Collaborative sex stories let us write the plot together
(Her Secret Fantasy, continued by StiffCock34...)
“Who the fuck do you think I am?” you ask. “Do you really think I’m gonna suck your dick or leave? You must’ve fucking lost your mind in that shower,” you sneer.
“Yeah your damn right I do. Now get on your hands and knees and crawl over here,” John says with a quickly growing cock. Your girlfriend stares at her boss’s massive member and starts to walk towards him, almost in a trance.
“Don’t you take another step,” you tell her in a voice you never knew you had, and she stops, turns back and wraps an arm around you
“John, I’ve let this go on long enough, and I’m glad you finally took it to a point where I can give you two options,” you say confidently as he looks at you in shock.
“Option one, you can leave my house after apologizing to me and my girlfriend for the disrespect you’ve shown us. Then tomorrow you will resign from your job.”
“Now why would I do that?” he asks dumbfounded.
“Because option two is I paralyze you, then throw your ass out of my house, Rachel quits her job and we move out of this god forsaken hell hole,” you say with confidence. “I’m personally hoping you pick the second one.”
“Rachel, are you really going to pick that small-dicked loser?” John laughs.
Rachel looks at John’s dick, then looks deep into your eyes. You flash a smile and ask, “Remember how we met? In drivers ed? How we absolutely hated each other the first day and how I’ve loved you ever since the second day,” you ask her.
She blushes, and without looking away from your eyes tells John, “Bye John, it was fun, but you aren’t boyfriend material”. She turns to you. “I’m so sorry Ross, I don’t know what got into me-”
John cuts her off. “ My dick got into you multiple times you slut. Now get on your hands and knees, crawl over here and suck my cock!” He’s rapidly losing his temper.
“You fucking prick!” you yell in his face. “Don’t you get it? Nobody wants you here!”
Sometimes you’ve got to be glad you go to the same gym as a lot of power lifters.
“What are you gonna do about it?” John sneers as you walk towards his small five foot nine frame. You never noticed how small he was, but you’re actually at least five inches taller than him.
Without saying a word you grab him behind the neck with one hand, and grab the towel wrapped around his waist with the other. Then you pick him up and over your head, walk to the front door, and throw him out of your house while he begs you not to hurt him.