Morning hits hard. Fire burns between my thighs. Twenty years old. Normal. No uni today. I rise naked from tangled sheets. Full-length mirror stares back. Smooth skin everywhere. Hand slides over heavy tits. Fingers trace flat belly. Body’s flawless. Face? Too plain, too round. Heat waves outside. Open window sucks in scorching breeze. It licks my ass cheeks as I pad to the bathroom.
Simple tee-shirt clings. I park at my ancient PC. It hums and crackles. Dating site loads. Men? Easy prey with one look. But I crave specific. Older. Vicious. Since I first rubbed my clit, spread wide, dreaming of thick cock wrecking both holes. Prude in public. Uni boys bore me. Good for rings, shit for raw fucks.
The Mutation
Type: Young girl seeks mature man, 50s, very dirty. Want to add ‘big dick’? Bite tongue. Profiles flood. Early birds, these quinquas. Adventures rare. Month dry. Picky bitch. Chat. Probe descriptions. Narrow it down. Paul pops. 57. 1m80. 87kg. Balding. Manly. 16th arrondissement pad. Hosts. Wants submissive little slut. Basic. Electric.
Physical? Brunette, 1m67, 55kg, great rack. Shaved? Yes. Good girl. Crave older man owning you? Yes. Love big cocks? YES. Crude words glow on screen. You’ll get it, slut. Call now.
Heart pounds. Usually, bed. Legs wide. Fingers fly. Fantasy only. Today? Real bitch in heat. Dial. Mask number. Unknown. Risk. He picks up. Gravel voice. Pussy drips. Voice shakes.
“Hi, Léa.”
“Seeking older man?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Hotter.”
“Love domination? That’s the thrill?”
“Yes. Makes me feel… femelle.”
“You excite me, Léa. Cock stiff already. You’ll suck it deep. Obey me. Cum while I degrade you. Vicious stud with fat dick. You’ll do anything?”
“Yes,” I breathe.
Belly knots. Rough edge under silk words. Want him bad.
“Come now. Fast. Sweat? Love it. Short skirt. Blouse, no bra. Street stares. Fear turns you on. No panties. Elevator: open blouse. Ring with tits out. Posh building. Quiet. Balls full, heavy. Haven’t fucked long. Gonna use you hard.”
Nipples poke thin fabric. Men’s eyes burn. Imagine his hands. Rarely cross from chat to flesh. Fantasy fuel. Heat sweats me already. Rich hood. Money + age = my kink. Fucked in luxury? Wet dream.
Nerves electric. Intercom buzz. Elevator: art deco cage. Mirror. Buttons fly. Tits spill free. Gut twists. Own reflection slutty-hot. Body primed for ruin. Footsteps echo stairs. Blush scorches. Today: all holes his.
Door. Thick carpet swallows heels. Click. Opens. Him: tall, thick, bald pate, glasses, blue eyes. Not handsome. Perfect type. Chino tents with bulge.
The Exploit
“Enter.”
Hallway trap. Blouse rips wide. Tits appraised. “Perfect slut. Lucky day.” Tongue invades ear. Gross. Thrilling. “Fuck you all day.”
Fear spikes. Head turns.
“Whore, no quickie. Kiss.”
Lips crash. Tongues battle. I dive deep. His hand raids skirt. Smooth pussy feasts his fingers. Blouse off. Kneel forced. Zipper rasps. Cock springs. Thick. Musky. Long. Pre-cum lips.
“Suck.”
Gulp head. Throat impale. He rams. Tits mauled. “Filthy pig.” Endless. Balls licked heavy. “Stop. Cum later. Follow.”
Small rich room. Pants gone. Skirt hiked. Desk. I sprawl unasked. Legs splay. He grins. Spits cock. Tongue attacks clit. Lifts legs. Asshole rimmed smooth. Fingers invade. Two. Three.
“Gonna wreck your ass, bitch.”
Cock prods hole. Switches pussy. Endures. Sweats. Nips bitten. Suck his nubs. Grunts. Spits gash. Pounds thirty minutes. I scream raw.
“My regular whore now. Friends too. Morning wake-up sucks.”
“Yes! Own me!” Muscles clamp dick.
Pulls. Ass entry slow. Tight. One prior fuck. Spit lube. Glides in. Fear. Crave. He owns my will. Hammers ass long. Pain-pleasure roars. Never like this. Admit it. He explodes inside. I shatter. Starve-kiss. Withdraws.
“Kneel, puta.”
Mouth claims. Pump. Burn jets. “Swallow.”
Thick ropes flood throat. Endless load. Clean perfect. “Bed. Wait. Day’s young.”
Back home dusk. Uni mask on. Secret pulses. Stronger than them all. Power in surrender. Heroine shadow.