply closet, and the big bottle of distilled vinegar from under the sink. I’m ashamed to admit that this wasn’t the first time I had cleaned my “emissions” from the kitchen floor. I made the mistake of not using any sort of degreasing agent once. When I woke up the next morning to find my father scratching his head—trying to find the source of the sticky, odorous film on the tile—I nearly died of embarrassment.

Mom didn’t allow “unnatural chemicals” in her kitchen, so the vinegar would have to do. Jeez… why was it always such a mess? I had even taken some _preemptive measures_ when I showered this afternoon, and it was still all over the floor, the counter, the side of the refrigerator…

I probably would have finished cleaning up sooner if I had spent less time pouting, but it felt so unfair. I hadn’t had the easiest time fitting in at school in the first place, but I became a pariah the instant puberty was inflicted upon me. Eventually, I was able to get the physical aspect under control, but by then it was far too late. I had already acquired several nicknames that stuck with me until I moved here.

“Cheese Log.”

“Mil-Drip.”

“Milty Seed.”

I was almost relieved when they started calling me “Mildy Cheese” at the new school. Making fun of me because I had a stutter and a funny name was merciful by comparison. It was one reason I picked the last week of the school year to um… shoot my shot, I guess—By the time Mia told all her friends that I was a freak of nature, I’d be five-hundred miles away.

Thankfully, none of my mess had dried up yet. It became a nightmare to clean when that happened. I filled the bucket with cold water and dropped the mop in to soak. That was another lesson I had learned the hard way. Hot water—

…

_Oh dear…_

I ran down the stairs recklessly enough that I almost tumbled down to the basement. At the bottom, I turned the knob and pushed. The sound of running water echoed around the steamy room. I looked over to the showers and found Mia lounging. Her hair was filled with gummy white bits. It looked like she had smashed a hardboiled egg into her scalp.

Too late. If she wasn’t mad before? She would be now.

“M-Mia? I—I’m sorry about that… I um… I hav-ve a stronger shampoo that will…” I trailed off, realizing as I approached that she had fallen asleep. I sighed in relief. It would seem my stay of execution had been extended, so to speak. At least I had time to shower before the hot girl murdered me in my own home.

As I turned to enter the other shower, I was forced to reconsider whether that was a blessing or a curse—The bright-pink silicone cock sleeve on the wall made me yearn for death. I suppose I forgot to take it down and hide it after I showered earlier. Did she see it? She had to have seen it. It couldn’t have been more noticeable if it glowed in the dark.

I pulled it from the mount and set it down onto the shower floor. Admittedly, the mounting plate didn’t look any less discreet, but I tried to put it out of my mind as much as possible.

I went about washing myself… admittedly stealing the occasional glance at Mia’s peacefully sleeping form. I tried to push that from my mind too, with more limited success. I still felt awful about what happened in the kitchen… but there was a part of me that _really_ enjoyed it. It didn’t help that her soft, jet-black hair just made it stand out even more.

Mia Kamiya was… well, she was everything that I wasn’t. She was what you would get if you showed an angel how to use Instagram—a body sculpted by divine hands, and a heart filled with vanity and pride. I had a crush from the instant I saw her, but things began to escalate after the school year started. I admit that I became a little obsessed at a certain point… but that’s a long story.

God, why was I so weird?

In my admiration of her form, I failed to notice my growing arousal until it bumped softly against the cool marble, which abruptly snapped me back to reality. I quickly turned the temperature down, hoping the cold water would help my rapidly expanding problem… but no. Though it left the rest of me shivering after a few minutes, my erection was completely undeterred.

I sighed and mounted the sleeve back onto the wall. Mia had already put up with it twice, and judging by the way she kept staring, it clearly grossed her out. Not to mention that she conveniently “forgot” about letting me top her as soon as she saw it fully erect. I… can’t say that I blamed her though.

I turned the water pressure as high as it would go in hopes that the water might drown out the noise. After I lubed up, I glanced over my shoulder a final time to make sure Mia was still asleep and then thrust inside.

