Meg's resolution

Meg stirred slowly, her body still aching from the night’s overwhelming intensity. As she blinked her eyes open, the sight of Josh beside her filled her with a strange mix of unease and twisted satisfaction. His balding head, greasy and framed by thinning, unkempt hair, rested against the pillow. His features, marred by deep lines and sagging skin, revealed his age and indulgence, a far cry from the beauty she had once desired. His body, large and flabby, lay sprawled on the bed, with rolls of fat visible beneath the sheets. Yet, despite the revulsion that flickered through her, Meg felt a tug—an addiction she couldn’t quite understand—as if her very soul was being drawn deeper into his perverse grip. The memory of his cruel dominance the night before left a lingering heat in her, though it was tainted by the shame of knowing how much she had begun to crave it.

Meg lay beside Josh, her body still slightly damp with sweat, the heat of the night lingering on her skin. Her once-perfect hair now clung to her face and neck in sticky strands, giving her a disheveled appearance. She felt the coolness of the sheets against her bare skin, contrasting with the warmth radiating from the man next to her.

Meg pushed herself up with trembling legs, her muscles protesting the movement. She stood at the edge of the bed, staring down at Josh, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. The memories of the night flooded back—the way he had taken her, the intensity of their lovemaking, the multiple orgasms that had left her breathless and spent. And yet, despite the anger she should have felt, there was a strange sense of satisfaction, a twisted pleasure in the chaos he had brought into her life.

She moved to the mirror, her reflection revealing the evidence of their late-night escapades. Her body, normally so pristine, was now marked with bruises and bite marks, the remnants of Josh's rough handling. Her skin was sticky with dried sperm, the residue of his seed still clinging to her thighs and stomach. Meg traced the marks with her fingers, relishing the sensations, the proof of their connection. Each touch brought back the memory of his hands on her, his lips against her skin, the way he had made her feel good in ways she had never imagined.

With a sigh, Meg turned away from the mirror and headed for the shower. The warm water cascaded over her body, washing away the remnants of the night but not the feelings it had left behind. She dressed in just a top and underwear, the fabric clinging to her curves. Her hair, damp and tousled, framed her face, adding to the disheveled look she wore so well. The top, a simple white tank, barely covered her breasts, while the black lace underwear accentuated her hips and buttocks.

Meg walked into the kitchen, her steps slow and deliberate. She needed coffee, something to clear her head, to help her think straight. As she brewed the coffee, her thoughts drifted to the future, to the uncertainty that lay ahead. She was already horny again, the desire for that ugly pervert's touch lingering like a shadow in her mind. The coffee finished brewing, and she poured herself a mug, the rich aroma filling the room.

Just as Meg brought the cup to her lips, Josh shuffled into the kitchen, wearing nothing but a pair of stained underwear, his body unkempt and unapologetically crude. He grabbed an old, dirty mug from the counter, filling it with stale coffee, the sound of the liquid pouring the only momentary distraction. His eyes, however, never left her body, a smirk playing on his lips as he leaned back against the counter. "Morning, my beautiful and gorgeous babe," he said, his voice dripping with crude innuendo. "How does it feel to be my personal fuckhole? Already want to be impaled by my dick again?"

Meg's eyes narrowed, her initial anger flaring up. But as she looked at him, at the way his gaze roamed over her body, the hardness of his cock straining against the fabric of his underwear, her anger faltered. She put her coffee mug down with ****, the sound echoing through the kitchen. "FINE" she said, her voice a mix of frustration and resignation. "Fine. You win. I give up."

She stepped toward him, her movements deliberate and angry. "You made me a sex addict," she spat, pushing him onto the couch. Coffee spilled everywhere, staining the floor and the cushions. "Happy now?"

Josh sat on the couch, his eyes never leaving hers. He said nothing, just watched her with a predatory gleam in his eyes. Meg felt a shiver run down her spine, the tension between them electric. She removed her shirt, letting it fall to the floor. "I used to never look at porn," she said, her voice low and filled with disgust. "Now I'm always on fetish sites, staring at dicks ejaculating and masturbating."

She got on her knees in front of him, her hands reaching for his underwear. "I see sperm, and I want to feel it. I masturbate thinking about you filling me up." She pulled his underwear down with more **** than necessary, freeing his hard, throbbing cock. "I'm terrified of being pregnant; I desperately do not want to have a baby growing in me, but I can't stop looking at impregnating, breeding porn, and desires that risky creampie that could be the last before it ruins my life."

Meg wrapped her hand around his shaft, stroking him with firm, deliberate movements. "When some strange pervert comments on my Instagram, instead of being disgusted, I'm horny; sometimes I even touch myself reading these absurd messages." Josh groaned, his hips bucking into her hand as he came, his seed splattering across her breasts.

Meg didn't stop, her hand continuing its rhythmic motion. "You bastard son of a bitch ruined me," she said, her voice a mix of anger and desperation. "You corrupted me; you groomed me into this submissive cock addict." She leaned forward, taking his cock into her mouth, the sounds of her sucking filling the room. She paused for a moment, hand still wrapped around him, masturbating him furiously, and continued speaking. "Now you just come and fuck me whenever, wherever, and however you want. You just show up and stick your dick in me, and all I can do is enjoy." She swallows his dick again.

She pulled off his cock, her lips glistening with saliva and pre-cum. "And I enjoy it, you arrogant pervert, ugly bastard. I enjoy it very much, life waste of a human." She swallowed him back into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip as she sucked him harder, faster.

Josh's hands gripped her hair, guiding her movements as he came again, this time filling her mouth. Meg tried to swallow, but it was too much, the excess spilling out and running down her chin, dripping onto her breasts. She looked up at him, her eyes wide and pleading. "What will you do to me now?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Josh's response was immediate and brutal. He grabbed her by the waist, lifting her effortlessly and throwing her over his shoulder. Meg let out an excited little scream, a mixture of fear and anticipation bubbling up inside her. She couldn't contain a small, horny laugh as Josh carried her out of the kitchen, her body trembling with the promise of what was to come.