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Brooke's Disgusting Neighbor (Patreon Exclusive)
🕑 Added 2023-01-20 19:03:15 +0000 UTCTags: Oral Sex, Cheating, Misogyny, MF
Starring: Brooke Ashley Bond (BrookeAB), Mason Lanier (Symfuhny), Gus (Original Character)
Author's note: This story definitely got away from me and I still have so much planned for it. There will be a part two at some point, but I needed to cut it off before I went too far with it. Let me know what you think!
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Mason felt that something was missing in his life.
He was a sophomore in college and his insatiable thirst for life was waning. In his freshman year, he attended any and all neighborhood parties that he and his friends heard about. Even ones that they weren't invited to. They concluded that those were actually the most fun. If there was no one there to recognize them, they could get away with more of their bullshit than usual. Mason specifically seemed to always make a lasting impression, keeping the life of the party alive at any cost.
However, after an alcohol poisoning scare, he reeled back his antics and began to focus on school. After some indecision, he set his sights on an accounting major and went forth with full speed. Fuck it, he told himself. It would undoubtedly be a boring career, but at least he’d have good job security. Being naturally gifted in academics allowed him to excel in his classes. He had high hopes for his future career, and yet, he felt directionless.
To try to curtail this feeling, he kept himself busy. He enjoyed a good workout and his toned body reflected his hard work. It’s safe to say that he took a lot of pride in his endurance and athleticism. He also played video games quite a bit and was pretty good at most of them. Streaming was a recent hobby that he took up and that certainly kept him busy.
His friends all eventually diagnosed him with the same thing: being a lonely fuck. He wanted a girlfriend. Actually, no. He NEEDED a girlfriend. Badly. Mason knew his friends were right, despite their lack of credentials to provide such a diagnosis. The problem was that he just couldn’t seem to find the right girl. Most of the women he dated were either psychos with misplaced confidence or just plain boring janes.
That is, until he met Brooke.
Brooke Ashley Bond was an absolute peach of a girl. Her apple-cheeked face brightened up every room that she was in. Heads turned in her direction and either did a double take or stayed planted squarely on the blonde bombshell.
Some eyes were satisfied to remain on her hazel gaze and award-winning smile, but others strayed further down to her voluptuous tits. I mean, how could they not? Her boobs were practically begging for attention. They generously filled out any outfit she wore, stretching the material of that day’s chosen attire to its absolute limits.
The most daring and least respectful eyes, however, didn’t stop there. They continued onwards to her greatest physical trait: her heart-shaped ass. It curved outwards and drew the attention of any passerby. It bounced with each step she took, rivaling any cosmetically-enhanced posterior that dared to enter into a battle of comparison.
She wasn’t sure why, but anytime she went out for a walk in leggings, she would often hear the screech of tires. She reasoned that her area was filled with bad drivers, but in reality, it was simply the result of distracted drivers stealing glimpses for longer than they should have.
Her irresistible ass and hefty tits were emphasized further by her ridiculously slim waist, which was great for her figure, but super inconvenient when it came to her outfits. Her dimensions made it so difficult to buy clothing that matched her proportions. It was a daily battle to find something appropriate to wear. She was often forced to decide between baggy or something that clung to every curve of her pornstar-esque body, leaving little to the imagination of the lust-filled men she encountered throughout her day.
Brooke was a college student as well, but she was a senior and a psychology major. She took her coursework seriously and always put her studies before anything else. She’d only been to a handful of parties and none contained the wild frat boys that she had been advised to stay away from.
It was in their shared academic ventures that Mason crossed paths with Brooke. There was a trivia night being held in the student center of their campus. After a few hours of competitive wit being exchanged, the teams were down to two: a loud-mouthed group of guys led by Mason and a nerdy all-female team with Brooke as their captain.
Mason couldn’t help but steal glances at the impressive blonde and his gaze was often met with a smile. Brooke felt her heart flutter whenever she looked back at the captain of the rival team that was carrying his group to such a close margin. His good looks were obvious to her, but it was his brains that won her over.
When the dust settled, Brooke’s team hoisted a small trophy high in the air.
Mason’s mood, however, had not soured in the slightest. The battle had been tough and their loss was not in shame. In a show of good sportsmanship, he approached the celebrating group of girls to congratulate them.
