File Number 286

*All characters in this story are 18 years or older*

I do all of it for him. I hate doing it, and I wish I could coerce him into something more modest, but he doesn't seem to want to do much else when we're alone. He doesn't let me have friends over because then we won't be alone. He wants us to be alone as much as we can, and he still does it for every minute we're alone. God, he is so addicted to me.

If I am being fair, I do like it a lot, and I do want it and crave it sometimes, but the truth is, I wish there was more to our relationship than sex. I like it but I hate it. It would explain why I act like a little slut for him. He loves the act. I remember the day he plugged me with the biggest load.

We had been together for almost a year and both were having a good time.

That day, I had walked into his room, he had the house to himself - and me. He had not known I was there, and it had scared him when I opened the door to him masturbating. My long, black hair, pale make-up and bright red lipstick seemed to make me look pretty enough for him. I walked into the room, wearing nothing but a short blouse and a translucent, baby blue thong. I walked out in front of his bed, facing the window the door opened directly to. There was a table a small way past the bed, a short one. I lean down over it to retrieve this small toy that he had stolen from me. I leaned sexually, exposing my buttocks and thighs. He continued to masturbate and faster.

Suddenly, I turned to face him, spit onto the vibrator, and began to push it inside of me. He just watched me, as I toyed with it, increasing the settings gradually. Finally having enough, I leaned sluttily over the bed and crawled onto it. I crawled until I was just inches away from his large, beautiful cock. I teased him, though. I ran my finger in circles around the head, slobbered onto it, and licked it gingerly. Once he had finally lost it, which was what I was waiting for, he shoved my head onto it, filling my throat and mouth. He kept pushing and pulling my head, and we were enjoying it equally.

I pulled away, and I saw that he had realized that the vibrator was still on full power inside of me. He grabbed my small body and flipped me around, revealing my still-smooth cheeks and genitals. He caressed the inside of my thighs so gently, I almost came from the combination. He lurched forward and began to rub his cock over my anus. He had not penetrated, now, but only rubbed on it. I pulled myself up just a bit then pushed down, letting his head pierce me where the vibrator was still pulsating. He pushed himself inward, and I could feel all nine inches, plus the three of the vibrator, push up my anus.

I had tried desperately to hold myself up, but the sudden sensation had forced me to fall. He had grasped my hips and thrust into me, continuously pumping me. I could feel him in my stomach, and it was making me so much more aroused than I already had been. He grabbed my shoulders and pulled me up so that we were both vertical. He fucked me in that position for a while, and I was so strongly felt. He threw me down sideways and fucked me while spooning me, which had felt amazing. Finally, he had lifted me again and fucked me vertically parallel again, but this time standing up in front of a body mirror. I could see my small body against his, my asshole clenching his manly penis, and my steel-hard cock bouncing up and down. I had finally began ejaculating, and I suppose the resulting clench drove him to ejaculate as well. He pulled from me, flipped me around, dropped me, then filled my throat with his semen.

I swallowed it joyfully, the warm goo lubricating the passageway of food, air, and cum. It was so warm, I had almost maintained the erection for another minute... but no... we panted, laying together on the floor and watching the ceiling until he started laughing. I had asked him what was so humorous to him but he just kept laughing. Then he told me that it was funny to him how he had been startled from me walking in on him masturbating, yet he'd just roughly tossed my salad without hesitation. I didn't think it was as funny as he did, but I did smile.

That was life before it all had changed. Now that was basically every day, except without the walking in on him masturbating, instead it's him walking up to me and fucking me whenever he pops a boner... but anyways that's my story and I'm sticking to it.