A late morning. She lies tangled up in her blankets, snoozing away the early daylight. Still half asleep, the girl rolls onto her back and slips her hand down between her thighs. Mindlessly rubbing, she eases herself out of her slumber. Touching just the right spot, a small gasp escapes her lips and her eyes open. Still rubbing, she feels the space in the bed next to her. To her disappointment, the bed is empty except for her.
A frustrated cluck of her tongue and the blanket is pulled off, revealing her naked body to the morning sun. Rubbing her clit, she slips a finger into her pussy. She already knows she won't find what she's looking for, but pushes her finger deep to check anyways. Removing her finger, she finds it clean except for her own clear wetness.
Now almost agitated, she rolls over to check her phone. Re-reading the message she received last night, her eyes scroll across the elaborate promises from the stranger. A threatening paragraph describing the author's plans to come into her house that night. A message that would disturb or frighten most girls, but not her. She glances at her reply -- her address -- and drops the phone back on the nightstand, next to her glasses.
She hops out of bed, eager to reset her day after such a boring night. The girl wanders to her front door and checks the deadbolt. Unlocked, as always. Turning around, she spots herself in the lobby mirror. The girl sees the pout on her own face. She doesn't like it. Desperate to cheer herself up, she admires her own body, running her hands down to her hips and fantasizing about a stranger's touch. She gropes her breasts and roughly touches her pussy, staring at herself in the mirror.
Finding her usual self-care insufficient, she takes to more drastic measures. Slowly she lowers herself to her knees, masturbating and tugging sharply on her nipples. Someone will come soon, she promises herself. Warmth pushes through her body. Her mouth opens and her tongue slips out. That feeling continues to build. Her other hand raises up to her open mouth, and she sticks two fingers into her cheek, fishhooking herself.
Still absolutely focused on the mirror, watching her degraded body rub against her hands, the girl brings herself to the edge. A hair away from her orgasm, she pulls her hand away from her wet hole. The sensation of her fingers in her mouth almost push her over, so she pulls them out too. Panting as the tingling subsides, the near miss giving her a rush of satisfaction. Happy with her new start to the day, she places her hands on the floor. She rewards herself by crawling like a pet to the bathroom to get ready.
A hot shower, freshly shaved pussy, a touch of makeup, and she feels like herself again. Blissfully submissive and back on all fours she walks herself into the living room. She goes right to the TV and pulls up a selection of porn. Skimming through the library she hums to herself. A few more edges would keep her spirits up. Deciding on a video that a less-slutty person would describe as 'unhinged', she smiles and watches the first thirty seconds before turning to approach the couch and start her session.
"Hello, beautiful." She almost jumps out of her skin. The girl was so oblivious and eager to touch herself again that she didn't realize a man was sitting on her couch, watching her select her smut. She blushes bright red, completely naked and in the midst of crawling on the floor. "No, please, don't get up." He smiles at his own joke, light eyes surrounded by crinkles. Behind her, the audio from the porn washes into the room. The sound of loud smacks and desperate pleading only fuel her embarrassment.
"Don't be shy, darling. I'm sorry I scared you. Come here and let me make it up to you."
He pats his lap. The girl pushes down her nerves and crawls over to him. She knows the anxiety will fade once they start, but she still finds herself awkward at the first meeting. Now kneeling right in front of him, and starting to calm down, she can see the man more clearly. He's quite a bit older than her, handsome but worn. He has an undeniable kindness in his expression that helps still her beating heart.
Automatically, upon getting close to him, she starts to unzip his pants. Pulling them down slightly, the girl takes out his thick cock. With a sense of satisfaction, she finds him already hard from admiring her naked body. Her head dips down to give him a blowjob. He makes no noise, softly stroking her hair while she pleasures him with her eager mouth.
"I heard you in the shower when I came in. I considered joining you, but I thought you might like to get ready before I use you."
He seems really sweet. Maybe he'll let me cum, she ponders.
Her lips pop off his cock for a moment. The girl replies with a meek, "Thank you, sir". He smiles at her again, still running his fingers through her hair. With barely any force at all, he guides her mouth back onto his dick. "You're welcome. I prefer if you call me daddy." With his hand still holding her head she can't verbally respond. She nods her head obediently instead.
The older man watches her, and watches the video she chose, enjoying her oral skills. She listens to the video, and feels her embarrassment build again knowing what's coming up. Having failed to edge properly many times to the porn, she's almost memorized it. The visuals play in her head while she looks up at the man, praying for his approval.
"This is really filthy porn, sweetheart." He pulls her off his cock again. "You're a dirty little slut for watching something like this, you know that?" She gasps and glances away to avoid his judgement. "Yes daddy, I'm a dirty slut." Another embarrassed pause as the woman in the video begs shamelessly. "...Do you like dirty sluts?" He pushes her down again. "Yes, I do," the older man reassures her.
Suddenly, their play is interrupted by the sound of the front door opening. Another man enters the apartment, striding confidently into the living room. "Fuck" he announces, upon seeing the couple "I was hoping I'd get here earlier". She can tell by the new man's voice and phrasing he is much younger than the other, probably not even a problematic age gap for such activities. "Did you just get here? Are you going to be long?" He interrogates his elder.
If the older man is annoyed by the brash young man interrupting him, he doesn't show it. He responds with the same gentle tone he used with her, though less condescending. "Yes, we just started five minutes ago. Probably going to be half an hour at least." The young man swears again. "I'm kind of in a rush..." The girl is still sucking his cock, trying to do her duty while also trying to steal a glance at the younger man. He's standing outside of her field of vision.
"I don't mind sharing, if you're in a rush." The first man explains politely.
She hears him move behind her. "Oh great, thanks."
He undoes his pants and kneels behind her. The rush of nerves comes back again. She looks to the gentle dom for comfort, or protection, or something else she can't describe. He sees the fear in her eyes and caresses her cheek as the young dom forces his cock into her tight pussy.
The girl finches as be buries himself deep inside her. Detecting her involuntary resistance, the young man grabs onto her hips and pulls her roughly onto his cock. "Get back here, fucking slut. Don't try and get away." The cock she's sucking almost slips from her mouth as she's dragged backwards. The older man touches her cheek again, guiding her back to her original task. "Don't stop sucking my cock, darling. You're doing such a good job."
She whimpers and slurps as the rough dom ruts into her pussy. She struggles to take it, her first fuck of the day forced upon her so quickly. He smacks her ass, one cheek, immediately followed by the other. "Come on, bounce on my cock, whore. This is what you're for, you can fuck better than that."
