Chapter 1: Introduction
My fingers flew over the keyboard as the words poured out, my thoughts merging into caffeinated strokes. The clock said 3:12 am as my laser-focused brain toiled away in the dim light. My apartment was blanketed by a quiet hum of absolute silence except for the faint tap-tap of the keys. I worked on while the screen glowed like a hypnotic fireplace, illuminating my tired eyes.
Regardless of my exhaustion however, I couldn't be stopped. I was in the flow of it now, typing every perfect point of my proposal out at a dizzying speed. It was in times like these, with my sharped mind firing on all cylinders, when I felt as if the world was at my fingertips, as if nothing could get in my way... aaaaand, then I heard it. My concentration was completely shattered by ANOTHER text from my best, well really my only, friend, Jane. She was having yet another break-up emergency with a flavor of the month.
It had gone from, "Hey Cass, how's your latest project", to "Oh my God, Cassandra, he dumped me and I can't even", in less than an hour. It felt more like I had a second job than a friend, constantly consoling her, telling her it would be alright, then picking up the shattered pieces that inevitably resulted from her whirlwind of relationships.
But I wasn't exactly Miss Social Butterfly myself.
I preferred the company of algorithms to people, and my coffee machine to human interaction. In contrast to my rock-solid, reserved demeanor, Jane was the epitome of chaos. Her short blonde hair was a stark contrast to my long, curly brown locks, and I could still remember her wild, desperate laughter bouncing off the walls of my dorm room as she regaled me with tales of her latest escapades back in college. She had this aura around her that drew people in, and it was impossible not to be swept up in her wake.
Yet as the years passed, we found ourselves growing apart.
My world of logic and order couldn't help but clash with Jane's colorful, chaotic existence, and our disparate lifestyles started to form a barrier between us. Jane's flirtatious nature and carefree attitude was a stark contrast to my reserved, intellectual one, making our interactions increasingly less comfortable.
Besides, my work at Google was getting more demanding by the day, the novelty of working on cutting-edge technology projects no longer compensating for the countless sleepless nights and coffee-fueled days. We were just in two different worlds. Even now, as I tried to console my friend, I felt so entirely divorced from her lifestyle that I had no idea what to say to her. I had only had one boyfriend back in college and it had lasted all of one month, my take away from the experience being that I could have spent that month learning a new coding language instead. Hell, I barely even LIKED sex, meanwhile, Jane's world seemed to revolve around it.
With a sigh, I threw my hands up in a defeated gesture and glanced out of my sheer curtain to gaze at the vast and expansive skyline of San Francisco. The stars blinked and twinkled - the perfect epitome of how time just slipped away. Just then, I saw a quicksilver streak, a falling star in all its glory, arcing across the sky.
An old superstition came to my mind, an impulsive wish right as the star vanished from my sight, "I wish I could understand Jane better, help her more effectively, and just...
relate to her world." The moment I made the wish, I felt a peculiar shiver, as though something just shifted in the universe. I shook it off, attributing it to sheer exhaustion as I refocused on texting Jane back, telling her in the most empathetic way I could muster that I would help her through this.
As I hit send, I decided that perhaps I deserved a break - just ten minutes, just enough time to fill my neglected coffee mug, but, as I got up from my desk, the weight of my hours working seemed to hit me all at once. Beyond exhausted, I decided to turn in for the night, content with the work I'd gotten done.
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The next morning, my eyes snapped open as I was jolted out of a strange and vivid dream, but I shook it off as a bewildering byproduct of my subconscious mind.
I reached out to grasp the alarm clock on my bedside table, feeling it's cool and familiar surface as reality settled in. Upon hitting the alarm, however, I began noticing something wrong, something VERY wrong. As my eyes scanned my bedroom, I began to realize just how different it looked from the way it normally appeared.
My tidy, minimalist space was still mine, the dimensions of the room were certainly correct, at least, however, its style suddenly resembled the cluttered and colorful bedroom of my best friend Jane, complete with a glitter-strewn coffee table and several trashy posters on my wall. I blinked repeatedly, trying to shake off this disorienting sensation, expecting the familiar serenity of my room to return at any moment. But instead of my usual modernist black rug, I found myself staring at a fluffy, neon-pink one under my feet.
Disbelief washed over me, and I looked down at myself. I gasped.
