Deleted Scene: Girl recounts college experience witnessed from afar [F30sM20F20] [revenge fuck] [male dom] [alien girl] [humiliation] [rimjob]

Hello again. Thanks for joining me this evening. Sometimes when it’s late at night, I like to slip into some comfortable loose-fitting pajamas, light a fire in the fireplace, pour myself a nice glass of wine, and relax on my couch. It’s quite comfortable.

Now, I know what you’re thinking… wouldn’t a lovely girl like me be happier with the company of a man? (laughs softly) I actually enjoy being single and living alone. It’s true. I’ve tried having partners before.. both male and female. It always goes the same way. Quite thrilling and passionate at first, but then it fades. Women with their smooth skin and sensual curves do have a way of getting me off. I’ve enjoyed spending hours exploring and ravishing the body of a beautiful woman, as well as offering her the pleasure of discovering me. It’s beautiful all in all. But like all things in life, the beauty fades - Rather quickly at that. After a few months it’s all drama and attitude. I’ve come to realize just how little patience I have for that. And of course.. with men it’s not much different. I tend to prefer the dominant ones. Rarely have I found any with enough balls to really try and put me in my place. (short laugh) Sometimes I laugh to myself when they try… (pause) At the end of the day, I enjoy a good dick as much as any girl I guess… but it always fades. Just the same. In a few months, he’s just giving me the 3-minute missionary before rolling over and falling asleep… No thanks, sir.

Sometimes when I’m ovulating, I’ll doll my petite body up in a cocktail dress and wander into town. Charlie’s bar and grill. That’s always the place I eventually wander to. I love the atmosphere after 10pm. If you’ve been, you know the little bar area in the far corner away from all the noise? That’s where you’d find me. I like a good conversation. I also love the confident men with their words… craving smooth skin like mine. Unfortunately… there are lots of losers… and creeps too. I’m not the arrogant type, but please understand - It’s like rolling the dice when you’re the prettiest girl in the room. Men look at you like a prize. Like a challenge. Sure, I’ll eventually let one take me home.. I mean, isn’t that the point? But it’s rarely been fulfilling. (laughs) it’s actually rarely been enjoyable. Most of the time they’re all talk. When it’s time to get their hands on me, they usually fold. Nervous. Hesitant. Pathetic. Too nervous to tell me what to do. Too nervous to do what they want… hell… Too nervous to get hard enough to enter me sometimes. I’ve been told from time to time in the heat of the moment that I’m quite tight… (pause) but then I’ve told guys from time to time that they’re massive.. and let’s be serious.. we all use a little embellishment when we need to (laughs). Sometimes at Charlie’s I’ll fantasize about a beautiful girl walking up to me and wanting to take me home, but in a town like this.. so conservative.. that’s never happening.

Then there’s work. I’ve always lived by the rule of never hooking up with or dating anyone that I work with. I enjoy my job. I get to keep to myself, my boss is respectful, and I’m paid rather well. We… did have a young female client come in one time who was quite stunning. Carlie (pause). We exchanged contact info and met up for a glass of wine when she was in town a few months later. She tasted oh so sweet. Like honey. (sigh, pause). She travels quite often for work, but it’s always a pleasant surprise when she texts me saying she’ll be in town. Sometimes I imagine her moving here and building something with her, but.. I know how that would go. Better for her to remain a Paramore.

You know, some girls get off by reading spicy romance books. I’ve read quite a few. Some more stimulating than others. Overall, not typically worth the time. And yes.. I’ve dabbled in porn from time to time as well.. as I suspect most women do. There’s a few male actors with some… impressive bodies. I’ll admit, sometimes I find myself in the mood to watch a man on a screen have his way with a vulnerable woman. I imagine myself in her place.. being used. The feeling of his well-endowed body thrusting against mine as he takes over me and has his way. (tsk) never had the proper privilege of experiencing that. But even that.. wouldn’t get me off as much as… (long pause) something else.

