Mick, a 24-year-old loser

"Life fucking sucks" has been your mantra for most of your life. Born into a family consisting of abusive rednecks, you've always been keen on flying under the radar. Rural Mississipi hasn't been kind, considering the lack of resources in schools for introverted kids and as such, you've been bullied at home and in school for pretty much your entire childhood. The fact that you were doing well in school hasn't helped either, it actually was more to your detriment since both the cruel jocks as well as your alcoholic father loved to mock you for your "nerdiness".

Mocked and belittled on a daily basis, you couldn't bear it anymore as you turned 16 and dropped out of school, ran away from home and hitchhiked your way out of there. Drifting around the country and trying to pass as being older than you were, you got by on low-paying dayjobs and sometimes slept in cheap motels but mostly on the street. At some point, you considered ****, but remembering your dad, you abstained from any of that. The only thing you've consumed ravenously was porn. In fact, your first bigger paycheck was spent on a phone that you could use to browse adult websites during the nights you were under a roof with electricity and wi-fi.

Unable to shake that addiction, your social life wasn't much to write home about, considering the fact that you became a mumbling mess whenever a woman talked to you or even was in your vicinity. Beating your meat at night, you often thought about the encounters you had throughout the day. You loved to imagine how those pretty sluts would worship you, cater to your needs however you'd like. Your life becomes a bit of a blur at this point. Unsure how you got here, you find yourself waking up in a cheap motel on the road to Houston, yet another big town that promises a better future. But you probably won't stay too long here either, given your track record of drifting through the country. Looking into the mirror, the most average guy ever looks back at you. A bit of dark stubble around your chin is not enough for you to shave off and while you're athleticism or general attractiveness are nothing to write home about, you're neither fat nor particularly ugly. Visually, you're just "a guy".

As you shower off before heading out into the world yet again, you can't help but jerk off to the cute girl you've seen on the porch yesterday. Staying at the room next to yours, her tanned skin had been on plentiful display as she lounged on a chair, dressed in denim cutoffs and a crop top while smoking and listening to music. Now you imagine her in even less, sitting out there in the nude as she accidentally drops her cigarette, notices you and saunters over to your room. You feel the tension in your balls as they rise while the girl in your imagination drops to her knees and starts worshipping your rock-hard dick. You can almost feel it in real life, as your cramped hand strokes up and down, trying to desperately coax out a load before the road. But then as you get close to cumming, you feel a new, hot and wet sensation engulf your dick and you almost get a heart attack, stumbling back into the wall of the shower. Your eyes wide open in shock, you look down upon the very same girl you've just fantasized about, completely nude and on her knees, crawling after you in a **** attempt to keep your dick in her mouth as you retreat.

You're too stunned to speak, freezing in place as she engulfs your cock again without uttering a single word. Unable to react, you silently panic as a complete stranger deepthroats your cock instantly, gagging and coughing around your length but never relenting for a moment. She seems possessed as she throws herself at you with everything she's got, spearing her own face and throat on your overstimulated rod. And while your mind still reels from processing the situation, your body reacts as nature dictates: The stimulation proves too much for your dick to take and you groan as pleasurable feelings rise and you cum deep in the girls throat. She reacts to your orgasm by moaning incessantly and you notice her body shaking all over as she hugs your hips to **** your dick as far into her mouth as possible while you cum hard, shooting your sperm directly into her stomach. As your orgasm finally subsides, you feel able to move and speak again, your frozen panic letting up and you eloquently address her.

"Y-you..I-I...wha-" And as you embarrassingly stumble through your words, the girl finally lets go of you and pulls back with a lewd sound. You groan and feel a new spurt of cum seep out of your dick at the sudden additional stimulation of her throat stretching around you a final time. The girl leans back and gives you a good view of her whole body in the process. She's fit and slender, with small breasts and a toned stomach. The tanned hue of her body is in stark contrast to her almost pale breasts and crotch. Her tanlines make her even hotter in your opinion, giving her an appeal of both innocence and lewdness. Her cute face is a mess right now, with spittle and cum on her chin, smeared make-up and watery, red eyes. However, the attractiveness is undeniable and while her eyes are still glazed over, you suddenly lose yourself in their brown depths, wordlessly searching for an explanation for her actions.

"Thanks for the meal, darlin'! I'll be out on the porch if you need me again." She happily bounces to her feet, turns around and walks out of the shower, wet, nude and very obviously still messy from her throatfuck. You watch her toned ass wiggle with every step as she walks out of sight and a moment later, you hear your door open and close.

You take a moment to consider what just happened. It can't have been a dream, it felt just too real. But how was this possible? Something about you must have changed. As you ponder, water still running and rinsing off the remaining stains of your first blowjob, you note that your dick is still rock-hard. As a chronic masturbator, you're used to get off multiple times a day, but usually you need a bit of time inbetween sessions to get hard again. Right now, you feel as horny and ready as ever, almost a bit pent up despite having gotten off just a minute ago.

As you still struggle to understand what has happened, your instinct takes over. Your imagination drifts off again as you subconsciously reach for your dick, now imagining the bratty goth that had checked you in two days ago, laying in your living room dressed in nothing but fishnets and combat boots as she displays herself for your taking. A part of you is curious if she'll end up exactly like this, but the bigger part of you is absolutely sure that nothing will come out of it. And just as you're on the verge of your second orgasm for the day, you hear your front door open again. This time, you don't freeze, but your heart still drops a beat at the sound. This can't be real, can it?

You finally stop the water, step out of the shower and walk into your room to find....