She got a knock on the door 5 minutes after I left the first time I had my way with her. It was her neighbor, checking to make sure she was okay, wondering if the police needed to be involved. I felt bad. What happens in the bedroom is meant to stay there, and I didn’t mean to embarrass her by making her stand in front of her neighbor shortly after being completely used.
But she wasn’t embarrassed. In fact, she wanted more. I guess we unlocked something in her that day, and she trusted me enough to invite me over again, and again, and again. Over the course of 6 months, for one or two hours a week, she stopped being a person. Sometimes she would look at me and tell me that she was shocked by how much she enjoyed it, but I would just run my fingers through her hair and tell her that she just needed to meet the right guy who appreciated her in ways that other guys weren’t capable off.
I’d make her answer the door with a beer in hand, and if she forgot then she would get a hard slap across the face. If she tried sitting on the couch next to me I’d take a firm grip on her hair and ask her why she wasn’t on her knees.
I’d watch her unbuckle my belt and work on the button on my jeans while I told her that she could relax again after she made me cum.
I wouldn’t let her pull my cock free immediately. I’d make her run her hand over my boxer briefs, feeling the outline of my cock pulling against the fabric.
“Who would have ever thought that such a cute girl would be so happy being turned into a little cum dumpster.”
I’d wrap my hand around her throat and ask her if anyone knew what kind of whore she was turning into.
“Well, I guess your neighbors do.” Id tell her, guiding her head down. Id let her start off at her own pace but once her jaw warmed up a bit id take control back. I enjoyed feeling her struggle against my hand while I forced my cock down her throat. I would listen to her choke and gag until she couldn’t take much more and then id pull her head back up.
“Do you think your neighbor across the hall is listening in on us again? Just in case he’s eavesdropping why don’t you tell him what you are.”
“I’m your cumdumpster.” She would reply. That turned into her favorite way of describing herself.
“Such a good girl. Next time your neighbors mention anything you give them my phone number so I can tell them to mind their own fucking business.”
I stood up and pushed her face into the couch cushion, positioning myself behind her. After the first week I learned to put a pillow beneath her knees to help avoid rug burn. I realize that sounds kind of ridiculous considering how I already treated her but it’s important to still let the person know that you care about them in the little ways. Especially when you straddle her and start pumping inside.
I’d admire the fading bruises from the way I spanked her the previous week and I’d spank her again. Hard. She loved the bruises. I looked at them as a way of marking my property and I’d tell her as much. I tried to push her boundaries, assuming at some point I would do or say something that would cross the line. But she never once told me that I went too far.
“You might be a beautiful, intelligent girl, but this right here is what you’re good for.” I’d explain to her, pumping deeper inside. I’d make her hold my belt in her teeth just in case I wanted to use it to spank or choke her.
“How does that make you feel?” Id ask her. She’d moan through the belt and I’d continue talking dirty to her. Once I got bored with that position I’d send her to the bedroom and tell her to lay back on the edge of the bed. Id continue talking while spreading her legs open.
She asked me if I would mind if she used a toy if her own, and I watched her lay a vibrator down on her clit while I filled her. She brought herself to an intense, shrieking climax and I did my best not to get in the way. Her hands and face went numb and she looked at me and screamed “I want you to fuck me like a whore!” I slapped her across the face for making a demand but was more than happy to pick up the pace. The room filed with the sound of my thighs clapping against the back of her legs. I could feel my balls tighten up, and I knew I had to make a quick decision about where I wanted to cum.
I grabbed her legs and pulled her into me, simultaneously pushing deeper. I watched her eyes light up when she felt the first warm splash of cum. I kept her pinned in place, making sure I didn’t waste a drop.
I got dressed and went back to the bedroom. She was still laid out, cum leaking out of her. I set a bottle of water down next to the bed and left. She sent me a thank you text and asked me if I’d come over the following week.
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