Jessica Loves Cock: Gym Whore

Carl jerked off furiously at the screen, face leaned in as his hand tugged the disgusting cock between his legs. On the monitor was some horrid porn only the most vile of gooners would watch. This was his daily ‘nightlife’, after a day at the wage-**** cashier’s job at a gym, ironically of all places.

He would cuss and swear at all the toxic gym rats under his breath, standing around having no other job to work. However, one break sitting in the bathroom stall, he stared at the number scrawled across, saying to call it for a good time. He saw it before, thinking it was a scam. But eventually he caved, dialling the number when he got back home. Surprised to hear a feminine voice on the other line, he quickly gave her his address, now waiting and wondering if the number was as it advertised…

Most of the men who contact her do it via text, because they're usually cautious about hearing a man pick up on the other line. That, or they believe it's some kind of phishing scam, where if you dial the number, your assets will be seized. Jessica told the man that she will see him soon.

About ten minutes later, she's at the stranger's door. She drove over, her Mitsubishi Triton parked by the curbside. Three knocks. She's wearing a tight white sleeveless shirt with lots of open space between her breasts and collarbone, giving the man plenty to look at when he opens the door. And to complete the slutty look, a short pair of pink shorts, cotton, hugging her bubbly ass and wide hips.

The overweight bastard waited excitedly. He could hardly contain himself as he had already begun jerking off. Degenerate as this man was, the only thing you could not subtract from was his cock, which was massive. The meat rod was thick and long, down to his knees as he heard the knocks. He got up, wearing only a greasy grey t-shirt as stumbled over to the door, cock in hand. When he opened, he immediately recognized the woman. Name aside, he saw her coming to the gym almost every other day. With an initial crush, it quickly devolved into anger as he concocted his own mental opinion of her.

“You?! Fucking slut! I knew you were some whore the moment I saw you in the gym! Is this what you do every night?” He asked, keeping the door open, his massive frame blocking the hallway for her to pass however, forcing her to stay outside.

Maybe the man was expecting Jessica to have a different reaction. Shame, anger. Instead, she just giggled. She wasn’t laughing at him, though. She is laughing at the perception that he and so many others at the gym must have of her. One of those gym sluts that show off her body while doing squats or abductor exercises. The difference is, while most women get angry when they spot men trying to catch a sneaky peak at the outline of their ass cheeks or pussy lips through their tight yoga clothing, Jessica just smiles at them and keeps going.

"Ehehe, I bet you thought I didn't notice you staring at me," she said, squeezing her breasts together with her biceps in a cutesy way, obviously intended to be disarming but also slutty. She comes in, confident, a big smile on her face as she notices his cock along the way. "Nnnggh, if I knew you were packing something like that... God, I would have begged you to take me home. Actually, I would have squatted for you in the toilets."

But Carl was enraged by the initial comment, barely even hearing the second half as his anger and pent up lust overwhelmed him. Raising his hand, he slammed a tight deafening slap across her face as she finished, grabbing her hair afterwards as he manhandled her, just dragging her back and forth like she was some tool.

“You fucking bitch! You were just laughing at me the whole time weren’t you?! You and the other sluts there! Well… I’ll show you. Strip!”

Jessica has been with men like him before. And at some point, Jessica began to notice a pattern. The abusive ones turn her on the most. While her giddiness is slapped out the window, her excitement grows stronger. And shortly after, it's all business. She can still feel the sting of his slap on her cheek after stripping, and she's sure at least two or three strands of hair were pulled out. But that's okay, abusing her has made his cock twitch, and that makes Jessica's mouth water.

Seconds later, she is on her hands and knees in front of him, like a dog. A bitch. She lowers her head at his feet. "Please forgive me for being such a rude bitch! Please, please let me make it up to you, Sir! Please let me clean your fat cock with my mouth!"

Carl ‘repaid’ her with a hefty stamp of his foot, heel digging into the back of her head as he lorded over her, justifying his anger with his self-manifested story of her. “That’s better you stupid dog!” Going behind her, he grabbed her hair once again, like a personal leash and dragged her deeper into the messy house, kicking her ass behind her as he had her crawl to the couch.

The smell of stale pizza and beer permeates the living room due to the discarded pizza boxes and empty bottles scattered all over the place. There are also dirty undergarments here and there; draped over the lounge, on the kitchen floor, the man is an absolute slob.

Carl released the slut and walked ahead of her and sat in the centre of the couch, legs spread with his cock erect. “What are you doing, bitch? Hurry up! Suck it!”

God she fucking loves him, how straight to business he is. What a clear way of telling her that she's nothing but a cum dumpster to him. The more toxic side of Jessica wonders how someone with his body shape could be working at the gym, as she has a preconceived notion that anyone who works at a gym must be physically fit and attractive. Like a posterboy of fitness and health. But this guy is fat, that belly would repulse her if she wasn't such a bastard-loving masochist.

Wasting no time, with a smile, she wraps her lips around the head of his cock. The taste is foul, obviously unwashed due to his poor hygiene and style of living. But she doesn't care. Women like her are best suited to work like this anyway - cleaning cocks. Especially big, fat, juicy cocks like this one. She rolls her tongue back and forth, over the foreskin, under it, French-kissing his crown while looking up at him with adoration and eagerness to show submission.

"Ssshhhrrffpt, sslllrrrppfftt!"

Her lips were heavenly. It beat any fleshlight Carl bought online, the tightness, the wetness and the heat, all sent his cock to the edge. He almost lost his mind with a pig-like squeal, precum shooting out of his cock as it spurted thick chewy seed. It had the most vile taste her tongue ever touched, making her taste buds reel in shock.

