Small Update + Extended Extended Version of SAAS: Ch. 16 (Patreon)

Hey guys. I'm a few thousand words into chapter seventeen, but there was a small gap that I knew I wanted to fix before posting CH:16 to public sites. I backtracked a little to fix that, so here's the official version of last chapter. Fixed some grammar things and added two thousand words of smut at the end. I'm going to post it on AO3, Literotica, Wattpad, etc. tomorrow.

Keep an eye on the trello for updates on CH:17. Going to try to keep that as accurate as possible. I think it's going to be a big chapter with how much needs to be covered, so I'll probably release it in chunks so you guys don't have to wait too long for content. I'm also working on my first non-private commission, which I think will be a great palate cleanser in the coming weeks.

CH:17 has been going well. It's pure cheating smut so far, which has been really fun to write. I've been condensing the sex scenes a little to try to fit more of them in, and the storyline is benefiting from it, I think.

As a side note, I don't think a single day passes without me thinking about Jodi's chapters. They're going to be so fucking good. With every brainstorming session, I add more fucked up details. Get excited, but not too excited. I think they'll start developing in CH:19, since we're long due for one full chapter dedicated to all the current girls. Speaking of which, we're almost done with Emi, so I'll be posting a new poll soon to see who we'll focus on after Tina. I'm thinking the Botez sisters, Maya, or Jaime (iGumdrop). What do you think?

Below is the official version of CH:16.

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“What the hell?” Emiru replied instantly, doing her best to conceal her flushed cheeks. She thought that mentioning her boyfriend might keep Josh and his fat cock at bay, but he didn’t waste a single breath of air before, yet again, taking the conversation too far.

Josh expressed his dissatisfaction by shaking his head. “Jesus, what now? That's one of the tamest fucking questions I could’ve started with.”

“No, it's too far,” Emi argued, doing her best to temper Josh’s expectations of their little arrangement. “Way too far. You’re still a stranger! And you don't need to know that kind of stuff to help me.”

Her reluctance wasn’t for nothing. Emi had, in fact, been spanked before. Not by Mizkif, but by an ex-girlfriend. An old lover that introduced a paddle into their relationship. She only ever used it on Emi a few times, but it was still a bizarre experience that was ingrained into Emi’s core memories. Despite being able to answer Josh with an interesting response, she wasn't about to reveal that information to an opportunistic fuckboy.

“Are you really that much of a prude?” Josh asked her with growing irritation. “It’s just a question. Fucking words! Who gives a shit? No wonder your boyfriend can't keep it up. Jesus!”

Emi let out a slack-jawed gasp. In Josh’s sudden attitude change, her awareness of the whole situation became heightened.

Josh, the handsome prick of a stranger, stood there with his belt undone, only a foot away from her bed. He towered over her as she laid in her bed, surely capable of doing anything and everything he wanted to her, even if she resisted. When she resisted, that is. Because, of course, she would resist. The outline of his tree trunk cock could still be seen through his jeans, which thoroughly annoyed Emi. It’s like he was bragging just by standing there, and suddenly, a voice echoed through her head.

Just.. stay away from him, okay?

Fucking hell. The angel on her shoulder was reminding her of her boyfriend’s recent request. As if she didn't have enough on her mind at the moment. Though, it had been his only request, borne of his personal insecurities, and she was already ignoring it.

It was safe to say that Mizkif would not be ecstatic to find Josh inside of her bedroom. He’d surely never let her forget about it, either. Years could pass without incident and he’d still probably bring it up just to annoy her. Just like he did with that dude in Tampa.

A few members of OTK had gone to Florida for a convention the year prior, and they met a guy who ended up being pretty cool, so he hung around after the convention and went bar hopping with them. At the end of the night, the guy exchanged phone numbers with Esfand, and then asked Emi for hers as well. Seeing how Esfand didn’t hesitate to provide his, Emi saw no reason to either and proceeded to give him her number.

Right next to Mizkif.

Silent chaos ensued shortly thereafter. Her boyfriend was infuriatingly passive-aggressive on the drive home and for a few days after as well. A massive fight erupted after Emiru finally asked him what he was so mad about, and the two predictably never came to an understanding about the issue. Since that encounter, Miz took every opportunity to ask if she wanted to give out her phone number to any slightly attractive man they came across.

Emiru had to avoid that at all costs.

Just then, the impatient stud snapped his fingers in Emi’s face and brought her back to reality. “Hello? Anyone fucking home?”

“Uh, fuck you,” Emi finally grunted back. Despite promising to succumb to his sexual guidance, she just couldn't do it. Not easily, anyway. “Don't talk to me like that. Like one of the whores you've fucked in the past week. I’m not them. Don’t you ever fucking confuse me for one of them.”

“Fat chance of that happening,” Josh replied with a scoff. “They were actually fucking memorable.”

Emi’s hostility was on high at the moment, but his comment actually stung her pride. “What’s that supposed to mean?” she asked out of genuine curiosity. She didn’t want to need his validation, but she did. At least a little bit of it.

“What I mean is.. you’re fucking bland, and the girls I’ve been with weren’t. Those were babes. I mean, you’re complaining about not keeping Miz hard, but your problem is right in front of you. Think about it. What’s more interesting to a guy? A broad who won’t answer a simple question or a smoking hot chick who’s not afraid to act like a cumslut?”

Everything was fucking sexual to this dude, but Emi gave him some leeway since their conversation was based around her frustrations in the bedroom.

When she didn’t answer right away, Josh continued. “A whore sticks in a guy’s head for weeks. Months, even. If she’s good enough. Just thinking about the things I did to that last one.. haha. That’s enough to get me hard. But you! Fucking hell. I’m starting to think you couldn’t get me hard even if you wanted to.”

Emiru’s inner turmoil was bubbling with anger. She was frustrated with Josh’s constant teasing, with her boyfriend’s soft fucking dick and temper tandrums, with her pussy that kept gushing every time she glanced down at Josh's bulge, and most importantly, with herself.

She didn’t want to be a prude. She wasn’t a prude. Not at heart. She made fun of prudes and Karens and teacher’s pets and brown nosers all her life.

She was just trying to be loyal to her boyfriend. That didn’t make her a prude.

Did it?

“Stop fucking lying,” Emi barked back. She wasn’t going to take his bullshit. She emphasized her next sentence by directing her eyes down towards Josh's obvious bulge. “I can literally see how hard you are right now! And you've been like that for a while! Not.. not that I’ve been looking, but it’s just obvious. You're hard just from talking to me, and I’m not even trying to turn you on. I’m just sitting here!”

Josh looked down at his own groin and laughed. She thought this was him being hard.

He paused for a moment and decided his next move felt right. Enough time had been wasted.

With one swift movement, he lowered his jeans and his briefs down to his ankles, releasing his kraken of a cock.

True to his word, his dick didn't appear to be hard, but Emi’s eyes were glued to it still. The impressive girth, the way it hung low from its own weight, the fucking length.. it was hard not to stare. He was definitely a shower, and she cursed herself for egging him on so much. He called her stupid bluff. Why she thought he wouldn’t now seemed like a moronic assumption.

Even in his semi erect state, it was still the biggest dick she had ever laid eyes on.

“Uhhh,” she hesitated. She wanted to scream. Her brain was shouting at her to scream. But doing so might force Josh to conceal his massive dick and her body physically prevented that from happening. In a moment of fight or flight, she froze.

He slowly began to swing his dick side to side, and he watched as Emi’s eyes followed it ever so slightly. The moment reminded him of his second day at the streamer home in Los Angeles. He had revealed himself to the girls and watched their eyes mimic what Emiru’s were doing now.

He’d come a long way since then, but there was still plenty left to accomplish.

“Believe it or not, it gets bigger,” Josh added, knowing full well that his words might not even be heard by the stunlocked girl.

Despite the gears in her head being disrupted by fat cock, she did manage to hear him. “I believe you,” she mumbled in response. Emi could clearly tell he wasn’t at full mast. It was a big fucking dick, but there was an obvious limp to it. She could see his cock veins, but they weren’t popping out with anger.

It had the potential to be more. So much more. And that potential scared her.

“Yeah?” Josh asked.

“Yeah,” Emi cooed back. “I bet it gets so much bigger.”

“Bigger than your boyfriend’s?” Josh teased.

Emi was mesmerized by every definition of the word, but she was still herself. “Fuck.. fuck off,” she replied without looking away. Of course this egotistical prick wanted her to belittle her own boyfriend as he exposed himself to her.

Josh chuckled in response. “You know, it won’t get bigger on its own. I’m not a little boy who cums in his tighty-whities every time he sees a pair of boobs.”

Emi swallowed hard, realizing that Josh was right. He wasn’t a little boy. Not by any stretch of the imagination.

“Do you want to see how big it can get?” Josh asked her. He had to keep the momentum going.

After a brief pause, Emi nodded her head subtly.

“Then you’ll have to get it hard to find out, and honestly? I don’t think you can.”

This time, Emi didn't reply right away. She looked up at him with an adorable annoyance splattered across her face. “I'm not new to this, okay? I can fucking get you hard. And it would be so easy.”

Her sexual nature was being questioned, which wouldn’t have been a big deal if the guy questioning her wasn’t some freakishly attractive hunk. She had to stick up for herself.

“You’ve got a big ego, you know that?” Josh began to say with a laugh. “We were just talking about you not finishing your boyfriend off. If I had a girlfriend who wasn't cumming her brains out every time we fucked, my confidence would be in shambles. I wouldn’t be talking myself up like you’re doing.”

Emi furrowed her brows. “Oh my fuckkkk. I told you! I literally told you; it could just be him! With the.. you know, with the steroids stuff.”

“Prove it then,” Josh replied immediately, as if he knew what Emi would say. As if he led her to this exact point in the conversation with a fucking dog leash.

“Prove it?” she asked with a hesitant glance towards his girthy cock. She knew what he meant, but asking bought her some time to think.

“Yeah,” Josh replied as he raised one foot in the air to start removing his jeans and briefs completely. Emi watched as the stranger confidently undressed his lower half. She couldn’t believe how comfortable he was getting. It was surreal to see someone taking such liberties around her, and yet, at the same time, it was kind of nice meeting someone who didn’t care. Someone who immediately matched her antagonistic humor and her blunt mannerisms. He was so fucking straightforward, not putting a single ounce of thought into how he was perceived.

“You shouldn’t..” she began to say before shutting up. He wasn’t going to listen to her, and she wasn’t sure if she even wanted him to.

In truth, Emi envied his confidence. She couldn’t help but notice the way his dick swung as he removed his clothes. He was just undressing and still, she was drooling over him. His fucking balls swung with his movements, too. Fuck, they were big. They hung low, like two baseballs in a sack. She immediately wondered how much cum those things could store, and the probable answer was intimidating.

One thing was for sure: satisfying a man like this would leave her in ruins, and the idea left her half terrified and half enthralled.

In her distracted state, she didn’t notice the pair of pants hurling towards her. They struck her right in the face before she could even flinch, and that brought her out of her trance.

Emi quickly flung them off her head and to the side. “Asshole,” she remarked as Josh chuckled at her. "You know, you don’t have to be as big of a dick as the one between your legs, right?”

Josh gave her a confident smirk, but didn’t reply. Instead, he grabbed her by her two shins and pulled her to the edge of the bed, positioning her exactly where he wanted.

“Hey!” she blurted out at the sudden movement. She was surprised how easily he adjusted her whole body. “I’m fucking delicate, prick. You think you can do whatever you want just because your dick is big?”

“You love talking about how big I am, don’t you?” Josh teased.

“Uh, wha– no.. get over yourself,” Emi fumbled out, realizing that she had mentioned his size a little too much. “You’re just putting it right in my face.. so it’s hard not to notice.. the size, uh..”

Josh ignored her and took a seat on the edge of the bed, right next to her. He wrapped his left arm around her neck and rested it on her shoulder, with his hand grazing her boob.

Emiru could now hear her own heart beating. She was being so passive, letting Josh do and say whatever he wanted, but nothing had gone too far yet. She could’ve still claimed ignorance up to this point.

Now, though, he was touching her. And not just to shove her out of the way or hold her back from retrieving her journal. This was intimate.

Things were moving fast. Faster than her mind could process.

There was a momentary pause. Emi knew what Josh expected her to do, and he didn’t need to say anything further. They both understood what the ‘prove it’ challenge meant.

Emi looked at him in the eyes briefly and then down at his cock. She hated how much attention it demanded from her. It was harder and longer than before, but still not at full mast. She bit her lip and took a moment to appreciate its features. The bulging head that was making her mouth salivate. The impossibly thick girth that had no chance of fitting in her throat or her cunt. The way it extended halfway down his stocky thigh. It was an utter monster waiting to attack. She could see it move and twitch and grow.

“You know,” Emi began to say, “I should.. I should really just kick you out of my room. You’re a total, complete stranger, and you’re fucking naked. People get arrested for stuff like this.”

“Your eyes were begging me to take it out,” Josh retorted as he slowly circled the area where her nipples would be if she wasn’t wearing her crop top. “And I’m a sucker for begging.”

Emi shook her head without breaking eye contact with his cock. “I wasn’t begging.”

“Your eyes were.”

“Uhh,” Emi stuttered. “Well, you didn’t have to freaking listen to them. They have a mind of their own.”

“Didn’t just happen once, though. You’ve been staring at my cock all night,” Josh replied. “Just like you’re doing now.”

Emi’s mouth opened, but nothing came out. She was indeed staring at his cock, and she wasn’t hiding that fact. Even as he called her out on it, she didn’t want to look away.

The hesitancy was boring, so Josh slowly reached over and grabbed Emi’s right hand. With no resistance from the small streamer, he brought it over and rested it at the base of his cock.

Without instruction, she wrapped her delicate fingers around it, propping it up and making it appear that much more threatening. Her mouth hung open, allowing her breathy respirations to escape freely.

Emi was even more impressed now that she could feel the humongous fuck tool. The upper portion of his fat cock spilled over her edge of her hand. “I can barely even wrap my hand halfway around it. What the hell,” she mumbled as she kept a tight grip on his fat cock. She could feel it pulse in her hand.

“How does it feel?” Josh asked her.

“Uhhh, hah.. oh,” she marveled. “It feels.. big. Reallllllly big, and uh.. strong. Heavy, I mean. This thing could.. hah, it could kill someone.”

Josh leered at her smugly. He should’ve taken his cock out way sooner. “Stroke it then, slut. Make it grow.”

Emi flinched at his crude remark. “I’m not a slut,” she whispered, but still, she did as she was told. She began to move her hand up and down, slowly at first, but her movement gained speed as she became more comfortable. Josh took this opportunity to massage her left tit over her crop top. His massive hand was a good match for Emi’s large chest, so it fit perfectly in his palm. If anything, her boobs were a bit bigger than one hand could handle, but Josh certainly wasn’t complaining.

“How are you so big?” Emi pondered. She wasn’t even trying to coddle his ego; she was genuinely curious. “It’s so heavy to hold, and uh.. it keeps getting bigger..”

Josh smiled, thoroughly enjoying the touch of her small, soft hand. She had a firm hold on his cock and her strokes were long and deliberate.

“Do you like it?” he asked.

Emi finally broke her cock staring contest and looked up to meet Josh’s gaze. She hated seeing him so cocky, but she understood why he was. It was in the fucking word itself. Cocky. “You know I like it.. shut up,” she whined. It was obvious what he was doing. He was seducing her with his words, and she wanted it to stop.

Because it was working.

With a smirk, Josh replied, “Of course you do. I knew you would. Do you want to know why?”

“Uh.. no, but I’m sure you’re going to tell me anyway.”

“Because you’re a..”

“Don’t say slut, please,” Emi begged.

“I was going to say whore, but yeah, slut works too.”

“Ugh, I knew it. I’m.. I’m really not though,” Emi pouted as she watched precum ooze from Josh’s tip and lubricate his cockhead. Her tongue flicked in her mouth inadvertently, and she hated herself for it.

“You are. I pegged you for a whore the minute I met you.”

“No, you didn’t,” she replied with uncertainty. She was denying everything Josh said, despite the fact that her actions proved otherwise.

“Yes, I fucking did,” Josh reiterated, whispering into her ear as she continued jacking him off. “You are a whore, Emiru. A whoreeee. A fucking whore.”

Josh could see the impact his words had on the small streamer. Her breaths were audibly heavy, her thighs rubbed together in an attempt to control her soaking wet cunt, and her nipples were as hard as bullets. He made sure to pinch them teasingly with his thumb and forefinger, and a moan escaped from her lips.

“What would your boyfriend say if he walked in right now?” he asked her.

Emi continued pumping his massive cock, but the question hit her like a semi-truck. The combination of being degraded and being reminded of her relationship was a little too much, and she was now acutely aware of his large hand groping her tits greedily.

“He’d throw a tantrum like he always does,” Emi mumbled back. Miz was a fucking baby sometimes, but still, he was hers, and she was his. Two years of a relationship was about to be thrown away. There was still time to resist. If she stopped right now, she could salvage her innocence. She could beg Josh to keep this all to himself and no one would ever have to know.

Josh could feel her strokes lose speed. “Hey, don’t slow down now. We’re just getting started, and my dick isn’t fully hard.”

“Well, maybe you should jerk yourself off then,” she replied coldly as she looked up and away from his cock. Emi was doing her best to avoid staring at the monster dick in her hand. If she didn’t, all of her resistance might melt away.

“You know, this is the problem with you,” Josh grunted out. His cock was aching. He wanted nothing more than to force Emiru to do what he wanted. He could throw her down and stuff his cock into her stupid fucking mouth so easily. She’d probably be fine with it, too, but there was always a chance that she wouldn’t be, and he couldn’t risk that. “You’re too serious. Guys don’t want a stuck-up bitch giving them a handjob. They want a whore. One who will beg to get facefucked until she passes out, and then give permission to fuck her ass until she wakes up.”

Emi's breath became deeper as she continued pumping Josh’s thick cock. “That’s not me, though.. I’m not a whore.. and I don’t.. I don’t want to get used like that.”

“Then get used to tiny flaccid dicks. Just like your boyfriend’s,” Josh chastised her as she began to pout. “Because that’s all you’ll ever get. Big dicks like this are for good whores who do what they’re fucking told.”

Emi looked him in the eyes and pouted once more. She was sick of fighting and she was sick of soft cocks. “Tell me what to say, then. Just fucking tell me, and I’ll say it. What do stupid, ugly guys like you want to hear when they’re getting jacked off?”

Josh chuckled at her defiance, but he could basically see his verbal pressure finally push through her defenses. Had he finally broken her down?

“Tell how badly you want my cock. Tell me how much it turns you on.”

Emi swallowed hard and took a deep breath.

This was for the best. She had to learn how to satisfy a man properly, and dirty talk had a lot to do with that. Her sex life would be fucking amazing from now on and she’d begrudgingly thank Josh down the road for pushing her past her boundaries. Surely, surely.. this was necessary.

“I.. uh, I really, really, uh.. badly want your cock,” Emi murmured, stumbling over her words as she spoke. She sped up her strokes and reached over with her left hand to fondle his large balls as well. She could only handle one at a time, and a thrill washed over her as she made contact with them.

“It looks really great.. uhhh, and it’s turning me on.. a lot! It’s turning me on a lot.”

Josh had to fight back a frown from forming on his face. Despite his disappointment, he said nothing.

“I’m.. uhhh, super turned on,” Emi continued. “Yeah, for sure. And.. and, I love looking at your dick.. as I stroke it. It’s, um.. it’s big. I’m.. I’m stroking it with my right hand, and uhhh..”

“Jesus!” Josh shouted out, which startled Emi and forced her to retract her hands. “You’re not writing a fucking book report. Um, yes, my left hand is doing this and my right hand is blah blah, like what the fuck?”

Emi’s eyes widened in shock. She knew she wasn’t doing well, but still! She was jacking him off. That had to have felt good, right?

“Was that seriously you trying?” Josh asked in hopes that she was messing around.

Emi’s defiant nature quickly returned. “I fucking told you. I’m not a goddamn whore. I don’t have freaking years of experience talking like this!”

Josh looked at her and laughed. He shifted his left hand from her shoulder to the small of her back and then pushed her off the bed, forcing her to stand upright.

“You’re a fucking piece of work,” Josh belittled her as she found her footing.

Feeling dejected, Emi replied with, “And you’re a fucking piece of shit.”

“Hey, do you know how deep in some college pussy I could be in right now?” Josh asked her. “UT Austin is like five miles away. A few swipes on Tinder and I’d have a fucking threesome set up within the hour, but no. Instead, I’m here helping you.”

