Bonus Chapter - Stale Dreams

Sometimes I still can’t believe this is actually real. Two years ago, almost to the day, I won the biggest tournament of my life. I won it all: the respect and admiration of my peers, a new sense of self-esteem, and most importantly, I won my dream girl. I couldn’t even call her my crush at the time, she was so out of my league. But something special happened that day, and she discovered something about herself that made her want to be… owned. Being with her in any way had always been a fantasy too good to even dare dreaming about, but now she’s all mine.

And I get to do whatever I want to her.

Of course, not every fantasy lasts. Every dream eventually fades into the dull repetition of reality. Sure, I scored an awesome job where I design games for an indie outfit in Seattle, but with the housing market the way it is we still have to live in a studio all the way out in Everett. I’ve found my style, gotten in shape, and of course, I get to fuck RC any way I want whenever I want.

Oh yeah, RC. She’s been… well… honestly she’s seemed kind of depressed since graduating high school. She was more than happy to move in with me, but maybe that was just to get away from her parents. While my career has been taking off, she’s been bouncing around a series of dead end service jobs, all of which she’s absolutely hated. And while I’m in the best shape of my life, she’s let herself go a bit. Now, I don’t mind the extra weight, far from it. Her incredible legs and ass have just gotten juicier. She was always a little bigger than me, but now the size difference is noticeable, which honestly just makes it hotter when she lets me do as I please with her.

Despite my life being a dream come true, it did sometimes feel like that dream was getting stuck on repeat. Turning into routine, even. I’d been home for a couple of hours when I get her text. I wrap up the tasks I’d been doing in FFXIV, then check my phone to see her grumbling about some work bullshit again. I could tell she was gonna be in an awful mood when she got home, and to be honest I was starting to get tired of this cycle. Why couldn’t she just apply herself a bit and find a job she doesn’t hate?

She tromps in the door and immediately changes into her usual loungewear, a nondescript t-shirt and yoga shorts. I don’t hide how much I admire the way her legs and ass look in those, but she seems to ignore my attention. Alright then, I guess she’s gonna play hard to get today.

She plops down at the edge of the bed that sits against one wall of the studio and fires up the playstation. Before she can get into whatever she was going to play, I sit down next to her and grab the other controller. She lets out a sullen sigh but doesn’t protest as I fire up a fighting game. She knows better than to talk back.

Even though she’s clearly not in the mood, once the match begins her competitive spirit takes over and she starts to get into it. I go easy on her at first, let her work out some of her frustrations, but then I begin to assert myself. Out of the corner of my eye I see her hunch over in concentration, thumbs madly tapping at the buttons. When it’s clear she’s starting to lose, she straightens up, a scowl of effort on her face. I smirk at her, enjoying her futile attempt to stave off the inevitable. The moment I land the killing blow, she tosses the controller on the floor and crosses her arms, glaring at the wall away from me.

Now the fun begins. Quietly, casually, I slip my shorts off and lean back on my hands. “Alright, toy. You know the rules.”

She glances back at me, in time to see my cock rise to full attention in anticipation of what’s to come. Her scowl deepens. “Fuck.”

In spite of her protest, she slips down onto her knees in front of me, plants her hands on the floor, and takes my cock between her lips as she’s done so many times before. I sigh in contentment and place one hand on her head as she begins to rhythmically bob up and down along my length. It feels just as good as the first time. Her eyes betray an almost angry boredom as she concentrates on her task, mechanically going through the motions of sucking my dick. I don’t mind. Honestly, that sadistic side of me she brought out enjoys the fact that she’s not into it.

Once she’s gotten me nice and hard and wet, I pat her head. “Good toy. Now up on the bed. Bend over.”

She pulls her mouth away from my cock and sighs as she peels her shorts off and climbs up onto the bed. She gets on her elbows and knees and spreads out her legs so I can get access to her wet pussy. I don’t waste any time. Grabbing a handful of each juicy asscheek, I sink inside her and immediately start pounding, the rhythmic smack-smack-smack of my hips against her backside filling the small space of the apartment. She’s not giving me any reaction, and I smile as I imagine the sullen expression on her face, accepting my dick without resistance. Occasionally I give her a good hard slap, and chuckle to myself as she tightens around me each time. She can’t hide from me forever.

Once I’ve had my fill of doggystyle, I slip underneath her, scooching down so my cock is lined up with her mouth again and her pussy is right over my face. I hook my hands over her shoulders and thrust up, finding her mouth open and accepting as I knew it would be. I thrust against her face, fucking into her throat, and watch. I see the color of her sex deepen, and open my mouth as she starts to drip-drip juices over my tongue like a leaky faucet. She always did love it best when I went deep.

Before I climax, I tell her to roll over onto her back, and after she obeys I climb between her legs and hump her for all I’m worth. Her arms are splayed haphazardly above her head, and she stares at the ceiling as I nuzzle my chin between her soft tits and stare up at her. Things aren’t the same as they were at the beginning, but I still love her more than anything, and staring at her beautiful face is still my favorite way to come. As she heaves another sigh, part of me almost feels bad for using her like this, but I remind myself that she’s the one who taught me to be this way. If she didn’t want me to treat her like a cumdump, she shouldn’t have spent so long acting like one.

Thinking of her like that, the dual thoughts of the girl I love and my personal cumdump set me off once again. I bottom out in her tight wet hole and groan as my balls pump spurt after spurt of hot cum inside her. After I finish I lay my head against her chest and pant happily. I feel her lift her head to look at me. “Hey, are you done? I need a break.”

I look up at her, anger at her insolence quickly sparking into a mischievous idea. Without a word, I pull out, clamber up her body and smack my still stiff cock against her cheeks until it’s fully hard again. That’s another thing I learned from her, how to have staying power. She’s impossible to satisfy otherwise.

She doesn’t protest as I start humping her face, hands digging into her purple hair, smiling at the anger in her eyes. She hates it when I ignore her like that. As I start to hump harder I can see the anger flaring. She’s pissed. Good. I start to go even faster, hands twisting in her hair, really grinding my cockhead against the back of her throat.

She starts to make angry noises now, trying to curse me out around my meat battering her esophagus, and then I hear it. The change. Her muffled protests shift into pleas for mercy, and then cries of grateful pleasure. I look back over my shoulder to see my first load leaking out of her hole, mixing with a fresh flood of her own juices. When I look back into her eyes, I see the anger has given way to that old warm love. That love that changed my life, and brought us here today.

I sigh in contentment, one hand reaching down from her hair to stroke her flushed cheek. My second shot always takes much longer, and I think I’ll just let it out like this, no matter how long that takes. She’s a good toy, she can handle a marathon facefuck. Besides, I like to come looking into her eyes.

A lot about our life seems stagnant and unchanging these days, but as long as that look in her eyes stays the same too, I know it’ll all be OK.