Final Night

Bob yawns as he watches the cars drive down the street. "Fuck, I'm exhausted. I'm ready to go to sleep."

"Yeah, me too." I never though being a girl could be so much work!

"Alright then, c'mon and clean up." He orders as he collapses on the couch, playing the game you didn't finish with Tony.

You're not sure if he's still mad at you or not, so, drunk as you are, you decide the best thing for now would be not to push your luck. You wash all the dishes and throw away all the trash. Then you clean up the table and any stains you find in the living room.

You try to carry the table back inside by yourself, but you're way too weak. This isn't work for a woman, you think. Grudgingly, Bob turns off the console and does all the hard work. When he's done, you make him another cup of coffee and sit down on the couch next to him.

After two minutes of silence you can't take any more.

"I forgot to thank you for letting me suck your cock, Bob."

"No problem."

More silence.

"Can you believe how much Jack came? No wonder he's so ripped, the hunk must have the testosterone of a Greek god!"

"Yeah." Bob tries to act indifferent, but you can see something growing in his pants.

"What's this?" You tease as you rub his stiffening erection, "Does the little guy like how much his friend cums?"

"No, the little guy is just so proud of how much his friend likes his whore!" Bob unbuckles his pants again and forces himself all the way into your throat. OMG, again! This is the best day ever!

"Oh fuck, that's it! I'm going to make such a good whore out of you. The whole neighborhood will be lining up for a piece of your ass." He pulls you off of him and flips you around, pulling down your panties. "I wish you could see how smooth and perfect your ass is, Veronica." He aggressively squeezes as he lines up with your pucker.

He pushes in effortlessly, quickly stretching your slutty butt. You groan in pain as your hips collide, wishing you hadn't been drunk enough to forget the lube.

Swiftly, he starts to bang you hard as your little cock jingles back and forth in it's heavy prison. It's not even getting hard anymore - I'm a proper girl now! The **** has taken away all of the pain while leaving most of the pleasure, and you can't help but give off moan after moan as his masculine frame pounds your boy pussy.

"Oh yeah, Bob, you sexy stud. Fuck me hard, just like that! Fuck me like a cheap whore!" You scream as your voice cracks.

You writhe in pleasure every time his head rubs along your prostate, and you move your left hand down to massage it from the outside. As he speeds up you can feel his cock with your fingers, as your prostate gets stretched towards them with every thrust. It's all too much for your **** addled brain, and you experience your first anal orgasm, you dicklet unloading a meager amount of infertile sperm into its cage, a drop staining the couch.

The release chemicals rush into your brain, clearing out the mixture of **** and giving you a brief moment of clarity. You realize that although your pleasure if fulfilled, your work isn't over. Your orgasm was just a nice bonus - what really matters is Bob. You're not sure what you can do to make him feel better, so you try everything, mentally noting what works and what doesn't. Soon your work pay off.

"Take it, bitch, take my alpha cum!" He cries as he releases what little he has left into your abused hole.

He falls asleep before his head hits the couch, crushing you under his weight. Wearily, you try to push him off, but you're just not strong enough. Uncomfortable as you may be, you feel a rush of dopamine at the though of bringing the guy to a climax. Happily, you fall asleep under Bob's muscular frame, his sticky cum drying in your back.