This was my writing sample for an ERP that did not go anywhere but I put a little too much effort into it, so I’ve decided to post it here.
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“Jason, your Tuesday appointment is here!” Tommy called from the from the entrance of the Delta Upsilon Chi house.
‘Stacy’s early,’ I thought to myself as I stood from the couch where my frat brothers and I were playing video games.
I stretched and popped my back, my abs poking out from my open button up shirt a little bit. I stop at the mirror to tousle my hair a bit and make sure I’m presentable. I have to bend my knees a bit since they mirror was placed perfectly for someone 6′ tall, not someone 6′ 5″. Once I’m satisfied, I saunter over to the door.
“Hey, Sta-” I begin as I move into the entrance.
That’s when I notice you standing in the entrance: a short Asian woman with long, black hair tied in a ponytail, black lipstick on her full lips, a pair of fishnet tights and black heels laid on top of the skimpy black G-string thong covering your freshly waxed pussy. You wore a tight t-shirt crop top that was so thin it was basically see through with “WHITE OWNED” in bold letters on the front. And to top it all off, around your neck was a black leather leash, with a silver chain leash hanging from the front, hanging between your breasts. It was hot, it was bold, it was exactly what I described in that one drunk text I only half remember sending you on Friday. There was just one teeny, tiny problem:
“You’re not Stacy,” I say after a few seconds.
‘Oh, right, Stacy is my Wednesday appointment. Phuc Mito is my Tuesday appointment,’ I realized before shrugging and pulling you to my room by the hand.
“Ok, Mito,” I inform you nonchalantly, “Stacy will be here in ten minutes. So you have three minutes to get me off before I have to get ready for her.”
You swallowed whatever complaints you were going to make when I said you only had three minutes. You didn’t even complain I called you Mito instead of whatever your real name was. I’m still very proud of that name, since that’s what you were: Phuc Mito, the Asian fuck meat addicted to my white meat. And you’ve been swallowing my cum the longest out of all my sluts, so the least I can do is give you three minutes.
You got on your knees before I even finished closing the door, just like I trained you. And you were desperately trying to shove all 8+ inches of my white cock down your throat moments later. Eventually, you’re able to leave a black ring of lipstick at the base of of my cock. I could see a look of triumph intermingled with pleasure on your face. It’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen; not because you made it to the base of my cock but because I know you’re trying so hard to drive my other sluts away.
Because you knew it was only a matter of time before you were replaced. You knew you were only getting older while there was an endless stream of young sluts that I could train to do what you did. You knew some of them could be even better at taking my dick than you. I bet you even knew that yours weren’t the only Asian holes I’d used this week, and it was only Tuesday. In all honesty, I would’ve dropped you already if you weren’t so fucking eager to be my plaything and take my cum.
I was taken out of the moment by a notification on my phone. You sped up and even started fondling my balls to keep me from checking it. We both knew it wouldn’t work but I loved that you tried. And it’s a good thing it didn’t work as I read the two word message:
*I’m here <3 – Stacy*
“Shirt, slut,” I immediately commanded, a desperate plan hatching in my head.
You obeyed immediately and excitedly. Excitement which quickly died as I used your shirt to clean my cock instead of letting continue worshiping it. Dread and desperation soon replaced it when I forced you to your feet.
“Sorry, Mito, but your time’s up,” I said, stuffing your dirty shirt into your mouth before you could start begging and pushing you into my closet, “Now be a good slut and be quiet.”
Without another look, I locked you in my closet. And not a moment too soon as Stacy knocks on my door. I open it and let the smoking blonde bimbo slut into my room. And she immediately mounts me, shoving my cock into her tight and eager pussy.
This means two things:
1) Stacy wasn’t wearing any panties. *Nice*
2) Stacy was in a rush, so I had five minutes to fuck her, tops. *Less nice*
As I directed my entire focus on Stacy, I had one consolation: when Stacy left, you were not only going to be wet and ready; you were going to be so desperate to prove you were better than Stacy. You’re not Stacy but you still have two tight holes and a mouth, so you’ll do. And I now had my entire afternoon free to play with you.
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Hope you all enjoyed it. May or may not expand on this, since it’s not really the kind of story I normally write but if people enjoyed it, I do have some follow up ideas.
I also have a few other ERP applications that didn’t go anywhere, so I might clean those up and post them here as well.
~ Mr. JYP
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/shv47o/phuc_mito_mff_wmaf_bdsm_degredation_cheating_used