Life as a good little girl/What an awesome dream, you think, hoping you can do it again every night
From Create Your Own Story
The rest of the night passes with a variety of sex dreams you seem to slide in and out of. You're in the middle of a beautiful one where someone keeps slapping your pussy like they're spanking you.
"Harder," you moan, voice coming out like a grunt. The slapping continues, making you push you butt up in the air.
"Harder," you repeat, louder, and the hand hitting you obliges. It stings, but it feels so good, and the harder the slaps the better. It's like the pain amplifies the pleasure, and soon you're pushing your pussy back into the blows, revelling in the beautiful dream. Abruptly you cry out, your pussy spasming, a slight splattering sound coming from behind you, like rain on a window.
Raising your head you realize that you're awake, and look around in confusion. You see naked women on some walls, pictures of sex on others, and behind you is a large glass double-door with what looks like water on it. From the inside.
"Not a dream?" you think, and look around wildly. The dream seemed so real, and your pussy feels sore. You hear a slight thump in the hall like a footstep, but by the time you think to use the mirror - which reflects the entire hallway perfectly - you don't see anyone there.
"Was I slapping my own pussy?" you wonder, turning back to the window. "Did I... pee?"
Realizing you're on all fours at the end of your bed, your butt facing the window, you stretch your legs out and stand, turning to the window.
"Thank god all those people in the apartments can't see in here," you think, realizing what a view you would have presented to them. You smile at the thought, then remember the liquid on the window. Leaning closer you sniff it.
"I don't... think it's pee," you mutter, leaning closer and touching it. Dragging your finger through the liquid you bring it to your nose, pausing at your lips. You couldn't. What if it is pee, you ask yourself. Shivering, you open your mouth, reasoning that it's the only way to know.
Parting your lips you lean forward that extra inch needed for your lips to touch the glass and lap at the liquid like... like a dog, you think. Or a desperate horny slut. Your hand trails down your stomach, feeling good as it moves toward your crotch, and you lick up more of the clear juices.
"I might be slurping pee," you think, feeling naughty. A happy shiver goes through you as the nearly flavorless liquid seems to disappear upon your tongue. You sink down to get the larger amount toward the floor, and wind up on your knees sucking the clear liquid off the window, still not sure just what it is.
"Hey Stephi," a voice says, and you whirl around, still on your knees, a strand of the clear liquid stretching and snapping.
"Mark!" you exclaim, too panicked by his appearance to think. "I, uh..."
"Want to give me my morning blow job?"
For a moment you're too muddled from the combination of waking up, being caught doing something naughty, and the absurdity of his words. Then you remember you're naked and lunge toward the bed, using it to hide your body.
"Aww, don't cover up."
"Get out!" you yell. "I have to dress..."
Mark grins, shrugging and turning. "Good luck with that," he says, and you remember your clothing situation. Or rather, your lack of clothes.
"Wait!" you call out, and he pauses at the door. "I need to use your phone."
"Give me morning blowjobs and I'll let you," he says.
"What? No!"
"Oh well, fine. Enjoy going to school naked."
"Sch-school? It's monday?"
"Well duh. Bimbo Stephi strikes again. Of course it's Monday."
"I... I really need to use your phone. I need to call Tiff," you plead.
"You know the cost. A morning blowjob."
Grimacing you try to think of your options. All your clothes were thrown out yesterday, and try as you might to think of alternatives your mind keeps going blank, only to imagine your lips wrapped around his dick. Like yesterday. And if you did it once, does it really matter if you did it again? As disgusting as the idea is, a part of you feels thrilled by the thought of having his smelly prick in your mouth again.
'Just think of how thrilled Tiff would be,' you tell yourself. 'Plus, it's the only way. Right?'
Trying not to think about it too much you nod.
"Fine."
"Great! Then get back by the window," he says, raising what you realize is a camera.
"Wh-what are you doing?"
"I'm gonna record it. So you don't back out."
"What? You can't record it!"
"Well if I don't record it then you might break the deal."
"What? How does that...?" your head feels like it's spinning from the weird logic. Or the lack of food. You hadn't eaten much last night and you haven't had breakfast yet. You always do get even dumber than usual when you're hungry.
"This is proof that you kept the bargain. That means I can't back out."
"But..." you frown, trying to follow his logic. It seems to make sense, even if you can't help but feel it doesn't. "Fine. But you'll delete the video after."
"Aww, but I was gonna send it to all my friends and some of your school mates."
"You are not! That's the deal. I give you a blow job and you delete the film after."
"After what?" he asks, all innocence.
"After... after I blow you." God, how red is your face right now?
"So you don't want the phone? I mean, I guess we can swap a blowjob for me deleting the video after. Or you can blow me in exchange for me giving you the phone. Which one?"
"No no, I need the phone! I give you a blowjob and you give me the phone."
"Deal," he says with a one-handed salute. "Now get back to the window and turn after I speak. You're ecstatic about giving me a blowjob in the morning, just like you do every day. Act real happy during it. Maybe add some dirty talk if you feel like it."
"Why do I have to act?" you whine.
"You mean you really are ecstatic about giving me blow jobs every morning?"
"I... I meant..."
"Look, guys like girls to be all ditzy and slutty. It's a turn-on when a girl like you reveals her true colors to be a whore who gets on on being degraded."
"That's so disgusting," you mutter.
"Aw, c'mon Stephi, let your slut flag fly. Besides, the sluttier you act the sooner I'll be cumming all over your pretty little face."
