"As soon as you beg me for it," I replied flippantly.
"Please, please fuck me," she begged, bending her head
down close to mine. "Please give me your cock. Please. I'll
do anything for it. Anything for you. Just make me your
slut. Your fuck slut, that's what I'll be. Fuck me with your
big, long cock and I'll be your slave. Please. Your whore
slave. Just call me and I'll be your fuck slut. Please..."
Frankly, I hadn't expected that. Who knew that she
even knew or would use words like that. But it worked. The
feeling of power turned me on so much that I immediately
pushed her to the ground and plunged my cock into her steamy
slit. I fucked her like an animal. Soon, though, it became
apparent that Jess wasn't feeling it like I was.
"More, baby, more," she gasped to me, increasingly
demanding. "Not enough. Not like last time. Give it to me
hard. Make your fuck slut scream. Not like last time. I need
more!"
She wanted more? I gave it to her, opening her nerve
endings to a greater level of pleasure. Immediately her face
lit up and she grew more animated, thrashing around as
though in the throes of rapture. We came simultaneously,
each spurt of my cum sending her off into another wave of
orgasm. She calmed down only after I pulled my flaccid cock
from her still steamy cunt. When she bent her head to lick
me clean, and continued to try and get me hard again, I
finally realized that we had a problem.
Obviously, Jess was addicted to fucking. And not just
any fucking. She was addicted to the enhanced experience I
gave her by boosting her chemicals and opening her nerve
endings. I definitely hadn't been prepared for this
situation. How could too much stimulation be bad for a
person? Then it dawned on me. It was just the same as if I'd
given her drugs. That's when I really started to feel bad,
despite the fact that she was earnestly sucking on my cock
at the time. I'd gotten Jess addicted. Now how was I going
to fix this?
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