Jessica Loves Cock: Used and Thrown Away

Meet Bob. Bob is always looking for fun when he’s off work, so tonight he goes to one of the local nightclubs. Cherry’s, it’s called. It has a lot of gorgeous women coming in to dance and drink.

He moved along to the bar, wanting to get into the right headspace. A few drinks and he will be ready to party. It looks like everyone in the establishment is already drunk, or maybe they’re on drugs. Loud music blares, thump, thump, thump.

One person, a woman, stands out among the crowd. She’s sitting at the bar, a sombre expression, several empty glasses in front of her. He recognises her, too. He’s definitely seen her before. What was her name again?

“Jess? Not serving today, huh?” He asks with a big grin, trying to be casual as he rests a hand on her shoulder.

That question confuses Jessica for a moment, probably because she's drunk off several shots of Jameson Whiskey and bottles of Asahi. It's late into the night for her, she started off strong, dancing, having fun with other regulars. But as the night wore on, she felt the familiar thirst and wanted to get more drunk. She considered going home, but her alcoholism is almost as strong as her desire to feel wanted and needed by someone.

"Huh...?" She looks at the man, only recognising him after staring at his face for a few uncomfortably long seconds. Bob, a regular at the cafe she works at. She laughs once she gets the joke. "Noooo, it's my turn to be served," she says, using that as a cue to order another drink. Which the bartender reluctantly pours. The drinks should have stopped a while ago.

"Hey, let me buy you that drink and I'll join you." Bob says it so the bartender hears him as well, although he orders a shot of vodka. Shortly after he and Jess both have a drink in front of them.

“Yayyyyyy, thank you Bobbyyyy!” Jessica cheers, drawing out his name.

He runs his eyes along the woman’s body; her not being in the usual waitress uniform allows him to get a better view of her curves, she has a great figure. A total bombshell. And she’s very drunk. With the energy she’s showing off, Jessica should be an easy score.

“So,” Bob starts, as he sits down beside her. “What’s the occasion, Jess? Why are you drinking all by yourself?”

"You knowwwwwwwww, LIFE n all!!" Her accent is thicker than normal, heavy with drunken slurs.

It was a last minute decision to come into the night club, she had just finished her shift. She wanted to get drunk, and the night club sells her favourite drinks at a cheaper price than her local tavern - which she'd probably prefer because of the quieter environment. This time, she really did try to have fun and meet new people. And for a while, it was working. She was having fun dancing with some nice women, but her awkwardness started showing, and it was clear the group weren’t looking for a new friend. So, she left them to drink by herself. Oh well.

She's wearing a black miniskirt, and a black jacket, unzipped, which shows the tight pink sleeveless shirt underneath. She's not showing the usual cleavage, but the shirt is tight enough that the shape of her breasts are clear, and it's very obvious, due to her nipples poking through the thin material of her shirt, that she's not wearing a bra. She's too drunk to realise he's checking her out.

"You drink too! GET JAMESON!" She almost yells the word, sudden excitement in her voice as her eyes fix on her drink again. "it's so GOOD!!!!"

They clink their shot glasses together and drink. Bob grins at her as he orders another shot of Jameson for Jessica, and one for himself as well. This time, he slowly sips on it, not wanting to waste good Whiskey, but also wanting to stay in control.

Wearing khaki slacks and a tight black top that shows off his well-built physique, Bob came to show himself off for the obvious reason of getting a woman to come home with him. And looking at Jess, he’s sure that won’t be a problem. Hell, he probably won’t even have to invite her back to his house.

“Mmm,” he exaggerates his pleasure at the taste of the Jameson. “You have very good taste, Jess. Most women don’t go for whiskey, at least that I know of.”

“Most women are dumb!” Jessica says without pause, and laughs. She’s still bitter about her failed attempt at making new friends tonight.

Bob chuckles. “True that! I’d love to get to know you more, Jess! This is the first time I’m seeing you outside of your work, after all.”

Jessica is used to people showing interest in her at work, but she’s used to it there. She treats those interactions like it's part of a movie, and she's the star. My beloved Jessica. Everyone loves Jessica, she's the best waitress. Your favourite waitress. They all come to see her. That's how she imagines it, at least. But now that she's off work, she's more vulnerable - especially since she's close to being absolutely plastered. Or maybe she’s just feeling more vulnerable because the loneliness has crept in more severely tonight.

She giggles, bats her eyes at him - probably not looking as cute as she imagines the gesture to be. It looks more like she's just blinking at him. "I'll tell you aaaanything you wanna know, Bobbyyyyy!"

Bob locks eyes with her, knowing she’s the type of woman that loves attention - and he gives her all the attention she craves. His lips curl into a smile as her takes another sip from his glass. Jessica sees him drink, and decides to drink as well. Of course, she finishes her shot in one go, and orders another. God, she’s making this so easy for him.