My body was unmistakably mine - tall, elegant, and curvy, with my long, curly brown hair loosely cascading down my shoulders. But the rest of me... my mind couldn't comprehend it. I was wearing the exact same outfit I had worn to bed the night before: a simple white t-shirt and a pair of black boxer shorts. Yet there was a twist: The sheer, translucent material of the top exposed a generous expanse of cleavage, and the shorts were actually thong underwear.
The thought made an uncomfortable chill run down my spine, and I quickly crossed my arms over my chest, making sure the shirt covered a little more of me than it previously did. What on earth was going on? I wouldn't wear a shirt like this. And I didn't think I even OWNED any thongs.
But as my mind reeled from the bewildering sensory information, I suddenly noticed something that made my heart sink.
On the bedside table, next to the unfamiliar alarm clock, sat my smartphone. I didn't usually keep it so close to me, preferring to go with more of an out of sight out of mind approach when it came to putting my phone away before bed. I instinctively reached for it, glancing down at the lockscreen. It was open and illuminated, with a set of notifications displayed that made my breath catch in my throat.
1 NEW MESSAGE FROM TOM 4:15 AM
Who the hell was Tom? And why did he message me at four in the morning?
As my eyes flicked through his message, my stomach tightened.
"Aye Cassi u still up babe?"
The way he spelled my name, the informality of the message, it all indicated someone who felt comfortable interacting with me in a very intimate way. And I, a woman who spent most of her time calculating server loads or coding complex datasets, had never allowed a man to feel comfortable around me like that.
My mind whirled, consumed with the unknown. Why was this happening? Who was this 'Tom'?
I scrolled up further on my phone, desperate for answers, and stopped short when I tapped on Jane's contact, as my eyes were met with a message from Jane from around a week ago. "Hey Cass, help me find a new bf at the bar tonight? I'll introduce you to my friend Tom. He's hot af, and we both kno u need the D ;)"
A thousand thoughts and questions buzzed in my mind like a swarm of bees. What shocked me even more, however, was the response I'd supposedly sent to this message.
"Sure thing babes, I'm always down for a wild night ;) Can't wait to meet Tom in the flesh, and maybe more ;)"
Nausea washed over me as I reread the message again and again. I couldn't believe it. I had apparently sent this incredibly personal, sexual message. I had promised to attend a bar with Jane and meet some guy she thought was attractive just for a one night stand? That wasn't like me at all, not to mention the fact that I had no memory of such an event. Shaking my head, I quickly padded into my bathroom to splash a bit of whatever onto my face.
As I pulled my head up from the sink and observed my reflection in the mirror with proper lighting, I noticed even more changes than the ones I'd picked up on sitting in the bed.
My lips were plump, almost pillowy, and faint bruises ran along my neck that hadn't been present before. A few of them looked to be hickeys, but I could also make out the shape of fingers, suggesting I'd been choked.
With a flood of dread, my mind formed a picture of myself with some faceless stranger, his hands wrapped so tightly around my neck that I'd be left with a mark. And then, even worse, the inevitable act that would typically follow - the rough, frenzied coupling of two people who barely knew each other, if at all. I gagged at the thought of such a vile and unsanitary scenario polluting my body.
I could hardly stomach it. Pushing the thought from my mind, I continued scrutinizing my reflection in the mirror. I was wearing a full face of makeup, and it looked like I had a stud in the side of my nose.
I felt revolted. Turning my attention back to my much puffier lips, I reached a hand up to touch them, noticing immediately that they didn't feel natural. Lip injections.
I was definitely getting lip injections. It wasn't like me to alter my body for the sake of attention, but it seemed this version of me definitely had been. Pulling my eyes from my face, I decided to get a better look at my body.
I peeled off my t-shirt and underwear, wincing as I stepped out of the trashy thong.
I was immediately slapped in the face with the sight before me. It was still my body, but, just as with my face and my wardrobe, it looked to be a much trashier version of it.
Again, the implants were obvious: my taut, firm breasts stood out against my pale skin, with fat, juicy nipples stiffening at the cool air of the bathroom. I could still see the faint scars around my nipples as well. Apparently, I had also gotten nipple piercings - more changes I'd made to my body without my knowledge or control. Reaching up, I decided to feel my now enhanced breasts.