None were all that attractive. None except for the breathing-taking Brooke of course. Her blonde hair seemed to shine as he approached. Perhaps it was her unrivaled beauty that diminished the appearance of the girls around her. Either way, his focus was on her. He trembled as he introduced himself to Brooke and after a smooth greeting, he asked for a date.
The rest was history. They fell in love and spent every moment they could together. They were well known on campus as the most attractive couple, inseparable and annoyingly in love. Many guys cursed themselves for not making a move on Brooke when they had the chance. That didn’t stop some from trying, but none were successful.
She was taken completely with Mason’s charm, his photogenic looks, chiseled body, and his respectful nature. He never pushed her past her boundaries and was very patient with her inexperience.
Brooke finished her degree and found a job as a couple’s therapist while Mason continued his education. He stopped streaming and focused his energy on graduating early. His channel was dying off anyway. He graduated a year later and was immediately employed by a company he had interned for the year prior. He moved into Brooke’s apartment shortly after to reduce their rent expenses.
Fortunately for the couple, this came at just the right time. Brooke was let go from her job for receiving too many complaints. These all seemed to come from the female partners in the couples that she was counseling. In retrospect, adding a gorgeous girl into the mix of an already troubled relationship wasn’t a great idea.
And so, the college sweethearts found themselves in the domestic cliche of a working man and a homely female partner. Brooke was, of course, looking for jobs, but nothing seemed to be coming of it.
As Mason got to know Brooke more, he found that, while she was very book smart, she could be dangerously naive at times. It wasn’t a case of being dumb; she was just too trusting. She wanted to see the best in people, and that was something Mason loved about her, but she could never seem to understand that people were capable of bad things as well. When she came home from the mechanic one time without her bra, he knew he’d have to start being more protective of her.
A few weeks after moving in, Mason was still settling into his girlfriend’s cozy apartment. He started to get used to her routine and began to get comfortable using her bathroom and grabbing food from her fridge without asking. The main thing he noted was that she was a bit of a neat freak. Dishes always had to be washed as soon as they were done eating, she used coasters religiously, and the trash was emptied as soon as it was half full.
As Mason was coming home one day after work, he walked up the stairs of Brooke’s apartment complex and noticed a large man fumbling with his keys at the door of the apartment directly across from theirs. The man was clearly obese as his shirt struggled to contain his protruding gut. His hair was greasy and his clothes were wrinkled. His height was the most defining feature. Mason guessed that he must’ve stood at 6’8 or 6’9, which made his 5’5 stature seem very inadequate at that moment.
The man dropped his keys as Mason approached to enter the apartment he shared with Brooke. When he turned, he noticed Mason and grumbled out a small greeting, and that’s when Mason got a good look at his face. He had to try hard to not noticeably react.
The man was hideous. His face was pudgy and weathered with abundant acne scars and unshaven scruff. He looked as if a train had hit him and somehow, someway, the fat from his body cushioned the blow and allowed him to survive. To add insult to injury, his odor was unbearable. Mason only walked by him briefly and still, the smell was abhorrent.
Mason returned his greeting and took a quick peek in his apartment as the man walked in. As one may have guessed from his appearance, it was a disaster. Trash was all over the floor and an even worse stench filled the air.
Mason stood in the hallway for a moment in disbelief before laughing it off. He could only imagine what his angelic girlfriend would say if she saw that mess.
On a sunny Saturday morning, Mason found himself still lying in bed as Brooke entered the room.
“Hey babe,” Brooke smiled at him as she carried a laundry basket. “Still lounging around, huh?”
Mason stretched out before responding. “Yeah you got me, hah. I’m kinda sore from my workout yesterday.”
“Well, get as much rest as you need! You’ve been working hard to support the both of us, so you definitely deserve it,” she replied warmly before walking over and planting a brief kiss on his lips.
Mason took that moment to appreciate the beauty that was his girlfriend. As she turned, his gaze inevitably fell down to her ass. She wore tiny gym shorts that hugged her curvy booty perfectly. They were so skin tight that he could see the outline of her thong. He couldn’t resist and reached out to cop a feel.
