Streamer Awards After-Party (Patreon Exclusive)

Tags: Nonconsent/Reluctance, Race Play, Self-Degradation, Rough Sex, MF

Starring: Derek (Original), AriaSaki, Janet Rose Xu (xChocoBars)

Author's note: Well, that was a bitch to get through. For an unknown reason, I really had a difficult time writing this one. I think I got into my own head a little bit because once I got going, it was smooth sailing. The bad news is that it's not even completely done, but I felt like this story needed to be written properly with plenty of build-up. The rest is completely outlined, and I'm looking forward to finishing it in part two. The good news is that all I could think about during the downtime was writing SAAS chapter eleven, so I'm going to get started on that. I've been non-stop brainstorming ideas for that motherfucker. It's going to be good, and it's going to be posted within ten days. Anyways, hope you guys enjoy!

This story does not take place within the SAAS universe.

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Derek wasn’t in the greatest mood as he got out of bed that morning. Monica, his girlfriend of six months, had just broken up with him the day prior. Like any man in denial, he quickly tried to find all the faults he could in the relationship, which wasn’t difficult.

She was constantly nagging him about his career, his interests, and whatever else was on her mind that day. She hated how often he spent watching the live streaming platform, Twitch, but this was a habit he developed long before he met her, so Derek saw no reason to change it. Along with some entertaining professional gamers, there was plenty of eye candy on there that he loved to watch for hours on end.

His girlfriend was by no means unattractive. In fact, she was pretty hot, but it was simply different with her. She was what some would call a normie. She was a regular Jane that crossed his path on a daily basis. She was attainable. The girls he watched on Twitch.. weren’t. They were untouchable, in a sense. Their rise to mediocre stardom forced a barrier between them and the public. A necessary one. Without it, they risked being swarmed by their fans or worse. The fame that made them so distant was the exact reason Derek coveted them like he did. Their nice tits and pretty faces also helped.

The only thing that kept his real relationship going was the sex. Monica was by far the most accommodating girlfriend he ever had when it came to his insatiable sex drive, but even she wasn’t enough to fulfill his needs completely. She would usually tap out after round two or three, and that just wasn’t enough for Derek. He could cum five or six times daily without even breaking a sweat, which is why he continued watching his favorite streamers. He would jack off to their brazen displays of online seduction that they expertly played off under the guise of innocence. It was funny to him, but whatever they needed to do to justify their illicit behavior of bending over in front of the stream or showing off too much cleavage was just fine with him.

It was a great distraction from his reality of being in his late twenties and working a dead-end job, which is what he was rushing to get ready for. It was supposed to be his day off, but his plans quickly fell apart when his boss called to tell him they were swamped and needed help. He was rightfully pissed off. Derek always picked up the slack when others wouldn’t! Why the fuck was he the one that needed to come in? On a Saturday no less!

His anger mostly stemmed from the fact that he would completely miss the long-awaited Streamer Awards. All his favorite streamers would be there, and he had the whole night planned out. He was going to buy a few snacks, swing by for chinese takeout, and kick his feet back and relax.

But life has an odd way of working out. Derek couldn’t risk losing his job, so he showed up for his impromptu shift half an hour later. He helped organize the inventory at a boutique, which was less glamorous than it sounded. The majority of his job involved running into the back to locate a dress or a tuxedo that a customer ordered. The job wasn’t all bad, but the clientele sucked. They were fancy, stuck-up assholes with expensive taste, but he was used to it by now. LA people were all like that. He had already worked up a sweat within a few hours of his shift.

That’s when it happened. The event that would propel Derek directly into the world of the streaming elite.

A woman gingerly opened the door and walked up to the counter. Derek immediately recognized her as the popular streamer Aria Saki.

“Hello! I’m here to pick up my dress,” she said with a kind smile. It was clear that her hair and makeup had already been done earlier that day. She looked phenomenal, even in the plain clothes she was currently wearing. Physical assets like hers couldn’t be easily contained, and Aria was one of the few streamers that flaunted herself at all times and without shame. Her t-shirt showed off her fantastic, never-ending cleavage. Her valleys of supple flesh attracted eyes like a car crash.

“Uhm, ye– hello!” Derek replied. He quickly composed himself and, after a brief exchange, went into the back to get her dress.

