Take Me Know Like A Bitch!

The room was dimly lit, save for the soft glow emanating from the computer screen. The young man, no older than 20, sat in front of his monitor, eyes glued to the video playing before him. The title read: “Take Me Know Like A Bitch!”

He clicked play, and the video began. A petite Asian girl, herskin smooth and flawless, filled the screen. She was sitting on a bed, wearing nothing but a tiny white tank top that barely covered her pert breasts, and a pair of skimpy panties. Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her almond-shaped eyes were hooded with desire.

The camera zoomed in on her face as she bit her lower lip, sending a jolt of lust straight to the young man’s core. “I’ve been such a naughty girl,” she purred, her voice low and seductive. “I need to be punished.” She paused, letting her words hang in the air, before continuing. “Take me, use me, like the bitch I am.”

The young man swallowed hard, his pulse quickening. He knew he shouldn’t be watching such explicit content, but there was something about this girl, about her raw sexuality and willingness to submit, that he couldn’t resist.

On the screen, the girl laid back on the bed, spreading her legs to reveal the damp spot on her panties. She ran a finger over the fabric, teasing herself before hooking her thumbs in the waistband and slowly removing them. Her pussy was shaved smooth, glistening with her arousal.

“That’s it, show me how much you want it,” she cooed, locking eyes with the camera. The young man leaned forward, his own arousal growing with each passing second. He knew this was wrong, but he couldn’t tear himself away.

The girl began to touch herself, dragging her fingers through her slick folds, her breaths coming in short gasps. “I want you to fuck me,” she begged, slipping a finger inside her tight hole. “I want you to fuck me like the dirty slut I am.”

The young man’s hand drifted to his crotch, rubbing himself through his jeans as he watched the girl pleasure herself. She was nothing more than a pornstar, a means to an end, but in that moment, it didn’t matter. All that mattered was the building pressure in his groin, the need to release.

On the screen, the girl added another finger, pumping them in and out of her hungry pussy. Her free hand found her nipple, pinching and tugging at the hard bud. “Fuck…” she groaned. “Fuck me hard…large cock…hard cock…” Her words trailed off into moans as she lost herself in her own pleasure.

The young man couldn’t hold back any longer. Reaching into his pants, he freed his throbbing erection, stroking it in time with the girl’s movements. He imagined it was his fingers inside her, his thumb circling her clit, driving her wild with lust. He imagined burying his face between her thighs, lapping at her sweet nectar, feeling her squirm against him.

His breathing grew ragged as his orgasm approached. “That’s right,” the girl on the screen moaned. “Cum for me…cum all over me…mark me as your slut…” The young man threw his head back, his hand moving faster now, chasing the edge. “Fuck…” he groaned, his body tensing. “Fuck…I’m cumming…”

With a strangled cry, he came hard, spurting hot seed all over his hand and belly. On the screen, the girl was cumming too, her pussy clenching around her fingers as she rode out her orgasm. They came down together, panting and sated, snuggling into the bed.

In the aftermath, the young man felt a twinge of shame. He had just jerked off to a porn video, a shameful act in the eyes of society. But there was no denying the intense pleasure he had experienced, the rush of endorphins still coursing through his veins.

He watched as the girl on the screen rolled onto her back, a satisfied smile on her face. “Thanks for playing with me,” she said, blowing a kiss to the camera. The young man felt a pang in his chest, a strange mix of affection and longing. He knew it was ridiculous to feel anything for a pornstar, but there was something about her, something that made him crave more.

With a sigh, he closed the video and leaned back in his chair. He knew he would be back, that the lure of her raw sexuality would be too much to resist. And so he would continue to indulge, to watch and participate in his own private fantasy world, where he could be a different man, a man who had the courage to take what he wanted.

Even if he knew it was wrong.|