Shower thoughts

<!--StartFragment-->Why are my fantasies so vivid now? Tiffany wondered in the shower.

I know why I’m having fantasies about him, he is perfect in every way! I’ve studied every inch of him and I want all of it up against me.

But I’ve never had a fantasy so vivid it feels like I still have dry cum on my face the next morning.

She cleaned herself thoroughly, head to toe. Exfoliating scrub the whole nine yards.

She kept the makeup simple, and went into her reduced wardrobe for a tiny black skirt and a thin white T-shirt that left her midriff exposed. She intentionally left her chest damp from the shower.

She put her heels back on and tried to steel her mind before going out there. Today was the day, please God, let today be the day.

She had to be PERFECT, if she was perfect he had to fuck her, he has to fuck her today, I can’t live like this, if he won’t fuck me there’s no point…

She stared at herself in the mirror.

She knew she was hot, she looked damn good. Her nipples were plainly visible and she evaluated which angles of her hips showed the most ass and pussy.

One last deep breath and she walked out her door and into the hallway.

Strong hand around her throat and her back to the wall.

“time to see what you learned last night whore” Jimmy hissed in her face before pushing her down on to her knees his thick cock half hard in front of her face.

It was so easy, all the plans and he just decided to fuck her face, it was perfect and she felt pure joy flood her body.

The lack of gag reflex combined with all the movies made a slightly sloppy porn star quality blow job.

Jimmy showered her with praise, she was doing so well, he was proud of how far she had come, he thought she was a perfect step daughter.

He pulled his cock out of her mouth and she tilted her head back, mouth open, tongue out and she got a mouthful of cum in her mouth.

She swallowed and looked up at him with a huge smile.

“what are you doing down there?” Jimmy asked?

“Basking in the moment” she responded dreamily.

“your having another of your slut fantasies bitch” whatever you think happened was your imagination, just like its always been when you thought something sexual happened between us” he said looking at her like she was scum on his shoe and walking away.

All of the joy fell into into the endless void of despair.

Just another fantasy, a **** hope of a **** hoe.

The taste of cum lingers on her tongue and the dampness of her chest had doubled from the drool that had run down her chin.

She needed to focus, if she wants him to use her for real she can’t keep getting lost in fantasy.