First Swinger Experience

 

 

 

 

 

Affer 25 years of marriage, Cliff 51, and his wife Dianne, 41, had pretty much done every thing a normal couple could do in bed. Cliff had cum in every hole she had, Dianne had swallowed many, many times, they had fucked in crazy and erotic places while on vacation, you name it. There was, however, the one turn-on that they'd never experienced, he'd mentioned it before but truly never, ever thought his somewhat prudesh wife would go for, her letting him watch her get wildy fucked by another man.

Dianne came home from the salon one day and had a juicy bit of gossip to share, their son's ex girlfriend Katleyn and her boyfriend Kevin were swingers. Katelyn was 25, three years older than their son, they had broken up 4 years ago but Dianne still got her hair done in the salon where Katelyn worked. Her hairdresser Jamie was talking to another employee and Dianne overheard her and proceeded to share the juicy gossip with her husband Cliff.

"Apparently they love to watch each other while they have sex with other people, can you imagine?" Cliffs cock stiffened at the thought and said, "As I've told you before that's a major turn on to many couples and has always been that taboo fantasy of mine, but I don't think I could actually watch you do it but man does that give me wood."

"Me having sex with another man while you watch turns you on? Why? "

"Well," Cliff tried to explain the perverse thought like this, "seeing you turning on another man is erotic, you letting him lick you, you servicing his cock, and you getting fucked is like the ultimate fantasy because it would only be about sexual pleasure, I get to go home with you and relive that thought forever." I am sure that's why Katelyn and Kevin do it, not because they don't love each other but because they do love each other.

"So if I brought them home and said, let's swap, you'd do it? You would let me suck and fuck a 25-year old man while you watched and you did the same with Katelyn?" Now Cliff knew that was a loaded question, because if he admitted he wanted to fuck his son's ex girlfriend, his wife might be pissed and if he didn't he might miss out on the most erotic fantasy of his life. "We are talking hypothetical right? I mean you would never actually do that, would you? And let me be with another woman while you watched?"

Dianne sort of laughed and said facetiously "he is 25, why would he want to swing with a 41-year old mother? I am sure they hook up with younger, hot couples and not couples that could be their parents." Cliff sort of laughed it off too and like that the discussion was seemilngly over.

Three days later when Cliff got home from work, Dianne shared that she bumped into Katleyn at the grocery store and the two of them got a glass of wine afterwards to catch up. After two Chardonnays, Dianne mentioned the discussion, she never could keep her mouth shut when drinking, and Katelyn said they had sex with couples with similar ages as her and Cliff's and it was the most erotic thing ever, she preferred older men actually. Cliff got a raging hard on at the thought. Dianne was obviously a little tipsy and Katelyn sort of probed her about Kevin, and if she ever thought about trying the lifestyle, and if Kevin were her type. He was a studly younger man, she admitted, he was tall, muscular, and had dark features, Italian looking, that she found appealing but she had never thought sexually about him. Katelyn shared that he had a huge cock and was dynamite with his tongue if she knew what she meant.

Dianne was a little taken back by the discussion but the wine certianly lowered her inhibitions to share. Dianne mentioned that Cliff was the only man she had ever slept with, she let guys finger her and gave one guy a blow job in high school but had only ever had sex with her husband. She shared Cliff also had huge cock and yet she had wondered before what it would be like to sleep with another man, hypothetically of course.

Cliff could smell the wine on Dianne's breath, and knew she was a lightweight, two glasses of wine turned into a third at home, when she blurted out " So i invited them over for drinks tonight."

Cliff stood there in complete shock, "you did what? Why would you do that, unless?" he paused for effect and looked into his wife"s eyes and soul. "Are you serious, you're just fucking with me right because I shared that fantasy, right?"

Dianne smiled sheepishly, and asked him point blank, "do you really think you can handle it? Watching me with another man, right in front of you? Watching him go down on me, me sucking his cock, and him fucking me wildly until we both climax exhaustedly?"

Cliff then turned to her and asked her "do you think you can watch me go down on Katelyn and watch her service my cock and us fuck in front of you? Really?" Dianne answered she did, "I think it would be kinda hot to watch you get your cock sucked while I am doing the same to Kevin"

Cliff truly thought his wife was fucking with him until the door rang and Katelyn and Kevin were at the door. The couples shared a bottle of wine and then Dianne asked the pointed question " ok so how does this work?"

"Well," Katelyn said, "usually we start with kissing the other person and let things go from there. "you sure your ok with this right," she asked Dianne again for confirmation. Dianne was fairly buzzed by this time and shook her head yes. Kevin walked over to Cliff's wife and started kissing her, softly at first and then passionately. Cliff's dick sprang to attention, it was even more erotic that he thought it might be. Katelyn just watched at first, slowly rubbing her hand down her blouse, and exposing her black lace bra while teasing Cliff with her looks. Kevin and Dianne were now making out intensely, his hands explored her breasts, pushing her bra up to expose her tits to the cool air, nipples in full erection and obviously quite turned on by the making out. Dianne groaned at his touch, while Katelyn now had most of her buttons undone and playing the seductive woman when suddenly she reached over and lightly rubbed Cliff's cock through his jeans. He was rock hard, and she could tell he was ready to explode.

Kevin had Dianne topless, they were still kissing passionately when she stood up and unbuttoned her jeans and let them drop to the floor. Here was Cliff, watching his 41- year old wife topless, in only silk panties now, making out intensely with a much younger man and it could not have turned him on anymore.

Katelyn could see as much and followed suit, showing her 25-year old perfect round tits and dropping her jeans to the floor as well. Their first kiss was intense, very passionate and each turned on by the others touch. Cliff fondled the perfect breasts and wanted to taste her juices so he slowly started moving down her chest, to her stomach and slid aside her panties to engulfe her womanhood with his tongue. She tasted like flowers, roses, and soon Kevin followed suit with Dianne. Both men were eating the others womans pussy, and loving it. Dianne was rubbing his dark hair, as he teased her clit and filled her hole with his tongue. Cliff was going to town on Katelyn' clit with his tongue, driving the younger woman to an orgasmic sensation. She came in minutes and yet was ready for more. After her first orgasm, came the second from his finger, the third was one finger in her pussy and one teasing her asshole, this chick was insatiable. Dianne was getting close, Cliff could tell, she had that rolled back eye look. She came hard with Kevin's tongue deep in her pussy.

Both women were now ready to return the favor and both dropped to their knees and started sucking their swapped partners huge cock. Dianne went first and was a great cock sucker, Kevin was in ecstasy, she fondled the balls softly, and worked the shaft her with mouth and hand, he was not going to last long as Cliff knew. She was a great cock sucker.

Katelyn was also quite good he learned, she was soft with her mouth, and has a whirling way with her tongue on the tip, much like a french kiss, which drove him nuts. Kevin had to stop first and said out loud that he wanted to fuck Dianne. So here was the ultimate fantasy coming true, Dianne was fucking a younger man in their front room right in front of her husband Cliff. She started on top, grinding her juicy pussy atop the 25-year old cock, Cliff could see it going in and out and watching the ecstasy on both their faces as Katelyn continued sucking his rock hard cock. What a turn on!

Katelyn then bent over and told him to fuck her, which the 51-year old married man happily did. Here was this happily married couple wildy fucking another, much younger couple, in front of each other and completely enjoying the eroticism of it. Cliff pounded on the young pussy, it was tight, he had his hands on her ass, occasionally teasing her asshole with a thumb while pumping away on her womanhood. He knew he would not last long when she reached under and started fondling his balls while he fucked her doggy style.

Kevin got their first and said he was ready to cum when Dianne took his cock out of her pussy and started to suck him dry, something she rarely did. She was now tasting her own pussy juices on Kevin's cock as Cliff and Katelyn fucked and watched her swallow his cum. Cliff could not hold out any longer and came deep inside Katelyn, blowing a massive load deep into the vagina of his sons ex girlfiend.

Both couples were sweaty, climaxed, mutliple times for Katelyn, and the room reaked like sex and wine.

"Well honey was that the fantasy you've always had," Dianne asked with another mans cum in the corner of her mouth. Cliff was pulling out of Katelyn and nodded yes, " without a doubt, that was fucking hot".

Kevin smiled and said "maybe we can do it again, perhaps even make it a regular thing" Both couples sort of giggled at the thought, fantasies were fulfilled, orgasms were aplenty and everyone seemed ok with the outcome, no jealousy, just pure unadulterated passion and sex. "Time will tell," answered Dianne.

 

The 50-something Volunteer

 

I have a lot of ideas and fantasies, one that I have been enjoying a lot lately has been meeting an early 50s woman through volunteering at the local community centre. There is a real-life version of this lady but it's more of a generalized archetype really. Divorced for a few years, kids grown and moved out, living on her own with her cat and having the time of her life.

We are on a committee together to update the website, something I do on the side for contract work, but I'm donating my time to help out. She is in charge of the committee and putting together the content for the site and approving the design. I have admired her appearance, and professional demeanour, and her strong but kind personality with her intelligence shining through. We share a quick word after the meeting and she tells me how excited she is to work with a "real developer" like me on this project. I let her know that I'll take a week or so to work on the site on my own for the most part, with some emails back and forth.

Eventually I get to the phase where we need to talk about some design choices and get some content up, so we are emailing back and forth a lot. She tells me that often it works better for her when we can chat in real time, and suggests we use a Google meet for chat, file sharing and video calls. My heart beats a little quicker at the prospect of getting to chat with her 1:1 and I'm glad I have upgraded my video call setup to look really good in the background.

We are project focused but as we chat over text, I tell her a little about myself, and being the overeager over-sharer that I am, I talk a bit about my relationship difficulties, which she says really sounds a lot like her situation had been. It's hard to tell for sure through text chat, but I can feel like there is a connection growing and that we have a lot in common. The language shifts into more familiar and friendly banter, as we talk about different topics and things we are watching on tv, reading, cooking, etc. Eventually she gently brings the topic back to relationships, and volunteers that that her dead bedroom wasn't something she could put up with and that I shouldn't have to either, that it is human to have urges and needs, and that I deserve to have those needs met one way or another. It's a slightly awkward conversation moment between us, but we move on and focus back on the work for a little longer and call it a day around 11pm.

A few days later we are working together again and she suggests a screen share to show me some feedback she has on the design, so we jump on a call and she shares her screen. This time totally professional, she has her glasses on, very little makeup, and we keep focused on the website. I notice in the little video window of her that I keep glancing at, that she has been enjoying a glass of wine as she works, and I can tell she has loosened up a little by this time.

We go over it and then she says that she will upload a new version of the logo. She clicks the upload button and it opens the file selector to a folder with images. All normal from what I can see but then she scrolls down I spy one picture that... Stands out. She keeps scrolling, but it's obvious to us both that I've seen it, I can see her blushing in the little webcam window alongside the full size screen share. She definitely noticed my raised eyebrows and look on my face, which I did not do a good job of hiding, to be honest.

We move on, continue working until late that night and we are both at a point where we are tired, need to stop. We talk a little about the weather and our plans for the weekend, and some small talk, and then she confesses to me that she's still thinking about what I saw on her screen and how sorry she is, and how unprofessional it was. I laugh it off and assure her that it's not a big deal, I'm definitely not a prude.

I remind her that we are just volunteering for a community centre website and that professionalism doesn't really factor in. I admit that I did see it but that I'm sure I have similar stuff on my computer or phone and not to worry about it. She laughs and says that she can guarantee that I don't have this photo on my computer, which confirms to myself that this really is a picture of her! It was relatively tame but super hot, burned into my memory.