He knew this whole place in and out. He could’ve gotten her dress in a matter of seconds. In fact, he saw it right there in front of him, but that would only serve to end his interaction with the big titty streamer. Instead, he grabbed her dress and placed it in a section that was designated for another customer’s reservation.

Derek went back to talk to the lovely Aria and explained that they, unfortunately, did not have her dress. Surprisingly, she was not rude like the rest of the customers usually were. She was very understanding and patient as they continued conversing over what might have caused the mix-up.

Two customers entered the store and Aria stepped off to the side so Derek could help them out. He purposely took his time with those customers to make Aria squirm. He knew she must’ve been running late and delaying her further would only make her more desperate. Aria’s frantic texting he spotted out of the corner of his eye  confirmed his theory.

“Thank you very much. Have a good day,” Derek said to the only other customer in the store as they walked out. Aria swiftly strolled back up to the counter to explain that she was now in a bit of a hurry and asked what other options they had.

“You know, we’re not supposed to do this, but.. I guess, there is a chance that we do have your dress and it’s just not labeled properly,” Derek said, giving Aria a bit of hope to cling onto. “Would you want to come check with me? Maybe you can spot it based on the color and design.”

Aria’s face lit up at the potential solution he presented. “Oh my god, yes please! That’d be awesome.. because really, I am so sure that I confirmed my dress would be ready– uhm, not that it’s your fault! I just.. I know you guys are busy, but– I do kind of remember calling back like three times just to be sure! Anyways, please.. lead the way,” she replied cautiously as if she was afraid to offend him in any way.

“I definitely understand where you’re coming from. We handle hundreds of formal outfits every day, so mistakes happen sometimes,” Derek explained as he led the busty streamer into the employee-only section of the store.

After a brief overview of how the dresses are organized, Aria eye’s spotted her blue dress off to the side.

“There! It’s that one!” she said with a lively giggle. “I knew it! Oh my, you have no idea how worried I was, and–”

“That’s not your dress,” Derek corrected her as he inspected the tag. “See for yourself.. right here. It’s for a customer named Hannah. Looks like she’s going to pick it up on.. let’s see, hm– Monday. Two days from now.”

Aria’s face immediately dropped. “But.. there’s no– it.. it looks exactly like the one I ordered!” She reached forward and inspected the dress further before adding, “It’s even the same size that I ordered!

Derek shrugged in her direction. “Sorry, ma’am. I can’t give you this dress when it’s clearly marked for another customer.”

Aria looked defeated. She wracked her brain for any solution she could think of.

“Sir, I have a really important event I have to get to,” she pleaded.

Derek seemed to consider her pleas. “I guess I could try to get a hold of this customer, and–” he said before shaking his head. “No, that’ll take too much time. There’s other customer to take ca–”

“Sir, please.. please, you have no idea how excited I was to wear this dress! I’m already almost twenty minutes late. I had an interview I was supposed to do, and.. and..” Aria replied with desperation. “What if.. I just wore the dress for today and I could return it.. tomorrow? First thing tomorrow! Before you even open, I’ll be at the door waiting!”

“Hm, I don’t know,” Derek replied and paused briefly. “That’d require me to break some rules, and I’m not sure that I want to do that for you. If I’m honest, you’ve been somewhat of a rude bitch.”

Aria was taken aback. Her brain seemed to struggle processing his comment as she stumbled over her response. “Uhm.. that’s– I mean.. what did I do, exactly? I feel like– I’ve been very nice, so far..”

“Verbally, sure.. you’ve been tolerable,” Derek replied. “But that’s not the issue. The issue is,” he said as he reached forward with both hands and yanked the front of her t-shirt down, exposing her bra-covered boobs, “these giant fucking tits that have been staring back at me!”

Aria let out a loud gasp as her face displayed a look of complete shock. Her hands, however, made no attempt to stop him. Instead, she braced herself by grabbing on the shelf behind her.

“Do you have any idea how hard it is to talk to you when you’re showing off these big melons of yours?” Derek asked.

“Uhm! Sir! This is.. not–” Aria began to say before her voice trailed off.

“I mean, look at these tits!” Derek continued as he began to squeeze her massive breasts. That quickly turned into rough groping as his hands built up a constant rhythm of squashing the ample amount of tit flesh she had. All Aria could do to stay upright was hold onto her surroundings. Still bewildered by the man’s brazen actions, she could only look down at the hands that were currently feasting on her boobs.