Emi had no rebuttal. She didn’t doubt his capabilities at all.

“That was an actual question,” Josh badgered her. “Answer it.”

Emi rolled her eyes at him. How far in some girl's pussy could he be in right now? “Balls deep,” she replied with a sigh.

“Balls deep, yes. Exactly fucking right. I could be balls deep in some freshman’s cunt right now, and she’d be thanking me for it.”

Again, Emi didn’t doubt him. Here he was getting a handjob from Emi and she was in a freaking long term relationship. Single Emi might not have put up as much of a fight.

“I was trying my fucking best, okay?” she replied in her own defense. “I want your help, dude, but I can’t be what I’m not.”

After a brief staredown, they both took heavy sighs.

She was right. She couldn’t just pretend to be a slut; she had to be transformed.

“I can make you into a whore,” Josh finally said, breaking the silence.

Emi was coming to realize that he used the words ‘whore’ and ‘slut’ pretty loosely. He clearly just meant being a good lover in bed for Miz. “A whore for my boyfriend, right?” she asked, just to be sure.

Josh shook his head though. “No, fuck that. A whore for me. I’m going to break you down and turn you into a fucking cumdump. My cumdump. I’ll train you until you’re basically a cheap prostitute, but without the pay. Maybe I’ll actually charge you to fuck me. Then, once you’ve learned your place and learned it well, Miz can have you back. It’s the only way this’ll work.”

Emi let out a chuckle that dripped with disbelief. “You’re fucking crazy,” she blurted out. “No, more than that. You’re what happens when crazy people go insane. There’s nothing in your fucking head that lets you think normally!”

“Hey, number one, that’s a good thing. I’d rather be a psycho than a fucking NPC like you, and number two, if I teach you how to please me, just imagine how happy you can make Miz. He’ll treat you like a goddamn princess after I show you how to be a proper woman.”

“Number one,” Emi replied mockingly, “your fucking mom is an NPC, and number two, he’s not going to want me back if you turn me into your own personal whore!” Emi’s responses came with her familiar roar, but she didn’t realize that her main objection was based on her boyfriend’s perspective and not her own personal opinion. “He’ll probably break up with me if he ever finds out I was even touching your dick. He would definitely consider that cheating.”

“Well, he won’t hear it from me. I like messing around with you behind his back,” Josh gloated.

Emi rolled her eyes and let a smile slip. “Oh my god. Of course you like that. You’re an animal.”

“And you’re a cunt who doesn’t know when to stop talking. We’re both flawed. Now, get on your knees.”

Emi stared at him and wished that he wasn’t such an arrogant asshole. She’d probably give in if he was even a tiny bit nicer. No, fuck that. If he even said please in his last sentence, she would’ve listened.

But he didn’t. Because he’s a prick. A prick who doesn’t deserve her. “So, okay. You’re a fucking scumbag who likes flirting with girls who are in relationships, you can’t take no for an answer, and you’re a sexist pig. Anything else I should jot down under the ‘reasons you’ll never fuck me’ column?”

As fun as their banter was, Josh could feel Emiru slipping through his fingers. He had to do something to reel her back in.

“I don’t think women should have rights,” he said plainly.

Fucking fuck. He doubled down.

“Uh, what?” Emi asked, shaking her head to try to understand what she just heard. “Women shouldn’t have rights?!”

“Yeah, well.. no,” Josh said, seemingly about to backtrack his statement. “That’s a little far, I think. I just think they shouldn’t be able to make their own decisions.”

Emi was hopeful for a second there, but that was quickly dispersed.

Josh continued. “In a perfect world, I wouldn’t have to keep arguing with you just to get some head. I’d just slap your face a few times, show you how weak you really are, force you down to your knees, and then we’d both how much of a bitch you can be with a cock slamming in and out of your throat.”

Emi felt the hairs on her arms stand up. This guy really was a fucking psycho. He was a walking red flag and everything about his dialogue was signaling Emi to run out of the room and not look back until she was safely in her boyfriend’s arms.

But her cunt was on fucking fire. The way he spoke about her like she was a slab of meat.. the way he described how he’d use her.. it was forcing her to stay still and get more answers.

“You’re talking about rape..” Emi finally replied.

“Ehh, not really. You’d enjoy it too, but it’s just a different kind of pleasure. Once I break you in, you’ll understand.”

Emi scoffed. “If you think I’ll actually let you do any of that, you should be in an insane asylum with two fucking strait jackets on.”

Josh laughed at that one. “And who’s going to put me there? Are you going to call the police on me, Emiru?”

For whatever reason, she immediately responded by shaking her head. “No! Of course not. You’re.. I don’t know. You’re kind of okay to talk to, but if you fucking try anything, yes, maybe I will call the police! So don’t even think about it.”

Josh looked at her for a bit, wondering if he should call her bluff. “You know, I could feel how hard your nipples were when I was calling you a whore,” Josh replied casually. “You liked it, and it doesn’t have to be this big deal that you’re making it out to be. Most women like being degraded. Slapped, choked, spit on, spanked, you name it. Women love that shit. They love being used.”

“I don’t,” Emi replied right away. She was losing control of the conversation fast and had to regain some authority. “And even if I did, I’d only share that with my boyfriend. Some women like that submissive stuff, sure, but it’s only with people they trust! You take it way too far when you say women shouldn’t make their own decisions with all of that stuff.”

Josh began to stroke his cock as he replied. “I think women don’t know what they want until they get it. The less respect you give them, the less opportunities they have to refuse what they really want.”

“And what’s that, Mr-All-Knowing-Big-Dicked-Psychopath? What do all women want?” Emi growled out.

“They want to be used,” Josh answered. “They don’t want a fucking career or a degree or respect. Those are just distractions. They want a big pair of balls to worship, a donkey dick to match, and that’s it. Give a girl that, and she won’t even care if she’s treated like a human. She’ll be used like a fuck slave and be thankful for it.”

Emi stood there, breathless. After a few moments, she finally responded. “And they want that more than they want rights and respect, huh?”

Josh nodded. “Now you’re getting it. If women were getting fucked properly on a daily basis, they wouldn’t get all stir crazy and get offended at everything. Like, if a secretary walks into the boss’s office to complain about being paid half of what her coworker makes, the boss should be able to fuck her throat for an hour or two until she’s completely dumb and cock drunk. He gets a free blowjob, she gets a stomach full of cum, and with any luck, he was rough enough to give her short term memory loss, so the bitch won’t even remember what the original complaint was. Everyone wins.”

Emi could feel her pussy gush again, but she wasn’t going to listen this time. He couldn’t be rewarded for being an asshole anymore.

“You’re batshit insane. The world can’t work like that, and the way you’re talking, I wouldn’t be surprised if you’ve raped women in the past, so I’m going to very politely ask you to get the fuck out of my room.”

“Awh, did the truth hit a little close to–”

“Now, Josh. I fucking mean it,” Emiru demanded. “You were fun to talk to; I can admit that, but it’s late and Miz could walk in at any moment. Get out.”

Josh could tell that she wasn’t messing around this time. He’d have to call it quits for now. There was always tomorrow, but not if he pushed his luck. More than he already had, anyway.

With two hands in the air, Josh conceded. “I tried my best, but you might be a lost cause. Let me know if you change your mind, slut.”

Emi faked a smile and rushed him out of her room after he put his pants back on.

As soon as she slammed the door shut, Emi leaned her back against it and slid to the floor. With a heavy sigh, she felt like she could breathe for the first time in the past hour. What the fuck was she doing giving Josh a handjob? Had she gone completely insane?

Her relationship aside, Mizkif was her fucking landlord. If he found out, she’d be out on her ass with nowhere to go. She’d fuck over her OTK relationships, she’d have to take a break from streaming, and all for some fuckhead with a nice dick.

It was a really nice dick, to be fair.

But that was way too close of a call. She almost gave in to him. She wanted to so badly. Her body did, anyway, but her heart said no. Or perhaps it was the heavy sexist rhetoric that really threw her off.

All she knew was that she had betrayed her boyfriend’s trust, and she was still no closer to solving her relationship issues. In fact, they were probably worse off now. Josh had filled her mind with fucking nonsense, and images of his cock kept flashing randomly in her head.

It really was a really, really nice cock.

But she resisted it. Her hand was on it, and she managed to resist. Maybe that made her relationship stronger?

Eh, that was a stretch. Copium. But still, she didn’t give in.

Emiru let out another huge sigh, and the urge to see her boyfriend suddenly washed over her. She wanted to make it up to him, even though he didn’t know anything needed to be reconciled. Other than that shit about World of Warcraft..

Emi suddenly laughed out loud. Almost deliriously so.

World of fucking Warcraft. That disagreement seemed so lame now. Being with Josh had changed her perspective in ways that she didn’t even understand yet, but they left her wildly intrigued. As sexist as he was, he kept her thoroughly entertained, and her panties were proof of that. With the intensity of her situation dying down, her soaking underwear was getting uncomfortable, and she rose to change out of them.

The first thing she noticed when she opened the top drawer of her dresser was that half of her underwear seemed to be missing. Emi was confused for a second, and then realized that Josh had been in this drawer recently. That’s how he found her journal. That motherfucking pervert.

But a smile crept onto her face nonetheless, and she was glad that Josh wasn’t there to call her out on it. It was inadvertent. Something about Josh being interested in her underwear and her personal thoughts was endearing.

She groaned to herself. It was annoying how much she let him get away with.

Looking through her remaining panties, only the hoe-ish ones remained.

That’s what Miz called them, anyway. But he did it out of spite, hoping that his words would prevent her from wearing them casually around their friends. She apparently flashed her panties one too many times, and he blew up at her about it in private. The prick.

Of course, she conceded and apologized, but it’s not like it was her fault. She was just bending over or stretching or doing regular human shit. She wasn’t trying to attract her roommates’ attention. Most of them were fat and unattractive, but that didn’t matter when it came to Mizkif’s insecurities. Logic didn’t mean much there.

Emi suddenly chuckled at the comparison. Josh had gone ahead and made sure she could only wear her hoe panties while her boyfriend tried to prevent that from happening altogether. An interesting thing to note, but she wasn’t sure what it meant.

In a moment of defiance, Emiru chose the tiniest g-string she had. Slipping off her pajamas and wet panties, she could see the sopping mess she’d left in her previous undergarments. Josh did that. Just by talking to her. Or.. talking down to her. And showing off his cock, of course. How could she have possibly been turned on by that? By his degrading, sexist dialogue? By his completely unacceptable and rude fuckboy bullshit? By his cock? His.. his massive.. terrifying.. drool-inducing behemoth of a monster cock?

Fuck. Emiru shuddered as a tingling wave of pleasure washed over her. She clutched at her own cunt and the touch made her shudder once more. Holy fuck, had the thought of his cock just given her a mini climax? That motherfucking cock sucking.. no. There was no way. That didn’t just happen.

Ugh. Josh was in her fucking head.

Shaking herself out of her thoughts, she quickly put the g-string on, which was shortly followed by her classic pair of pajamas. She tugged on the waistband strings of her g-string and made sure they could be seen.

Why? She wasn’t sure, but it felt right.

With a confident smirk, she walked out of her closet. As much as Miz irked her, she still had an incredible urge to see him. Josh was taking up way too much space in her head, and Miz would be the perfect way to put an end to that.

She popped her head out of her room to make sure Josh wasn’t lurking around the corner, and when the coast was clear, she headed out to locate her boyfriend.

Mizkif was closing the door to his streaming room just as Emi walked down the stairs.

“You done streaming?” she called out as she approached him with a smile. It was so nice seeing him again.

Miz immediately noticed the incredibly sexy and provocative way she was wearing her underwear, but he chose to ignore it since she was still probably upset about dying in World of Warcraft, and none of their roommates were around anyway. This feast was just for his eyes.

“Yeah, I just ended the stream. Fucking chat kept asking me to check on you. Can you believe it?” Miz joked.

Emi rolled her eyes. “Of course they did. Probably thought I was crying in my room or something, haha.”

“Right? I swear, all of your simps flooded into the stream and wouldn’t stop spamming. Had to ban like fifty people,” Miz replied while shaking his head. “So, uh.. are you okay?”

Emi joined him in walking towards the kitchen and was caught off guard by his question. “Uhm, yeah? Of course I’m okay. Why, uh.. why wouldn’t I be?”

She did her best to not sound suspicious as thoughts of Josh and his cock flashed in her head, but in her attempt, the opposite was accomplished.

Miz gave her a weird stare. “Because.. you died at level fifty-seven. We were so fucking close! And the raid is this weekend. You’re the only one that’s restarting this late, so.. I don’t know. Thought you’d be more bummed.”

Emi hesitated and wondered if perhaps she should appear more sad, but opted against it. “Nahhh. To be honest, I’m kinda over it. You guys will be fine without me anyway, and I’ve got other stuff on my mind.”

Fuck. That last sentence just slipped out of her mouth.

“Oh, really?” Miz asked. “What the hell else could you be focused on? We’ve been grinding WoW for almost an entire month straight. Soda just taught us how to build our classes the right way, so you’d actually be in a good spot to restart. The hell’s going on with you?”

Man, he was not going to let this go easily. And it made sense. Mizkif and Emi had spent hundreds of hours grinding the game together over the past several weeks. They were a part of a guild that was being taken pretty seriously by everyone in their friend group, so Emi’s nonchalant attitude was bizarre.

“I don’t fucking know, man,” she replied, trying her best to come up with a reason that wasn’t Josh’s cock. “I’m just burnt out, maybe. Sick of dying and restarting all the time.”

Miz shook his head again. That didn’t make sense. “But it’s easy fucking content. Do you know how many times your death is going to get clipped this time? I just rewatched it on stream, and it was fucking golden. Everyone was panicking when Wake pulled all six of those ugly-looking fuckers in the dungeon, and we were yelling at everyone to petri, but you just froze up. It was great!”

Emi rolled her eyes and grabbed some grapes from the fridge. “I know! It was fun for a while, but I’m over it, dude. I’m not restarting all the way over just to have you yell at me when I die again. That fucking sucked.”

Mizkif could tell when she was firm on one of her opinions, so he let it go. “Okay, okay. I’m sorry about that, by the way. I just wanted us to be at the raid together, so I was mad that you didn’t listen to me.”

Emi smiled over her shoulder as she washed her fruit. “It’s fine, dude. Like I said, I’m over it. Do, uh.. do you want to cuddle on the couch?”

Miz rolled his eyes and jokingly groaned, “Ugh, I guess so. If I have to!”

The two giggled as they walked over and got comfy, putting on a random movie they found on Netflix and covering themselves in a blanket. Miz put his arm around Emi and they snuggled in closely, taking turns eating from the large bowl of grapes.

Miz reached out to hold her hand and felt how cold it was. “Jesus, your hands are freezing, Emi!”

He then rubbed her left hand with both of his own to generate some heat and brought it up to his mouth to blow some warm air.

“I think Russel turned the temperature way down,” she mentioned. “He always fucking does that. How many times have I told him that I hate the cold?”

Miz laughed. “He’s got all that weight on him that keeps him warm. You’re fucking skin and bones, haha.”

Emi grinned at the size comparison as Miz blew another breath of hot air into her hand. He suddenly stopped and began smelling it.

“Your hand smells weird,” he commented, sniffing it further to try to pinpoint exactly what the smell was.

“Maybe it’s just your fucking breath, genius,” Emi quipped back as Miz kept a firm grip on her arm.

“No, it’s not that, fuckhead. It’s.. what is that?” Miz now had her hand pressed up to his nose.

Emi looked at him in confusion, but the realization hit her shortly after.

Josh’s fucking balls.

This was the hand she used to massage his massive nuts. She never bothered to wash her hands after that fucking handjob that lasted several minutes. Emi was so in her own head about the consequences of what they did that washing the evidence away never occurred to her. And now, her loving boyfriend was essentially getting secondhand tbagged.

Emiru was horrified, but she knew she had to hide her reaction. Pulling away suddenly or acting weird would just make him more suspicious. But why the fuck was he putting her hand up against his face like that? Fuck, fuck, fuck.. things were snowballing.

Miz moved her hand away briefly and squinted his eyes at her, as if he had come to a dirty conclusion. “You were fucking touching yourself, weren’t you?”

A small wave of relief washed over her. Emi bit her lip, and then smiled weakly. “Maybe, heh. I.. uh, I missed you, and you were still streaming, so.. uh, I kind of masturbated a little bit. Nothing crazy..”

Miz chuckled. “And you used your left hand? You’re right-handed, though. You must’ve gone to town, huh? Fucking double-handing it?”

Emi giggled nervously, but didn’t respond. Just as she thought she was in the clear, Miz suddenly turned towards her hand again and began dousing it with kisses, thinking his frenzy would be seen as primal and elevate the sexual mood. The two hadn’t messed around in over a week, and Miz was aching for some attention.

“Okay, okay, that’s enough, haha. You’re so gross,” she teased just as she would if her lie had been real. It was hard not to feel embarrassed for her boyfriend. He didn’t know what he was really doing, but she did, and it was humiliating.

“What? I miss you. We haven’t really, you know.. recently,” Miz whined as he let go of her hand. Emi retracted it quickly and watched as Miz popped a grape into his mouth. Only then did she realize that her right hand was used to jack Josh’s dick off, and she had been picking and choosing the best grapes this whole time, which left very few of them unscathed by her soiled touch.

But this was perfect. She could make it all up to him right now. She could give him a blowjob and fuck his brains out, and that would certainly compensate for her rendezvous with Josh and for accidentally feeding Miz cock-flavored grapes.

“Mm, I was actually just thinking the same thing!” she cooed back, planting a kiss on his cheek to express her excitement. She looked around the room before her next sentence to make sure no one else was around. “I was.. uh, super fucking wet earlier. Thinking about you, of course, obviously.” God, she was bad at lying. “And I found a good playlist that we can play while we.. uh, do it, heh.”

“Oh, really?” Miz replied in surprise. A witty remark popped in his head and he smirked. “I honestly don’t think it’ll fucking matter much, though.”

“And why is that?” Emi replied curiously as her boyfriend’s hands caressed her thigh. She wanted him so badly.

Looking her directly in the eye, he answered, “Because.. you’re going to be moaning so loud, the last thing we’ll be able to hear is your music.”

Emi’s jaw dropped in genuine surprise. It was so refreshing hearing her own boyfriend be as sexually confident as a certain someone had been all night. Even if it was misplaced.. Miz had never been able to make her moan very loudly in the past, but still. Some fake confidence never hurt anyone.

“Oh my god! Miz!” she exclaimed. “That was so good! Haha. You’re really going to give it to me, huh?”

“Damn right,” he replied as his hand reached her butt. He was as hard as a rock and couldn’t wait to tear Emi’s clothes off. He acknowledged the fact that they’d had some problems in the past, but he’d been taking pills to help boost his sexual endurance, and he was hoping they would pay off tonight.

Emi giggled in anticipation. “Are you going to stay hard for me this time or should I get that strap on that you got in your PO box?”

The question completely floored Miz, and Emi regretted her joke after seeing the reaction on his face. She was just trying to mix some humor into the sexual tension, but it did not land at all.

“Why the hell would you say that?” he asked after a brief staredown.

“I was just joking! Come on, you know I was joking,” Emi replied in somewhat of a panic. She really wasn’t trying to ruin the mood.

Miz’s hand retreated back to his own side and he loosened his embrace. “Yeah, okay, but asking if I’m going to stay hard? Like hey, I know your fucking dick never works so let me just make fun of it real quick. Ha, ha, so funny. I mean, really?”

“I think you’re exaggerating just a little fucking bit,” Emi quipped back. She was not about to let this snowball into some big argument. “My joke fucking sucked, but I didn’t mean it in a bad way, and you know that. Being a baby about it isn’t going to fix anything.”

“Oh, so I’m being a baby about it? Fuck me then. I guess making jokes about your stuff would be fine, too? Like if I made fun of your stalkers, that’d be cool? Or how scared you were before I let you live here? Or how about–”

Miz continued berating her, but Emi tuned him out. His voice became white noise as she saw her entire night going down the drain.

And it was all her fault. She was being a fucking bitch. She just couldn’t keep her mouth shut.

The couple was seconds away from tearing each other's clothes off, and she just couldn't keep her fucking mouth shut.

Josh had been right all along.

All Emi had to do was sweet talk her boyfriend. Tell him how much of a man he was. Let him take control, and they’d surely be in a world of pleasure right now.

