Her fingers slowly danced around my denied sex. It pulsed with a wet intensity begging for more pressure; more attention; more anything.
"It doesn't matter if you leave me, or not. You're body is mine now. You're my anal only whore. There's no going back from this. Isn't that right, Cash?"
She'd nicknamed me Cash, because she wanted to turn me into another one of her ass to mouth whores. Her owned porn puppet that despensed cash for her by doing the most disgusting forms of porn imaginable. And I did it. In a way I loved it. The liberation of being completely perverted. The glow of seeing the pride on her face from compltely proving her control over me. It was the love I never had. A need that defined me like nothing else.
But I needed out. I walked away. But I was still Cash. $$$ on my forehead. Ass stuffed to feel alive.
Her fingers slowly danced around my denied sex. It pulsed with a wet intensity begging for more pressure; more attention; more anything.
"It doesn't matter if you leave me, or not. You're body is mine now. You're my anal only whore. There's no going back from this. Isn't that right, Cash?"
She'd nicknamed me Cash, because she wanted to turn me into another one of her ass to mouth whores. Her owned porn puppet that despensed cash for her by doing the most disgusting forms of porn imaginable. And I did it. In a way I loved it. The liberation of being completely perverted. The glow of seeing the pride on her face from compltely proving her control over me. It was the love I never had. A need that defined me like nothing else.
But I needed out. I walked away. But I was still Cash. $$$ on my forehead. Ass stuffed to feel alive.
For hours Noelle touched to the porn created by the smartest girl she knew. Images flooded her mind; being in Linda's place… kneeling next to her, tongue's dancing as their shared Alyssa's foot… competing over who could get more of her foot in their mouths… each worshiping a different foot… each grinding their cunts against her feet; moaning; tongues out; making loser signs against their foreheads…
Many orgasms later she fell asleep, exhausted.
==========
Noelle was having the most vivid dream. Writhing in bed with Linda, their tongues dancing in each other's mouths, bodies pressed tightly together, hands exploring each other.
There was a soft tapping on Noelle's door. It was only loud enough to become a part of her dream. The two of them looking up to see Alyssa coming into the room. How are my two little CRINGE CUNTS? Are you being good girls? Are you two cringie dyke cunts?
"Noie, your friend is here."
As a flood of light poured into her room from the hallway, Noelle rubbed her eyes to see the shadow of Jenn with her arm around a very frazzled looking Linda.
Linda gave a little wave. As Noelle's eyes got used to the light, she could tell that Linda had been crying. She let out a pitiful, "hey."
Noelle rose up in bed and opened her arms. "Aw, sweetie. Come here." At the moment, she felt very nurturing.
As Linda fell into her arms, between sniffles she looked up into Noelle's eyes and asked, "can I spend the night with you?"
Noelle's heart melted, "of course, sweetie," and Linda melted into her arms.
It was pretty clear to Noelle, that the person she suddenly felt closest to in the world, needed a shower. It wasn't hard to coax Linda to undress and be guided into the bathroom.
What was clear from her pleas was that she didn't want Noelle to leave, so she sat in her bathrobe on the toilet as Linda washed away the scent of the days events. This was such a different person than the girl who aggressively made out with her in the commons bathroom.
When she was done, Noelle gently dried her off, kissing her on the forehead, and walking Linda back to her room. Sitting on the bed, and directly Linda to sit between her legs, Noelle dried off her long black hair with the towel.
It didn't take long for Linda to lean back into Noelle, and look up at her. "I'm sorry."
Noelle caressed her face and told her, "shhhhh, it's OK."
This just broke Linda, and she tears started pouring down her face. "Noooo, this is so bad."
Linda couldn't help but nod in agreement. "It is bad." Her hands continued to stroke her cheek, capturing the tears. After a minute, she licked her finger, savoring the salty tang of her tears.
And in an instant, they were right back to where they were in the bathroom on campus. Neither of them had kissed any other girl than each other. The only thing they knew was the porn they had secretly watched on tumblr, designed for the male gaze. It was like they were creating a show for an invisible audience, their tongues fighting for control of each other's mouths, their hands twisting and tugging on each other's tits.
Unlike last time, Noelle was in control. It's not every day that the porn star who's video gave you repeated climaxes walked into your bedroom. For some reason, seeing Linda so vulnerable lit a fire inside her. As they kissed, they kept repeating to each other, "this is so bad," the words taking on more and more of a sexy tone.
Then, "this is so bad," turned into, "this is so cringe."
Evoking the word cringe changed everything. Before, they were being gentle. Cringe made Noelle roll so that she was on top. They struggled to get into the center of the bed, their mouths never leaving each other. Frustrated by how her bathrobe was getting in the way, Noelle threw it off and returned to making out.
Being CRINGE seemed to give them a natural sexual agency devoid of any self doubt or timidness. Instinctively, their thighs grinding against each other, their cunts desperately trying to get as much contact on the other's flesh as possible.
Linda pulled her head back. Looking deep into Noelle's eyes, her sadness and exhaustion replaced with pure lust, Linda stuck her tongue out as far as it would go and crossed her eyes, repeating the "loser" expression that she had done in the bathroom.
The words weren't spoken, they were felt. Noelle replied back, in the language that they shared together… the language of CRINGE. Her tongue out; her eyes crossed; drool running down nto her sister CRINGE cunt's tongue… and their sexual energy doubled.
It was clear as they humped and mauled each other's bodies, as they licked and tongued, and CRINGED for each other, that they were getting closer and closer to a shared climax unlike either had ever had before.
This wasn't the pure, beautiful sapphic lovemaking of women unburdened by the brutal crudeness of men. This was fucking beyond the sort of fucking defined in any stories or porn either had encountered. This was the fucking of body and mind, joined as one.