Brooke immediately turned and slapped his hand away. “Babe! What have I told you about that?” She replied sternly. “I don’t like when you randomly grab my butt. It’s.. degrading!”
Mason was bummed, but he understood. “Sorry.. I’m sorry. Your butt just looks so good in those shorts!”
Brooke giggled. “Yeah, I knowww,” she replied as she wiggled her butt slightly. “But I still deserve respect!”
“You’re right, I’m sorry hon.”
“I guess I forgive you. Just don’t do it again, you pervy pervert!” She replied playfully while jabbing him in the side.
Mason responded with a simple smile, but he sighed internally. He had struggled with her conservative nature throughout their whole relationship, but after being together for two years, she still had barely moved an inch on the issue. They had sex infrequently. Maybe once a month if he was lucky, and when they did have sex, the lights were off, he had to wear two condoms, the positions were boring, and he never heard her moan or orgasm, despite her claims that she enjoyed it. She was as quiet as a mouse.
It was particularly difficult with her being so beautiful. When they were first dating, he imagined wild, never-ending sex sessions with the busty blonde. Reality was.. a disappointment, to say the least. But she was funny, smart, and extremely caring, so he put his lust aside.
Brooke spoke up and derailed his thoughts. “I’m going to go do a load of laundry, okay? Was there anything you wanted me to wash?”
“No, I think I’m good! Thanks babe.”
As Brooke walked to the edge of the bed, she noticed a pair of Mason’s socks wedged in between the mattress and footboard and she did not hesitate to scold him for not placing them in the hamper.
Mason silently cursed to himself. Two mistakes in one morning. He made a mental note to try to make it up to Brooke later as she walked out of the room.
Suddenly, an idea popped in his head and he raced out of bed. Why wait to treat his beautiful girlfriend like the princess she was when he could do it right now? He watched her leave the apartment to go to the communal laundry machines in the basement of their complex. He entered the kitchen and started boiling some water. Brooke loved tea and he was sure she’d appreciate a warm cup of it when she got back.
To his surprise, she returned much sooner than he expected.
“Hey, that was quick. Were you running up and down the stairs?” He asked with genuine curiosity.
Brooke replied, “No way, I would’ve broken my neck if I tried something like that! I dropped the laundry off with our neighbor.”
Mason raised his brows curiously. “You left the laundry-.. how come?”
Brooke smiled at her boyfriend and replied, “Oh yeah! I forgot to tell you. One of our neighbors offered to help me with my laundry a few weeks ago. He’s been helping ever since! He’s superrrrr duper sweet.”
Mason gave her a curious look for a moment before his heart dropped.
“Uhm, which.. which neighbor are you talking about?”
"The one right across the hall! His name is Gus,” she said with a giggle.
Despite her confirmation, he found it hard to believe his girlfriend was talking about the monster he saw in the hall.
“Is that the..” Mason paused and used his hands to portray a round-bodied figure. “The fat guy?”
Brooke gave her boyfriend a disappointed look. “Mase! That’s not nice! Yes, he’s a little larger than normal, but there’s no need to call him fat. He said he has a medical condition that makes it hard for him to lose weight.” She went on to explain another condition that let him collect disability checks, so he stayed home just like her.
“Okay, okay, you’re right. I’m sorry,” Mason responded, wary of the explanation he gave Brooke. He wondered what else he must’ve convinced her of.
“So.. what’s he getting out of this? Is he asking for anything in return?”
Brooke shook her head at her boyfriend. “Noooo, we just talk a little. I think he’s lonely and likes the company.”
Mason felt guilty for trying to prevent his sweet girlfriend’s helpful nature, but that didn’t stop him from feeling uneasy about the situation.
"I don't know, babe. I think I'd be more comfortable if you weren't around that guy. I just don't get a good feeling from him."
Brooke sighed. She enjoyed spending time with her neighbor, but she loved her boyfriend and didn’t want him to have to worry. "Okay, hon. He is totally harmless, but if you're that worried about it, I'll let him know that we'll be doing our own laundry from now on."
"Awesome, thanks babe," Mason replied. His relief, however, was short lived as Brooke added, "But you're going to be carrying that laundry basket up and down those stairs from now on. It’s super heavy and there’s a ton of stairs!”
