Vincent Wakes Up (Sinclair)

Nicole writhes on the floor as her orgasm grips her entire body.

"Are you okay?" Vincent's sleepy voice asks. Nicole, still coming down from the initial orgasm, opens her eyes to see Vincent looking down at her from the bed.

"Oh God, yes," she gasps "I had an intense orgasm."

"Oh," Vincent says with a bit of disappointment in his sleepiness. "I'm sorry I nodded off and missed it." He stares for a moment. "How did my cum get on your face and in your hair?"

Nicole, trembling and light-headed, giggles "oh, um" she decides to not mention her Discord group instructing her in case it upset Vincent "I, um, was masturbating with my hips over my head trying to get it to drip in my mouth."

Vincent's eyes go wide. Any sleepiness fading. "Seriously? Wow, I sometimes do that with JOI videos."

"JOI videos?"

"Jerk off instruction. Also, CEI, cum-eating instructions. Where a cute girl tells the viewer how to masturbate and eat it." She thinks he blushes, "oh gosh, I don't know why I'm telling you this. You must think I'm so lame."

"Vincent," she replies sternly, "I literally just got off while trying to drip your cum into my mouth. I've masturbated nearly every single day for the last two years - usually more than once. You know all about my free-use experiment. If watching jerk-off DIY videos makes you lame then I must be the biggest loser of them all."

He smiles, "yeah, I guess you sort of are" and laughs. It was the first time Nicole saw him start to let his guard down.

"Takes one to know," she brattily says back.

"Don't make me come down there," he says and sits up. His cock is in his hand.

She bites her lip. "That doesn't look like a threat to me," she says and gets on her elbows and knees. Turning so her ass is facing Vincent. Thrusting it in the air. "Do you want to fuck this loser pussy?"

He doesn't need to be asked twice. Vincent is off the bed and on his knees behind Nicole. His cock slides against her labia trying to push inside. His hands grab her hips. "Whinny," he commands.

"What?"

"Come on, Fluttershy, whinny for me."

He holds steady. She can feel that he's lined up perfectly but he's holding himself. She replies with a weak whinny. She is shocked when his hand smacks her on the ass. "You can do better than that?"

Nicole is stunned and silent. Where did this version of Vincent come from?

~SMACK~ "Show me you want it, Flutterslut."

Nicole inhales deeply and releases a loud, but terrible, horse whinny. It was a little better than earlier in the night but wasn't going to win her any horse impersonation contests. It's apparently enough for Vincent because he thrusts hard into the waiting cunt. He holds her hips and his cock deep inside her. "So hot," he whispers.

"Oh my god," she says feeling all of his manhood deep inside her. It was so filling.

"S-sorry, do you like being spanked? I got carried away." He asks and Nicole senses his insecurity coming back. She doesn't want that. She wants the aggressive pony wrangler. She nods her head and tries to whinny again.

Another slap on her ass. "Good pony," he starts moving his hips. Her pussy and clit are sensitive from the recent orgasm and her head is still clouded. The intensity of his thrusting is almost overwhelming. She whinnies again and thinks she might be getting better at it.

"I want you to be my little Flutterslut," he says while pumping into Nicole. "Dress you up like a pretty pony. Headdress. Bit. Harness. Hooved boots. Unf. Make you trot around my backyard. Plug you with a tail."

Nicole wasn't into any of the things he was saying, well, maybe the being plugged with a tail part, sure, but overall she just wanted him to use her. Now. Hard. She still gives an affirmative-sounding whinny for encouragement. It helps a little too much, Vincent starts jackhammers her and before she knows it he's screaming as his throbbing cock pumps another load of cum inside her. She's still riding her previous orgasm. Feeling his hot load filling her as he holds his cock deep inside sets her off. Her pussy clenches on his cock as she releases a long primal groan. "Yessssssss, fuck, your Flutterslut."

"I love you," she hears Vincent whisper as his arms wrap around her and his torso folds onto her back.

Nicole, trembling from the intensity of the orgasm, facing the wall, mouths "oh no." And she lets her arms give out so she can collapse on the floor and slip from his embrace. She rolls away and stands on her shaky legs. Vincent's cum pours down her thighs. "Well, that was so amazing, but I should, um, get cleaned up and get some sleep."

"I'll shower with you," he says standing up to follow.

"No, um, maybe next time. Girl stuff I need to take care of," she says using an excuse that usually deflected most of the men in her life.

Vincent is grinning brightly. "Well, okay. You get cleaned up and hurry back to snuggle, Fluttershy." And he blows her a kiss.

Suddenly all of the excitement Nicole was feeling started to fade. He wasn't going to leave. Nicole goes and showers. She takes much longer than necessary hoping he might get tired of waiting. She spends that time letting the water wash over her naked body cursing at herself for going too hard with the girlfriend experience. Now he thought he was in love with her. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," she curses repeatedly. "Why couldn't he be more like his Uncle and know when a fucks a fuck?" Wishing for Huck instead of Vincent actually makes Nicole feel worse about herself.

