Vicarious Acts rarely are.

It was with a violent whirlwind that the duo entered the apartment. Caroline’s response to Alan’s kiss was frantic and confused, but her moans made Alan very aware it wasn’t unwelcome. They crashed into the nightstand and then Alan had her against the wall kneading her large breasts through her top with a hungry fervor. But it wasn’t enough.

He shoved her and turned her around pressing her chest and face against the wall. She struggled slightly against him, a part of her brain unsullied by his influence surfacing and letting her know maybe something wasn’t right.

“Master…I..let me- Oh!” She was cut off as Alan Slapped her across the ass, the clap ringing through the room

Alan was staring down at her and feverishly sending waves of arousal to her. He didn’t need lip right now, he didn’t need feedback, he needed out of his head. He smacked her again and sent another wave of lust to her.

He leaned in against her, mouth to her ear, and in a feral husky tone spoke, “Listen…you are a fucktoy right now,” he pulsed her again, “Isn’t that what you wanted?” he smacked her ass and sent another wave, “Every time you sent a picture didn’t you want to be used by me?”

Her response was a cross between a cry and a moan, “Yes…Yes sir oh god. Please! Use me!” There was a smile on her face and tears in her eyes, her voice laden with desperation.

Her reward was to have Alan grab her hair and pull her against him, his hand reaching down to feel her soaked cunt under her skirt. He bit her ear and neck, he felt so much aggression in his gut, so much anger, self-loathing, and pain. He needed it out, and Caroline would be the receptacle for it.

He pulled her skirt off her and undid his jeans, and with little ceremony hilted his hard shaft deep into her. She gasped out, a feeling of release overtaking her feeling Alan inside, and began to buck up against him to meet his thrusts. The room was silent and dark, with the only thing breaking that silence being the slapping of flesh and grunts between the two.

Caroline was clinging to the wall to hold herself up, her face being pushed repeatedly up against it as Alan shoved roughly into her with all the strength he could muster, periodically spanking her as he rode her. There was very little artful about it, no compassion just pure lust, heat, and pent-up negativity.

Alan tried to keep his eyes open and stared down at Caroline, because every time he shut his eyes her figure was replaced. The wide hips were replaced with the athletic form of Selena, her slender legs, her tight stomach, her perky tits, and her eyes staring up at him. He cried out in frustration as he felt himself orgasm deep inside Caroline.

It lasted for some time as he sprayed deep into her, her pussy milking his cock. Finally, with a groan, he pulled out and fell to the ground. Caroline herself slowly slid down from the wall. Heaving breaths and heavy silence took over. Alan brought his knees up to his chest.

Slowly Caroline righted her body and ran her fingers through her golden hair. She made a few attempts to reach out to touch Alan but kept second-guessing and retracted her hand. Eventually, though, she gathered the courage and let out a quiet, “Are you all right Alan?”

It was the first time Alan had heard her use her name in some time. He wanted to lash out, he didn’t want to be pitied and yet he found himself turning to her and just silently shaking his head

“Is there anything I can do for you?” Her voice was trepidatious as she looked him up and down.

“No…I don’t think you can. Things are so fucked up right now I don’t know where to start.” He slumped his face into his knees

“How about from the beginning?” Caroline crawled over and sat next to him.

Alan took a deep breath and looked over at her, “Alright…you asked.” and proceeded to explain what had happened that evening to her.