Mason groaned, but still preferred this slight punishment over having his girlfriend interact with that creep. The deal was clearly unfair considering he was the one working full-time and Brooke stayed home all day, but Mason knew he had to pick his battles with Brooke. He agreed to her terms.
"Okay, I'll go talk to him then. Do you think you could get some lunch started?" Brooke said as she gave her boyfriend a quick kiss.
Mason nodded and watched as his adorable girlfriend walked away. He noticed an odd skip in her step as she was leaving, almost as if she was excited to be going to that ugly troll’s cave. Hah! As if, he thought to himself. His gaze once again fell down to her immaculate ass. It was so fucking juicy. It swayed back and forth irresistibly, and.. he noticed that he couldn't see the outline of her thong anymore.
He shook these thoughts free from his head and went to the fridge to see what they had to eat.
Brooke made her way to Gus's apartment. He had told her early on that there was no need to knock whenever she visited. He often kept the door unlocked when he was home.
With an excited smile, she walked into the foul-smelling cavern. A putrid stench immediately hit her nose. It was enough to make even a seasoned garbage man gag, but Brooke was used to it by now.
In fact, she enjoyed it. She took in a deep breath through her nose and reveled in the off-putting smell. Her nipples slowly hardened as an inexplicable wave of pleasure swept over her body. It was like snorting cocaine to her. It brightened her mood up every time, without fail.
She recalled the first time she visited and giggled to herself. She remembered having to hold her breath as she made conversation with this absolute stranger who had offered to do her laundry and being happy to have gotten out of there with her life.
Despite her immediate disgust, she found herself touching her pussy later that same night. Something that she hadn’t done in several months. Her curiosity kept bringing her back week after week.
As she made her way to the living room, her shoes squelched and sank into the stained carpet with each step. She had come to learn that Gus was a fan of pissing anywhere he felt like. He had previously joked that he had the biggest bathroom in the whole city.
Brooke knew she should have been horrified at this revelation, but she was mesmerized instead. Mesmerized with her neighbor’s absolute carelessness. His disdain for normalcy. His dedication towards being his own man and doing whatever the fuck he wanted. It was so foreign to her not to keep a tidy home and follow the rules and that’s what kept her coming back.
She called out, “Hey Gus!! I hope you’re decent! I gotta talk to you,” before she turned the corner and found the large man sitting on his discolored sofa next to the laundry basket she dropped off earlier that morning. His massive weight visibly disrupted the alignment of the sofa. It sank lower to the ground in the center where he sat. He wore loose boxer briefs and a stained t-shirt.
Oh, and he was holding her panties up to his nose and sniffing the life out of them. At the same time, he crudely groped a massive bulge in his boxers. Several of her panties, thongs, and bras surrounded the burly man.
Brooke couldn’t help but smile. He was always up to his silly antics, but she was a bit worried that all of her underwear was out in the open like that.
“Oh hey, dollface. Just makin’ sure these are all dirty,” he said, not making any moves to hide his perverted behavior. “Don’t wanna waste my time and wash clothes that don’t need to be washed!”
Brooke felt a bit of relief and giggled. She should’ve known he’d have a good reason for what he was doing. He always seemed to explain himself so well whenever she didn’t understand something he did.
“Ohhh, that makes sense. No, totally, go ahead. I sometimes throw stuff in there without even thinking twice,” she responded with a pretty smile.
“Yeah, I fuckin’ bet! Cunts like you love making more work for yourself. Gives you a reason to be useful, hah!” Gus replied and chuckled at his own joke. The excess blubber surrounding his stomach jiggled along with his hearty laughter.
Brooke rolled her eyes and flashed a grin. By now, she had gotten accustomed to his crude comments. He wasn’t popular with the ladies when he was younger, so he didn’t feel the need to respect them now. That was the logic he explained to her anyway.
As a psych major, she knew everyone had different coping mechanisms and she felt great sympathy for this beast of a man. So much so that she wanted to help him.
Even just by being a friend.
“Hey, I don’t do it on purpose!” Brooke replied jokingly as she inched closer to the man and jabbed him in the side. They had definitely developed a playful friendship over the weeks and they were getting increasingly comfortable with each other.
Gus was a tad ticklish and jumped in response to her touch.
