You meet your counterpart

The doorway melts behind you as you walk into a dingy, cluttered apartment, littered with dirty plates and old takeout bags. You scratch your head, it kinda reminds you of your old pad. As you tip toe through the room, you hear the muffled sound of a woman screaming from the bedroom.

You peek your head through the doorway to get a better look. Scanning the trash-covered room, you spot a stained bed with no bed sheets occupied by two women in a desperate struggle.

Or rather, one of them is struggling. A disheveled brunette in a ratty Nirvana shirt, roughly your age, has her legs locked around another woman’s head. A rather prominent brow line and a slight underbite give the impression of a brutish woman, in other words, a stone cold looks match for David. And on top of that, you notice white letters glowing above her head. Davia.

The one between her legs, a stacked blonde with a fat ass and tits so big you can see them hanging from behind, squirms under her iron-tight grip, letting out muffled screams as her master grinds her pussy against her face.

Digging her fingers deep into the blonde’s hair, Davia grunts crudely while she humps her victim’s face. Her eyes roll back in ecstasy as her thighs tense around the poor woman’s head, squeezing her like she’s trying to crack open a watermelon.

Bucking her hips in the air, the brunette’s legs tremble as she collapses into a full body orgasm. She mushes the other woman’s face into her cooch and screams at the top of her lungs like a dying animal.

“OH FUUUUUCK OH FUUUUUCK OH FUUUUUCK SLURP ME YOU FUCKING WHORE FUUUUUCK!!!” She roars, squirting all over her cunnilingee. Her humps falter slowly until she relaxes her legs, dropping her victim onto the bed.

With a squeal, the blonde manages to push the brunette’s leg up and collective a few breaths. “Can we stop for a little bit?” She whines as her back heaves up and down. “It’s been hours, and you’ve cum like eight times already!”

Davia gives her a good slap across the cheek. “We’re not done till I say we’re done!” She roars. “This is my universe, Kristi said I can do whatever I want with you! Just let me catch my breath, that one really drained my bladder…”

You can’t help but gawk at this female carbon-copy of yourself. Stupid, disheveled, entitled, and an enthusiast for facefucking, it’s almost like she was made in a lab. As you gawk, you lean forward, stepping on a crumbled up piece of paper.

Startled, Davia opens her legs a hair and sits up on the bed. Her blonde fuck doll takes this opportunity to make a break for it, darting past you and sprinting out the door.

“Where do you think YOU’RE going?!” Davia calls out. “Get back here!” Turning to the doorway, her slack jawed expression barely changes when she notices you.

Grumbling under her breath, Davia rolls off the bed and gets to her feet, standing in a caveman pose, her knuckle dragging arms hanging limply at her sides. While not ugly per se, her glazed over brown eyes and poor body hygiene leave much to be desired, although her vaguely hourglass-shaped figure manages to elicit a twitch from your cock. Showing very little signs of intelligent thought, she blinks twice before opening her mouth to speak.

“And who the hell are you? I thought it was only s’posed to be… GIRLS here…” she grunts in a hoarse voice. Your cock hardens as you stare at her bottomless figure, surprisingly, slobbishness aside, she actually has a halfway decent body. Her cantalope-sized breasts dangle behind her loose, stained t shirt, with perky nipples practically begging to be pinched or bit.

“Ah, hell, you’ll do,” she groans, snapping you out of your trance. “C’mere…” Leaning forward, she seizes you by your head and knocks you to the ground, wrapping her putrid crotch around your face and locking you in tight. You try to pull yourself free, but evidently, infinite time spent squeezing her legs around women’s heads has given her almost superhuman grip strength. She starts humping your face aggressively, tensing her thighs so tight it feels like your head is going to explode. You hold you breath for as long as you can until you’re forced to inhale through your nose.

And wouldn’t you believe it, the smell is intoxicating. The deep, musky aroma of her putrid, unwashed vagina fills your body with pheromones, driving you insane with lust. The urge to fight back leaves your body.

“OHHHH FUCCKKKK YESSSSS!!!” She roars in her deep, hoarse voice. You slurp at her vulva in a hormone-driven frenzy, sucking all the juices from her lips and slurping it down like an Arab in the desert. Her legs begin to tense up even tighter, before long, a fountain of squirt erupts from her pussy. You gulp it down greedily while her legs twitch around your head.

Davia relaxes her legs, taking a moment to recover from one of the strongest orgasms she’s ever had. As she huffs and puffs with your head still squarely locked between her legs, you shift the lower half of your body, walking it in a circle until your knees plant on opposite sides of her head. Panting with her eyes closed, she doesn’t notice the 10 inch cock dangling over her face until you plunge it balls-deep in her throat in one swift glub.

Davia’s body tenses up at the sudden object lodged in her throat. As the reigning master of this universe, she had expected you to react like one of her fuck slaves, taking all her of her abuse without giving back any of your own. Sputtering underneath of you, she pushes her hands against your stomach, trying to throw you off of her.

