Stay with Nate

"Ugh I.... I can't deny it anymore. Fucking h-hell Nate. I want your cock Nate. I'll stay." Samantha moaned.

"Perfect haha. I'll organise everything for you. You won't have to worry about a thing." Nate said confidently.

Samantha gave in. She knew she couldn't stay away from this anymore. She was like an addict, falling down into the spiral further and further. She felt frustrated however, not with the fact that she was addicted to Nate and cock, but that she kept thinking about the bland stuff in life. Work and school. John, in her eyes, a pathetic husband.

"P-please. I don't want to deal with thinking about work, about John anymore. Please just-"

"It's all good Samantha. I got you." Nate said, pushing her shoulders down to signal her to blow him. Samantha didn't waste a moment.

"All you need to worry about, is what I want. You're mine remember? My slut? My fucktoy? Haha..." Nate says, grinning down at Samantha as she nods while sliding his cock further and further down her throat. He was the luckiest guy on the planet he thought to himself. But he had a feeling Samantha felt the same way as she massaged his cock with her throat.

Samantha finally decided to try and be at peace with herself. This is how she was, a slut, a fucktoy, maybe even a lover for Nate. She began justifying her behaviour against John as well, and finally came to terms with it as she milked Nate's load down her throat.

"Hahhn fuck!"

John was pathetic, Samantha told herself. If he could fuck her properly, like Nate, then she wouldn't have to go elsewhere to meet her needs. He didn't care about her. He took her for granted. Much of her justification was neither original nor very smart, but nonetheless she was at peace and finally ready to let go of it all once and for all.