They felt foreign and unnatural to me, heavier and rounder compared to my usual soft, girlish frame. I shuddered, pulling my eyes away from their enticing curves. I was met with further surprises as my eyes moved down from my chest.
My stomach was flat, surprisingly toned, and adorned with a few tattoos. Above my bellybutton lay a sensual rose, while my hip bone sported the scripted words "Carpe Noctem". My heart began to race as I realized that my body had been completely transformed into something unrecognizable.
Pushing myself further towards the mirror, I studied my hips, legs, and ass. Okay, yeah, I definitely had a BBL.
My ass was now perky, plump and so unbelievably firm, it stood out like an alien orifice tacked onto my body. Not my style at all. I blanched as I also noticed a tattoo sitting in the small of my lower back, a tramp stamp.
It was an ornate, butterfly with the words "sex kitten" written above it.
My stomach churned as I processed the image.
"What fresh hell is this?" I whispered to my reflection, my voice trembling.
The changes to my body appeared to keep going as I moved even lower.
My pussy was now pierced, with a shiny silver barbell between my swollen lips. And fuck were they swollen.
I couldn't help but stare at the sight as I ran my fingers down my labia, teasing my sensitive clit that had grown twice, even three times, its original size.
I could feel the juices trickling down my inner thighs, tingling, yearning to be licked and tongued by the long, agile tongue of.... who?
Fuck, what the fuck am I doing? I thought as I quickly pulled my hand up and instinctively licked it clean.
The taste of my own arousal made the heat rise in my cheeks. It was something I didn't recognize, but the rush of hormones seeping through me was impossible to ignore. Shaking my head, I decided to look back through the clothing that my new self had in her wardrobe.
Maybe there was something closer to the style I favored waiting for me. Unfortunately, I had no such luck.
Every piece of clothing I pulled out was sluttier than the last. Lace bodysuits, tiny denim shorts, and halter tops, to name a few. I couldn't believe what I was looking at. The best I could find was a pink crop top that was tight but didn't have a plunging neckline at the very least, and a pair of denim shorts that stopped at the top of my thighs.
I quickly changed and looked at myself in the mirror. I was barely recognizable. I looked beyond trashy in the outfit, and the whole look wasn't helped by the high ponytail I'd used to avoid styling my now longer hair.
I sighed and turned away from the mirror, resigned to the fact that this was the best I could do for now.
As I left the bathroom, I noticed my phone still laying on the bedside table. I quickly picked it up and swiped it open, desperately hoping for some sort of logical explanation for what was happening. Instead, I just found more questions.
My most recent call was from Jane, and it was less than an hour ago. I held my breath as I listened to her voicemail message:
"Hey, Cass, so listen. I just wanted to check in and make sure we're still on for the club tonight! I know you've been dying to get out more now that your titties are finished healing from the surgery , so let's show off those knockers and that fat ass, ok hun? Text me back when you're ready"
My heart skipped a beat as I heard the message. My God, it's as if this entire situation had become a fever dream. What was this new, sex-crazed me getting embroiled in? Suddenly, I had an idea. I decided to go onto my Facebook account to get more information on this new version of myself.
The first two things I noticed on the page were that this version of me wasn't an employee at Google and she didn't have her doctorate, in fact, she hadn't even gone to Stanford.
She went to community college and was taking online courses in Computer Science. My stomach twisted in knots as I processed the fact that I was no longer the accomplished, prestigious woman I'd worked so hard to become. That begged the question though, how the fuck could I afford the same apartment I'd had as a Google employee? Not to mention all the surgeries this version of me had gotten done. Scrolling down, I took at the job section of the account.
There was a slew of various jobs, but the majority of them were as a waitress or bartender. Waitress? That didn't explain anything. Then, I saw the linktree in my profile description. I had a fucking OnlyFans.
The realization hit me like a truck. For the first time since I opened my Facebook, I was speechless. I let out an incredulous laugh, staring at the profile picture of me holding up a pair of DDs for my horde of leering, desperate followers. I looked as if I were desperately clinging to this fucked-up version of myself, trying to reassure myself that my fucked-up choices were going to be worth it in the end.
It all clicked like a macabre, NSFW jigsaw puzzle in my mind. I looked through my OnlyFans page with disgust.
The pictures and videos of my heavily modified body on display, some inviting attention, others showing explicit sexual acts. My cheeks burned with shame as I realized the kind of business I'd been conducting.
