Story Summary:
Tavel goes to his best friend Chloe's house for a night of gaming and fun. When he learns that Chloe is struggling with pent-up horniness because of her unsatisfied breeding kink, Tavel helps her solve the problem.
Bite-Sized Description:
This is a story of rough, sloppy, kink-satisfying sex between friends. This story has almost zero plot, except for the scenario leading up to the main scene, and is focused entirely on sex.
Sexual Content:
Sexual and/or erotic content is extremely prevalent in this story. The sexual and/or erotic content within this story is as follows;
Interracial (Black Man x White Woman)
Big Dick
Excessive Talk of Impregnation
Excessive Dirty Talk
Excessive Derogatory Talk
Kink Affirmation
Multiple Creampies
Sloppy Sex
Cum as Lube
Rough Sex
Content Warnings:
This story features no content that should be triggering or difficult to read.
Author's Note:
Hi again. I'm not going to try and ignore the fact that I have only published one story in the last... seven months?... and that is mostly what I wanted to use this Author's Note to explain. Well, that and how the basis of this story was VERY heavily inspired by a script that became pretty popular on r/gonewildaudio (specifically the version that Ivy Wilde did, since she's the queen of that subreddit). So, if you are familiar with the script or have heard the audio before, then you will notice MANY familiarities. I did definitely add an original flair, though, and already have ideas for new stories based off of that, so... watch out.
But, back to the publishing thing. There has just been a lot going on, and I am the worst person alive when it comes to procrastination and staying focused on a single task at a time. Why continue working on this story, when I have this brand new idea that I can work on before inevitably getting distracted by the next new idea? The cycle loops over and over again, leading to 48 stories (I counted) in my folders that are planned out or already halfway completed, but left and forgotten. Plus, it doesn't help that I am also in the early stages of working on my first legitimate novel (not smut, in case you were wondering), so that has taken up a lot of my attention as well these last few months.
Anyway, I just wanted to say that I apologize for being so sporadic with my publishing. Chucking out three stories, then disappearing for four months just to toss out one more, then vanishing yet again. Can you believe I originally intended to publish two or three stories a month when I started doing this? Ah, so naive and foolish. The only thing stronger than a writer is the curse of ADHD.
Sorry, getting back on track. I am not going to lie to you and say that I am going to try and upload on a more consistent schedule. I have no way of controlling my attention span that well. I will promise, however, that maybe my schedule might be a little bit more active in the future. I am going to try and discipline myself to not come up with any new story ideas, and only work on the ones already in development. (Well, except for the ideas derived from this story, because I make the rules, and I said so)
Well, that's enough rambling from me, so I'll just shut up and let the story take over from here.
Oh, and in case you're reading this, Mom, I love you. Sorry I decided to write smut instead of real stories!
"Dude, get ready to get your ass handed to you."
Chloe smirked, cockily blocking the open doorframe with her own body. Tavel raised his dark hands defensively.
"You invite me over to play a game, and open the door with that? No 'Hello', no 'How are you?' Just right to the trash talk."
Chloe leaned forward with her wicked grin reaching up one pale cheek. Her face was practically glowing under the porch light that illuminated the evening. Impish features with chubby cheeks almost made her look like a child half her age- if that child had a trucker's vocabulary and a near-complete lack of traditionally feminine traits.
Tavel took a cursory glance over Chloe- but not to admire the way that her body was shaped like a bottom-heavy hourglass with a slender waist, broad shoulders, and even broader hips. Instead, his gaze roamed to her wrinkled grey sweatpants, and the moderate yellow streak stained in a thin line down the front of her dark green hoodie.
"Are those the exact same clothes you had on last week?"
Chloe brushed a shock of blonde hair behind her ear. The rest of its shoulder length was tied back in a sloppy ponytail. "Yep."
"You still have mustard on your sweater."
Chloe looked down, held out her hoodie with her hands to view the stain, then released it and shrugged. "Eh, it'll wash out."
Tavel simply blinked a few times, trying to find any sense of shame in Chloe's soft blue eyes. They only glared back, slowly growing in annoyance.
"Make up your fucking mind, are you coming in or not?"
"I'm just trying to guess if you've been wearing those same clothes for the entire time since I last saw you." Tavel smirked but stepped inside the house. As Tavel kicked off his shoes, Chloe scoffed.
"Of course not, I do have work, remember?"
"So you willingly changed back into dirty clothes when you come home from work?"
"Dude. It's sweatpants and a hoodie, not a fucking prom dress. Being worn for multiple days is kinda what they are designed for. Now stop acting like a wuss and get your black, Mr. Clean-looking ass inside so I can serve it to you on a silver fucking platter."
Tavel held his hands up defensively. "Alright, geez. You can ease off with the vocabulary, Gordon Ramsey."
Chloe sighed and shook her head in defeat. "I've just... It's been a rough week. Can we just play some games and try to relax? I need to unwind."
Tavel unzipped his sweater and set it in a neat pile on the floor. Looking at Chloe, it was clear now that she was desperate for this. The way her eyes stared back, she was obviously exhausted from life. "Sure. What were you thinking of starting with?"
