The following is a work of erotic fanfiction. The events depicted in this story did not occur and have no basis in reality. They do not accurately depict the persons mentioned. All characters depicted are over 18 years of age.
Please be aware that this story contains heavy themes of degradation, mainly revolving around misogyny and some raceplay. Be sure to read every tag before continuing.
A Cock-Eyed Kiss
"What the hell?" Emiru replied instantly, doing her best to conceal her flushed cheeks. She thought that mentioning her boyfriend might keep Josh and his fat cock at bay, but he didn't waste a single breath of air before, yet again, taking the conversation too far.
Josh expressed his dissatisfaction by shaking his head. "Jesus, what now? That's one of the tamest fucking questions I could've started with."
"No, it's too far," Emi argued, doing her best to temper Josh's expectations of their little arrangement. "Way too far. You're still a stranger! And you don't need to know that kind of stuff to help me."
Her reluctance wasn't for nothing. Emi had, in fact, been spanked before. Not by Mizkif, but by an ex-girlfriend. An old lover that introduced a paddle into their relationship. She only ever used it on Emi a few times, but it was still a bizarre experience that was engrained into Emi's core memories. Despite being able to answer Josh with an interesting response, she wasn't about to reveal that information to an opportunistic fuckboy.
"Are you really that much of a prude?" Josh asked her with growing irritation. "It's just a question. Fucking words! Who gives a shit? No wonder your boyfriend can't keep it up. Jesus!"
Emi let out a slack-jawed gasp. In Josh's sudden attitude change, her awareness of the whole situation became heightened.
Josh, the handsome prick of a stranger, stood there with his belt undone, only a foot away from her bed. He towered over her as she laid in her bed, surely capable of doing anything and everything he wanted to her, even if she resisted. When she resisted, that is. Because, of course, she would resist. The outline of his tree trunk cock could still be seen through his jeans, which thoroughly annoyed Emi. It's like he was bragging just by standing there, and suddenly, a voice echoed through her head.
Just.. stay away from him, okay?
Fucking hell. The angel on her shoulder was reminding her of her boyfriend's recent request. As if she didn't have enough on her mind at the moment. Though, it had been his only request, borne of his personal insecurities, and she was already ignoring it.
It was safe to say that Mizkif would not be ecstatic to find Josh inside of her bedroom. He'd surely never let her forget about it, either. Years could pass without incident and he'd still probably bring it up just to annoy her. Just like he did with that dude in Tampa.
A few members of OTK had gone to Florida for a convention the year prior, and they met a guy who ended up being pretty cool, so he hung around after the convention and went bar hopping with them. At the end of the night, the guy exchanged phone numbers with Esfand, and then asked Emi for hers as well. Seeing how Esfand didn't hesitate to provide his, Emi saw no reason to either and proceeded to give him her number.
Right next to Mizkif.
Silent chaos ensued shortly thereafter. Her boyfriend was infuriatingly passive-aggressive on the Uber ride home and for a few days after as well. A massive fight erupted after Emiru finally asked him why he just couldn't let it go, and the two predictably never came to an understanding about the issue. Since that encounter, Miz took every opportunity to ask if she wanted to give out her phone number to any slightly attractive man they came across.
Emiru just had to avoid that at all costs.
Just then, the impatient stud snapped his fingers in Emi's face and slapped her right cheek softly, bringing her back to reality. "Hello? Anyone fucking home?"
"Ugh, fuck you," Emi finally grunted back. The slap caught her off guard. Despite promising to succumb to his sexual guidance, she just couldn't do it. Not easily, anyway. "Don't talk to me like that and don't fucking slap me. I'm not like the whores you fuck around with. Don't you ever fucking confuse me for one of them."
Her defiance was fierce.
"Fat chance of that happening," Josh replied with a scoff. "They were actually fucking memorable."
Emi's hostility was on high at the moment, but his comment actually stung her pride. "What's that supposed to mean?" she asked out of spiteful curiosity. She didn't want to need his validation, but she did. At least a little bit of it.
"What I mean is.. you're fucking bland, and the girls I've been with weren't. Those girls are all babes. I mean, you're complaining about not keeping Miz hard, but your problem is right in front of you. Think about it. What's more interesting to a guy? A broad who won't answer a simple question or a smoking hot chick who's not afraid to act like a cumslut?"
Everything was fucking sexual to this dude, but Emi gave him some leeway since their conversation was based around her frustrations in the bedroom.
When she didn't answer right away, Josh continued. "A whore sticks in a guy's head for weeks. Months, even.. if she's good enough. Just thinking about the things I did to that last one.. haha. That's enough to get me hard. But you! Fucking hell. I'm starting to think you couldn't get me hard even if you wanted to."
Emiru's inner ego monster was bubbling with anger. She was frustrated with Josh's constant teasing, with her boyfriend's soft fucking dick and temper tantrums, with her pussy that kept gushing every time she glanced down at Josh's bulge, and most importantly, with herself.
She didn't want to be a prude. She wasn't a prude. Not at heart. She made fun of prudes and Karens and teacher's pets and brown nosers all her life.
She was just trying to be loyal to her boyfriend. That didn't make her a prude.
Did it?
"Stop fucking lying," Emi barked back. She wasn't going to take his bullshit. She emphasized her next sentence by directing her eyes down towards Josh's obvious bulge. "I can literally see how hard you are right now! And you've been like that for a while! Not.. not that I've been looking, but it's just obvious. You're hard just from talking to me, and I'm not even trying to turn you on. I'm just sitting here!"
Josh looked down at his own groin and laughed. She thought this was him being hard.
He paused for a moment and decided his next move felt right. Enough time had been wasted.
With one swift movement, he lowered his jeans and his briefs down to his ankles, releasing his mighty kraken of a cock.
True to his word, his dick didn't appear to be hard, but Emi's eyes were glued to it still. It was fucking huge. The impressive girth, the way it hung low from its own weight, the fucking length.. it was hard not to stare. He was definitely a shower, and she cursed herself for egging him on so much. He called her stupid bluff. Why she thought he wouldn't now seemed like a moronic assumption. He was probably dying for an opportunity to show off.
Even in his semi erect state, it was still the biggest dick she had ever laid eyes on.
"Uhhh," Emiru hesitated. She wanted to scream. Her brain was shouting at her to scream. But doing so might force Josh to conceal his massive dick and her body physically prevented that from happening. In a moment of fight or flight, she froze instead.