She cursed herself. Emi had been in so many arguments in the last few hours alone, and it wasn’t improving anything. Not her relationships, not people’s perception of her, and not her mental health. She was over it.

It was time. It was time to give into the only person who could fix her.

“Emi! Emi!!” Miz shook her back to reality. “Just.. ignore everything I said, okay? I don’t want to fight anymore. Maybe we should just keep our mouths closed for the rest of the night. Then we can’t say stupid shit to each other and argue more.”

“I agree,” she replied nonchalantly.

Miz felt relieved. He thought that he might’ve fucked over his chances of being with her tonight. “Good! Thank god, haha. So, uh.. do you want to head up to your room? Or fuck it, we can go to mine, too. It is technically closer, if you can’t wait that–”

Emi picked up on what he was saying, but she was on a completely different page than he was.

“I’m not in the mood anymore,” she mumbled out as she removed the blanket and stood up.

“Emi! Just.. hold on,” Miz called out to her, but she wasn’t listening. She leaned down to grab the bowl of grapes they were sharing, and Miz grabbed the opposite end out of frustration.

Emi looked at him with empathy. She didn’t want to leave him here eating the fruit seasoned with remnants of Josh’s cock, especially while she went to do what she was about to.

“Uh, all the good ones are gone. These are all wrinkly and stuff.. I can get you some more!”

Miz looked at the bowl and disagreed. “Yeah, right! You were going to sneak them up to your room. If you’re going to keep me blue-balled, at least leave me the fucking grapes.”

Pity filled the glare that Emi shot at her loving boyfriend. She curled her lip into a half-smile and walked out of the living room, ignoring the apologies and protests that filled the air. Before turning the corner, she glanced back to see Miz spitefully tossing another one of the spherical fruits into his mouth, and she wondered how many cock-flavored grapes it would take to equal one lick of Josh’s real cock. There had to be a scientific way to answer the question somehow.

This degenerate line of thinking was the only thing her mind could focus on as she walked upstairs to the spare bedroom that was closest to her own room.

She figured Josh would want to be as close in proximity to her as possible, just in case an opportunity to fuck her arose, and she was right.

“Twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty eight..”

The muscular hunk that she had gotten a little too familiar with was doing push-ups, wearing only shorts to cover his body. Emi admired his back muscles for a brief moment as Josh finished his third set of thirty-three reps.

“Look who it is,” Josh proclaimed as he sat upright on his knees. He was huffing loudly from his exercise, but the smile on his face was louder.

Emi didn’t say anything in return. She didn’t mock his form or make fun of him for working out so late or ask when his aforementioned threesome would be taking place.

She simply walked in and bent over his bed, making sure her ass stuck out. She was presenting herself to him.

“What? Is this some kind of joke?” Josh asked as he wiped sweat from his forehead and stood up. “Or have you finally come to your senses?”

Emi looked over her shoulder while keeping her back as arched as she could. “Just.. shut the fuck up and show me how to be a whore.”

Josh laughed at her unending insubordination, brushing his hands together to remove whatever dust was leftover from his contact with the floor. Emi looked fucking good. Her arch was solid for someone who clearly didn’t get spanked as often as she should be. The outline of her ass was clear, despite her wearing loose pajamas. She wasn’t the curviest girl in the world, but she wasn’t lacking either. Her ass was fucking nice.

Josh could smell a trap, though. He was confident that Emi was here to receive what Josh had promised her, but there was a slight chance some trickery was involved, so he walked over to the bedroom door, glanced out into the hallway, and then locked it shut.

Walking back to Emi, she made no adjustments as she awaited her teachings.

“How did you know I was going to start with spanking?” Josh asked her as he sat on the bed next to her and reached out to massage her firm ass. It had more jiggle to it than he initially thought, and he had to resist biting his knuckle. This was going to be fun.

“You.. uh, you asked me if I had been spanked before,” Emi replied with hesitation. “So, I figured.. I figured that's the first thing you wanted to do.”

She was nervous and anxious, but hopeful as well. Hopeful that this would help her in the long run. She braced herself for a few harsh spankings, but she hoped Josh wouldn’t take it too far. Five at most, she thought to herself.

“And am I supposed to be spanking your pajamas, you dumb fuck?” Josh asked harshly.

Emi noticed the change in his tone. “Uh..”

“Get on your knees,” he demanded.

Emi realized that an order had come in and she was probably supposed to obey it. Without speaking, she pushed herself up and off the bed and got on her knees in front of Josh, which she found to be slightly entertaining. It was kind of fun to be bossed around and just having to listen to someone tell you what to–

THWACK

Josh delivered a heavy slap to Emi’s right cheek, which sent her crumbling to the ground in the opposite direction.

“Sit the fuck back up,” he roared at her.

Emi, however, was completely shell shocked. She reached up to hold her stinging cheek while looking back at Josh with resentment. “You fucking..” she began to say before quickly shutting up. Admittedly, she had gone into this without knowing what to expect, but this certainly wasn’t it, and Josh clearly had no intention of easing her into it.

Her brain finally made the correct choice of just going along with it and obeying. With a less enthusiastic attitude, she sat back up into her initial position.

“When I spank you, I expect a bare ass waiting for me. Not pajamas, not sweats, not even a pair of fucking panties. A bare ass, got it?”

Emi nodded fervently as her cheek reddened. Her skin was so pale that the color change was that much more apparent.

THWACK

Even though she was obeying, Josh slapped her again, which knocked her to the ground once more.

That one surprised Emi as well. She had agreed with him, so what was there to punish?

“Up,” Josh demanded.

He was so forceful. Emi could feel how powerful each of his hits were, and how they impacted her small body. She could also tell that he wasn’t putting his full force behind them. If he had, she might end up on the opposite side of the room or perhaps her head might spin so fast, her neck would snap.

As she got back to her place, Emi began to plead. “Uhm, Josh.. maybe we can.. lay down some ground rules? For this whole.. arrangement–”

THWACK

Another heavy slap. Emi tried to brace herself for it, but still, she was knocked to the ground. Josh was so fucking strong, and her cheek was blaring with pain. Emi was actually impressed by his sheer strength, and her cunt began to react to the rough treatment by tingling and moistening.

She sat back up and looked Josh in the face, saying nothing.

“What were you saying? Something about ground rules?” Josh asked her innocently, as if answering his question wouldn't be accompanied by another slap.

The dynamic was horribly off balanced. Emi was half his size, on her knees with her black hair astray, and she was flinching every other second, expecting another blow to come. And Josh liked seeing her like this. He just stared at her stoically, like a man befit for his current position.

She didn't want to be slapped again, but she wanted to get her opinion out, so she very quickly recited her whole sentence.

“Ijustthinkthatweshouldhaveasafewordorsomerulesinplacesonoonegetshurt!” she managed to get out in one smooth breath.

THWACK

Expectedly, another slap rained down on Emi’s right cheek, and she fell to the floor once more. Goosebumps covered her arms as the pain became more familiar, and she realized that she was enjoying it. No matter what she did, Josh was going to deliver his punishment. She was a toy to him.

She bounced back quicker this time and sat up to face him.

“The only one getting hurt is you, and it's a part of the training, so get used to it.”

Emi pouted, but she understood. “Do, uh.. do you want me to thank you? Each time you slap me?”

Josh instinctually raised his hand and moved to deliver another painful slap, but he stopped short of her face. Emi had her eyes closed shut, expecting the blow to land, but it never did, so she opened them cautiously.

“I'm still going to slap you because I think it's funny,” Josh began to say, “but that's actually a good question. If you appreciate my training and what I'm doing for you, absolutely you should thank me. I think a good whore would do that, and you want to be the best whore you can be, right?”

Emi nodded enthusiastically. “Okay, sir, I can do that. Uhm, thank you, thank you, thank you, and thank you! For.. for the other slaps you already–”

THWACK

Another slap landed on her right cheek, and this one really tumbled her down to the ground. “Fuck, Josh! You, ow.. you really like doing that when I'm not expecting it, huh?” she groaned as she rubbed her cheek and sat back up.

Josh looked at her expectedly, and her eyes widened. “Oh shoot! Fuck, sorry. Thank you, sir, for slapping the shit out of me. I already forgot about it! My bad.”

Josh chuckled at her. “Dumb as fucking rocks. You're lucky you're pretty, Emi.”

Realizing that the main part of her slapping punishment was over, she dared a little rebuttal. “Hey! It's hard to remember stuff when I'm getting my shit fucking rocked over and over.”

“I've met plenty of girls who don't have trouble thanking me after I slap them, and they were fucking braindead bimbos. You're stupid, and that's okay. It's actually good for what we're doing,” Josh reasoned.

Emi pouted in return. She didn't really want to be perceived as stupid, despite the fact that it would help with whatever she was doing with Josh.

“Say it,” he demanded. “Tell me what you are.”

With a heavy sigh, Emi accepted her role and replied, “I'm stupid.”

“Again.”

“I'm stupid!” Emi repeated more loudly. She was not sure how he could possibly gain satisfaction from this, but he clearly did.

“Again, damn it!”

Emi rolled her eyes. “Oh my god, I'm fucking stupid! I'm as dumb as a bag of rocks! I'm dumber than all of the braindead bimbos you've fucked, okay?! You told me something and I forgot it a second later. That’s how dumb I am. I’ve always been that dumb, and I’ll always be that dumb. Forever and ever. Happy now?”

Josh gave her a nod of approval and stood up, grabbing his phone to set up a timer. “Okay, we’re going to head over to your room, and I’ll spank your ass there, but first.. I want to choke you out a little bit.”

Emi was startled. What he said was surprising, but the way he said it so casually was just as shocking. Looking up at the large man from her position on her knees, he was fucking frightening. His muscular arms and his massive hands made the situation even worse. He could easily crush her neck if he wanted to. “Choke me? That’s a little, uh.. excessive, isn’t it?”

“Who’s training who here?” Josh replied without looking at Emi. He was still typing away at his phone, and then he added, “Okay, one minute should do it. Just do your best not to pass out, okay?”

As Josh approached her, Emi began to panic, holding her hands up to stall the burly man. She needed more time to get comfortable with the idea. It’s not that she didn’t trust him with her fucking oxygen.. oh wait, no. She didn’t trust him. She just fucking met the guy earlier that day. He was still a stranger in more ways than one. And her life was about to be in his–

With one direct swoop, Josh grabbed Emiru by the throat and raised her into the air effortlessly, only using his left hand while his right held his phone.

Emi began choking immediately. Her airway was obviously blocked, but what made the situation worse was her sheer shock of Josh’s strength. He didn’t even appear to be struggling as her whole body was hoisted into the air.

She was nothing to him.

Emi reached out and grabbed at his arm, but nothing she did disturbed him in any way. She clutched at the manly hand that was crushing her throat, but even two of her dainty paws couldn’t force him to loosen his grip. Her feet flailed in the air

What Emi hated the most, other than the fact that she couldn’t breathe, was how little her opinion mattered. She had clearly been protesting when Josh went in to grab her by the neck. He knew she wasn’t ready, but he still did it anyway! She’d probably be more okay with the situation if she had been given a bit more time. He just dropped a bombshell on her and expected her to be fine with it.

But she wasn’t fine. She was struggling for her life. How had a full minute not passed yet? It seems like hours! Her thoughts were fuzzy. She couldn’t really think straight, and her vision was getting blurry. Josh just stood there, smirking at her. He fucking liked it. He liked seeing her struggle.

Josh heard his phone buzz and glanced down to check the notification.

Another nude from Kyedae. Hah. Funny timing. Josh took a moment to open the message up and scroll through all the nudes she’d sent recently.

Josh looked up to make sure Emi couldn’t see what he was looking at, but her eyes were rolling back into her head, so there were no worries there. She was much more focused on not passing out, as she should be. Josh opened up the best nude of the bunch and zoomed in. Just then, the timer went off on his phone, but he silenced it and continued admiring Kyedae’s insane body.

Her fucking tits were so goddamn perky. Her Asian cunt was out of this world, but her face really was her best feature. Cumming all over it, spitting on her, slapping her silly.. he missed it. He missed abusing every one of her tight holes and seeing her struggle for air, just as Emi was doing now.

Oh, fuck. Emiru.

Josh looked up and saw that her face had turned from red to slightly bluish, and he immediately let go, which sent her crashing to the floor. With a small chuckle, he saw her collapse into the nearby dresser, banging her head on the way down. Her arms flailed, but there was no chance that she was coordinated enough to brace the impact in any way.

Josh kneeled down next to her as she sputtered and coughed for air. She was fine. Still conscious too. Just needed a bit of time to collect herself. Josh reached over and massaged her tits over her shirt at first, but then realized that there was no need to ease into it. He burrowed his hand underneath her crop top and her bra to grope her bare breasts, and their size was surprising, to say the least. One never knew how much a bra was helping in boosting the appearance of a breast, but in Emi’s case, they surely did not do any heavy lifting. Her tits were fucking huge and felt fantastic in Josh’s experienced hands. He tugged at her nipples as he waited for her to regain her awareness.

“Gluhh, uhh, uhhhh, uh.. oh my god,” Emi stammered as she inhaled as much oxygen as she could. “You.. you asshole..”

Josh simply smirked in response. He grew bored of how long it was taking her to recover, so he grabbed a firm hold of her hair and began dragging her out of the room.

“Ahhh! Fucking hell, Josh!” she blurted out. “Ahh, fuck, stop! I can, ahhh.. I can stand!”

But Josh didn’t want to waste any more time. He dragged the flailing girl out of the bedroom, into the hallway, and to her own room where the rest of their fun would continue. He flung the streamer forward and into the center of the carpet.

Josh looked off to his right and spotted her hamster yet again. It was looking at him curiously, clearly bothered by the sudden raucous. “You should probably look away. You won’t like what I’m about to do.”

As if heeding his warning, the hamster hurried back into its man-made burrow.

Emi massaged her scalp and fixed her hair at the same time. “Do you know how insane you are for doing that in the fucking hallway? Anyone could have spotted us! What would happen then? You don’t fucking think anything through, do you? You just do shit and hope it fucking works.”

Josh loved her feisty side. It gave him that much more fuel to punish her without feeling guilty.

“Guess I’m lucky that no one else lives on this floor, huh? I already scoped out all the rooms. You really should give me more credit, you know.”

Emi rolled her eyes and touched the back of her head. “Ah, fuck. I think.. I think I hit my head.. when you fucking let me go. You’re a fucking maniac, you know that?”

“You need a maniac,” Josh argued. “A gentleman won’t treat you the way you need to be treated. Not if you really want to be put in your place.”

“At least a gentleman wouldn’t have let my head bash against the wall!” she replied as Josh approached her, grabbing her by the hair once more and raising her to bend over the bed. “Ahhhh! Fucking asshole.”

He shook his head and ripped down her pajamas and her g-string, sliding them all the way off and tossing them in the corner of the room. “It doesn’t matter that you hit your stupid head. Actually, it’s probably a good thing that happened.”

Emi looked back at the shirtless man incredulously. “A good thing? A good thing?! You’re so fucking mean.. I asked you to turn me into a whore, not to fucking hurt me! If you don’t care about my well-being–”

“Listen,” Josh blurted out, interrupting her rant as he pinned her hands behind her back and forced her face into the bed. “I’ve done this before, okay? You are fucking stupid in every way that matters.” Emi rolled her eyes at the unnecessary jab as the first of his spanks made contact with her ass cheeks. “But you’re also fucking successful. You’re one of the biggest streamers on Twitch, you’ve got great relationships all over the industry, and you’re fucking swimming in money.”

Emi huffed into the bed as she turned to her side. She did her best to nod, confirming all of his statements. “Okay, and?”

Josh slapped her ass and watched it jiggle. Fuck, Emi was going to be such a good addition to his harem. “And you didn’t get there by being a moron. You’ve got a few bulbs up there flickering just enough to have gotten you to this point, and that.. that’s what makes you such a bitch. That’s why you’re a fucking grade-A cunt.”

He punctuated his statement with several harsh slaps, and Emi yelped at each one, but she didn’t fight back or deny his claims. She knew she was a bitch.

“So, I’ve gotta ruin that for you. I’m going to take away your independence, your confidence, your entire reason for being defiant, and I’m going to do it by dumbing you way the fuck down. Choking you until you’re blue in the face and slapping the shit out of you while your brain bounces around in that stupid fucking head.”

Every one of his sentences was accompanied by a brutal slap to her ass. Emi was juggling between bracing for the pain and trying to digest the life-changing information that Josh was providing.

“So you’re.. ahh! Fuck! That hurts.. uh, you’re going to choke me and slap me until I’m basically slow in the fucking head?”

Josh let out a hearty chuckle as he spread her ass and admired her asshole and her cunt. Her shining cunt. She was basically dripping wet, which was proof that she was enjoying the abuse. He slipped a finger into her pussy and earned a few moans from the streamer.

“No, that’s not all I’m going to do. I’m going to fuck your face against a wall, or a counter, or maybe this bedframe here, and use you like a fucking fleshlight.. as your stupid head bounces off the hard surface.. over and over and over again.”

Emi could hardly withstand the overstimulation. Her brain was trying to process Josh’s awful words and his degradation as her body was writhing in pleasure from his skilled fingers. He switched from her cunt to her ass and she had to bite her comforter just to prevent her moans from escaping and alerting the whole house to their sexual escapades. “Fuckkkkkk.. that.. that feels good.. your fingers are so big! Oh my god! Uh, uhh, uhhhh! My ass! Fuck! You’re so fucking deep..”

“Then I’m going to bury my cock in your throat, as deep as it can possibly go, and I’m going to keep it there,” Josh teased her.

“Keep it there?” Emi mumbled in response.

“That’s right. I’m going to keep it there until you go fucking cross-eyed, and I’m going to laugh in your stupid face as you pass out.”

“Oh my god,” Emi moaned at the vile idea. It was so fucking mean. It was selfish and excessive and brutal. It was.. it was fucking hot. Josh was going to use her the way he wanted to with no regard for her well-being. She wasn’t even a human to him–just a way to get off.

His fingers were pistoning in and out of her ass as he continued degrading her. Emi couldn’t tell if she was building towards an orgasm or if she was hyperventilating, and at this point, she didn’t care. Her whole body was on fire, and with her hands still being pinned behind her back, she felt powerless to stop the situation.

She probably wouldn’t even if she could. And that was for one main reason.

“Ahhhhhh! Fuuuuuuuck meeeee! Fuck, I’m.. I’m fucking cumming! I’M FUCKING CUMMING, AHHHH,” she yelled out as a mind-blowing climax overwhelmed her entire body. Her toes curled as seemingly every muscle in her body contracted. Her cunt spasmed and ejected fluid all over her Josh’s hands and the carpet. Her legs shook uncontrollably as pleasure filled every crevice of her being.

Josh brought his hand up to her mouth, and she sucked his fingers greedily, tasting her own juices as the orgasm winded down.

“Oh my god, haha,” she giggled out as she collapsed onto her side. Looking up at Josh, she saw him in a completely different light. He was a fucking stud with all the answers to her problems. His way with words, his degrading actions, the way he used her.. he was perfect.

“I’ve never, ever had an orgasm like that.. in my entire life,” she panted. “How.. how the fuck.. who the fuck..” Emi talked herself into another fit of giggles. Years worth of sexual frustration were building up into that one explosion.

“That was incredible,” she said, finally finding the strength to sit up. “Thank you, Josh. Really, really.. I needed that so badly. I didn’t even know I needed it! That’s how fucking down bad I was.”

“Glad I could be of service, but we’re just getting started,” he replied as he grabbed Emi by the hair once more and turned her body around so her head was aimed towards him and off the edge of the bed a little bit.

“Ahh, ow.. I think I’m.. ah, I’m getting used to the hair pulling, heh,” Emi commented as she watched Josh undress upside down. He only had shorts and briefs on, so it didn’t take long for his mammoth cock to come into view. Only this time.. he was hard. Talking down to her and using her like a common slut had brought him to a full erection, and her eyes widened in admiration and in terror.

“What the fuck, Josh..” she mumbled out. “There’s no way that’s real..”

Josh chuckled as he approached her and laid his balls on her face.

“Mmm!” she groaned, unsure of what to do in the situation. She’d never been in this position before, so she simply started rubbing her face into his balls, moving her head left and right to massage him with her pretty face.

“Atta girl. You’re a natural, hah. So, are you cool with everything I said?”