Suddenly, I was distracted by a knock at my door.
It gave me a start, snapping me out of my horrified daze as I glanced at the clock. 9:30 am. Who the fuck was here that early in the morning?
I shakily set down my phone and tiptoed towards the door.
"Who is it?" I asked, trying my best to sound stern and intimidating.
"Cassi! It's me Alex, you already forget about our plans?" The man said with a condescending chuckle.
I hesitated for a moment, contemplating whether or not to let him in. I didn't know this man, but it seemed this new version of myself did. I really didn't want to open the door, but I knew if I didn't, things would only get messier later on.
With a shaky hand, I slowly turned the handle and swung the door open.
Standing in front of me was the epitome of male perfection - chiseled jaw, six-pack abs, piercing blue eyes and a confident smirk. He was dressed in a fitted white t-shirt and a pair of ripped jeans that hugged his muscular thighs tightly. He looked like he had just stepped out of a magazine cover, and I couldn't help but feel a twinge of desire for him.
God, I hated myself for it. I had always prided myself on being strong, capable, and in control. Yet here I was, gaping at a man I had never met before, letting my body react in ways that felt completely alien to me.
I was relieved that I had managed to maintain an ounce of decorum, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to keep my cool. As I locked eyes with him, I could feel a heat building within me, growing hotter with every second we stared at each other.
"Well?" Alex asked with a smirk, closing the distance between us.
I could smell the alcohol on his breath, mixed with a distinct smell of smoke that didn't seem to bother me as much as it should have.
"I..I don't know," I stammered, swallowing hard as he step closer to me. It was clear he wasn't going to go away until he got what he wanted.
"You did forget. God, you know, you're lucky you're hot babe." He said with another laugh.
"But don't worry, I can refresh your memory." His voice was low, and there was a hint of danger in it that made me irrationally anxious.
Before I could react, Alex had stepped into my apartment, grabbing me by the waist and pulling me close. I could feel his erection pressing against me, and the sensation of his hard length sent waves of desire crashing through my traitorous body. My hands rested on his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin through the thin material of his t-shirt.
His arms encircled my waist, holding me tight against his body. I could feel his heartbeat pounding faster and faster, matching the racing of my own. My breath caught in my throat as he leaned down, his lips closing roughly around mine.
His tongue darted inside my mouth, exploring, tasting, invading. I could feel the rough sandwich of stubble on his chin against my skin as he kissed me, the smell of alcohol and cigarette smoke filling my senses.
His hands were on my ass, squeezing and kneading the flesh as he ground himself against me. My body was betraying my mind, responding to his touch with an aching desire. I felt a deep blush spreading across my face and neck as I realized I was getting turned on by this stranger.
As he deepened the kiss, I could feel his hand sneaking between us, headed for the bottom of my crop top. He broke the kiss and looked at me with an arrogant smirk.
"How about we take this out of the living room?" He motioned towards the hallway, his hand still on my ass.
My mind was racing as he led me down the dimly lit hallway. Had I made a mistake? Was it too late to turn back now? I could feel my body pushing back against his and it was hard to deny the urge that surged through me.
He pulled me into one of the spare bedrooms, shoving me against the wall. His hands slid up my body, grabbing for the cropped top, and yanking it up over my head.
I wasn't wearing a bra, and my newly-enhanced breasts bounced free. His eyes fixating on them hungrily.
"God, you look amazing." He murmured, palming my tit with rough dominance as his mouth descended on mine once more.
His lips were fierce but strangely desperate as he kissed me, teeth clashing aggressively against mine. My hands reached up to grasp at his shoulders, unsure of whether I was trying to push him away or hold him tighter. I couldn't deny the effect his touch had on me.
My arousal was out of control, and despite my protestations, I knew that, in reality, I wanted this. Pushing against his hold, I maneuvered myself so that I straddled his waist, grinding myself hard against his erection. Alex let out a growl of pure animalistic desire, oblivious to my hesitation, and gripped me tighter. He looked at my chest with a wicked grin as he momentarily pulled back from me. "God those new tits look amazing baby. I can't believe the doctor made us wait a month before we could start fucking again"
Alex groaned as he gripped my breasts in his rough hands, giving them an appreciative squeeze.
"Mmmhmm" I murmured, barely able to form words as I ground myself against his erection. "They're so fucking firm too, Jesus" he said, as his hands ran over the implants, kneading them in a way that made me squirm.