As the energy compounded, as their sweat slickened the grinding between them, as their sexes gushed filling the room with a smell of pure, obscene lust, they were each making the other more and more CRINGE. Rewriting their sexuality into something totally new. It wasn't enough to be into girls. It wasn't enough to get each other off. What mattered that they were each making the other more and more CRINGE.
They say that there is an infinite amount of love. Linda and Noelle were discovering that there was also an infinite amount of CRINGE of which the two CRINGE CUNTS could tap into. An undying spring feelings and actions to bath in, and the only thing that mattered was that it was shared between them. Alone it was pathetic. Together it was pure bliss.
Looking deep into each other's eyes; tongues acting of their own, ridiculous accord; eyes crossed to look as dumb as possible, they could feel themselves pushing each other closer, and closer to the edge. The "little death" that mattered more than anything in the universe.
Or, almost anything…
Something snapped in Linda. All at once, as her sister in CRINGE continued mindlessly writhing and humping, Linda looked directly into Noelle's eyes.
"No."
Noelle didn't seem to hear, lost in a world of pure CRINGE bliss.
"No!" Stopping her body from grinding, Linda slapped her new sister's face hard. This seemed to fry Noelle's brain, shaking her head in confusion as her body continued obeying it's own primal needs.
"Goddess owns it." SLAP. Noelle shook her head, her body temporarily stunned in passivity. "Goddess owns our cummies."
Grabbing Noelle's face in her hands, looking directly at her, deadly serious, Linda repeated, "Goddess owns our cummies."
Noelle moaned in frustration as she felt Linda pulling her thighs and sex away from direct contact. Her cunt continued humping the air, unable to stop, so desperate in need to finish what they had started.
Linda repeated, "Goddess owns our cummies."
Noelle could feel the words sinking in, resonating as a shared fundamental truth shared between them, beyond rational reason. She parroted back. "Goddess owns our cummies."
Linda moaned, and replied, "Goddess owns our cummies." Before her tone was angry; now it was turning back into CRINGE. When she finished repeating back the statement, Linda's tongue stretched out of her mouth, and her eyes crossed. Noelle could feel, even with the distance now between their sexes, that Linda was humping the air, just like she was.
"Goddess owns our cummies." The words came out of her mouth, only when her CRINGE CUNT felt sure that Noelle really meant them, that they were carved into her brain. Her expression went pure CRINGE, drool flowing down onto Linda's face.
Soon the two of them were repeating it in unison, feeling the possibility of a shared climax being replaced with an shared, owned denial.
There was a perverse pride in how CRINGE they were being, how owned they felt, how totally obedient they were being to their one true Goddess. It didn't matter that she wasn't there. They needed to worship her, and this was the sacrificed required of their Goddess Alyssa.
They collapsed into each other's arms, their breathing slowing down into a steady, needy, frustrated bliss.
It scared Noelle how much she seemed to need this. Occasionally, their bodies would start to grind against each other, but then one of them would lock their legs still, to resist them urge to disobey their Goddess' demands, and the other would do the same, and they would gently kiss, as a reward for their shared offering of agency that they sacrificed to their Goddess.
It would have been hard to fall asleep alone. Together, it was surprisingly easy.
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Outside, Jenny looked at screenshot sent to her phone. It showed "$Cr1nge1nc: $253.00."
One Thing (Mfffff, bdsm, humiliation, watersports)
"What do you mean, one thing?" Janey had been seeing this guy Jake for a few months now. He seemed nice. Dark silent type. I mean she always talked about how she was poly, but it's one thing to fantasize about it, it's another to actually do it.
"Umm…" she looked down and blushed.
"I mean it's all cool that you say your poly, but girl, this is a big step."
"This is it, Ell. He's the one. I just know it." She was saying it, but she was looking down, like she was ashamed, or something.
"You don't sound like it. You sound like your ashamed of him."
Janey suddenly looked up, as if she was shocked by what I had to say. "Noooo, it's not that." Fuckies, she's hot when she gets serious.
"Then what? What is it?"
"There's just one… thing…"
"Girl, what??? It can't be that bad if you're all ready to move in with him and his harpies." Janey didn't like me calling them that, but, I'm sorry, they just reminded me of that.
"It's hard to describe…", she was stuttering, trying to get the words out. My girl Janey, the most confident, outgoing girl I had ever met, is having a hard time finding the words.
LOL. "This has got to be good if you can't even describe it."
"Umm…" god, she was adorable. "Jake said that I needed to get your blessing."
"My what??!!!"
"Ellie, you are the closest thing I have to family, and I trust you with like my bags and shit." Jays did have a thing for purses, lol. I must confess taking one out for a spin was life altering.
"So what is it?"
Janey sat up, and pulled adjusted her top, like she was about to give a presentation for some board or another that she's always talking in front of.
"Ell, I really really want this. I've never wanted anything more in my life,ever."
"Ever?" I replied, jokingly.
"Ever," she replied, very seriously. "OK, so listen."
"…" I sat there, listening.
"Text me when you get home. I am going to send you something and I don't want you to freak out." Janey's expression was super serious.
"Girl, what could be so bad that I would freak out?"
"It's totes consensual, and I really really am into it, but Jake says that you need to have someone, a friend that you can like trust and be open with about this so that they can make sure you're OK and like have your back and things because this sort of relationship is hard and requires openness and trust and empathy and shit and like he is so understanding and like I can't believe he asked me to do this and like.."
"Bitch, one minute you can't utter a peep, and now you're gushing like you're first crush actually talked to you."
Janey giggled, like a school girl. "I just really really like him, and he's like no one I have ever met."
We couldn't help but hug.
"I am so happy for you, girl! So what is this thing?"
