Obsessive

Episode 1

Grace Miller🥀

There are several types of drunks: those who get aggressive, those who fall all over the place, those who channel their inner dancer, those who don't even know where they are...

Do you know what kind of drunk I am? The kind that becomes a limitless bitch.

That's why I'm making out with a stranger, but that's life. That phrase, right? "You only live once." And in my turn, I'm going to live based on bad choices, what could happen?

Don't judge me, I've been in a dry spell for a long time, I want sex just for fun.

I don't know his name and I don't care either, it's not like I'm going to see him again. By all appearances, he owns this nightclub or, if not, he's screwed for bringing me to his office to fuck.

My body is pressed against the wall and he pulls my dress down, exposing my breasts. I moan softly when he nibbles the area. He kisses his way up my neck and sucks hard on the spot, drawing a loud moan from me because of the hickey.

I feel firm hands grip my thighs and lift me off the floor. He walks across the small room and sits on a leather sofa.

My dress is soon removed from my body. I like the way he looks at my body, I like the wickedness in his eyes.

"No oral sex!" I warn, I'm not going to suck a stranger's dick.

"Are you sure?" he sucks my neck. "It's the best part!"

I open his dress shirt and scratch the entire length of his chest, this man is a sin. His body is full of well-defined muscles and that excites me a lot.

I'm thrown onto the sofa and he kneels, unbuckling his belt. He lowers his pants and boxer shorts, letting me analyze his full length. Hmm... Veeery interesting.

I'm lying on the sofa while I analyze him well, his body, his muscles. His gaze penetrates me intensely.

He tears open the condom wrapper with his teeth, fuck, that caused a flood down there. The blond strokes his dick lightly before sliding on the latex. My eyes widen at the brutality he uses to rip my panties. They were expensive...

"Fuck..." I moan when he enters me without any warning.

"Fuck!" he groans and throws his head back. I watch the scene and it makes me swallow hard.

He starts to fuck me hard, the sweat on my back starts to cause an unpleasant friction against the leather, but this is so good I don't even dare to complain.

My body is turned roughly and suddenly I'm on all fours and he's fucking me violently. His hips crash against my ass, my panting breath and moans mix with the sound of our bodies.

I hold my breath when I feel a slap on my right buttock, the area throbs. His handprint will be there...

I'm the first to orgasm, which leaves me dizzy. He thrusts into me a few more times and I feel something warm in my uterus. My heart, which was already racing, misses a beat. Without rushing, I wait for him to pull out.

When I turn onto my back, my eyes fix on the blond's hand holding the condom full of cum.

Instantly, I put my hand on my throbbing crotch, in a good way. As soon as I run my hand over the area, I feel a thick, warm liquid come out.

No fucking way...

"The condom broke..." I say, disbelieving.

That's when everything turns to shit. He takes out his wallet and puts 500 dollars on my stomach.

Is he kidding me? Is this really happening?

"I'm not a prostitute," I say, already losing my patience.

"Not at all, a prostitute would have given me a blowjob," he starts to get dressed calmly. "Do whatever you want but don't forget to buy a decent pill, you can do whatever you want with the rest."

Where did I get myself into?

"You asshole," I stand up and grab my dress, putting it on quickly.

I should have given it to the other guy who was looking at me, it would have been less stressful.

"I don't need your charity!" I crumple the money and throw it on the floor.

I must be red with anger. I brush past him deliberately and go to the door, put on my heels and get out of this shitty little room. I go back to the dance floor and find the reason I'm here, one of my best friends.

"Where were you?" the brunette asks, very drunk.

"I had the worst sex of my life!" I huff, irritated. "I swear Hanna, he paid me, gave me money! I can't believe this happened."

"And what did you do?"

"I crumpled the money and left!" Asshole.

"Crumpled the money? Who crumples money?" she asks, indignant. "It's money!"

"What was I supposed to do then?"

"Take advantage and charge double what he gave you," she says as if it were obvious. "Come up with some story about being a luxury prostitute."

"I'm not even going to comment on that, Hanna!" she smiles.

Thank goodness I won't have to see that animal's face again!

"..."

I couldn't even enjoy the rest of the party, my anger wouldn't let me. Hanna, on the other hand, disappeared to fuck and never came back.

Damn it, liking men is a humiliation, every single one that comes my way. I'm never setting foot in this damn nightclub again!