“How the fuck am I supposed to take you seriously when these big titties are hanging off your chest?” Derek said crudely as he reached into her bra and took out her breasts from their hiding place one at a time.

“Wow, what a pair of fucking honkers!” He said as Aria’s bare chest was now on full display. He reached forward and took both of her tits into his hands to continue his harsh groping. He tweaked her nipples and forced a yelp from Aria’s mouth.

“Sir! This has gone on.. for long enou- oh, fuck!” Aria began to say as Derek leaned in to suck on her right nipple.

“Ahh..” she moaned inadvertently.

“Keep it down! The customers might hear,” Derek said around a mouthful of breast.

“Oh shoot, sorry..” Aria replied without considering the absurdity of the situation.

After another minute of having this stranger slobber all over her boobs, Aria finally gathered the courage to politely tap him on his shoulder. A reasonable disturbance, given the circumstances. Though, Derek didn’t seem to think so.

The moment he felt her touch, he raised his head to meet her gaze and reeled his hand back before harshly slapping Aria across the face. Her head shot to the left, but more importantly, her tits jiggled from side to side. Without as much as a word, he stuffed his face back in between her melons. He began to motorboat her tits before refocusing on sucking her nipples.

Aria was shocked, but no more shocked than she already was. The whole situation was insane, but what could she do? She definitely wouldn’t be tapping him on the shoulder again, that’s for sure! Instead, she reserved herself to just waiting for the man to finish devouring her tits. She spent most of that time muffling her moans and wincing at his rough treatment of her delicate breasts.

A full five minutes later, Derek finally satisfied his urges. He backed away and looked at the astonished streamer.

“Fuck, I’m sorry. Those tits were too good to resist,” Derek said nonchalantly.

“Uhm, it’s.. okay, I guess. Can I take the dress now?” Aria asked.

“Hm, I’ll tell you what,” Derek replied. “If you take off your shirt and bra and shake your tits around for me, I’ll let you take the dress.”

Aria’s mouth opened in disappointment, but she had no leverage. None that came to her innocent mind, anyway. Getting this stranger fired for his clearly inappropriate conduct was not something she even considered. At this point, Aria was already half an hour late and that concern was driving her rationale at the moment. Going home to change into one of her old dresses would delay her by another hour at least with all the Los Angeles traffic. No, she needed to change into this dress now and go straight to the Streamer Awards.

After a deep sigh, she began removing her t-shirt. Derek looked on with a smirk on his face as Aria unhooked her bra and dropped it on the ground.

“Those nipples are really something! Well, go ahead. Shake those fat hooters!” Derek egged her on.

“I’m.. it’s a bit embarrassing,” Aria replied as she kept her arms close to her body in an unconscious attempt to make herself as small as possible.

Derek rolled his eyes. “You can close your eyes, if that helps."

Aria sighed and regained her resolve. The Streamer Awards and all of her friends were on her mind. She would do this for them!

As he suggested, Aria closed her eyes and to her surprise, it did indeed help. She began to swivel her torso left to right in a rhythmic manner. Her big breasts flopped around as she alternated from moving side to side to jumping in place.

“Atta girl,” Derek commented. “You’re a natural when it comes to showin’ off!”

Aria couldn’t help but smile at his kind remark, which boosted her confidence and added some pep in her motion.

Unbeknownst to her, Derek had reached down to grab her phone, which had fallen during their initial interaction. He was scrolling through several notifications, and one just happened to be from QT Cinderella. This immediately drew his attention, and he quickly opened the text. It took no more than a few upward scrolls to find all the details of an after-party that would follow the ceremony.

“Huh,” Derek mumbled to himself. Now, this was an interesting turn of events.

Derek looked up at the stupid streamer still shaking her tits in front of him with her eyes closed. She was really giving it her all, and he wasn’t even paying attention. Not that he didn’t want to. He’d love to stare at her delectable tits all day, but it was like settling for a sand dollar when he had a treasure map in his hands. Without thinking twice, he quickly grabbed his own phone and took a photo of the party details before putting Aria’s phone back on the ground.

Since his phone was already out, he saw no harm in aiming the camera just a little bit higher towards the busty Asian and pressing record. He was sure she wouldn’t mind either, so he decided to skip the niceties of asking for permission. What the video was capturing was truly remarkable. Aria's massive tits and small nipples were being jostled around for entertainment value and she looked like she was having fun with it. Derek would undoubtedly come back to this footage for a long time to come.

