Finishing off

You feel the orgasm finally building up in yourself. You know it will be the nut of a lifetime too. On a whim, you decide that to finish this all off, you want to be in her throat one more time. A nice face fuck in the end. Of course you do not tell any of this to her. You simply pull out of her cunt with a squelching wet sound, grab her by the arm and pull her down from the sofa onto her knees once more.

Like the good little whore she is, she opens her mouth wide, so all you have to do is grab her head and ram it in there for a last few deep strokes. You look down at her face, watch your dick slide in and out of that whorish mouth, watch your balls slap her chin for the last few times before you explode inside of her.

The load is a big one, you can feel that. Under loud gagging, she tried to swallow it, but a lot still spill out to either side and slowly runs down her chin. A mixture of drool and cum drips onto her fat tits as you pull out your half-limp cock and fall back into an armchair, letting out a long sigh of relief.

Relief, to finally have done something you have only ever dreamed about, but never thought would be a part of your real life. This is the kind of thing that happened in porn. And only in the good ones.

You watch her gasp for air, kneeling on the floor right where you left her for a full minute or so. Her head is flushed red, her body is shaking and she has a blank expression on her face. The blank stare of someone whos brain is still floating in a soup of happy sex hormones. Looking down at her, you get a much better understanding of the term 'fucking someones brains out.'

It is a long while before any of you speak again. While she gets up to her feet and clumsily starts to gather her clothes back together, you hear her voice, a lot more shaky than before "That... I mean you.... and you just went ahead and.. I mean.. Wow." She sounds awestruck, while she stumbles on every other step. It seems like she does not have back full control of her legs yet.

Dressed haphazardly, her hair looking disheveled she gives you a strange look. Now that you are all done, she seems much more shy again. After a moment of hesitation she begins "I... By the way my name is..." but you reach out and put a silencing finger on her lips "Shhh... No reason to tell me that."

She looks disappointed. "Oh.. I mean.. will we not see each other again?" you let out a loud laugh. "Oh, believe me, I will definitely see you again. It's just, there are so many better things to call you than your name. Slut, whore, bitch... the list goes on." There it was again. Her somewhat stupid grin. Fucked silly, as they say. "Yes, Daddy. I can live with that." She says.

After making her give you her phone number, email, and address, you unceremoniously throw her out of your apartment. The best thing was, how she begged you to do this again soon. You told her, that you would call on her if you feel like it.

Anytime you feel like it. After all, you have your personal obedient little fuck toy now. And all because of a lonely evening in front of the webcam.