by Matt Tims
She clicked it and immediately gritted her teeth.
Kelly Ribbins was everything she hated in the world. She was eighteen, blonde with blue eyes, and a face that belonged on a magazine cover. She was totally gorgeous. The most recent picture on her Instagram feed was of her in a cheerleading uniform, kissing a tall football player after what appeared to be a high school football game. The caption? “Flashback to September. Made so many amazing memories. Gonna miss HS but the future is bright for us all. I LOVE YOU MIKE!”
It clicked for Nora: that tall football player was Mike, and this perfect blonde cheerleader was his girlfriend. She was the same girl who bullied her back in school. Girls like Kelly were the reason she still had anxiety from being in public all these years later. She—
The phone was ringing, and the name was “Kelly.”
She tossed the noisy device down onto the sheets as footsteps stomped back to the bedroom. A naked Mike re-emerged and hustled over to the bed to accept the call.
“Hey, baby.”
Baby? He called her baby too? That made her want to vomit. She probably wore his football jersey to school as well. Their relationship screamed of stereotypical jock-cheerleader bullshit. There was little doubt in her mind that Kelly was a bitch as well. All of her Instagram pictures had an air of superiority to them.
Her hands squeezed the bed sheets while she lied on her back. Just thinking about her pretty face and blonde hair brought back horrible memories.
“Your sister took your car?”
Of course this princess had a car. She still didn’t have her own car! Twenty-two years old and she was driving one of her parents’ cars if she needed a ride. That’s called real life! Cars aren’t a luxury you can afford when you need to spend thousands of dollars every semester on books and dorm costs. And don’t even get her going on her student loans! Like this girl knew the first thing about paying her own way!
“The mall?” Mike laughed. “Like you need more clothes…”
Her stomach churned. This girl was mad about not being able to go shopping at the mall? Was there any doubt that Daddy sent his credit card along with her either? God, she despised Kelly Ribbins.
Snap.
Her head perked up at the sound of fingers being snapped. She was met by the sight of Mike taking a step back, and pointing down at his feet.
Would someone please come into this kid’s bedroom and tell her to start respecting herself? Why had she immediately jumped off the bed and knelt in front of him? Her face was still covered in cum! And it was everywhere!
His right hand grabbed a handful of her hair and plunged her throat onto his still rock hard erection. Here she was, on her hands and knees, getting facefucked by this stud for the second time today. And how was he still hard? He came like five times as much as Brad did, but it had no effect on his big dick. It was still throbbing.
“Yeah, you gonna buy something sexy for me?”
Nora started playing with her clit after hearing that. Who was being disrespected more? The clueless girlfriend who was having a conversation with her boyfriend while he cheated on her, or the girl who was being used by a guy who clearly cared more about his girlfriend? And why was she so turned on from listening to their call?
Mike’s body wasn’t moving. His hand was doing all the work as he roughly controlled her head by her hair. If he wanted her to take him deep, then he pulled her closer. If he wanted the head of his cock sucked, then he moved her back. She was his own personal plaything.
“Hands behind your back, slut.”
Nora’s right hand locked around her left wrist which was behind her back. She’d never experienced submission like this. Her limp body didn’t even matter. Her big breasts which always caused men to turn to goo were useless. Her big butt that always attracted attention no longer existed. It was all about her mouth. Her warm, wet hole was being used by this stud to get himself off. She could be any girl, couldn’t she? What if some cute mother of two had strolled along the path earlier instead of herself? A married mom would probably be the one having her mouth fucked at the moment then. How could anyone say no to Mike?
He returned to his phone call with his girlfriend. “I’m back, baby. You think of something to buy for me?”
The fat head of his penis hit her gag reflex, ignoring her choking as his hand pulled her further toward the base of his manhood.
“Lingerie?” he smiled. “I like the sound of that.”
His hips began to roughly pump her throat, causing spit and drool to fall to the carpet below.