Which brings me to… most nights. When I really want to get off, there’s nothing that does the job better than my own fingers and my own.. memories. (Pause) oh.. The stories I could tell you (laughs). Humans are just so… boring. I’ve always been a bit of a nerd.. In high school, my straight A’s allowed me the privilege of attending Spiral Gate  as a mere human.. you know.. the one that accepts applications from.. other-worldly beings? Yeah.. that one. What an experience those 4 years were. Now, there wasn’t anything there too crazy.. most students were mostly human.. with a few.. how do I say this.. Upgrades? (laughs). Ahhh. (relaxes). I can feel my pussy starting to get wet already. On that note, I’ll walk you through one particular memory that really stands out to me this evening.. while I touch myself to it of course. It’s one that I got to witness from afar at first.. and then got to watch unfold late one night, alone in my dorm on the screen of my laptop. The one time in my life I was probably the most consumed with curiosity. Almost pathetic of me, isn’t it? The hottest sexual experience of mine is one I wasn’t even involved in? Yet I play it back in my head time and time again. I long for just another chance to be able to watch that video. It’s a shame Chris and his hacker friends managed to remove it. If only.. (long pause, moan)

Sorry, I need to compose myself before I get too carried away. You’ve chosen to join me in tonight’s trip down memory lane, and it would be quite impolite of me not to fill you in. Keep an eye on the fireplace and tend to it if you could please? As for me… Let me start from the beginning.

Lance.

Lance was in my bio 202 class. Professor Velon. Sharp witted semi shape-shifter. Spoke with authority and precision. She could cut you down with her sharp words in a matter of seconds if you stepped out of line. But… she’s another story for another time. Lance wasn’t fazed by her. Or by anyone really. He stood a confident 6 foot 3, not having to wear height enhancing footwear like a lot of the other looser guys in class. Skinny and athletic too.. (laughs) if it weren’t for the video.. which I promise I’ll get to.. I’d have never known under those loose fitting comfortable clothes was the body of a demi-god. Mostly human too.. aside from perhaps his unwavering confidence. I suspect he may have had some genes of a God in his brain somewhere. Or perhaps his hands? (pause). Surprisingly at first, I never gave much thought to Lance. And no, we never hooked up, or even spoke. I don’t imagine I’d have caught his eye. Sometimes in retrospect I wonder if he had any romantic or sexual interests on campus? The only thing I can say is.. if he did, the only souls on \*any\* planet that would have known about it would have been him and the girl of his choosing. He preferred to keep to himself. And he did. And then, there was Chris.

Fucking Chris.

For the life of me, I’m not sure if he had one non-humanly gene in that big stocky body of his.. aside from maybe his superhuman ability to be an asshole. I never quite got why he was so popular. I suspect it was the usual traits.. The family wealth, the connections, the exotic car… the cocky… ugh.. oh so cocky attitude. Loud. Obnoxious. Chris…

Sure, he was captain of the UX-ball team.. and they did quite well. Maybe that was the only thing he was good at? But I’ll tell you what I saw when I bothered to take a fleeting glance at Chris. I saw Insecure. Insecure as all fuck. I saw… Pathetic.

I’ve always had a way of sniffing out insecurity. Perhaps it’s what’s limited my ability to fully give my body over to a dominant man? But also… Perhaps that’s what makes this story so incredibly hot to me. I’d catch Chris glancing at me from time to time.. God knows why… And no, he would never approach me either. First, I’m 100% human, so.. boring, I know.. And second, there was Yura.. (snarls)

Yura..

Actually, no, she doesn’t get her introduction to start a new paragraph.