After a minute, he hid his phone and told Aria she was free to go. She quickly changed into the beautiful blue dress.

“Thank you so much, sir,” she said as she leaned down to pick up her small purse and her phone. “I promise I’ll take really good care of the dress. Are.. are we all set, then?”

As Derek wrapped up the plastic layer that Aria’s dress was in, he replied, “Yeah, we’re good. Go ahead and–”

He paused for a moment and then spoke back up. “Actually, no. Give me your panties, and then you’re free to go.”

Aria groaned in response, but she had already come this far and her phone was buzzing non-stop with incoming texts from her friends. With only slight hesitation, she awkwardly bent to the side to slide off her undergarment with her free hand before giving it to Derek.

He snatched it out of her hand and took a deep whiff as he brought it to his nose.

"You know, somehow.. I just knew a girl like you would be wearing a g-string," Derek chuckled out.

Aria was a bit put off and responded with, "Hey! What do you mean by a girl like me?"

"A girl that would take her tits out and shake them in front of a stranger for a dress. In other words, a bimbo!" Derek replied with a condescending tone. "I wonder.. how many of your friends are as slutty as you are?"

Aria looked slightly offended and upset as she replied. "None of them, asshole!!" She then turned to leave and stomped out of the room.

Under his breath, Derek mumbled, "I'll be the judge of that,” and watched her ass sway side to side as she left.

After his shift ended, he looked over the store’s available inventory and found an impressive outfit that fit him well. He put it on and drove over to the address he found on Aria's phone. As he parked outside and paused briefly, he felt a hint of high school nervousness that he hadn’t experienced in many years. Almost as if he was going in there to make friends.

That, however, was not the case. Aria’s boobs were the only thing on his mind for the final four hours of his shift. Seeing those voluptuous melons forced blood to flow into his cock like never before. It was torture not being able to get some relief. He was fucking hard and needed to fuck– hard.

And it wasn’t like these streamers were divine entities. Aria, for example, only needed a small amount of convincing to get her tits out in the open and shake them like a pornstar. He probably could’ve fucked her if customers weren’t piling up at the counter. All he had to do was keep his cool and be confident. Pretend like he’s supposed to be there. Easy peasy.

With that mindset in place and his ego on his sleeve, Derek opened the car door and walked towards the front entrance. The place was as close to a mansion as you could get without being an actual mansion. Lights were on in every window and there was a faint sound of music that became louder with each step that he took.

As he reached the door, Derek was surprised to see that there was no security. Though, he wasn’t about to start asking questions. He reached for the door handle and stepped inside.

The energetic atmosphere of the party hit him right away as his senses were stimulated all at once. Music and conversation took over his hearing. Alcohol and a mixture of cologne and perfume hit his nose. The warmth from the heavily populated home contacted his cool skin. More importantly, faces overloaded his vision. Familiar faces.

OTK, OfflineTV, 100Thieves, Moguls, Minecrafters, and AMP members were all scattered throughout the party. It was a conglomeration of streamers, completely void of org discrimination. Lily and Michael Reeves were chatting it up with ExtraEmily and Emiru. AustinShow and Caroline Kwan were sharing drinks with Neekolul and Bonnie. Will Neff and Cyr were hosting a very high-stakes game of beer pong in the kitchen that includes the likes of Fuslie, Minx, and YourRAGE. Even Toast was in there with his tie wrapped around his head like a bandana as he lined up his shot with a ping pong ball in hand.

To the left was a massive living room that seemed to have two separate sectional sofas combined into one. The chess chicks unsurprisingly had their chessboards out on the coffee table. Alex and Andrea Botez were currently facing off while an audience cheered them on. AkaNemsko seemed to be on Alex’s side while Anna Cramling was rooting for Andrea and whispering advice into her ear. Ludwig was there comically providing live commentary.

Derek’s mind, however, had a particular goal in mind. His eyes didn’t see the popular streamers for their famous status. He didn’t want to walk over and talk to Ludwig or Hasan and make connections. Instead, his eyes went directly to Andrea’s ass as she bent over the chessboard and stretched the fabric of her dress. It hugged her curves perfectly and that’s exactly what he was after. Sweet fucking ass.