“Of course lingerie would look amazing on you. You aren’t some fat ass,” he commented while reaching down and grabbing a firm handful of Nora’s bare backside. “Your body was made for lingerie.”
Her butt was being jiggled by his big hand as she continued to suck his cock. She didn’t have fingers holding her in place by her hair anymore, but she no longer cared. Hearing him call his girlfriend sexy made her take him deeper. Knowing that he thought Kelly was prettier than her, caused her to disregard her gag reflex.
She was getting off on being this stud’s second choice.
Was she even second? Maybe she was third. Or maybe she was tenth. Maybe there was a long list of girls Mike wanted before her, but she was just the most convenient choice at the moment. It was extremely clear that his priority was the girl on the phone, however.
“Oh, is that right?” Mike chuckled, moving his hand back to her hair to take control of her mouth again. “You’re gonna make it worth my while if I give you a ride? And how’s that?”
A third party was now in the room. A mysterious voice spoke above her—bright and filled with confidence. Nora was a smart girl, but a dummy could’ve put two and two together.
Despite her mouth being rather full at the moment, her eyes managed to peer up to see the phone being held out. It was now on speaker.
“I’m going to suck your big cock!” Kelly emphatically stated. “It’s the biggest, fattest, best cock in the whole wide world!”
Goosebumps covered her arms. Kelly’s voice reminded her so much of the girls who’d tormented her in middle school.
“I think I’m going to get daddy’s little girl a big treat when we get to the mall,” he told his girlfriend.
Nora attempted to expand her throat as wide as possible.
“What are you going to get me!?” Kelly asked, her voice full of excitement.
“That’s a secret,” he said. “Wear something sexy and I’ll pick you up in ten minutes. I want you turning heads while we’re shopping.”
“Okay! I love you, Mike!”
“I love you too, baby,” he said to her before ending the call and tossing his phone onto the bed. He quickly turned his attention back to Nora. “You aren’t a daddy’s girl, are you?”
Her throat was being fucked harder than ever.
“No, you’re a fuckin’ slut,” he announced with both his hands firmly gripping her head. “A girl like you doesn’t want diamonds or fancy clothes. You want something a lot simpler than that.”
Her insides were on the verge of exploding.
A violent choking sound rang throughout the room as Mike punched past her gag reflex and buried the entire length of his dick down her throat. Her little nose pressed into his pelvic bone, and he had one final thing to tell her.
“A girl like you knows her role. A girl like you is only good for one reason. Nora, you’re a little fucktoy.”
Her body attempted to reject the rope of semen that had been launched directly down her throat. Another thick burst was more than she could handle, resulting in a mix of cum and spit to leak from the sides of her mouth. Tears poured from her eyes and mucus flooded out of her nostrils. This time, it was her body that was turning away how she was being treated, but her mind refused to concede. She was desperate to be his fucktoy.
“You stay right there,” he grunted while emptying the rest of his balls down her throat. “You know what’s going to happen if you move.”
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Yeah, she fully understood how things worked by now. Either listen, or get slapped across the face. She decided to settle for the former this time.
She was trying to breathe through her nose, but that was rather difficult thanks to the mess of fluids which continued to run from what seemed like every hole of her body. Her head swam and she absently wondered if cum was leaking from her ears, too. She just wanted to breathe—to collect the faintest of air to revive her body. But more than anything, she wanted to be his little slut.
He finally pulled out of her mouth and air flooded her oxygen deprived lungs. Her attempts to gain some sense of normalcy were joined by his thick cock roughly slapping her face. It was a reminder of how he viewed her. Even after draining him twice, she was just a series of holes for his pleasure.
“You gotta go.”
Nora looked up at the stud who was already getting dressed. She was a mess. Thick streaks of cum were in her hair, while a mix of semen and spit covered the majority of her face, chest, and neck. Dark eyeliner ran down her cheeks, and the faint red lipstick she’d be wearing was smeared all the way to her chin. Her mind had never felt so used and worthless, her body had never experience this level of obedience, and her soul had never been more satisfied.
