Outside the office and the dull, plain community college building the parking lot ran down to a patch of grass, then a copse of trees separated the campus from the highway that led to the dreary grid of suburban streets and fast food places, most of them eerily empty at this hour. He sneezed in the twilight breeze and spread his hands out with a teensy-weensy jubilatory cry of conquest
"It's a fucked-up world," He said, "Filled with fucked-up people. But I don't think you're one of them. I think those other guys were. I want to hold you because I want to hold you, not because I feel sorry for you. We have an agreement, remember? This is only the start."
“Are you serious?” Emma heaved as she skipped three steps to elude a trip from an ill disposed Styrofoam cup.
“Yeah, serious from the bone to the marrow”, Ssewanyana Daniel hissed between clenched teeth.
The past year had not been so great for her romantically. She had attempted being in an open relationship, which failed miserably. She got back together with two different men from her past, which failed miserably. She attempted to use self-help books to find love, which (you guessed it!) also failed miserably. She had been ghosted, both in the "guy stops texting me" sense and the "guy leaves the country for good" sense. It had been exhausting to try to encounter deep, romantic love, to the point that she had often considered giving up on the whole endeavor completely. But what was she going to do, not date at all? Sincerely sit around and wait for the right guy to come along? Fuck that. She was too impatient and too horny to wait, and too broke to not accept free drinks. This is where the fuckboy entered the picture.
Ssewanyana Daniel was the archetypal fuck boy- a manipulating dick who does whatever it takes to benefit him, regardless of who he screws over. He will screw over anyone and everyone as long he got what he wanted.
So Ssewanyana Daniel had bought her four drinks and this is how far his money’s worth had paid off! He was walking her past the fast food places, a cheap motel in his mind-Two ducks and a Seat, at the corner house crowning Magezi Street. Once they entered the cheap hotel room. The rest of the motions seemed to just fall in place like clockwork. She closed her eyes and her mind zeroed down on 'The Great Gatsby,' a book about the unattainable dream. She saw Ssewanyana slip into the bathroom, his dick looming ahead of him like a tow-bar. Her mind raced through the pages of F Scott Fitzgerald's classic book. One of the greatest pieces of literature of all time. A timeless classic that tells the story of a man, James Gatz, who has an undying dream, a desire for a love that he will never have. "Gatsby believed in the green light. The orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but it's no matter. For tomorrow we will run faster, reach our arms out farther. Then on one fine day, so we beat on, boats against the current, we are borne back into the past"- A closing line in the masterpiece novel, The Great Gatsby.
Ssewanya returned from the bathroom with a black, prickly condom already on his unbendable dick. The sight of him like this turned her on. She cherished the feeling of warm, oozy, goblets escape the tight lips of her womanhood down to her thighs. He loomed over her now with a look of absolute rage on his face, muscles swollen, fingers clenched—the rage of being oversexed. Ssewanyana bent over and grabbed her hair as if he could pull the come out of her, pulling her head to the side till she opened her teeth in a grimace of pain.
"Give it to me, bitch! Give it to me, you hot cunt!"
Slapp!! Whackk!! Splatt!! Plapp!!
He grabbed his cock in one hand and opened her cunt with the other and began to slap the head against her clit. His dick felt like it weighed a ton and the sound it made as it splashed into her wet trough was like a log splattering into a muddy swamp. He beat her cunt with his prick and each blow was a jolt of pleasure for them both.
Faster and faster he beat her with his cock, and Emma wailed and screamed so loud he was afraid they'd hear her at the other end of the hallway, so he quickly grabbed her rumpled panties from the chair and stuffed them into her open mouth. That seemed to be the last straw, the final indignity she needed. She wailed behind the black gag of her panties and arched her back and started to come—the big one, the soul-killer—and at that moment he stopped slapping her with his dick, pushed the head dick down with his thumb so it found her moist pink hole, and shoved his whole length into her with one thrust of his hips, right at the height of her climax.
Thirty minutes later, she was still waiting. Ssewanyana had left the room claiming he was going to the ATM. She waited on end for him to return. Later, three hours she disengaged the wait option, dressed up and sneaked out of the boarding house. She had never felt so cheap in her life. She had never felt so useless and miserable in all her life. She had never felt so small and vulnerable and yet so safe, before in her life.
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