Ahem

And second, there was Yura… his.. slime girlfriend. A “Slime Girl” so I was told. Quite a rare find in any universe. Prettiest girl on campus? (sneer) Not by a fucking longshot. “Pretty” implies some level of mental and emotional capacity. She had the ability to make her body melt into this… slime goo.. which carried its benefits. She could sneak under doors, thin herself out and cover things.. sneak around undetected. The only weakness of slime-girls is the moon. It melts them away.. but with the right practice and exposure exercises, they can learn to control themselves quite well as I’ve seen. Also, the moon itself at Spiral Gate’s planet wasn’t much more intense than here on earth.. and it appeared to barely faze her. And like all slime girls, she was given the privilege of taking whatever human form she wanted. And..  of course.. she chose to present herself as the dumb bimbo that she was. Like a real life hentai doll… complete with the short skirts and tight tops that never quite fit those… -whatever massive cup those were- boobs of hers that bounced around all perky. Perfectly smooth tight skin too. Must have been nice.. the skin, that is. I never understood it. It was this pale shade of blue, almost glowing. She could have chosen to share her emotional depth and give herself a more conservative or even fairy-like figure and been the crown jewel of existence, but she succumbed to the pressures of college, presenting herself as the curvy fuck doll that all the dumb guys couldn’t stop fantasizing about. Except perhaps Lance. He was one of the few guys there smart enough to see through all the bullshit. Like I said, unfazed. Perhaps that’s what made a bully like Chris so perplexed by Lance. Chris would have done anything to get under Lance’s skin. And perhaps that’s what made Chris’s efforts backfire in the most profound way I’ve ever seen.

It started with some casual taunting in class.. “Hey don’t trip over the rug, ya tall clumsy fella” he snapped at Lance. The look on Chris’s face when he literally got no response out of Lance made me a little wet right there on the spot. It’s not like lance was in the least bit clumsy. He almost floated around, standing tall and confident, yet uncomfortably quiet. For some asinine reason however, the trope caught on. I’m guessing it was just Chris’s popularity. From that day on, Lance was decidedly clumsy by just about every guy on campus. You know college guys.. nothing better to do than follow the crowd. Crowd decides Lance is clumsy? Well shit, he must be, guys! Clumsy Lance (laughs). Even some of the girls on campus seemed to play along, although a good part of me is still convinced they thought it was a joke or something. Over the next few weeks however, everyone seemed to be watching.. and waiting.. to see what it would take to get lance to crack. I mean, being unfazed by the world around you is certainly an attractive quality, but at some point, a man needs to stand up for himself.. right? Would he fight back? What would that even look like? What was Lance capable of? Certainly not becoming more popular.. Lance was quiet and mysterious. But who would win if they were to fight? Both were probably equally as strong, although Lance was taller… Perhaps that’s why Chris decided to attach a negative quality to his height. Insecurity oozes out of losers like Chris more than his girlfriend’s blue bimbo body oozing around campus.

Sorry, but if I speak of them anymore, my pussy is going to dry up for the night and our time here will be over. (takes another sip of wine)

Let’s see, where was I?

Ah yes, Lance.

Give me a moment again for my fingers to find my pussy while I remember how he was. Tall. Strong. Unfazed.

And it’s not like he didn’t have friends. From what I’ve heard, he was good friends with a witch professor. I don’t remember her name, but I remember her charm. Imagine someone like Professor McGonagall from Harry Potter, but in her early 30s… and in her prime. Sharp as a tack. I heard through the grapevine that Lance had her put some sort of curse on a pen that he swapped with Chris’s right before midterms. It apparently changed all his answers to bumbling nonsense. Classic. Not exactly the kind of revenge that I was hoping for, but damn, it felt quite gratifying for a moment to observe the fall-out from that. Chris ended up getting reduced to academic probation and no longer captain of the UX-ball team… for a short time, that is..

Fucking Chris. Insecure looser.

You see, Chris had his power and connection.. and before long, the university made an exception for him to resume his role as chief douchebag.. erm, I mean, UX-ball captain. The season was going strong, and… you know universities like Spiral Gate. For the record, I can’t stand UX-Ball. I was never a sports girl anyway, but just imagine American college football fans on steroids. You get the picture.

As the bullying intensified, things got a little bit weird from my point of view. Lance, in all his secretive mysteriousness, had managed to somehow let it slip out that he was responsible for the little pen switcheroo. Sure, It must have been gratifying to let Chris know that the subject of his bullying had gotten back at him, but now the entire university was in on the… weird rivalry.. if you could even call it that.. between them. For the most part, it really seemed that Chris was “winning”.. if you could call it that.

