Collaborative sex stories let us write the plot together

(Everybody Wants You, continued by Ronaldong...)

You move your hand around, making circular motions on your exposed clit.

“Yeah, that’s it. Just like that you dirty slut,” the homeless guy says whilst licking his lips. He kneels down in front of you and you fear for the worst. You can feel his hot breath on your pussy, you didn’t notice it at first but you’ve picked up the pace.

He stands up, pulling out his enormous cock.

“Oh my God,” you mutter. The cool breeze from earlier is now stinging your body.

“Yeah, you like that don’t you?” he says while slowly stroking his penis. Your body betrays you and you left out a soft moan.

“Oh yeah, baby. I’m about to cum.”

You go faster, squeezing your tit with your other hand.

“Oh fuck!” he says, coating your pussy with his baby batter. “I love this shit. Spread your legs so I can get a better view.”

You hesitate.

“Don’t make me repeat myself, bitch!”

He forces your legs open and begins to finger-fuck you with his hand, the other wrapping around your neck. You look down only to see him slurping up his own cum. You shudder in disgust.

What the fuck?

Your mind must’ve gone on autopilot because all of a sudden you hear yourself moaning loader and loader. “Uh huh! Ugh yeah! Fuck! I’m about to cum!” you moan.

He responds to this by harshly finger-fucking your pussy, causing you have a world-shattering orgasm. As you open your mouth to moan he spits his cum back onto your face, giving you a mixture of his cum, spit and your juices in your mouth.

He pulls his fingers out, leaving you on the bench, breathless and naked with your legs spread wide open, your eyes opening and shutting on their own. He takes your phone and takes pictures of you.

“I knew you were a slut.” he exclaims. “You enjoyed that didn’t you? Being finger-fucked in your sloppy pussy.”

You look down in shame.

“Well we’re not done yet, sweetheart. Put your legs up high and put ‘em together,” he says as he places both your legs up, using his right shoulder for support. He aims his cock at your pussy.

“Please… Don’t. I don’t want-”

He cuts your sentence off by ramming his cock inside your pussy. Your eyes open up as you feel his entire length forcing its way up. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Take it out!” you yell.

“Scream all you ugh want, bitch. Ooh No one’s argh gonna ugh hear you. Fuck you’re tight!” he tells you.

“Pull it out! Please, God! Pull it out!” you say, struggling to push him away.

“Oh, shut the fuck up you high and mighty cumslut! You wanted this!” he says, going even deeper than you thought possible. “You privileged cunts love this kind of thing. Being fucked in your pure and tight pussy by my disease-ridden cock.”

“Please! I can’t take it! You’ll break me!”

“Alright, alright! Since you ask so kindly,” he says, slowly pulling out his cock. You take deep hard breaths as he does so. You thank the stars it’s over but he shoves his cock in again, this time jack-hammering your pussy.

“Bitch you really think this is the first time this has happened here? You think you’re going to get special treatment just cause you got a nice rack and a tight pussy? Boo fucking hoo!” he says, showing no mercy to your pussy.

“Ugh! Fuck! Shit! Mmm!”

My head feels blurry. I’m losing my mind. Think, Emma!

“You’re not the first cocksleeve to moan for this cock!” he says. “You ‘classy sluts’ just love taking dick huh? I can see it in your face! Stick your tongue out and smile, bitch!”

You comply, hoping he’ll show mercy; but he doesn’t.

“Where do you want me to blow?” he taunts. You see a hideous smile on his face as he looks at you, satisfied with his work.

“Not inside, please,” you beg him, barely getting the words out. Your moans are getting softer as you run out of breath.

“Inside, got it!” he says, slamming his cock into your pussy, painting your insides with his sperm.

You lie down on the bench. Your fate is sealed.

“Your kitty does wonders, bitch!” he teases you as he rubs your thigh gap. He leans in to lick your breasts and you squeal in response. “Open your mouth!” he commands you.

As you open your mouth he begins making out with you. The taste is something you can’t describe. For lack of better terms you can call it terrible.

He stops, leaving a string of saliva between your mouth and his.

“Walk yourself to the restroom. Clean yourself up. You’re disgusting.”

“I- I don’t th-think I can-walk,” you tell your new lover.

“Not my problem. You have a few minutes. This isn’t over.”