Was she on a date or something?
It doesn’t really matter anymore.
“I’m going to cum, Stace. You want to cum with me?”
“YEAH…! I WANT TO CUM ON YOUR BIG COCK! PLEASE, LET ME CUM — FUUUUCK!”
“I want you to do something first.”
“Yes! YES! ANYTHING, WARR! JUST KEEP FUCKING ME…!”
Stacy madly pushed her body back against Warren’s strong hips as she leaned her face against her forearms. She honestly couldn’t give a damn if the stall collapsed right this second and she was exposed to the entire bathroom.
It felt so good, even her toned legs were starting to cave in. The only reason she was still able to hold on is because of Warren’s support on her waist — and pure adrenaline.
“Why don’t we make a Thank-You video for Alvin? He’s been so nice to you. Don’t you think he deserves it?”
“YES! I WUV MY BOYFRIEND!” Stacy turned to face Warren and puckered her lips for a kiss. He leaned in and obliged.
Stacy’s wet tongue naughtily wrapped around his and wrestled each other for a minute before Warren stopped it.
“God, you kiss like fucking filth, Stace!”
She stuck her tongue out with a smile, proudly showing him the pornographic sight of their spit mixing together in her mouth — he never taught her that. She probably saw it from one of his favorite movies, though.
“Okay, get the plushie. We’ve got to have it on the video.”
Keeping her ass raised as it took his vicious pounding like a champ, Stacy flexibly grabbed the plushie — Bob from the ground. Warren whistled, genuinely impressed.
She grinned at him — or at least towards him. He could only assume as she was barely able to keep her eyes steady through the collective mini-climaxes her mind was experiencing.
The senior grinned. He loved seeing his spoiled sophomore girl out of control. Without waiting for another second, Warren took out his phone and started recording — selfie-style!
He gasped, “Fuck! S-sorry, I thought I was ready, but she feels so goddamn amazing — oooh, shit. To anyone who’s watching; Hey, I’m Warren. And this is — ”
“Hi, my naaAAAame’s STAaaaACY — OOOOH!!!”
“Sorry about that. She’s a little crazy for cock.”
Little was an understatement, Stacy thought in the back of her head.
The woman squealed in agreement, sounding like a pig as she thrashed around — she even started to drool from her lips.
“COCK! I WUV YOUR COCK, WARR! WUV BIG COOOOCK!!!”
She couldn’t believe how insanely good it felt.
“Anyway, we’re dedicating this to her boyfriend. Alvin! He’s got a tiny prick that won’t satisfy this bitch, but he’s a great guy. He won a prize for her at the arcade today and I’m so glad Stace is dating a little-dicked cuck who cares so much for her!”
Little was an understatement there too, she hilariously thought.
Stacy moaned loudly in tandem with her thoughts, “So tiny ~ !”
She then used her thumb and her index finger to show the camera how small it was.
Warren’s lips curled smugly. He loved it when she trashed her boyfriend.
“Here’s a special message from your one and only!”
Warren pulled her hair and forced her to look at the camera as he continued pummeling her.
“Stace, what do you have to say to your cuck?”
Stacy looked at herself on the screen. Pupils dilated, her bright green irises looked like the deceptively deep parts of the sea. Sweat poured out of her forehead, dripping from her furrowed eyebrows.
She looked like a mess. Deranged. Completely unlike how she was at the beginning of this date.
Funnily enough, sex with Warren tends to end up like this. A philosophical afterthought that happens in a split second. A moment where one tick-tock feels like infinity stretched out and she gains this unreal sense of clarity. Stacy then ponders how far she’s fallen — and what steps she took to end up this way.
Her brothers, who inspired her to look for the nicest men the world has to offer. Her mother, who raised her to constantly think for herself and choose her own path. Her father, who taught her that life is all about balance and discipline.
Her boyfriend, who showed her that love is what makes life worth living.
Her eyes rolled up as she squirted on her lover’s cock. The thought of betraying every single one of the ideals they taught her with one guy shot straight to her brain like heroin.
“I LOVE YOU, ALVIN! I L-LOVE YOU SO MUCH — OH, FUUUUCK! WARR, THIS F-FEELS AMAAAAZING! THANK YOU FOR TAKING ME OUT O-ON THIS AMAZING D-DATE TODAY! OH, MY GOD! IT’S MY FAVORITE DATE WITH YOU, BABY ~ ! I LOVE THE PLUSHIE SO MUCH…! FUCK, SHIT — MY PUSSY FEELS SO GOOOOD! YES, OH! WARR, YES! I’M CUMMING! I’M CUUUUMMING AGAIN, ALVIN! THIS IS FOR YOU, BABY! I CAN’T W-WAIT TO GET BACK FROM HERE AND RIDE THE FERRIS WHEEL WITH Y-YOU! I LOVE — ”
With one last thrust, Warren brutally slammed his giant cock on her cervix and came blindingly.
” — COCK! COOOOCK! MY PUSSY’S CUMMING SO MUUUUCH — OOOHHHH!” Painful pleasure shot through her body as the world turned white for Stacy. She could feel the man filling up the condom inside her.
Warren gasped in unreal pleasure. Like it didn’t want to let go, Stacy’s pussy clamped on his cock as he tried to pull out.
The condom slid right off his cock, stuck in the tightness of her pussy. As soon as she felt him pull out, Stacy’s legs collapsed and she dropped to the floor — her back still arched and her ass twitching. It took a few more minutes of mindless grunts until they were finally able to ride out their collective tidal waves.
Then silence.
“That was…. amazing,” he said in exhaustion after a while.
She nodded eagerly, smiling while her eyes stayed shut, groaning in agreement, “Mmm….”
Still reeling in the aftershocks, Stacy took a deep breath, and slowly regained her edge. The part of her that comes out when she has sex with Warren never fails to surprise her. She imagined acting in a movie scene would feel a lot like this. She knew the woman was her, yet at the same time, she didn’t know her.
A bitch in heat with only cock in her mind — she couldn’t find a limit to that woman’s lack of morals.
But in the end, she loved her family. She loved Austin too.
The sex was just something you do once in a while to release some pent-up lust and stress — to release the other woman.
The woman that’s far from her family’s perfect little angel.
An alter-ego that feels impossibly real at times.
“Hey, are you listening?” he asked her. The woman clearly wasn’t hearing anything. With a chuckle, Warren pulled out the used condom and talked to the unmoving woman, “You should get going. Your boyfriend is probably still waiting.”
After taking a few seconds to process what he said, Stacy jumped in shock, quickly cleaning up her dress and reapplying her makeup.
“I’ll see you later!”
As soon as she was about to head out, Warren called out, “Wait.”
She paused and looked at him. “Yeah?”
He walked towards her, admiring Stacy’s sexy afterglow as he lifted up her skirt and tied the used condom on the strings of her underwear.
The man playfully grinned at her. “Keep it right here, all right? We’ll strap on a second one when you get home later tonight.”
Stacy shuddered at the immoral scenario. She would literally be wearing another man’s cum as she continued her date with her boyfriend.