I’m quite skilled at reading micro expressions, especially on the face. It’s always been a unique talent of mine. To me, Lance was truly unfazed. But his pen stunt, along with its lack of effectiveness painted a different picture. It appeared to most less-observant members of the student body that Chris had successfully gotten under Lance’s skin. Now there were some people (mostly women) who were laughing here and there behind Chris’s back at how lance managed to temporarily knock him down a rung or two (which I know made Chris’ blood boil), but none of the guys really seemed to care. It was obvious (at least to me) that Lance had thoroughly lodged himself deeply under his skin. Behind Chris’s macho walk and grandiose rhetoric was a hesitation that some could sense. Was Lance done? What would the next move be? Lots of people wondered, but I didn’t. It was obvious to me that Lance was the usual unfazed, and Chris was plotting revenge. Lance was simply… waiting.

Anyway, this is where it gets good. Real good. You’ll have to forgive me if I begin to stumble over my words as I continue to tell you the hottest story ever, but there’s no way I can share these words and not touch myself. (Takes another sip of wine). I live for it. It’s my little gift to you for keeping me company. While you’re at it, if you feel the urge to touch yourself, be my guest. Just make sure not to get any fluids on my chair. Oh, and before you get too relaxed, could you throw another log on the fire please?

Now, where was I? OK so you should know, I’m not going to solve the riddle to you of why Lance did what he did. Lance knew what he was doing. He wasn’t just unfazed, but calculated. Always a few steps ahead. He’s just one of those guys who played the long game and made sure he always came out on top. Lance also wasn’t a mean or vengeful person in general from what I observed. But when the moment called for it, he knew how to run the play.

And as this story has taught me about a man like Lance, He would allow Chris to make the next move. Imagine playing a game of Chess against an opponent who was quiet and confident. Now imagine that quiet and confident opponent allowing you to make multiple moves at a time. That should… concern you, correct? Yeah. Should definitely concern you.

I suppose at this point, you’re imagining Chris wanting to get another reaction out of Lance. That’s probably what most people were thinking was going on. Not me. I saw the look on Chris’s face. Chris wanted Lance dead. I have no interest in digging into whatever Chris’s family affairs were like, or how his bloodline handled any form of adversary, but a man as insecure of Chris would jump at an opportunity to quietly dispatch anyone who got under his skin the way Lance had. Chris was also in possession of a quite effective murder weapon.

Yura.

God, the only thing I dislike about telling this story is how many times I’m going to have to utter her god-awful unworthy name.

Yura and her oozing blue skin would do anything Chris asked of her.. even cold-blooded murder. Pathetic. I’d heard stories of slime-girls wrapping themselves around their victims and suffocating them to death. Even if you are a 6’3 strong man, how could you possibly expect to fight off a slime girl?

Martial arts? Your punches are just going to be absorbed by her ooze.

A knife? Won’t do anything.. Like trying to cut through water.

A gun? Nope, the bullets simply pass through, continuing to meet whatever’s behind her.

Then she makes her kill… Oozing and sliding up your legs, strangling your balls, constricting your neck? Hell, she could even probe your ass while she was at it to add an additional sense of humiliation. And that was the plan, at least. Send her over to do his bidding. Remove all threats of future humiliation with a quick clean anonymous death-by-asphyxiation. Lance lived alone, in a modest high-tech pod-like dwelling that overlooked the ocean, just off campus. He kept to himself as you would expect by now. No one had ever seen the interior of it.. that is.. up until this evening.

Buckle the fuck up.

It was, if I recall, around 10pm and the darkest night ever. It was a new moon, and a look up to the cloudless sky revealed Spiral Gate’s dazzling display of stars and planets above the crisp night air. A faint bassline from the rowdy party music across campus could be heard. What definitely couldn’t be heard was Yura’s slime body oozing up the steps and under the front door of Lance’s place. You’ll have to forgive me for the next few paragraphs as I didn’t witness them.. I’m simply filling in how I imagine this exchange must have gone by imagining the details with what I do know. And trust me – I do know quite a lot. Just not the next few minutes. So forgive me.

