by Matt Tims
Suddenly, everything changed. The bed, that astonishing blonde, and the entire dorm room vanished. She wasn’t even on a college campus any longer. Now, she was in a backyard. A big white house, perfect landscaping, and a cute dog running around the fenced-in backyard: it had all the telltale signs of an upper-class suburban neighborhood. Her body and mind were both content. She was at peace.
The sounds of playful shouting jolted her eyes to the left. A little girl, and an even younger boy, went chasing after the dog who was now bolting around the yard. She glanced down to observe her hands. They showed wear. There were signs of aging on her skin and fingers.
The sliding glass door behind her opened to reveal a man she distinctively recognized. He was older, with a little less hair and a few extra pounds, but he still gave her with that same feeling of warmth whenever she caught a glimpse of his smile.
Everything abruptly made sense.
That man was Brad, this was their house, the golden retriever tearing around the backyard was their pet, and these were their two children.
Her future was everything she wanted. How many women would kill to trade places with her? A beautiful house in a safe neighborhood, two amazing kids, and a husband who loved her more than life itself. Brad would take a bullet for her. He would jump in front of a train if it met protecting his family. Guys like him didn’t grow on trees. He was special. He was unique. The two months they’d spent together at the end of summer made her feel like the luckiest girl on earth.
Her attention snapped back to Kelly who was now leaning off the bed, her face only a few feet from Nora who was unknowingly drooling from the pummeling she was receiving. Some of her saliva had been soaked up by the panties stuffed in her mouth, but spit still managed to find its way out. But her vision hadn’t vanished. She still had one foot in this perfect dreamworld where she was surrounded by her amazing family. She’d just received a caring kiss on the cheek from her loving hubby, and their children were running over to excitedly greet Daddy.
But her other foot was in reality.
Mike snapped her neck back again so she could see Kelly grinning at her. The blonde parted her lips and heaved a wad of saliva directly at her face. Mike’s free hand covered her face and rubbed his girlfriend’s slobber into her skin.
“Fuckin’ whore,” Kelly laughed before lying back on the bed to finish herself off. “Break this slut, baby.”
He pushed the side of her face into the floor and attempted to ruin her pussy.
A deep warmth quickly spread throughout her body as the pummeling grew to new heights. It hit her before she could brace herself. Her limbs convulsed and her mind went blank. The previous hour of embarrassment all became worth it for this explosive sensation rushing through her blood. She dropped her last hint of defense and allowed her body to erupt with pleasure. A deep connection with Brad couldn’t replicate this. Some random jock couldn’t either. It was a special power she could only experience with Mike. It was the very reason she kept crawling back.
The choice Nora thought she had was an illusion. There was no perfect future waiting for her. The option to have a husband and a loving family was a mirage. Choices were for women strong enough to resist temptation. They’re for people with willpower. She would be around for as long as Mike and Kelly wanted her—submitting to their every demand.
These two were better than her. They gave her something she had a hard time describing. It was a humbling feeling. A sense of submission. A purpose to be used by people who were superior.
Kelly was the girl she would never look like. She would never have the social media following, number of friends, or the perfect life this blonde possessed. Why? Because Kelly was the girl everyone wanted. Mike was right. Guys wanted to date her and women wanted to be her; and while he would never admit it, her own father most likely secretly preferred for Kelly to be his daughter.
Mike was the guy she could never get. He was the type of man who would always elude her. She’d experienced life with an alpha male and couldn’t go back now. As good as Brad was, he didn’t provide her with what she craved most: a reason for submitting. She couldn’t respect a guy who saw her as an equal. She yearned for a man who looked down on her—without it being forced.
Mike clearly viewed her as a piece of ass. The first conversation they had together was the one and only time they discussed anything meaningful. Once he cracked her shell and physically degraded her in his house, she became just another slut on his long list of girls who’d come before her.
What would happen if she returned to Brad? It would only be a matter of time until she came crawling back to Mike. The life she’d imagined in that amazing backyard wasn’t happiness. It appeared joyful when she looked in as a spectator; but inside, she was dead. Her face covered in spit, her insides being rearranged in ways she couldn’t fathom, and two people who would play out their deepest, darkest fantasies on her: that was happiness.
“I’m gonna cum,” grunted Mike.
Kelly’s head perked up. “You better not cum inside her.”