"Look, text me when you get home and just watch it. No judgement. This is totally consensual, and something that I am really REALLY into, OK. I know it's weird and shit, and so not your thing, but this is what I want, and I really really want your blessing, Ellie."
"Really. really?"
"Really, really," and we broke up laughing.
"OK, I'll text you when I get home."
What the fuck could she be talking about. Straight and narrow Mz. Empowerment poster girl Janey Jane was like the most vanilla girl in the world. I mean fun and shit, but not exactly freaky. I mean there is nothing wrong with missionary, but it's never been enough for her to keep a man.
I texted her. "Home."
Jane replied back, "OK, watch this, but you are never ever ever allowed to share it because if you do i will cut you i mean i luv u but i will cut u. Watch it. Sleep on it, and let me know tomorrow, k? 💞"
A video appeared in the chat. The image for it was of Jake, staring into the phone.
"Hey Elle, thanks for watching this. I think it's really important to be open and honest with the people you love, and Janey really loves you, so we wanted to get your blessing." As he walked through his home, he wasn't wearing a shirt. GAWD, this man was fine.
"So, I'm going to show you the thing that is the most important thing in the world for me when it comes to the women I love. I want to be totally open and honest, about the things that I want, and the things that Janey needs in order to be a part of this family." That was such a strange way to phrase that, and TBH, the matter of fact way he did was sexy.
"We're going to bring you into a moment of our shared life. A moment that brings us all together as a family, and I hope that you understand and bless Janey taking part in this and willingly, and eagerly joining us." He was standing in front of a door covered in intricate black leather.
"I'm sorry that you couldn't witness this in person, but we felt that it would be easier for you do experience this in private, in your own way." Fuuuck, sweet and fine.
"Let's begin." He turned the camera, towards the door, and opened it.
Walking into the large room, it was clearly one of those kinky kink dens when freaks do freaky shit in porn films. In the center a girl in a dress for success outfit was kneeling in the center of the room, breasts encased in a really sexy bra that was pulled out from the unbuttoned top, her face distorted into some sort of anime shit, tongue hanging out, her body arched, her legs wide apart. Surrounding her in a half circle were three girls completely naked, in the same pose.
I recognized their hair. Fuck, those were the harpies, and FUUUUUCK that was Janey, and FUUUCKITY FUCK FUCK that was the outfit she wore two days ago when she had that big client presentation.
The camera walked up to her, each step of Jake's boots resonating on the hardwood floors, until he was standing directly over her.
Jane's tongue started madly dancing, drool coming out of her mouth, staining her blouse.
"Do you have something to ask, little girl?"
OMFG, the Janey I knew would blow the fuck up if a man called her little girl. This person, whoever she was that had replaced my Jane, was completely into it.
Her tongue danced even more, as obscene moans came out of her throat.
"Please. Daddy," she whined, indeed sounding like a litte girl.
"Please, what?"
"Pweeeeese, Daddy, let me be your pissmouth!" OMFG, what had he done to her. I had never seen anything nearly degrading as this. I mean I like porn and stuff, but this was just sick!
"Pweeeeeesie, Daddy! Pweeese!"
Suddenly a chorus of other voices joined in, "please Daddy, please please, please Daddy! Please let nameless bitch be your pissmouth!!!" It was the Harpies sounding just as ridiculous as Janey. The phone panned around to capture their debasement.
"Pweeeeeese, Daddy, let me WORSHIP your pisssss let me WORSHIP your pissss with my PISSMOUTH." Fuuuuck the way she said piss was so fucking sexy.
The camera was handed to someone else so that it could capture Jake from the waste down, standing in front of a kneeling, begging Janey.
Suddenly, the camera looked up into Jake's face. "This will be her life, as a part of this family, from now on… with your blessing." The camera panned back down, showing him unzipping his jeans, and pulling out an impressive, fat cock. OK… OK Jake is packin'
He barked out an order. "PRESENT!"
The all went silent as Janey's tongue suddenly froze, her body arching extremely as her face tilted up, her tongue hanging down as if dying from extreme thirst, her expression nothing but pure eagerness and love
He pointed his cock directly at her mouth, and just like that, it stared flowing.
WHAT THE FUCK WAS I WATCHING???
Her mouth eagerly captured the streams of piss that flowed out of Jake's cock. He'd clearly been saving it up for this moment. Moans of pure ecstasy came out of Jane's mouth as it quickly filled with the dark yellow liquid of his urine. In the background, you could hear the Harpies moaning in jealous need.
"Show her!" Jake barked at Janey. Instantly, Jane pivoted so that her wide open, piss filled mouth, was directly in the camera, her tongue writhing as the overflow soaked her breasts, bra and top.
"Good little girl." As she moaned, you could see Janey's obscenely open mouth distort into an bizarre smile from Jake's compliment.
"SHARE!" And suddenly the camera was back in Jake's hands as the three other girls rushed to surround Janey, as they kissed, moaning, as they shared Jake's piss as if it was the sweetest wine.
As she broke from a kiss, Jane looked directly into the camera, her lips wet, her makeup ruined. "I need this, Elle. I need to be Jake's pissmouth." She returned to tongue kissing the Harpy with the purple hair dye.
Pulling away again, she looked back, right into Elle's soul. "Please, bless this, Elle. I need you to bless this. I've never felt more alive. I need this!" OMFG.
They went back to kissing, Jake's piss passing between their eager mouths, their hands caressing, and squeezing each other as they because an mound of obscene, writhing, moaning flesh.
The camera returned to looking directly at Jake. "Elle, we would love for Janey to be a part of our family, and nothing would be more important to us than to get your blessing." You could hear the four girls continuing in their piss soaked orgy. "You are a special part of her life, and because of that a very important part of our lives. Thank you."
And with that the video ended.
