I had been feeling rather grouchy and frustrated lately. All my friends seemed to notice it as well. I didn't know why exactly, but everything was going great. Joey had even bought me some flowers recently while out shopping. He always did such random and sweet things. I was happy, but I also wasn't, and I didn't understand why.
Joey and I had been going at it using this new position for a bit now, and he was over the moon with joy. I... I am glad he's happy. I really, truly am...
But I couldn't get over how frustrated I was feeling. Something about me felt off; it felt wrong. What was I doing wrong!? If my boyfriend is happy, I should be too... Right?
Agitated, I went to the gym after class. Not my gym though. I went to Barrett's gym. I wasn't even certain why I was going. I didn't want to see his stupid smug anytime soon. He's over confident grin, his strong body... His... I....
I walked in and found no one there. Good, this was a bad idea anyway. I went to walk out when I heard whistling. I followed the sound to find it was coming from the men's changing room. I shouldn't go inside.
I walked in, my heart racing in my chest, and found Barrett there, shirtless, with a towel around his waist. His strong muscles are on full display. "You know you really shouldn't be in here," he said with a big grin.
I scoffed at him. "What the hell is wrong with you!?" I screamed at him, feeling the rage and anger building up. "Hey, I'm just changing after a good workout. You're the one who walked into the men's changing room at a gym you don't even go to!"
Shit, he's right. Why the fuck is he right!? "I don't even know why I'm here. I'm leaving." I turned to walk away. "I know why you're here," Barrett said, stopping me in my tracks. I turned around with my hands on my hips. "Do enlighten me," I growled more than spoke.
"You're here because ever since you got a taste of a real man's cock you can't get satisfied by something as pathetic as your boyfriend. I mean, honestly, does he even know what he's doing when you two have sex?"
I looked away, my face red. "You're full of shit, Barrett." He just shrugged casually. "I'm honest, and you know it." Well, it's true he always believed the bullshit that came out of his mouth, but that didn't mean it was actually true...
"Look, the solution is simple. Fuck another man," he said with a smile. I turned to face him, rage on my face. "Oh, like you!? Just fuck some asshole!? That's the solution!? I am not cheating on my boyfriend! I am happy and..."
"And satisfied?" He finished for me, and I stopped. I crossed my arms at my chest and looked away. "You don't need to fuck me," he said, seeming genuine in his statement. "But for fuck's sake, have some real fun with a real man. You know he's pathetic, meanwhile your one of the hottest and most popular girls at school. You deserve to feel good."
I didn't respond; I didn't face him. My heart was racing. Why was I here? Why couldn't I find the words to argue with him? "Keep your boyfriend. He obviously means a lot to you for whatever reason. Find someone you can fuck who won't care to date you and will keep the secret. That way your happy, your boyfriend is happy, and everyone is satisfied."
It... It almost made sense... But if Joey found out, he would be heartbroken. Oh, what am I even thinking!? I don't need anyone but Joey to satisfy me! He and I, we're fine... We're just fine...
"I, of course, offer my services," Barrett said, taking off the towel to reveal his large cock. Dammit, it wasn't even hard, and yet it was still bigger than Joey. "But you can pick anyone you want. So long as you trust them to satisfy you and keep a secret."
"Whatever," I responded, turning away but not walking away. I should leave, I should go. This is getting out of hand! But my body wouldn't move. I could hear Barrett walking up behind me, getting closer. My heart beating fast, I should leave!
I felt his hand come around to grab my boobs and grope them both. I should smack him! I should protest! Who does he think he is!? I didn't though... I just stood there...
"You know what I think is happening," he whispered in my ear. "I think you're realizing the truth. You want to be treated like the little slut you are, and he won't do it. He's too romantic, too sweet. You want to be used and fucked, not tended to like some princess."
That was absurd! Of course, I didn't want that, I enjoyed how sweet Joey is... Most of the time anyway...
Barrett kept groping me hard, my boobs getting squeezed together as I felt my body reacting. I can't moan, I have to hold it back. He let go suddenly and took my hand. "Come here, let me show you something. If I'm wrong, you leave, no worries." Of course I'll leave! He can't force me to stay! So why was I here?
I walked with him, letting him lead me to a large wall mirror. He had me face the mirror, and I could see my own reflection. My dirty blonde hair that reaches down to my boobs hanging low, my crystal blue eyes staring back at me, my buttoned-up shirt, and my cute shorts. "I think you like being a slut, so let's see if I'm wrong."
