A vivid imagination

<!--StartFragment-->Tiffany just couldn’t focus today, they came on at the strangest times.

There was a weeks worth of dishes in the kitchen and she got to work. When Jimmy entered she swore she felt him slap her ass.

It kept happening but he assured her every time he hadn’t touched her.

She tried to tempt him by keeping her ass thrust out but she only got the fantasy smacks and gropes.

Just when she put the last dish in the drying rack her head was suddenly in the dirty dishwater. A strong hand grabbing her hair and pushing her against the counter with her gut.

Jimmy’s cock plunged into that drenched pussy and Tiffany exploded. Waves of pleasure stronger then everything she had ever experienced tore through her entire body.

Every muscle clenched violently and she screamed under the water in a torrent of bubbles.

Every thrust sent her to new heights, 20 seconds in and she was at levels of pleasure she never dreamed possible.

3 minutes in and the black was overwhelming her vision again and she was incapable of noticing.

Suddenly she was breathing again and she felt something hot deep inside of herself.

“You came in me…” Tiffany said with heavy eyes

“All I did was pull you out of the sink before you died, you were muttering to yourself and then you shoved your head underwater and started masturbating well pretending you were coming for real.”

The burning need that had finally been soothed was suddenly back, of course it was, she hadn’t really cum after all, because he hadn’t really fucked her.

The realism of her fantasies really annoyed her when they sat down for movie time.

Her asscheeks throbbing as she tried to sit made it very painful, even though she was actually perfectly fine.

The movie was about a prostitute who’s life falls apart more and more as she does increasingly slutty things. She had a hard time following the story because she kept having fantasies of Jimmy’s hands all over her.

She imagined him fingering her wet needy pussy and then making her lick the imaginary cum off his fingers. Playing with her tits, Tiffany had no idea her nipples were as sexually sensitive as her clit but once Jimmy told her she had so many fantasies about him groping pinching twisting and sucking on them.

At one point she mentioned how hot he thought the actress looked, Tiffany quickly paid attention again, it was the end of the scene and she had been used as a cum dump for a frat house.

If that was the kind of girl Jimmy wanted…

“I’m so turned on by this movie, can I use your ass?” Jimmy asked her out of nowhere.

“Oh my god, finally” she said with a squeal of glee.

Jimmy marveled at the juxtaposition from yesterday. Screaming in fear and terror, clawing to get away.

Now she was holding a squat well twerking those fat cheeks up and down around his cock with gusto.

He was wondering if she would be able to cum from it when a huge gush erupted from her cunt soaking his legs and balls.

“cum again” he said sharply

She hadn’t even begun to recover from the first when yet another orgasm crashed over her.

Hand around her waist he shifted so her legs were up and he was thrusting up into her.

“again” he said once more.

After less then a second he repeated himself.

Tiffany was incoherent and Jimmy was having too good a time to stop.

“Cum with every thrust…in and out” Jimmy said with a manic gleam before slamming into her ass as hard and fast as he could.

Tiffany regretted every prayer and hope for an orgasm she ever had. It was so much, too much, impossibly strong, new ones starting before the last one had ever properly begun.

She wanted it to stop but she couldn’t exert her will in any way shape or form.

She woke up on the couch when Jimmy slapped her and screamed to wake up. It sounded like he had been trying for a while.

The horrific lust crashed right back when she realized it was yet another fantasy.

“I think ill go to bed soon” Jimmy said going to get a drink and wipe all the sweat off his brow, Tiffany wondered how it got there.

If he was going to bed she only had one last chance to finally get fucked, she ran as fast as the heels would let her as she got to her makeup.

Jimmy was happy that his plan seemed to be working, the idea he planted had taken route on its own and she was acting on it.

She tried her best to match the smeared makeup of the TV woman, a pair of fishnet tights that she ripped strategically to add to the slut look.

She didn’t have much time but she did her best to write on herself with a sharpie, proclaiming her a “communal meat toilet” and a “brainless fuckhole”

Jimmy found her sprawled on his bed looking to all the world, completely ****.

“I refuse to believe you’ve never ended up like this before” said Jimmy crawling onto the bed straddling her.

Jimmy had fantasies about finding her like this.

Passed out drunk after being passed around.

Her ability to pretend to sleep lasted long enough for him to get inside of her before she drenched the sheets and yowled like a cat.

Pinching one hyper sensitive nipple, sucking on the other and rubbing her clit with his other hand didn’t help her resolve.

She was beyond exhausted, her cunt ached and throbbed as though it had hundreds of explosive orgasms that day but the need for release overrides everything else.

Unfortunately, just like all the other times, she found Jimmy speaking to her, not only did he not fall for her trick in his bed, he had been alone in his office all day and hadn’t had a single interaction with her all day. The last thing he asked before sending her to her room for the night was “what did you do all day anyway? You look like you went to a frat and roofied yourself”

Tiffany stumbled into her room, collapsed on her bed and cried herself to sleep after yet another day of rejection. Worse then that, the cum leaking from her pussy made her wonder if Jimmy was right about what she really did that day.