The toy stretched around my girth. The top bulged obscenely as my tip expanded the walls beyond their normal capacity. I moaned softly, checking again to make sure Mia hadn’t stirred. Satisfied that she was still asleep, I began to work myself in and out. My eyes drifted closed, and my mind wandered into a familiar fantasy…

_I stood in a deserted locker room and finally started to change after everyone else had cleared out. A voice from behind made me jump._

_“Heyyyyy, Mildy…”_

_I turned around just as Mia’s naked body pressed up against me. Feeling the rush of heat to my groin, I quickly squeezed my legs together as I felt my cock starting to stir. Mia leaned into me until my back bumped against the locker, leaving me little room to retreat._

_“H-h-h-hi… M-Mia…”_

_“Listen, I need a quick five hundo and I hear you’ve got cash,” Mia swooned, softly stroking my cheeks._

_I nodded, completely hypnotized by her plump lips hovering inches from my neck._

_“It just so happens that I have something little virgin girl-cocks can’t get enough of…” She stood on her toes, and rubbed her heavenly cheek against mine as her lips approached my ear, “…and it’s a **total** steal at $500…”_

_My hand didn’t consult my brain before it fished a wad of bills out of my bag, and handed the money over without even bothering to count it. Her demeanor completely changed as soon as she got what she wanted. She slipped the folded cash into her phone case and gave me a tiny peck on the cheek._

_“Alright, horse face. You’ve got three minutes…” Mia scoffed as she laid back on a bench and lifted her legs to expose her pussy. She didn’t even look at me as I disrobed, loudly watching videos on her phone._

_I hastily approached and shoved inside. The tight, soft folds stretched around me. I moaned. Mia yipped in surprise—finally looking down at her overstuffed pussy._

_”O-Oh… oh my god… Th-… that ain’t real, is it? What the fuck!?”_

_Her words barely reached my brain before my hips thrust forward, and buried more inside her. She continued to scream vulgar abuse between her stifled whines of pleasure._

_”OHH!… Oh my god. Aaahhhnnn… **MMM**hhh… Fucking… horse face… has a cock to match…”_

_She hid her face in her hands and tried to stifle herself while I worked into a rhythm. Her phone clacked against the tile, dropped from her hand as her wet vulva slapped against my mons. The time showed that it had been 5 minutes. She was either blissfully unaware, or she no longer cared._

_”Sssstop… you’re gonna… you’re gonna ruin my pussy…” she moaned and wrapped her legs around me, “Your gross fucking horse cock is gonna break me!”_

_I pressed my body down against hers and fucked her deeply against the bench. The little bump of her distended tummy poked against me every time I thrust home. She started to squirm playfully as my thrusts became more desperate._

_“Y-you better not put that disgusting cum inside me! You could knock me up! It’s so thick that it’ll never come out! You’ll mark my beautiful pussy forever!!”_

_Each sentence shamefully heightened my arousal… and she knew it._

_“No one has ever cum this deep raw before! I’ll get pregnant for sure! I don’t want to have your gross nerd babies!”_

_“M-my parents are… I’ve got a job lined up after University… I can buy you whatever you want.”_

_“You just want to ruin my perfect body with your gross incel spooge!” She wrapped her arms around me, and hooked her feet around my waist, “Mildred Cheese, I will ruin your fucking life if you get me pregnant…”_

_In spite of my rational mind, my hips wouldn’t stop. Ashamed and at the mercy of my lust, my copious release poured into Mia’s moist, velvety-soft depths. Her belly swelled slightly as my tip kissed her cervix, and spewed seed into her fertile womb. Streams of excess semen globbed out around my cock, and down her perfect ass. When I finished, the sound of stringy semen dripping from the gooey stalactites on the bench to the puddle below was audible throughout the room._

_As I laid on top of her, our bodies sticky with sweat, she yanked my hair to pull my ear to her lips._

_“You think I’m mean now? Wait until you see me preggers, Mildy… You’re my fucking bitch for life, understand? If I gotta take your last name, I’ll take your fucking soul too!”_

_“I-I understand…”_

_“Good girl… now clean up this fucking mess. Your hands are all gross and sweaty… so use your mouth instead.”_

_“Y-yes, Mia…” I would moan, sticking my tongue out to lick up my release from her cream-filled cunt._

##### ♛

I must’ve dozed off because the next thing I remember is having the feeling that someone was standing over me. Confused and half-asleep, I opened an eye. Millie smiled down at me warmly.

“Good morning, Mia… I tried not to wake you… I just need to clean my pipes, so keep still…”

“H-huh…?”

