Another confrontation

"Stop." 28 year old Suzanne demands from her position on the podium. "There's no way you can show what happens next."

"Of course we can!" Jack replies, beaming a friendly innocent smile.

"No no no! Shut it off right now!" Suzanne demands, but nobody pays her any mind.

The big screen shows nerdy weirdo George, Eve's younger brother, trying to spy through the keyhole into his sister's bedroom. After a short while he gets frustrated, and after tilting his head side-to-side, as if making up his mind about something, he grabs the door handle and in one smooth motion, opens the door and strides into the bedroom.

"Oh sorry, I didn't know you were in here!" He says a beat too early, before he could even have had the time to notice her and react.

23 year old Suzanne is naked, having removed her wet clothes, and is bending over an open underwear drawer, facing away from the door, giving George an even clearer view of her pussy than when he sneakily watched her walk up the stairs.

"Holy shit! Close the door!" Suzanne squeals in panic. So George does exactly that... But with him now on the inside.

Suzanne turns around, bright red, and when she sees that George is still in the room, her heart skips a second beat.

And then... It quickly begins to beat faster. And a heavy haze begins to cloud Suzanne's mind.

No, not now!

Ever since her 21st birthday, nearly every single day, at some point (and usually at the least convenient moment), Suzanne has experienced this sensation. This sudden onset of mind-numbing arousal. An impossibly sudden **** need to cum. And by now, from thorough experimentation over the last couple of years, she is wildly aware that if she tries to take care of this need solo, it'll take her at least half an hour of **** rubbing to actually reach that peak. The only way for her to cum quickly, is for someone else to make it happen.

There had been many times that she'd thrown herself at a nearby woman, with very mixed results. Some slaps, some shocked rejections, and a few hot steamy sessions of impromptu Sapphic lovemaking. Mostly she just tries to find somewhere she can be alone and do her best not to rub herself sore until her body finally lets her orgasm. And on some rare occasions... She's even let a man do it. In her super-horny need-a-partner state, it turns out that her homosexual becomes more... Homoflexible. But not because she's actually attracted to the man. More like... She's willing to use him as a tool to get herself off.

Anyway, it means that in this moment, she's suddenly not able to concentrate, or even process thoughts properly at all. What would usually come out as 'Not with you on the inside of the door, you fucking creep, get the fuck out' becomes markedly less direct.

"No, not inside..." Suzanne groans. And even as she speaks, she is beginning to shiver and instinctively move one hand to her pussy, which is burning with **** need.

"Not inside your pussy? Wow, you're just as perverted as I imagined." George retorts, as he slowly walks over to her.

Suzanne sinks to her knees, now facing him, trying to conceal her nipples and crotch with her arms. What she can't hide is her face, which is flushing bright red, and not just with embarrassment.

"Please, I..." Suzanne struggles to find the right words. She doesn't even know what she wants to tell him any more.

"You're being a naughty little slut, aren't you, Suzanne." George says excitedly, as he advances on her.

"Slut? I'm not... A slut..." She whimpers, confused and a little scared.

"Then why have you got the words 'Butt Slut' written on your ass cheeks? I could see them pretty clearly just now."

Forgotten memories from this morning surge into Suzanne's mind. She had taken a dark red lipstick, and using a mirror, written 'BUTT SLUT' in capital letters on her rear. Why the hell had she done that? What had posessed her to do such a ludicrous thing?! She had no interest in butt stuff... And more importantly, no desire to attend Eve's party with lewd writing on her butt.

"I don't... Why did I...?"

"Because you're a horny slut who came to this party hoping to get fucked."

"No no no!!! You're wrong!" Suzanne protests, still cowering on her knees, hiding her naughty bits.

"You wrote those words on your own butt, though, right?"

And then... Another switch is flicked in her brain. This one also happened a lot. Not as frequently as the arousal, but still frustratingly commonly. Some sort of absolute, zero tolerance for lying came over her, and she knew that for the next several minutes, she couldn't bring herself to utter a single falsehood.

"Yes... I wrote them..." She admits. "But-"

George interrupts her. "And you're horny right now, aren't you?"

"I'm so fucking horny." She admits, unable to hide it any longer. "I'm ****..."

"And you want to get fucked."

"...Yes. I do." She admits, after a brief pause.

"You'd ride my cock right now if I'd let you." He pushes, building even further in confidence.

"I... I would." She realizes and admits at the same time. If it would mean getting out of this horrible situation and being able to think clearly again, and experience the delightful sensation of a powerful orgasm, yes she'd even mount Eve's gross weirdo brother.

"Well if you want the privilege of fucking the G-Meister, then you'll have to earn it."

"W...what?!" Suzanne asks, confused.

She looks up, and sees that George has unzipped his pants, and his rock-hard nerd cock is inching closer and closer towards her lips.

"Just like in porn, we're going to start with a blowjob."