The next morning, Elle's phone rang. It was Janey.
Janey couldn't talk. "What are you doing?" Janey asked. For along time, heavy breathing was Elle's only response.
Then… "what did you do to me?" It was their secret little friend's benefit that they would touch together on the phone. Just something friends did, right? Jane's hand wildly explored the folds of her sex, as her back arched from the overwhelming flood of feelings that had taken over her body.
It was clear from the sound of Janey's breathing, that she was joining in. "I didn't have a choice. I had to get your blessing. You're my bestie."
All Elle could say in response was a moan.
"I need your blessssssing. I'm a pissmouth. I need to be HIS pissmouth."
As her body moved of it's own accord, Elle found herself quietly echoing her best friend's words. "I'm a pissmouth."
Jane replied back. "I'm a pissmouth."
As the got closer and closer to the edge in unison, their words became louder, and sounded more and more obscene.
"I'm a pissmouth."
"I'm a pissmouth."
"I'm a pissmouth."
"I need to be HIS pissmouth."
"I'm a pissmouth. I need to be HIS pissmouth."
As the image of her body tilting back, her mouth opening up in an obscene offering, the image of Jake standing above her, his piss flowing into her eager mouth; Elle climaxed, her words frying into her brain. "I'm a pissmouth. I need to be HIS pissmouth."
The two of them sang together. "I'm a pissmouth. I need to be HIS pissmouth."
As the pure bliss of Noelle's climax slowly started to fade, it was replaced by the horror of their bathroom now being covered in water. Soon, she was frantically drying everything off with her towel.
Sex had never been a "thing" like it had for her friends, who all seemed to be obsessed about it 24/7. She found porn degrading and tbh scary. She did have a secret crush on the Korean K Pop boy bands, and if she was being honest with herself, the girl bands too. For her, the best climaxes came after spending hours reading a classic romantic novel.
That was until now.
At this moment all Noelle felt was dread. It was like her emotions were the world's worst roller coaster ride. What had she just done? What was she doing? How could she be so stupid? This wasn't her. She was the model daughter. The model student. The model woman.
Then she heard it.
PING.
She knew better than to look at her phone in the bathroom. She needed to get somewhere private.
Noelle had read enough about B.F. Skinner to know what was happening to her. The fact that she knew that the sudden flush of sexual energy that was flooding through her body was the direct result of operant conditioning induced by the linking of the notification sound her phone made when she got a text to the CRINGE CUNT group chat, didn't make the feelings any less intense. It seemed to make it worse.
Throwing her towel to the floor, Noelle flopped face down into her bed, and opened her phone.
Her senses were flooded from a picture of Linda with the word CRINGE written on her forehead, making a ridiculous ahegao face into the camera. Noelle's hand couldn't help but snake down to between her legs.
PING. "OMFG you're so CRINGE," came the reply back from Alyssa.
PING. "Thank you, Goddess"
NNnnngggg. Noelle's body couldn't help but start involuntarily humping her wet sex against her hand.
PING. "Oooo I like that. Call me goddess from now on."
Goddess. Fuuuuuck. What was wrong with her? She could feel her moistness coating her hand, her body coursing with sexual energy. Why did this turn her own so much?
PING. "Yes, Goddess Alyssa."
PING. "And that goes from you too, Noelle."
Nnnnnnnggggg noooo, fuuuck… she didn't want to do that. She let her sex madly ride her hand, coating it more and more as she resisted replying.
PING. "Well??? 😡"
It was like her soul was getting wound, tighter and tighter, feeling like she was going to explode. Thinking became impossible as the demand bounced around in her head, her movement becoming more and more obscene, her sheets becoming stained with her arousal. She felt like she was going to explode.
PING. "I'm waiting".
The ecstasy Noelle felt as she typed out the letters why unlike anything she had ever felt before. There was no rational thought, only obedience; an anxious need to obey that shouted louder than anything else in her head.
Tighter… and tighter… and tighter…
"yes Goddess Alyssa".
She could feel her tongue hanging out of her mouth, her body rewarding her obedience with floods of CRINGE feels.
PING. "Gawd, you are CRINGE. "
Alyssa's chastisement only made Noelle more and more needy, more and more CRINGE, as she madly rode her hand, her moans becoming louder and more obscene.
PING. "Seriously, girl. Noelle, I will give you a chance. You're like one of my closest friends. You can just stop this now, and I will forget about it as if it never happened."
The idea of stopping now filled Noelle with a flood of conflicting feelings. This was her chance. This was the moment she could go back to normal. She wanted that more than anything.
PING. "But if you don't say it now, I am going to turn you into the CRINGIEST CUNT in the world. i will make you my personal foot bitch, and you will never be able to forget it."
Her body didn't. The idea that she couldn't do this anymore, feel this anymore, was the worst idea ever. The phrase CRINGIEST CUNT shouldn't be, but was the hottest thing she had ever heard. She could see an endless wave of images going past, of her becoming more and more CRINGE. Ideas that she didn't even know were possible to come from her imagination. She could feel her sex forcing her hands towards the phone…
"Please, Goddess." Noelle was hooked. She knew she would regret it, but at this time, at this moment, it didn't matter.
PING. "Please what?"
She could feel herself standing on a cliff. This was the moment. Walk away, and keep her wonderful, normal life… or take the plunge, and wipe it all away for something completely pathetic and stupid. There was never a question.
"Please, let me be your CRINGE CUNT."
PING. "LOL. OK. Good girl."
Noelle could feel the waves of joy over her Goddess' approval. It translated into her getting closer and closer to the edge.
PING. "But I guess you're not really a girl now, are you?"
Noelle had to admit it. The way her body was singing unlike anything she had ever felt before was proof. "No, Goddess."