“You’ll tell me… anything? Well… how about you tell me if you’re single? We can start there. I never thought to ask before since I was with someone until recently. I came here to take my mind off that, but now… I’d really like to know if you’re taken. Do you have a lucky guy?”

"I'm single," she answers, her voice becoming softer, feeling like it's more appropriate to be tender and vulnerable now. Maybe he will like her more if she shows her a side of herself that's more vulnerable. Guys like that sort of thing, she's pretty sure. She's blushing, and it's obvious she's nervous now because a man is showing interest in her.

“Good! I was hoping that was the case. Honestly, Jess, I’ve had my eye on you for a while but the time just wasn’t right.” That’s right, make her feel special. Make her feel like she’s seen. Wanted. He can tell she’s struggling to stay focused, but she’s looking at him, giving her best because she loves what she’s hearing. “I’m so glad I met you tonight before someone else got to you.”

“I…” Jessica is dumbstruck.

“I’m sure any of the guys here would kill to talk to you, if they knew you. You’re so beautiful, you light up the room. I come to that cafe just for you, and I bet every other man does, too.” Bob knows that he’s laying it on thick, but it lands with super effectiveness. Jessica seems to be gushing now, face very red, a big goofy grin forms on her face that she covers up with embarrassment.

Letting her know how desirable she is, is clearly working very well. She does have a great body, a very pretty face, albeit slightly boyish because of her short hair. But she has a shitty job and the drinking problem would turn most self respecting men away. Bob respects himself, so he’s obviously not looking for a girlfriend in Jess. Just a quick fuck.

He reaches a hand under the bar table and rests it on her thigh. “What do you say we go somewhere private, I wanna be with you, and just you.”

Jessica’s lifestyle is something of a contradiction. She has a good education and is well spoken, yet she’s satisfied working as a waitress. She goes to the gym five times a week without fail, which shows a strong sense of commitment, yet she gets drunk almost every night. Most people don’t know that side of her, though. They only see the cheerful, friendly and caring waitress - the mask that she wants them to see, at the Coffee Pot cafe. Not the depressive, sometimes suicidal and self-loathing woman she is at home who drowns herself in alcohol and cries herself to sleep.

So, any positive attention, and she latches onto it. Her heart is racing now, she swallows nervously, and nods. "Mmm... Sure," she says, "Where do you want to go? I bet you have a big dick…" She whispers that last part.

When she's drunk, Jessica has a habit of saying whatever comes to mind without really giving it much thought. And then maybe she's lucky enough - or unlucky enough - to remember anything the next day.

Oh, she is so easy. Bob grins. He’s a working man with a respectable, well paying job. That clashes with how he chooses to spend his free time, though, and he knows he should settle down. But he enjoys this way of life too much, how free it is, he revels in the pleasure of it. Going to nightclubs and looking for a young, pretty woman drunk out of her mind and willing to spend the night with him is probably his favourite thing to do.

He leans in closer to her, moving his hand further up along Jessica’s thigh and whispers in her ear - letting her feel his breath. His hand slides to her ass, grabbing, groping whatever is accessible beyond the barstool. “I need you now… Let’s go to the bathroom.”

Jessica has been in this situation many times before. She gets so drunk, and easy, and then someone takes advantage of her. It has never worked. She gets exploited. For some reason, no matter how many times it happens, she still believes this could be the start of something beautiful. A real relationship. Finally, she can have a chance to show someone what a beautiful soul she is. Finally, someone will grow to love her for who she is. She's already imagining going on dates with Bob, getting to know him better. She imagines him introducing her to his parents. She imagines watching anime with him, and on that note, introducing him to anime and making him love it as much as she does.

Maybe she could even reach out to those two friends she had in high school. The only people Jessica really felt like she had were genuinely her friends. She could show them how happy she is now, and maybe they could all hang out together again just like the good old days.

All these wonderful thoughts flash by in a moment, and then she's up and following him into the bathroom. The men's bathroom. It feels so sneaky, but that makes it exciting.Maybe they will do stuff like this with him on a regular basis, sneaking away from their friends and family to show their love for one another.

But it’s hard to walk straight. She bumps into a few people along the way, who either admonish her for being too drunk, or actually ask to make sure she’s okay. She ignores them either way, focusing on her new love. Bob takes her hand, he helps guide her through. He’s so sweet, his smile is so charming. Jessica can feel her chest tightening. Is she already in love with him? The man who will make her happy. She can finally be happy! Then, they’re in the men’s bathroom, within the handicap stall and she’s getting on her knees in front of him.

Bob can’t help but be a little surprised, even slightly disappointed by how easy it was to get her on her knees. He smiles down at the drunk idiot, knowing she probably feels this is all so special, and that she has no idea he’s laughing at her on the inside. He opens his pants and pulls out his cock, a thick, semi-erect black shaft flops out in front of her.

