A montage of goth-slut-on-goth-slut action.

“Mmmmn, fuck… feels so good,” Joy said as my hips slapped into her jiggly rear over and over again.

“Same here,” I replied, railing her from behind with my girthy cock—which was evidently a grower. “You’re so tight,” I added, “and you’re practically drooling down here.” I let a couple of my fingers graze over her clit, feeling its wetness and smiling.

“Mmmmn fuck!” she moaned deeply. “Don’t be a pussy, be rough with me,” she almost hissed her demand.

I quickly reached forward and grabbed hold of one of her pigtails, yanking it backward as I fucked her roughly from behind.

“Ah! Yeah! That’s the good shit,” she growled back at me and moaned again.

I replied by reeling back and giving her ass a hearty smack! I grinned and increased my pace, leaning forward to grab more than a handful of her amazingly soft titflesh in my free hand.

“Shit! I’m gonna cum! Fuck!” she announced through gritted teeth then let out a deep, guttural moan.

“Me too,” I admitted and then pinched one of her gumdrop-sized nipples between my fingers and tugged on it.

I felt her inner walls constrict around me as she yelled in a half-moan, “Fill me up, you twink slut!”

Hearing her call me that made sure she wouldn’t have to ask me twice. With the last ounce of control that I had over my body before the impending climax rocked my whole system, I grabbed her other pigtail and yanked backward as hard as I could and let myself fall backward. We both landed on the couch with a resounding thud and the **** of the impact drove my cock as deep as it could go inside her wet cunt. That’s when my ejaculation began, and I proceeded to pump a massive amount of spunk directly into her womb as she rode me reverse-cowgirl-style.

If not for the crackly nature of her voice, her loud moans would have been close to screaming, but frankly the wispy breathy moans were equally sexy to me. When her orgasm had subsided, she collapsed backward onto me, and I was happy to have her. I reached my hands around to her front and began squeezing and manhandling her criminally large tits as I continued to cum inside her. I could hear the squelching noises of the frankly ludicrous quantities of sperm as it oozed out from the creampie, and I could see my balls in the mirror twitch with each new shot, squeezing another glob of pearly white out of the sides.

“Ohhh fuck,” Joy said, breathily. “This is so fucking good.”

I laughed, “Congrats, you just popped my cherry.”

“Seriously?” she asked, turning her head.

“Yeah. I was kind of a loser when I was alive, pretty big nerd.”

She reached a hand behind her and gave my hip a quick slap, “Hey, you nerdy types are cute, it’s why I decided to do this job. Atlas keepers get to hang out with the biggest dorks around.” After saying this, she closed her eyes, smiled, and wiggled her hips to try and bury my length even further inside her. Another spurt of cream went into her pussy, I still hadn’t stopped ejaculating. The feeling of just continually creaming inside her was oddly relaxing, though.

“You seemed to imply earlier that you were assigned to other residents before me. If you’re such a dork-chaser, what made you stop being their, uh, keeper?” I asked, and I felt it was a fair question. This was especially true because in just this short amount of time, I was starting to feel a real danger of falling for Joy. I needed to make sure I wasn’t setting myself up for heartbreak here.

Joy heaved an exasperated sigh and replied, “I knew this would come up. Look, it’s not really that big of a deal. The short version is that while I do think nerdy types are cute and I love it when they go full nerd mode, I’m also a rampant disaster slut. My sex drive is out of control, and I need a resident that will be able to keep up with that. My previous two residents were adorable little dorks, sure, but they didn’t have much of a libido. They were ninety-nine percent focused on building their world and having an adventure, and that’s perfectly fine. I was happy for them, but I needed a little extra, you know?”

I nodded. “That’s fair.”

“I don’t think I’ll have the same problem with you, though. Your first act of creativity was to make yourself look like a tomgirl version of me and then wasted no time in participating in borderline self-cest.”

“I couldn’t really help myself,” I said. “You’re perfect in just about every way.” Then I got a little curious and asked, “Not to change the subject too drastically, but uh, how much longer am I going to be ejaculating?” I had not stopped cumming yet, there was so much excess spunk drooling from Joy’s pussy and onto the couch that it was starting to fall to the floor beneath us.

“I dunno man, you’re in control of that. I think you can just stop whenever you want to.”

“Oh,” was all I could think to say as another couple of spurts flooded her pussy. “Just a little longer then,” I said as I wrapped my arms around her waist and thrust upward to push myself deeper inside.

“No complaints here,” Joy said, smiling.

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Later…

“Man, what a freak,” Joy teased, standing above me as I lay on the floor in front of her. Her petite and gorgeous foot was pressing down on my erect cock. Her arms were folded under her bust and she was giving me a look of pity. “I’ve basically made myself available to do whatever you want, and you want me to step on you like some kind of bug? Gross.”