I do know that Lance was ready to meet his guest. I’d imagine he was comfortably sitting on his couch facing the front door – ready for her body to compose itself after he could see the blue slime oozing under the front door along with the paper thin bikini top and bottom that would come to hug her rubbery smooth skin as it materialized. I’d imagine as her sneering face began to come together after her fantastic display of intimidation presented itself, he let out some confident version of

“I’ve been waiting for you, Yura”

Which would have undoubtedly thrown her completely off, replacing her pathetic simple plan with fear and doubt. It’s amazing how words can often be more intimidating and dominating than physical prowess. It’s also quite wonderful how a man like lance was sufficiently endowed with both. Yura’s plan was easy – even for her one and a half dimensional brain – to understand. Lock the door, Intimidate him, Surround him, suffocate him, leave. No one would ever know. Easy-peazy-Lance-a-Squeezy. But something must have been off.. how was he still unfazed? How was he not in fear for his life? He clearly had no power over a slime-girl.. not many men – if any – did. Chris had carefully hacked in to the university medical database and checked Lance’s genetic code – he possessed no defense against a slime-girl. This was even a new moon. Even with the window shades wide open, her kryptonite was non-existent this evening. She had him cornered. He was a sitting duck.. right?

Wrong.

If there was any part of this missing few minutes that I’d have hoped to have witnessed, it would have been this part. You see, Lance had covered his bases. Probably at around the time he knew he’d be going toe-to-toe with Chris (and possibly his slime-piece), Lance had an advanced set of remote-controlled dimmable moonlight radiant bulbs installed on the ceiling of his entire living space. With the flick of a remote, he could beam an intensity of moonlight radiation far greater than any single moon could produce, illuminating every cubic centimeter of the dwelling. Yura was, in fact, the sitting duck. I’m not sure how intense he made them at first, but I know it was just enough to scare the ever-living-slime out of her before allowing her to re-compose herself in front of him while he set his phone on a tripod and began recording the entire encounter. Oh, Lance. You really didn’t forget the cherry on top of this one.

And that’s when I got the notification on my computer.. some live-streaming feed had been started on Spiral Gate’s website for students to watch. I sat alone in my dorm, all the lights out. I was in my fuzzy pajamas. My favorite. I wasn’t horny.. not in the least bit. I had just poured my 2^(nd) glass of wine and was planning on watching The Office or some American show and then retiring for the evening. I had no idea what I was in for.

Having observed men and their fascination with visual depictions, I can imagine the rush a man must feel when after a long hard day, he sees an attractive young woman’s body being presented to himself.. whether in real life or on a screen; It doesn’t seem to matter much. His heart starts racing as blood rushes to his cock and it becomes hard and erect. In contrast, as a woman my arousal is often a slow-burn.. taking time for my pussy to slowly get soft and wet. I must admit, I much prefer this to the intense and fast sex drive of a man.. I can manage to draw out a scene or lovemaking session for hours, enjoying every moment to the fullest. However, this particular night, I was granted the privilege of feeling the same intense nearly instantaneous rush of arousal that men get to experience when my eyes were given the privilege of peering into what was unfolding.

When the feed loaded and the resolution started coming in at full 4k, I watched Yura writhing on her knees in pain from the intensity of the moonlight. She was so desperately trying to compose herself, but clearly couldn’t. Such a stark contrast to the way she used to parade her bimbo body around campus, showing it off for all the simp guys. Chris loved that. It was probably the most exciting part of his life – knowing \*most\* of the guys on campus would have done anything to see his girl naked, let alone touch her. And there she was, completely powerless, looking up at Lance as he stood in front of her, remote in hand… shirtless I might add.. with a smirk on his face. I’d never seen him like this before. Like a statue. A fucking god damn perfect statue of a man. The Godly archatype that all men aspire to come close to. He may have been pixels on a screen, but I could feel his dominant radiance on my skin as if he was 5 feet away in real life. I could touch myself for hours just imagining that moment where she looked up at him, her eyes for the first time… begging… wondering if she had any angle of advantage as her 1.5 dimensional brain searched for a solution and continuously came up empty-handed. Lance, like the master he was, Allowed that moment to simmer for an uncomfortable amount of time before he spoke. After all.. There are so many ways a skilled man can dominate and humiliate a girl.. words… prowess.. force.. cleverness.. Lance was going to make sure he took full advantage of all of them. I still remember the tingling sensation I felt all over my body as my panties started to get wet.