I picture it in my minds eye... She's leaning forward taking the picture into a mirror. Her face isn't visible but her breasts are exposed hanging naturally, nipples long and erect, and her other hand is between her legs, where I can see the base of a vibrator pressing into herself. Her face is not visible, other than her mouth open in a frozen moan as she is clearly enjoying herself.

She can see the far away look in my eye and asks what I'm thinking about with a smirk on her face and a blush on her cheeks. With a somewhat shaky and hesitant voice, asks if I enjoyed the view and I admit that it's all I can think about.

She says that a few weeks ago, she had been chatting with this guy and had taken her first racy pics and shared them with him, but deleted them when the chat fizzled out, except for this one which is her favorite. It's smutty without being too much, although she admits she shared some "really nasty ones" with him. I say "lucky fella" and she gets a gleam in her eye and her smirk deepens along with her blush.

She asks if I'd like to see it again, and I say "only if you are comfortable sharing". She says that she has enjoyed the liberation of showing off her body and knowing it is being appreciated, something she missed for years in her marriage. She brings it up on the screen at full size, and she can see my eyes widen and hungrily take it all in, watching my pupils dilate and my eyes fly around. She can tell where my gaze is focused, and says "I have a whole collection of toys, but that one is my favorite". I gulp down a swallow of water and almost choke on it, which breaks the spell. She closes the image and says that she doesn't want to make me uncomfortable. I joke that there is definitely some discomfort happening, but that I was not complaining.

The full size is everything I remembered and more and I admit to her that it is a major turn on... She quickly wraps up the conversation and leaves me hanging... Meanwhile my hand has been idly rubbing my rock hard erection the whole time through my pants, and I finally am able to free the beast and take care of it properly. I close my eyes and picture her leaning forward over me, her breasts tantalizingly close to my face, the scent of her hair and deodorant and light perfume like an intoxicating cloud, her smooth skin so warm and inviting, freckled and creased and tanned in the most delectable way. I realize I am in big trouble here and that I should not let this progress... But I want her more than anything in this moment. It's all I can think about, and as I stroke myself to one of those mind-leaving-the-body orgasms, I picture the huge load I produce landing on her chest, with her purring "good boy, that's a good boy" and I know that this is the path I'm on, and it feels good.

The next day I get an email from her asking if I want to get together in person for our next meeting in a couple of days, and invites me to her house which happens to be just a couple of blocks away. I immediately click on Yes and then just as quickly feel that hot flash of doubt and guilt from my head to my toes. Am I doing the right thing? But the erection straining against my pants is screaming at me to just let go, let it happen, allow myself the joy and satisfaction I have missed for so long.

Finally the day arrives, turns to evening, and I arrive with my laptop in hand, at her door, with the intent of working, but silently praying that my fantasy will become real.

She opens the door with a smile that could stop traffic, invites me inside and her house is spotless, like it's ready for a magazine photoshoot. Her hair is gently curled, like she has put in some serious time getting it just right. Her makeup is light but highlights her beautiful eyes, long natural eyelashes and her lips are wearing a muted, unobtrusive but lovely shade of gloss. I know she has been anticipating this moment just like I have been.

She has a fairly typical 50s "woman who takes care of herself without being a gym slave" kind of body. Curves in all the right places and a wonderful full bosom in a black tank under a white overshirt, and a slim stylish pair of jeans with bare feet. I notice a sparkly anklet and bright red toenails.

She catches me taking the full inventory and gives me a little twirl laughing "enjoying the view?" And all I can do is nod and swallow hard. We sit and I pull out my laptop and we get to work for about 15 minutes, but the screen is small and she's leaning in close, pressing her chest against my arm.

Finally I ask her a question and the eye contact remains as the answer trails off... She moves in and we are locking lips with urgency. She grabs my hand off the laptop and places it on her breast where I can feel her hard nipple stiffen under my palm. She is not wearing a bra, and I wonder what else she is, or isn't, wearing. She moans lightly as I roll it between my fingers and finally breaks the kiss and says that she needs to be taken care of immediately.

I guess she has decided (correctly) that I am somewhat of a sub and would love to be owned by a strong willed woman who knows exactly what she wants. At least, that's what I'm hoping for. She tells me that her nipples are very sensitive and that she needs me to pay attention to them. My mouth moves down to the stiff nipple poking through her tank, and as she feels my warm moist breath through the material, a shiver runs through her body, and I can tell it is having a big effect.

She gently caresses my cheek and lifts my chin to look into her eyes, asks me if I'm OK with this happening and all I can croak out is "I will do whatever you want, ma'am". Her eyes widen and smile deepens and I know I have just unlocked something within her.

She opens the closed door to her bedroom, and leads me in, and I can tell she has obviously been planning ahead, and has her collection of toys on prominent display, including a little bullet, a "satisfier" clit stimulator that I recognize, a couple of vibrators in different sizes, a pair of clips that I can only assume are for her nipples, and a couple of butt plugs, one of which is jewelled, and the other has a pretty serious handle. I can tell she means business.

She sees me eyeing the inventory and asks if there's anything catching my eye. She says that there is more to the collection but that I need to play my cards right to see more... I wonder what else she has put away, my mind eagerly imagining what else she might be interested in.

She tells me about how she has been imagining me coming over just like this, since she sent the meeting invite, and that she needs me to pick one to start with. As I'm looking over the collection I can hear rustling and I turn to see she has removed her jeans and her tank is really a leotard. Not much to the imagination as I can see she is not wearing anything underneath and the playing field is smooth as silk.

She stands there and slips her fingers in from the side and exhales with a low moan as she touches herself. Watching a woman pleasure herself is one of my all time biggest turn-ons and this is a literal dream come true. My erection is painfully hard at this point and her eyes are locked on the bulge in my jeans as her fingers explore her most secret place.

I select the smaller of the vibrators, not wanting to jump right to the big pink rabbit with the clit attachment and the little ball bearings... Just a simple one. She purrs... "That one is my favorite. Hits just the right spot every time..I've cum using this one hundreds of times". I realize this is the one she was using in the picture.

She says that I should really make myself more comfortable and remove my jeans so she can see my bulge more clearly. Her direct tone and words arouse me to a new level. My stretchy boxer briefs leave little to the imagination and i moan as she steps close to me, reaches down with her free hand, and caresses me through the stretchy smooth fabric.

She grasps me and gently leads me towards the bed where she lets go, and sits on the bed with her head directly facing the bulge in my shorts and her other hand still between her legs.

"I want to watch you stroke yourself right in front of me. I know you have been thinking about my picture when you are all alone at night in your basement office bedroom, right? Show me what you do when nobody is looking". I reach into my shorts and readjust, grasping myself and sliding my hand back and forth a few times.

"That is hot, but I want to watch the real thing." and her manicured nails hook the waistband and pull down, releasing me. I don't think I've ever been so hard, and it springs to attention proud and angry and thrumming with excitement. I'm not huge, but an adequate size and she purrs as she compares it to the vibrator I selected, I suppose subconsciously choosing one to match myself.

"That is a perfect size, just how I like it", while gazing up into my eyes. She holds the eye contact and wraps her hand around me, gently stroking back and forth as she brings her glistening pink lips to the tip. I close my eyes and despite being completely agnostic, say a silent prayer to the Force or whatever else, for allowing this dream to become real, as she takes me into her mouth and her hands move to caress my balls.

Her tongue swirls around the head, and a low moan escapes my chest. Her hand moves to cup my strong butt muscles (hockey player lower body 😉) and she squeezes and I feel her nails dig in a little. I involuntarily shiver and it feels like my soul leaves my body for a second.

Now she doesn't know this, but I've never finished from a blow job and I know I'm not about to right now, before the main event. But she says "ah ah not yet" as she pulls away and lays back on the bed.

While my eyes were closed, her other hand had been unsnapping the crotch of her leotard and she presents her bare pussy to me with not a single ounce of shame in her demeanour. Legs spread wide, surprisingly prominent clit at attention, slight gleam of wetness visible, it's like a vision composed from a thousand pictures and videos I have seen over the years, somehow the most perfect flower I have ever seen, and I kneel before the altar I know I am about to worship. I lower my head to taste her but she stops me, and says, "good boy, but not yet. You will use that toy you forgot about, remember? I want you to pleasure me with it, but you cannot touch my skin until I give you permission. Not my legs, not my breasts and definitely not my cunt. She only belongs to someone that has earned the right."

The vulgarity of the word is like a shock to my system and yet turns me on to a new level and I want nothing more in the world than to be worthy of putting my mouth on her... cunt. I don't use that word but in this moment it reverberates through my skull and feels so naughty. It's been a somewhat vanilla existence, I realize.

I leave the vibrator turned off for now and start by rubbing it along her inner thigh, down to the crook between her leg and glory, lightly brushing across her glistening wetness, and up to circle around her clit. Although it's not abnormal, it is engorged and very prominent, something that has always turned me on when I see it in porn, certainly looking urgent and ready to be pleased. My mouth waters as I consider the prospect of feeling it under my tongue but I know what my orders are and I control myself. Barely.

She is close enough that I can feel the heat coming off her on my face. I dip the vibe back down and enter her slowly, a bit of a tease. Watching this from so close up is fascinating. My wife has never liked using toys other than a little bullet vibrator and isn't into letting me watch... Unfortunately for me it's one of my biggest turn ons, maybe that is why. Being right here, inches from the action in real life, is making me feel light headed.

The sound as it slides into her is almost more arousing than the sight or the clean musky smell of her sex, like I am intoxicated. She moans and tells me to turn it on, so I do so. The buzzing sound attenuates as i slide it in and out and her hips buck gently with the sensation.

She has pulled the leotard down and one breast is free, her fingers pinching hard on her nipple as her other hand grasps mine and pushes the vibrator all the way into her, hard. My knuckle brushes against her stiff button clit and she tsks at me, scolding for "cheating", which feels wrong and naughty and sexy and like something I have been wanting for so long.

She tells me after a minute or two of moaning with pleasure that she is ready for my mouth to taste her, that I have been a good boy and earned my prize. I pull out the vibrator and it is creamy with her juices, I've never seen a woman so wet in person before and I wonder if this is an every day thing or just because of my attention. Her flower opens to me, glistening and deep red with arousal, with her soft puckered anus pulsing just below, a slow trickle sliding down out of her and along the wrinkled surface. I want to immerse myself in every part of her more than anything in the universe at this moment.

I hungrily dive in and feel the electric zap as my tongue tastes her tangy sweet salty soft skin, and all is good in my soul.

Goldilock Gas by chemicalvacuum Warning: this is not a normal fart fetish story. This story is very emotional and deals with feelings such as pain, sadness and hopelessness. The views expressed here are the protagonist's and don't necessarily reflect mine.