All of the girls actually seemed to still be wearing their fancy dresses. The skin-tight attires made Derek want to go straight over there and pull one of the chess hotties away, but he resisted. No– if he wanted to do this, he needed to do it right. He needed to be strategic. Those girls were all super invested in the game. Unless it was about chess, trying to start up a conversation with any one of them would surely end in failure.

This analysis all happened within a matter of seconds in Derek’s head. With a renewed resolve, he walked through the living room and towards the mini bar to pour himself a drink. As he did so, his eyes continued to scan the room.

Bingo. He spotted a few girls within the OfflineTV bubble through an open doorway. Yvonne, Jaime, Imane, Janet, and Hyoon were all gathered around a separate section of the first floor. It seemed to be an extension of the living room but more dedicated for entertainment. Derek noticed that they were all making small talk and just looking around to see what everyone else was doing. They almost looked bored, and their table in front of them was empty, except for a few purses. No alcohol in sight. At this rate, Imane would be gone by the end of the hour and the rest of the girls might follow suit.

Thinking on his feet, Derek grabbed as many shot glasses as he could carry and picked out an expensive looking bottle of vodka from the mini bar. He made his way over to the beautiful group of girls.

As he approached, he pretended to struggle with the items in his hands.

“Uhh, a little help here!” he called out in their general direction.

Their eyes all immediately shot over to Derek, but Hyoon was the one to quickly stand up and grab the vodka bottle from his hand, which freed him to stabilize the shot glasses he was carrying. Following Derek’s direction, she helped unload his haul onto the table where the OTV girls were sitting.

“Ooo, what’s all this for?” Imane asked curiously.

“This,” Derek began to say as he gestured to the table, “is me responding to an urgent 911 call. Apparently, the vibe over here is completely fucking dead, and I’m here to revive it.”

The girls were confused at first but shared a small giggle as he finished his explanation.

Derek acted quickly on the positive response. As he unstacked and organized the shot glasses in a row, he added, “These are going to be the chest compressions, and this.. this is the defibrillator.” He grabbed the bottle of vodka and removed the cap before puncturing the seal with a bottle opener.

The girls continued smiling at the show he was putting on.

“Now, does anyone need mouth to mouth?” Derek asked with a joking smile. Jaime laughed; Imane and Yvonne rolled their eyes at the cheesy joke; and Hyoon and Janet blushed slightly.

Derek then held the bottle out and made a show of scanning it across the girls in front of him. Finally, he landed on Jaime.

“You. Jaime, right? You seem like you know your way around a bottle of vodka. Would you mind pouring the shots while I get some good music going?”

“Hey, mister! What’s that supposed to mean?” Jaime said with feigned annoyance as the girls let out a few ooo’s to acknowledge the roast.

Derek chuckled in response as Jaime took the bottle. “It was a compliment! I’m not saying you’re an alcoholic or anything. You’re just not completely clueless.”

“Mhm,” Jaime mumbled with a smile as she poured the shots. “You’re just digging a bigger hole for yourself, buddy.”

“Okay, okay. I’ll shut up and get the music going,” Derek said as he connected his bluetooth to the speaker. “You guys cool with The Weeknd?”

“Ohh, yes! Put on.. oo, put on Die For You,” Hyoon suggested excitedly.

“Nice choice,” Derek replied as he quickly found her song of choice. “But only if you guys down those shots first!”

They raised their glasses together and shouted, “Bottom’s up!” before swallowing the hard liquor. The song began playing soon after, and Derek made his way over to the light switch to dim the lights, which was met by coos from the ladies. The song was perfect for setting an upbeat mood, and it did not fail in this instance. Every girl was suddenly moving their bodies in rhythm with the song, but unfortunately, they were still sitting down.

“No way,” Derek said. “You guys can’t stay seated to such a banger. Everyone up.” He then offered his hand out to Janet. She immediately blushed, but accepted his hand nervously and stood up. They danced together and that was enough encouragement for the rest of the girls to join them. Yvonne and Imane partnered up while Jaime and Hyoon did the same, not dancing hand in hand, but in close proximity.

Soon, they were on their fifth song as they danced the night away. They paused only to take shots, which happened frequently enough that Jaime had to go and search for another bottle. The dancing was clumsy, but the dim lights and chaotic atmosphere hid their mistakes. The alcohol also helped to loosen everyone up so no one cared about bumping into each other.