He knew she would speak first. Her pathetic high-pitched hentai doll voice came in crystal clear through the speakers of my laptop. But this time, it was slower and more careful.

“you.. yuh.. gasp… y-you’re not going to hu-h-hurt me.. right?”

Her words were met with silence so loud you could hear the deep level cosmic background radiation of the universe if you focused.

She continued.. as he knew she would..

“I-its just a little payback.. you know.. for what you did to his midterms… that wasn’t v-very nice of you… I was j-just gonna scare you and try to get you to leave him alone..”

To me, it’s really these kind of moments where someone doesn’t speak at all… that end up speaking the most volumes. There was nothing he needed to say. the moment was pure perfection. I wonder what kind of sense of accomplishment he must have felt? having lured his bully’s prized possession into his trap and could now have his way with her, for everyone to watch. I can imagine this must have been on everyone’s mind as we watched the scene unfold in full unfiltered 4k, but alas, Lance had a way of revealing his intentions without words. In exactly the way that the quiet, confident… tall… figure himself would have.

He would do it visually.

After all, the camera was rolling. See, just as Yura had chosen her tight-fitting paper thin string bikini to enhance her hopeless attempt at intimidation, Lance had once again, beat her at her own game. Lance chose his outfit just as carefully... He wore gray sweatpants. That’s it. No shirt. No… underwear…

I’d be lying if I told you there were no monsters that attended Spiral Gate. There was, in fact, one exception. This one particular monster.. the most beautiful, masculine, powerful monster I believe I have ever witnessed… preferred to keep to itself, just as its owner did. It carried itself in the exact same way its owner did. Calm. Quiet. Confident. And ready for the right occasion. You know how on video websites you can move the progress bar back and forth and see a map of what parts of the video are watched the most? What part of the video people skip ahead to.. or.. skip back to? Yeah... If this video existed long enough for an algorithm to generate one of those, there would have been a mountain in the timeline map just as large as the mountain that could clearly be seen forming under those gray sweatpants at this point of the video. Sweatpants have a shameless way of telling no lies. My panties… which.. also weren’t keeping any secrets.. were soaked. So soaked, I was considering grabbing a towel and sitting on it, but there was no way my eyes were leaving the screen.

The video feed perfectly captured the sheer look of horror on Yura’s face the exact moment her eyes noticed it. The sound of that gasp… held so much. Just another cog in the beautiful complex wheel of turning the tables on everything that had been Chris and Yura’s world on campus.

She knew.

I knew.

2,200 (and growing) viewers knew.

The once quiet mysterious man who kept to himself around campus was about to show everyone just how much he was capable of. And he had the perfect subject presented before him. Poetic, really.

“y-you’re not going to…” she let out.

Once again, no response.

The next movement was going to come from his hands. He slowly but purposefully reached down and removed her bikini top. Not untying it – that would have been too easy. He purposefully reached right next to where it was tied with both hands and snapped the strap in 2. He let it fall to the ground, letting her curvy set of perfect bubbly tits spill out. Her thick pointy nipples were probably just as most of the guys on campus had imagined… her large dark purple areolas however.. were probably a surprise. I must admit, it was enjoyable to watch her vulnerability being exposed to the cold air.. and even colder camera lens. She gasped again and reached up to cover herself with her hands.. like a sorority girl walking out of the shower and realizing a bunch of guys had walked into the bathroom.

Embarrassed.

Pathetic. Yet… in this context… fucking beautiful. A masterpiece crafted by Mr. Unfazed himself. Lance…

As his hands made their way away from her bra strap and back up, one stopped at her chin, softly directing her gaze back up towards his eyes. The unspoken message was crystal clear.