In retaliation, he grabbed her forearm before she could pull away and yanked her onto the couch close to him. She landed on the empty pizza box laying beside him, but that was the least of her worries. He began to tickle her stomach mercilessly with his left hand, brushing the bottom of her fantastic tits. This sent shockwaves of excitement through his body and to his growing cock.
Brooke couldn’t contain her giggling as she spasmed and squirmed against his large body.
A minute passed before she began to get exhausted and screamed out, “Please! Hahaha, please stop! No more! I can’t, hehe.. take it!! You win! You win!!” She tried to free herself, but was absolutely no match for this behemoth of a man. His right arm was draped over her shoulders and held her in place.
While she wriggled around, she found herself hunched over his lap with her face near his groin. Her body continued to jerk back and forth and her head brushed the outline of his girthy cock. She didn’t immediately notice her positioning as she was currently fighting for her life trying to survive the onslaught on tickles. She was at his mercy and that was something about their relationship that she found herself loving. She felt so powerless in his presence.
Finally, he relented but kept his right arm draped over her. She stayed on his lap as she recovered, breathing heavily from the laughing fit. Her body was facing away from him so her left cheek was laying flat on his groin.
“Oh my god.. that was.. intense, you jerk! Hehe.”
“Serves you right. Don’t start something you can’t finish, ya dumb broad.” He moved his right hand over to lay it across her exposed right thigh and caressed it. “Fuck, you’ve got some juicy thighs!”
Brooke smiled and looked up at him before responding. “Oh whatever!! I only poked you because you called me a bad word!”
“What.. cunt? That ain’t a bad word!” he replied, flashing his yellow-stained teeth at the lovely girl next to him. “I always say, if ya don’t wanna be called a cunt, don’t be a cunt! Haha!”
Brooke knew she’d get nowhere arguing his point and just rolled her hazel eyes at him instead.
They had shared conversations on his sofa before so she was no stranger to his body odor, but being directly under his belly fat and above his groin magnified the smell. Though, Brooke didn’t consider that to be a bad thing. His revolting nature had turned into an obsession for her at this point. One that she didn’t fully acknowledge yet.
She could feel the outline of his meaty cock with the back of her head as she moved it back and forth. It felt unrealistically large to her, but he never made any attempts to hide his bulge when she visited before so she knew he had a big cock.
Jokingly, she turned her head away from him and down towards his stained briefs. She was surprised to see an angry looking cockhead staring back at her. With all the movement, his cock hardened to a semi-erection and two inches of his meat were peeking out from the bottom of his underwear.
She hesitated only for a second before leaning in to sniff it. “Oh, PU!! When’s the last time you showered, sir?” She said with a laugh.
Gus could detect the playful joke in her voice, but still wanted to punish her for it. He gave her a cheeky smile before using his left hand to push her face into his groin. He moaned at the delightful feeling of having a cute girl on his cock. Gus held her head there firmly and grinded her face around as her face was smothered by his raging erection.
She muffled out a few protests, but that didn’t stop him. Her weak arms pushed against the sofa, but they couldn’t possibly hope to set her free.
“Yeah bitch, how’s the smell now, huh?”
“Mfffpphhhh!!” Brooke moaned out, her response disrupted by a face full of cock. She played along and giggled as he raised his hips to hump her face.
“Oh, and to answer your question, that’s about a month without a shower, haha! Don’t see a reason to clean more than that.”
Her arms weren’t helping, so she gave up trying to get free. Her efforts were only half-hearted anyway. This was the closest she had ever been to this ogre that had taken over every one of her dreams for the past few weeks. In truth, she was enjoying the intimacy, despite it being in this odd context. Gus could’ve sworn that he felt her giving him little kisses, but he couldn’t be sure.
After a minute or so, she did the only thing she could think of. She stuck her tongue out and licked his foul-smelling cock. He tasted salty and faintly of urine. She hoped this would tickle him enough to let her go, but he moaned out instead, seemingly enjoying her warm tongue. After a minute, she gave up this technique, and used her teeth instead. She bit down on his cock softly and Gus immediately released the cute blonde. She sat upright in victory.
“Haha! How’s it feel being outsmarted by a girl?” Brooke asked pridefully, her lips glistening with her own saliva.
