by Writing Shark
A normal morning
There is nothing better than lying next to an incredibly beautiful woman after an hour of hard sex and feeling the adrenaline in your body dissipate. You calm down, realize that you just fucked a hot chick’s brains out and congratulate yourself on your successful conquest. There is nothing better.
At least, there shouldn’t be anything better. But unfortunately this feeling of glorious elation is not the same for you as it is for normal people.
With expressionless eyes you turn your head to the side and look at Hanna’s trained, beautiful body under the bed covers that only cover half of her body.
She looks like the Mona Lisa, a hard-fucked and post-orgasmic Mona Lisa. But she has almost the same smile on her lips as she slowly comes to her senses after sex. But the smile is the only thing that reminds you of the famous work of art.
“Fucking shit,” moans the girl next to you, stretching and making sure you can see her breasts stretching against her skin. “What a great fuck. You really are a god with your cock.” You just grin.
“You make it so easy,” you say and take the bottle of Chateau Mouton Rothschild from the table. It’s actually too early for something like that, but you don’t care.
“I want something too,” says the beautiful girl and grabs the bottle from your hands. You watch her drinking and as the delicate creature next to you takes several big sips, it becomes painfully clear to you again that the good sex, the expensive wine, the extremely luxurious room in the super expensive mountain hut in Switzerland and the company of your friends are not giving you the joy that they should. And for exactly the same reason, Hannah next to you drinks more alcohol in the morning than you do.
No, she has nothing in common with the Mona Lisa except for the post-coital grin. Otherwise, Hannah is a spoiled, stupid, arrogant, incredibly pretty and lazy creature who lives off her father’s money, keeps her body beautiful and young and does nothing for the world other than to be a perfect wank template for everyone who looks at her.
Just like you.
The only thing that distinguishes you from the fuckable parasite of society next to you is a Y-chromosome and that you are not only super smart, but also have such intelligence that Hannah next to you could not acquire even with the best universities and all the money in the world. While Hannah is stupid, you are bored.
And you envy her for that.
“Mmmmh..:” purrs your beautiful bedmate as your hands move over her hips, first up to her shoulders, briefly over her breasts, then back down between her legs. “I’m so glad I pulled you,” she whispers, lies on her back with a moan of relief, spreads her legs and lets your fingers penetrate her pussy, already wet in the morning.
This is part of the game you and your friends play. Whenever you can afford it, you retreat to a secluded place, stock up on as much alcohol and drugs as you can and fuck until you can’t walk anymore. Then you talk about everything your parents did to you. Then you fuck a little more.
You love it. And you hate it. The sex is good, even if Hannah behaves like a diva when she fucks. But the pretty twenty-four-year-old daughter of a car manufacturer is hot enough to make your cock hard and intelligent enough not to make your life too hard. An orgasm as a reward and most of the time she is happy with how you treat her. Especially since she has the hots for you. You’ve known that for a long time, but good looks alone aren’t enough for you in this world where money can buy everything, especially beauty.
Or maybe it would, you think as your fingers make Hannah’s tight pussy squelch. Hot juices run over your fingers and her slimy inner walls massage you while she closes her eyes and moans softly.
It’s not her fault that you’re only interested in her body. If you were a normal boy, you’d be falling over yourself to get a girl like her. But you have, by far, the richest parents of all your friends. The flight to Switzerland in a private jet, the house, the alcohol and the drugs, all paid for by you. That’s why Hannah swallowed your load yesterday. And this morning she’s also trying hard with her hot display of her body. In vain.
“I’m coming…” Hannah moans into your fingers while you don’t even look at her. “Fuck… Yes… keep going… Kyle… you make me come with your fingers… god yes!” It’s a small, pleasant orgasm and you give her the courtesy to stimulate her even further until she calms down. “Shit,” she moans again. Then she looks at you. “What’s wrong? Kyle?” You ignore the girl and wipe your fingers on the bed covers while staring at the ceiling. You just need peace and quiet, then you can go back to the pointless games you and your friends play. “Kyle?” Hannah’s grinning face appears in front of yours. “Don’t be such a grump,” she tries to cheer you up clumsily and naively. And she laughs when you push her aside with an annoyed grumble.
“I’m hungry,” you mumble. And Hannah is back on your body.
“Mmmmh… Me too,” she grins and pokes the tip of your cock with her manicured fingers. “For sausage and…” You sit up and she has to back away from your cock.
“I’m really hungry,” you say again, but before Hannah can reply, a quiet moan comes from the room next to you.
“Milo and Susy are probably hungry too,” the girl grins cheekily and moves between your legs again. “And me too.”
“God will you shut up?” you ask, annoyed, and swing yourself out of bed. Her eyes follow you, but then wander to the impressive cock between your legs. “That’s all we do, don’t you get it? Sex and drugs and alcohol.” Your friends are already used to your outbursts and you’re glad that fate has put Hannah in your bed, not only because Susy would never suck your cock, but also because Hannah has the most understanding of you among your friends.
“And what do you want me to do about it?” she asks irritably. It turns out that today is not a day of compassion waiting for you. And you don’t want that either, since you lead a life of luxury and without deprivation. “I suck your cock, I fuck you, I’m nice to you. What more do you want?” An annoyed groan is all she gets in response as you put on your boxer shorts. Finally, Hannah also stands up and stands behind you. “Listen,” she says in a soft voice. “Whatever it is that alcohol, sex and drugs can’t flush out of your system, maybe I can.” Of course, she makes your problems a matter of her. That’s Hannah and with the life you two lead, you can’t even blame her.
“Let it go,” you say coldly and turn to leave. “I’ll make myself something to eat and…”
But Hannah holds you back. She tries anyway, which isn’t easy considering her lightweight and your muscular body (thanks to a personal trainer, good food and cruel father). You pull her two more steps with you, then you stop for Hannah, Hannahon your arm.
“Come back to bed,” the girl with the crush urges you. “Fuck me and just forget your worries, okay?” She seductively steps back, spreads her legs a little and pulls her labia apart for you. “I’m wet and ready for you and here’s everything you need.” She smiles at you, almost in love. “You just have to get it.”
Writing Shark 