Derek switched partners multiple times. He found himself in a close embrace with Imane, Hyoon, and Jaime, but something kept attracting him back to Janet. Their rhythm just felt different than with anyone else. They were getting rather frisky and she didn’t seem to mind his wandering hands, so he managed to grope her bubbly ass several times. Once, when Janet was facing away from him and dancing against his body, he slowly creeped his hands up her tight stomach and up to her boobs. Risking his whole charade, he grasped them firmly and began kneading her soft flesh. With the design of her outfit, his handfuls were half dress and half actual boob, which he thoroughly enjoyed.

Janet let him grope her as much as he wanted to. She had her head turned to the side as Derek kept his face close to her, whispering in her ear. By this point, several people had come in and out, so the room was more populated and everyone was focused on their own dancing partners.

That’s when Derek reached into the front of Janet’s dress to grope her bare breast. He knew he was escalating the interaction very quickly, but the whole day had been one big tease up to this point, so he could no longer resist.

To his surprise, all Janet did was moan in response. He pressed his luck further and began tweaking her left nipple, which only elicited more moans. She began grinding against his crotch with more intensity, and that sealed the deal for Derek. He HAD to get his cock inside this woman.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Aria walk into the room and alarm bells went off. He knew that she might well be the only person alive with the ability of cockblocking him at that moment.

Realizing he needed to make his move, he whispered into Janet’s ear and she responded with, “Lead the way.”

They soon found themselves in an empty bedroom on the second floor. Derek immediately took her face into his hands and kissed her with an intensity that had been building the entire day. They quickly shed their outer clothes on the way to the bed as they did their best not to break the kiss.

“Fuck,” Janet swore out. “We’re moving.. so fast. Maybe.. maybe we should–”

She was quickly cut off by Derek’s lips as he continued the kiss. He didn’t want to let any doubt grow, so he had to keep her mind occupied.

Their tongues began to explore each other’s mouths more thoroughly now as Janet was pinned onto the bed with Derek’s weight. His strategy seemed to work. Janet’s hips were now gyrating in a circular motion and meeting the rhythm of his dry humping. She was just as horny as he was.

Suddenly, Derek broke the kiss and hooked his fingers around each side of her panties. Janet felt him sliding off her last piece of defense and grew a bit uncertain. She bit her bottom lip and tried to close her legs but couldn’t with Derek’s positioning. He slipped them off her left foot and then her right, and her pussy was now in full view.

“Fuck! Asian pussy is so fucking pretty,” Derek mumbled out as he leaned down and began eating her out. He immediately licked the full length of her labia and clitoris, not wasting any time with teasing her. He could feel her hesitation with the way she attempted to close her thighs, but he ignored it.

His comment about her race caught her off guard, but all Janet could think about was his tongue and the waves of pleasure she was receiving.

“I don’t.. fuck! I don’t know.. if.. this is a good idea,” Janet managed to say in between moans. “We just– uhhhh uh.. met, and.. I– someone could walk in! Oh my godddd, jesus! And.. what did you mean– mmmm.. earlier when you said.. Asian.. fuck!”

"I meant.. Asian pussy is pretty. I meant that I chose you specifically because you're Asian. Everyone knows you fucking chinks are an easy lay," Derek said crudely. "Thanks for proving the stereotype right, hah!"

Janet could hardly believe her ears. His tongue on her pussy was the only thing that softened the blow of his harsh words.

The cunnilingus did not last long as it seemed all Derek wanted to do was get her wet. Her eyes were closed when she felt him back away. She took a moment to catch her breath and when she opened her eyes, she saw that Derek’s pants were now off and his extremely erect cock was pointing in her direction. Her eyes widened as he repositioned her by grabbing onto her thighs.

“Just.. hold on. We should talk– ahh fuck!” Janet yelled out as Derek lined his cockhead up with her vaginal entrance and, without a second thought, penetrated her. He was not gentle so she was grateful to at least be well lubricated. His cock was definitely above average and it seemed he had no intention of taking it easy on her. It only took a second to bury the full length of his cock in the whimpering girl.

“Fuck, fuck, shit fuck, uh uhhh, fuck!” Expletives rolled off Janet’s tongue as Derek built up a steady rhythm. He plunged his cock deep into her warm hole over and over, fucking her without mercy.