Carl felt his control over the situation diminish, and felt humiliated, ‘losing’ so quickly to a simple blowjob. The humiliation bubbled to anger and he grabbed Jessica by the hair again and yanked her off, following it with a tight slap.

SMACK

“You fucking whore, trying to seduce me with your cocksleeve of a mouth huh? Don’t forget your place, slut! You’re just a fucking fleshlight!!” He shouted, jamming her head down on his cock as he slammed it down her throat, just jerking her head violently back and forth like she was an onahole.

GLLRK!! GLLRK!! GLLRRKK!

Between violent bursts of jerking, he would yank her up and slap her again.

Smack! Smack! SMACK!

“SAY IT BITCH! TELL ME YOU’RE A WORTHLESS COCKSLEEVE!”

"Gggguuurrrhh! Hhhggggh, I'm just a worthless cocksleeeeeve! A cum dumpsterrrr!"

By the time she is given the chance to speak, her face is a ruined mess. Makeup, her mascara, it looked so perfectly done and pretty, black and purple streaks and smudges run down her face now. Her lipstick, glossy and pink now smeared around her cheeks and worshipfully all over his cock and balls. Snot drools from her nostrils, spit gushes from her mouth and decorates the man's dick with bubbles and foam.

He **** her to repeat after him, though her obedience changed little to his actions, as he continued roughly and violently abused her throat and face until he came, jamming her down and nutting right into her guts. “FUCK I’M CUMMING!!!”

When he came, it was to a messy and almost disastrous effect. His cum burst from her nostrils, and while she would very rarely try to fight anyone while they're having an orgasm, the thickness of his cock makes it excruciating, painful and difficult to maintain her **** sluttiness. She tries to pat his thighs hard, telling him to pull back, but that only seems to make him drive her deeper as if he takes precautions against her pulling away while he's nutting. It's so thick, too - it clogs her throat, overflows into her mouth and spills onto his sack. She feels the dense jizz begin to bloat her stomach. And she was so focused on his orgasm, that she didn't notice her own. She came hard, her panties and skirt both soaked from her masochistic, ****-induced climax.

Driven by animalistic need to conquer, ****, and cum, the beast had no awareness of Jessica. One could replace her with a fuckdoll and nothing would have changed. That was how little he cared as he came, holding her down and suffocating her. Panting, It was only after he caught his breath that he finally gave a fuck about her, looking down as he slid her off his cock, slapping the cum off her face to wake her up from her masochistic orgasm-induced coma.

“Oi! Wake up sleeve. Who said you could rest?” He barked, following up his slap with a claw grip on her tit, sinking his fingers into her obese cow tits as he stretched them out, yanking them like dough, just pulling until he extracted a gut-wrenching scream from her, only letting go after “Make your stupid cow tits useful and stroke my cock bitch!”

"Hnngggh, I love you, I love you, I fucking love youuu," she whines, face twisting in pain, her voice hoarse and croaky from the throatfuck. It sounds wet each time she breathes, and sometimes she has to cough up some cum or gagslime. She's lost in a stupor of delight, loving how he's treating her - it's just the kind of **** a slut like her needs to really enjoy herself. Now, she smiles up at him, lovingly, desperately, spitting on his cock as she bounces her tits on it. They're huge, pale, with pink and soft areola that seem to stare up at him with the same eagerness that she does.

Carl furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, seeing her reaction not match his expectations and it angered him even further. He grabbed her erect nipples together as she stroked, clasping her tits around his cock tightly as he balled his hand up into a fist, hurling it at her face as he jammed her with a right hook. “Shut the fuck up you you freak!” He replied to her confession with a punch to the eye, fracturing her nose. Though he realised she didn’t stop, as somehow now in his rage he was hornier than ever, the feeling of punching the bitch while getting his cock stroked pushing him over the edge as he nutted on her face, glazing her in another thick, yellow load of fermented sperm, the nasty jizz churning in his nuts for weeks. It pooled in her tits as it coated her in his cum, soaking into her hair as she could feel the stench just seeping in, reeking for days.

After cumming twice in a short time, Carl has finally regained some clarity and self control. He got up, letting go of her tits as he dragged her head onto the base of his couch. The feeling of crumbs of chips and grime, musky dirt between the cushions soon overwhelmed by his massive sitting on her face and pressing his nasty asshole against her mouth and nose. His cock rested between her tits once again, he grabs and yanks her breasts up around his cock.

“You’re loving this aren’t you, freak? Fucking masochist slut. You better breathe as hard as you can, loser-whore, unless you wanna die under my ass!” There, he imprisoned her under him. He feels her desperately trying to breathe, inhaling his asshole juices and sweat. Her desperation makes him laugh, but his cock is rock solid once again. This is what he has needed. An ****-craving bitch. He sits up now and then, giving her face an inch of space from his ass - his balls drag along her chin.

“HHHFFFUUUUUUFFFFFHHH!” Jessica gasps loud each time, but makes no attempt to fight him. There’s no struggle, even though her toes curl and her fists ball up beside her. She is a toy. And she might have found another man to give all her love to. ♥

And so, they continue on. Carl treats her like a personal punching bag until the end of the night. When they’re done, Carl seems a lot more calm than before. Jessica is on her knees, kissing his cock, licking him clean, sucking out the smegma and leftover jizz.

“Same time tomorrow, cow,” he says, grinning at her. “And tomorrow, you’re gonna clean this place up. You can be my personal maid AND my cum dumpster.”

“Mmmff… Sshhhrrffppt… Ssslllrrfffppt,” Jessica continues to suckle, she licks along his massive shaft, and kisses his balls. “Mnnggh, yes, Master. Thank you for abusing meeee!”

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