Emi’s anxiousness was dying down as she became more comfortable with Josh and his massive body, and her actions were reflecting that familiarity. She began planting kisses on his balls and licking them, all in an attempt to give Josh pleasure. She hoped to give him as much pleasure as he gave her, but she knew it would be a much harder feat to accomplish than it was with her. Josh was experienced, and he was used to talented whores.

“Uhm, wha– what’d you ask? Sorry, was a bit distracted with these big fucking nuts on my face, hehe,” Emi replied. Breathing him in brought on a delirious feeling. He smelled so manly. Emi had gotten small whiffs of him when she was giving him a handjob earlier, and that had struck at her curiosity and made her mouth salivate, but that was nothing compared to this.

She was basically being suffocated by his ballsack, which meant the only thing she could breathe in was his musk, and it was driving her mad with lust.

“I asked how you feel about me dumbing you down. Making you stupid.. on purpose.”

Emi giggled underneath his balls as she prepared her answer. She figured Josh might lift his sack off of her face to allow her to respond properly, but he didn’t. Because of course he didn’t. He wanted to have a conversation with her in this exact degrading position. He wanted her opinion, but only if her voice was muffled by his hulking nuts. Emi couldn’t believe she was letting him do this to her,, but her pussy more than agreed with it.

“I, uh.. I think it is a little extreme.. if I’m being honest,” she began to reply. “And I don’t know if this calls for you to slap my face a few more times, but isn’t doing all that.. choking me, not letting me breathe, that stuff.. won’t it really fuck me over? Like, permanently? If we do it too often, of course. I don’t, uh.. I don’t really mind that we already did it once. It was kind of fun.. being used like that, but if we do it again and again?”

“And again and again and again,” Josh reiterated. “I’m going to abuse you every fucking day from now on.”

“Oh..” Emi muffled out. It was difficult to take the topic too seriously. She was still coming off the high of her orgasm and was just now discovering how much she loved worshiping a man’s balls. Josh’s balls, to be specific. “And.. uh, you don’t think.. that’ll be bad for me? Permanently bad?!”

He loved the sensation of her breath on his balls. He squatted down a little just to rub his sack further on her face, burying her adorable features even more. “Yeah, I mean.. I guess it’d be permanent. Can’t really reverse stuff with the brain, but it’s necessary for your training. I think we’ve reached that point.”

Emi began to respond, but they were just mumbles, so she waited until Josh finished suffocating her with his nuts. Eventually he let up and allowed her to respond.

“You do? Even though we haven’t really tried other things? Like, I could just pretend to be a dumb whore. And I bet I would be really good at it! I just need some time to practice,” Emi argued as she lapped away at Josh’s balls. She wanted to be a good whore for Josh and eventually, for her boyfriend, but she didn’t want to lose her intelligence in the process.

Josh did, though. Josh wanted a thoroughly mindfucked girl to add to his collection. He wanted control over her, and Emi’s incessant defiance wouldn’t allow it. Not without changes. Irreversible changes.

“We could explore other options, Emi,” he began to say, “but I won’t be in Austin for very long. And just from our conversations today, I can tell that it won’t work any other way. You’re too big of a bitch for other methods. Not just on a surface level either. You’re a fucking cunt through and through.”

Josh lifted his sack and slapped the poor girl three times in quick succession. She took it well and stuck her tongue out to accept his balls back on her face. Josh grabbed her head from below and held her face deep into his sack, grinding his taint against her cute nose, lips, and eyes.

“Mmmphhf!” she muffled out until Josh let her breathe. “So, uh.. you mostly want to do it because.. you won’t be here long? My whole fucking life and personality is being decided on by your stupid trip plans?! I know I’m a bitch, dude, but.. uh, I just.. I think we should discuss it.. more.”

Josh smirked. It was fucked up to hear out loud, but she was essentially correct. Well, no. She was exactly correct, and Josh wanted her to accept his terms just as she had described them.

He pulled back and started hitting her face with his massive cock. He slapped it across her forehead and then her right cheek. He grinded it against her nose and then held it over her eyes like a blindfold. Emi took it all like a champ, and she even giggled as well. The conversation was a serious one, but his cock was just too big. It forced her attention away. Had it been a regular sized penis, she might’ve not allowed him to defile her in such a way.

“You’re seeing it all wrong,” Josh began to explain.

“I can’t see anything with your fat cock on my eyes, hehe,” Emi giggled in response. Josh laughed as well and took his cock off to swat at her cheeks some more. Emi had her tongue out and Josh rubbed his large cockhead against it, closing his eyes to relish the great sensation.

“How, uhm.. how am I seeing it wrong, sir?” she mumbled. “I’d love to be wrong about this.. somehow.”

“Well,” Josh began to say as he began to push his cock into her open mouth, stretching her lips obscenely, “you’re seeing it as if you were a regular person with regular goals and ambitions or whatever, right? And I don’t see it that way. I don’t see you that way. I really don’t give a fuck about you, Emi. I’m trying to turn you into the dumbest fucking cockslut possible, and I don’t care about the consequences.”

“Mmphhfff!” Emi blurbed back as Josh steadily jabbed more and more of his anaconda cock down her throat. Even getting his head in was a tough task, but he found a good angle and thrust his hips forward, pushing past the back of her tongue and into the deeper recesses of her throat.

“Fuck, you’ve got one tight throat, bitch,” Josh remarked, feeling the immense pressure of her pharyngeal walls around his thick cock. “Going to have to stretch you out real good. Brace yourself, whore.”

Josh felt that he had been too careful with her up to that point, despite Emi’s opinion being the exact opposite, so he began putting more force behind his heavy thrusts. Each one caused his massive nuts to swing back and forth, which was constantly hitting Emi’s forehead and her eyes. All she could see was two gigantic balls swaying back and forth like testicular pendulums. If asked later, she would’ve admitted that the sight was rather mesmerizing.

Josh had both of her hands pinned down so she wouldn’t try to resist, but her boobs looked way too appealing to just be sitting there. She was so weak that her hands wouldn’t be able to do anything anyway, Josh reasoned, so he let those go and pulled her shirt and her bra down to expose her fleshy tits. They were so fucking pretty that they forced Josh to pause his throatfucking so that he could admire them.

But only momentarily. They looked even better when they jiggled back and forth, and the harder his cock jabs were, the more her tits shook, so he stopped holding back and really let her throat have it.

GLUCK GLUCK GLUCK GLUCK

The only sound that was heard for the next two minutes was the fleshy stabbing from Josh’s cocksword. Spit began to pool down towards her face, making a mess of her makeup and her hair.

“Finally, some peace and quiet,” Josh grunted out as he continued fucking Emi’s poor face. “Blowjobs really are the best creation of mankind. It feels fucking incredible, you get to use a stupid girl to your heart’s content, and she can’t fucking yap while you do it. Haha!”

Emi was struggling to maintain her composure as her oxygen tank quickly depleted, but Josh’s nonstop invasion of her tight throat made it impossible to focus on breathing. She was being throatfucked into pure submission.

GLUCK GLUCK GLUCK GLUCK

And to top it off, Josh was talking her down the whole time. He was treating her exactly like a fucking fleshlight that had no feelings, no thoughts, and no need to breathe or take a break or do anything a human needs to do.

It was humiliating.

“I wonder why the fuck women let guys do this,” Josh pondered. “We’re supposed to be equals, but you let me use your mouth as if it was a cunt? As if you didn’t have to use it to breathe? Haha, so fucking dumb.”

Emi wanted to reply. She wanted to speak up, but it was impossible. Her hands pulled at his body and his arms, but he was so strong.. so sturdy. He was immovable.

“So fucking good!” Josh yelled out as he humped her face with no remorse. “So fucking good. God, it’s been almost a full day since I’ve had a throat to fuck! Haha. Feels fucking incredible, huh, Emi? Doesn’t it feel good?” He reached down to slap her face, just to make sure she knew her place. “I love the way your throat bulges out like this,” he commented, noticing the outline of his own cock as it rammed in and out of her esophagus.

“Holy fuck,” he exclaimed. “I’ve never seen it pop out like this before. You really do have a tiny throat, huh? I can feel you constricting around my cock. Does that hurt? Huh? No response? Hah, I’ll take that as a no, then.”

GLUCK GLUCK GLUCK GLUCK

Josh jammed his fuckstick as deep as it would go and let it sit there while he massaged the outline of his throat-covered dick, causing Emi to panic and flail her arms, to no avail of course.

He could feel the massage through her skin, and it was a wild sensation. Josh had a cruel thought and suddenly used both hands to grip Emi’s throat as if he was choking her, but it was just to create a tighter flesh tunnel for his cock.

His enthusiastic thrusts doubled in effort at the new discovery. It felt too fucking good not to take advantage of.

GLUCK GLUCK GLUCK GLUCK

“Fuck, I'm sorry, Emi. I know you haven't had fresh air in a while, but this is too fucking good to resist,” he tried to reason with her. “I know it'd only take a second to let you breathe, but I don't fucking want to. One second of skull fucking you is more important than letting you breathe. Fuck! I don't give a fuck about you, but I already told you that, and you still let me in your throat, haha. You dumb fucking bitch. You did this to yourself. Blame yourself, you stupid.. fucking.. whore!”

Josh punctuated each of his last words with a massive plunge into Emiru’s throat cunt. He was pumping away as if he was possessed, and poor Emi could only attempt to survive the brutality.

“Gluhhhh! Glllghhhhhhrrrrggg,” she sputtered out around Josh's soda can sized cock, spewing spit and saliva all over the place. Her hands had been doing all they could to push Josh’s tremendous weight away from her, but they only served to egg Josh on more. He liked seeing her struggle after all, and her weak arms proved to him that nothing she did would bail her out of the brutal facefucking session.

“You know,” Josh began to say as he reached down to slap her face a few times, “I just remembered that this is my first time fucking your throat, and I didn't ease you into it at all. I usually try to let my sluts get comfortable with my size, but I just fucking went to town on you. Haha, my bad, Emiru.”

She seemed to hear what he was saying, and she murmured out an incoherent jumble of sounds in response.

“Now, does that mean I'm going to give you a break?” Josh asked rhetorically as he pumped in and out of her face slowly, but forcefully. “No, no, it doesn't, but hey, it's the thought that counts, right? Haha.”

A few more garbled sputters came from Emi’s mouth.

“C’mon, Emi! Use your words! Surely I haven’t fucked your brain over enough to prevent that, right? We’ll get there eventually, but not yet, right? Haha,” Josh teased.

That jest seemed to finally extinguish all hope Emi had to stay conscious, and her body began to give out. Josh first noticed that her arms went limp, but he wasn't paying much attention to them anyway so that might've happened a while ago.

His balls were currently covering her face, so it wasn't like he could check her eyes without withdrawing his cock, and he certainly wasn't about to do that.

“Fuck, don't give out on me now, Emi. I'm so fucking close to cumming. Don’t blue ball me, fucking bitch.”

He lifted one of Emi's arms and let it go, proving that it had in fact gone limp. He then slapped her tits in anger.

“Fucking useless whore. Can't take even five minutes of throat fucking,” Josh badgered her even though she wasn't awake to hear it.

He had a choice to make. He could slip out and let her breathe and blah blah blah..

Or he could continue pumping away. Get really fucking brutal with it and reach his own explosive orgasm. It’d only take another minute max. Emi was tough; she could hold out until then.

And then he'd have to decide whether or not he wanted to cum inside of the poor girl’s throat, but that was a bridge he'd cross when he got to it.

Right now, his balls were aching and there was really only one thing a man like him would choose to do.

“About to show you just how much I respect you, Emi,” he announced. Josh corrected his position for prime facefucking and then immediately began jackhammering away at Emiru’s unconscious face. He felt guilty, yes, but that was quickly washed away with the unmatched feeling of her deliciously tight throat. There really wasn't anything like it in the world. A virgin cunt, maybe. But that was it.

Josh was in heaven, but he knew he couldn't savor it. Every one of his thrusts brought the full weight of his muscular pelvis forward and into Emi’s pretty face. Josh could see his balls swing and pummel into her forehead, eyes, and nose, and he hoped that she wouldn't have a black eye in the morning.

But he couldn't think about any of that for long. He had to focus on his own pleasure, and he was doing it for Emi's sake, really. The longer he lasted, the more time he'd be forced to spend in her throat. He had to be selfish and finish quickly. That would be the best way to help Emiru in that moment.

Watching her small body being shunted to and fro, seeing her tits jiggle uncontrollably, witnessing exactly how deep his gargantuan cock was impaling her esophagus by the visible outline, and remembering that it was, in fact, the massive streaming star Emiru that he was abusing, it was all just too much.

Josh felt his balls contract and he did not hold back. His gigantic balls begin spewing out ridiculous amounts of bubbling hot cum inside of her throat. Some went directly into her stomach, but she wasn't awake to swallow the rest, and that caused problems. Semen flew out of her nose, the sides of her mouth, and her body began flinching with every spurt of cum Josh's cock shot out.

He was worried about her, but his orgasm took precedence, so he stayed buried in her gullet until six or seven more giant blasts of cum filled her already flooded throat.

After half of his load was spent, he finally, finally withdrew his cock from her mouth and dragged her to the ground by her hair, which she most certainly would’ve protested Josh then kneeled down and jerked himself off until his remaining nut was emptied all over her still unconscious face. Emi was already in ruins, with runny makeup and several coats of saliva and spit covering her entire face. A few layers of cum surely wouldn't hurt.

Josh took pleasure in making sure each rope of cum covered a different area. Her cute nose, her full lips, her eyelids, her memed forehead, her cheeks, and her messy bangs. He aimed one towards her ear and laughed as the remaining blasts simply landed on top of other areas he'd already covered.

There was nothing better than laughing victoriously as a monster orgasm died down.

When Josh was spent, he milked out one more drop of semen, suspended on the edge of his cock. He then reached down to separate Emi’s left eyelids and expose her eye. Leaning his pelvis forward, he applied the final drop of his cum directly onto her eyeball by making contact with the tip of his cock.

A cock-eyed kiss.

He was still reeling from his climax and his balance was a little off, so he jammed her eye a little harder than he should’ve, but Emi definitely had bigger issues to complain about whenever she came to, so Josh wasn’t worried.

He couldn't help but let out a hearty chuckle as he admired the defiled streamer. She was almost unrecognizable. Well, she was unrecognizable. There was no way someone could identify her with that heavy of a facial. Maybe by her hair, but that was it.

Standing up to look for his phone, he had to walk back to his spare bedroom to retrieve it, but he managed to snap some very illicit photos of her and laughed as he did so. Josh had been hoping that Miz wouldn’t walk in and spoil his fun this whole time, but now that his balls were empty, he kind of hoped that Emi’s boyfriend would stumble upon this scene, just to see the absurd look on his face.

Though, it was best for everyone that his sinister thought didn’t come to fruition. It would ruin his other sinister thoughts from coming to fruition, and he had several.

As Josh thought about what to do next, he greedily massaged Emiru’s bare tits. Her nipples really were picture perfect. Her areolas weren’t too big or too small, and her nipples were fucking adorable. Just the right length, whatever that meant.

Josh had a sudden urge to piss, which immediately determined what his next steps would be. He slapped her tits a few times to see how easily she would wake up, and after no movement, he panicked slightly. What if she didn’t wake up at all? Ever?

He dove his head towards her chest and listened for a heartbeat.

bum-bum, bum-bum

Josh sighed in relief and slapped her tits a few more times for scaring him, as if it was her fault. Was it possible that he could’ve killed her? Ehh, yeah. Probably. But Josh was calculated. He did things specifically as long as they needed to happen. He wasn’t messy. He planned things ahead of time. He was coordinated, deliberate, and.. and..

Lucky as fuck. Josh was lucky more than anything else, actually, and that was fine by him. He’d use his luck until it ran out like any proper stuntman or daredevil would. It was the only way to live.

One more chuckle and he went to work. Emi wasn’t about to get pissed on without some effort on his part, so he quickly scanned the hallway to ensure the coast was clear and then, with a firm grip of her hair, dragged her out of the room and into the adjacent bathroom.

Sped-up footage of a camera in that hallway would’ve surely captured quite a funny scooby-doo back and forth.

Josh tossed the unconscious Emiru into the tub and aimed his godly cock directly at her face. Golden piss flowed out a moment later and washed away some of the abstract art he’d painted all over her facial canvas. It was a bittersweet feeling, seeing his semen washed away, but it was worth it.

Pissing on a girl’s face was one of life’s great feats. It was a final mark of conquest. The ultimate degradation. Regardless of what the following day brought forth, he’d always have this moment. This image in his head.

And a few more images saved on his phone, for good measure.

Josh aimed his stream at her eyes and her lips, trying to see if he could make them part. He doused her hair, her bunched up crop top, and then aimed his vile liquid at her tits, using her nipples as a bullseye. It splattered off in several directions and made a thorough mess of the famous streamer.

Josh didn’t know why using women was so fucking fun. It simply was, and that was the only rationale he needed to continue doing what he did.

With a final shake, his cock was spent once more, and he made his way back to Emi’s room. Realizing that someone might walk in to use the bathroom, Josh locked it from inside and closed it shut.

He made a victory walk back to Emi’s room and was interrupted by squeaking just as he entered. It was the fucking hamster again.

Josh gave the little dude a smug half-grin. “I’m sorry to say; you chose the wrong side, buddy. I just don’t lose.”

The hamster squeaked back at him. “Hey, hey,” Josh defended himself. “No need for that kind of language. She wanted me to do all of that to her, okay?”

A few more mousey chatters came in reply, which clearly opposed his assumption. “Yes, yes, she was unconscious, but that doesn’t mean anything. You’re not a womanizer, so you can’t read women like I can, but trust me, she wanted it. Listen.. stick with me, and I might teach you a thing or two. Get you some hamster chicks so you’re not focused on me all the time, yeah?”

Another few squeaks were returned and Josh fist bumped his cage. “Right on, man. I’ll catch you tomorrow, all right? Try to get some sleep. Oh, wait.. fuck. Did that whore not feed you?”

Josh quickly checked his bowl and saw that it was empty. With a shake of his head, he scooped in some of the nearby seeds clearly labeled as his food and made sure his water bottle was filled. “I got you, little dude. You need anything else, you just let me know.”

He finally crawled into Emi’s bed and fell asleep shortly after. The day had been nothing short of exhausting.

Josh tossed and turned in the night. Sweaty, dehydrated, and more vivid dreams.

The dark atmosphere of a movie theater appeared around him. He was standing in the aisle of the back row, which had always been his favorite place to sit. It usually gave him the best chance of getting lucky with whatever chick accompanied him, though, the size of his cock never made those antics easy. It was hard to hide such a large member when the theater was even somewhat packed. It was harder yet to get a quality blowjob without alerting the people around them–one of the only drawbacks to his large size.

That never stopped him from participating in the public mischief, of course, and Josh smiled at all of the close calls that flashed through his mind.

Josh figured that, given the familiarity and good memories of his surroundings, it was going to be a good dream. Finally, a good fucking dream.

But there wasn’t a pretty girl by his side. He couldn’t even sit down or enjoy the movie. The screen was bright, but unrecognizable.

He heard a giggle down the aisle, and he had no choice but to approach the sounds.

It was Valkyrae. Again. Clear as day, Rae was there, giggling and smiling and sharing popcorn.. sharing. There was someone next to her, but the image was blurred. He could only see the outline of what was clearly a man, and his hands immediately balled into heavy fists. Jealousy and anger filled his being as he walked towards the pair, but a wall blocked his progress. He stumbled and tried to go around it, but there was no use.

Josh called out to Rae, who ignored him completely. It was as if his attempts to communicate with her were completely blocked.

He bashed on the invisible wall over and over as his frustration mounted. The wall seemed to be crumpling as he pounded on it one final time. It came crashing down and the dream went dark.

Josh woke up in a panic. He was back in Emi’s room. The sun was shining through the window, and all was calm.

He breathed a heavy sigh of relief. Fuck those stupid reoccurring dreams. He had to decipher them. Or find someone who could.. before it was too late.

The slight sounds of slurping and faint moans could be heard as well, and Josh realized his balls were being tended to. He threw the comforter off his body and revealed an adorable Emiru greedily rubbing her face into his nuts. She had been going at it for some time by the looks of it, but she wasn’t doing it to please Josh. Her eyes were fluttering, and her mouth was emitting moans derived from pleasure.

“Emi!” Josh remarked. “How long have you been down there?”

He didn’t want to stop her. Her face felt fantastic on his ballsack, and as always, he had awoken with an erection, which was laying to the side and against her cheek. His dream, however, had left him bothered, and he needed to talk to someone, anyone, to gain control and awareness about his surroundings.