"We'll have to try them out later on, you naughty little slut" Alex growled. Slowly, he pulled me away from the wall, allowing my feet to touch the floor for the first time in minutes. "Now, why don't you step out of those shorts for me, and give me a show while you're at it babydoll" Alex commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Despite myself, I slowly took a step back and reached for the waistband of my shorts, eager to follow his orders. As I hooked my fingers into the small denim clothing I remembered his words, "give me a show." It was absurd to even think of doing such a thing for him, but my body didn't seem to care about rational thoughts. The sheer desire and arousal coursing through my brain and my body overpowered my mind. I turned so my enhanced ass was facing him, bending over to slowly peel the denim shorts down my legs. As soon as the shorts were left in a pool at my feet I steadily began shaking my ass back and forth, unsure of how I knew how to do what I was doing. Before I knew it my hands were on my knees and I was bouncing my ass to the beat of a rap song in my head, full on twerking.
My new, bigger ass cheeks jiggled and bounced with wild abandon. I felt the eyes of Alex on my every move.
"Goddamn you're a dirty little slut," Alex grunted behind me.
I responded to his comment by shaking my ass even harder, embarrassment flooding my brain as I realized after a few moments that I could hear the sound of my cheeks clapping together.
The sensation of his heated gaze grazing over my body only intensified the eroticism of the movements.
"Oh God, Cassi. You look beautiful," Alex said, his voice laced with a hint of awe as he stared at my swaying rear.
I slowed my movements, feeling my body begin to tire, but I could feel the ache between my thighs growing stronger with each second. Just as I started slowing down, however, I felt a hard slap against my ass, the sound echoing throughout the room.
I gasped at the sudden pain, but my pussy throbbed with pleasure.
Alex slapped my ass again, the sound becoming a sick pleasure that shot throughout my body. My clit throbbed to a harsh beat. The sound of skin against skin filled the empty bedroom as Alex spanked me again and again, his hands leaving a burning sting on my sensitive cheeks. Each sharp smack made me gasp and moan, my body trembling.
I couldn't believe I was enjoying this, but my traitorous pussy was now dripping wet, and the pain only added to the intense pleasure coursing through my veins. Alex's hand struck my ass again and again, leaving it hot and swollen. I felt the throbbing pain mix with a perverse pleasure that left me breathless, begging for more.
"You like that, don't you?" Alex's voice was low and husky, sending a shiver down my spine.
"Is that what you want? More?"
He didn't wait for an answer before delivering another sharp slap to my flesh. I yelped, my ass burning with a mix of pain and pleasure. I couldn't believe this was happening, but I couldn't deny that I wanted more. My clit throbbed to the same rhythm as his spanking, my pussy becoming wetter with each passing moment.
"Yes, more," I moaned, my voice barely recognizable to my own ears.
I was panting heavily, my body trembling with pleasure as Alex continued the sweet punishment of my poor, red ass. I couldn't believe I was enjoying this, but my body knew what it wanted - and it desperately desired more.
Without a word, Alex's hand slid between my thighs, finding my pussy soaking wet and ready for him. I moaned again as he began to roughly rub my aching clit, the sensation making me feel like I would explode with ecstasy any second.
"You fucking love this, don't you, whore?" Alex said, his voice harsh as he played with my labia piercing.
My body tensed at the contact, my pussy throbbing with desire as his fingers pressed and tugged at it. "Y-yes," I stammered, embarrassed that I'd been so willing to just enjoy this. Yet, the fire burning in my core was too intense to ignore. "Yes, yes I do love it," I whimpered.
A wide grin spread across Alex's face, a hint of victory shining in his eyes. "Turn around bitch, and get on yours knees, I wanna put those lip injections I paid for to good use" he commanded sharply.
I obeyed his instructions without a word of protest. Shifting my hips, I slowly turned around until I was facing him once more. Sliding to the floor, my shaking hands found their way underneath my breasts, giving them an appreciative squeeze before letting them go.
With hooded eyes, I watched as Alex pulled his erection free from his jeans. The length of it was intimidating, and I couldn't help but stare as a drop of precum glistened at the tip.
"Suck it," Alex demanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.
