“If I get to choose, then please fuck me,” she said, standing up and bending over. She pulled down her plaid skirt to reveal no panties and a fresh pair of thigh high stockings. “After I left you, I skipped off to the mall and bought a few more pairs, just for you.”
“Good girl,” I said, stepping behind her and slapping her firm ass.
“I’m happy you like,” she giggled, and wiggled her ass. God, was she hot and slutty, but she didn’t have a lot upstairs… so she’d likely become my schooltime Mrs. Dieks… someone I could just drop my load into whenever I needed any old hole to fuck. I know that sounds crass and a little too much like my old man, but it was the truth. But on the other hand, she wasn’t quite as low on the totem pole as Mrs. Dieks, since she’d had enough pluck to stand up to Ethan for me. Like I told her, it wasn’t necessary, but I still appreciated it.
“Ah, but I think it’s you who likes,” I said, sounding as dumb as she did while I was saying it, as I slid into her pussy.
“Oh, yes Kevin, I fucking love your dick,” she moaned as I filled her pussy.
“You understand that I expect you to be available whenever I summon you,” I said as I slammed into her.
“Summon?” she asked with a wild moan.
“You really are a dumb slut,” I said as I roughly fucked her… grabbing her ponytail.
“Oh God, I love being your dumb slut,” she moaned, too dumb even to know I was putting her down.
“‘Summon’ means that whenever I want to drop a load, I’ll text you and you’ll come to me immediately,” I explained with a sigh.
“Oh, I certainly will,” she replied, although I wasn’t sure if she meant she’d come to meet me or she’d have an immediate orgasm.
“Do you want to be my cum bucket slut?” I asked as I slammed into her.
“Yesssss,” she moaned, her orgasm already imminent just from a few deep, hard thrusts… the magic of my big, fat cock.
“Then say the words,” I ordered, pulling out of her, expecting to hear a desperate response.
“Oh, Kevin, shove that fat cock back in my pussy,” she pleaded, looking back at me with lust she couldn’t be faking… making me think we could make a pretty damn authentic porn flick.
“No, I meant make me a pledge,” I rephrased it, slapping her ass with my hard cock.
“Okay, got it. Kevin, I promise always to be your slutty cum bucket, and you can use me anytime you want,” she promised.
“Which will eventually include your asshole,” I warned.
“I’m sure you’ll tear it apart, but I’ll do it for you anyway,” she said, her lust still making decisions for her… the glazed look in her eyes was something I was getting used to. “Now, please. Shove that fat cock deep in my pussy!”
I generously did as she requested.
“Oooooooh, fuck!” Amber screamed loud enough to wake the dead… I hoped it wasn’t also loud enough for us to get caught.
“Come, you dirty whore,” I ordered as I fucked her furiously.
“Oh God, Kevin, oh fuck, oh fuck, yes, fuck, yes,” she babbled before screaming even louder when her orgasm tore through her petitely perfect body.
Feeling her wetness flooding all over my cock as I slid in and out of her had my balls ready to erupt, and after another dozen or so thrusts I pulled out and spun her around, whereupon she quickly dropped to her knees and opened her mouth like the trained slut she already was.
“Give me your load, Kevin,” she begged, offering me her face.
“You want my load spurting all over your pretty face?”
“Yes, coat my face with your cum,” she agreed, looking up at me with adoring lust… even after her orgasm, which was still sending aftershocks of pleasure through her. She was still completely enamoured of my cock.
“Oh yeah, take it, slut,” I ordered as I erupted all over her… some going in her hair, most of it on her face, and a little on her dress.
“Holy shit!” said a shocked voice from behind me.
I looked around and saw Cherry staring at us in complete shock.
Before Amber could turn her head or speak, I slid my cock back into her mouth and ordered, “Clean me up, slut.”
“What the fuck are you doing?” Cherry squealed.
“What’s it look like? I’m using my slut,” I answered, as to my surprise, Amber resumed bobbing… meaning my cock was more important to her than her reputation.
“Not you, jackass,” Cherry said in disgust. “Amber, stop that!”
I pulled out of Amber’s mouth and ‘just happened to’ give Cherry an excellent look at my cock. “Like what you see?”
She scoffed, even though it was obvious she was mightily impressed by what she saw between my legs, “Yeah… I mean no!”
“Cherry, I can explain,” Amber said, standing up.
“You can explain why you’re sucking a nerd’s dick, taking a facial, and letting him call you a slut?”
“You forgot to mention I fucked her too,” I added, holding my body sideways to her, which gave her the best view of both the length and girth of my impressive member.
“Cherry, I have a perfect explanation. His dick is amazingly big, and he really knows how to fuck. The end,” Amber said, remaining on her knees with my load all over her face.
“Jesus Christ, Amber,” Cherry shouted. “You’re committing social suicide!”
“Have you even looked at his dick?” Amber demanded. “It’s fucking awesome! I can’t resist it and neither should you.”
“Yes, take a good look, Cherry,” I said, confidence oozing from me… knowing from experience a couple of good peeks would awaken a side of her she couldn’t control… or at least that had been my experience ever since my big, fat cock discovery.
“Yeah, it’s big; so what?” Cherry said, glancing down at it and not showing any of the reverence every other woman had given it… usually at first glance… which was usually with utter fascination and lust.
“Only big? It’s fucking huge,” Amber objected to Cherry damning me with faint praise, and not at all embarrassed to be caught in flagrante with nerdy me, which was a pleasant change when I was at school. “And it’s so fucking fat, it really fills me up.”
“Amber, it’s only a dick,” Cherry argued, apparently still not impressed, even though she did take another glance at it… this time for a bit longer. “And the main thing is he’s pitifully beneath your social status.”
Despite her dissing me, my confidence was at an all-time high, and sensing she was hiding some intrigue behind her facade of I’m-better-than-anyone, I strolled over to give her a much better look at my dick. “Want to see it closer up?”
“God, no,” Cherry grimaced in disgust, even though she hadn’t even glanced at the nearby presentation.
“No, you really do want to,” I disagreed, not at all discouraged since she and her friends had been judging me for my entire life, so that expression on her face was forever engrained in my memories. But the new me wasn’t backing down. I smirked just like her boyfriend had smirked at me earlier, saying, “I know for a fact I’m much bigger than your tiny-dicked boyfriend.”
“Excuse me?” Cherry asked.
“I mean there’s no way you could possibly get off from Ethan’s tiny dick,” I said. “Fuck, anything that size shouldn’t even be called a dick! It might qualify as a cocktail sausage, but no better than that”
“Now you’ve done it! When I tell him what you just said, he’s gonna kill you,” Cherry threatened.