He was too busy with his final few thrusts to respond.
“Mike!” she shouted.
He froze while looking to his girlfriend. “What?”
“You better not cum inside her,” Kelly repeated.
“Yeah, I know, I—”
“This slut doesn’t deserve it,” interrupted Kelly, peering down at the dazed brunette who still had her mouth stuffed with pink panties. “Who’s the only girl you cum inside?”
“You, of course. Come on, baby,” he snickered. “Do you really think I would cum inside this chick?”
“You hear that?” Kelly asked Nora. “That cum is for me. Now, Mike, finish on this bitch where she deserves to get it.”
Memories rushed back to her. Mike came all over the place during their month together: on her face, breasts, stomach, in her hair, in a cup for her to drink, inside her mouth, on a coffee table, and on, and on, and on—but never inside her. She’d always assumed it was a precaution. What eighteen-year-old kid wanted to get someone pregnant? But that wasn’t the case. His reasoning for pulling out had became crystal clear.
She wasn’t good enough to cum in.
He thrusted deep inside her, his pelvis slamming into her plump backside which caused her to let out a muffled yelp. And then she was empty. Her pussy was cold and vacant. His perfect cock was gone, and her purpose in life went right out the door with it.
And then the first burst of cum landed on her lower back, and her reason for existing returned.
Her face was buried in the rug, her ass raised high in the air, and her butt and lower back were receiving a warm shower. This was the precious commodity that was deemed too valuable to be sent inside her. His lineage was far too perfect to be ruined by a girl like her. She was good enough for his seed to be raining down on her while she mindlessly drooled into the panties of some girl who smelled like strawberries, but the idea of her having his child caused him to laugh.
A powerful shot landed up on her shoulder before what felt like a never-ending number of splurts covered her ass. She had been used, spit on, mocked, and laughed at, and now that it was over, she once again couldn’t explain why she’d put herself in this position. The only thing Nora knew for sure, was that she’d be back.
“Hey!” Kelly snapped.
She peered up while keeping her head low and her ass high. She was subconsciously bowing to the blonde up on the bed. Kneeling to her made sense in a weird way.
“You’re to get a full test tomorrow. For every disease,” she informed Nora. “Understood? I never allow this type of thing to happen before girls get tested, but Mike said it would be fine.”
Nora slowly nodded, still lightheaded from the overwhelming orgasm she’d just experienced.
Kelly went on, “No boyfriends, hookups, or one-night stands. No kissing random guys or any of that shit either. I won’t allow any diseases or infections inside my bedroom. Are we clear?”
Nora nodded again.
“You’re going to get both of our numbers,” Kelly told her. “I don’t care if you’re in class, taking a bath, or getting ready for bed; if one of us texts you, then you get your ass over here and take care of Mike. If you say no or you can’t make it, then you’re out. Believe me, there are thousands of girls waiting to take your place. Honestly, I don’t know what Mike sees in you, but he decided you would be our new girl.”
Nora was well-aware of what Mike saw in her. She was a good fuck.
“I run several different fundraisers, I do all kinds of volunteer work, and I don’t enough time in my day to attend to all of my boyfriend’s needs,” said Kelly.” And as you can see, a guy like him takes a lot of attending to. So, that’s where you come in. You’re his little fucktoy. If he wants anal, then you better get a butt plug in to prepare yourself. If he wants to cum on your face and make you go down to the cafeteria to get him something to eat, then you better not hesitate at the idea of doing it. Nothing on this planet comes before what my man wants. And when he’s had a long practice and just wants to relax but I’m in the mood for an hour of oral, then you’re going to eat me out.”
It wasn’t a choice. Nora had accepted her fate a long time ago. Mike was already back on the bed, making out with his girlfriend, and these two couldn’t care less about her. Whether she said yes or no didn’t matter to them. If she refused their offer, they would simply go out and find someone else. She needed them a whole hell of a lot more than they needed her, and she had finally accepted that.
A guy like Mike didn’t grow on trees, and she wasn’t about to let him go. Kelly broke off her kiss with her boyfriend and stared at her, clearly waiting for an answer.
Nora didn’t need to respond verbally. It wasn’t her choice to make.
Kelly turned back to her boyfriend with a devilish grin. “So, what should we do to this slut next?”
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