My heart raced as I leaned forward, my lips parting as I took the head of his cock into my mouth. His moan of pleasure filled the room as I began to suck, swirling my tongue around his shaft. I felt like I was in a trance as I took more of him into my mouth, my hands reaching up to grip his hips.
I could feel his fingers running through my hair, gripping me tightly as he began to thrust in and out of my mouth.
The taste of his cock was strangely appealing, and I could feel my pussy growing wetter as his moans grew louder. My own body was trembling with desire, desperate for him to ease the throbbing ache between my thighs.
"Fuck, your mouth feels so good," Alex groaned, his hips thrusting harder and faster.
I could hardly breathe around his length, my own moans of pleasure muffled by his cock. I desperately wanted him to fuck me, but instead, I could only wrap my tongue around him, swallowing him down as far as I could.
His fist tangled in my hair as he fed himself to me, grunting with satisfaction as I worked him deeper. I eagerly took him as far as I could, enjoying the salty taste of his pre-cum as I released him from my mouth, only to take him back in again.
"You like that, slut?" Alex growled, gripping my hair even tighter.
I nodded, moaning around his length as he continued to fill my mouth. I could feel myself starting to become desperate, aching for him to quench my thirst. I was so focused on taking him deeper and deeper that I was surprised when a light suddenly hit my face. Looking up, I immediately saw that it was from the front facing camera on Alex's phone. He was filming me. I should have been pissed. I should have been ashamed. I should have been mortified; but, strangely, I wasn't. With embarrassment I quickly realized that the only reaction this body had to being filmed... was a desire to perform. This version of me, I wanted to do this on camera. I immediately started sucking him even more hungrily than before.
My hands gripped his ass cheeks, pulling him towards me as I plunged my mouth deeper onto his cock. I felt his fingers creep up into my hair, pulling on it roughly as he let out a guttural moan.
"Fuck Cassie, you love this, don't you?" Alex gruffed, thrusting his hips forward and back in a rapid tempo. I didn't answer, only continuing to suck him with even more fervor.
"You're such a nasty whore, aren't you?" he said, his breath rapid and shallow now.
I nodded, my mind focused solely on this pleasure I craved. I felt his grip in my hair loosen slightly as he roughly began to thrust deeper into my mouth. His hands gripped my head, holding it in place as he continued to pump his cock in and out of my mouth.
I gagged slightly as he hit the back of my throat, but I didn't pull away. I took this pleasure, this filthy pleasure, and I reveled in it. I could feel the sweat glistening on my skin as his every thrust filled me with raw, unbridled excitement. I shot my eyes up at the camera, staring into it as he face fucked me.
I felt a strange connection to it, almost as if it was a third partner. The thrill of doing something this dirty, this filthy, only served to turn me on more. My body responded accordingly, my legs splayed open and my pussy aching for his cock.
Alex grunted, his eyes fluttering shut as he thrust harder and faster into my mouth. I could feel him start to swell inside my mouth, and in spite of the excitement building in my loins, I knew what was coming.
Moments later, I felt his orgasm coursing through my lips as he filled my mouth with hot, sticky semen. I stared into the camera once again, opening my mouth wide so it would capture the mouthful of cum, before I made a show of swallowing it.
I smiled up at Alex, still kneeling at his feet, and watched as his eyes darkened with a renewed hunger for me.
"Goddamn, you look amazing on your knees. Get up and bend over the bed." he commanded.
My heart raced in my chest as I rose to my feet and complied with Alex's demand. I moved to the edge of the bed, my heart pounding wildly in my chest as I bent over and stuck my ass up in the air. I looked back at Alex, watching as his gaze lingered on my still stinging cheeks.
He seemed pleased with the display I'd put on for him.
He walked towards me and knelt behind me, his breathing heavy. I could feel his hands on my waist, and I knew what was coming next.
His fingers brushed across my warm, wet folds, and I let out a soft moan. I could feel my pussy contracting around his touch, ached to be filled again.
"You're so wet for me," Alex whispered into my ear, his voice husky with lust.
I whined in response, my hips bucking against his hand.
My body was so sensitive, every touch sending shivers of pleasure rushing through me.
Alex grinned devilishly, leaning forward to lick the damp spot of arousal on my thigh.
"Oh God, yes," I gasped, my heart racing as his tongue teased me.
He smiled wickedly, pausing just long enough for me to realize that I had just begged for his tongue.
"What's the matter, Cassi?" he asked, his voice dripping with mock concern.