Only after hearing his voice did Emiru look up and realize that she’d be caught. Josh’s balls had one hundred percent of her attention, even after the blanket had been removed. Her eyes briskly lost their lustful haze, and her face turned over completely.

She sat up in renewed discontempt and fresh embarrassment. “You weren’t supposed to.. see that,” she replied sternly, wiping her mouth of residual saliva. Regaining her senses and realizing that she was supposed to be upset, she barrel rolled off to her left, over Josh’s leg, and stood up to fix her messy hair.

“You don’t have to stop,” Josh called out, regretting his vocal interruption. The streamer had returned to her former beauty, clearly having spent a portion of the morning showering, doing her hair, and applying her makeup. “I didn’t mean to disrupt your fun.”

Emi rolled her eyes. “I didn’t mean to be.. down there, asshole, and you definitely don’t deserve it. I came in here to yell at you, and your balls– uh.. they were just there, and you were sleeping. I got carried away, okay?”

“Uh huh, and what would Miz think about that explanation?”

Emi’s eyes widened, but her shock rapidly turned into animosity. She raised her fist in the air and cocked it back. “It doesn’t matter because he’ll never find out about it, right?”

“Whoa, whoa, okay. Don’t worry. I won’t tell your little boyfriend about your addiction.”

“It’s not a fucking.. ugh. It’s not an addiction. I just.. it wasn’t even me! My body just moved on its own. I don’t even remember deciding to..”

Josh loved seeing her get all worked up. “You don’t have to explain yourself. You’re not the first girl who couldn’t resist having my sack on her face while I was asleep,” he replied as the sight of Emi’s fantastic boobs, her unblemished pale skin, and her well-known, expressive face rapidly sent blood pumping into his already engorged cock. She was wearing another crop top, leaving her midriff exposed, and a pair of tiny athletic shorts.

Shorts. Not pajamas or sweatpants or some other loose-fitting garment. They showed off all of her legs and just from the front view, Josh could tell they were riding up her ass. Had she worn them for him? Or had her decision to wear them been influenced by his brainwashing? Either way, she looked fucking great. It was hard to not ravage her right then and there.

“Yeah, right,” Emi scoffed in disbelief. She actually didn’t doubt his statement, but she wasn’t about to agree and feed his ego further. “I’m pretty sure I’m the only girl who’s ever stood within five feet of you and not vomited all over the place.”

“Cut the bitchy attitude and come back over here,” Josh commanded, lifting his groin with his left hand and waving her over with his right. “Where you belong.”

Emi’s nose bunched up in anger as she remembered everything that happened the night prior. “No! We are done, okay? We’re not doing any of this anymore. You fucking.. you peed on me! I woke up, locked in the bathroom, reeking of fucking piss and my eye stung and my freaking butt has bruises on it and.. and my head hurts! I have a headache, asshole! And.. and I had fucking cum in my nose. You were so rough with me last night.. fucking prick. I should never have let you do any of that.”

Josh shook his head in confusion. “You’re really surprised? I knew you were an airhead, but come on. When did you get the idea that I was going to be gentle? Fuck, some women I know that would love to wake up the way you did. Used and thrown away. Pissed on like fucking trash in an back alley. You know you liked it; stop being a cunt.”

“Ughhh,” Emi groaned. He was a fucking pig. How could she possibly have enjoyed waking up like that?! She had to scrub cum out of her ear! Her hair was soaked in pee! It was as if she woke up after a gangbang, but it wasn’t a gangbang. It was just Josh. One man did all of that to her. One man.. “I didn’t think you were going to be gentle! I didn’t.. I didn’t want you to be gentle, but you still need to fucking remember that I’m a living, breathing person! I mean, for fuck’s sake. I’m small! I’m nowhere near as strong as you are, idiot. Look at me! Look at my arms! They’re closer in size to your dick than your giant, stupid biceps. You have to use some restraint!”

Josh laughed in amusement before responding. “That’s the hottest part, though! You’re so weak that I can do anything I want to you, and you can’t do jack shit to stop me.”

Again, Emi rolled her eyes. “You’re talking about rape again.”

Josh nodded, unbothered by her accusation. “Raping your stupid throat was the most fun I’ve had since I got here, and we spent hours talking yesterday. What does that tell you?”

Emi’s generous chest was visibly expanding and decompressing as her anger mounted, but she didn’t answer.

“Useless piece of fuckmeat, what does it tell you?” Josh repeated, mostly just to insult her again. His words were visibly impacting the streamer, and he was more than happy to continue teasing her. She was at a point where she would either regress fully back to her old self or submit to her new role, and being apprehensive here wasn’t going to move that needle in the right direction.

“Since you’re too stupid to figure it out, I’ll just tell you,” Josh barked at her, sitting up to position himself on the side of the bed with his cock hanging down. “It means that the most interesting thing about you–the best thing you have to offer–is your holes.”

Emi took a step back as Josh stood up, but he swiftly caught her by the arm and pulled her close, pushing down on her shoulders to force her onto her knees. She only put up a small struggle.

“Your throat is one of the only reasons I’m even talking to you. That’s all you are. A walking, talking, warm throat,” Josh continued, grabbing ahold of his cock and slapping her face with it. “That’s the only value you bring to the table. If you didn’t have that, you’d be fucking useless.”

Emi looked up at the man towering over her. He overshadowed her even when she was standing, but now that she was on her knees, his presence was ominous. She had no chance against him in any physical challenge. He was dominating her mentally, too. Still, the small amount of dignity left in her demanded to be heard. “That’s not fucking true. I’m more than just holes to fuck, and if you don’t see that, it’s your loss.”

Josh loved that she was still being defiant. He slapped her cheek with his hand, proving that he could really do anything he wanted to her. He then resumed slapping her face with his hefty cock. “Why don’t you stop me then? Why are you letting me do this to you?”

Emi growled, flinching every time Josh’s cock came in contact with her adorable face. He kept trying to poke her eye, but she was quick and managed to shut her eyelids before he could. Fucking prick. “I’m not letting you do anything! You’re just doing it! You’re not asking if it’s okay or even warning me, you’re just.. you’re doing.. it! You’re doing.. whatever the fuck you want.. to me..” Emi’s voice became breathy as her own words began to affect her.

“And look where your hands are,” Josh noted, which prompted Emi to move them from her sides to her lap in a nervous fashion. She didn’t want to look down at them as he mentioned. It would disrupt what Josh was doing to her face, which would certainly cause him to slap her butt or perhaps her face until she was unconscious. Something over the top. “They were right at your side. Now they’re in your lap. You’re letting me do this. You’re not even resisting.”

“I couldn’t resist even if I tried! We’ve been over this. You’re too strong,” Emi whined.

Josh groaned in pleasure at her admission. “Say that again.”

Emi squinted her eyes in annoyance. “Say it.. uh, you’re too strong? You can literally do anything to me and I wouldn’t be able to fight back?” Emi repeated and then rolled her eyes, realizing that the brawny man just wanted to hear how powerless she was against him. “You’re a fucking idiot.”

“Haha, I’m the idiot?” Josh laughed out as he rested his dick on her face, blocking out most of her right cheek and one of her eyes. “You should see how stupid you look with my dick on your face.”

Emi bit her tongue. Not much she could retort with there, but of course, she had to say something.

“Better your dick than your big ugly balls,” she replied, instantly regretting her choice of words.

Josh predictably took the comment as a challenge, and then lifted his sack and lowered Emi’s head to engulf her face with the exact balls she just insulted. He smothered his nuts around every feature of her face, leaving no inch untouched. He then grabbed her by the hair and forced her face side to side, suffocating the poor streamer further. Degrading such a beautiful girl like this was dangerously empowering for a man as egotistical as Josh.

“What did you say about my balls, slut?”

“Uh shheddd, yuhhmmphf mmmphhh bffffsss!” she mumbled out incoherently.

Josh laughed. “Ah, yes, haha. The ancient language of the whore. You’re already fucking fluent in it. Surprise, surprise.”

“Mphhff, ffmghhh uhhhmpph!” Emi muttered once more, quickly stopping after realizing she was just playing into his joke even more. Everything she did was mocked by the fucking big-dicked asshole. She was almost impressed with how annoying he could be.

After thirty seconds, she gave up on her attempts to pull back and just gave in. She let Josh defile her face with his massive balls, breathing in his scent and rubbing her thighs together to try to satiate her throbbing cunt.

Her backstabbing, double-crossing, slutty cunt.

Fuck. Emi was turned on. Somehow, some way, Josh’s aggressive nature, his humiliating remarks, and his very large balls were all driving her crazy. His musk was helping, too. She couldn’t fucking think clearly.

It wasn't exactly a new experience, either. She had spent an hour doing the same thing earlier that morning.. with the same results. Emi had furiously walked into her room after having scrubbed off every trace of Josh’s bodily fluids from her body and found the asshole sleeping. The comforter was slightly astray, revealing the tip of his dick. She smiled and removed the blanket ever so carefully, hoping to catch him in an embarrassingly small, shrunken state, but that was not the case.

Emi swore to herself after shaking off the initial slaw-jawed gasp. As big and as thick as ever, his cock laid there, waiting to be worshiped. She still couldn’t believe that anaconda had been in her throat. The tight grip on his dick must’ve been insane, which is why he probably let loose and stopped caring about how she was doing or if she could breathe. It must’ve felt amazing. He just cared about his own sexual satisfaction, and her tiny throat undoubtedly provided that in droves.

Just then, Josh lifted his balls off of her face and slapped her harshly with an open palm, which she was getting more and more used to. “You like being treated like this, don’t you, whore?”

He actually wanted her opinion. An improvement. Kind of sweet, in his own, misogynistic way. Still coming off the degrading high she was in, Emi replied, “Uh, it actually.. wasn’t awful. Ehm, I mean.. no. No! It was fucking awful. You’re a fucker. Stop trying to smother me with your stupid balls. Or with your dumb cock! Or at all! You keep fucking taking my air away from me, and I’m sick of it! We never agreed to that.”

“Sure we did,” Josh began to say as he pried Emi’s mouth open with his left thumb and tbagged her, dipping his sack in and out of her warm receptacle. “I told you I was going to try to choke you as much as possible, remember?”

“Mmphf, yeah, but..”

“You pretending wasn’t enough. Gotta make you stupid for real.”

“Uh, yeah.. I remember you.. saying that..”

“Gotta do anything I can to make sure this dumb brain,” Josh began to say as he knocked on her head, “doesn’t get the oxygen it needs.”

“Ugh, fucking.. Josh..”

It was hard for her to reply with Josh dipping his massive nuts in her mouth, which was putting it mildly. He was forcing them in, one at a time.

“Make you stupid. Stupider than you are now, that is.”

Emi groaned in anger, biting Josh’s thumb lightly and forcing his hand to retreat. “Yeah, you said that, you said all of that, but I didn’t fucking agree! Remember? You just stuffed your dick inside of my mouth and you never took it out. You never let me respond. I was thinking about everything and then I blacked out! Next thing I know, I’m waking up in the fucking bathtub.”

“Covered in piss and cum,” Josh added arrogantly.

An evil stare followed his response. “Yes,” Emi grumbled, “covered in your stupid piss and cum.”

Josh laughed out, shaking his hand to brush off the slight pain from her adorable bite. “Haha, what? Did you think that was all up for debate? It wasn’t a fucking discussion, you dumb bimbo. I wasn’t asking you for permission. I was telling you what my plans were, which means your input wasn’t needed. Or wanted, for that matter. Life will be easier for you if you keep your mouth shut and your tits out.”

Emi furrowed her brows and frowned at him to show her disapproval.

“You’re really not getting this, are you?” Josh asked, bringing a hand down to her cheek to deliver a few soft slaps to her face. They weren’t harsh enough to disrupt the conversation, but they did make her flinch. Her face was so fucking cute that Josh couldn’t resist messing with it constantly. Slapping it, pinching her cheeks, poking her eyes with his cock.. seeing her react with mild annoyance was way hotter than it had any right to be.

“I don’t know how much simpler I can make this. Your input doesn’t matter. Your opinions don't matter. Your thoughts don’t matter. Your boundaries or your pain or your discomfort.. say it with me,” Josh prompted.

Rolling her eyes, Emi decided to humor him. “.. don’t matter.”

“Don’t matter,” Josh said in unison. “That’s right. Exactly. See, I knew you could do it.”

Silence fell upon the pair.

Emi hated his fucking guts. She hated how condescending he was. She hated the way he spoke to her, the way he used her without a care in the world, and the way he assumed she’d just go along with everything.

But so far, she had. She had gone along with everything, and there hadn’t really been any consequences for him, other than some bitchy insolence, which he surely found more annoying than anything else.

That insolence is what Josh was trying to destroy. It's why she sought him out again the night prior. She knew she was insolent. She knew she was a bitch. Perhaps, she thought, giving in would be the right thing to do..

Emi finally replied, “So.. what, you’re just going to have full control over me? I have no say in anything that happens? How the fuck is that fair?”

“It’s not supposed to be fair,” Josh responded. “It’s actually very specifically supposed to be unfair. You’ve been an entitled cunt all of your life, and that’s given you an extremely bitchy perspective on things. I’m here to fix that. I’m here to debitchify you.”

Ugh. The prick was coming up with his own words now, too. Emi’s brain rolled its eyes at that one.

“Okay.. so, if nothing I say matters,” Emi started to conclude, “then why are we still talking? Why don’t you just go ahead and fucking rape me?”

Josh smiled. “As fun as that’d be, I’m not going to fucking rape you, Emi. That’s not the way I do things.”

“Gee, thanks. What a gentleman!” she replied mockingly. “So you’re all fucking talk, basically.”

He chuckled before responding. “Kind of sounds like you want to be raped. Is that it, Emi? Do you have a rape kink? Do you want to be held down against your will and fucked into submission?”

“Of course not,” she mustered back, “but you were kind of implying that.. that was going to happen, so..”

Josh sighed deeply, knowing a major decision would soon be arriving–a turning point that would be hard to come back from. He bent over and effortlessly lifted Emiru by her waist so that she was standing on her feet.

“Whoa,” she mumbled, continually surprised by how strong he really was.

Josh looked her directly in the eyes. “I am going to fuck you, Emi. I’m going to fuck you in every corner of this room, in positions you’ve never even heard of before, in ways your small brain can’t even comprehend. I’m going to ruin your pretty little pussy and your ass; so much so that you’ll never be satisfied by another man. You won’t even think about another man after I’m done with you. I’m going to give you orgasms that’ll leave you fucking dehydrated, but you won’t care because your head will be a million miles away on planet fucking pleasure. I’m going to ruin you, and you’ll thank me for it. Over and over, you’ll thank me. That thanks will turn into worship, and you’ll start changing. You’ll start leaving everything behind. Your dignity, your self-respect, your values.. all that stupid bullshit that women shouldn’t even have in the first place. You won’t want a silly career or control over your body or even your own thoughts anymore. All you’ll want is to be my useless, braindead, bimbo sex toy.”

More silence filled the room. Emi just stood there, breathless. Expressionless. It was like watching a movie where the villain reveals his master plan while the hero is tied up, but for some fucked up reason, she wanted this villain to win. She wanted his plan to work.

“But.. you need to want that, too,” Josh said, completing his monologue. “You can be a bitch about it, but you have to want it, too. Deep down.”

Fuck. Had he just read her mind?

“Uh..” Emi mumbled, unable to form a good response.

“No witty comments this time? It’s a fucking miracle. Hallelujah.”

A slight smile formed on Emi’s face, but there was uncertainty behind it, and it didn’t go unnoticed.

“Go fucking think about it or I don’t know, talk to your boyfriend. Make a decision,” Josh told her as he backed away. “I’m going to jack off in your bed. Don’t take too long or you’re going miss out on a massive fucking load. Maybe I’ll even let you stay conscious for your second facial. Probably not, but maybe.. if I’m feeling nice.”

Emi rolled her eyes, but more in amusement than annoyance this time. Like she would ever let him spray his disgusting, warm cum all over her face willingly. Yeah fucking right. He could shoot it onto her fucking pillow for all she cared. He’d probably leave it there too, and she’d only find out about the sticky jizz after laying her head down to rest at night. Her face would be sideways.. it’d get all over her cheek.. some of it might accidentally touch her lips.. and she’d flick her tongue out..

“Why do you always go quiet like that?” Josh blurted out, interrupting her fantasy. Her thoughts. Not her fantasy. She didn’t want any of that to happen, obviously.

Emi looked at him with red cheeks. “Uh.. worry about yourself, asshole. I’m.. going to go.. talk to Miz..” she mumbled, feeling directionless without one of Josh’s demands to follow. Even talking to her boyfriend was something that he had suggested.

“Hey, let him down easy.”

“Oh, shut up,” Emi groaned, smirking at his clever response. She turned her head and began walking towards the door, hoping to hide her smile, but Josh stopped her, taking a step in her direction and grabbing her arm to turn her whole body around.

“Don’t fuck around here. There’s a lot riding on this, Emi. If you choose me, it will be the last choice you ever make. Everything you do from then on will be because I ordered it. Because I allowed it. You won’t fucking breathe without my permission, and I think, by now, you know I mean that literally.”

Emi batted her long black lashes at him. The moment had escalated without warning, and as was always the case in situations like this, she froze.

“And since we’re at a turning point here,” Josh continued, “it may be the last time I get to see these fucking melons.”

Taking advantage of her shock, he hooked his hand underneath her crop top and her bra and pulled them both up, releasing her large tits. The beautiful drop and jiggle was enough to make Josh’s knees weak. The flawless set of breasts were as impressive as ever, and having seen them before didn’t deteriorate their shock factor.

“Josh!” Emi shouted, letting out a small shriek, but not moving to cover her boobs. He laughed and stroked his large cock as she tilted her head in mild irritation, smirking at him for his foolishness and wrapping her hands around her stomach, which gave her some small sense of cover.

She let him stare at her impressive rack, rolling her eyes at his stupid male gaze. Josh was right, after all. It could be the last time they spent time together in an intimate way.

With that in mind, Emi glanced down to appreciate his lethal-looking cock. It was as big as ever, staring right at her. The thickness, the length.. it wasn’t something that a man should possess both of. They should be gifted with one or the other, but Josh.. Josh had them both, and it just wasn’t right. It looked fucking incredible to Emi, but it was too powerful. No man should have that kind of power.

Without thinking twice, she dropped to her knees and dived face first into Josh’s heavy ballsack, surprising the experienced stud. He continued stroking his cock as Emiru dug her face in deeper, shifting her head side to side as she engulfed her lovable face with his nuts. Her hands on his thighs kept her in place. Only her eyes remained uncovered, and they started rolling into the back of her head as her eyelids fluttered. It was one of the hottest things he’d seen since arriving in Austin.

She was breathing in his scent and degrading herself out of nowhere, and as hot as it was, Josh grew slightly worried. If Emi was going to this extent, perhaps it was because she truly did want to experience it one last time. One last whiff before writing him off for good.

Though, it was hard to worry about such things when an attractive woman was eagerly smothering herself with your balls, so Josh just savored the moment.

A few seconds later, it was over. Emi backed away and stood up, stumbling a little as if his musk had somehow impaired her coordination.

“What the hell was that?” Josh asked with a grin, still stroking his dick as she fixed her bra and pulled her shirt down.

She smiled back at him. “Oh, what? You get to see my tits, but I can’t do something I want as a final hurrah?”

“But I love your fucking tits,” Josh reasoned. “Are you saying that you love having my balls all over your face?”

Emi’s eyes widened and she forced her mouth to remain neutral, noticeably so. “Maybe I do.. maybe I don’t.”

She carried a mischievous look on her face as she walked towards the door once more. Josh chuckled at her and sat down on bed, satisfied with ending it there.

But Emi wasn’t quite as satisfied. She had her hand on the doorknob of her French doors, but something inside of her prevented her exit.

She had no idea what choice she was going to make. She didn’t even know where to begin to make a choice like that. She had to ask one final thing. No! Two things. Two quick questions and then she’d be gone. For her own sake, she had to know the answers.

Turning back to confront Josh, he eyed her suspiciously. “Back for more, slut?”

“Yes,” she immediately replied before correcting herself. “No, I mean.. no! Shut the fuck up. I have to ask.. uh.. you something. I need to know. What–”

“Nuh uh,” Josh stopped her. “Take your tits out if you’re going to keep torturing me with your voice.”

Emi stared daggers at him, but her smirk gave away her hostility. “Ugh, fineee. I’ll take them out. Just.. don’t fucking tell Miz, okay?”