Chloe offered a small, but sincere smile. "Mario Party."
"Classic Nintendo sixty-four? I can respect that."
Tavel followed Chloe down the hall and into the living room, where the coffee table was already moved to the side to clear a large space in the center of the room in front of the TV. Chloe spoke back over her shoulder to Tavel. "Help me with the couch?"
Tavel didn't need to reply- it was standard procedure at this point. He took one end of the couch pressed against one wall and helped slide it across the hardwood floor towards the open spot in the center of the room. He did, however, offer small talk.
"So when did you say your parents and your sister were getting back from Nova Scotia?"
"Next Sunday. Still another week and a half with the house to myself."
"Cool. So when you say that it's been a rough week..."
Chloe looked up with an annoyed grin. "It's not my period, dumbass. That's not for another two weeks."
"Hey, just trying to be supportive. Maybe talking about it will help."
"What, are you a therapist now?" Chloe's eyes twinkled with amusement.
Tavel finished pushing the couch into place and rested his hands on the back. "I'm offering help. It's up to you to take it."
Chloe rolled her eyes and slumped down onto her knees to begin rummaging around in the cupboard beneath the TV. Inside, Tavel could see multiple consoles, ranging from modern ones like a Nintendo Switch and an Xbox One, all the way to the old-school classics like the original Playstation, and the old school Nintendo that Chloe was currently placing a game into. It was one thing to be a collector, but for her to also collect games and consoles that died out before either of them were even born, it was impressive. Tavel wondered if Chloe still had that Atari up in the closet in her room.
"Fine." Chloe mumbled and grabbed a series of remotes, as well as a pair of controllers hooked up to the console. "But remember that this is your fault for inviting me to rant."
Tavel smiled. "Not a problem. Lay it on me."
Chloe sat back down onto the couch, where Tavel followed suit. As she spoke, she swapped between the remotes to adjust a series of settings on the TV, presumably to switch between the dozen-or-so consoles all hooked up to one system.
"Well, the minimum wage went up by a dollar, as I'm sure you know, except since I was already paid more than that, my wage didn't go up at all. I talked with my manager about it, but he's in the same boat as I am, and we have to wait like a month before we can get a response back about it."
"I'm dealing with the same thing." Tavel offered. "Seeing all those part-time high-school gremlins get a wage increase while mine stays the same feels like a punishment for being with them for three years."
"Anyway-" Chloe continued. "Work sucks, like usual. There's only so much idiocy I can handle from a drive-through before I want to hurl myself through that tiny window and underneath a truck. On top of that, my Skip the Dishes app is bugging the fuck out so I can't order anything and I have to go out for each meal, but I don't have a car, so it's like a twenty minute walk there and back. Then my date walked out on me yesterday, so that's a big morale boost..."
"Wait-" Tavel cocked his head. "You went on a date?"
Chloe's lips curled with mock offence. "Actually it was my third one with this guy. He's very nice."
Tavel just stared blankly, and Chloe scowled. "What, is that such a ridiculous idea that you can't get it through your thick skull? That I can get a date?"
"No, I'm just wondering if he walked out on you because of the mustard stain on your hoodie."
"Oh fuck off." Chloe chuckled. "I clean up very nicely, for your information. I even put on makeup."
Tavel raised his eyebrows. "Who are you and what have you done with my friend?"
Chloe punched Tavel's shoulder, a little bit too hard to be friendly, and set the various remotes down on the couch beside her.
"It doesn't fuckin' matter anyway, since he walked out on me."
"Are you mad because he stuck you with the bill?"
"No... he walked out
after
we left the restaurant."
Tavel's eyebrows narrowed. "You two came back here?"
"Yeah."
Tavel smiled. "Ah, and you're mad because you screwed up and made him leave before you had a chance to have sex."
Chloe punched Tavel again, much harder this time. "Fuck off!"
"Calm down!" Tavel rubbed his shoulder. "I'm just messing with you."
"I thought you said you were going to help."
"Okay, I'm sorry. I promise I'll be helpful. So he walked out after you came back here. What happened?"
Chloe's cheeks flushed with red. "Actually, he walked out...
after
we went upstairs to my room."
Tavel's eyes widened. "Oh, so you two actually did... and you're upset because he didn't stay the night afterwards?"
Chloe dropped her chin to her chest and mumbled something Tavel couldn't understand.
"Pardon?"
Chloe shot her head up and glared at Tavel. "I said I'm upset because the son of a bitch walked out mid-fuck! He who, by the way, had no right to do that! He was not handsome enough to be pulling that kinda shit."
"Ah." Tavel remained silent for a few moments as he chose his words carefully.
"Soo... he left in the middle of sex? Are you sure he didn't just think you were both done-"
"No. The fucker stopped right in the middle of it and said that it wasn't going to work out between us, put on his clothes, and left."
"Okay. Any idea what it was that might have driven him away?"
"Yeah, he made it pretty fuckin' clear."
Tavel shifted in his seat. "Can you tell me?"
Chloe looked appalled. "Fuck no! You're just going to laugh at me."