 

 

 

 

"Welcome to the facefarting center", said the administrator. "I'd like to book a facefarting session with a girl", I said, with my heart beating fast as it's my first time ever doing this. "It's 1G per minute", she said, smiling. "Okay, 60 minutes, please", I said, shy. "Do you have any preference?", she asked. "What do you mean?", I asked. "Like hair color, ethnicity, weight, fart smell", she explained. "No, a random girl is fine", I said. "Got it. Please wait", she said, smiling cutely. I wait and should be happy. I'm 28 now and it has been my fantasy for literally half of my life. Half of my life that has been wasted, not having my fantasy fulfilled, but now everything has got to change, because now I can have what I want and I'll finally be happy after waiting so much in frustration and sadness. I will be so happy and my dark energy will finally disappear from my body, leaving me to enjoy the pleasure. It's finally a reality. A 27 year old blonde girl stood in front of me. "Hi, my name is Dorothy and we can begin our session~", she said, smiling happily. I shivered but was happy. "It's 60G", she said, smiling. I gave her the money and we can now begin the session. I can't believe this is happening in my life. This center opened this year and I was worried about going here at first but now I see people are very friendly here, so I have nothing to worry about. I'm going to smell the best thing I've ever smelled in my entire life! "You can lay down on this bed, let's begin~", she said. I lay down on this bed and wait for her to get undressed. My heart is beating so fast and I'm so happy. The anticipation of pleasant feelings is pleasant itself, and it's happening. I'm seeing her pulling her panties down and seeing her beautiful naked body. She's smiling at me and drawing nearer, placing her butt in front of my face, her feet behind my head and her knees near my arms and chest. I finally put my nose in her butthole and wait to be "gassed" by a beautifully fragrant non-toxic gas. "Are you ready?", she asks, probably smiling, although I'm not sure, because I can't see her face from here. "I'm ready!", I say, smiling enthusiastically. *pppbbbrrrfffttt* A warm gust of wind just hit my face. Sadly, it doesn't smell. At all. But I know it's not her fault. "Do your farts usually stink?", I ask, curious. "No", she says, in a shrugging tone. "Oh, okay. Do your farts ever stink?", I ask. "Rarely", she says. "I'm sorry, but, I don't like it. Can I leave and have my money back?", I ask. "You can leave but you can't have your money back", she explains. I left. "Is there any girl with extra stinky farts?", I ask the administrator. "There are plenty!", she says, smiling. (Lucky me, then), I thought sarcastically. "Then, I'd like to book a facefarting session with one of said girls tomorrow", I say, smiling. "Okay", she says, "Come back tomorrow!", she smiled at me. I walked to the exit door and thought how exciting tomorrow will be. I had my first face farting session today but I won't count it since her farts didn't smell. My first real face farting session will be tomorrow! The administrator said her farts will be extra stinky, and I'm really looking forward to it. Finally my life will be exciting! 28 years of sadness and desolation will finally be paid off! I walk home. I'm surrounded by hundreds of people, but somehow I'm still feeling lonely, for they don't interact with me. I watch the Sun go down. Civil twilight has started, soon to be followed by nautical and astronomical twilight, then, utter darkness, only softened by artificial illumination. But there is nothing that softens the pain I feel inside. I go to my home. There's no one welcoming me, and it's been like this since I was 24, four years ago. Sometimes I would like someone hugging me and soothing me, but eventually I helplessly gave in. I open up my social network account, post some screens of me playing videogames and share happy emoticons. I know no one will read the things I write anyway. Perhaps I can make friends with the girls from the face farting center? That's a possible option, I need to fight these horrible feelings! I wear headphones and listen to some sad music, it helps me know I'm not the only one feeling like this! I feel like there are so many people that would care about me, if only I knew them... Since I have nothing to do to have fun, I lie down on the couch, waiting to be embraced by a comforting sleep. I try to think about happy things but I fail miserably: these things will never happen to me. I'm trapped in a sad reality with no possibility to escape. The world is crumbling under me and I'll eventually fall into an abyss of darkness. If only I could meet my angel. No, at the moment of death I'll still be sad. There's no reason to be awake anymore at this point, I close my eyes and wait to fall asleep without further thinking. "Don't worry, come here", said a comforting voice. Is my pain over? Have I finally found happiness? "I'm your friend", said a guy, smiling. A warm and comforting light comes from that guy. I go towards him and feel a sense of inner peace. I'm finally free. I smile and go in for a hug. As I walk towards him, he keeps getting far from me, so no matter how much I walk or run, I'll never reach him. Suddenly, a scary demon voice yells at me, and everything turns deep red. I wake up trying to scream but no sound comes out, my body is paralyzed and I can feel an evil presence in my room. I hear two dogs growling behind the couch. My heart beats fast and I can't swallow. Hypnagogia has ended. I can move again, immediately turn the light on and start crying. Being alone is sad and scary. I watch some farting animations and try to calm down. What a scary nightmare! I drink some lavender and again, try to calm myself down. It's 3 A.M. and honestly I don't feel the need to sleep anymore until next night. At least today I'll receive the treatment I always desired. At least that aspect of life is going to be fine. I'm going to work in a few hours, life is only made of working, even though yesterday I had a bit of fun anyway. I wonder if there are better realities out there. Oh, perhaps it's just my vivid imagination. There's no reality apart of this one, yet, daydreaming costs nothing (and yields nothing). I walk to work. My job consists of washing dishes in a low-class restaurant. I wonder if, one day, other realities will be found... how silly I am, of course not. I'm stuck in this reality and can't escape until the day I'll die. But perhaps it's not even that bad. It could have been worse, I could have been born in a reality where people routinely killed each other and made each other suffer. I just happened to be born in a lonely cold-hearted reality. "Don't you ever feel lonely?", I ask a coworker during my pause. "I don't know what you talk arō (I don't know what you're talking about)", he said, in a thick local accent, before leaving me alone. Perhaps I'm the only one in this reality who can feel this emotion. Perhaps my body is from another reality, but I was born here. It's just a metaphor, I know it can't be possible. I keep washing dishes, thinking about the good things life has to offer. Why can't people be friends with each other? Why can't we ask for help? Why can't we show our feelings? Maybe I'm the only one who has feelings here, or maybe everyone else is hiding them. I don't know. I should think about the good things. At least in this reality people don't whip others just because they have a different opinion about morality. Šäft (it's okay). At least in this reality people don't kill others just because they don't agree about who created the world and the rules she gave us. Šäft. At least in this reality people don't make non-violent people intentionally suffer under the false premise of working for "justice". Šäft. That would be a horrible reality. It's a good thing other realities don't exist, and this one isn't as bad as what I can create with my imagination. Šäft. Why am I not feeling better then? The reality I imagined can't possibly exist, for it's too extreme. I just wish friends were a thing here. But it's just me. Not only I'm alone, it seems like, even though everyone else is alone like me, they don't seem to feel bad. I don't know if they're hiding it or if they truly feel alright. But I shouldn't worry about this, I'm just washing dishes. I should only think about working and let my own thoughts fade away. This is the fate I'm destined to. It seems like thinking is not appreciated in this reality. Everything would seem so shallow if I were to think the same way as they think. I'm a deep thinker who analyzes everything and I don't think I can ever dumb myself down voluntarily. Every day is the same. I wake up, browse the Eguš, play videogames, go to work, come back home, play videogames until realizing that I'm an anomaly. I feel bad for being alone, when they told me being alone is the human nature. They told me needing to talk to someone is an illness, not to mention being physically affectionate. That would lead to sex, they say, which is only meant for reproduction and it's "not a game". I wish life was different and that death didn't exist, but perhaps I have to accept it. Perhaps death is just a trip into another reality, a better reality, I hope. I don't want all my knowledge to be swept away. I want to feel good at least once in my life. Today is the good day, because I'll be facefarted by a girl with extra stinky farts. I have to be optimist and hope everything is going to be fine. It's hard to be optimist when you have ideals to carry on but literally nobody agrees with you. If they want to be alone, it's okay for me, but am I really such an anomaly, that I need company? Am I from another reality? I need answers, why do I need company? Why do I always talk to myself? Thousands of questions but the answer is far away. And yet another day of work has passed. I finished washing dishes and left, for my working time is over. I'm feeling like I don't have the energy to do anything except washing dishes, it's like my body is wired appositely for that. All work and no fun: looks like fun's not allowed here. I want to be creative, but I've never been. All I can do is write and I'm not even good at that. Good thing a girl with super stinky farts awaits me so I can have a bit of fun. I often feel my heart pounding and a grip on my stomach and throat. I believe it's called "anxiety". I don't want to be anxious. Eţpaòļ torture anxious people with dangerous substances for the brain that make them suffer. I don't want that. I won't tell anyone about my anxiety. I breathe deeply and walk to the facefarting center, for it will get rid of my secret anxiety. Boredom, loneliness and apathy are better than being tortured, aren't they? I always had a strong fear of Eţpaòļ. I enter the facefarting center. "Welcome", said the administrator, smiling. "I booked a facefarting session with a girl", I said, showing the ID. "She's waiting for you in room 16", she said. "Okay", I replied I started walking to room 16 with my heart pounding. I wonder how stinky her farts will be, I've never smelled stinky farts since mine have a very weak smell. I've always wondered how stinky a fart can smell and if there's a limit to how stinky a fart can smell. Today I'll probably find it out and I'll finally be happy. Anxiety can go to hell now, I'll always be happy from now on. My pain is finally over and my life is smiling at me now. I hope nothing can go wrong, you know the saying:"What can go wrong, will go wrong"? Well, what can happen now? Nothing bad, I hope. Strangely, I'm having a deja-vu. I feel like it already happened. Weird stuff. I shouldn't say that to an Eţpaòl. I shouldn't be talking to an Eţpaòl at all, honestly. Dangerous people are they. I knock at the door of room 16 and a girl invites me in. Her ID says she's 25 years old. "Welcome! I'm Georgia, a girl known for her bad gas, honestly", she giggled. "H-hi!", I stuttered, excitedly. "Are you ready to begin our session?", she asked, smiling. "S-sure!", I said excitedly shivering a bit. "Lie down on this comfortable bed, then", she said, smiling. I did what she said and wait until she positioned herself (I suppose) comfortably, she pulled her panties down and placed her butthole right on my nose. "Now wait. You'll be amazed about how raunchy my gas is!", she said, excited. I layed motionless and wait for her to fart, hoping it won't be disappointing like yesterday. My mind was excited but I keep my hopes low as it will probably be disappointing and it will ruin my happiness forever making me plunge back into a dark abyss of pain where no one can hear me cry. *pppbbbfffrrrttt* This fart smells noxious! It's burning my nostrils. I gag a little and try to endure this putrid sour stench, but it's useless as it's making my eyes water. "Georgia... I think your farts are a bit... smelly", I say. "Don't you like it?", she asks, probably confused. "I don't. Please let's stop it here", I say. "Okay", she says, getting off my face. I'm nauseous now and I need some fresh, non-stinky air. "Can we please go outside this room and get some fresh air?", I ask. "Sure", she says, smiling. "So, I'm leaving", I say, ready to return home and cry. "It's better you not to leave, because the weather service forecasts toxic rain in the next hour. You know, that rain will burn your skin if any drop falls on you. It's better for you to stay here. We can chat and be happy", she says. 'We can chat and be happy', really? I'm feeling something I've never felt before, and it's pleasant. It's like a distant light, it's warm and nothing else shines so bright. Is my pain finally over? But let's remember: what can go wrong, will go wrong. But if I have no hope, then what is this warm tingly feeling? "Do you want to make me happy?", I ask, surprised. "Yes!", she says, smiling kindly. "Then why does nobody care about me?", I say, nearly crying. "Do you care about others?", she asks. "I've never thought about this", I say, looking down at the floor. "Most people are like that, it takes a lot of effort to care about others, so you shouldn't blame them", she says, smiling. "But it hurts", I say, sobbing. "I know, but I'm here for you. Can I hug you?", she asks. "Y-yes...", I stutter. She hugs me and I cry, letting my tears go. "It's okay, I'm here", she says. I've never been hugged in my life. Is this what comfort feels like? Is my pain finally over? After I calmed down, I finally regain the strength to talk again. "I was face-farted by a girl with odorless farts, then by you. I need someone whose farts smell just right", I explain. "I see, I think I have the right girl for you, if you come back tomorrow", she says, optimistic. "I will definitely come back tomorrow", I say. The toxic rain isn't over yet, and I take advantage of this fact to chat with Georgia. I've been disappointed two times, I hope the third one will be satisfying. Maybe we were all born to suffer. I wanted to ask Georgia why life was so bad but in our reality showing your feelings is deemed as inappropriate. But perhaps she's different from "normal" people? I've already shown my feelings anyway. "Why can't people show their feelings?", I ask. "Most people wouldn't care about other people's feelings anyway, so they learned not to show them, because showing them would have no benefits the vast majority of times", she explains. "I hate this reality", I say. "Are there any other realities?", she asks, confused. "Probably, but if there are, we can't reach them yet", I say, sad. I know there are other realities but people would call me crazy if I said I was sure. "That's science fiction", she says. I knew it, she's like everyone else. She doesn't believe in it. I will change the topic. "Why are people so lonely?", I ask. "Do you do anything to prevent any other person's loneliness?", she asks. "No", I admit. "Most people are like that. They complain about their problems but don't do anything to help others feel better", she explains. Everything's clear now. "I understand, if I cannot be happy myself, I will make other people happy", I say. "You can be happy. I'm here for that", she says, smiling. Maybe we just need other people to feel happy? But even though I'm surrounded by people, I still feel bad. Maybe people need to be conscious to make others happy. "Thank you", I say, grateful. I've never received any kindness before. It feels pretty good. We sit down together listening to the toxic rain falling on the metallic roof. I used to listen to the rain (both toxic and non) falling on my house's roof as a child. I found it relaxing and I hoped some day I would be cuddled and happy. How innocent was I. 20 years later, I'm not a child anymore, and the cold hard truth hit me hard in the stomach (metaforically). There's only work and pain in this sad reality. No joy whatsoever. Fun is not allowed in this reality. I'm so used to feel bad, I couldn't recognize happiness even if it happens. Am I supposed to be happy now? What is this bittersweet feeling? I feel like her kindness isn't going to last long. What can go wrong, will go wrong. And this can definitely go wrong. I remember I used to think my pain would be over soon. How naive was I. Many people have died without feeling any happiness in their lives. 