“Hey, we can keep as many secrets from that faggot as you want,” Josh barked out. His increased lust was responsible for the hateful jab.

Emi had raised her shirt and was just about to lift her bra, but his rude remark stopped her. “Hey! Be nice. You’re about to see his girlfriend’s boobs! The least you could do is be kind about it.”

“Haven’t you heard? Nice guys finish last. Now, take your fucking tits out, slut.”

Emi felt a spark in her pussy. It had been tingling for some time now, and her panties were undeniably wet, but Josh’s bossy demeanor renewed her lust. She hated the way she physically reacted to his brutish ways, but she couldn’t deny it. Her body loved him, even if her heart didn’t.

“Okay, okay,” she conceded, pulling her bra up and revealing her boobs. “Just.. try to be nice, please.”

“Why? I’m sure that fag has seen your boobs plenty of times. I think it’s about time he shared that privilege.”

Emi sighed as the big oaf disparaged her boyfriend once more, but she let it go and unintentionally added to his humiliation. “Well, actually.. he doesn’t see them very often,” she admitted as she walked closer to the bed, which gave him a much better view of her tits. “We usually have the light off when we.. you know. Almost always, actually.”

A sinister grin appeared on Josh’s face as he glared at her perky breasts. “So he hasn’t seen your boobs in a while, but you don’t mind showing them off for me, huh?”

Emi shrugged her shoulders, unsure of why the comparison mattered. “Sure, I guess.. but whatever. I have questions to ask!”

“Shake your tits and you can ask me anything you want,” Josh responded, seeing how far he could push his luck.

To his enjoyment, Emi simply rolled her eyes before doing as he asked, clearly just trying to appease him and get his demand out of the way. She shook her chest for a quick second and the subsequent bouncing was deliriously fantastic to witness. Kingdoms had gone to war for less. Their perky nature tried to keep them in place, but they were too substantial to control. Her breasts shook side to side wildly, slapping the sides of her ribcage for a brief moment before settling back into their original position.

Josh bit his lip as he renewed his masturbating efforts, which drew Emiru’s gaze repeatedly, despite her attempts to remain focused.

“Okay, can I ask my questions now or are you going to fucking make me take my shorts off next?”

Josh chuckled, knowing that her patience was wearing thin. “Go ahead, slut. Bore me to death.”

Emi smiled adorably as she bounced on her tippy toes, ignoring his dumb comment. She had important information to gather. Information that would help her make her decision. “Okay, uhm.. do, uh.. do you remember.. uh, last night, do you remember what happened after I blacked out?”

Josh laughed as he looked at the hesitant girl. She had her hands behind her back, her left leg was brushing the back of her right thigh, and she was stumbling with her words. She was fucking nervous.

“Last night? When I had my cock–”

“Yes,” Emi chimed in. “When you had your cock allllll the way inside of my throat. Here,” she said, pointing to the spot where her two clavicles met. It was an outrageous measure of how deep she was being throatfucked, but it was accurate. If anything, it wasn’t deep enough. “You were fucking my face, and you didn’t let me breathe, which you’re still an asshole for by the way, but then I passed out and I don’t know what happened from there. So.. what did you do? Like, were you panicking? Did you try to wake me up?”

Josh had a smug look on his face. He could’ve lied. He could’ve told her that he immediately tried to help her and blah blah blah, but that wasn’t what he wanted Emi to base her choice on. He wanted her to know what he really did and still choose him.

“Panicking?” Josh laughed out as he jerked his cock and began to recollect the events. “Why the hell would I have been panicking? I was fucking relieved. Your annoying ass hands were slapping at my thighs, begging to let you go. I need air, I need air! Haha, fucking annoying. Now, obviously you’re weak as fuck so you weren’t getting free, but it was still irritating.”

Emi stood there staring at him incredulously with her mouth slightly ajar. She wasn’t sure what to expect, but it certainly wasn’t this.

“I mean, you have no idea how good it felt. God damn.. your throat was already the tightest I have ever been in, but then it started squeezing me.. pretty sure that was your gag reflex going haywire, and that shit felt amazing. Imagine feeling that good and then these dainty little hands are trying to get your attention. Pissed me off, so I started fucking your face even harder. Bullied the fuck out of your throat and that must’ve done the trick because your arms went limp pretty soon after that.”

Emi couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “And.. and you were relieved that I passed out?” she asked, reiterating what he said earlier. “You were happy?”

“Obviously, you stupid bimbo. It meant that I could finally fuck your throat in peace! Haha, and I did. It was smooth sailing after that.”

Emi started to regain her senses. “So.. you fucking.. you didn’t even pull out?”

“Fuck no. I actually did the opposite. I knew I was low on time, so I stopped holding back completely. If you could call it holding back, haha. Really fucking gave it to you from there, and I kind of did you a favor, you know. If you were struggling before, you would’ve hated how rough I was being after.”

Emi wasn’t even sure why she was surprised. She should’ve expected this from him. She knew how she wound up: covered in piss and cum. She should’ve assumed the worst.

“You should’ve saw how your whole body was fucking moving with every thrust, haha,” Josh chuckled, knowing that his descriptions were getting under Emi’s skin. “It was great.”

“Yeah, was it great, Josh? Was it?” Emi replied, animated with anger. “I wouldn’t fucking know. Because I was unconscious! Fucking blacked out, you asshole.”

“Don’t worry,” Josh responded casually. “I’ll record it next time so we can watch it together.”

Emi stopped all movement and just stared at him. Completely caught off guard, she actually began to laugh. “You are such a fucking prick. Oh my god! Haha, I can’t with you. You’re fucking insane.”

“And you’re just finding this out now?” Josh asked.

Emi nodded her head. The laughter had eased her anger somewhat. “You know, you’re right. I should’ve expected all of this. I mean, you did drag me from one room to another by just my fucking hair. I don’t even know why I’m reacting like such a bitch. I should be thanking you for treating me like a literal lifeless sex doll.”

Her words were dripping with sarcasm, but Josh played into it.

“Glad we’re finally on the same page. I’ll take my thanks in the form of a blowjob, please. Hold the gag reflex.”

Emi just fucking smirked and shook her head. He was unbelievable. There was a degrading little comment for absolutely everything. “You really are something else, you know that?”

“Thanks, babe,” Josh replied with a grin. “You said you had another question? Surprised you haven’t asked it yet with how much you’re yapping.”

Her mood had undeniably shifted towards positive. Josh was an asshole, but at least he was transparent about it. He made no attempts to hide it whatsoever, and that demanded a certain degree of respect. One that Emi couldn’t deny.

But still, her boyfriend. She had a boyfriend. And he wouldn’t approve of their friendship. Or.. their friends-with-benefits-ship. Definitely wouldn’t approve of that. She had to get her question answered and then leave. Leave as soon as possible. Before the mammoth horse cock in front of her destroyed her last bit of resistance.

“What do you see when you look at me?” Emi asked outright. She needed a straightforward answer here. No more distractions.

Josh picked up on that desire. Her face was stoic. Her eye contact was direct. She wanted one clear-cut answer.

“A slave,” Josh replied. “When I look at you, I see a girl with great potential to be a really, really good slave. And I mean that in the nicest way possible. You take directions well, but your attitude makes it fun to humiliate and punish you. A good sex slave needs a bit of sass. You look like someone who’d be really happy as property. A pair of tits and three holes, owned and used by a good man. I can be that man, Emiru. I can be your master, and you can be my slave. You won’t get anything in return other than being constantly slapped, choked, fucked, humiliated, and abused, but you’ll never have to think again. I’ll make all your decisions for you.”

Emi didn’t react with surprise this time. She absorbed his answer and began to digest it. With a simple nod and a quick smile, she accepted it and began walking towards the door.

“Hey, hold up,” Josh called out, stopping her in her tracks. He was still stroking his cock as he spoke, “I need some lube over here. Starting to chafe, you know.”

Emi looked at him and then at his dick. It was a fucking crime to see a cock that perfect feeling anything but pleasure, so she walked over, unable to resist her urge to smile. She got onto the bed on all fours and navigated herself over Josh’s body, which was lying down face up.

Josh arrogantly put his hands behind his head, as if Emi was about to take over and do all of the work that his hand had been doing. She rolled her eyes and smirked at him before getting close to the head of his dick. His scent filled her nostrils, and her body immediately reacted. Her skin grew goosebumps, her heart rate quickened, and her cunt was on fire.

She looked him in the eyes as she propped his heavy cock up with her hand; a task that nearly required her second hand. She gathered a good wad of spit in her mouth before sticking her tongue out, allowing a generous glob of saliva to drip down right onto Josh’s bulging cockhead.

Emi never broke eye contact with Josh as the warm spit drooled down and coated his dick. She kept her pretty little tongue out until the dripples stopped completely, which took a good thirty seconds.

Josh could hardly believe the sight. She was a fucking natural, which was surprising given her previous attempts at dirty talk. Clearly, she just needed a bit of degrading.

Emi smirked at how awestruck Josh looked. It was a powerful feeling to produce that kind of reaction from someone, which further explained his massive ego. She was sure that she looked the exact same way every fucking time he took his dick out. It was embarrassing, but it was basically an instinct to react with complete shock at such a massive tool.

Emi then raised her head away from his cock. “Is that good enough?” she asked with an adorably innocent tone.

“Not even close,” Josh replied. Without warning, he reached forward to grab her by the hair and forced her face towards his dick. She closed her mouth, so Josh jabbed his cock at her entrance to pry it open, but it was no use. His dick was too big to slip through.

“Just deepthroat me once, and I’ll let you go, whore,” Josh negotiated. All he wanted was lube for his masturbating session. She’d be back soon enough to give him her full body.

Emi’s eyes stared daggers at him. She clearly only intended on teasing him and then making her exit, but Josh wasn’t about to let that happen. Emi knew she couldn’t respond or she’d risk having Josh ram his cock into her mouth the second it opened, so she fought a war with her eyes. They battled it out, straining their facial expressions to convince the other that they were more serious, but in the end, Emi lost.

She rolled her eyes and smirked, conceding to the brute. Josh laughed out, “You’re too easy.”

Emi opened her mouth and braced herself for a harsh deepthroating, which Josh was all too happy to supply. He thrust his cock into her hole the second an opening appeared, and he didn’t stop pushing until half of his cock was lodged in her throat.

“Fuck, that’s good,” he moaned out. “You’re sooo fucking easy. So easy, haha.”

He gave the top of her head a few taps, and that helped another inch go in. Emi’s face strained comically at the abusive intrusion.

“Fuck, it’d be so easy to just keep fucking your throat. I’m already in here. Why would I stop?” Josh argued with himself.

Emi heard his dialogue and began to panic. Another session like the night prior would destroy her throat. She needed time to recover. She had almost been fucking gone! Her hand had been on the doorknob, and she came back. This was all on her.

“Fuck, no. No. I want your fucking cunt,” Josh announced. He reached forward to slap her ass and rub her pussy over her shorts. “And you still have to talk to fucking Miz, huh? Can’t fuck your makeup over too much then.”

Emi felt relief, but she hadn’t gotten a good breath of air before Josh forced his way into her throat, so she was hesitant to feel too optimistic until she was fully released.

Josh thrust his cock in and out of her helpless mouth a few more times, slapping the side of her face just for the fun of it. He forced her head down one final time, breaking through one of her throat barriers and lodging himself there for a few seconds before finally, begrudgingly, letting go.

Emi immediately pulled herself free and began coughing to the side. She retched, gasping for the air her lungs required. The miniscule facefuck wasn’t as severe as he would have liked, but still, thirty seconds without air wasn’t a walk in the park.

“I fucking love that throat of yours, Emi,” Josh beamed. “It’s so goddamn tight. Grips my cock like a virgin cunt, haha. But that’s not even the best part. I can tell how much you struggle to take my size and that gets me so fucking hard. God, I love seeing you struggle. I really, really hope you won’t make me rape you just to have your throat again.”

Emi finally caught her breath, coughing one more time before responding. “Hah.. I guess, I guess we’ll just have to see how things turn out, huh? Maybe you will have to rape me if you ever want to use me like a fleshlight again.”

Her playful banter about such a sexually violent act was amusing, so Josh leered at her with a grin. “I’m not above it, Emiru. I’ll do it if I have to.”

“Oh, trust me. I believe you,” she replied, letting out a giggle as she wiped the spit from around her mouth and patted her eyes dry.

As rough as he was, Emi was starting to get used to his treatment. It would take weeks of daily facefucking practice just to be comfortable with his cock size, if she chose to be with him at all, but she was beginning to see how a whore could willingly decide to be used with such brutality. There was an appeal to being seen as less than human and just a way to get off.

She wore a stupid grin on her face as she leaned in and licked the sides of his cock a few more times. “Another secret, okay? Miz can never find out about this.”

Josh winked at her. “You got it, whore. That cuck boyfriend of yours was stupid enough to trade in his sex life for a few extra muscles. Trust me, he’s way too dumb to ever catch onto us.”

Emi huffed, rolling her eyes at him. “You’re a big meanie,” she replied, licking his dick one more time and then leaning down to kiss his balls. “You shouldn’t.. muah.. say stuff.. muah.. like that,” she added, showering his sack with a dozen big smooches. They were just supposed to be quick pecks of appreciation, but she lost herself and began nursing his enormous nuts one at a time.

After a full minute, she shook herself out of her trance and leaned back. “Fuck, I think I’m addicted to you.”

Josh laughed, slapping her ass as she crawled over him to stand up. She let out a little yelp and a giggle and began walking to the door. “See you in a bit,” he called out. “Make sure you give that loser a kiss before coming back to me.”

Emi quickly realized that his request was purely because she had just been making out with his massive balls. “I absolutely will not,” she yelled back, finally exiting the room and walking down the hallway towards the stairs.

The full weight of the decision she had to make suddenly beared down on her, causing her to stop in her tracks. “Fuck,” she muttered out, contemplating a topic that had been on her mind before. “Just.. just one more thing. I just have to see one more thing.”

Completing a half spin, she basically skipped back to the room that Josh had all but taken over. Walking into the room, he was still stroking his massive fucking dick, which like fake even from across the room.

“You just can’t fucking resist me, can you? You fucking prostitute, haha. Get over here,” Josh joked, sitting up in bed. “I think I’m going to try out that ass of yours first.”

Emi walked towards the bed, giggling as she did so. “Noooo, Josh! I haven’t decided yet. I just.. I have to see one thing,” she said in a soft voice. Getting down on her knees in front of the hunky man, she continued, “Can you slap me one more time? Just like you did before, but don’t hold back. Really give it to me, okay?”

Josh nearly obliged her on the spot, but he saw an opportunity to use her request as leverage. “Give Miz a kiss, courtesy of my balls, and I will.”

Emi’s mouth dropped, but nothing came out. She thought it over before replying. “You’re so fucking weird.”

“Very true. And also, accurate.”

“Ugh, why do you even want that?” Emi asked. “What’s in it for you?”

“It’s just funny,” Josh chuckled, impressed with how innocent she was. She really had no concept of how humiliation and cuckolding worked.

“It’s fucked up. He’s.. he’s a good guy. He doesn’t deserve any of this. He’s just dating me, but that doesn’t, like.. immediately qualify him to get harassed and messed with. We can fool around without getting him involved.”

“You’re right,” Josh replied. “We could, but we won’t. Make no mistake Emi, if you come back here, you’re going to get the best fuck of your life, but you’re also signing up to help me bully the fuck out of that faggot.”

His words hit Emi hard. She didn’t know that was a part of the deal, but it’s not like she could negotiate. She wasn’t even going to have control over her own body. What the hell could she do to help out Miz? If Josh wanted to fuck with him, she’d be forced watch. No, she’d be forced to help. She’d be his accomplice.

If she chose him, of course. She didn’t have to, but up until now, that’s the way she was leaning.

Finally, Emi conceded the argument with a pout. After a few seconds, she finally said, “Fine. I’ll kiss your balls and then I’ll kiss him, you fucking freak. But only on the cheek.”

“On the lips. A quick peck is fine. Don’t want him getting too much action,” Josh explained.

“Of fucking course you don’t, haha,” Emi laughed. “Fine, fine. On the lips. Now, can you please pleaseeeee slap me already? Do it how you’ll be doing it every day if I choose–”

Without hesitation, Josh smacked the streamer across the face, sending her to the ground, four feet to the left.

“Ahhh! F.. fuck.. okay. Yeah, I.. I got what I needed from that. Thanks,” Emi mumbled out. “Or.. not thanks. Fuck you.. is what I meant.”

She then crawled over meekly and leaned in to kiss Josh’s balls one more time. Her heart rate shot up as she approached. His presence was just so fucking intimidating, and she wasn’t sure if she’d ever get used to it. Emi held her lips against the warm, wrinkly flesh of his sack for a few seconds, giving him small, tender kisses. That quickly turned into ten seconds, and then twenty. Her eyes darted up to meet Josh’s gaze, and he looked proud. Proud of her. For listening. For obeying.

And that warmed her heart. She really liked seeing that Josh was happy with her. A smile formed on her face, and Josh could feel it. He could sense the shift in her lips from pursed to a subtle grin. Finally, she pulled back and stood up to leave.

Josh smirked. He had every reason to. He was winning over every girl on his list, and he had yet to encounter a rejection. A true rejection. Looking at the way Emi was behaving, he approximated that it’d be five minutes before she’d return for more abuse. “Enjoy your last few moments of freedom, slave.”

Rolling her eyes dramatically, Emi looked back at him and shook her exposed chest one last time. “Should’ve taken a picture, idiot. You are neverrrrrrr going to see these again, heh.”

The remark caused Josh to shift as if he was about to chase the tiny girl, and she shrieked, running out of the room in a fit of giggles.

Being chased always gave Emi a huge burst of adrenaline, so she was thankful that Josh didn’t continue his pursuit. Walking down the hallway once more gave her deju vu. This time, though, there was a confident kick in each of her steps. A smile burdened her cheek muscles, and her pussy was engulfed in fire. Josh had done nothing but treat her like a ragdoll. A stupid ragdoll that didn’t have the right to breathe or talk or form opinions.. and yet, her panties had never been as soaked as they currently were.

She reached down and confirmed it. That was evidence. Direct evidence that she fucking loved the way Josh treated her. Or.. mistreated her, to put it more accurately.

Emi was certain that if she took her underwear off right there in the hallway and wrung them out with her hands, a fucking puddle would form. A puddle big enough to make someone slip. The thought forced her to stifle a dumb chuckle.

She approached the steps that would take her downstairs to the main floor where Miz’s room was located, but she stopped yet again. Her fucking tits were still out. Shaking her head and giggling at the close call, she fixed her bra and her shirt before heading down. That one would’ve been hard to explain, but it was still early in the morning. Eleven o’clock. Early for a streamer house, anyway, so it was unlikely that she’d run into anyone.

Knocking on Miz’s bedroom door, she walked in and saw that he was still in bed, scrolling on his phone.

“Oh, hey. What’s up, loser?” he called out as soon as he noticed her. Emi didn’t respond though. She just walked up to him and planted a kiss on his lips, intending to only deliver a quick peck, but instead, she lingered. Miz kissed her back after his initial surprise, but there was no passionate reciprocity. It’s like Emi just wanted to touch lips and be close to him.

She pulled back a few seconds later.

“The hell was that?” Miz laughed out awkwardly. It was an awkward kiss, after all.

Her inner dialogue was going crazy. The truth behind the kiss was fucked up beyond anything Miz could ever imagine, but he had no fucking idea. He had no idea that he was essentially kissing Josh’s balls, and Emi suddenly understood why Josh was calling him a faggot. Her heart was beating quickly. Her adrenaline was pumping. She felt oddly awake. Alive. The thrill of the betrayal was getting to her, and she grinned.

“I.. I just wanted to say sorry.. about last night. I was being a bitch,” she admitted. “But I’m working on it.”

Miz squinted his eyes, suspicious of her remorse. It wasn’t like her to apologize like this. They usually just insulted each other with their familiar jabs and pretended like there was never an argument in the first place.

“You’re working on.. not being a bitch?” he asked oddly.

Emi nodded her adorable head. “Yup. I.. uh, I think I’ll have it fixed pretty soon. Maybe.”

Miz wasn’t sure what she was getting at, but he decided to let it go and joke her weirdness off. “Good, ‘cause I was really starting to think you’d be stuck that way forever.”

The two smirked at each other. Emi leaned in to jab him in the side and they laughed it off.

But Emi’s face quickly returned to stern. She wasn’t here to make amends.