PING. "What are you?"
"I am CRINGE Goddess."
PING. "CRINGE what, stupid?"
"I'm a CRINGE CUNT, Goddess Alyssa."
PING. "LOL"
Noelle lost herself in the humiliation. It was her drug. She didn't know she was an addict until now.
For an unknown number of minutes Noelle humped her hand, desperate to get another message from the chat. Needing more than anything any sort of interaction with her once friend, now foot Goddess.
When she felt like she would have to stop, it finally came.
PING.
It was a link to a video on a porn site. It had been posted 40 minutes ago.
The video started as a closeup of a a woman trying to get as much of another girl's foot into her mouth as she could, her tongue madly dancing between her toes as she did, all the while making sickening yummy sounds. The camera moved around, trying to get different angles of the woman's pathetic desperation.
Slowly, the camera pulled back, getting more and more of the superior woman's amazing legs. Then it angled so you could see more of the face of the slave, prostrate before her. It was hard to tell what she looked like, her mouth consumed with the perfect foot, but there was a word written on her forehead.
CRINGE
It was Linda. It was sweet, little Linda, and she was porn. The freakiest, most humiliating form of porn. She hadn't even bothered to take off the cloths she was wearing from today. Alyssa's words came echoing into her head: "I am going to turn you into the CRINGIEST CUNT in the world."
As Noelle loudly climaxed, her cunt madly spasming with insane bliss, one thought entered the rational part of her head that was still holding on for dear life.
Her girlfriend Erica knew that she was bi, and begrudgingly accepted it. Erica was an amazing butch top; the love of her life, and for a long time it never seemed to be an issue. But things were different when Erica brought out her strap. Baby's moans were louder, and when she was in heat, Baby wouldn't be able to keep any secret.
When you date someone who is "bi", there's always this debate in your head if she's just testing the waters, in denial that she's a dyke, or really telling the truth. Few people are telling the truth.
Do you miss dick? "Yesssss, Daddy!"
Do you miss being a little slut? "FUCK yesss Daddy?"
Well, if you're my bitch, you're going to need to be easy access. I don't have time to waste waiting on you to strip for their tired dicks.
First it was a pair of "easy access" jeans, with a zipper going down the back. Then it was a tight dress that had one long zipper down the front just begging to be pulled down, especially given how much her breasts strained against the material.
Every walk became an erotic adventure. There always needed to be one item that made her easy access. It changed how she walked. It changed how she felt. It changed how they fucked. It didn't matter that nothing had happened with a man. What mattered was that she was Daddy's easy access Baby.
Knowing that any man at any time could be fucking her in under five seconds seemed to change everything, and also nothing. They were the hot couple. The envy of their friends. Nothing ever happened, and yet everything was dialed up to 10.
Noelle was in heat. Her phone had been pinging non stop, and she just knew it was from the CRINGE CUNT group chat that she had been added to. Noelle needed to be alone.
Stuttering an excuse, she quickly walked to her room and immediately dropped her book bag and started stripping. Noelle was a neat person, but not today. Clothes needed to be off, now, and every millisecond she wasn't touching herself was pure agony.
Showers were Noelle's place. The moment many years ago when she had discovered the shower massager in her parent's bathroom, she had become addicted to it as THE way of pleasuring herself. It turned masturbation into a well regulated ritual totally based on when her parents weren't home. Luckily, she'd only gotten caught once, and her dad was too embarrassed to say anything. This did teach her to be quiet… until today.
It was like some sort of mask had fallen from her self. Before it was some simple porn… Noelle liked the homemade kind. It felt more real. Today, he phone was flooded with picture after picture and then video after video of Linda becoming more and more obscene intermixed with Alyssa instructing her to do more and more obscene things.
They weren't well done. First, "What are you?" Linda sending back a picture doingthe loser L sign in the back of the stacks.
"What do you worship?" Linda walking across the commons filming herself saying, "i worship your perfect feet, Goddess."
The way Linda spoke was timid at first. Outside the library like a squeaky little mouse. On the edge of campus like a proud confident woman. It was if you were watching her become more and more CRINGE CUNT right in front of Noelle's eyes.
There was no self for Noelle at this moment. No awareness; no sense of place or time.
Inside her room Linda lost all sense of dignity.
Tell everyone what you are. "I'm a CRINGE CUNT i neeeeeed to worship Goddesses feet."
Noelle's mouth echoed of it's own accord as her body writhed against the spray of the shower massager. "Nnnnngggggg mmmm aaaaaa CRINGE CUNT nnggggg neeeed it."
What are you? Linda moaned, like an obscene Japanese anime porn doll, "i am such a loser freak," as she bounced her tits for the camera.
"Fuuuuuuuck please such a loooooser." Noelle could feel her body mimicking Linda.
What kind of loser freak are you miss Cringe? "Foot freak," Linda struggled to film herself sucking her own toes as she moaned, "I'm a foot freak. I'm a CRINGE CUNT foot freak!" the words sounding ridiculous with her mouth stuffed with her own toes.
"Fooot freak. i'm a foot freak. I'm a CRINGE CUNT foot freak!!!"
Noelle was too close to even think to try and suck her own toes for the first time. She could just fee it building inside her. She dropped the shower attachment as her soul was flooded with the wave of bliss was consuming her. "Nnnnnggggggggfffffuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck."
It took her a few moments that water was spraying all over the bathroom from the abandoned device.
From the living room should could hear Jenny say, "OK, by bitch! Don't forget what I said."
Noelle wanted to scream. Fuuuuuuuuuuuck!!!!! You're never here, bitch.
Instead, a meak, "hey," came out of her mouth.
"You OK? You look like you just ran a quarter-marathon."