80 years (or even less) of pure sorrow await most people's lives, and then, nothingness, forever. What makes me think I'm not one of these people? In fact, I am. I'll never be happy in my life. My life will be filled with loneliness just like everyone else's. But is this the case, that she's trying to make me happy? "Are you trying to make me happy?", I ask. She smiles and puts her arm on my shoulder. "Everyone deserves to be happy", she says, smiling. Something is happening within my soul. What is this emotion? Am I truly happy now? I thought kindness didn't exist in real life. People don't even mention it. Not that they talk much anyway. But why is she different? Does she come from a different reality? Do I come from a different reality? Perhaps our brains are wired differently. "Why are you so kind?", I ask, smiling and blushing. "Because I feel like everyone deserves to be happy, so I try to bring joy into other people's lives", she says. "Do you usually manage to make others happy?", I ask. "I think yes, because they leave with a smile, even though it's obvious they try to hide it. But you don't have to hide your emotions around me", she says. "Can I hug you again?", I ask. "Sure", she says, smiling calmly. I hug her and it feels very comforting. These days are so full of emotions. I think my pain might finally be over. At last. I exhale deeply and try to calm down. Being in her arms is so comforting. Finally someone understands my pain, and it's making it go away. I have never been comforted by another person in my life before today. I've truly been blessed: I think virtually no one has been comforted in their lifetimes. But why am I still unsatisfied? I wish this couldn't be considered luck. I wish everyone could be kind and feel happy, but what can I do about it? I think I should spread my message to the world. Yes, I wish everyone to be happy! The pain has to stop for everyone in the world, forever. I wish people would care for each other and had a desire to help relieve other people's suffering. That is the world I want to live in, not this one. I want to change the world. "I want everyone to be happy", I say. "Just be kind", she says, smiling. I never thought about this. Perhaps I was not that kind after all? Perhaps I was just a selfish guy who only thought about himself, and not about others? "Do you want to be face-farted by another girl?", she asked. "Yes, please, but her farts must stink just right. Not too little, not too much", I say. "I'm not sure how stinky you want them, though", she said. "Like, a bit stinkier than average, I guess", I say. "Okay, I think I know which girl suits best for you", she says, hugging me and rubbing my back for a few seconds. She then left me waiting here, alone with my thoughts. I look at the ceiling. Toxic rain hasn't stopped falling yet and everything feels relaxing, but also, this is my last hope: if this girl doesn't meet my standards, then I'm doomed forever. Yes, of course, Georgia is really nice to me, so perhaps I could live happily anyway, even though I know it perfectly, that as soon as I'll come home, pain will come back and it will be more painful than ever before. It's like a scar that is opened again, but this time, the scar is in my soul. I'm looking forward to live happily. The truth is: I'll be happy today, but I cannot spend 60G everyday just to keep myself happy. I know it will be a heart-breaking life. My soul is broken and can't probably be fixed. Or perhaps I need lots of kindness, and I can be kind to others in return. I don't know, but surely my life has no meaning. We just are born, live, reproduce and die. That's the cold hard truth. To me, the meaning of life would have been "be happy". But seriously, this reality has nothing happy happening within it. There's no peace, there's no light, only darkness painted in blood. We'll have to kneel before the gods who bring emotional pain and suffering, for we are nothing but mere beasts. A catastrophic doomsday awaits for our souls, and only kindness can prevent this from happening, but no one is kind anyway. Georgia, I'm sorry for this, but you'll have to show lots of kindness for me to feel better. But, thinking about it, her words and her sweet voice indeed made me feel better. But I should listen to her voice everyday for my wounds to be healed. Suddenly, they called my name. I went to their direction. "Hello, I'm Äštōkèk", said a very cute 26 years old (according to her ID) girl with black hair down to her shoulders. "Are your farts, like, average?", I ask, blushing. "A bit stinkier than average but I think you'll like them~", she said, smiling. I smile back. "Let's start the session then, come with me", she said, me coming with her in a room. "Okay, so, lay down and relax", she said, smiling. She pulled her panties down and placed her feet around the sides of my head, putting her good-smelling butthole right on my nose. "Now wait, it might take a while before I have one coming", she said, probably smiling. My heart is beating fast as this is my last opportunity to enjoy something I wanted to happen since I was a teenager and I had no peace. Now that my dream is happening I have to enjoy every moment of it and just be happy. I don't know why I wish the things I've been wishing for decades. I don't know how I got the desire for a girl to fart on me. It's something that probably brings me back to my childhood, but I can't remember anything about it. I can't remember if someone farted near me. As a teenager my wish became stronger but I knew I couldn't tell anyone and had to live a horrible life. Now that face-farting centers are becoming (relatively) more mainstream, I decided to give them a try. I hope I'll be satisfied this time, or else I'll suffer in despair for the rest of my life. My life is not over yet, I don't think it's too late to at least try enjoying things. I used to listen to music alone in my room all day, only music could comfort me during my most painful hours, but now there are plenty of girls that want to make me happy. I should feel happy now, they're trying their best. I really want to stay with these girls as long as possible. I don't want to plunge back into loneliness and isolation, for pain is even more painful if it happens after you feel good. Once you feel good, you want to feel good forever and pain seems unimaginable to be experienced again. Yes, I want to feel good forever, be happy and free, reach new undiscovered emotions and adventures. Yes, I'm feeling quite good now, but knowing it's going to end soon makes me feel scared. I want things to be happy in my life forever, without ever feeling sadness again. Sadness shouldn't exist. Why does sadness exist? Why did the gods made us endure this punishment? But now I get it, we are the gods, we are punishing ourselves with our selfish behaviour. I'll start being kind since today and perhaps the world will change so I'll spread positivity. I can do it, a person at a time. I hope everyone will be happy one day, sometime in a not too distant future. The future is shining bright, it feels warm but also distant and unreachable. One day the future will come and I'll be glad if kindness became the norm, for we are too selfish in our present. *pppsssfffttt* Peee-uuu!!! I totally didn't expect her to fart! It stinks really bad but somehow I can tolerate this nasty stench so I keep breathing it in, probably making sour faces. It's indeed very stinky but not as nose-meltingly mephitic as Georgia's. I like it, yes. "I like your farts, they smell just right", I say. She giggled and thanked me. As the smell is lingering I keep breathing happily and finally my pain is momentarily over. It feels really good. I feel like my dream has been fulfilled, and the best thing she's probably not done farting yet. I feel like I'm flying like a bird, exploring new emotions and feelings. Synaesthesia: her gas smells like it's green. It has a very sour rancid smell in it and I loved every bit of it waiting for her to fart on my nose again. I feel like my nostrils and lungs are experiencing very pleasant stimuli for me to enjoy. Pleasure is meant to be fully enjoyed, pain is meant to be escaped at all costs. It's the biosphere's nature, both at microscopical and macroscopical levels. I don't believe in finalism. If I did, I wouldn't be able to explain the existence of toxic rain, which causes damage to both plants and animals. I feel like life happened randomly and that we don't have a purpose. We are just the Universe's anomaly. Maybe we live in a simulation made by higher beings. We don't know. We can't know. We can't have knowledge of something happening in a metaphysical space. Perhaps other realities exist, yes, I'm sure about it! My reality is just one of infinite realities! If only I could reach the others... perhaps the laws of logic are the same in every reality. I wish I could discover some kinds of exotic type of matter, then become famous and happy. It's only a matter of time before falling back into a dark abyss of sadness, but I'm not thinking about it and just enjoy this moment instead. I'll have time to think about sadness when I'll be sad, not now that I'm happy. *pppbbbfffrrrttt* This one is even stinkier than the last and I'm having serious troubles smelling it, but I like challenges, so I try to ignore the fact that it's a putrid stench wafted directly into my nostrils. I'm loving this moment, I'm feeling so happy. When your dream gets fulfilled it feels almost surreal. It's like an intense happiness that can't be stopped. Georgia's farts were ridiculously stinky but Äštōkèk's farts are just right. I like very stinky but not the room-clearing types of farts. Hers are perfect, in fact, they are perfect by definition! The stink is lingering but I do my best to endure it. It really smells strong and good, and my feelings now are of contentment. I shall enjoy it until it's over, but what when it will be over? Pain and sadness will come back forever. I've spent 28 years of pain, only to find an hour of joy. Living this life isn't worthy, but still, I can't do anything to fix this broken world. Yes, this world is absolutely horrible and if humans were kind, nothing like this would have happened. Äštōkèk, Georgia and Dorothy are very kind, but still, I think I will never see them again. I will be as lonely as always after I wave them goodbye. Sometimes I wonder what I've done wrong to deserve this suffering. I think suffering shouldn't exist and everyone should feel good. But is that possible? Why don't we stop reproducing, so that suffering won't exist anymore? Perhaps we like suffering as a species, since no one I met before today likes to make others happy. Too bad, but I can resist. I can tolerate the pain until the day I die, I have no choice by the way. I see others as being happy, and I envy them so much. Today is my only happy day I ever had and will ever have in my entire life, I have to enjoy it. Strangely, when you enjoy something, time passes very fast, to the point an hour seems like 5 minutes compared to when I'm suffering. Since tomorrow, I'll suffer again in loneliness, and will live a slow and painful life. *pppbbbfffttt* Here she farts again. I manage not to cough but breathing this stinky gas is not an easy task, but I still love this moment. Too bad it's going to end soon and then I'll be so sick I will feel forlorn forever. I will die alone and my corpse will be buried in Kväb Cemetery and there will be no funeral for my formerly living existence. Forgotten by everyone, my name shall not live in history and I won't live in anyone's memory. All my experiences will be wiped out forever after a miserable existence. No one will know about me, I'll never improve anything in this world as I'm metaphorically voiceless. My life is a life of suffering and there's nothing I can do except suffering until the day I die. At least I'll stop suffering then, even though I won't be able to realize it. I long for the day I'll be no more, but for now, let's just enjoy this moment and smell this beautiful fragrance, for not a second of this should be wasted. I will never forgive myself if I don't enjoy it now. Let's just consider how painful my life will be after this session ends: 28 years of pain, followed by a few hours of bittersweet joy, followed by who knows how many decades of the same pain I've felt for 28 years. There's no escape from this. There's nothing I can do to withdraw from this impending doom. Äštōkèk might be sweet and kind, but I'll probably never see her again. I will leave this facefarting center with a bittersweet feeling, ready to embrace darkness again. The distant light that was warm and bright is here and it's about to fade away into oblivion forever, turning my life into an utterly dark hell. There will be no peace, only torment for my damned soul. I will never see my soul shine again, only a shadow filled with negativity and despair. The sunshine will never caress me again, it will only burn me. It's crazy. Feelings! I dream of me and you walking hand in hand, but the only "you" I get are my dark thoughts, forever and always. My dark thoughts have no hands, but if they had hands, they would slap me so hard. *pppfffsssbbbrrrttt* And yet, sometimes the stinky fumes that are released from Äštōkèk's butt bring me back to a bittersweet joy. I inhale them like if they were stinky oxygen and feel like my time here is getting close to the end. They really stink, but the joy is almost over and the warm light in my soul is fading to black. I know an hour is almost over. Will I come back here to soothe my pain over and over again? I'm grateful I'm having a break from my sorrowful existence even though it's only an hour of true happiness in my whole life. I can't remember a time when I was happy before the recent happenings. I only remember sadness and desperation, along with a naive hope that the sadness will stop torturing me one day. It did, but it only lasted one day. At least I'm quite good at describing my feelings, that's a great accomplishment that will never bring me any good in my life, as people couldn't care less about how I feel like. I want to be around kind people that care about me. I want to feel happy forever and relieved from this suffering that would otherwise linger forever. I want to feel like I'm flying like a bird, so I wouldn't need someone to build me roads leading to happiness. The key to happiness has been swallowed by a deep toxic ocean, there's no way to reach it without dying. No one will mourn for my death, life will go on as usual as my flesh is rotting and my soul is gone. I've smelled enough farts for their smell to be ingrained within my memory. I will remember them forever, forever in my heart. I've listened to enough kind words for their uplifting effects to be ingrained within my memory. I will remember them forever, forever. Even though the knot in my throat has now been untied, it won't take much time before anxiety will make me feel like that again. Being facefarted feels good but will it happen again? Perhaps I should spend all my money here, so that I won't be doomed. *pppbbbfffdddttt* I smell it again, stinky as always, the smell makes me feel happy and that my dream was not a crazy one after all. "Time's ō! (Time's over)", she said. I get up. "So, now, I guess that this session is over and that I'll be lonely again forever", I say, without even thinking about the consequences. "What?", she asked. "For the last decade I've always been alone in my house and it's been very painful and stressful. Now that this session is over, my life will be sad again for the rest of my existence", I say. "Wait a moment please!", she said, leaving me in this room. She talked with other girls, came back and told me, much to my delight. "If I told you, that you could live with us, what would you say arō?", she asked me. My heart was beating was in utter joy and ecstasy. "I... w-would say yes!", I say, shivering a bit. From that day, my life has never been painful again.