“Miz, I have a question, and take this seriously, okay?”

He had returned his focus back to his phone while continuing the conversation. “Yeah, yeah. When do I ever not take things seriously?”

Emi groaned. “Ugh, for real! This is important. It could.. lead to.. certain things happening.”

Miz looked up from his phone. “Why the hell are you being so weird? Are you on adderall? You didn’t get into my pills, did you? You’re going to start growing a dick if you did.”

Once more, Emi groaned. He was incapable of answering her with an ounce of sincerity. Which was usually a good thing. It was funny, but she didn’t want funny right now. “Don’t those pills do the opposite of growing a dick though? Don’t they shrink the one you already have?” she blurted out with an obvious reference to his performance issues.

His face immediately dropped. “I’m.. I’m not fucking talking about the steroids, asshole. I don’t even take those anymore.”

Emi smirked at how riled up her comment got him, and Miz decided to take it as banter. Arguing would’ve only exacerbated the issue, and it definitely wouldn’t help him get any action. It’d been way too long since they were intimate, which was mostly his fault. The arguing and the dick issues were starting to mount, but the actual pills he was taking for his erectile dysfunction seemed to be finally working. He had woken up with a full boner that morning and was hoping to put it to good use.

Before he could sway the conversation in that direction, however, Emi glared at him apathetically and asked, “What do you see when you look at me?”

The same question that she asked Josh.

Miz took it as an opportunity to get into her good graces and then, hopefully, into her pants. “Fine, fine. I’m going to answer seriously, okay? Since you’re being all weird and cryptic this morning, but don’t fucking laugh. Uh, fuckin’.. I don’t know. When I look at you, I see.. a cool chick, I guess. I see my girlfriend. I see a really funny girl who’s pretty, but that’s not everything,” Miz said, catching himself as he tried to not focus on her physical traits too much. “I see someone who’s really nice and super caring and.. and smart. Really smart!”

Emi stared at him blankly as she digested his response. It wasn’t sexist or degrading or insulting. There wasn’t an ounce of dehumanization in there. No traces of misogyny whatsoever.

She fucking hated it.

“You think I’m smart?” she asked, almost breathlessly.

Miz scoffed. “What? Yeah, of course I do. You’re the smartest girl I know!”

Wrong fucking answer. Emi nodded her head, accepting his response and coming to a fateful conclusion. Without speaking another word, she turned and began walking out of the room.

“Hey, wait.. uh, Emi!” Miz called out. “Did you want to.. uh, watch a movie? Together? We could.. uh, cuddle and–”

“No, thanks,” she blurted out, not bothering to let him finish his sentence. It was pathetic how much he tiptoed around his true intentions. “Not in the mood!”

With a grumpy pout, Miz laid back in bed, wondering how fuck he fumbled his chances yet again.

Emi’s attitude was not identical, to say the least. She was fucking giddy. Her body had been screaming at her, trying to convince her brain to make the right choice. The choice of pleasure and desire and primal degeneracy. That’s what Josh was. She was attracted to him on a primal, instinctual level, and she wanted to give into him so badly, but it didn’t make any logical sense. He was a fucking prick. He didn’t even know her, he certainly didn’t respect her, and he would just throw her away after he was done abusing the fuck out of every hole she had.

And that was exactly what Emiru wanted. She ached for a ferocious, brutal, punishing tree trunk of a cock to put her in her fucking place, and the only reason to resist was her stupid fucking faggot of a boyfriend. Or.. no, just.. just her boyfriend. He wasn’t any of those things, and he wasn’t at fault here, but.. fuck, his answer was such a pussy cop-out response.

And Emi was eternally grateful that it was. His answer proved that Miz wasn’t the path to follow. The correct man to pick was..

.. standing in front of her.

Closing Miz’s bedroom door behind her, Emi looked up and saw Josh standing there, towering over her. He was buck naked, on the floor level of the home, where anyone could easily spot him. His thick, drool-inducing cock was on display like a third leg, and his balls, the pair that she’d come to love worshiping, hung like oranges from a sturdy tree.

“Figured you’d want me as close as possible,” Josh began to explain with a cocky smirk, “whenever you came to your senses.”

Emiru could almost shriek from the joy she felt. Now this was a fucking man that could read her mind.

She nodded softly, sporting an adorably enthusiastic smile on her face. She had no idea what to say. What does one say to the man who was about to strip her of all of her rights, her freedoms, and presumably, her clothes?

Luckily for her, she didn’t have to think about what the next steps were. Josh already did that for her. He dropped the small pillow that he’d been holding in his hands and positioned it in front of him suggestively.

Emiru immediately took the hint and dropped to her knees, but not on the pillow. She kneeled just before it, and then swatted the pillow to the side before inching forward where the cushion had been. “Sex slaves don’t deserve pillows,” she declared matter-of-factly, before opening her mouth wide and staring up at Josh.

Josh knew right then and there that Emi would fit into his harem perfectly. He wasted no more time, taking hold of his cock and lining it up with her warm entrance. He tapped his large cockhead against the tiny girl’s tongue a few times before shoving himself into her throat.

He tried to time his thrust at a point where it looked like she was exhaling. After all, seeing Emi struggle for air was half of the fun.

Her eyes and her smile immediately shifted from happy to survival mode. Josh had taken a hold of her hair to shove his fat cock as deep as possible, forcing her mouth to expand obscenely. It was a fucking miracle how any girl was able to take his size. If he wasn’t as forceful as he was, any regular old girlfriend would’ve refused to blow him for the sake of her own comfort. That’s why useless cum-addicted fleshlights were way better than girlfriends.

“This is what you fucking chose, whore,” Josh barked out as sternly and quietly as he could. “You chose to be a fucking worthless cocksleeve. That’s all you are now, and that’s all you’ll ever fucking be.”

Emi could only moan in response.

When his enormous fuck stick met resistance, he withdrew his cock almost entirely, only leaving the tip in before slamming his way back into Emi’s panicking gullet. This movement felt fantastic for Josh’s aching dick, but it was an incredible struggle for Emiru.

GLUCK GLUCK GLUCK GLUCK

Every time she even slightly got used to his size, accommodating him by relaxing her screaming throat muscles, he would pull out, tricking her body into believing that the ordeal was over and thus, attempt to gasp for oxygen.

But of course, that was not the case. Josh just shoved himself back into her throat, completely throwing the streamer’s rhythm off and forcing her to reacclimate to the newest intrusion.

“You look so fucking pretty when you’re struggling to breathe, haha,” Josh taunted her. “Has anyone ever told you that?”

But of course, Emi couldn’t respond.

GLUCK GLUCK GLUCK GLUCK

Josh slapped her cheek harshly as he continued ramming his dick deeper and deeper into her oral cavity. “I asked you a fucking question, slut.”

Another fierce slap followed, prompting the adorable girl to flinch and shut her already alarmed eyes. “Why haven’t you answered me?” he barked out.

Another slap came down, and then another. Josh then laughed out as softly as he could. “Oh, fuck. That’s right..” he joked arrogantly. Obviously the young girl couldn’t say anything. Emi rolled her eyes at the joke. Still, he continued slapping her face just for the fun of it.

GLUCK GLUCK GLUCK GLUCK

The ensuing thrusts worked like a battering ram, which managed to tear down her esophageal defenses and abuse deeper sections of her throat. Emi’s eyes constantly rolled back into her head as her gag flex went fucking bananas. It had no control over the situation, which brought upon all sorts of physical reactions from the cute girl. Emi’s stomach lurched forward in an attempt to vomit, but the baseball bat lodged in her throat prevented it. Her eyes watered like a leaky faucet, causing streaks of eyeliner to pour down her face. And spit drooled down from her mouth, coating her chin and pooling onto the floor.

GLUCK GLUCK GLUCK GLUCK

The scene looked ridiculous from afar. A herculean man that looked fit for pro-level rugby was brutally facefucking a girl half or maybe even a third of his size. Both of his hands were on her head, which was necessary to try to stab as much fuckmeat into her microscopic mouth cunt as possible. Her hands were fighting for her own survival, badgering Josh’s thighs and pushing against them meekly in order to escape.

Emi didn’t want to fight back, but her survival instincts kicked in at times and compelled her limbs into action.

At long last, Josh thrust forward and managed to bury all nine inches of his goliath cock into Emi’s tiny gullet, smashing her cute little nose against his pelvis. He was nearly in her fucking stomach, and he held himself there, pausing his thrusts to savor the feeling.

“This right fucking here,” Josh began to say, tapping the back of her head with a closed fist, “this is the fucking pinnacle of being a man. Burying yourself in a stupid bitch’s throat. One that couldn’t stop yapping to save her fucking life. Where’s the snarky comments now, Emiru? Where’s the bitchy complaints? Oh, you suffocated me with your cock until I blacked out and then pissed all over me, fucking boo hoo. Where’s that now, you fucking stupid whore?”

Josh laughed right at her, and Emi’s face reddened. From his slaps, yes, but also from the humiliation. All she was trying to do was fucking survive. Nothing had ever, ever been this deep inside of her throat, and the depth wasn’t even the worst part. Josh’s dick was fucking thick. It was like a fucking water bottle, except he didn’t compress with pressure. He seemed to fucking grow and expand every time he got deeper.

Emi looked up at him and begged. She begged for her fucking life.

And Josh just stood there, basking in the unbelievable feeling of her facial cunt.

“What do you think, Emiru? Another minute or two?” he teased. “Maybe three?”

Her eyes were already wide, but they grew wider at Josh’s newest torment. He was talking about minutes, but she couldn’t handle another second. She renewed her protests, punching at his thighs to be released.

“Now, obviously, you’ll be fucking out cold here in a little bit. Under a minute, for sure, but I don’t care about that. I’m asking how long I should be in here after you pass out. I think two minutes is good.”

Emiru’s brain was pleading for air, so she continued badgering his thighs. She was about to resort to scratching, but decided against it. She really didn’t want to hurt her abuser. Yes, what he was talking about might very well kill her, but it wasn’t his fault. Her throat was probably making his cock feel euphoric. Given how tight of a fit it was, Josh’s dick was surely on cloud nine right now, and he just wanted to savor that feeling. What sense would there in be in hurting him over that?

And plus, there was a good chance that he was just joking. Surely, he wouldn’t remain lodged in her throat for that long after she passed out. She was at least fifty percent sure he wouldn’t do that to her, even if he had confessed about doing that exact thing earlier that morning. He was probably just gloating and exaggerating the events to ridicule her further.

Emiru looked up once more as she felt her vision going dark, and she could see a look of pure satisfaction on Josh’s face. She liked seeing him happy. She loved it actually, but it probably meant that she was about to get brutally facefucked after she fell unconscious, and she hoped, for Josh’s sake, that she would be a good fleshlight for him.

Right at that moment, Josh withdrew his meaty shaft and graced Emiru with the gift of fresh air, slapping her across the face and sending her to the ground.

“Gluhhh, uhhhh, uhh,” she gasped out, breathing in as much oxygen as her poor body could. She coughed, recognizing that, even in her attempt to stay alive, she needed to be quiet. Her boyfriend could come waltzing out at a moment’s notice if he heard anything suspicious.

Emi gulped and wheezed and contorted her small frame, all to try to regain her sense of awareness. Josh just chuckled at her, adding to the humiliation as he kneeled down and smacked the recuperating girl in the face with his cock. “God, you are so fun to fuck with. I can’t believe I get to do this every day from now on. Every fucking day, I’m going to abuse you just like this. Worse, even. We’re kind of limited here, being in the hallway and all, but it’ll get worse. Trust me.”

As she recovered, Emi noted that this likely wouldn’t just be a daily event. Josh had been in their home for less than a day, and already, she had experienced the deprivation of oxygen, the dehumanization of her bodily functions, and the extreme degradation of her self worth several times over, each one worse than the last.

But Emiru wasn’t mad. She wasn’t upset or frustrated or even annoyed.

This is what she chose. This is what she wanted.

This is what she needed.

With a delirious smile on her face, she turned her head up and kissed the cock that was slapping her face, timing her smooches to line up with each impact.

“Ready to get fucked?” Josh asked her.

“Mmmm, yes, master,” she cooed, realizing that her tone had been a little too loud. She lowered her voice before adding, “I’m ready. I’m ready for you to use me in any way that you can possibly imagine. Are you.. uh, are you sure you don’t want to facefuck me a little more first? I can take it, master. Well.. uh, I don’t actually think that I can, but.. but you don’t really seem to care about what I can and can’t take, heh.”

Josh smiled. It was always incredible to see the transformation of a girl after just a couple of good skullfuckings.

“As tempting as that is,” Josh began to say, “I’m not trying to get our fun spoiled from some jack off that wanders in the hallway, and I still want to fuck you before we head back upstairs.”

Emi had shifted down and begun to kiss his massive ball sack when she heard his decision. “Oh, really? So.. uh, you want to fuck me here? Right outside.. hah, right outside of my boyfriend’s bedroom?”

“Do you have a problem with that?” he asked as he pulled her up by her hair.

“Ow, ow.. ahh, no.. no, sir. Not at all! But.. what if he comes out?” she asked in return as Josh began stripping her clothes off.

“I mean, I think we all knew he’d be coming out at some point,” Josh joked back. “Can’t stay in the closet forever.”

Emi opened her mouth in surprise. “You’re so bad, oh my god. That’s not what I meant! He’s not gay,” she replied in her boyfriend’s defense. “At least, I don’t think he is. Seriously though.. what if he walks out and catches us?”

“He won’t have a good day if that happens,” Josh replied, slipping her gym shorts and thong off of her final leg before tossing them to the side.

Emi giggled. “I mean, his girlfriend is about to cheat on him.. how much worse can his day get?”

“It can get worse,” Josh replied, looking into her eyes with a stern expression. “Trust me.”

Emi chose to believe him and stopped her questioning there. Josh spun her around and away from him.

She forced herself to stifle her moans as Josh spread her ass cheeks and dove into her most sensitive areas, devouring her cunt from behind. His tongue quickly lurched out, exploring her warm pussy and satiating a burning desire that she was carrying since smothering her face with his balls earlier that same morning. Every minute since then had been one big tease for her sopping wet cunt. Finally, finally.. she was receiving some attention.

And it couldn’t have arrived a moment too soon. The anticipation of giving in to such a muscular hunk, being used as if she wasn’t a person, and doing it all right outside her boyfriend’s bedroom was just too much. When Josh’s tongue shifted up from her cunt to her asshole, there wasn’t a dam in existence that was strong enough to hold Emiru’s climax back. She clamped both hands over her mouth and exploded into a euphoric, brain-melting orgasm.

Emi’s legs trembled as her entire body was overcome with pleasure. She moaned into her hands, stifled but not completely quieted, and she felt goosebumps form on her arms. Her eyes rolled back as the waves of ecstasy washed onto her shores, one by one they crashed into her and sent incredible surges of delightful bliss to every corner of her small, pale body. Josh had continued to tongue her warm holes as her orgasm died down, which prolonged the fantastic climax.

Yeah, she had definitely made the right choice.

“I love you.. I fucking love you,” Emi mumbled as Josh slapped her ass and backed up.

He chuckled, wiping some of her ejaculate from his face and standing upright to lean in over her shoulder. “Be careful, slut. Those are dangerous words.”

Emi caught her breath as she realized what he meant. “Oh, uh.. sorry, master. It was just so good. So fucking good. Miz has never made me feel like that. Ever!”

“Huh, would’ve never guessed that,” Josh replied sarcastically as he unceremoniously pulled her top and bra up and over her head, tossing them into a pile with her shorts.

Emi giggled as he bent down to suck on her tits. “Oh, shut up, heh. I mean.. fuck. I can’t say that anymore, can I?”

Josh smirked up at her as he slurped on one boob while slapping the other. He alternated and did the same thing to the opposite tit before responding. “You’re new, and you’re learning quickly. That’s all that I ask.”

Emi smiled from ear to ear as Josh ravaged her breasts. The sensation was too much for her, forcing a lip bite to display her satisfaction. She felt her heart swell at his latest remark. She was happy. It would be a long journey with Josh, learning to be his, learning to be ordered around, but she was excited. He was.. fair. Not fair in the practical sense of the word. She’d be owned from now on. Property. She’d be degraded and used and deprived of basic necessities, surely, but at least Josh would throw in the occasional compliment every now and then.

That was enough for her. More than enough.

Emi caught herself smiling ear to ear and nearly shook her head at her own silliness. It was like a high school crush.

Josh suddenly dove both of his hands in between her legs and circled them around her thighs, lifting her up and spreading her legs in one swift motion. Instantly, she was raised four feet off the ground. Pinned to the wall, Emi quietly shrieked at the sudden repositioning.

“Oh my god, you’re so strong,” she moaned. “I love that you’re this strong. You can.. hah, you can hold me down and force me to do things I don’t want to do, but also so you can protect me. A good owner should always be able to protect his property, after all..”

Josh ignored her and lined his cock up with her cunt. The positioning was a little awkward, but Josh only needed one arm to hold Emi up anyway, so his right hand did the task. He pressed forward, easing himself into her beautiful cunt and letting her own body weight push her down slowly.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” Emi moaned, bracing herself for what was surely going to be the most ravenous fuck of her life. “You’re going to fucking split me in half, you fucking stud, fuckkkkk!”

She quickly realized that she’d been a little too loud and glanced towards the door next to them. Josh chuckled as they made mischievous eye contact. The whole thing was messed up. Her boyfriend had just asked if she wanted to mess around, essentially, and she flat out said no. She wasn’t in the mood.

Hah! The biggest fucking lie she ever told. She wasn’t just in the mood; she was so in the mood that she was willing to leave behind all of her fucking dignity just to get some cock.

“Fucking hell, Josh..” she whispered. “How are you this big? Fuhh.. fuck..”

But it wasn’t just any cock that she wanted. No, it was the giant fucksword of a cock that was currently impaling itself into her tiny sheath. That’s the cock she wanted. That’s the cock she craved. That’s the cock that was convincing her to put everything she knew aside.

And as a side note, whoever the fucking armorer was that made this mismatched equipment needed to be fired.

Because Josh had completely let her body weight go, and still, barely an inch past his cockhead had entered her tight pussy. They looked at each other in amusement and laughed simultaneously. The commotion forced another inch in, which quickly turned Emi’s laugh into a moan. Josh would have to force the rest of his girth in, and if there was anyone fit for that job, it was him.

“Wrap your hands around my neck,” he ordered, and Emi immediately obliged. She had been holding onto his arms before, but this seemed much more practical. With her hands in a stable position and her legs wrapped around his pelvis, Josh shifted his hands from under her thighs to her small waist. He pushed down and quickly hid more and more of his cock into Emi’s warm cunt.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckkkkk,” she groaned. It was like being a virgin all over again. Never in her life did she think she’d be taking such a massive cock into her pussy. She hadn’t even seen dildos this size before. A friend in high school told her about using an overgrown cucumber once, and even that phallic vegetable wasn’t even close to the record she was currently setting.

This was an all-timer cock.

Josh reveled in the blissful feeling. It felt like he was sticking his dick into a fucking volcano. Her cunt was ridiculously warm and tighter than any other cunt he’d been in before, partly because of how small Emi was but also because of how inexperienced she was as well. Half of his cock was in and then three quarters. Josh looked Emi in the eyes before one last push. She was filled with anticipation and anxiousness and desire and lust and greed. Greed more than anything, though. She wanted all of his cock. Every last inch. As Josh forced the last section of his cock into her pussy, Emiru’s eyes rolled back and another orgasmic wave overcame her.

“Holyyyy fuckkkkk,” she moaned out. “You’re so big. You’re so fucking big, muh.. master.. so fucking big! Holy fuckkkk.. uh, uhhh. So big.. so big.. so fucking big..”

Her entire body trembled, and she hung onto Josh’s neck for dear life. She was sure that Josh’s cock alone would’ve been enough to hold her up, but she didn’t like heights, and her quivering legs certainly would give way if nothing else supported her.

Josh contemplated waiting out her orgasm, but he was impatient. It had taken long enough to get inside of her. Half of an entire day had passed before this bitch opened her legs. A prude by any standard.

With a determined gaze on his face, he began to thrust in and out her, lifting her body with his grip on her waist and then forcing her back down on his cock. Emi had to bury her face into her own right shoulder just to keep from screaming out. Her whole body shook as Josh built up a steady, punishing rhythm.

“Fuck yeah, bitch,” Josh groaned out. “Take my fucking cock.”

