"Be at my place at 7"

This is gonna be good! I start cleaning up my place, which is an absolute pigsty, then remember that this is not really a date. Whether there's some magic mind control going on or just some really intense roleplay, this girl isn't coming over because she thinks she might want to introduce me to her parents someday. She's just coming to fuck.

I keep watching that video, pausing sometimes to really look at her body. Can someone really go from a 5.5 to a 7 in three weeks? She's still not slim, but she's definitely looking better. My instincts are to jerk off, but I have to remind myself that there is a real flesh and blood girl coming over. I tell the doorman to expect her and send her right up.

She actually knocks on my door fifteen minutes early. I think about making her wait outside, but I'm pretty impatient too. I open the door and say, "Come in."

Just like last time, she walks in with her head down, trying not to look at me. Unlike last time, she's not a wet mess coming in from the rain, she's looking good! She's wearing a tight, red dress that shows a ton of cleavage and barely covers any of her legs. She has on red heals that almost get her up to average height. Her hair is just as perfect as it was in the video, with a few dark, wavy locks falling in front of her face, hiding half of it in a sexy way.

I close the door and say, "So, are you ready to do whatever I want?"

She rolls her eyes. "Yeah, obviously. We covered this last time, you captured me and I have to do whatever you say."

"No, I mean are you ready to stop being a whiny bitch about it and act like a good girl?"

I love the way her lip curls up in a little snarl. I love it even more when she pulls that back and quietly says, "Yes."

"Alright. Then strip!"

She puts her red purse on a little table next to my door and reaches behind her back to unzip her dress. She's moving slowly, kinda seductively. Normally that would be great, but I'm horny as fuck.

"Come on, faster!"

She doesn't hesitate. She starts jerking off her dress, clearly just as horny as I am. In thirty seconds she's standing completely naked in front of me. A part of me was afraid that all the improvements in the video were just a filter, but no, she definitely looks like she's in better shape now. She clasps her hands together, making sure to push her big, brown boobs together with her upper arms. She looks at me desperately and says, "Please fuck me?"

Yeah, obviously the standard move at this point is to make her get on her knees, call herself a slut, beg beg beg, bla bla bla. I'm too horny for all that. I grab her shoulders and push her onto the couch. I climb on top of her and bury my head between her big tits. I lick all over them, biting her nipples a little. As I lick, I undo my pants and pull my cock out. I pull back, line up, and insert myself into her.

She is definitely tighter than I expected. Still, no problem getting in, she's pretty wet. I lie on top of her, fully clothed while she's fully naked, and pound into her as fast as I can.

“Please make me cum?” she pleads. “I'm not... it takes a little time to... please? Please make me-”

“Fuck!” I yell as I put my hand over her mouth. “Shut up and try to look horny!”

I pull my hand away. She lays there with her tongue hanging out, eyes crossed and panting. She looks totally dumb that way, but she's not wrong, the tongue hanging out is working for me.

I cum pretty quickly, shooting my load inside her.

When I'm done, I sit up on the couch, pulling her up with me to sit next to me. I pant for a moment, then say, “That was great! Did you cum?”

She shrugs. “No, but that's okay.”

That's a little disappointing. Not that she didn't cum, but that she doesn't care. “Why is it okay?”

She starts to answer, but then she almost coughs. She tries again, but she can't get the words out. she's probably trying to lie, but she can't because I told her to always be honest with me. “Look, I only kinda-sorta wanted to get laid. Really, I just wanted a night off from the masturbation marathons you make me do, and you said I don't have to do them when you call me over.”

I shake my head, making a big deal out of it like I'm super disappointed in her. “C'mon, don't you like me? I'd think that after three weeks of looking at my picture every night while thinking about me, you'd want my cock a little more than that.”

She looks at the floor like a puppy that just peed everywhere.

“Have you been looking at my picture and rubbing one out every night like I told you to do?”

She nods. “Yes.”

“Have you been thinking about me?”

She starts to reply, stops, then says. “No.” She looks up and sees how annoyed I am. “I mean, you told me not to look at other guys, and I haven't been, but I still think about them!”