Noelle didn't realy hear her. It's funny how one's senses can take over the others when they feel that there's a need. Like, sorry hearing, brain needs to use all of its resources studying every detail of Jenny's foot. This was the foot of an athlete. The trophies and metals hanging on the wall came in part because of the perfection of this foot.
And here's something important. Things like feet and legs and breasts don't work in isolation. There is an exquisite, essential counterpoint that the part that make up the rest of the person under question that come into play. In the case of Alyssa it's the perfect blond hair framing the perfect angelic face with lips formed into the most contemptuous smirk imaginable on top of curves that have sparked more fights than Mike Tyson boxing matches, all playing their part to present the most perfect foot ath Noelle had ever seen. It didn't matter that Noelle was too focused on studying every little detail of her foot. The subconsious mind was trained over millions of years of evolution to add these details in the back of the ape brain that was humans to add that essential bit of sexual spice that was essential to a fetishists fundamental drives.
In the case of Jenny it was the round, athetic, "juicy"… where the fuck did juicy come from? Juicy???? Why says that? Gawd it was juicy just behind the foot of a Black goddess, prominantly displayed as her leg was bent as she studied, lying face down on the couch in their small living room. And the way she casually bounced her foot and the way that made her round, athletic ass jiggle. Gawd, why had she never noticed it before? It's like literally…
"Noelle? Earth to Noelle?"
"Huh?" Is this what junkies felt like? Was this what it was like for werewolves the first time the see a full moon? Was she always like this, and her fucked up head was just waiting for Alyssa to unlock the foot freak within?
"Girl. You know I'm not into girls, aaaaaand, until a few minutes ago, I was sure neither were you." Jenny's expression was one of part amusement, and part concern.
"What???" Noelle shook her head. "Gawd no. Sorry, It's just been a weird day." Noelle gave a laugh that came out a little too maniacally to sound convincing.
She needed to be alone. She needed to be alone now.
"Well, save it for later. I need to finish this assignment, and then we can talk it out. I'm hear for you, girl."
Just then Noelle's phone chimed. Unlocking it Noelle…
"Girl?" Jenny snapped her fingers. "Noelle?"
Noelle…
Noelle wanted to…
Noelle needed to…
On her phone was a picture looking down at Linda kneeling, with her tongue out, presenting her CRINGE CUNT breasts to the camera. The text was even worse.
"Please Goddess Alyssa. Please let me prove what a good CRINGE CUNT i can be. Please let me WORSHIP your perfect feet."
"I… I… I need a shower."
Jenny laughed. "Yeah, you do girl. To be honest, I didn't think you could sweat before now. You're funky as fuck."
…
To be fair, the walls were really thin in their shared apartment. Neither one of them ever took to singing in the shower, so there was no reason they would realize just how easily the sound carried.
But it did.
"Girrrrrl, what did you do to my roomie???" Jenny had the most adorable chortle when she was really amused.
"Nnnnngggggg mmmm aaaaaa CRINGE CUNT nnggggg neeeed it."
"Biiiiiitch. You broke my roomie."
"Fuuuuuuuck please such a loooooser."
"Ali, you fucking own me a new roommate."
"Fooot freak. i'm a foot freak. I'm a CRINGE CUNT foot freak!!!"
"And this time don't make them one of your twisted repressed dyke friends. I need a bitch that is strictly dickly. I mean, listen to this." Jenny held up the phone to capture the sounds of Noelle getting closer and closer to a very loud climax.
"She's going to rape my feet in my sleep. I don't feel safe." Both girls were laughing hysterically now.
"And I swear to you, if you start having these bitches making porn for you, I am raising her mother fucking rent."
"Please Goddessssss!"
"I am getting my fucking cut, bitch. Don't think I won't stab you. Don't make me leave your dead white ass laying in some dark ally."
"Nnnnnggggggggfffffuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck."
"Fuck, and she's so clean. You really can't find many bitches as neat as Noelle. OK, by bitch! Don't forget what I said. I will cut you."
The two of them hung up to the sounds of each other's laughter.
I had never been to a place like this before. Samantha told me I should come but i was always scared for some reason. It sounded too intense.
"The fundamental difference between the sexes is something that no one can control. Women wear their trauma on the bodies for all to see, consciously, and subconsciously." His voice oozed with a smarmy charm that was hard to resist. The way the tendrils of cigar smoke snaked around him like his own private tentacle monster gave him a sinister aura to match the stench of the cigar smoke.
"You are canvases crafted from million years of biology made for men to turn into living works of art through their seed and through their control. Your bodies are like clocks that chime once a month to remind yourselves that you were made to be mounted and bred, and just in case you forget, you are flooded with hormones that make you crave it whether you want to or not." I could feel myself blushing from the forwardness of his statements. But I didn't want to be one of those cringe girls that take offense at everything a man says, no matter how repulsive it is.
"Your body is a living exhibit to this biological truth. Your heavy breasts would be prized above all else in the long treks across the plains of Africa, Eastern Europe and Asia. Your body means literally life or death for everyone in your tribe. A thing to be cherished, and protected above all else. No one cares about your opinion, because that's not what matters about you. You're the tits. What value are opinions compared to tits? Big, heavy, milk-filled tits? Only few are chosen by fate to be the tits, and trust me, you all may have forgotten it now, but your ancestors certainly understood this. The crutches of technology weren't there to subdue this truth. They were the sorceresses. The weavers of powerful magics. Religion has tried to stifle this dynamic, but it's always there under the surface."
It was the way he talked as much as what he said that had a sinister seduction to it. Matter of fact. Not up for debate. Just simple statements told with complete unvarnished confidence of a man that's bored with the debate. This was a soliloquy to an audience of one.
