Filthy Pervert

She comes back up for air once the woman below her is trembling in overstimulation. Her mouth soaked in this woman’s juices, her essence. Licking her lips, she finds she does not feel a thing for the taste. Her heart makes no stuttering movements, her eyes do no rolling back, and her mind feels dull. Numb.

She has heard many other tell tales of how the taste of a woman is heavenly. An irresistible, delicious meal. A blessing to lap up a woman’s heat and have her tremble until orgasm. Yet she finds there is no such sensation. 

She feels nothing for this woman. Only an ache between her own legs. A primal hunger. Not unlike a predator for its prey.

It’s not love. It’s not desire. It’s not even lust. It’s just pure sexual gratification. Covered in disgusting mental imagery that lingers throughout her day-to-day life. Plague her with unthinkable scenarios. Ones that would surely have her arrested, dare she act on them. 

But she cannot help it. So when she slides her fingers out from the woman’s warmth, she licks her fingers clean. Smiling at this stranger like she enjoyed her flavour. When really it was just a ploy. Just a way for her to feel the touch of another person. A way for her to get off without the deafening silence of her apartment.

It’s a sad attempt at trying to find a connection in an act that people cherish. 

She lets this woman return the favour. Settle between her thighs, part her legs and feast upon her just as she did. Forcefully pulling moans from her throat to convey pleasure as her tongue laps lazily through her folds. Finding it takes significantly longer to orgasm than it typically does alone. Suddenly missing a piece of damn plastic.

It makes her feel like some kind of slut. Using this woman to get off. Upset when it’s a slow process compared to her own hand’s work. She feels disgusting when she looks down and meets the eyes of the woman. Finding her mind supplying her with mental images of various people instead of this stranger. Ranging from her shitty ex, momentarily missing their abuse, to someone far closer to her. It’s disgusting, but her mind works against her. 

Using some stranger from the club to get off. Saving these mental images, like the many bookmarks of porn she has on her phone. Picturing relatives like this. Missing abuse from a past lover. It’s criminal. Gross. Filthy. Awful. Disgusting. Revolting. Nauseating. 

But she cannot help herself.

There was an older guy further down the aisle. He had glanced at her a couple of times as she shuffled through different meats in the meat section. Struggling to find the right chicken. She had noticed his gaze, of course she had. 

She knew realistically that this elder was probably glancing at the meat she was looking at. Considering the ingredients he had in his cart. Maybe a family dinner he has to attend to with a loving wife and kids. Patiently waiting until she moved so he could look himself. 

However, her mind began to convince her he was looking at her. 

Fantasizing, if one could even call it that, about how his eyes raked over her curves. From the swell of her breasts to the dip in her hips. The plumpness of her thighs that shielded the goods from view. Like a treasure ready for the taking.  

She imagined what he was thinking. Probably thinking about how she was an easy target due to her facial unattractiveness. He probably was planning all the ways he could follow her out of the store. Grab her with his brutal, large hands and force her. Force her to do as he pleases.

Pin her down. Have his way with her. Shred her clothes. Squeeze her. Force his way inside. Unfeeling, uncaring. Stretch her painfully. Maybe make her bleed. Victimize her. Brutalize her. Rape her.

She walks away from the meat section and just as her logical mind thought he took her spot. Looking for ribs. Probably for his loving family like a good man would.

She does her best to ignore the ache in her core. The heat swelling. The wetness dampening her underwear. 

She’s disgustingly revolting.

She can’t really tell if having intercourse with this man was something she craved and desired. She doesn’t remember actively searching for it. She was trying to romance him, really she was. She had no intention of using him, just like the plastic under her bed. In fact, she was rather nervous too. Maybe even hesitant for the first time. Because really, she found she liked this man.

They were just simply making out. A clash of lips and tongue, and it was delightful. Pleasure-filled exchange. But then slickness formed between her thighs, without her consent. Subconsciously, as if on second instinct, like some sex hungry pervert, she had squeezed her thighs together. Like a damn animal, she had rutted against him. And that barrier had shattered. 

He had asked, all things considered. He had asked very nicely in fact. Pulling away as he was asking as well. How sweet. And her answer should have been no. She has only known this potential romantic partner for two months after all. To any normal person that would be far too soon. Really even for her that’s moving at lightning speed. Attraction never came easily.

However, her body did not care for feelings. Through her heart and mind wanted one thing, her body wanted to be used and fucked.

He had asked and she could not say no. Even if her logical mind had blared its warnings and said back away, she leaned forward. She didn’t want to. But she needed to. How confusing.

Now his cock was buried deep inside her. Thrusting with hardly any rhythm but just enough technique that it hit her pleasure points. A disgusting, filthy part of her wanted him to forgo the protection. A smaller part of her nearly screamed to force him not to wear one. But she has learned to stay quiet when inappropriate urges come forth. Keep her hands still.

That slut inside her, the desperate sex hungry one begged for him to stuff her full. Like a filthy fucking cream pie. Explode inside her, stomach bulging like some grotesque animated adult film. She kept that inside. 

Her minds words sealed shut as she came around nothing due to him pulling out. Playing it safe. Him coming into his condom. Never into her.

The part of her that scared her wanted to force him. Ignore his pleas and manhandle him. 

She kept that inside too.

She glances at the person sat beside her on the bus. They’re at least a whole body distance away from her. She shifts so she leans against the bus wall, tilting her phone so this person can’t see if they glanced over. Turing her volume down and pretending she’s scrolling through something like an Instagram feed.

Which yes, it is her instagram feed. However it’s not a normal one.

No. Every post that flys by at the push of her finger is one skimpy girl after another. Most of the time dressed in slutty anime cosplays from anime’s she could not put a name to. Sometimes the odd shirtless male graces her eyes. Thrusting into the camera with serious expressions. Equally as slutty.

And she’s liking each one. Like a stupid pervert. A filthy fucking freak. Thighs pressed together like some horny teen unable to contain herself. Like a fucking dog rutting against someone’s leg. Unable to hold herself back. Uncaring that it’s public transit.

Someone huffs and plops down beside her and she freaks. Tucking her phone away and frantically playing it cool. They don’t notice, of course they don’t.

Part of her wishes to be caught.

She’s worthless. Utterly so. On her knees begging like a whore. Like a slut. Eyes wide as she opens her mouth and hangs her tongue. Asking for it like a dog. Barking up at him as he looks down at her with nothing but lust in his gaze.

She’s reduced herself to nothing but some sex machine. She’s sure he didn’t even consent to this. She was coming onto him for hours today. Showing skin in hopes he’d fold, touching him constantly. He did absolutely nothing in response. Suggested they do friendly activities. Like cuddling.

But she just had to have his dick.

Lips wrapped around the tip, she sucks like a damn vacuum. He groans and helps her with a hand to the back of her head. But he doesn’t actually want this. There’s no way.

She forced him. She totally did. Begging and pleading like a common whore. And she got what she wanted. Made him feel bad, so he caved. Rapist is what she is. They were right. 

He orgasms. She drinks up every last drop. Trying to show care and compassion. Show that this is an act of service. The only way she knows how to show love. He has done so much for her, surely this will convey that? 

However, he doesn’t go for a round two…

Filthy pervert.