Roommate From Hell

 

 

 

 

[This is a fictional story. Like all my stories, it features a slow buildup of sexual tension.

The story contains raceplay, sph, and reluctance. It may be offensive to some readers. Other readers might like that it's offensive.

Everyone is over age 18.]

My name is FONG. I'm a 19 year-old Asian guy in college.

For sophomore year I decided to rent an apartment off-campus with a friend. My friend and I are both Asian guys, and we get along well.

Unfortunately, a few weeks into the fall semester, my friend had unexpected academic difficulties and lost his scholarship. He had to drop out.

I would not be able to make rent on the two-bedroom apartment by myself, so I placed ads for a roommate on facebook and craigslist. The only person who responded was ELLIS, a white guy.

He showed up for a tour of the apartment, and immediately I got bad vibes from him. I got the impression that he was secretly laughing at me. Also, he was tall and white, which was a trigger for me given the huge number of WMAF couples on campus.

But because there were no other options, I reluctantly agreed to have him as my roommate.

*****

Within a week I came to regret my decision.

Ellis brought a different girl back to the apartment almost every night. Also, every one of them was Asian. (To be fair, the college had a large number of Asian students, but there were non-Asian girls as well.)

"I got yellow fever. That's why I chose this college," he once said to me.

I could hear him having sex with the girls through the paper-thin walls of the apartment. That made my dick hard, and I would jerk off to the sound of him fucking one Asian girl after another.

One night he brought home another Asian girl, and when they were walking past my bedroom, Ellis said to her, "This is my roommate, Fong."

The girl, who was easily a 9/10, awkwardly waved to me.

Then Ellis said, "Fong, how come you never bring back any girls? There are so many Asian girls on campus."

The girl gave Ellis a wide-eyed look that said: LOL don't be mean, but I'll still fuck you even if you're mean because bullies make my Asian pussy wet, but still, don't be mean LOL

Because I had to say something, I said, "Busy with schoolwork, I guess."

She was so loud. She had to know I could hear her. I jerked off twice to the sound of him fucking her.

*****

I met DANIELLE a year ago, during freshman orientation, and immediately got a crush on her. Like me, Danielle is Chinese American. We're in some of the same classes.

One Sunday morning Danielle and I went to Walmart to do our grocery shopping for the week. We had everything we wanted loaded into our shopping carts and were on the way to the check-out when I spotted Ellis.

Ellis didn't see me or Danielle: He was looking down at his phone.

The path to the cash registers would allow me and Danielle to avoid Ellis altogether, but I felt my traitorous little dick getting hard. I said to Danielle, "On second thought, I'll get those almonds." Picking up the almonds would require us to walk past Ellis.

When we got close, Ellis spotted me and the Asian girl walking with me. I pretended to be surprised to see him. "Oh, hey," I said.

"Hey," he said, an entitled look on his face.

Turning to Danielle, I said, "This is my roommate, Ellis. Ellis, Danielle." There was real anxiety in my voice.

They said hi. Ellis had a douche-bag smile, while Danielle appeared polite and neutral.

I picked up the almonds, and we headed to the check-out.

*****

A few days later, Ellis went to take a shower in the afternoon and left his phone unattended on his desk.

I knew his PASSCODE because, soon after he had first moved in, I saw him enter it. It was 131313, which could be quickly entered with alternating thumbs.

I unlocked his phone and opened the messenger app: below the text threads with Emily Zho, Katie Hwang, and Fumiko Nasu was the name Danielle Chong.

My heart sank and pumped all its blood into my little dick.

I opened the thread. He had sent her a dick pic. His cock was enormous, like alarmingly big. It hung in a sinuous line.

Danielle: Fuuuuck, that is sooo huge

Ellis: You like it?

Danielle: Yeah, I'm so wet

Ellis: When can you come over?

Danielle: It would be weird with Fong there

Ellis: He's heard me fuck lots of Asian girls already

Danielle: LOL shut up, you're so gross

Ellis: How about your place?

Danielle: My roommate is weird about having guys over

Ellis: I can fuck her too

Danielle: Ugh ur such a jerk

Ellis: Fong has class Wednesday afternoon, and I'm free then

Danielle: Fine

I put the phone down, pressed the power button to turn off the screen, and left Ellis's room.

*****

On Wednesday I got back to the apartment around noon. Ellis wasn't there.

I put my backpack and my laptop under my bed. I also put my shoes under my bed. I triple-checked that my phone was on silent. Then I closed my bedroom door and hid in the closet. It would appear to Ellis and Danielle that I was NOT in the apartment.

About thirty minutes later the front door opened, and I heard footsteps. Ellis opened and closed my bedroom door without walking in. The front door opened again, and I heard Ellis and Danielle's voices. (Danielle must have asked Ellis to confirm that I wasn't in the apartment.)

"Fuck, I'm so wet," I heard her say.

They rushed into Ellis's bedroom. With my ear against the wall I heard her moans as they kissed. A minute later I heard the now-familiar sound of an Asian girl's body being fucked on the mattress.

How is she able to fit that huge cock inside her? I wondered.

The rhythmic creaking of the mattress frame picked up speed. Soon she started to yell and scream like a banshee in heat. "Fuck, your white cock is so big. I love your big cock. It's stretching me out. Fuck, it feels so good." She went on and on like that, catching her breath in between.

"You like that big cock, you dumb CHINK?" said Ellis, which prompted Danielle to howl theatrically.

I wished I had set up a hidden camera in the next room. I realized I could walk into the room and sit in a corner. I could imagine Ellis and Danielle having zero surprise upon seeing me stroking my little Asian dick in the corner.

Instead I used the memory of all the WMAF porn I've watched over the years to re-create in my mind what is happening in the next room. (Danielle looked a lot like Evelyn Lin, who was probably my favorite WMAF pornstar.)

I came three times in the hour they spent fucking.

Should I have "introduced" Danielle to Ellis at the Walmart? I wondered, taking out more kleenex to wipe the cum off my hands.

 

A Connection Beyond Screens Pt. 01

 

 

 

 

 

This story starts with just an average looking 21 year old female but sexy about 5'6 and having a fair complexion with some dark black long hairs, 36c boobs which are perfectly firm and bouncy and perfectly round aerolas and small nipples, the lightest shades of brown and as he said it, those were the perfect set of tits he's ever seen. Those round globes could make any man go crazy specially him, just another ordinary looking corporate guy about 5'11 and hing brown skin, 29 and one of the sweetest and kindest man having a sense of mysterious aura around him. Though he had no sharp jawline or 8 packs or a big dick but still he looked sexy, sexy in a way that would make her pussy drip every time he traced his fingers along her waist till he felt a handful of her perfectly round ass and lifted her thick thigh to make his manhood, rub on her pussy.

This is a story about me ( Esme) and my online friend Xavier, our encounter for the first time after talking for almost 2 years online before finally deciding to meet and have the best three days experience where I end up loosing my virginity.

(It's gonna be a series, so please be patient)

We met on an online site around when I was 19 and he was around 27 and we instantly clicked, for the first two months we talked on anonymous site only, never sharing socials but after 2 months marks he trusted me enough and vice versa we shared socials. We started talking Daily, for hours on end about anything and everything. Our talks started to get flirty and flirtier. Soon we began talking about our sexual adventures, Well me being a virgin I had only had a 'makeout with extra steps' as he called it ( giving a guy an amazing bj to make him nut in my mouth, giving me a facial and dripping down my tits and got my cunt eaten 3-4 times till I was about to pass out but no penetration).