She reached for the football t-shirt she’d received earlier. “I need a few minutes to get cleaned up.”
“I don’t have a few minutes,” he said, collecting his phone. “I gotta pick up my girlfriend. So, let’s go.”
She caught the remains of her pink tank top which had been tossed at her. Her eyes peered back up at Mike who was pointing down at the floor.
“Clean that shit up too.”
Nora immediately began using her tank top to scrub the mess she’d made out of his carpet.
She did her best to clean up the pool of fluids as fast as she could, washed her face in the bathroom sink, and slipped into her new t-shirt. It wasn’t a bad look. Sure, it was huge on her, but it felt like a present in a way. Like a gift from a contest she’d won. Instead of winning a free shirt for eating twenty-five extra hot chicken wings, she received a t-shirt for taking the biggest cock of her life. Be honest. What sounded like more fun?
She headed downstairs where Mike was waiting at the front door. She hustled outside and he quickly shut and locked it behind her, before blowing past her to his car that was parked in the driveway. There were no offers for a ride, no thank you, and especially no goodbye. It was like she wasn’t even there.
She watched him back out into the street, his wheels shrieking slightly as he sped off. She headed down the road to finish the rest of her walk. Suddenly, she felt like a different person. The hold he had on her ceased to exist as his car grew smaller and smaller in the distance. Nora had finally come back to reality.
The feelings of submission, adventure, and even fun were gone. Now, it was all regret. Regret for how she’d allowed him to use her. She hated facials, but she didn’t even protest him cumming all over her face and hair. He wasn’t a boyfriend or a husband whom she was extremely comfortable with. There wasn’t any trust between the two of them at all. Every time they reached one of her limits, he plowed through her stop sign in favor of his own personal desires.
He was hot, dominant, and he had a big dick, but he was an asshole. He was a jerk who made her feel used and shitty. She attempted to suppress a gurgling burp, but it bubbled up anyway, the taste of cum and chocolate from her milkshake enveloping her taste buds. Her feet dragged along the pavement as she headed home, unsure of what she’d just done with the past two hours of her life.
Chapter 3 – Always a Bridesmaid, Never a Bride
Three Days Later. Tuesday. May 28th. 11:17 AM.
Nora was in a quandary. The events from Saturday afternoon had yet to leave her mind. In fact, they were consuming her thoughts. Everything led back to Mike.
She couldn’t figure out why he made her feel the way she did. The way he treated her was so different from any other man in her life. He looked at her as an equal, yet he didn’t. He valued her mind when they were discussing space and life, but he treated her body like a piece of ass. She was worthless while being fucked senseless inside his bedroom. But it wasn’t just the actual sex. It was everything surrounding it.
The names he called her, the way he made her crawl through his house, and how he decided to cum on her face without asking: it was all so foreign to her. He was eighteen. He knew how cum shot out of his cock by now. And the way he arrogantly laughed after doing it was so demeaning.
So why was she craving more of it?
Her mind knew it was wrong. First, there was Brad. She still had hopes of reviving their relationship at some point. What would he think if they got back together? He would definitely ask if she’d seen anyone during their time apart. Would she lie? Would she admit to some high school kid treating her like a porn whore? Either way, it would only create more drama in her life.
Second, the disrespectful way he’d acted still bugged her. Who was some eighteen-year-old punk to call her a bitch? Why was some guy four years her junior referring to her as a slut and a whore? And he spit in her face! In her mouth too! Who did something like that? She was a strong, intelligent, independent woman, and he’d treated her like some kind of prostitute.