"And even though every feminist denies it, you can see it etched into their souls from millions of years of fundamental physical and cultural reality. Your dress today is a testament to this. You came into the lions den determined to impress. Your confidence and poise in full counterpoint to the wanton way you display your cleavage for us all, daring the bad men to prove you right and try to dehumanize you. Is it a feminist test, or an dance choreographed eons ago by our ancestors from days before they even knew what thought or language was?"
Fuuuck, I wanted to curl into a ball, but instead I shook it off and sat up proudly, with a smirk that showed pure contempt.
"Your friend is different. Her canvas is painted with years of trauma and abuse, both self inflicted and from external forces. Her tattoos silent screams of things unsayable. Her undernourished curves a sign that she not only embraces every negative body image forced upon women, but sees them as a challenge that she needs to meet in order to prove wrong whatever tormentor inflicted this nonsense upon her. The empowering feminist swill that comes out of her mouth and amusing contrast to the clear embrace she has made of the worst of misogynistic so called thought."
These words... what was wrong with me?
"It's easy to tell how much more intelligent you are than your friend. At least you are smart enough to know that you have nothing meaningful to add to this conversation and the best contribution is to sit up and proudly display the gifts your ancestors have graced me with today, and silently picture all the things you want me to do to you, because I can, and because that fact turns you on just enough more than it horrifies you in order for me to make it a reality at the moment of my choosing."
I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. My brain froze.
His laughter filled the room as I sucked his smoke into my lungs.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Pushing Linda away, Noelle straightened out her clothes and rushed out of the bathroom. It was clear by the small crowd that was gathered around the halls that word of their bathroom make out session was spreading quickly. They erupted into applause when they saw her leaving. Mortified, Noelle covered her face and rushed out of the student union.
Finding a quiet place amongst the trees, Noelle burst into tears. How could she have been so stupid? She needed to stop this, now. She wasn't into girls. She especially wasn't into feet. Linda and Alyssa were secret dyke foot freaks, and she didn't want to have anything to do with them.
She needed to get those pictures off of her phone. Pulling it out of her purse, it felt like it was contaminated, like radioactive or something. Opening it up, she went to the group chat determined to delete and then block both of them.
It's impossible to really describe the feeling. It's like a wave of electric feelings just washes over you. One minute you're a normal person, the next your looking at someone you considered your friend being the most obscene, disgusting, humiliating for of debasing porn. You hate it. You hate her for doing it. You hate how your body responds to it. You hate how much it turns you on. You hate her for making you want her. You hate her for making you want to be her. You hate how in a few brief moments she's ripped away every mask you wore and proved to you that you were an obscene, disgusting, submissive foot freak just like her.
Hovering her finger over the delete button, Noelle needed to touch right now. She could feel her sex clenching, singing a song of pure, unfiltered need. She could feel her nipples hardening, begging for Linda to twist and maul them just the way she had a few minutes before.
It was as if the person who had been mortified crying had been erased like chalk on a blackboard, replaced with pure, irrational need.
Standing up, Noelle rushed home. She wanted to run, but that would be silly. The small part of her rational brain still intact kept her to a steady, swift walk. It felt obscene. It was as if her needy sex was controlling how she walked. Placing her feet in front of each other to maximize how her breasts bounced and her ass gyrated. A futile attempt to get any meaningful contact until she got home. It was as if a switch was flipped and she turned into pure need.
The image of Linda, her amazing tits marked with the words CRINGE CUNT in surprisingly clear letters considering. The contrast between the serious, brilliant, straight laced person Noelle has always known her to be, and the completely debased freak sticking her tongue out and making the loser symbol on her forehead.
She looked pathetic. She looked stupid. She looked hot as fuck. And Noelle didn't just feel that she looked hot as fuck, she knew it, because they had just been making out, and it felt better than anything she'd ever done before in her life.
The only guy who'd ever kissed her or played with her tits did it like he was defusing a bomb or something. The way Linda's hands twisted and squeezed made Noelle feel like he was being turned into a bomb, and would explode with just a little bit of encouragement.
And the kisses. No one had ever kissed her like that before. Linda's tongue just took over her mouth. The sense memories washed over Noelle, radiating throughout her whole body with every step. She had to get home. She had to get home now. She swore if anyone got in her way she'd strangle them in front of the whole campus.
Finally reaching her room, her hand fumbled to get the keys out of her purse. Finding the key, if felt like it took her an hour to fit the key into the lock, her hands were shaking so much.
Need. Pure, unfiltered need. She needed to touch. Now.
Hey Noelle, "you want to hear something really cringe?" Alyssa leaned across the table in the back of their college's main library, concealed by mountains of books. They liked studying there because no one would distract them.
Noelle eagerly leaned in to hear what she had to say. As one of the hottest girls on campus, Alyssa always had the best gossip.
"You know Linda?"
"Yeah." Of course, she knew Linda. Linda was a quiet, mousy girl who always got perfect scores in their Calc 1 class.
"She's a total simp for other girls' feet."
"Ewwwww!!!!" As soon as it opened, Noelle covered her mouth, her involuntary response echoing around the library's large upper floor. "That is so disgusting," she whispered, trying to get the image of the girl tonguing the soles of a random girl's feet out of her head.
"IKR! Who would do that?" Alyssa laughed a little too loud.
"Only a total freak. I mean, I had heard that some guys were into a girl's feet, but are there lesbian foot freaks?" Noelle had heard about it and had even stumbled across videos of guys licking women's feet, but it always looked so stupid and disgusting.
"Yup. Turns out there are tons of girls that are into other girls' feet. And not just dykes. Linda has a boyfriend and everything."
"But…" Noelle had so many questions, "how…?" She really couldn't decide which one to ask first.
"How did I find out?" Alyssa had an evil smirk on her face. "It was an accident."
Noelle leaned in closer to hear the story.