While he had fucked tons of women and he would tell me about the tips and what should I expect from the men so I never have a bad experience. These talks turned soon into " what if we fucked, how would we do it" and then we started sexting. At this point we were going crazy about each other and having phone sex on the regular basis. Would tease him while he was working with some steamy pics and texts about how am I gonna suck him under the table while he's busy taking a meeting and when he'd come back, he'd tease me with his sexy voice about he's gonna spread my big pussy lips with his teeth and gonna lay his tongue flat on my cunt while nuzzling his nose on the clit. While his hands are busy on my titties, his finger squeezing the juicy mounds and pinching and twisting the nipples, till I'd moan and scream and my back would arch up. Then when his tongue would go exploring my hole and he'd feel the walls clenching and squeezing it, he'd squeeze my breasts and spank them, turning them all red and hot while his tongue explore the insides of me. This would make me go crazy and force me to ask him " OH dear goodness, fuck Xavier, don't fucking tease me, fuck me, put your thick fat dick in cunt " and I'd push his head closer to my pussy making him go faster and wilder, till i smeared all my white over his face and my body shuddered and shivered.

This happened till about 2 hours when we finally decided to meet, maybe just as friends and if we find it comfortable enough, maybe we'd explore things a bit.

So I arrive at out decided place and he was reached there earlier than me, so was waiting for me by the gate, as soon as I got off the car wearing a plain white tee and some wide leg jeans, and a lacy bra underneath which I was sure he's gonna see the perfect outline off, my eyes met his. He was wearing a black tee and jeans, nothing fancy and smiled at me. There were butterflies in my stomach. I looked at him and I knew this isn't just going to be two online friends meeting but more than that. We would not be able to keep our hands off each other or tongues. I crossed the roads and we shook aur hands while side hugged. His hands on my arm, squeezing it slightly. Oh goodness how good it felt, soon my mind went to him wrapping his arms around me when naked or tearing off these clothes off me. His scent was driving me crazy. As we headed inside, and he was holding my hand I can feel my nipples harden and my pussy getting wet, that was when I looked a his manhood and he gave out a nervous laugh.

Xavier" hahaha sorry for it, now you know the effect you have on me, the one I was telling you constantly about since past two years".

I gulped and looked at him and his hard twitching duck through his jeans, I just wanted to hop into some bush and do him right there but I played civil and we went to this restraunt and ordered some food. As we waited and talked, I can clearly feel the heated gaze on me. After about 5 mins, he shifted and sat on my side, his hands around shoulder as he laughed about something I said then his other hand was on my thigh and he started rubbing ut closer and closer to my cunt, which was dripping by now. He got closer to my face and kissed my jaw.

Xavier : " This is how bad I wanna fuck you, you see " an kissed and sucked on my neck... and I moaned in response not realizing there are people around.

Xavier : " shh don't be so loud okay?" And started to rub my pussy over my jeans. He somehow found my clit and rubbed it harder and harder while I suppressed my moans and maintained a calm face. Until I came, i fucking came, my panties got drenched and my legs were shaking, my nipples were so hard thar you can see the outline and my face was clearly flushed.

Xavier: " Hm you are such a bad lil girl huhn. You let all your juices go to waste. Next time you are not cumming if it's not in my mouth or my cock okay " he tapped and kissed the tip of my nose and shifted right across from me.

The waiter came, we were served food and chatted till it was about 8 pm and then it was announced that they were having some special party and we have to dress in some formals. So we headed towards the room.

Once in the room, he locked it and while my steps were halted he hugged my from behind, while kissing me on the neck and while I moaned for more, he pinned my face to the wall. And continued kissing my neck and my cheeks.

Xavier " uhm I have wanted this for soo long, the moment I met you and we connected, the first time you said you were gonna cum and called out my name, I wanted to see when you make those faces an when you moan my name out loud. Fuck I want to kiss you and eat you out you and make you cum and look at you while you suck my cock or make you ride me hard and then even when you get tired, I would want to cuddle you..oh fuck esme " he turned me to face him while pinning me hard and forcing hsi body on me. I can feel his hard chest, squished against my chest and his dick throbbing. He started rubbing his dick against my belly and I started yo moan as he began licking around the corners of my lips while pulling me harder by my waist and other hands pinning my hands on top of my head. I kept looking into his eyes with desperation while he teased me and made me moan.

Me : "mmhn fuck xav, kiss me honey, please, I want to feel your soft lips, I want to feel your warm mouth over mine, your tongue exploring my mouth please " I looked into his eyes and started moving my hips up and down so his cock gets enough friction my clit is getting rubbed in the process.

He crashed his lips on mine and began kissing me like a hungry animal, he let of my hands and grabbed me the nape of neck, pulling on my lower lip, making his way into my mouth, fighting with my tongue. I wrapped my hand around him and through his hair. He traced his hand to my thigh and pulled me up, while I wrapped my legs around his waist. I instinctively started moving up and down rubbing his dick and on that he started to moan and groan in mu mouth and carried me to the shower. He placed me down and looked at me before tearing off his shirt and pushing down his pants to stay just in his briefs hanging low on his waist. He started to pull me closer and turned on the shower. The water turning my shirt transparent, he tore it off as well and started to look so hungrily at me. He pushed my pants down and now I was only standing in a lace bra and panties. He hugged me while his boner rubbed my clit, he wrapped his hands around my boobs and started to squeeze them while kissing me and I wrapped my hand around his dick and he graoned hard, I can feel it twitching and I started to cup it and rub it. He took his hand to my back and let the boobs free, dropping the bra and started to go crazy on those bouncing melons. Kissing them and sucking and leaving marks on them while I yanked his briefs down and his thick cock sprang out I wrapped my hands a bit firmly on it felt his walls bulging. My thumb swiping the precum on the head and when the fingers touched the base, touching the balls and pressing them. He started to squeeze one of my boobs and suck the other while his hands dipped between my folds. Dragging across the slit. The thumb on the clit while one of his finger dipped in my warm walls and I felt like i was flying. He curled it and moved it in a motion of 8 which made me hold his dick a bit tighter and I moved my hand a lil faster. He found my rough spot very quickly and looked up at me while sucking my nipple like baby while my eyes shut close and he ordered me to open them and keep looking at him.

I kept looking at this and stroking his cock faster as I felt so many other veins popping while he dipped another finger in the pussy as well making a tight snug fit.

Xavier: " you see you can barely take my two fingers and your walls are already clenching. How are you gonna take his thick cock baby girl? "

I started to move my hand faster and faster till he started to graon and started to slightly take my nipples between his teeth. At this point i was so close to cumming.

Me : " Uhm Xavier fuck, baby I'm gonna cum honey, don't stop, keep doing it, aah baby faster. Harder,yes right there"

Xavier : " hm you are gonna cum? Oh aren't we going to be late honey? Let's do it later" and jerked his hands off my pussy and smiled and turned off the shower and got out of the shower leaving me there.

I came out when he had already dressed in button up and some formal pants and looked at me as I came out fully naked, my ass swaying and my boobs bouncing.

Xavier : " hey dress faster okay don't make me wanna fuck you right here right now okay. I don't want to do it so fast, and yk what lil slut this was for you making me hard every time I was at work, now I'm not going to make you cum, till you beg me to "

I looked at him to see if he was joking but instead found his serious and smirking at me. I took out a black sick dress and slipped it on in front of him with no panties and boobs being practically out and wore some black heels and held his arm and headed out.

Xavier: " so you are expecting something to happen huhn, do you maybe want to skip the party? "

I looked at him as now we have reached the hall and ut was full of people and I pouted

Esme : " yes Xavier I want to fuck you. Fuck me, right here, right NOW"

Read in the next story to this series how did i get fucked, Mayne we sneaked out or skipped the party all together. But it was truly a night I can never forget, staying up all night and waking up in his arms, I never felt so tired but so alive.

A Wicked Hangover

 

 

 

 

 

"Hey, so about last night..." Riley began, standing on John's front porch, the mid morning Saturday sun pouring into his house exacerbating John's hangover. She was wearing sunglasses large and dark enough to obscure much of her expression, which John took to be as much her goal in wearing them as protecting her eyes from that harsh summer sun had been. Her hair was pulled back in a pony tail, exposing the lightly tanned skin of her shoulders, which went uncovered by the light top she was wearing. It all came together with a short skirt and open toed shoes in a lovely little ensemble. He wanted to slam the door in her face.

"What about it?" he said. The sun was unbearable for him and he could see she had started to sweat as well.

"Look, I know. Can I come in for a second? You can kick me out on my ass once I say what I want to. Just," she sighed with exasperation, "it's really fucking hot out here, can you let me in for a minute?"

"Yeah, why not," he said. He left her in the open doorway and walked back to the kitchen. He heard rather than saw her follow him in as he focused on downing three glasses of water, one after the other.

"John?" Riley was now standing at the edge of the kitchen, watching him from behind the now unnecessary sunglasses.

"You know the real hangover cure?" he asked. She said nothing in response. "Time. That's it. The trick is that there isn't really a cure. Oh, lots of people say that it's this or it's that, heavy food or bread or even the hair of the dog. But there isn't one, not really. You drink your water, you wait, you deal with it. That's it. It sucks but that's what happens when you have too much fun. Just bites you in the ass and you have to just wait till it gets better."

"That's very poetic, John," Riley said. "Look, obviously I have some explaining to do."

"No, you really don't," John cut her off. "It's fine. Pretty sure I got the gist of it last night, I don't really need any further explication, and frankly my fucking head fucking hurts and sound makes it worse."

"I'm sorry about that," she said.

"I appreciate the sympathy," he said, brushing by her to get to the couch in the living room, which he promptly lay down on. He could feel her approach the couch.

"Look, John," she said, "you have every right to be mad at me. I realize you probably don't care if I'm sorry or not or why I did what I did..."

"You mean why you hid the fact that you have a boyfriend from me? Or why you sucked him off while I hid, naked in a closet?"

"I mean..."

"Actually it doesn't matter. I get it, you don't have to explain. You did it for the reasons most people do shit like that. Hell, I know why I've done the exact same thing in the past, aside from the stuffing a partner in a closet bit. That's new, that's really, just..." he stopped while the words were still unformed in his mind "...just, mmm, chef's kiss, amazing, no notes."

"I mean..."

"Yeah, yeah, I know what you mean, like I said, I've done the same thing myself. You're with somebody, you see somebody else you want to fuck, and you just do it, you think, 'what's the harm, right? It's just this once, they'll never know.' I get it, I really do. I'll let you in on a secret, since you were kind enough to let me in on the secret of how big your boyfriend's cock is, which, by the way, nice, not bad, I can see why you want to stay with him."

She had evidently given up on trying to get a word in so John just continued.

"My secret is I've cheated on multiple girlfriends in the past, same thing. So I get it. I even did the thing where you go back to them and pretend nothing happened."

"Yeah, I remember you telling me about that. And how did that work out for you?"

"It works. It works just fine if you want it to. You have to have the right psychology for it, though, the right make up. You have to just be able to forget about it. I'm guessing right now you are feeling bad about it, but you're still trying to decide why you feel bad, like, is it because you regret having fucked me, or you regret having continued to fuck me, which lead to actual, honest-to-god feelings, or you are thinking maybe you shouldn't be with this Nick guy, but you're torn. Here's the thing, if you're like me, and I think you are, you'll just be able to forget about it, write it off."

"Forget about you, you mean?" she asked.