I knew that her words were facetious, but they still stung in a really nice way. What could I say? I was a switch, and getting bullied by a big-titty goth girl was kind of my jam.

“When you said you were a loser, I had no idea you were this pathetic,” she continued, grinning down at me as her toes slid up and down my length. “Maybe I should abandon you for a more manly resident, I’m sure there’s one out there somewhere. Someone who could really put me in my place.”

“Please don’t,” I begged, “I’m just a pathetic loser, Joy. I’d be less than nothing without you.”

She giggled and shrugged her shoulders, making her huge tits bounce a little, “Yeah that’s true. And I guess I’m enjoying myself a little. It’s pretty fun picking on someone fucked up enough to get hard when I step on his dick.” She pressed down with her foot harder, actually sandwiching my cock between her sole and my belly, then began stroking my length between her black-polished toes.

“It feels so good, Joy,” I admitted, moaning a little and feeling myself get closer to climax.

“I bet you’re getting close, huh?” she asked. “You pathetic losers are always so easy to read.”

I nodded furiously and moaned as if for emphasis.

She cackled in her crackly husky voice and licked her lips, “Go ahead and soil yourself then, you little boyslut.”

Then, right on cue, I began ejaculating all over my own torso and belly. Even after I had begun to shoot my creamy load, she didn’t stop stroking with her foot, effectively milking me.

“Holy shit, you really are a masochist slut, cumming all over yourself like that,” she leveled another look at me that was a cross between pity and absolute sadistic glee. God, she was so hot.

“Your foot feels too good, Joy,” I said, moaning as my sperm rocketed not just along my torso but even up to my face. A little bit even shot into my mouth. My first impulse was to spit it out in disgust, but then I noticed how good it tasted and my eyes opened wide.

Joy noticed too, and her own expression shifted to a devilish grin. “You know, your spunk actually looks really tasty.”

“I-it is,” I admitted, blushing a little as more cum squirted onto my chest and face.

“Oh, then I bet you’d like some more, huh? Here, I’ll help you out.” She snapped a pair of fingers and a purple light enveloped the tip of my cock. I was still ejaculating, and my penis was pulsing, but no sperm was erupting from it anymore. Instead, I felt my lips seal shut and my mouth began to fill up with more of my own spunk.

In a slight panic owing to the unexpected nature of this development, I began frantically swallowing. This proved to be surprisingly difficult owing to how sticky and thick my cum was. Luckily, there wasn’t an overwhelming amount filling my mouth, so I could get away with chewing some of it before gulping it down.

“Wow, this is about as low as you can go, I think,” Joy teased more, milking even harder with her foot. “You’ve gone full slut now, I think, a real boy-whore gulping down his own cum and loving every swallow.”

I couldn’t deny that she was right, I was in a state of **** bliss. Who would have known that drinking pints of my own spunk would make me so happy? I actually began entertaining the idea that **** was the best thing to ever happen to me.

“Actually, you look a little too happy, and you’ve gone and made such a mess. Here, I’ll help you clean up.” She stopped rubbing my length with her foot then and widened her stance a little. She rested two of her fingers on either side of her puffy vulva and then began urinating.

Okay I lied, this was true bliss. Her warm golden stream was now splashing against my furious erection and urging even more of my own delicious cream into my mouth.

“Oh my god, are you cumming even harder now?” She cackled again, “As soon as I think you reach rock-bottom, you just keep sinking lower and lower.”

And it was true, this was some truly depraved shit. She had magically linked the tip of my cock to the inside of my mouth so I could drink my own ejaculate and she was now urinating on the penis she had just been stepping on with her foot. But I was on cloud nine and didn’t want this to end yet.

Luckily, the rules about pissing seemed to be the same as the ones about cumming, because she continued to piss on me for as long as I wanted her to. Which ended up being for several continuous minutes. She never stopped berating me along the way, either.

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Even later…

“Hey, that was kind of intense, you cool?” she asked.

“Oh yeah, that was amazing,” I said.

“Just making sure. You know I didn’t mean any of that, yeah?”

“I know. Except the stuff about me being a boyslut, right?”

She giggled, “Oh yeah, no walking away from that one, pal.”

We spent some time cuddling.

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Some time even laterer…

“That’s right, **** on my cock,” I growled while balls-deep in Joy’s throat. She lay upside-down on the couch, her breasts wobbling with each thrust of my hips, and I could see her neck bulge when her chin touched down on the base of my dick. Both of these details were very satisfying to watch.

One might think that giving a blowjob to someone who had sharp, pointy teeth would be a bad idea both in concept and practice; luckily for me, it seemed I was pretty much indestructible. No matter how hard she chose to bite down, it wouldn’t break the skin and at worst would make my shaft feel a little itchy for a second. Frankly, the feeling was kind of nice, especially if she nibbled just under the glans.