"You think I'm pretty?"
"Sure. When you've got cum all over you," he leers.
Screwing up your nose in disgust you shuffle over to the window, feeling a bit bashful about letting him see you naked in spite of him already having seen everything.
"Hey Stephi, ready to give me my morning blowjob?" he asks, and you turn to him with a look of pure delight.
"Yummy! I love sucking your dick for breakfast," you say enthusiastically, feeling like you nailed it like an accomplished actress. You start to rise, but he steps forward, motioning for you to stop.
"No no, stay down on your knees. You love sucking cock on your knees, don't you, slut?"
"I... yeah, I sure do," you say with a forced smile.
"You're okay with me filming it and sharing it with all my friends, right?" he asks, and you fight to keep your joyful expression from crumbling. Only the knowledge that he's going to delete the film afterward gives you the courage to stay in character and respond with a vigorous nod and a happy grin.
"I love it when you film me. You can send it to anyone you want. Maybe you can even post it online so complete strangers will see what a whore I am," you say, surprising yourself. Mark stops moving forward for a moment, apparently as surprised as you are by what you said.
"Fantastic. I'll do that and give them your phone number too. Now start sucking, unless you want to lick my asshole again like yesterday? You really seemed to like doing that. Got in real deep."
"What? Uh, no no, m-maybe tomorrow," you manage, cringing inside. God, anyone seeing this would think you're the most depraved little girl in the city. "Aren't you going to, y'know, grab my hair and fuck my face?" you ask. After all, that's what the guys do in all those films you saw.
"I've only got one hand. You'll just have to jam my dick down your throat yourself. It shouldn't be too hard, and I'm feeling pretty horny today so I don't think I'll last long."
"Aww," you pout like you're actually disappointed, and lean forward, opening your lips like you know what you're doing.
In spite of his words Mark does a fine job of fucking your face, and pumps his hips forward and back, his dick hitting the back of your throat as fucks himself balls deep between your clamped lips.
You suck like you're trying to get the last of a slushy, desperately pretending you're not actually there but rather witnessing a porn film. The idea makes it easier, and you start bobbing your head back and forth on his rigid dick, letting the head pop into your throat periodically.
Abruptly he pulls back, his cock leaving your lips with an embarrassingly loud pop. You stare up at him in befuddlement a moment before he grunts and what looks like a string of white shoots out of his dick, aimed straight for your face. You duck instinctively, before catching yourself and bringing your face back up with a smile of feigned delight as his first shot seemingly sails over your brunette head.
"That's it. Paint my face with your cum. I love it when guys splatter my face," you tell him, hardly wincing at all as he shoots three more stripes across your face before one last weak shot goes on your tongue.
"Go ahead and wipe it off. I know you love the taste."
"Yum," you say with a smile, and start scooping the white slime off your skin. It tastes pretty disgusting, although you don't let on. Instead you look up at the camera as you lick the white goo from your fingers like its the delicious frosting of a cake. "This tastes so good. I can't get enough cum. I'm gonna have to find some other guys to suck off at school. Aw. All gone."
"There's a shot in your ha... That's right, all gone," he smirks. "I'll see you tomorrow for the next morning blowjob."
"Looking forward to it!" you tell the camera enthusiastically, waiting for him to signal that the video is over. Instead he backs up to the camera and into the hall, at which point you realize he might just be leaving and breaking the deal.
"Wait! The phone!" you cry out, and his hand appears for a moment, sliding the phone across the floor towards you.
"Oh thank you," you gasp, seizing it and tapping in Tiffany's number. "And thank god he's gonna delete that video."
"Hello? Mark?"
"Tiff! It's Stephi."
"Stephi? What are you doing on Mark's phone?"
"I... I gave my phone to some guys. I mean, they wanted to gang bang me, but I had to get home so I gave it to them as a promise that I'd do whatever they wanted. Um, nevermind. The point is I don't have any clothes..."
"You don't.... gang...? Stephi, what's going on? I'm about to get in my parents car to go to the bus stop. You know, the one where we both take the bus to our schools?"
"The bus..." you pull the phone away and look at the time. "Oh god, I'm gonna be late! Tiff, please, my parents wanted me to get rid of some clothes for a fresh start. Except I ended up throwing out everything. I forgot today was Monday, and I don't have anything to wear!"
"They... what? Are you pulling my leg?"
"No! I need you to bring me something to wear. Anything! You must have something from when you were real small," you say, thinking about how much bigger her boobs are. "I just need something so I'm not totally naked, you know?"
Tiffany giggles a little into the phone. "Oh my Gawd. You are so... Alright. Hang on," she pauses, and a moment later you have to yank your ear away from the phone as she yells. "Mom! Dad! I forgot my homework! I'll be right back out. Oh, and we have to swing by Stephi's place. I got something for her."
Speaking quietly again she says. "I'll see you in five or ten minutes."
"Great..." you start to say, only to realize she's hung up on you.
Peeking out into the hall you see that all the doors are open except the bathroom. Pushing your head around each door you see no sign of your brothers. Thinking that you'll be able to get to the bathroom without seeing any of them you rush forward, only to find the door is locked.
"Occupied," Mark calls out.
"B-but... I need to wash..."
"Occupied!" he repeats. "Go away!"
"But your phone..."
"Throw it on my bed," he calls out.
Stomping your bare foot on the hall carpet you turn to your former room.
Life as a good little girl/Throw the phone on the bed and hide in your room until Tiff arrives