“That’s a good girl, Jess. C’mon, give me some love. I’ll love you forever.”

She is obviously very single-minded right now, as when the man's cock is pulled out, it's all she can focus on. She doesn't hesitate in taking it into her mouth, closing her eyes like she's savouring the taste. To feel it slowly grow in her mouth as she massages it with her tongue, moving her head forward, letting it fill her mouth until her chin is resting against his balls. She continues licking, bathing his cock within her mouth with her spit. But once it starts getting big and hard enough to grow towards her throat, she surprisingly begins to push harder against him, and she gags as the head of his cock probes into her throat.

"Hhhrrgghk. Hhhggrrggghk!"

Bob lets out a pleasured sigh, enjoying the way her tongue lathers his shaft. He grows harder in her mouth as she moves her head back and forth, dutifully slurping along his length before taking him into her throat.

“Mmmmfhh! Good girl, that’s it. Take it deep. Deep!” He growls, as his cock reaches its full length. His disappointment grows stronger, though. If she can handle a cock his size so easily, and his cock is really fucking big, she has probably been in this position with a lot of men. So, he probably wasn’t the first person to take advantage of her like this. Completely throwing away any idea of seeing her again, he can’t help but feel aroused at the idea that this poor, stupid bitch is used and tossed away so easily. And the idea that others will probably do the same makes him twitch hard in her throat.

He grabs her by the head, hands on her ears as he slowly guides her up and down on his shaft. He’s using her mouth like a toy to please himself.

As he slowly starts to hump her mouth, Jessica’s gagging grows more intense. Sometimes it sounds violent and loud, and obviously uncomfortable. Only for her, though, which right now, she doesn't seem to mind. Sometimes, as she looks up through the tears forming in her eyes, she can see the look of pleasure on the man's face. And knowing Bob is feeling good makes her discomfort worth it. Knowing that she's the reason he feels good makes any pain or discomfort worth it, since they're probably going to be spending the rest of their lives together. She could do this for him a lot. She gags harder, but doesn't resist. Even when his cock slides deep down her throat, enough to form a thick bulge within her neck and snot leaks from her nostrils and gagslime bursts from her mouth and all over his balls, she still doesn't do anything to stop him. She just licks, slurps, thinking she's showing him what good girlfriend material she is - wife material - when really, she's just showing him how easily he can use her and walk all over whatever boundaries she should have, but doesn't.

"GGGHHRFFGGHK! UURRGGGGHK!"

Bob has had women in this position before, moaning and gagging on his cock as they throat him. He looks down at Jessica and has even less respect for her now. He really doesn’t like what he sees. Something about her, the way her face is scrunched up in discomfort, yet she still tries to look pretty and loving. He can swear she’s smiling with her mouth around his cock as well. It’s just not erotic at all, not what he was looking for. Her noises are also loud and clumsy, not at all lewd. It’s kind of gross. Offputting, even.

He’s starting to really see why she is single. Sure, her mouth feels great, and he can feel the dedication she has to his pleasure. But, she’s probably like that with every other cock that’s been in her mouth.

He can feel his orgasm drawing near… but any desire to be with her longer than he needs to be is rapidly leaving him. He starts rocking his hips hard, groans bounce off the walls of the bathroom as he fucks her face, trying to get this over with.

“Ooooh! Ooohhh fuccccckkkk!” Cum begins blasting straight down her throat, he holds her head down, not interested in the sounds of choking and focusing only on his pleasure. It’s the only thing that he’s enjoying about the situation right now, anyway. He also can’t help but imagine his ex girlfriend, wishing it was her mouth getting him off.

He pulls back just in time to let a few ropes of cum unload on her face, thinking his image of Jessica might be saved with the facial… but it’s not.

“Hhuugggh, uurrgghk, kkuufffhk!” Jessica breaks into an immediate coughing fit, but she forces out the words, “I love you,” while the man starts wiping the cum beading off the tip of his cock onto her face and hair.

“Cool,” Bob says, as post-nut clarity kicks in making him lose interest in her completely. “Gotta go though, see ya!”

“Wait, what’s your number?”

But Bob ignores her, leaving the stall, and the cum dumpster alone.

After a few minutes pass, someone else enters the bathroom to use one of the wall urinals. He hears the sound of a woman crying in the handicap stall and figures it’s just some stupid bitch going through a breakup.

---

If you enjoy this story, please consider joining my SubscribeStar! Your support will help me write more like this! I post more like this every 3-7 days!

I would also recommend looking into my Subscriber's Choice Tier, if you're interested in something slightly personalised, or wanting an additional chapter to a specific story!

You can also join My Discord server if you want to chat or have questions. I'm always happy to talk about my writing, tehe. Others there may have similar interests, and there are other writers like me there, too. ♥