The same slut from before

Bent over the couch. Her couch! Andrew, tall with his dark hair and annoyingly handsome face, had that same dumb slut pinned on the cushions. Biting a throw blanket as she took his fat dick from behind.

She was tall and in infuriatingly good shape. She looked a little tan, with a slim torso and thighs that may not have been as thick as Kira’s, but were significantly more toned. Her blonde hair was long and wavy and she wore long socks up above her knees that were completely impractical.

It was clear that she was Andrew’s type. Kira reflected that to others they probably looked similar, other than being a bit more lean and fit.

As Kira watched she could hear the woman moan loudly as Andrew railed her. They had definitely been going at it awhile as they both had a layer of sweat glistening on their mostly naked bodies.

Andrew spoke up “Yeah! Take it fucktoy! You know you need that dick! Tell me how much you need it slut!”

The woman moaned loudly again, before loosening her bite on the blanket and calling back. “Yeesss! I need your dick daddy! It feels so good! I need you to fuck me daddy! I’m your good little slut!”

“Aarrrrgggghhhhh!” Andrew yelled as he pounded the woman even harder. “Beg for my cum slut! Convince me you deserve it!”

I- I can’t keep watching this Kira thought. It’s weird and wrong. She felt her breathing quicken in nervousness and… arousal. No, gross, that couldn’t be right… but she didn’t look away.

“Please daddy! Fill this tight little hole with your hot cum! It’s yours! Please cum inside me daddy!”

It was so different than how he had been with her, Kira realized. He had always been quiet, not nervous but no where near this passionate. It had been… routine, fine, but unexciting. She had thought it had been enough for both of them. Kira suppressed tears at the thought. He looks much more… into… this. He’s so much more present.

Andrew continued to rail the bimbo for a moment before slowing. “You know what slut! No! You don’t deserve my cum! Not that way at least!”

He pulled out and threw the woman on the couch. Then grabbed her hair. He spun her around, not unlike what Kira had seen a stranger do to Jane the day before, but it felt a little different. Andrew’s passion was tinted with pent up anger as much as want. He lodged his cock deep into the woman’s face and throat, holding her against his pelvis as her face began to turn a little red from lack of breath. Then he yanked her off, her breasts bouncing wildly with the motion and let her catch her breath. It was only a moment before he pulled her face right back onto his stiff throbbing cock. Using her hair to piston her head as a fucktoy, with her sock covered knees on the floor of the apartment. It was clear he was close.

“Now you can have it slut!” He practically screamed. “Now that you’ve worked for it properly! Drink it all Kira!” He yelled as he came down the woman’s throat, spasming with arousal and euphoria.

Did-Did I hear that right? Kira thought to herself. Her breath still hot and her eyes still glued to the scene.

He wanted that… to be me?

Apparently the woman was fine with the name. She moaned with pleasure again and swallowed Andrew’s load. Making sexy big wet eyes up at him, letting him know she was savoring her “gift” until till she came off his cock with a loud pop.

He stumbled back onto the couch, crashing into it in satisfaction. The woman stayed on the floor. Kissing his thighs and spent genitals with soft little smooches. “Thank you daddy.” She said between little kisses.

It was too much. Kira slid to the ground outside the door. Tears welling up in pain and confusion. Trying desperately to sob quietly so she wouldn’t be noticed.