Our Seventh Contestant

Naomi

“My pussy belongs to porn.” Naomi whispered to herself, watching the looping gooner hypno video on her tablet. This was hour 9 of her edging session, trying to relieve the stress of the day she was going to be having. Her fingers made quick circles around her clit before quickly stopping, allowing her to buck her hips at the orgasm that was never to come. Not if Naomi had anything to say about it.

Ever since getting access to the internet, Naomi had become a degenerate. And worse, relished in her degeneracy. Being an unemployed, porn addicted loser WAS the kink. The worse her lack of executive function made her life, the hotter it was.

But all that changed when her mom had to switch to a lower paying job. Or at least her mom thought it changed everything. At the very least it changed what she was willing to pay on internet and phone bills. Naomi lasted six hours on slow internet before deciding it was unacceptable.

She’d hoped the tantrum would have convinced her mom to switch to a smaller apartment or join her daughter in the cheap diet of chicken tenders. Instead it resulted in her applying for jobs on behalf of her daughter. And to Naomi’s horror, she’d been hired. Somehow. And a decent paying gig, too.

Naomi had made up her mind. She wasn’t going to work. Working was boring and reserved only for functional human beings who weren’t pathetic, walking vaginas. The thought of her as nothing but her genitals almost broke her discipline and brought her to the very precipice of orgasm. No, Naomi would get herself fired quickly in a way that wouldn’t get her arrested. Then her mom would get real and downsize.

Even the edging was strategic. She needed to start getting dressed a few minutes ago. She’d be exhausted and miserable and spacey all day. No sleep, no orgasm, no shower… hell she’d make herself as late as she possibly could!

“Naomi, if you aren’t in that shower in the next two minutes I start smashing your computer!” There was a yell through her door carrying authority that Naomi feared. Ok, maybe she showered, Naomi thought, realizing recently that her mother’s threats were no longer empty.

Her hand left her aching pussy and she sighed with desire watching the euphoria of the girl on the screen. Ok, maybe she cums in the shower, too. She rolled out of her sweaty sheets, stumbling as her exhaustion fully hit her now that she wasn’t three inches from porn shining in her eyes. Ok, maybe she napped in the car…