"Yeah, me, the next guy, the guy after that. It gets easier each time, by the way. Eventually you realize you're built for that type of thing. You still love him, of course, Nick, I mean, not me. You love him in a way that other people don't get. They will say you don't, that you wouldn't go around fucking other guys if you did, that you'd feel bad about it. But people, people who aren't like you and me, Riley, they don't get it. They don't get what it's like to just want to fuck and how nobody else can match that desire you have, nobody, no one person, can be adequate. But society doesn't get that, doesn't understand how you can't be happy with just the one person even though you love him, and you do. But I do, I get it. That's me, that's you, that's how we're built. So you don't need to explain shit. You just need to leave me here in the dark so I can get over this fucking hangover and go back to my fucking job on Monday and then hopefully maybe find some other girl who wants my dick half as much as I want to give it to her."

"It sounds like you understand it all, then," Riley said. "So I don't need to explain anything, after all." She knelt down beside the couch.

"Yeah, probably, under the I think safe assumption that you are operating like me, like I have, anyway. You love him, but you're unsatisfied somehow. Not enough sex, not varied enough sex, I don't know because I've only seen you two fuck this one time. Probably you're just like me, just like I said, and so it doesn't really matter how much of it there is or how good it is, because there could always be more, always be better." He shifted his weight so that his face was less visible. "But you still love him, so you're going to go back to him and forget all about it, and you know what, that's good. I mean, if you love him then be with him and if you fuck up every now and then and hook up with another guy like me then that is just what happens. People take monogamy too seriously. We're not built for it, you or me, probably not anyone, really, but especially folks like you and me. So you just live with it."

"Monogamy and hangovers, same thing, right?" Riley said.

"Ding ding ding. You just do it. You just drink your water and grit your teeth and vomit sometimes. And every time you tell yourself "not doing that again" but you probably will. But like I said, that's fine. It happens, you get drunk, you fuck around."

"Yeah, but you don't get on a dating app. Your analogy falls apart there, John boy. You don't go looking to get drunk, it just happens when one drink turns into two turns into a binge session. Only a psycho, only a fucking heartless bitch carefully creates a dating app profile for one night, messages a guy who she'll never see again, fucks him, and deletes the account like it never happened."

He rolled back over. She had taken her sunglasses off to reveal tear-filled eyes that glinted in the dark.

"Yeah," he said. "Or no, I don't know. There's no reason to worry about that shit. 'Am I a psycho?' 'Am I a bitch?' Who gives a fuck, really? You didn't get caught, not yet. So go back to him and finish the plan. That's why you're here, right? You can't be here to beg me to keep quiet. If I were going to say anything, that closet would have been the optimal time and place. So you must be here because you caught some residual feelings and now you need to, for your own sake, let me down easy or seek forgiveness or closure or whatever. Well don't worry about that shit, either. You're forgiven." He made a half-assed sign of the cross in the air above him.

"I don't know," she said, her voice wavering. "I just, I wanted to talk to you. I wasn't even sure what I was going to say when I got here. I've been sick to my stomach since last night. I couldn't sleep, I just...I don't know."

"Like I said, you don't have to explain. You don't have to tell me anything. If you want to stay with him stay with him. If you don't want to, don't. But like, it seems like you probably do. And since you're not here to suck my fucking dick, it seems like you just want absolution, so take it."

"I don't know," she wiped away tears. "I actually wouldn't mind sucking your dick." She let out a little laugh. "It would be a lot easier than explaining."

"Now I know for sure you and I are built alike. Get out of here before I get the wrong idea and shove my dick in your mouth."

"I'm not stopping you," she said.

"I know, but I am," he responded. "You'd regret it, like you regret all the shit we did."

"That's not fair," she said. "You make it sound like...well, I don't know. But that's not what I would say."

He sat up. "Let me ask you something," he said, looking into her eyes. The tears had started overflowing her eyelids despite her best attempts. "Is this the first time you cheated on him?"

She sat silently for a few moments. "No," she said finally.

"And those other guys, what happened with them? They broke it off when they found out? Or you broke it off?"

"Every other time," she began, then wiped away a tear despite the futility of that action at this point. "I say that like I've done it so much but, I haven't. Not that many times. But every other time it was like getting drunk. Go out and tell yourself you're just having a good time, you know, like I was saying. And then it just happened and I didn't want to see the guy again. So it's not fair. It's not a fair comparison. I guess I'm getting worse."

"You're getting better at it," he said. "But my point stands. You regret it, so you tell yourself not to do it again. That's what regret is. It doesn't mean you won't do it again or you're some kind of psycho, but it doesn't matter even if you are. Now seriously get the fuck out of here before I bend your crying ass over the couch and you have one more thing to regret."

She laughed a sad little laugh, sniffled and wiped away a tear. "You're the best, John." She stood up and turned to leave, then turned back for a second. "I hope you get all the ass in the world on that app," she said. "Stop getting drunk missing me and get out there and put your dick in some dumb sluts. I wish...well, I wish I could be one of them, but I, I can't. But you understand. Goodbye."

And with that strange, very Riley form of wishing good luck, she walked out the door and out of my life. Going to make a great story for nobody to ever hear, he thought. He couldn't think of anything else to do so he went to take a shower.

...

Maybe Liam's around, John thought as he finished toweling off. Nah, that's no good. I can't be using the kid as a substitute. I'm in no mood to see anyone, anyway, and forcing it is never a great idea. You just gotta grit your teeth sometimes. He stepped out into the bedroom and pulled the phone and wallet out of the pants he had left discarded in preparation for throwing them in the laundry. Out of pure habit, he checked the phone for messages.

3 missed calls

What the fuck? he thought before checking the details. Each and every call had come from the office. It was rare to receive any calls from the office, rarer still to get any on the weekend. His job was hardly what might be termed essential, and, besides, most of it involved the clients; the main office just handled finding said clients and collecting the money from them, as far as he was concerned.

He pulled on a pair of boxers and called back, to be greeted by the familiar voice of Marge, the kindly office manager.

"John, thank god," she said. "I've been trying to call you all morning."

"Yeah, I saw that, sorry," John replied. "What's up?"

"It's that job you just finished," she said. "Something's wrong; the woman over there, she's driving me nuts, calling in here."

"Penny?" John asked. "What does she want?"

"I don't know," Marge replied. "She was just saying that there is a situation and that your expertise is urgently needed. I know it's the weekend, but..."

"She wants me to come in?" John tried not to make his sigh too noticeable.

"Yeah," Marge said. "Sorry but to be honest, she seemed a bit nutso on the phone. We don't want to get into a whole thing with a client. Can you just go over and see what it is she wants?"

"Yeah, sure," John said. "Sorry, I'll get over there right away. No idea what she wants? Did she complain about me or anything?"

"No," Marge said, "nothing specific. I don't know what it is; probably best to just deal with her now so word doesn't get up the corporate ladder that a client's unhappy with you."

"Yeah, I got you. I'll deal with it."

Marge hung up and John sped up the process of getting dressed. Could it get any better? he thought. He finished dressing, pounded a couple of aspirin, and headed to work.

The security guard at the office acknowledged John with only a slight nod as he headed into the seemingly lifeless building, ascending the elevator alone to reach the floor he'd been working on for the last couple weeks, finding it deserted, though the glaring fluorescent lights were on and not doing his hangover-induced headache any favors. He headed straight to Penny's office.

He found the door closed, as well as the blinds. Just as he raised his hand to knock on the door, it opened. Inside stood Penny, dressed smartly as ever and wearing her trademark curious little smile. "Hello, temp," she greeted him.

"Hello, Penelope," he responded. "I understand there's some kind of a problem that needed my attention."

"Oh, I wouldn't call it a problem," she said. She turned around, leading him into the office. She got a few paces, then turned around again to face him. "You'll be so kind as to close the door," she said.

"Nobody seems to be around, boss," he replied.

"You'll be so kind as to close the door," she repeated without a hint of anger.

"Alright," John responded. He closed the door. "What seems to be the problem?"

"As I said earlier, I wouldn't call it a problem," Penny replied. "Just something that requires your expertise."

John sighed and looked up at the ceiling as if there might be a solution to his woes written on it; unfortunately there was not. "Oh my god..." he said to himself, then dropping his face to Penny again, said "Can you just tell me what you want? I thought I was done with this shit yesterday as of five o'clock. Do you want me to eat your pussy? Is that it? Just say that's what it is if that's it. I will get on my knees right here and lick your fucking twat until you cum ten times if that's what you want but holy shit I'm hungover and in no mood to play games."

Penny looked at him for a second before responding. "An interesting proposition," she said. "Is that what you came in here for? Is that what you want to do? To 'get on your knees and lick my twat until I cum'?"

John shook his head. "I came in because you called."

"And I'm the boss," she said.

"Yes, you called. You're the boss, so when you call, I come. That's why I came in." John reiterated.

"And not because you want to 'lick my twat' as you say?" Penny continued.

"I would be delighted," John answered. "So is that why you called me in?"

"Say it," she said, her little smiled pinching into a tight scowl.

"What, are you recording this conversation or something?" he asked.

"Of course not," she answered. "Why on earth would I do that?"

"I don't know. Why on earth do you do anything? Why do you call me in on a Saturday? After my work here is done, I might add, and I no longer have any obligation to come in at all."

"And yet you came in for some reason," Penny replied, feigning confusion. "You came when I called." She hopped up onto her desk, crossing her legs as she sat atop it. "There must be some reason for that. Say it."

John's only response was a frustrated noise.

"I promise, I'm not recording anything. Do you want to check if I'm wearing a wire?" She slipped out of her suit jacket and tossed it aside. "See?"

John shook his head but said nothing.

"Not satisfied?" she asked, already beginning to unbutton her blouse. She evidently understood from John's silence that he was not, and continued unbuttoning the blouse, revealing a black bra underneath, and then tossed the blouse aside as well when finished. She kicked her high heels off, then proceeded with her skirt, hopping down off the desk to get free of it, until she was left in only silky-looking black undergarments. "How about now? Satisfied?"

"You know I never really got the impression while I was working here that you cared all that much about my satisfaction," John said.

She strode towards him. "So you're here to lodge a complaint?" she teased as she approached to within a few centimeters of him.

The pounding in John's had reduced to a dull hum as the blood had rushed to another part of his anatomy. "No complaints," he answered.

She reached a hand out and gently felt his rapidly hardening cock through his slacks. "Then what is it you want? Say it."

You asked for it, John thought. He grabbed her with both hands and pulled her to him, one hand on her back and one lower, firmly gripping her ass through her thin, silky panties. "I want to fuck this sexy little ass," he said.

She pulled away from him, able to escape his grip more by surprising him with the move than anything else. "Oh," she said, turning away from him and walking towards her desk again. "And what if that's not why I called you in? What if I tell you you can't have this 'sexy little ass'?" She smacked her ass softly with one hand and rubbed it, looking at him over her shoulder. "What then, temp?"

John stood for a second, the fluorescent lights feeling as if they were drilling into his skull, a beautiful woman in lingerie mere feet away. "Well," he said, stepping towards her, "fortunately for me, yesterday was my last day. You're not my boss any more." He grabbed her panties and pulled them hard, intending to yank them down but unconcerned when instead they tore down the side, noisily exposing her gorgeous ass.

Penny barely had time to gasp before John had jammed the fingers of one hand roughly between her legs, forcing them apart as her ruined panties fell to the floor. His other hand he placed on her neck, pushing her upper body down onto the desk so hard that the impact caused the small lamp that had been occupying a corner of it to topple over onto the floor.