Gus chuckled and responded, “Hey, you’re the one with the taste of my cock in your mouth! Haha, how’s the flavor, bimbo?”
Brooke didn’t want to appear phased, so she gave him a genuine smile and replied, “It actually tasted super yummy, thanks for asking.” She made a show of licking her lips and savoring the taste in her mouth as if she had just eaten a delicious dessert.
Gus had no idea what possessed this smoking hot babe to act the way she did around him. The fact that she gave him the time of day at all was mind-boggling, but he wasn’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth. Spending the last few weeks with her had driven him mad with lust.
In response, Gus raised his hips and slid his briefs off in one quick motion.
“If you like it so much, why don’t you have some more?” He asked her confidently.
Brooke’s smile dropped. Her eyes were immediately drawn to his cock.
By all accounts, it was an absolute monster. It was hideous, uncut, and dirty. One could assume it had gone through war the way it looked. A veteran cock. At the base was a large forest of pubic hair. His impressive girth was comparable to her forearm. His length was too, for that matter. It was discolored and veiny, and the odor of his dried urine filled the air around them.
For some reason, she didn’t expect Gus to push it this far, and while the sensible thing to do would be to deny his request, two things were preventing her from doing so.
The first was the fact that she still wanted to one-up him. She was never one to stray away from a challenge and doing so against this egotistical bastard would make him that much cockier. Not that he could get much cockier, given what he had just revealed to her.
And two, she really, really wanted another taste of him. It was almost an instinct. His cock was staring back at her begging to be serviced. Demanding it, actually.
And so, without skipping a beat, she looked at Gus with a tinkle in her eye and replied, “Don’t mind if I do.”
She immediately leaned in and licked Gus’s stinky fuckmeat. Over and over.
He groaned out, “Fuck yeah, whore! God damn, THAT’S A GOOD GIRL.”
Brooke moaned in response and doubled her efforts. She made sure every inch of his grotesque cock sword was covered with her saliva.
“AHHHH, that slutty tongue of yours sure is something special, hah!”
Brooke began to breathe heavily as she focused on her task. She licked his ugly cock up and down its entire length. She could visibly see how her licks were cleaning off his disgusting secretions. After a month of not washing, sweat, piss, and cum had formed and dried dozens of times over, but that didn’t stop Brooke.
She fucking loved the added flavor.
“Mmmmhhh, your cock tashhhtes delishhhious! Ishh sewww big! Thank you shhir,” she moaned out in between licks.
She lapped away at his repulsive cock with the enthusiasm of a giddy schoolgirl. She circled her once-innocent tongue around his throbbing cockhead, sucking on it briefly before continuing to shower his cock with licks and
“Thank youusff, thank youhff, thank youuuuphff,” she repeated over and over. The left side of her cheek was constantly hitting Gus’s pudgy gut, but she didn’t mind.
Gus had no clue what she was thanking him for. He was just some fat bum that stayed inside all day. Brooke was the angel that countless people drooled over, but he liked the idea that she was grateful simply to be licking his meat.
“Damn right, YOU BETTER THANK ME BITCH.” He reached over with his right hand and slapped each of her ass cheeks a few times. Her juicy cheeks jiggled back and forth and he groped them while she was distracted with his cock. His ass slapping only egged the busty blonde on.
“Eeek! Yesshh, thank you shhir. Thank you for not washhing your big cock. You made ett sew tashhhty for me, hehe,” she said before she grabbed Gus’s cock at the base and moved it around to rub the length of his cock all over her face.
Somewhere in her brain, her neural highway wasn’t set up right. The electrical impulses from her taste buds were making her react with moans instead of disgust. She wasn’t sure if that made her a whore, but at this point, she didn’t care.
“Sew yummy, soo fuckinnn’ yummy, yummy, yummy. Ohm om om ommm,” she moaned out.
Gus just sat there with a shit-eating grin. The dominating thrill of having this blonde degrade herself like this was incredible.
He wasn’t satisfied though. He wanted her throat, and she seemed to be taking her sweet time exploring every veiny inch of his massive cock.
“That’s enough teasing whore,” he said as he grabbed ahold of her hair and aimed his cock at her open mouth. He looked at her with a greedy smile before impaling his cock deep in her mouth.