I felt a warm stream across my cheek. Wait… was she…?

“You seemed to be enjoying the warm shower so much… I couldn’t resist,” Millie sighed.

_She was peeing on me!?_

I reached out to swing at whatever parts I could hit as blind rage and disgust took control of me. She caught my arm with one hand, effortlessly twisted it behind me, and dropped her knee onto my back to keep me steady. I screamed in disgust, still trying to worm my way out of her grip by the time the lukewarm stream started to taper off.

“Aahh… all better…” Millie let out a little shiver and a sigh of relief as she shook the last few drops off across my face.

“**_I’m gonna fucking ki—_**”

My threat was cut off by her soft cock snaking across my tongue. I bit down with everything that I had, my rage-filled heart anxiously awaiting a howl of pain and the taste of blood… but it never came.

I opened my eyes as I realized that my teeth wouldn’t sink into it. It was like biting into hardened leather or something. There was a tiny squish, but after that, it was completely unyielding. Completely dumbfounded, I tilted my head to look at Millie’s warm, smiling face.

_“WEGGO!”_

“M-Mia, please…” Millie giggled, “I-If you keep looking at me like that, I’m gonna… get hard… again…”

I already felt it starting to twitch and grow in my mouth. I pounded her hips and thighs with my free hand.

_“WEGGO! THOO ‘IIG!”_

Millie moaned as I panicked, the cock in my mouth already pushing down my throat. I squirmed, clawed, punched, and bit. Nothing even made her flinch. If anything, it just made her hog swell even faster. I looked up at her again, starting to get desperate as it was getting big enough to choke me. As on-brand as it would be for me to die choking on a dick, I wasn’t super-stoked about it happening before I even got to ho it up at college. She finally pulled it out just as my vision was starting to fade.

“**_What the fuck is wrong with you!? Let go of me, you fucking freak!_**” I screamed.

I swung again, but nothing seemed to phase her. It was like I picked a prison fight with Wonder Woman or something.

“Shh… you’re so cute when you’re trying to be tough,” She slapped her weighty dick across my cheek a few times, “…but you’re being so mean! Making such a big fuss… like you don’t enjoy it at all!”

I was trying to keep up the bad bitch act because I didn’t want to give her the satisfaction. I cannot stress how hard it is to do that when the nerdy virgin has her fucking elephant dick resting on your face.

“**_I don’t, you stupid cunt! Let me go!_**”

She stepped around me and straddled the bench. I felt her cock leave another slimy trail of precum as it dragged down my back.

“You had me so confused! Your little cock got so hard… but you acted so angrily! But now I’ve finally figured it out…” Millie pushed her cock up against my pussy as I struggled to free myself from the air-tight hold she had on my arm, “You’re just a paper tiger, aren’t you? You’ve been _begging me_ to put in your place since you got here, right?”

I opened my mouth to scream at her some more, but found myself without the words once I felt her cock rubbing up against my dripping pussy. My cock twitched uncomfortably, smashed between the bench and my body. _Oh my god, she was right… Why was I enjoying this so much? What did she do to me!?_

“I’m sorry I didn’t take the hint before. You were sending me **_so_** many signals, but I’m just so oblivious sometimes…”

My face felt like it was on fire. I tried to bring my other hand up to hide behind it, but she pulled it back to join the other one and locked her harpy talons around my wrists.

“Don’t worry, Mia… you don’t have to talk. I understand you. You’re a filthy, submissive, size queen whore… but your ego is too big for you to admit it! So you’ll never be happy until someone pins you down and fucks you like the subby little bottom brat you are!”

I opened my mouth to scream again, but my vocal cords stopped responding as her behemoth smashed through the gates. I squirmed around like a dying fish, my mouth agape as my body tried to adjust. My pussy squirted and squeezed around her as I climaxed, my completely neglected cock squirting another load onto the bench and against my tummy.

“Mmm… See?~” Millie hummed, gently working her length inside, and stretching me deep, “Your pussy knows its master. We just need to work on your stubborn little brain…”

I still groaned and kicked, but even I realized that my resistance was performative at this point. Even though it was completely humiliating, it felt _so fucking **good**_. A weak, pitiful orgasm rippled through me with every single inch she shoved inside. My pussy behaved like a good little cock sleeve, even as I kicked and screamed.