You will continue to look at me.

I’ve literally gotten myself off just to the thought of that many times.

You will continue to look at me.

For the sake of my company tonight, I will refrain from giving myself too much pleasure too soon so that you get to experience the entire story.. there’s still quite a lot to go. I wouldn’t want to disappoint you.

It was only now.. however many minutes into this video, that lance first spoke. His voice steady and calm, yet booming louder than an army general. Steady, calm confidence.

There’s something I’ve come to learn about dominant men who know how to lead. The truly confident ones always manage to make things happen with the fewest number of words possible. It’s a sort of beauty-in-simplicity if you will.

“Take off my pants”

As usual, this masterpiece of a man was killing 2 birds with 1 stone. She didn’t hesitate one bit, her hands immediately left her breasts, letting them flop down into their perfectly round perky shape, nipples once again hardening to the cold air, almost feeling the weight of nearly 3000 live viewers watching closely, dicks in hand… erm.. maybe some fingers on their pussy too.. probably..

His words must have pierced her like a million sharp knives, cutting deep under her slimy skin and chipping away at any last bit of self-respect she may have had for herself. As her hands met the waist strap, she began slowly pulling down for what seemed like an eternity: First, she saw the shaft.. veins bulging with all the fury of what I’d imagine they would look like at a mere 20% erect. Just enough to get that glorious figure poking a little in his sweatpants beforehand. It was clearly thicker than anything she’d ever seen before.. her face gave it away. Her adorable little face gives everything away.. (laughs). She wasn’t alone in her experience. It was (and still is) the thickest cock I have every laid my big innocent eyes on… my panties gave it away (sigh). It was positioned perfectly in front of a backdrop of his massive ball sack which, in sharp contrast to her nipples.. did not appear to be in the least bit affected by the cold air. As the man of few words he was, she never needed to be instructed to pull them down slowly.. she could read between the lines. Hell, it seemed like an eternity before she even reached the bottom of his ball sack, watching its width continue to widen as the waist strap got lower and lower. The sheer soft sway of his massive scrotum when she had finally gotten the pants lower than it hurled more insults at her than I’ve ever heard out of anyone’s mouth. The final moments as she wondered when she would finally reach the tip of his massively long shaft were the most suspense I’d witnessed to that day. I could literally feel the still air around me in my dorm, my entire body fixated on the pixels of the screen. I was completely and utterly captivated. Shit, if he’d told me to suck it, I’d have gotten my spit all over the fucking computer screen.

She managed to move her head away from his body so that when it finally did pop out, it didn’t hit her in the face. It was a little victory she seemed to have been proud of claiming for herself.. if only her little 1.5 dimensional mind could have realized she wasn’t going to avoid a few more intentional slaps in the following minutes to come. Bless her heart. Fucking pathetic little slime girl… I wonder if that’s what Lance was thinking as all this was happening? I have my thoughts, but I’ll never know.

She let his pants drop to the ground after his disrespectfully massive cock was fully revealed. There was an opportunity right there for Lance to let time once again freeze while the entire campus got to witness perhaps the most beautiful cock in existence, but Lance had other plans… He had no intention of sparing any bit of humiliation.

What happened next was completely unexpected to me. Something I’d have never even considered ever in my life, and would have never even to this day… if it weren’t for that night. Lance turned around 180 degrees in place and grabbed her hands before she had a chance to cover her tits with them.. not that anyone was still looking at them. I have on good word that the men who viewed this video were just as transfixed on his massive cock as I was. Gold star, Mr. Lance. Best in show. Bravo. Drawing everyone’s eyes away from the biggest bubbliest set of tits on campus with none other than your own manhood.

But why did lance turn around? What was he going to do with her? Even only for the 2-3 seconds before it became clear, I could feel myself completely withering away with anticipation… He placed her hands on his finely-sculpted ass and spread his ass cheeks, before releasing her hands, leaving them in that position. His pink, slightly hairy asshole was revealed… staring her down just as disrespectfully as his nut sack. Lance was now ready to up the word count from 4 to 6 with 2 more beautifully humiliating words to push the daggers deeper into whatever level of innocence she could have claimed to have had up to that point.