Fortunately, you’re a good bit stronger than she is. You grab her scrawny arms and pin them behind her back, immobilizing her with ease. Squeezing her skull between your thighs, you roll over and wrap your legs criss cross around the back of her head, locking her in place with the back of your knees.

“GLEEERRRRRGHHHH,” she gags in a deep voice, spraying your cock with puke. You stroke her throat a few times to get your cock lubricated, then start thrusting into her mouth like a jackrabbit, using the back of your knees to bounce her head.

Gagged and immobile, Davia’s struggling ceases when she realizes she’s helpless to free herself. Seeing no possibility for escape, her next decision proves why they sent you here. She clamps her legs around your head and starts facefucking you back, obviously, if she’s going to be stuck here, she might as well get some pleasure of her own. You bury your tongue in between her lips and start eating her out while you ream her gullet.

“GOOOOOAAAAGGHHHH!!!” Davia retches as her throat explodes on your dick. The walls of her throat almost vibrate, fluttering as a torrent of juices washes over your shaft. The sloppy, spitty mixture of phlegm and spit trickles out of her lips, running down her tangled, matted hair and soaking into it. Her legs kick on opposite sides of her head, raking over your scalp but not letting go of the iron tight grip around your head.

Slurping intently at her pussy, you slide your focus to her clitoris, spinning your tongue around it in tight circles. With her wrists palmed in one hand, you reach the other inside her shirt and cop a feel of her cool, soft breasts, stretching your hand to grasp both nipples with your thumb and your pinky at the same time. You grope her roughly for a moment before latching on to one nipple, hard, pinching and pulling like you’re trying to rip it off.

“UUUURRGGGHHHEEEEEEE!!!” She squeals, half belching and half screaming through the throbbing stick of meat pummeling her uvula. Using all of her gorilla-grip strength, she clenches her legs around your head and neck, hoping to suffocate you. In response, you clamp your legs around her head, sheathing your cock with your balls plugging her nostrils. Davia’s tongue slithers out of her mouth, probing for an airway, but your girthy cock is too thick for it to do much more than lick off the slop that has pooled on top of your pubic mound.

Deadlocked in a heated battle for submission, you and Davia squeeze your legs viciously around each other’s heads. Determined not to give in, you grab her ass with your free hand and poke around for her butthole, penetrating it with two fingers when you find it. Her sphincter spasms around your fingers, clutching them tight around the entrance.

“CCKKKKKLLLLSSSSPSPPSPPSP…” She gags, too weak to let out a full retch. Clear fluid bubbles out of her mouth, she’s starting to lose consciousness. Smelling victory, you roll her limp body onto her back, pressing all of your weight onto her chin with your pubic bone. Uncrossing your legs, you plant your knees on either side of her head, ready to pound her gullet to smithereens.

Davia’s legs drop to the floor as you start jackhammering her face, your balls careening off her cheeks with heavy thuds. Unconscious, her throat gags involuntarily, spraying you with foamy, white, throat juices. You hilt your cock and dig into her chin, letting her esophagus flutter around your shaft. You grab both nipples between your pointer finger and thumb and twist, jump starting her like dead car battery.

Davia sputters to life, her fingers twitching as her consciousness loads in. Remembering her situation, she lifts her legs in the air and clamps them around your head, as you fall forward, your cock slips out just enough for her to take a breath.

Just enough.

You quickly regain your balance and slam your hips into her cheeks, re-engulfing your cock in her throat. Mustering all your strength, you swing both of you backwards and land on your ass, her legs clinging to you like a baby monkey. Seated upright, Davia is draped over you, her thighs over your shoulders and her head buried in your groin. You grab the back of her head with both hands and start skullfucking her violently, using her mouth like a cheap fleshlight from spencer’s. Your cock begins to swell in her throat, it won’t be long before you bust, and judging by the tensing of her thighs, it won’t be long for her either.

Tired, out of breath, and ready to cum, you shakily get to your feet, hoisting Davia up on your shoulders. Delirious from lack of oxygen, Davia bounces her head back and forth on your cock, sputtering while she grinds her pussy on your tongue. ‘The throatpie is coming,’ you think to yourself. Turning towards the bed, you have to time this just right. Your swollen balls, itching for a release, swell against Davia’s cheeks, you hold it in as long as you can, and when you feel her thighs tense, you crouch down for one last move.

As Davia’s pussy starts to pulse, you wrap your arms around her tight and leap onto the bed, body slamming her head into the padding. The impact forces their entire length of her tongue out of her mouth, where it spreads warmly against your pubic mound. The dam bursts the second her head makes impact, releasing what feels like gallons of hot sperm directly into her stomach. Unconscious, Davia’s legs drop limply to her side as her pussy convulses, her lips continuously throbbing in front of you. Your cock continues to cum, you count 40, maybe 50 spurts before losing count. Your eyelids grow heavy as your orgasm continues, losing your grip, you slump forward, still pulsating in Davia’s unconscious gullet.