“Yes, sir,” she moaned back. “Uh, uhhh, uhhh! Give it to me, give me your cock.. ugh, ugh.. I want it, fuck! I want all of it! Oh my fuck, you’re breaking me, you fuck! You fucker! Oh my god!”

Her remarks were deliberately soft. Stern, but low enough that Miz would’ve had to have been trying to listen for it. Still though, they were playing with fire.

Josh lifted Emiru’s body high and to the tip of his cock before slamming her back down, emitting guttural moans, eye rolls, and expletives from the small streamer. His rhythm was efficient and grew faster and faster as Emi’s hole accommodated his size. The fleshy sounds of their skin slapping together filled the hallway illicitly.

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“Fuck, fuck, fuckkkkkkkk me. Fuck,” Emi continued to moan over and over, contorting her facial expressions to match every new feeling she was experiencing. Josh was pummeling her vagina as if they were in a fucking porn video, which Emi always had great appreciation for, unlike other girls she had met. Growing up in the Midwest and as inexperienced as she was, she thought that watching hardcore porn would add to her sexual knowledge, so when the time came, she’d be a fucking expert.

That expectation was sorely dismissed when she became intimate with Miz. Their sex was always plain as fucking vanilla ice cream. Not that it wasn’t good. Vanilla ice cream was her favorite flavor, after all, but sex isn't a flavor of dessert. It needed variety. It needed toppings. It needed fucking sprinkles and nuts and a cherry on top, and that’s not how it was with Miz.

“Fucking destroy me, uhhhh,” she moanged out. “I’m your bitch.. I’m your fucking bitch! Use me! Fuck, Josh! Uh, uh, uh! Yesssss, just.. just like that!”

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Sex with Miz was just boring. Missionary with the lights were off, little to no foreplay, and done five minutes later. She didn’t worship Miz’s balls like she did with Josh. She didn’t go to fucking la la land whenever she saw his cock. There was never any brutal facefucking that forced her to tap into her primal survival instincts just to stay alive. She never woke up after blacking out and find herself covered in unknown bodily fluids. And there was very little dirty talk. She felt like an equal partner with Miz, and that was pitiful. Being asked if she was okay, if it felt good, if she wanted a break..

“Stupid fucking whore, take my fucking cock,” Josh barked at her. “Useless cunt. Useless fucking bitch!”

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With renewed appreciation for her new owner, Emi enthusiastically bounced up and down to match his thrusts. “Fuck, yes. Give me your cock, masterrrr. Give me that fucking god cock. That fucking beautiful, perfect, god cock. You’re so fucking.. uhh, uhhh, uhhh! FUCK! You’re so fucking big! God, I love you. Fuck, sorry, but I do. I fucking love you and your massive cock! I want it all! I want it every fucking day. FUCK.”

“You want to cheat on your boyfriend every day, you fucking worthless slut?” Josh asked.

Emi nodded with closed eyes. She was riding the biggest horse cock that ever graced her stupid cunt, and she was going to savor every fucking second of it. “Fuckkk, yes! Yes, I want to cheat on that fucking loser every day. I.. I don’t care anymore. You’re so much better. You’re so much better. Please.. don’t stop fucking me.. don’t ever stop fucking me! Fuck me EVERY DAY, pleaseeee. Fucking pleaseeee. Please make me a cheating bitch every fucking day.”

“You want to be a cheating cunt that badly, huh?”

“Fuck, fuck, fuckkkk! YES! MAKE ME A CHEATING SLUT! I LOVE IT! I LOVE CHEATING! MAKE ME A CHEATING WHORE. EVERY DAY. EVERY FUCKING.. AHH.. FUCK, FUCK, FUCKKK. OH MY GOD, YES!”

Emi talked herself into another orgasm. Her entire body spasmed against Josh as she held him closely. Her toes curled, her arms shook, and her legs trembled once more. She could literally hear the sound of her gushing ejaculate dripping onto the floor. Her mind was fucking goo.

But she had lost her vocal control in the process.

“Hey, fucking chill,” Josh blurted out, pausing his thrusts to see if he could hear any commotion in the room. Emi was still reeling from her climax, but the fear of being caught briskly sobered her up.

“Oops, sorry, hehe,” she giggled, glancing at the door with a guilty smirk. “Do you think he heard?”

Josh didn’t hear anything, so he decided to shift back to the dirty talk. “Who?” he asked, purposely leading her towards an intended goal while sporting a half-grin.

Emi shook her head in confusion. “Who? Miz! Do you think.. my boyfriend,” she replied, suddenly catching onto Josh’s game and his mischievous fucking smirk.

With a smiling eye roll, Emi repeated herself. “Do you think the fucking cuck heard? The stupid loser sitting in his bed with blue balls,” she continued as Josh resumed his vicious thrusts. His smile grew, and Emi was more than happy to feed his ego. “Do you think that fucking faggot in there heard me yelling.. moaning.. about cheating on his stupid.. fucking.. oh my god, Josh.. yes, Josh! Fuck me just like that, master! Fucking.. FUCK! Fuck me, master! Fuck your property! Fuck your stupid–”

“Hey!” Miz shouted out from his bedroom. “What the fuck’s going on out there?”

The pair immediately stopped their movements and stared at each other. Emi’s glare was wide-eyed, but Josh was mostly amused. The fucker was amused.

“Want me to take care of him?” he asked her.

Emi shook her head in terror, not thinking that they’d actually get caught. “What? No! What do you mean ‘take care of him’?”

They spoke quickly and in hushed tones. “I’ll knock him out. Then he can’t bother us and we can be as loud as we want.”

Horrified, Emi shook her head again. “No! You said you wouldn’t hurt him! Just.. take me to the stairs. Go, go, goooo,” she said, tapping on his back to mark her urgency. It was fucking weird having a conversation like this while being impaled with the biggest dick known to mankind, but this is what her life entailed now. She was a cheating whore. And if that came with dick-mobile rides to escape from being caught, then so be it.

Josh groaned, rolling his eyes as if he was more annoyed than anything else. “Fine,” he conceded and began to saunter over to the stairs at the end of the long hallway. He kept his cock in the small streamer who bit her lip at the sensation of being moved in this position.

Josh had a funny thought and began lifting her body up and down, fucking her in the middle of their getaway.

She punched his chest playfully. “Stop fucking.. fucking me. Miz could pop his head out any.. fucking.. second.. ahh, fuck!”

Josh chuckled as they stepped onto the stairs, turning the corner safely out of view. He then lifted her body up off of his cock and set her down on the second step.

“Let me check if anyone’s coming,” Emiru whispered, struggling at first to stand upright. “Fuck, my legs are wobbly, haha. You’re an animal.”

“What can I say?” Josh gloated. “You bring the best out of me.”

Emi giggled. “Mhm, I’m sure you say to all the sluts you fuck.”

“You’re damn right I do,” he chuckled, slapping her naked ass as she held onto the handrail for support and leaned over to peer around the corner. Part of her knew that bending over in front of Josh was a bad idea, but she was more concerned with her boyfriend possibly stomping down the hallway to find her.

“Okay, the coast is clear– fuck!” Emi groaned out as Josh’s massive cock entered her from behind. “Not.. here.. fuck! Josh, let’s.. uh, go to my room! You can fuck me silly there.. okay?”

Josh had to rebuild the momentum he had gained earlier, but once he was buried completely in her warm snatch, all bets were off. He heard her gripes and reached forward to wrap both hands around her neck.

“Oh, I’m going to fuck you in your room, don’t worry, but I’m also going to fuck you here on the stairs. I’m going to fuck you downstairs, upstairs, in the kitchen, in the living room, in the second fucking kitchen and living room. I’m going to fuck you in the goddamn laundry room, every one of the showers, the balcony if you have that. You’re my fuck doll, and I choose where you get fucked, got it? You don’t get to decide anything every again.”

Josh’s grip on her throat had increased as he spoke, frustrated by the insinuation that Emi could control where she was railed.

Emi’s head bounced back and forth as Josh invaded her fucking guts, penetrating her warm insides over and over. The fleshy slapping was louder in this position as Emi’s ass cheeks weren’t pulled taut, resulting in maximum clapping.

“Stupid fucking whore already forgot her place, huh?” Josh barked out, continuing his degrading charade. “Don’t worry. I have plenty of reminders left for you. Starting with this.”

Josh removed his cock from her tiny cunt and positioned it an inch higher, at the entrance of her asshole. No lube was necessary, given how Josh’s cock was already dripping wet from Emi’s multiple orgasms. He used that lubrication to press forward, burying his cockhead into her miniscule anal cavity.

Emi would’ve screamed out if she could, but Josh was currently choking her airway shut with both hands. He’d actually been doing that for a good minute by then, so her face was quickly turning from red to slightly blue. She stopped holding onto the rail for support and flailed her arms behind her, hoping to catch her owner’s attention. The chokehold was now the only thing keeping her upright.

For Josh, gripping Emi’s throat was mostly a way to anchor her body in a manageable way. The placement of his hands helped him fuck her better, so he completely forgot about her need for air. When he saw her trying to get his attention, he groaned in frustration.

Seeing that her sideways face did in fact have a slightly blue tint to it, he begrudgingly let her go. Unfortunately for Emiru, she had released her hold on the side rails, so with nothing supporting her odd angle, her body went crashing to the floor. The lack of oxygen also prevented her from being able to break her fall, since her coordination was absolutely not at peak levels.

Josh laughed as Emi landed on the side of her face. Something about a small, attractive streamer collapsing onto the floor buck naked was objectively funny. He stood there stroking his cock as he waited for Emi to come to. She was gulping for air, and her hand movements were slow.

“Yeah, that’s my bad, haha,” Josh called out, lacking any resemblance of genuine remorse. Stroking his cock didn’t make his apology more convincing either. “Wasn’t looking at your face so I didn’t really know you were going all cross-eyed like that.”

Emi could hear him, but she was too busy gasping for oxygen and trying to regain her vision.

“Gotta say though,” Josh continued, “you really look sexy when you’re cross-eyed. Plays into the whole stupid whore thing, right?”

He smirked at his own degradation. There was something especially twisted about talking down to a girl who had been completely deprived of air and was fighting to regain her own consciousness.

“Probably can’t do it multiple times a day, but I think I want to see you like this at least once. Once every day. Maybe twice. It is pretty fucking hot, and it’ll help keep you in your place. What do you think?” Josh asked, knowing there wouldn’t be a response.

All of Emi’s limbs had begun to move and the slightly pink but mostly white color had returned to her face, which was normal for her.

“Really? You think twice a day would be fine?” Josh continued, mostly just to amuse himself at this point. “Hey, you know your body’s limits. I’m just the guy who pretends to know what those limits are and constantly goes beyond them. What do I know?”

Emiru was finally able to slowly prop herself up and meet Josh’s cocky gaze. She had heard every one of his words and couldn’t believe this was real life. Josh truly was the most selfish, entitled, arrogant asshole that could have possibly walked into her home and seduced her. She wasn’t a person to him. She wasn’t something to care for. She was exactly four things: a mouth, a cunt, an asshole, and a pair of tits. That’s it.

And she wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Twice.. twice a day sounds fine.. to me, master,” she mumbled, stumbling over her words as her brain tried hard to put the sentence together. “I honestly don’t.. think I can.. take that.. daily, but if you want.. me to try, I will. It’s your call. I.. hah, I trust you, sir.”

Nothing got Josh’s cock harder than hearing those words from a girl he planned to sexually dominate over and over, with little to no regard for her well-being.

“Three times a day it is, then,” Josh announced.

“Oh, fuck, haha,” she replied, laughing at the hole she had dug herself in. “Fuck it. Why don’t we just go up to four? You like seeing me stupid and cross-eyed that much, right? Might as well.”

Josh chuckled at how well she was playing into her new role. Wobbling along the way, she stood up and walked over to him before turning around, bending over, and spreading her ass cheeks.

“I think.. I think you were fucking my asshole before I very stupidly fell over. Please.. please put your cock back inside of me. Make me useful, sir.”

Josh smiled and aimed his cock at her small, brown entrance. Never one to refuse a warm and willing hole, he pushed forward and inched his way into her ass.

“Ahh.. fuck.. you’re big,” Emi groaned as Josh’s fat cock entered her. She never thought she'd let a guy try anal with her, but now, she couldn't even imagine refusing anal with Josh. “This would be so much easier if you were an average size..”

He chuckled as the tight clench of her asshole encased his dick. There was something magical about the way Emi’s holes felt. His cock was in heaven every time he fucked her, and he wasn’t sure if it was just because she was extra tight or because she knew how to pulsate her fantastic holes around his member, but he didn’t care. He just loved the feeling.

“Yeah, you’d know a thing or two about average fucking sizes, wouldn’t you?” Josh replied with a grunt, withdrawing himself from her ass before shoving his cock back inside as deep as it could go. He began to pick up a good speed, and he grabbed a fistful of her hair to make sure she didn’t fall again.

With her head bobbing back and forth, strained by the tight grip of her hair, Emi let out a small laugh. “Ahh, fuck. Hah, you mean.. because of Miz? Haha, no.. he’s not average. He’s.. hah, below average.. he's tiny.. uh, uh, uh.. fuck, you’re so big.. he’s fucking tiny compared to you. He’s nothing compared to you.”

“Is that right?” Josh grunted back with punishing thrusts. Each one jolted her entire body forward and threatened to send her body flying off the stairs and into the air, but Josh’s hold on her hair prevented that from happening.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck..” Emi continued groaning out in small guttural exclamations. The burn had begun to turn into pleasure as her ass got used to getting pummeled by such a massive fuck tool. She was continually impressed with how quickly her body adapted to Josh’s harsh treatment. Perhaps women were made for this kind of stuff, just like Josh preached at her.

Emi suddenly reached down to rub her stomach and, to her surprise, could feel the shape of his dick slide in and out of her. Her stomach was bulging with every thrust. “You’re so fucking big! What the fuck! Oh my god.. ughhhh! Mmmm.. fuck me, fuck me, sir.. master.. whatever, I don’t care anymore! You can own me, treat me like shit! I don’t care! Just as long as you keep fucking me, ahh! Fuck me into a whore! Fuckkkkkk! Fuck! You’re so big! So much bigger than.. than my stupid.. fuck! Than my stupid boyfriend! Mm, fuck!”

Josh could hear her love for her partner shed away as their fucking became more intense. Her asshole was rapidly accommodating his cock, which made it easier to fuck her senselessly. Her entire body continued rocking back and forth in quick, violent motions. Josh couldn’t enjoy the amazing sight of Emi’s tits slapping against each other, given their position, but he could hear the fleshy slapping, which brought a smile to his face.

“You’re so much better.. so much better.. fuck! So much better.. and bigger.. and more handsome.. heh! Fuck.. fuck me! Ahhh, please.. slow down, fuck!”

“Shut the fuck up, whore,” Josh spat back. “You’ll take what I fucking give you. Take it, fucking bitch. Take my dick.”

“Mm,” Emi moaned back, remembering her place. “Of course! Ahh, ah, ah.. sorry, sir! Fuck! Do whatever you want with me! I’ll take it! I’ll take it all! Fuckkk! FUCK! You’re so fucking strong.. ahhh! Fuck! Use me.. use me however the fuck you want. I’m just a fucking toy. Your toy. Your toy to fuck.. to slap.. to choke.. fuck! Please, please.. never ever let me forget that..”

Josh’s hips slapped into her ass with vicious thrusts, impaling the adorable streamer with a constant barrage of sexual blows.

“Way ahead of you,” Josh chuckled out. “You’ll be lucky if I even let you keep your fucking name by the time I’m done here.”

Josh could feel her ass clench at this latest comment. She was already tighter than a nun, but his words emitted a physical reaction from her tiny hole.

“Oh, you like that idea, huh?” Josh continued. “Fucking taking your goddamn name away from you? Huh, whore? Maybe I’ll force you to change it to worthless cumrag. Huh? You like that? Your first name would be worthless, haha.”

Emi only moaned in response. “Mmm..”

“Or maybe stupid fucking cocksleeve. I could get used to calling you stupid instead of Emi.”

More moans. “Fuck..”

“What about braindead cunt? Huh? I think that’s a winner. Might need a middle name, though.”

Emi’s breathy moans had become more and more unstable. She could feel another orgasm building as Josh’s degrading remarks had taken a darker, more permanent turn. As much as she wanted to believe he was joking, part of her knew that he was serious, and the idea of being renamed was melting her brain.

“Fuck.. uh, I’d do it..”

“What’d you say, bitch? Speak the fuck up,” Josh barked back, slapping her ass and making her jump.

“Ah! Uh.. I just said.. I’d do it! If you wanted me to.. hah,” she replied, trying hard to speak through her building orgasm. The cock repeatedly fucking her ass was already overpowering her cognitive ability, but the degrading talk added so much more to her sexual experience. “I’ll fucking do it.. I’ll let you do whatever you want to me.. I’m fucking property. Useless.. fuck! Ahhh! Fuck! Useless, stupid property.. hah, at least.. at least with you, I’d have a use! I’d have a place! A fucking proper place for a stupid whore.. fuck! FUCK! Ahhhh! Fuckkk me!”

Josh smirked as his cock invaded her ass, prodding as deep as possible with every thrust. He could feel her body tense up and spasm into yet another orgasm, and he paused briefly to enjoy the sight, keeping his dick buried balls deep inside of her.

Emi’s body shook as it experienced a mind-blowing climax. She felt her legs give way, but Josh’s hand underneath her stomach kept her upright. She was surprised that he didn’t just let her fall, but she was thankful all the same. Her mind turned to mush as it released powerful levels of pure feel-good dopamine.

“Cum for me, fucking whore. It’s all a stupid bitch like you knows how to fucking do. Please men and orgasm while you do it. Look at you.. fucking pathetic.”

Surges of pleasure washed over her body despite the degradation. Actually, it happened because of it. Her breasts became super sensitive, her cunt was dripping onto the stairs, her asshole clenched around Josh’s perfect dick, but the pleasure also reached her goosebump-ridden arms and her curled toes. Her cheeks were flushed. She could feel how red her ears were.

Every part of her was happy. Her eyes explored the back of her skull as she mentally reset. She was experiencing pure bliss.

“Oh my god,” she said, finally coming down from her euphoric high. “Ughhhh.. that’s fucking.. oh my god, so good.. holy shit.”

Josh chuckled as he withdrew his cock from her ass. Their staircase shenanigans were coming to an end. It was time to give her a proper fucking in her bed.

Emi sat down on the stairs as Josh shifted to the side. “I didn’t know it could be like that..” she said, mostly thinking out loud.

“That’s just the start, too,” Josh replied. “I haven’t even tied you up yet. Haven’t cum inside you. Haven’t fucked you next to your boyfriend while he’s sleeping.”

Emi’s eyes shot open. “Oh my god.. we’re going to do that?” she asked with surprise and a detectable amount of excitement.

“And more,” Josh answered. “As submissive as you are, it’s going to take a lot more fucking for you to transform into the cum-addicted bimbo I want you to be.”

“Hehe, I don’t know.. I feel like I’m already there,” Emi giggled.

Josh shook his head. “I haven’t even given you a fucking facial yet.”

Emi almost nodded in agreement, but then flinched to correct him. “No, wait.. yes you did! I had cum in my eyelashes and my hair when I woke up in the tub this morning. You totally came on my face!”

“But you weren’t awake,” Josh quipped back. “So it doesn’t count.”

Emi smiled and rolled her eyes. “Oh my god, haha.. fine. I might as well get used to it, anyways. Going to be spending the rest of my life with your cum on my face, right?” she asked, almost as if she was eager to get confirmation.

“Ehh, just until I get bored of you,” Josh replied, which caused Emi to giggle.

“Of course, master. Use me and then throw me away. That’s how toys are treated, right? You use them until they’re broken, and then you get a new one. So do the same with me. Treat me exactly like how you’d treat a cheap five dollar toy,” Emi replied with a lustful glare. “What, uh.. what do you want to do next with your stupid toy, sir? How do you want to use me next?”

Josh looked at her with pure desire, his chest swelling with pride. “I want to fuck you on that pile of Kirbys in your room.”

A wide grin appeared on Emi’s face. “Oh my god, I’ve always wanted to get fucked there, haha. Let’s go!”

Josh began walking up the stairs but stopped a few steps in after he realized that Emi wasn’t following.

“Having second thoughts, slut?” Josh asked her.

Emi looked at him with the most adorable gaze he’d ever seen. “No, master. You forgot to grab my leash,” she replied, reaching up to grab a good chunk of her long hair and raising it high in the air.

A smug grin appeared on Josh’s face, stretching from ear to ear.