The beautiful girl gagged immediately and had trouble taking him into her mouth, but she was never one to give up.
Not that he would even allow that. Gus’s large hand continued to apply downward pressure on her head, forcing more and more of his cock into her panicked throat.
“Yeahhh, that’s a good bitch. TAKE MY COCK YOU STUPID CUNT!” He barked out at her.
Brooke wanted to please the giant that this lovely cock belonged to. She was nearly in love with it, and so, she tried her hardest to take him down her throat.
She relaxed her throat as much as could and tried to regulate breathing through her nose as she helped him stuff his cock into her windpipe.
Not that he needed much help. His massive body obviously gave him incredible strength that she was no match for, and he seemed to be using every ounce of it to slam her head down onto his cock. She was at his mercy entirely and her pussy gushed at this thought. She never realized how much she loved being treated like a ragdoll.
“Stupid bitch, take it! SWALLOW MY COCK! FUCK YOUR DUMB FACE ON MY MEAT!!” He roared out at the struggling blonde.
Her eyes strained and spit was flying out of the tiny corners of her mouth that weren’t filled with cock as she gagged constantly. Or.. tried to gag. Her reflex was being interrupted by the cock impaled in her esophagus.
She could hardly take it anymore and tried to get herself free, but made no progress. She patted his thigh as a sign that she needed air, but he clearly did not give a flying fuck.
Miraculously, she managed to take his horse cock all the way down her throat. The tip of her nose pressed into his pubic jungle and she smiled.. as much she could with such a large object in her mouth.
“Mmmmphhffff!” She moaned out in triumph.
“Ahhhh, that feels FUCKING good!” Gus said as he wiggled his pelvis back and forth to stir his cock inside of her.
“You’re a good bitch, you know that?” Gus continued as he kept her face buried into his lap. “I might just keep you here forever! Haha!”
Brooke muffled out protests to be let go, but they were incoherent at best. She stuck her tongue out as much as she could and lapped away at the side of his cock. At this point, she was doing anything to get some air.
He began to slap her cheek to
“You’re a dumb cunt, you know that right?”
Brooke nodded her head in agreement.
“Are you a STUPID BITCH?”
Again, Brooke nodded yes, and giggled internally, despite the circumstances. He had her at a complete disadvantage and knew she’d agree to anything he said. The cocky bastard!
“Are you going to keep coming back here so I CAN SUFFOCATE YOUR DUMB FACE?”
She nodded.
“EVERY DAMN DAY?”
She nodded again.
Gus laughed out as the young girl's vision started to grow dark. He continued to laugh as her eyes rolled back into her head and her arms went limp as he continued to degrade her.
“Fuck, you’re passing out, ain’t ya? Hahah! DUMB CUNT CAN’T EVEN TAKE A GOOD DICKING! HAH!” He laughed out loud.
“I’ll let you go, but I want you to KEEP me stuffed in your throat, okay? All on your own. Just for another thirty seconds!” He then looked at her more closely and loved what he saw. An absolute mess of a woman. Her face was beet red and spit covered her mouth. She was sweating and her hair was in disarray.
“Actually, let's make it a whole minute. I like the way you look too much. One minute and then you can breathe, hahaha! GOT IT, CUNT?”
Brooke’s eyes fluttered in response. She was barely conscious but still managed to hear his demand.
He violently slapped her face a few times and her cheek quickly reddened. Her awareness increased enough so she could nod in agreement.
“Okay BITCH, here we go. One. Two. THREE!” And with that, he finally let her go.
Just as he instructed, Brooke kept his cock exactly where it was. It went against every instinct she had to continue to suffocate herself. Fight or flight kicked in minutes ago. What she was fighting now was a primal human instinct to survive. It took every ounce of willpower that she had.
She kept count in her head and when she reached sixty seconds, she lurched backwards and gasped for air.
Gus laughed at the poor girl as she recovered. “I gotta say, you look real cute when you’re strugglin’ to breathe! Hahah!”
Brooke coughed as she tried to regain her normal breathing pattern. Eventually, she looked back at the ogre who just assaulted her mouth without a shred of mercy and saw him masturbating. She looked down and realized her legs were open and her little shorts stretched up and displayed her ass perfectly.