“Keep telling yourself that, you freak! Your nasty, unsnipped dick isn’t going to give me anything but an infection!” I protested between my moans of pleasure.

Millie chuckled and leaned over me, resting her chin on my shoulder.

“I think I know something that’ll make you a little more honest…” She cooed, switching to much more shallow thrusts. Wait… was she about to…?

“M-Millie, pull out!” I moaned, looking over at her.

“Nope!” Millie chirped, nuzzling against my cheek, “Your sweet lips tell only lies, Mia Kamiya… but your pussy is being so very honest. I bet you’ll cum your stupid whore brains out when I put a bun in your oven, right?”

“M-Millie… I-I’m serious… I-it’s not safe today… you need to—“

I felt a familiar throbbing in her cock as she neared climax. I started to plead, accepting my helplessness.

“M-Millie! I-I’m sorry I lied! P-pull out, and I’ll—”

Millie bit her lip and hummed in delight.

“Okay! I-I’m a s-subby little b-bottom brat! I love y-your huge c—cock ruining my sl-slutty pussy—“

“I know,” Mia cooed, softly stroking my cheek, “You’ll make an excellent mommy…”

“NOOO—“ I screamed, as the first deluge of thick nut shot into my unprotected pussy.

##### ♟

I jumped awake, almost toppling off the bench. I would have liked to call it a nightmare, but fear wasn’t exactly my body’s first response. I huffed in frustration as I sat up, the heat in my nether too intense to ignore. That stupid dream had made me so horny that I couldn’t stand it.

I heard quiet moans coming from the other shower, but the steam on the glass prevented me from seeing much. Once I crept out of my glass prison, I was able to get a better look.

Millie was completely lost, fucking a wall-mounted cock sleeve with reckless abandon. It was one of those disembodied pussy-ass-and-thighs things—the kind of sex toy that screams, “I’ve completely given up on getting another human to touch my boner.”

I wondered if they made them for giant freak dicks like Millie’s, or if she had to get it customized to accommodate elephants. She must have spent a fortune on it either way—not to mention the power tools she must’ve needed to install that fucking thing on a marble wall.

That’s about when I started to get angry. I fall asleep for ten minutes, and she had already moved on to a fucking pocket pussy? Hell no. The kid gloves were coming off. She wasn’t getting the “tell me if it hurts” treatment this time.

I was still dealing with some lingering frustration towards Dream Millie too. Real Millie was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.

##### ♕

*“Hi, Millie!”* Mia hugged me tightly from behind precisely at the moment I reached my peak, “Having some fun without me?”

Her warm, wet body squished against my back as my cock belched wads of sticky cum into the masturbator. I tried to compose myself, but I can’t say that I was very successful. It… wasn’t the most dignified scene, certainly—something I’m sure Mia reveled in. I have to admit that my body definitely responded to the treatment.

“N-no, I-I just… I d-didn’t—”

“Whatcha thinking about? Looked like you were having fun…”

I tried to avoid looking, but she put a hand to my face, and guided my eyes to hers. Mia Kamiya had the face of an angel and the eyes of a demon; her gaze pierced through to your very soul. She could make you feel however she wanted without a single word.

I was sure she knew. I didn’t know how that would be possible, but I nearly had a panic attack trying to think of a way to explain myself.

“W-well… um… th-the u-usual…” I looked back down at the sleeve, bulging with my trapped release—anything to avoid her eyes.

“Oh?” She pressed firmly against me, and her perfect breasts squished against my back, “How about you let me help?”

“W-well, I just fin—”

Mia started rubbing her thick cock between my thighs, petting my neglected kitty with her perfect specimen. I trailed off into a hoarse moan as my cock surged back to life. I saw Mia’s eyes light up. and she reached over to play with the toy.

“Oooh, this thing looks pretty expensive… What’s this button do?”

She didn’t wait for an answer before pushing it, but the soft WHIIRRRRR of the vibrations gave her the answer. I writhed as the sensations overwhelmed me.

“M—Mia… um… I-I can’t cum w-with just… the vibe…aaaahhhnnn…”

“Don’t worry, Mildy… You’ll be squirting in no time…”

The head of her cock brushed against my vulva and buried itself inside me an instant later. It wasn’t like when she penetrated me on the couch. It wasn’t rough, but it certainly wasn’t compassionate either. It was like she had forgotten my pussy was anything but a tool for her pleasure. I braced myself against the wall, overstimulated into a breathless silence.

