This story isn't a fabrication. All events and dialogue are taken from my life. Some names have been changed to hide my identity.
My heart raced when I received his text, the last time I'd seen him other people had been around. In public, he was always friendly but a tad cold. I needed his touch, his abuse, his friendship. I don't think he's ever needed me. I raced down to greet him, my short gray dress barely covered my naked ass as I bounced down the stairs. Normally I wouldn't wear anything so short and risqué, but I wanted him to give me all of his primal lust.
Since I had moved into a new apartment, Jay didn't know which door to go to. I opened the door and walked onto the hard asphalt barefoot, he stood waiting for me by his expensive white car. His dad was an attorney, Jay was from old money. If it was his desire, he would never have to work a day in his life. His parents would give him everything as long as he stayed at home or close to them. In that moment I hated him, hated his lifestyle, hated that he was the quarterback when he was in high school, hated that he could have gone to any college he wanted to if he applied himself. But he'd never put his energy into anything. Not his education. Not his life. Not me. In the years I'd known him, he never struggled for anything.
Why am I doing this? This is wrong. He doesn't respect me, I'm just a girl to collect. A pretty butterfly to pin down, inspect, show off and forget. He thinks I'm beneath him, I'm never going to be a part of his world. I hate him.
I thought to myself, but my feet carried me to him. Already my body was betraying me. Like always. Maybe one day I'll be in control of my libido over my brain, but this was not that night.
"Hello, pet." He made these simple words sound like a sexual purr, deep and commanding. Broad shoulders and masculine presence enveloped me as he reached an arm around me. A hand slipped underneath my dress in the middle of the driveway, we both knew anyone could be watching. Right next to my apartment was a church, I'm not religious but I felt a little guilty. A priest or nun might be watching, horrified at our public display. A loud slap echoed across the conservative neighborhood, my ass stung and I wanted more. With that, everything changed. I didn't hate him anymore, I wanted him inside of me.
"Hello daddy." I reached for his other hand and drew his finger into my mouth, swirling my tongue around sensually and swallowed it down to his knuckle. I wore his favorite lip-gloss, it reflected light perfectly and made my lips look shiny like a whore's. Perhaps my best feature are my lips, full with well defined arches and soft bottom lip.
"Did you miss me?" His green eyes filled with lust as he watched me such his finger, his other hand grabbed my ass harshly and turned me around. I felt so small next to him, although I'm not a short girl his height and mass always made me feel tiny. It was no secret why his days as a football player where so successful. He pulled his finger away from my mouth with an audible pop, and wiped the spit off on my upper thigh like I was a rag.
"Mmhm. So much. It hasn't been the same without you around." Small talk wasn't on my mind, but it came babbling out of my mouth without my will. I told him about my week, the plans of moving, who else I had seen before leaving, and what I was going to do when I got there. I wanted to remain a seductive vixen around him, but something about his presence made me lose all of that swagger. I felt so young, even though he and I are the same age. Although he encourages my words, he doesn't reply much to me. When we got to the door, I opened it and gestured for him to go first.
"No. Go inside." Deep baritone, his voice changed to his dominant tone, that voice alone made my pussy wet and turned a switch in my brain from competent girl to mindless cumslut. I followed his direction, the narrowness of the doorway forced me to press against him as I entered. The softness of my dress pressed against his hand. "Bend over the stairs, bitch."
Is he going to fuck me on the stairs?
I wondered frantically, my roommate was probably upstairs, there was no way of knowing if he would come home soon or not. Again I listened to him, my little dress rising up and leaving part of my ass exposed. He made me stay that way as he closed the door and locked it, even though he'd never been in the house before he acted like he knew exactly what to do. I felt his hand brush over my skin, he slipped a finger inside of my pussy and finger fucked me, I kept silent in fear that someone would be around. " Squeal for me, piggy." He commanded, and added another finger inside of me with increased speed. I was terrified of being heard, but more terrified of not listening to his words. The excitement and force made me cum, my hands gripped the stairs and high-pitched noises escaped my lips, I've always sounded like a porn star and this was no exception. Wild and helpless. With a little tap on my ass, he indicated for me to stand. "Good girl. Keep going."
"Yes daddy." I got up and continued up the stairs, I tried to adjust my dress to cover me but he stopped my hand and told me he liked watching my round ass. I never knew that he liked my ass, he rarely ever paid me compliments so I blushed, and attempted to hide my embarrassment. I wanted him to think I was calm and collected and ready to have shameless sex, not a blushing shy mess. He was still his high school stereotype, a spoiled jock. Underneath I still had my stereotype, the quiet well behaved art girl that avoided the jocks and stayed in her own little world. His world was just so different from mine. We entered my room, I panicked over the state it was in. I'd cleaned up before he came, but he was so much harsher about neatness than I ever would be. Of course he hardly ever cleaned himself, but he was raised traditionally that woman where supposed to clean and cook. Whenever I visited his parent's house, it was perfectly spotless. As a child my parents had a maid, she didn't keep the house as spotless as Jay's mother. Would my room live up to his standards? Probably not. Boxes where stacked neatly as possible, but still not perfect.