She couldn’t help but smile at him. Even as she was choking for air, he was still pleasuring himself to her! This man had no respect for her. Not a single care for her well-being whatsoever. And she loved that.
Looking at him, she admitted, “That was.. so fucking sexy! The way you used me! Oh my god..” She leaned forward on the sofa and shifted her body weight to rest on the behemoth’s shoulder.
She stared into his eyes and continued. “You’re.. so hot, you know that? In.. your own way. You’re so careless and.. fuck, it just makes me so wet!! Thank you! Thank you so much for using me.” Her cute voice sounded adorably naive. “You could’ve picked any girl in the whole building and you chose me! Hehe, thank you so much!!”
Gus laughed at her response. “Yeah, you’re a real lucky cunt, haha! Now shut the fuck up and finish me off!”
Brooke squealed in excitement and got down on her knees in front of him. Her knees sank into the carpet as she took his throbbing cock back into her mouth and bobbed her head up and down enthusiastically. Gus let her take control for a bit before he took over and thrusted his cock in and out of her.
When he let her up for air, she told him that they needed to hurry as her boyfriend was waiting on her.
Gus was more than happy to increase his intensity. Whatever little harshness he was holding back went out the window and he humped Brooke’s adorable face as if she was a blow up doll.
A few minutes later, he jammed his cock down her throat until he bottomed out and emptied his balls.
“AHHH! Fuckkk, SWALLOW MY SEED YOU SLUTTY WHORE!”
Brooke did all she could to gulp down his gooey cum, but some inevitably spilled out of her mouth. She cupped her hands to catch the excess and made a show of eating it after Gus released his cock from her gullet.
They both sat back in exhaustion.
“Shit! That’s the cleanest I’ve been in a while, haha. Thanks,” he replied and patted her on the head.
Brooke would’ve normally hated the condescending praise, but it meant the world to her since it came from Gus.
“You.. sure do cum a lot, hehe,” Brooke told him.
In between his heavy panting, Gus replied, “Plenty more where that came from, cunt.”
Brooke smiled warmly at him. For whatever reason, his degrading way with words flowed so well coming out of his chubby-cheeked mouth. It was so natural. “Mmm, I can’t wait! I hope..-” Her face suddenly changed. She just now remembered why she was there.
“Oh, hey.. uhm, I forgot to mention this.. Mason and I talked about you.”
Gus replied, “Oh yeah? What did the kid say?”
She went on to explain their conversation and how Mason didn’t want him doing their laundry anymore.
“But you can still visit me, can’t you? I’m just off the hook for washing your clothes!”
“Well.. I think it has less to do with the clothes and more to do with me being around you. He doesn’t trust you.. for some reason,” Brooke said as she leaned forward and licked the tip of Gus’s shrinking dick to clean a final drip of cum she saw forming.
Gus grew a bit worried. “Now hold on a second, you can’t just stop coming over! I need my dick sucked! Not to mention, I was hoping to get in that sweet pussy of yours!”
Brooke gave him a sad look. “I know you were! But.. he’s my boyfriend. I have to-..” She gave up on her sentence and just sat back on her knees with her face buried in her hands. “I just don’t know..”
“Well fuck! I was just starting to change my opinion of girls, too.. I went from hating all cunts to thinking they might actually have a goddamn use!”
Brooke looked at the large man sympathetically. Her eyes fell down to his magnificently horrible cock as she contemplated what she should do.
She found that she loved when she was powerless with Gus. The idea of being an absolute fuckdoll for his cock was something that brought her a lot of joy, but being controlled by her boyfriend simply rubbed her the wrong way. She was helping her neighbor! Changing his thoughts towards women was a big deal. Even if it was just switching over from hatred to viewing them as sexual objects. This is what she was passionate about. From her college studies to her work as a couples counselor, figuring out why people behave a certain way and helping them solve their problems was her calling. There was no way she was going to let her boyfriend get in the way of that.
And with that, her mind was made up. She informed Gus of her decision, picked up her laundry basket, and walked back to her apartment.
Comments
Jon Bart
This story really needs to be continued
Pork Champ
Nice. BrookeAB is underrated
