Jackpot, but...

While Mike still laughs at your misery, a quick thought flashes your mind. Since Mike apparently isn’t going to give you your desired cream pie, what about you just do it yourself? Meanwhile, your bully has turned around, leaving you to deal with the mess alone. You stand up shakily and make your way to the bed, where you sit down, your cum stained eye still closed, and gather some of Mike's cum onto your hand.

Next, you move the slimy mass towards your pussy and, after a very short hesitation, try to get as much of it inside you as possible by carefully scooping some of it on your finger, which you then slide inside your hot pussy, as far up as possible. And again. It is a slow, disgusting and humiliating process, but since the reward is to be able to stay in this body forever, you definitely don't lack the motivation.

While you are working on ensuring your impregnation, all the fingering action doesn't go unnoticed by your body. Soon your pussy is not only slippery with the cum you have tried to fill yourself with, but also your own juices. Absentmindedly you lay back, close the not cum-glued eye as well and enjoy the lust your fingers bring yourself. With stained hands, you alternate between circling your sensitive little clit and fingerfucking your soft pussy.

Yes. This is it. You can feel it. If nothing else, Mike is an alpha, with alpha sperm packed in those virile rocks. What are the chances this fine specimen of a man will miss your ripe and rather **** egg? This, however, causes your lust to rise and soft moans escape your mouth, drawing in some unwanted attention.

When you open your cum-soaked eyes, Mike stands at the door, arms crossed and face emotionless. "Get out!"

"W-what?" You ask reflexively, very much lost at his demand.

"I said get out, slut! Are you retarded, deaf?"

"But I-" The stammering gets by interrupted by our own tattered clothes thrown at your face.

"But nothing. You wanted to leave. So leave, now!"

Trembling legs stood up as a very embarrassed you proceeded to fidget with the fabric in your hands, not having any idea what to do next.

"Look bitch, I was just pant up and looking for a cumdumpster. That's all. If it wasn't you, it would be some other slut out there. It's hard to find a girl who wouldn't open her legs to a rich son of a **** lord." Mike explained tiredly while dragging you towards the door again. This time with an air of finality. "Do me a favor and kiss that whimp of a boyfriend tonight, will ya. Let that looser get a taste of my sperm. He deserves some sort of reward for getting my homework done."

'You have no idea.' Those were your thoughts while being thrown out of the house.