“Ooooh, Millie…” She swooned, her arms tight around my chest, “T-take it… all…”

Hearing my name amongst her sweet, sensual moans almost pushed me over the edge by itself. I felt… desired. Maybe even a little… sexy? It was something of a new feeling for me. My brain was so fogged with arousal that I almost didn’t notice…

“M-Mia, are you wearing a c-c-cond—”

“No… f-fucking this cunt… _raw_,” Mia laughed, her face swimming with ecstasy, “I’ll pull out. Don’t worry…”

The look in her eyes told me otherwise. For a moment, I considered letting her. My pussy wanted it so badly. My rational mind eventually burst through the fog, though I would come to regret that it did…

“B-but we could… um… d-diseases…?” I muttered.

Mia stopped, clearly a little upset at the implication. Things suddenly seemed very quiet as the mood plummeted.

Why? Why was I like this?

“Fine,” She huffed, pulling her cock from my pussy.

I started to turn around to apologize.

“M-Mia… I-I’m s—”

“How’s THIS?” Mia slipped the tip of her girthy cock into my ass with a rather shocking fluidity of motion.

My mouth fell agape. My ass twitched and spasmed around the thick intruder. Mia bit her lip and shuddered with pleasure as my untrained hole squeezed her cockhead.

“Mmh… congrats, Mildy,” She sang, reveling in the sensation, ”There goes another V card…”

“Nnngh… M-Mia it feels weird… I-I—”

“Shhhh… relax, Millie. We’re almost at the fun part…”

“B-But…”

“Y’know what comes with a big fat girl cock on a little skinny nerd?”

“M-Mia… I don’t—”

Before I could finish the sentence, she slammed deep into my struggling anus.

“Oh… _god_ yes!” Mia moaned, taking a moment to enjoy the futile resistance of my internal muscles.

“Nnnhh… mmmhhnn…” If you’ve ever had anything past a certain size inserted back there, you know the sounds I made were as unflattering as they were involuntary.

“That’s right…” Mia continued, “…a big, fat, extra-sensitive butt-slut button!”

I admit I had tried… experimenting with anal once or twice. I didn’t get past the uncomfortable stretching feeling before I stopped, and I certainly didn’t attempt it with anything nearly this thick. It was… nothing like I expected.

I scraped my nails against the marble as noises I’ve never heard before crawled through my clenched teeth. Completely overwhelmed, my cock belched streams of precum with every twitch of hers. The weird, uneasy feeling in my guts was hard to ignore, but her soft moans and warm body made me want to endure it.

I figured it would be like coffee, sort of. It tastes really bitter until you get used to it, but after you do, it becomes really enjoyable. Another part of me pointed out how stupid that sounded. If every cup of coffee came with a beer can shoved into your intestines, Starbucks probably would’ve gone out of business a long time ago.

“P-p-please… d-don’t move yet,” My voice sounded like a cartoon lizard.

She impatiently huffed and tapped her fingernails against my backside. It was a little strange how much I enjoyed that. Mia wanted to teach me a lesson now… and it was a lesson I very much wanted to be taught.

I swallowed hard and braced myself.

“O-Ok—“

I think Mia may have been right about the… “butt-slut button.”

She started fucking my ass with hard, snappy thrusts, and torturously slow retreats. Every time her cock passed my sweet spot, beads of cum forced their way from the tip of my cock, packing the overstuffed toy even tighter.

Her arms snaked around my body as she secured her grip tightly against me. Her hands cupped my breasts and began to massage them. My breath caught in my throat, and my whole body jumped a little.

“Wow… you made more of a fuss about that than when I crammed my dick up your ass…” Mia teased, “Awe Miwwie’s widdwe B-cups shenshitive…?”

I didn’t answer quickly enough, so she gave them a little pinch. I screamed. She smiled.

Feeling her soft hands on them was almost too much to handle. Despite how sensitive they were, I wasn’t able to orgasm that way… so her tender massage only served to make my frustratingly heightened arousal even worse.

The teasing went from playful to torturous as it dragged on. Mia’s hands worked my breasts like soft clay. Her shaft spread me wider than I would have thought possible, but the inconsistent, brief stimulation kept me from climax. The vibrations against my imprisoned cock had kept me inches from the edge for what felt like hours now.