Her twat reacted almost instantly, going from moist with anticipation to sopping wet by the time she managed to regain the wherewithal to respond verbally, an incoherent grunt of surprise and pleasure.

He ran his fingers roughly up and down the length of her slit, slipping them between her pussy lips and giving them a generous coating of her juices. "Ooh, fuck," she almost growled at him. "Take that fucking cunt."

"I told you," he said, "I want your ass." It was as if someone else was controlling his body as his fingers moved from her sloppy pussy directly to her asshole. He stiffened two of them and pushed hard against her hole. His index and middle finger sank into her ass so quickly it seemed that they were two knuckles deep the moment they had touched her.

"Shit!" she almost shrieked at the sudden intrusion.

"You like that, bitch?" he barked at her, removing the hand from her back long enough to work his pants down and free his now raging hard-on.

"Oh, yes, take that fucking ass," she barked right back. "Fucking take my little fucking whore ass!"

He pulled his fingers from her ass, leaving it to slowly close, but he didn't stop to admire it, instead reaching around her and offering her his fingers. Having freed his cock, he used his other hand to grab Penny's hair yank it back, pulling her face off the surface of the desk and almost, bringing her attention to the fingers he had just had jammed up her asshole.

She lapped at them hungrily, slurping up the juices from them and giving them a fresh, copious coat of spit.

"You like how your ass tastes, you little whore?" he grunted at her as he released her hair and took his cock in hand.

"Mmm, mmm...oh god yes...mmm..." she managed to answer between slurps. He ran his cock head up and down her slit a few times, nearly slipping inside without even trying and coating it with her natural lubrication, then up, across her taint to her asshole and, without pausing, pushed into her asshole. "Aaaggh!" she let out a wild sound of surprise around his fingers as his cock plunged into her tight asshole. "Fuck!" she groaned as his shaft sank into her, inch by inch, without pause.

"You like that fucking cock, bitch?" he almost spat the words at her.

"Oh yes...oh shit....fuck it's so fucking big..." She moved her right hand, which had been flat against the surface of her desk, down and off the table. Pushing back awkwardly against him to get some space, she reached between her legs.

Before she could begin fingering her clit, he grabbed her arm and wrenched it back up, eliciting a little grunt of surprise and just the right amount, John hoped, of pain. He bent her arm behind her back, and, removing his fingers from her mouth, grabbed her other hand and wrenched it back behind her back. "Did I say you could touch your nasty fucking cunt, bitch?" he rasped at her as he squeezed her wrists together with one hand, freeing up his left hand.

"No, sir," she moaned pathetically, her voice devolving into a whine of pleasure that mixed with the sound of his body slapping against her as his cock drove in and out of her asshole without mercy.

"That's right, whore," he barked at her, not knowing where this aggression was coming from, but as happy to let whatever angry spirit was animating him take control as Penny appeared to be. For all the apparent effort she was going to to keep up the charade, she could not keep a smile from playing across her lips as his throbbing cock repeatedly dug deep into her ass. "You fucking ask permission."

"May I... please... touch my... filthy whore cunt?" she managed to ask between moans.

John, or whatever entity seemed to have taken hold of him, considered for a moment before answering. "No. You cum with your asshole or you don't cum."

"Unngh..." Penny let out a particularly loud moan as John drove his cock into her up to the balls and held it here.

"Cum for me, whore," he commanded. "Cum with my cock up your ass."

"Oh..." Penny moaned, "oh, yes...I'm coming...I'm coming for you..."

John smacked Penny's ass as her body began to shake; she shuddered with pleasure as her asshole clamped down tight on his cock, holding him deep inside her. He held there, letting her feel him deep, buried up to the balls in her quivering asshole. Her orgasm began to subside, her shaking breaking off into irregular little quakes. He was almost surprised she was able to remain standing when he pulled out of her, admiring the way her asshole gaped open for a second before smacking her ass loudly again; it started to redden as he took a step back. "Suck me," the entity controlling him commanded.

She immediately complied, turning and dropping to her knees in front of him. She grabbed his cock with one hand and forced her mouth around it, extending her tongue along the underside of the shaft, and began noisily working him in and out of her lips. Each time she reached the tip, she added another glob of spit, and soon her chin was coated in a slimy mixture of pre-cum and saliva, but she showed no sign of slowing down, letting the fluids drip where they may.

"Taste your nasty asshole, bitch," he snarled at her, placing a hand on the back of her head and pushing her down onto his cock until she began gagging on it.

She pulled back, sputtering. A particularly fat glob of spit tumbled out of her mouth and landed on her knee. "Thank you, sir," she managed to gasp before he pushed her head back down onto his cock.

She placed her hands on his bare thighs, trying to control at least to some extent the pace at which he forced his cock down her throat. No, no, this won't do, an evil voice inside John's head said. He grabbed each of her wrists and pulled them up above her head, bringing them together once again and holding them there, then slammed his cock into her throat once more. Holding her wrists together with one hand, he once again placed the other on the back of her head and pushed.

His cock sank down into her throat. Moments later, he could feel her body try to force him back out, but to no avail. She gagged, making a retching sound that was music to his ears, massaging his cock involuntarily with her convulsions. Finally he let go and she fell backwards onto her ass, spit and pre-cum shimmering on her chin, throat and chest. "Thank you, sir," she panted.

"Good little whore," he snarled. "I think you've just about earned the right to your filthy little cunt."

"Thank you, sir," she replied, her chest still heaving.

"Show me," he said. "Show me how you finger your whore cunt."

"Yes, sir," she said, no longer able to conceal her smile at all. She lay back on the floor and spread her legs before him. She reached her left hand between her legs and began running her fingers up and down her slit, then, stopping on her clit, changed motions, rubbing herself in tight little circles.

The shlick, shlick, shlick, sound that her copious juices made as she masturbated for him were loud enough to hear as he stood perhaps a few feet away. It was not until then that his consciousness seemed to gain the upper hand for a second. There has to be somebody else in the building. They're going to hear this.

So what? snapped back the voice that had been controlling him. I don't work here. This voice took control of his body and he found himself striding over to her. He turned around, straddling her, and watched her fingers work from a different angle for a second, then, suddenly, lowered himself, sitting directly on her face.

"Eat my asshole," he commanded.

Perhaps one second later, John felt Penny's hot, wet tongue reach out and probe his asshole. She wasted no time teasing it, but rather stuffed seemingly the entire length of her tongue directly up his ass before removing it and then repeating the process over and over again. John enjoyed the sensation, watching her finger herself as he stroked himself idly.

"Cum, whore," he commanded simply.

Without stopping her tongue, Penny increased the speed of her fingers, moving them in a blur; tight, rapid little circles. Her pelvis began moving up and down off the floor in irregular little jumps but, to her credit, her tongue never stopped dipping in and out of John's asshole.

The wet, sticky sounds of her fingers were soon joined by deep, powerful moans. Her hips jumped off the floor one more time and remained there, locked into place as she came again, her fingers suddenly halting, her tongue buried deep in his ass.

When her legs relaxed and her ass thudded back to the floor, John stood up, turning around again and bending over slightly to examine her face, which was now coated with spit not just from her lower lip down, but also all over her cheeks and even up to her forehead as well. "Did you enjoy eating my asshole, whore?"

"Yes, sir," she answered faux-meekly. "Will you please fuck your little whore's pussy?"

"No," he replied without thinking, "whores take it up the ass."

"Thank you, sir," she responded. While he stepped over her and moved between her legs, she pulled them up to her chest, hooking her arms under her knees.

He knelt down and took his cock in hand. "Beg for it," he said. He slid his cock head up and down her slit, making a wonderful, wet shlick noise.

"Please fuck my whore ass, sir," she begged.

He pushed against her leg, rocking her onto her upper back and lifting her lower body off the floor, then pressed his cock head against her asshole, which was by this point completely soaked with her pussy juices. It slipped in easily, eliciting a squeal of delight from Penny. "Mmm...fuck...mmm....fuck my ass..." she moaned with pleasure as his dick pumped in and out of her.

John found it mesmerizing how her ass gripped his cock, stretching to take it all and refusing to let go; each time he pulled out, her asshole seemed to hold on tight, trying its best to keep him inside. Her pussy oozed even more juices, which flowed to her ass crack and dripped from there onto his shaft.

"Do you like that, whore?" he grunted at her. "Do you like having a fat cock up your asshole?"

"Yes, sir," she whimpered. "Please, sir, may I cum, sir?"

He reached down to her face and placed his hand on her cheek, staring her in the eyes, then after a slight pause, pulled his hand back a few inches and slapped her. "Yes, whore, you can cum on my cock."

"Thank you sir," she smiled as he moved his hand to her throat. Her expression shifted from a simple smile to one of pure ecstasy, closing her eyes. Her lips reacted to each thrust of his cock into her asshole, then suddenly her entire face tightened. "I'm...cumming..." she moaned.

John felt her asshole clamp down on his cock as she quaked with pleasure and he could no longer hold back. He grunted and released a thick load of hot cum deep into her bowels. "Ah, fuck," he said, "take my fucking cum up your whore asshole."

"Aaah..." she sighed as his balls emptied into her, hot jets of cum filling her ass. By the time he had finished, he felt significantly lighter and he was struggling to remain conscious.

He slipped his softening cock out of her with a lovely wet noise and his cum began immediately spilling out of her gaping asshole and onto the floor. He replaced his cock with a pair of his fingers, which slid effortlessly into her now loosened hole and let some of the sticky cum pool on them. "Mmm..." she moaned at the sudden intrusion, but she maintained her grip on her legs, holding herself open for him.

He brought his fingers to her lips and she obediently parted them for him, letting the glob of his cum ooze its way into her mouth and down into her belly with an audible gulp. "Thank you, sir," she said, only then relaxing her legs.

"Fuck," John said to no one in particular as his mind cleared. It truly was as if someone else had taken control of his body and only then did he, sweating and breathing heavily, regain control as he watched Penny sit up with a satisfied smile on her face.

"Indeed," she said in her trademark fashion. "I was wondering how long it would take you to do something like that."

He looked at her inquisitively, unable to stop smiling.

"I was beginning to worry," she said as she rolled over onto her knees, "that you might really be a beta bitch."

John watched as she picked up the discarded and torn panties and used them to wipe first the spit from her face and then the cum from her ass. He found it strangely hot how she went about this in such a particular, businesslike way.

"Not that beta bitches aren't fun," she continued, "especially ones that know how to eat ass properly." She looked at him and smiled. "But in any case, I am happy you came through, even if it took adding a day of work to get you there."

He laughed and got to his feet as she began pulling on her skirt, having left the now even more wet undergarment on her desk. "So, this is what you were hoping for the whole time?"

She shrugged and responded with a little smile. "It was something of a stretch goal, I suppose. As I said, beta bitches are fun enough in their own way."

"And so now what?" John said.

She looked at him with a puzzled expression. "You're free to go, of course," she said. "Good work. I will definitely be giving you a positive evaluation with your company."

"So..." John said, pulling his pants back up again, "that's it, then?"

"Well, as you mentioned, your contract is up. I'll keep you in mind if we are ever in need of further consultation services in the future."

"Alright, then," John said. He took one more look around the office, though he had no idea what he was looking for. "I guess I'll be going, then. Unless there's anything else you need?"

She smiled. "We'll be in touch."

John just shook his head and headed for home.