I got home from the store to prepare for my evening out and saw that he was lying on the bed. I tried to ignore him, but honestly, I just can’t do it. As I walked around the apartment putting away groceries and thinking about what to wear for the evening, I kept looking over at him. He kept quiet, but he was ready for me. He knows I can’t stay away for long. I caved.
He speaks to me
“I need you inside me,” I said, looking at him.
“Do you now?”
“I feel so empty without you, I hate it,” I couldn’t help but pout a little.
“But you don’t hate me.”
“Yes, yes, I do. That’s why I abuse you. That’s why I use you,” I said matter-of-factly. I don’t need him. I don’t want him. He’s just convenient… he’s always here. How can I resist when I am always horny as hell? He’s not my boyfriend. Hell, I wouldn’t even consider him much of a friend. Somehow, though, I couldn’t resist him. He was safe for me. I knew he would never hurt me, and mostly, he kept me out of trouble. We never went out often, but once in a while I would take him with me places. It was always up to me to decide what I wanted.
“Why don’t you show me how much you hate me, Slut.”
I glared at him. Somehow, just seeing him, I was drawn to him. I have a hard time saying no to begin with, but he’s so familiar to me. It makes it harder. Sometimes he comes into my thoughts as I do homework or lay awake at night. It can get bad. I know he’s not good for me. I hate him!! I deserve so much better! Every time I take advantage of him, I feel dirty.
“C’mere, Slut,”
I couldn’t resist. I walked towards him, undressing as I went. When I finally reached him, I leaned over to the nightstand for a bit of lube. I didn’t have time for foreplay, I just wanted to cum. I didn’t think he would mind. As I poured oil into my little hand, I looked at him. My pussy was already wet. I needed little lube, but I liked the way it felt. He was already big, and I could see his veins. Such a nicely shaped cock. I just wanted to get my fill. I dribbled a bit of the oil on my nipples and pinched them, letting the oil drip down my skin to my tummy and thighs. I was way too worked up to stop.
My dirty little secret
“Sit on this fat cock. You know you want it. I see it in your eyes.”
I can never hide anything. My eyes are windows directly to my soul. Sometimes, I hate it. They literally gloss over when I am super wound up and horny. I put a bit more oil on my fingers and slid my hand up and down that nice fat cock. It looked so damn yummy glistening in oil. I could feel my pussy tightening and releasing… spasming and wanting to be filled. I couldn’t wait any longer. I grabbed that perfect head and lead it into my pretty pink folds. Fuck, it felt great. No wonder I can’t stay away.
“Take it all, my little Cum Slut.”
Slowly I slid down, taking every inch, feeling every ridge and vein. Fuuuuck. I was so wet already and it was just dripping out of me. I stopped once I took as much as I could and just breathed it all in. I needed to feel full for just a minute. That’s all I ever want.
“Fuck this cock, Fuck it hard.”
I lifted myself slowly, took a breath, then fucked myself furiously on that perfect cock. I rubbed it on my clit teasing myself a bit before plunging it deep inside my sopping wet pussy. Deeper and harder, I was screaming for more. As I rode that cock, I tried biting my lip to stifle my moans. My nipples were hurting, they were so stiff. Finally, I couldn’t hold back. Oh, fuck yes!!! Yes!!! My juices went streaming down my thighs as I squirt and came hard, breathless, quivering, throbbing. As I slid off, I whimpered. I hate that empty feeling.
“Better now, Slut?”
“Fuck you,” I said. I went to the bathroom to clean up, taking my wet and used cock toy with me. I washed it and put it back in the toy bag. If anyone ever tells you that toys don’t talk, don’t listen to them.
“Now you’re back where you belong. And I DO hate you,” I said.
As I dressed to go out, I was angry, but a bit less needy. At least I wouldn’t be overly horny in a room full of strangers… or would I?