“Can’t believe you’re actually letting me fuck you,” Derek said as he thrust his cock in and out of her. "You didn't even know me an hour ago! Haha, stupid.. fucking.. CUNT."

Janet was overloaded with thoughts and emotions, but the ferocity of Derek's brutal fucking forced her to focus on accepting his massive cock without splitting in two. "Ahhh, fuckkkk! Fuck, fuck, FUCK, FUCK! BIG COCK, BIG FUCKING COCK! FUCKKKKK!" was all she could say.

Derek continued, “Sorry, by the way– mmm. Sorry for being a bit rough. Figured you’d stop me if I wasn’t, ya know? Sometimes you sluts need to be forced a little. Can't make up your mind otherwise!”

Janet tried to show her shock at his comment, but his fat cock controlled her expressions at the moment. “Uhm, okay– uhh, uhhh! Uhhh.. thanks for.. uhh FUCK.. uhhh uh, saying sorry.. at least! UHHH!”

“Yeah, I’m a nice guy like that,” Derek replied, chuckling in between his grunts.

Janet rolled her eyes at him as her entire body was thrusted back and forth repeatedly. Derek was releasing all of the day's frustrations out on her, even though she wasn’t at fault and had actually been nothing but kind to him.

“Ahh, FUCK! Can.. you please.. slow down?” Janet pleaded as his cock rammed into her hole relentlessly.

Derek scoffed at her suggestion. “First you didn’t want to fuck, now you’re telling me to slow down?”

Janet had an incredulous look on her face. “Yes! Because you didn’t listen to me!”

“Exactly, so what makes you think I’m going to listen now?” Derek asked.

“Ugh, what– fuck.. whatever,” Janet replied.

Derek grinned at her. “I’ll slow down if you start talking dirty to me. Tell me how much of a dumb slut you are.”

She heard what he had said, but just barely. He was pummeling the full size of his cock in and out of her and she was experiencing a very conflicting mix of pleasure and pain. Once the words registered in her head, her mouth gaped open. “Absolutely not! You jerk!”

“Fine then. Suit yourself,” Derek replied as he wrapped his hands underneath her shoulders from below and used this leverage to fuck her as hard and as fast as he could.

“Ahhh! AHH! FUCK!!” she groaned out. His balls slapped against her ass repeatedly as the bed began to creak from the sheer force of his fucking. After a minute of this, Janet finally gave in.

“OKAY! FUCK– WHAT.. what do you want me to say?!”

She did not receive a response.

“OKAY! UHM.. uhm! UHH, UH.. I’m a dumb.. slut?”

His constant pounding did not pause. The sensation from the brutal fucking was causing her thoughts to cloud up.

“I SAID IT! Uhh! Fuck, okay.. I’m a dumb slut! I’m a dumb slut!” she said earnestly.

“I’m– FUCK! SLOW DOWN ASSHOLE! FUCK, fuck– I’m a dumb Asian slut! Is that what you want to hear? The stereotypes are true! I am an easy fuck! That's why you're blowing my slutty Asian back out right now! Fuckkkk! I’m a stupid dumb slut! My brain is FUCKING empty!” Janet moaned out. Oddly, her own words seemed to be adding to the pleasure she was feeling. They enhanced the sensation somehow.

"Mmm, just please don't cum in me.." she whimpered.

Despite her acquiescence, Derek did not slow down. In fact, her words seem to encourage him further. All she could do is keep going.

“FUCKING ASSHOLE! I TOLD YOU! I’M A STUPID FUCKING WHORE! ISN’T THAT ENOUGH? I’M A WHORE! I ADMIT IT! I JUST WANT YOU TO USE ME! USE MY PUSSY TO FUCK! THAT’S ALL I AM! A HOLE TO FUCK! I’M STUPID! FUCK YOUR STUPID SLUT! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! I’M A WHORE! I’M A WHORE! I’M A WHOREEE!”

For five full minutes, Janet shouted these degrading comments about herself as Derek railed her into the bed. She didn’t forget that she was saying all this to get him to take it easy on her, but she just kept hoping that he’d finally relent. Unfortunately for her, he did not. He kept fucking her. And fucking her. And fucking her.

That is, until he suddenly plunged his cock as deeply into her pussy as he could and began shooting his load.

Janet’s eyes shot open in surprise. She could feel his warm cum spray like shotgun blasts inside of her.

