not ok

In front of her stands a man a pale, slender boy who has been hired for this particular 'experiment.' He is trying his best, his cock pale and twitching as he thrusts against her. But to Chloe, it feels like nothing. It feels like being poked by a finger instead of being claimed by a force of nature.

"Is that... it?" Chloe asks, her voice lacking its usual giggly enthusiasm. She pushes him away with one manicured hand, her lip curling in genuine disgust.

"I'm trying, Chloe~" the boy stammers, blushing furiously.

"Don't try, just... stop~" Chloe sighs, flopping back onto the pillows. "This is pathetic. It's like trying to eat air when I'm starving for real food~"

She closes her eyes, and immediately, her mind betrays her. Her neural pathways rewired by months of Daddy's overwhelming dominance immediately flood her with memories of the real thing. She remembers the weight of a massive Black cock, the way it fills every corner of her being, the way it makes her feel small, owned, and utterly erased.

The memory of the BBC makes this white cock seem like a joke, a weak imitation of what she truly needs.

Daddy enters the room, his massive frame blocking out the light. He sees her disappointment and smirks. "What's wrong, princess? Didn't enjoy your first taste of 'straight' life?"

Chloe looks up at him, her eyes suddenly sharpening with a desperate, hungry clarity. "Daddy~ It's terrible~" she whines, reaching for him. "This is... this is nothing~ It's not real~"

She crawls toward him, her hips swaying with a practiced, slutty rhythm. "I thought maybe I could like this~ Maybe I could be normal~ But it's so small~ So weak~ So boring~"

A realization crashes over her like a wave of hot cum: she isn't 'straight' in the way the world understands it. She doesn't want men; she wants them. She doesn't want romance; she wants to be destroyed. Her identity as a lesbian wasn't just broken it was replaced by something far more specific and far more consuming.

"I'm not straight, Daddy~" she confesses, her voice dropping to a needy whisper as she nuzzles against his thigh. "I'm just... BBCsexual~ That's my only truth~ I need something real to fill me up~ Please~ Make me feel real again~"