The Streamer - Humiliate her
From Create Your Own Story
All of a sudden, you take a firm grip of her messy, blonde ponytail and wrangle her underneath you on the couch. Ashley yelps again, in discomfort this time, and looses a fresh sob as you pull her hair.
"You wanted me all this time, didn't you?" you ask gruffly, your grip on her hair tightening in a bid to get a panicked answer. Tears begin to stream down her face as she struggles to respond.
"Y-y-yes...!" she finally manages in an explosive sob, "I w-wanted you to like me... But not like this..."
You cut her off.
"You wanted my dick." you say matter-of-factly, giving her hair another tug.
"Ow... Hhah... I just wanted you to fuck me..." she admits in a small voice, clearly exhausted from the constant pain and tension, "B-but I got fat... Nobody wants m-me anymore..."
"Except the people who watch your streams." She noticeably stiffens at this, and you respond by delivering a stinging slap to one of her huge, doughy tits. She cries out, the tears and desperation renewing; "Admit it! You only stream because you like the idea of so many men staring at your tits!"
"...Yes..." she whimpers.
"You get off to it... And you love the idea of them getting off to you."
"Mmhm... Yes~" she gasps, her hips grinding up against you involuntarily as you keep her pinned beneath you.
You lean forward then, unzipping your fly and allowing your your sack to spill out over her face, jostling her glasses as your hardened shaft comes to lie flat against her cheek.
"You're a fat little slut." you sneer as you grind your beefy dick into her face, and all pretense of her shame has gone out the window judging by the way her hot little tongue slips out to lap at your meat, even as you grind roughly against the contours of her pretty face.
"Ohh~... Jeff...!" she gasps out against your dick, eyes rolling upward as she's so thoroughly used and degraded, "Fuck my fat, slutty body...! Make me yours and cum on my face!"
As you gaze down to finally see the face of the popular, cock-hungry slut you used to know writhing against your shaft, you can't help but release... And Ashley gasps in surprise as her motions churn wad after fat, sticky wad of cum from your tip, thoroughly caking her pretty, moaning face and covering her from the neck up in your seed.
You rise from the couch at this point.
"Go get yourself cleaned up." you say, flicking the last few droplets on to her face, "And makes sure your tits are out when you come back."
Ashley rises from her place on the couch, and now that her arousal has receded, so too has the confident slut of just a moment ago. "Okay..." she manages through new tears, a flush of shame on her cheeks as she leaves the room to get cleaned up. Though you'd made progress, Ashley still stubbornly rejects her true nature... Leaving you to decide how best to proceed when she returns.