"What do you want to do pet?" His soft purr of a voice interrupted the train of my insecure thoughts. I looked up at his face. Had he always had perfect bone structure? Perfectly symmetrical cheekbones with expressive eyes.
"I-" I paused, I wanted to drop to my knees and start worshiping his cock but didn't. It was too hard to initiate with him standing there, imposing and hard to read. "I don't know."
"I thought we could talk and you could give me back rubs for a while." He flopped down on the queen sized bed stomach first, his back available for my nails to run down it. I hated cuddling with him. It always made my head spin, it was easier to keep it to be just sex and domination. It got complicated when he took genuine interest in my life. Reluctantly, I laid down in bed and waited for him to join me. After going to the bathroom and cleaning himself off like he wanted, he sprawled out on the bed stomach first taking up most of the room. Again, I felt tiny.
My hand trailed idly down his back, he loved the feeling of my sharp fingernails over his skin. He called it giving him a massage or back rub, but really it was really more gentle worship of his back. Much to my dislike, he brought up subjects of the past and how things had started to go wrong with us, I didn't want to talk about that. It made me feel horrible about myself, worthless and stupid for trusting him in all the way that I had. It was hard not to believe the words he told me, that my insecurities had all been in my mind and that he'd never abandon or betray me. That I wasn't disposable, he claimed he put too much work into my pussy and into my life for him to ever disappear. I wanted to believe him but couldn't, I had watched all the other girls he used and then forgot. He was a playboy through and through, and I could never forget that. No matter how much I loved him, he wold never love me. He would never even like me or see me as a friend.
In order to change his mind that talking was a good idea, I trailed my fingernails over his butt and slowly kissed down his back, sliding my hot wet tongue over his shoulders and lower. He loved it when I used my tongue all over him, it made me feel like a slut or a dog, but his encouraging words always made me forget my dignity or worry. "Goddamn that feels good, I've missed this. You're so good at everything you do."
I left a wet line of spit down his back, trailing my fingernails over the back of his thighs and edging over the crack of his ass, still going down further. I was still a little shy and uncomfortable about licking his ass, but it was the only way I could fully distract him from wanting to talk. If he continued, eventually I'd blurt out the reason I was moving away was him. My lips reached the top of his asshole, my tongue darted out and tentatively nudged the sensitive skin. "Keep on going slut." I licked deeper, spreading his ass cheeks with my hands and pleasured him with my slutty tongue. His ass never tasted much like anything, maybe sweat and the residue of soap. Clean, every part of him scrubbed and scented with soap or cologne. People that didn't know him well would assume he was laid back. He was anything but. "Fuck yeah bitch. That's right." His deep voice encouraged me, I slid my tongue in a circle around his asshole and flicked the tip back and forth with extreme speed.
"Daddy, I want to taste your cock." I teased his balls from underneath with my tongue, making him jump slightly.
"You haven't earned it yet, bitch." His words made my pussy tighten and throb, I loved it when he made me earn the right to suck his dick. I slobbered over his asshole like he wanted, and nudged his balls again.
"Turn over. I want to touch your chest, and lick your ears." After a few more moments of my tongue in his ass he complied, I curled up in the corner of his arm and trailed my fingers down his chest, carefully avoiding touching his dick. My lips close to his ear, I whispered "I can't wait to taste your cock, I want to feel it slammed down my throat choking me. Make me cum by fucking my throat, you know how I like it. How I need it." My shyness was slowly fading, I lightly played with his balls, my wet tongue covering his ear and nibbling gently.
"You'll get what you need soon enough piggy." I whined quietly, my tongue covering his neck determined to make him lose control, grab my hair and force me down on his hard cock. "How well did you shave that pussy?"
"Uhm, I'm getting a lot better at it." When we first started having sex, I didn't shave my pussy. He made it clear it was something he wanted, so I obliged- it took longer than I thought it would to get the hang of it, but I finally discovered the secret. Baby oil. It made my skin soft, smooth and hairless. His hand reached down and played with my shaved cunt, opening my lips apart and sliding his finger along my clit.
"Open your legs whore." He commanded, I obeyed automatically without hesitation. His orders always made me move before I could even think them through. With a loud slap he hit my cunt, the pleasure and pain made me gasp and almost brought me to orgasm right there. "You like that little piggy?" I nodded, he slapped my sensitive area again, harder this time. I cried out, wanton and wanting more. "Such a dirty slut. You going to miss being abused by me?" I nodded, he stroked my clit in a circular motion until I cried out again. He rewarded my orgasm with another harsh slap to my clit and had me clean off his fingers with my mouth. "Tell me what you are."