And any discomfort as a result of her teeth was easily outweighed by the sheer pleasure of her mouth, throat, and especially tongue. It was as though everything on the inside of her lips was designed specifically for oral sex. Her throat-pussy was wet, tight, and since her tongue started far down in her esophagus and was prehensile, she could actually coil the tendril around my length as it traveled inside.

I was once again, for an entirely different reason, in total bliss. But I had to get even for the teasing I had sustained when I was bottoming, so I had to struggle to put up a front.

“And you called me pathetic,” I scoffed at her as I reached down and slapped her massive wobbling tits. They were so jiggly and pliant that I could actually see the impact ripple from one side of her rack to the other. “Yet here you are, gobbling down my cock like a total tramp.”

She moaned around my length, sending a pleasing vibration surging through my body. I had goosebumps. While all of this was happening, her hands were down between her legs, feverishly fingering her no doubt drenched pussy and pinching her stiff clit.

I giggled in a girlish fashion, “How does it feel having your throat-pussy violated by the cock of a girly-boy, huh?” As I teased her, I pinched her nipples and roughly tugged them toward me.

The resulting muffled moan was very intense, and her hips even came up off the couch like she was climaxing.

I shook my head and feigned exasperation, “Can’t even get a real man to fuck your throat so you have to quench your insatiable thirst for fat cock with some guy who’s better at being a girl than you.”

She moaned again, this time clearly because of the verbal ****, and that fact turned me on to no end. I wasn’t going to last much longer; she was about to experience first-hand how delicious my cum was.

“That’s it, keep sucking and stroking it with your tongue,” I commanded. “Everything behind those lips belongs to me. You’re nothing but a slutty goth bimbo and I’ll make you addicted to my femboy cock.”

Suddenly, Joy’s voice erupted into my head, so loud that it felt like she had used a megaphone to shout directly into my brain.

QUIT STALLING AND GIVE ME YOUR SPUNK, DAMN IT!

The forcefulness of this seemingly telepathic demand was so powerful it nearly knocked me off my feet. I blinked and grinned.

“Beg me for it and I just might let you have a taste.”

Please, give it to me, I need it! This projected voice was less loud, and definitely had more of a **** pleading quality to it.

This was acceptable. I picked up the pace with my hips, driving my cock even deeper into her tight hole. It didn’t take long for me to burst. To steady myself as I shot my most intense load yet, I slapped my hands down on each of her wobbling pale tits and gripped them tightly in my fingers.

Her mouth-pussy immediately flooded with my pearly cream and her tongue began stroking my cock more rapidly inside her throat, milking out everything I had to offer. All the while, her hips were jerking every which way in the throes of orgasm, and the amazing part was that she had stopped fingering herself at some point to grip the cushions of the sofa like she was hanging on for dear life. This, of course, meant that her current climax was the result of no stimulation besides the manhandling of her breasts and the pints of sticky goop that was flooding directly into her stomach.

I began pulling myself out of her mouth, but both her hands whipped up to my hips like lightning bolts and desperately held me in place.

Don’t you fucking dare pull that beautiful cum faucet out of my mouth! Joy’s voice admonished me in my head. This shit tastes way too good.

So, I kept it there, but only left the tip between her lips because I was enjoying watching and hearing her swallow my thick ropes of sticky cum. Each heroic and struggling gulp made her neck bulge in a pleasing way. And astonishingly, every handful of seconds that passed would come with more jerky hip movements and even a spray of fluid from her own squirting pussy against the back cushions of the couch.

“What a fucking slut,” I said, “cumming from just drinking my dick-milk. A shameful display, Joy.”

She gave a whimpering moan and then did something that surprised me. She said nothing—not that she really could in her current state—but one of her hands removed itself from my hip and searched out my own hand. We interlocked our fingers together and in spite of the clear erotic absurdism of the situation, I felt a little pluck at my heartstrings.

That was when I began to understand Joy beyond just a surface-level. She initially brushed off her previous partnerships with other residents as ‘not a big deal’, but this one simple gesture made me realize she was probably just putting on a front. She had feelings for them and had her heart broken when she saw the writing on the wall each and every time. She was clearly more sensitive than she let on.

I smiled as I shot a few more ropes into her eager mouth and squeezed her hand in my own. I wouldn’t let her down.

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Later still…

“My turn now,” I said.

“Huh?”

“Everything okay? I said some pretty nasty stuff.”

She laughed, “Fuck yeah you did, it was hot as hell.”

I laughed this time.

“Don’t worry, I know you didn’t mean any of it.”

“Yeah?”

She nodded, “Just promise me something.”

“I’m listening.”

She hesitated, then said, “Keep it up.”