Barrett whispered. There was that word again. He kept calling me a slut. I opened my mouth to tell him to stop insulting me when he suddenly grabbed my shirt and tore it open. The buttons came flying off as my body jumped in place, and a loud gasp escaped my lips.
I could see myself blushing in the reflection as his hands came around to grab my neck and play with my boobs, still covered by my bra. "You liked that slut?" He asked, whispering into my ear, and I bit my lips. Of course not... He just ruined a perfectly good shirt just to strip me down. Joey would never strip me like that!
And yet I felt my body reacting, heating up as the arousal built inside me. Barrett undid my bra and tossed it aside like some used rag, then he gripped both my boobs hard, squeezing them as I let out a soft moan. Joey would never grope me like this! Then again, Joey never really groped me at all...
"Good girl," Barrett whispered into my ear, and I could see myself blushing. Why did I react to that? Why couldn't I stop this wonderful feeling flooding through me?
Barrett let go and moved down. He grabbed my shorts and yanked them down with my panties in one strong movement that once more had me gasping. He bent me forward, putting me on all fours just like Joey and I had been trying.
He moved behind me, his cock resting on my ass as he grabbed my hair and whispered in my ear. "This time I'm going to fuck you like the slut you are. But don't worry, I'll keep this secret. You won't have to worry about your little boy toy's fragile heart."
I wanted to protest, to say no. But I looked at myself in the mirror, bent over, my tits hanging low, this strong man posed to mount me from behind. My face was a mix between a look of pleasure and a scowl. I should stop this.
Barrett then began to push into my pussy, his long and thick cock stretching me out much more than Joey ever did. He kept going inch by inch as I watched myself moaning out, my face twisting with pleasure.
Barrett got as far as Joey would but kept going in deeper. My eyes fluttered as he pushed until his entire cock was in me. Then he yanked my hair, forcing me to look up at him, a smug grin on his face.
He then proceeded to fuck me hard and fast, faster than Joey ever did. My ass smacking against his body. "Look at how sexy you look when getting used like the slut you are," he said with a grin, letting me look at my reflection.
My tits were swaying back and forth hard underneath me, my head forced up by his grip on my hair. The look I had was one I had never seen before. It was pure ecstasy; it was a pleasure I hadn't had before.
No! No, this couldn't be happening. But my moans of lust betrayed my emotions, as Barrett kept going in and out hard and fast. Sometimes he would slow down to grope my tits, to play with them, and squeeze them. My moans continued as he played with my body.
Then he would go back to yanking my hair and fucking me deep. So deep... So hard...
My moans eventually shifted to screams as I smiled into my own reflection. My tongue sticking out as I got fucked harder than ever before. Why had I come here? My thoughts on the matter faded away. My concerns faded away. My only focus was on the pleasure.
"Who's a good slut?" Barrett screamed at me. "I am!" I screamed back, my voice sounding foreign in my own ears. This went on for perhaps an hour, perhaps more of Barrett fucking me until my thoughts were all gone, until my bad mood was all gone.
Finally, after some time, Barrett pushed me away, plopping his dick out of my pussy. "Lie down!" He commanded, and I did, with total obedience. I lay on my bed, my head hanging off the bench.
He grabbed my tits and forcefully rammed his cock down my throat as he began to cum. Load after load as my eyes rolled back, and my body shook. I orgasmed as he pumped his cum down my throat, feeding me once more.
It wasn't my first orgasm either. No, Barrett had made me orgasm twice. Once, as he fucked me, and once as he fed me. My body felt so warm, my pussy so wet.
Barrett finished unloading his cum inside my throat and pulled away as I moaned out. He then grabbed my throat and forced me to sit up and look at the mirror.
I could see my chest moving up and down with labored breath. I could see my eyes glazed over in pleasure. I could see my body relaxed and at ease. Barrett came up from behind me and hugged me tight.
"You're a sexy slut" he said, and I saw myself blush. "This time I'm leaving you with this," he said as he wrote down his number on a piece of paper. "From now on, when you want to get fucked and used like the slut you are. You let me know. Understood?"
I should say no... I just moaned instead. He laughed as he groped me one last time before leaving. I looked at myself in the mirror.
I looked so sexy...