"Fuck yeah! Take my fucking seed, you whore!"

He buried his load as far inside of her as he possibly could and there was simply nothing she could do to stop him. After his load was spent, he collapsed on top of her to rest.

“Dude! Why did you cum inside of me? I’m not on the pill!” Janet asked with a breathy tone.

"Good.." he replied weakly. "Hopefully you're knocked up, haha. That'd be funny."

Janet just laid there with a fogged mind.

Derek took a moment to gather his strength before withdrawing his spent cock and climbing up further on the bed.

“Sorry, I guess. Jokes aside, that pussy was just too fucking good not to blow a load in,” Derek replied indifferently as he grabbed his phone and opened the camera. He took advantage of Janet’s current exhausted state and moved to kneel by her head. He then grabbed her by the hair and brought his cock forward to wipe off the cum residue from his cock on her face. With his free hand, he recorded the whole ordeal. “You’d understand if you had a cock.”

“Ahh! Asshole! What–pfftt, what you doing?!” Janet asked

“Just cleaning my cock off. What’s it look like?” Derek replied.

“Oka– ppfft, can you not do it with my face?” Janet said as she finally propped herself up on her elbows and managed to push Derek away. “And why.. why are you recording? Please delete that!”

Derek focused on his phone as he responded. “Nah, I’m good. Thanks for the suggestion, though.”

He began to get dressed as Janet pleaded with him. “It was not a suggestion! Please! You can’t keep that! It.. it might get leaked!”

Derek maintained his emotionless attitude as he finished buttoning up his shirt. “Don’t be so dramatic. Jesus, you fucking broads get riled up so easily. Look– I’ll consider deleting it,” Derek began to say, giving Janet some hope that her lover wasn’t a complete asshole. “But.. you need to do something for me. A little.. pose perhaps. To keep in my mental storage bank in place of the video. That’s fair, isn’t it?”

Janet was hesitant, but much like the rest of the night, she relented after further persuasion. She found herself with her legs spread wide open. Her feet were nearly touching her head, giving Derek the most vulnerable view that she had ever presented to anyone. Given his track record so far that night, it was a mystery why she continued to give him the benefit of the doubt. But here she was, going above and beyond just to give Derek something sexy to remember. Perhaps she was actually fucking stupid like he kept saying.

She also did her best impression of the ahegao face with her tongue sticking out as far as it could and her eyes rolled back into her head. It was quite the sight to behold.

“Okay, just keep that pose for me. Like a good little slut, just like that,” Derek said, stalling so he could grab his phone and take more photos. “Now, keep your eyes looking up, but tell me what you were saying earlier.. while I was fucking you.”

Janet immediately knew what he meant and didn’t fight him on it. “I’m a dumb, stupid whore. I’m an Asian slut! Which doesn't make me special.. because there's so many of us. Asians are the biggest whores! I am no exception, but on top of being a slut.. I'm also dumb! Which I think gives me a bit more value.. I don't know. I'm dumb, remember? The dumbest slut in town. Why else would I be in this position? With my legs spread like this? Duh, because I’m a fucking whore! A stupid whore, I mean. My head is completely empty! I’m– wait.. hey! Why is your phone out?!”

Derek chuckled, realizing he had been caught. “Oh, c’mon. This is fucking gold! You really expected me not to record it?”

Janet quickly put her legs down and hid her naked body with the comforter. “Ugh, whatever! I only said that stuff to make you happy! So you'd delete those photos!"

“I said I would consider it, and I will. I’ll go home tonight and think long and hard about it, okay? Trust me, it’s a big deal to me. Do I delete the nudes or keep them.. like a prize? A reminder of the Asian pussy I conquered? You know, it kinda makes it hotter that you don’t want me to have them. Makes ‘em that much more valuable, ya know? And that’s on you for being so bitchy about me deleting them. If you didn’t care, I might not care about having them. There’s a lesson there somewhere. Don’t be a bitch, maybe? I don’t know. I’ll mull it over, though. You’ve got my word on that!” Derek replied as he swooped down to grab her lace panties on the ground and made his way towards the door.

“Okay..” was all Janet could say. She felt like she had just been lectured, but she wasn’t quite sure what she did wrong.

Janet sat on the bed and pouted as she watched.. him.. leave. Him? Him.. fuck. It was at that moment that Janet realized– she didn’t even know his name.