Allyson: Pigs

James changed Allyson. By fucking her hard and giving her the sex she deserved, he freed her the obligation she owed to her own James. Becoming his slut allowed her to live honestly, without her morals or her upbringing to get in the way. Her own James—whom she has taken to calling by his last name—is not and never was worth her time, but it took eleven-and-a-half inches to show her that.

She started ignoring the lesser James. At work, she deleted text messages he sent her. At home, she avoided him completely, either pretending not to be home or pretending she was too tired to answer her door. She didn’t even waste the time to break up with him, as that would require too much effort. It suited her just fine to keep cheating on him, because there was no way he could cheat on her. She was no longer even invested in the relationship.

One day, Chambers found her outside of her apartment and met her at her door. Allyson, unsure of what to do, listened politely at first, but her gaze soon grew distant. Staring off into space, watching the dark, cold clouds gathering for a coming snow, she hardly heard him as he ranted at her.

“It’s just been a few days since we’ve hung out,” he said, though it was been closer to weeks. “And when we do talk, you always seem so distracted, it’s like you’re not even listening.” Following her gaze, Chambers leaned and tottered into her view. “Like right now.” His face withered into a frown. “It’s like I’m not even here.”

What Chambers didn’t tell her was the sounds he heard through her walls at night. Their apartments were right next door to each other, and the walls were not particularly thick. While he had trouble believing her to be a loose woman willing or capable of cheating on him, he knew well enough at least that she was losing interest. Chambers was a big man with gynecomastia. His devotion and kindness had been enough for a time, but they both knew that she was far out of his league. Whatever happened in the past month to reawaken her to that fact was what worried him most. “I’m just worried that we’re growing apart, and I’d hate to see that happen.”

Standing before her in front of her door, Chambers reached for her hand and was soundly refused. Allyson avoided eye contact, not out of guilt, but out of disinterest. She had seen his truck when she arrived but assumed she could make it to her apartment before he saw her, like she normally did. He seemed to have been waiting for her an was wasting the time she could use getting ready for James.

Allyson wore dark leggings that day, with a loose tee and a blue hoodie over it. Noen of it did well to protect her from the cold, but it was comfortable. She didn’t wear bras anymore and had to wear double layers to keep her thick nipples from showing, and even that was enough. Chambers, familiar with her body, seemed to notice her freely swinging breasts, and she hated to have him look at her like that. As far as she was concerned, she belonged to someone else.

“Listen…” She almost said his name but decided not to. He didn’t deserve it. She had another James, one worthy of her time. “I’m sorry you feel that way.” She sounded more annoyed than sorry, and when she checked her phone, she looked annoyed, too. She sighed. “I’m busy right now and need some time to myself.” Meeting his gaze briefly, she made sure that he understood how little room for argument there was. If she wanted space, then he would give it to her, and she could tell by the look on his face that he understood that. “Now, I have to go. Don’t call. Don’t knock. If I want to see you, I’ll see you.”

Chambers swallowed, and it was clear that he was unsure of how to respond. Allyson looked so cold to him, treated him with such callous indifference. He had felt her pulling away recently, but he didn’t expect this to happen. He had given up his whole life to move and live near her, to work where she worked, to be where she was. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, his big body slouching. “I love you.”

Allyson checked her phone. “Thanks. Bye.” Then, unlocking her front door, she left without looking at him.

James arrived ten minutes later and entered without knocking. Allyson greeted him with a smile and showed him to the couch, seating him in his briefs with the television on as she went to fetch him a beer. She had changed into lingerie for him, something black and lacey that made her fair skin look snow soft. The garters hugged her thick thigh flesh tightly.

Once he had a beer, James had Allyson on her knees in front of him. She pushed back her coffee table and took to sniffing and sucking his toes while James flipped through the channels. It wasn’t her favorite thing to do, but she was willing to do it for him. He was clearly a man who craved power and dominance, and he had both over her with a big cock like his. If all she had to do was submit to be fucked, then she would lick every inch of him without a word of complaint.

James flipped through channels while sipping his beer until he got bored. Then, tossing the remote aside, he turned his attention to her. His manhood was already plump, impressive within his briefs, but her attention was seeing it swelling. He adjusted himself. “You ever do this kind of thing for your cuck boyfriend?”

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