Third, wasn’t she too old for stuff like this? Don’t most women find out what they like in their teens? But that was the biggest problem with everything. Nora didn’t know what she liked. She loved how he valued her mind. The way they discussed everything from NASA to movies was special. They had a natural chemistry with each other—a chemistry she didn’t have with Brad even after all these years. But another part of her couldn’t get enough of the way he tossed her around. Sometimes, she didn’t want to be treasured. Sometimes, she yearned for a guy who would put her in her place.
Nora finally figured it out. She didn’t know what she wanted.
She’d tried everything over the past three days—from masturbation, to sexting with a hot guy she met on a dating app—but nothing worked. How dumb did she feel attempting to choke herself while playing with her vibrator? Visual aids were useless as well. It was obvious that she couldn’t imagine herself in the place of some porn star being ravished. She needed the real thing.
She’d been staring at Kelly Ribbin’s Instagram for the past two hours. The perfect blonde had her boyfriend’s account tagged all over her page, and it only took two seconds before she was snooping on Mike’s pictures as well. He was the star of every image. The football stud was constantly surrounded by friends, girls, and his gorgeous girlfriend who could pass for a model. She could feel his presence through her phone. She knew what all those lucky teens felt who had the chance to hang out with him. It was an undeniable energy. His mere presence created a buzz.
Maybe Mike wasn’t her Prince Charming. Maybe he wasn’t the sweet guy she grew up dreaming about. But maybe he could give her something no one else could.
Her mind knew it was wrong, but sometimes the body didn’t care.
She sent him a direct message on Instagram. “Hey.”
A minute later, she received a message back. “What’s your number?”
Her fingers were typing despite her brain screaming to stop. She still had Brad! Why wasn’t she messaging him instead? He would take her back in a heartbeat. He was a good guy! He was kind, caring, and he always treated her the right way. He’d never called her a derogatory name in six years. Everyone in her life loved Brad. Her friends and family members always told her how lucky she was to have a boyfriend like him. How many times had her mom mentioned how beautiful their kids would be? But her fingers couldn’t stop!
She sent him her number.
Seconds later, her phone buzzed. “Ass or tits?”
She curiously gazed down at the screen. Ass or tits? That was the first message he’d sent her? Another vibration went off in her hand, causing her to peer down again.
“You have 1 minute. Ass or tits. And make it sexy or you’re go
ing to be in trouble.”
Her mouth went dry after reading that. Was this officially their relationship? Was she a booty call now? But in a strange way, she was more than just some booty call. She was his personal toy to play with.
There was something about gaining his approval that she couldn’t shake. Something about knowing that he was satisfied with her made her feel good, even if she was being mistreated. It—
Her phone vibrated for a third time.
“Times up and no picture. Nora, Nora, Nora… What are we going to do with you?”
She’d zoned out while reflecting on what was happening, and now a minute had gone by. She hurried to the bathroom and stared at the mirror. What would he rather see? What would make him happy? What would result in her being treated the way she truly desired?
She pulled down her jean shorts and turned her ass to the mirror, only her black thong covering her most intimate of areas. The camera on her phone turned to front facing mode, she raised it over her shoulder, and snapped a picture of her reflection.
Send.
She felt jittery. What if this wasn’t good enough? What if he called some other girl instead of her now?
Her phone buzzed, and her stomach dropped after reading his message. “Terrible.”
Nora swiftly began typing. “Terrible?”
He responded before she could attempt to process what was so terrible about her attempt at being flirty. “You aren’t very creative, are you?”
What guy didn’t love ass pictures? Brad sure did. But maybe guys like Mike expected more. How many of his cute classmates sent him sexy selfies? Probably a lot. Shit! She was just some other girl now!
Buzz. “Go get some scissors.”
She curiously gazed at her phone for a moment. Scissors? What kind of picture could she possibly take with scissors?
This wasn’t the time to be asking questions. Nora hustled back to her bedroom to retrieve a pair of scissors from her desk, before returning to the bathroom.
She sent Mike a text. “I got the scissors.”
Her phone vibrated. “Cut the bottom half of your shirt off.”