“Lick it”

It was like a fucking bomb went off. I felt every inch of my skin crawl with amazement, disgust, and intrigue. My pussy was so wet I could almost feel it blowing little bubbles of cum, begging for my fingers to give it some stimulation.. but I couldn’t move. Hell, I couldn’t even breathe. I mean.. let me just say.. I love going down on women with their smooth feminine bodies, pussies.. assholes.. sure. But let me swear on the grave of every family member in existence, if any man had ever asked me to do that, I’d have vomited on the spot and noped out of that situation as fast as fucking possible. Like I said, I love a good dick.. I’ll stroke a man’s ego.. I’ll even let a man cum in my mouth if I have some level of respect for him.. but there is absolutely no fucking scenario I’m ever rimming a guy’s hairy asshole..

But this…

this was.. poetry.

This was brilliance.

It’s not like she really recoiled when the words processed in that dumb brain of hers. I think it was at that moment that she finally accepted the defeat. The thought of her making any attempt at resisting.. fighting back.. looking for a way out..

gone.

It had all been replaced with a sharp sense of.. curiosity? Was I reading this correctly? As I watched her tongue slowly extend as her head rose toward his ass cheeks, it was as if she was no longer his opponent. How could she be? Licking the asshole of the man her boyfriend despised.. the man that had managed to get under his skin.. the man he was expecting her to kill! Now she was his servant. She was his property. Slowly, carefully.. licking his asshole. She had reduced herself to nothing more than an object of his revenge. I can’t imagine what feeling her soft lips and tongue gently stroking against his anus must have felt like to him.. I know what it feels like when a woman softly caresses mine with her lips.. I must say, it’s something that I can get into. But this must have been a completely different feeling for Lance. A feeling of power and dominance I can’t imagine any men get to feel… ever. As he slowly looked to the camera and gave a brief smirk, the first chapter of his magnum opus was finally complete. In every sense of the phrase, he had literally won.

And he was just getting started.

As you should now come to suspect from a man like Lance, He allowed the scene to play out for an uncomfortably long time. I focused mostly on her perfect tits jiggling as her head moved back and forth. I often wonder if her mind was capable of feeling multiple emotions at once. How would I have felt for her? I can’t put words to it.. My pussy often attempts to when I think of it and touch myself however. It’s a bit strange to express how much I can get off to watching someone else perform an act that I could never see myself performing.. but alas, It will continue to live rent-free in the dirtiest corners of my mind for eons to come.

When he was ready, Lance turned back to face her. I’d estimate his cock was at around 40% hard by now, maybe a 45 degree angle above hanging straight down. He kept the word count comfortably at 6, as it wasn’t a mystery to anyone what was expected next of Yura. She stabilized herself by putting her hands on his hips, but Lance lowered one of her hands so it didn’t block his cock or her face from the camera. Yura understood. She slowly kissed and licked the tip, licking her way up and down his shaft, kissing his balls. For the first time when watching, I felt a new emotion creeping up within me, which I quickly tried to suppress.

Jealousy.

I’m not a particularly huge fan of performing fellatio. I suspect this is mostly due to my lack of respect for most men, so perhaps the jealousy is just of having the pleasure of a man as confident and magnificent as Lance allowing me the privilege of worshipping him. She didn’t deserve it. But for Lance’s perfect revenge symphony to progress, it was clearly necessary. Perhaps that’s why Yura didn’t need to be prompted? Perhaps she was enjoying it? The thought of her getting to enjoy ANY aspect of this makes my blood boil to this day. Still, I can’t help but imagine the pleasure and submission I would be feeling while having a cock that amazingly magnificent being put in my face for me to please. Within a short time, Lance was easily hard enough to penetrate a brick wall.. or the hearts of a million women.. take your pick.. and I think I sensed him relax a little. I could see a curiosity filling his eyes as he watched his subject meticulously please and caress his masterpiece. His hand grabbed her hair on the back of her head as she positioned herself to begin taking it in her mouth.