Nicole spends a full half hour in the shower. When she finally emerges Vincent is once again out cold. She releases a sigh of relief. She wants to sleep downstairs on the couch, but as she pulls a blanket out of the closet she hears Huck's voice in her head. It's telling her she needs to say 'yes' to whatever Vincent wants. What if she breaks his heart and he tells Huck? "Whatever," she mumbles to herself "17 more days of this." She looks at the clock. It's 2:15 a.m. "16 more days of this." And she climbs into bed behind Vincent. She wraps her arm around him and snuggles up close. In spite of Vincent's declaration of love and Nicole's guilt, she has to admit it feels nice to have a body in her bed.

Nicole wakes up five hours later to the sound of her alarm and the smell of bacon. Everything below her waist is aching and she feels two bruises on her ass where Vincent's bony hips were slamming into her. She's alone in bed but is pretty sure Vincent is where the smell is coming from. She groans. She was saving that bacon for when her parents come over for brunch on Sunday. Tired, hungover, and well-used, she slips into a bathrobe and stumbles downstairs.

"Oh hey, sweetheart, have a seat. Breakfast should be ready in a moment," Vincent says.

Nicole groans a "thanks" and flops on the couch. She really needed to be alone.

"Listen, I'm sorry to fuck and run, but I need to get home and log on, so I only made enough for you."

Hallelujah, Nicole thinks but says "awww, that's too bad. I thought maybe we could go another round before I need to start my first meeting." She didn't mean it. She seriously needed a break.

Vincent pauses in the middle of plating. He looks at the clock. His lips move like he's counting something out loud. "No, I don't think I can make it work, but I could come back at lunch?"

Nicole, panicked, shakes her head "oh, no. Not a good idea. Remember that calendar thing I told you about with your Uncle?"

"Oh," he looks despondent like he had forgotten about the whole thing where she could be fucking his Uncle whenever there's an open time on her calendar. He practically drops the plate of food on the table in front of her. Suddenly chipper Vincent has turned into salty Vincent. "Couldn't you block it off?"

She shakes her head. "No, there's this whole 24-hour warning thing." There wasn't.

"Well, maybe you could give me access, too? And I can reserve time?"

Considering the situation that wasn't an unreasonable request, but Nicole didn't want to. "I can't. I mean," she also didn't want to let him down "I need to bring it up with my Discord group."

"Why?" He asks with a hint of jealousy in his voice. "If you're really a free-use slut it shouldn't matter what they say. They aren't real. I am."

Nicole was offended that he'd suggest her online friends weren't real. It actually makes her a little angry, but she definitely wasn't in the mood to get into a domestic feud with someone she's only known for a few hours. "I know. It's all silly," she says placing a hand on his thigh. "I'll talk to them and see how we can make it work for you, too. But, even if we can't, your Uncle only has me for two more weeks. After that?"

Vincent is smiling again. "After that, you'll be my Fluttershy by day and my Flutterslut at night?"

"Um, yeah, sure."

His smile falls off his face. "Oh, so maybe not?"

Oh my god, leave, Nicole screams in her head, but she puts on her best actor of sympathy. "Oh no, not that it was...it was just...uh...I can be your Flutterslut both night and day!" And she forces a whinny.

Vincent breathes in deep and reaches down to grab his crotch. "You. Are. So. HOT! Okay. Flutterslut non-stop on my cock." He grabs the bulge in his pants and wiggles around. "Ugh, I hate that I need to go, but let me know what your friends say, alright? I'm going to die waiting two weeks for you." And then he bows and says "milady," while removing his baseball cap. "I need to go vanquish a dragon." He leans in and kisses her on the lips followed by several skips toward the door. Exiting, he pauses to blow her a kiss. Once the door closes Nicole is pretty sure she hears Vincent release his best impression of a Super Mario "Woo-Hoo!"

Nicole sinks into the couch and pulls her legs close. She stares at the plate of eggs, bacon, and a nicely carved apple. She feels noxious. "I never thought this day would come but I seriously need a day off from fucking." She gets up and takes the plate to her compost container. She pushes it all in except for the apple. It's all she can bear to eat because she can not have a repeat of yesterday's conference call. Nicole also drinks some water, brews coffee, and eats some bread.

After making herself presentable for any possible video calls she still has 30 minutes before she needs to log on for work. She uses the opportunity to check in with her Discord group. There's a significant amount of chatter from the members who missed her brief 1 a.m. check-in. She provides the complete details and promises to get back to them at lunch. After signing out she heads downstairs to focus on her work laptop. The first thing she sees is an unexpected invitation to a 30-minute check-in with her Boss, Don.