“M-Mia… p-please let me cum…” I cautiously begged.

She pretended not to hear me.

“I-I’m s-sorry… for what I said. Y-you feel so g—good… please…”

She huffed and rolled her eyes. I expected a snide barb about my ill-advised disease comment earlier, or the gelled semen in her hair—both of which I would have deserved, admittedly.

“Oh… is your little stroker not doing it for you anymore?”

Wait… what? Was that what she was mad about? Why?

“N-no? I only—”

Mia’s long fingernails gently prodded my cheek as she cupped her hand over my mouth. I took it as my queue to stop talking. She put her lips up to my ear.

“Listen, Millie… I’m a self-respecting ho. Now, I know self-respect isn’t reaaaally your forte, so I’ll spell it out for you…”

Okay, that was… harsh. True… but harsh.

“Hiring me to fuck, and then beating off in the shower? Very disrespectful. It’s like unwrapping a Big Mac at a five-star restaurant. I’ll be very honest, dear Mildred…”

A cold chill ran down my spine as Mia’s voice dropped the temperature by at least 30 degrees, “…It makes me _fucking **mad**_.”

My feelings about the verbal beating were somewhat complicated. The fire in my loins told me that my body had comparatively simple feelings about it, however.

“I’m known to be _kind of a **bitch**”_ —Mia roughly pinched my nipples—“when someone makes me mad.”

My cry of pain and delight echoed around the large bathroom. For a moment, I thought I was going to cum, but Mia slowed her thrusts to a stop.

“I-I didn’t th—think—”

“No surprise there…” Mia cackled.

“I-I saw y-you in the show—er! I-It got hard a-again! I-I thought y-you’d be mad, so I just… I’m sorry!”

“Of course you got hard, stupid. I mean… just look at me,” Mia laughed, “You’re a smart girl, Millie… have I made myself clear?”

“Very cl-clear! I-I p-promise!”

“So who’s in charge of making you cum?”

“You a-are!”

“And what happens if you piss me off?”

“I-I d-don’t get to c—cum…”

A smile spread across her face as she pet my cheek. She started to adjust herself, and for a moment, I thought she was going to pull out… until she whispered in my ear again.

“I’m about to change your life, dweeb…”

Mia thrust forward, the new angle scraping her fat cockhead across my prostate. I had already started to cum by the second thrust, but Mia didn’t relent.

“M-M-Mi—“

Mia put her hand over my mouth with a little more force. Her fingernails dug into my cheek.

_“Shut your fucking mouth and **cum**, bitch!”_

My goopy load was already forcing itself into the over-packed cock sleeve by the time that sentence was over. The top swelled up until it started to wobble with every thrust. Mia didn’t slow down, though. If anything, she just fucked me even harder.

“Wanna see why even the ‘straight’ boys will suck my dick, Millie?” Mia’s breath was heavy with exertion and pleasure, and she let out a small laugh.

Before I had any hope of answering, her brutal fucking became more calculated. With small, shallow thrusts, she pounded my sweet spot like a battering ram. My eyes rolled back as I moaned through her fingers. I was still in the middle of my first ejaculation, but Mia quickly slammed me to the brink of another.

I braced myself against the wall when I started to lose control of my legs. My body didn’t seem to understand what was happening to it. I would have been a little confused myself if I had been able to think at the time.

My urethra stretched to the point of discomfort as double-sized wads were forced through it with every spurt. The bulging silicone toy exploded from the sheer amount, splattering two or three loads worth of backed-up semen across my body as thick globs continued to bubble up from my abused phallus.

My orgasm tapered off just as my legs were giving out. My softening cock dragged from the sleeve—escaping the suction with a wet _pop_.

My face slid down the cum-slick white marble as I fell to my knees. I was so exhausted that the cum-covered remnants of the silicone pussy felt like a soft pillow against my face.

I felt Mia’s delicate fingers grip my hair again as she pulled my face from the wall.

“Open wide, Millie…” She cooed sweetly, furiously stroking her cock.

In my half-lidded haze, I lunged forward to get my lips around it, but it moved back a little for some reason. Frustrated and dazed, I wrapped my arms around Mia’s hips and pulled. I hummed with satisfaction when my nose squished against her skin, and her warm cum began to spew into my throat.

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