"Do you want me to stop?"
He knew I didn't. He was teasing me, getting off on making me beg.
And I did beg.
"No, please...don't stop."
My voice was shaking as I spoke, the anticipation overwhelming. I needed him to touch me, to make me come undone with his tongue and his cock.
Without waiting for another word, Alex dived into me. His tongue swirled around my clit, teasing and tantalizing me with each flick of his tongue.
His hands gripped my hips tightly, pulling me closer to him as he continued his assault on my pussy. I could feel myself building quickly towards my release, my moans becoming louder and more desperate.
"Oh fuck, Alex! Yes! Right there!" I cried out, my body writhing underneath him.
He chuckled wickedly, his breath ghosting against my sensitive skin. "You like that, don't you slut?" he growled, pulling his tongue away from me as his fingers plunged deep inside me.
I cried out at the sudden intrusion, my pussy clenching around his fingers as I arched my back in instinctual pleasure.
" fuck, you're so fucking wet," he whispered into my ear, his breath warm against my cheek.
His fingers moved inside me in a "come here" motion, and I nearly lost it then and there. I felt my orgasm building inside of me, my muscles tightening in anticipation of the impending release.
But Alex wasn't done with me yet.
Just as I reached the edge, Alex pulled his fingers out of me, laughing as he took a few steps back from where I laid face down ass up on the bed.
As soon as he pulled his fingers out of me I started whining like a kid who just found out they weren't gonna allowed to have dessert.
"Alex please, please fucking fuck me!!" I begged, my voice unbearable to my own ears.
Alex grinned wickedly, standing upright as he looked down at me. The gaze he gave me was full of of dominant desire, and I hung on his every word.
"You want it, baby?" he asked, his footsteps echoing as he approached the bed.
I looked over my shoulder at him, my pussy throbbing in anticipation. I could see the hunger in his gaze and I knew he was going to give me exactly what I wanted.
"Yes, please," I begged, spreading my legs further apart and arching my back.
Alex's eyes darkened, and he finally gave in to my pathetic begging. He moved between my legs and positioned his hard cock at my entrance.
"You're gonna be a good little slut for me, aren't you?" he growled, his hands gripping my hips tightly.
"Tell me you'll be a good little slut for me, and I'll fuck you like the dirty whore you are."
My heart raced with excitement as I felt his cock tease my entrance. I was beyond desperate for him to fill me, to ease the throbbing ache that only he could satiate.
"Yes, yes I'll be a good little slut," I panted, my voice weak with need.
It was all the invitation Alex needed to plunge deep inside me.
His cock filled me to the brim, and I gasped as I adjusted to his thickness.
"Fuck you feel good darling," he groaned, his hips beginning to move in a primal rhythm.
The feel of him against my g-spot was electrifying, and I could already feel myself nearing the tipping point. Alex pulled out of me almost all the way and thrust forward again, making my pussy clench tighter around him.
I felt his powerful thrusts deep inside me, my walls gripping onto his dick as he pounded me mercilessly. My hips bucked back against his powerful thrusts, my moans of pleasure filling the room.
"God, Cassie, you're so fucking tight," Alex rasped out as he continued his assault on my body.
I gritted my teeth, my pussy practically erupting as he hit my g-spot over and over again. Each scorching thrust sent waves of pleasure pulsing through my body, my mind clouded with pleasure.
It was after around a minute of him pounding my pussy when I heard the sound of the obscenities I didn't even realize I'd been saying. " Fuck, yeah... oh fuck... fuck!"; I could feel myself spiraling into an intense orgasm. My hands clamped onto the sheets, my back arching as I screamed my orgasm out into the night. Alex's hands gripped my hips tightly, pounding me mercilessly as he also reached his own climax.
My eyes fluttered open, my vision blurred from the intense orgasm that had washed over me. I could feel Alex's cum pouring out of my now fully sated pussy, and I let out a contented sigh.
I didn't move from my position, not even when I heard Alex withdrawing himself from me and getting dressed.
He walked over to the camera, still on the tripod, and hit the stop button. He then walked to my side and gently ran his hand down my back, tracing a line down to my ass.
"You're amazing, you know that?" Alex said as he massaged my sore ass.
I hummed contentedly, feeling my muscles relaxing. I closed my eyes, not wanting to think too much about what had just happened between us.