Nod obediently

It sounds incredible. You don’t want fight it any more. Three whole weeks you’ve been horny every waking moment, images of yourself being mounted flashing through your head while you small talk with suburban dads. Images of you moaning in bliss underneath a muscular, sweaty man just like you are right now. You nod.

You nod like a good little girl, knowing you can never take it back. This is forever. You want this to be forever. This morning you thought Cameron Jones was your worst enemy, and now you think you might be in love with him. You delude yourself into thinking he might love you back once you're the mother to his children.

"Good, 'cause I wasn't gonna take no for an answer. You'll always be my bitch, Sam.”

He slams his hips into you with enough **** the room shakes. Once. Twice. God, he’s so strong! Three times. Your eyes roll back. Four. He cums. You cum with him. You cum like never before. Your body flexes under him, milking his shaft while you gag on his fingers.

Then it’s over. He slides out of you, spanks your ass, and turns to leave.

“You’re welcome, sounded like you came ten times. Oh, and don’t call me. Or text. My girlfriend would flip. I’ll let you know when I need a cumdump.”

He’s gone before you regain the ability to form sentences, leaving you alone in his room with his seed leaking out of your slit. You lay there in stunned silence, unsure how to feel. Your life is over. Part of you wants to cry, but another part is smugly satisfied, certain this is just the first step toward a better life as Scarlett Jones.

You’re still laying naked in a puddle of cum on Cam’s bed when you hear the garage door open. Oh, fuck!