Minutes later the boring man was fucking Lara on her couch. But not at all in the way Lara wanted. She had wanted him to slam into her, pin her down and ravage her. Slap her around and pull her hair until he made her choke on his cock and eventually left her as a used up bitch on the hard floor.
None of this happened, however. Benjamin steadily penetrated her in the missionary position, grunting softly each time. He seemed scared even to squeeze her breasts, in case it would offend her. He didn't understand Lara's thrusts towards him, and gently continued his lovemaking.
Lara closed her eyes and thought about the lucky girls she had seen around the internet. More than ever she wished she was one of them. This gave her nothing.
At last, he came in her pussy and collapsed panting over her. Lara twisted her head slightly away as he tried to kiss her.
She shuffled him out the door as fast as she could, making up excuses and assuring him vaguely she would call him later. He had stars in his eyes as he went out the door.
Semen was still seeping out of Lara when she closed the door and picked up the carrot by the doorstep.
This gave me more pleasure than the real thing, she thought to herself before slowly rubbing its rough texture against her pussy lips. She brought it to her mouth and tryingly licked the sperm from the vegetable. New waves of intense arousal and hit her longing body when she tasted the salty fluid. Fantasies of being ravaged in the most degrading ways flooded her mind once again.
As she once again started giving it to her dripping cunt, she knew nothing had changed, she needed more sex. Harder, filthier, rougher and messier. Her cravings were too strong to be ignored, she would have to find release somewhere.
But where could she find what she wanted without being exposed? |