"I was studying in the commons when she walked by. I asked her for help on this one derivative question that I was having a problem with. She sat down next to me and was about to look down at the problem when she just kinda froze."
Noelle listened intently, wearing that face you get when hearing something really juicy. As Alyssa milked out the pause for dramatic effect, Noelle eventually had to ask, "What?! What happened?!"
"Turns out I had my legs crossed and I was wearing this really slappin' pair of Gucci sandals, and her eyes just kinda locked on one of my feet."
This was a really good story.
"I asked her if she was OK, and she just kinda blushed and stuttered."
"So what did you do?" Noelle was eager to hear more.
"I just kinda bounced them like this." Alyssa crossed her legs so that one of her feet was sticking out from under the table and started bouncing her foot in the cutest black Gucci sandal accented by her toes, painted a lovely shade of red. She really did have perfect feet.
"Turns out, there are a lot of girls that are into other girl's feet. Isn't that totally cringe?"
Noelle nodded. It was totally cringe.
"I mean, what kinda freak would want to kneel down and worship another girl's feet?" Alyssa kept bouncing her foot as a smile crept over her face.
"I know… right." It was really really disgusting. Noelle couldn't image who would want to just kneel down, and start licking the soles of Alyssa's perfect feet, only a total submissive simp would do something like that.
Suddenly. Noelle heard the snap of Alyssa's fingers. "Earth to Noelle. Earth to Noelle."
Noelle shook her head. That was weird.
"You OK, girl?"
"Yeah…" but was she? Noelle took a deep breath and tried to concentrate, looking through her class notes, trying to focus.
"Hey Noelle…"
"What?" She snapped her head up, staring at her friend Alyssa's deep blue eyes.
"Say please." The words came out like liquid hotness. Noelle could see motion out of the corner of her eyes.
It was her foot, bouncing up and down. Noelle didn't want to look, but she had to.
"Say pretty please, with sugar on top."
Noelle heard the words. Someone was saying them. "Pretty please with sugar on top." Was that her mouth? Was she saying them?
Cringe II
i guess this story is demanding to get out. 😳
Had she said it? Sometimes you just mumble things when you're not even noticing. She looked down at Alyssa's bouncing foot and just went blank. She did have perfect feet. The way the shoe just seemed to cradle them, like an offering to the gods. You could understand why people who were into those sorts of things would be really really interested in Alyssa's. The nail polish that had just enough contrast to her pale skin tone and the color of her shoes to make one want to study them like a Van Gogh painting, or a Da Vinci sculpture.
The time she clearly spent on them showed just how important they were to her. Regular visits to get pedicures; hours with them luxuriating in hot, foamy water; walk in closets with rows and rows of them. When Alyssa talked about it, it was just idle chat between friends, a secret confession to a friend. I know I have a problem… But then something must have changed. FOOT GODDESS ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED.
It wasn't how long she spent just staring at her feet, brain on empty. Noelle didn't want to say it. Saying it was cringe… something that weak bitches like Linda said. Pretty please with sugar on top. Begging. A person who said that was begging Alyssa. Begging her to for the "privilege" of staring at her perfect, bouncing feet. She didn't want to say it. Pretty please with sugar on top. She wasn't into feet. Only freaks were into feet. Foot freaks. Pretty please with sugar on top. Someone who said that had issues… low self-esteem or something. Girls shouldn't do that. They weren't weak like guys. Pretty please with sugar on top. Only someone with a real problem would say something like that. Pretty please with sugar on top. Someone who really needed it. Someone who couldn't help it. Someone who would do anything for a chance to gaze at Alyssa's perfect feet. An addict. An Alyssa foot addict. They needed it. Pretty please with sugar on top. They needed to say it. "Pretty please with sugar on top."
What did she say? Noelle wasn't sure what came out of her mouth. It was a whisper. A little whisper in her squeaky little girl voice. The voice she hated. The voice she heard saying "Pretty please with sugar on top."
Alyssa tilted her head to the side, with an expression of open curiosity. Then she smirked. Huh." She really did have an adorable smirk.
And for the 20 seconds that were actually a millennium Noelle stared at her foot as Alyssa whet back to working through their assignment as if nothing happened.
But something had happened, and it scared the FUCK out of Noelle. She had never felt like this before. They were friends, and the idea of making out with another girl, let alone licking the soles of her feet, just disgusted her. She liked guys. Sure, she had only had one boyfriend, and that was back in high school; he turned out to be gay, and while it hurt at first, she was really proud of him for being his true self, and they are still friends, and she was just glad that they had never gotten beyond second base and she was saving herself for the right guy and that's all she ever wanted: to find Mr. Right™ and settling down as a loving couple and have kids when they were ready for it.
Once they'd completed the assignment, Alyssa slammed the textbook shut, put her textbooks into a really nice designer leather backpack and stood up. Looking down at Noelle, she smiled that judgmental smile she always shared when they were talking shit about other people. She really was an entitled brat, but it was hard not to see those feelings as legit. "Toodaloo!" And with a wave, she turned around and walked out of the stacks.
Noelle walked back to her dorm room in a daze. What just happened?
And why were their feet everywhere? You don't really notice something until it's shown to you and then they're everywhere. Is there any place on earth with a higher concentration of hot girls feet than a college campus? (STAT 3201 - Intro to Probability) What was the economic potential of all these hot girls feet if they could be harnessed? (ECON 2002.01 - Principles of Macroeconomics) And what was it about contemporary life that caused so many people to become obsessed with feet? (PSYCH 2333 - Psychology of Human Sexuality)
Did she have hot feet? Now that a silly question.
Noelle knew for a fact that Alyssa wasn't into girls at all. She had slept with more guys than anyone Noelle knew. She even made a bet with that goth Rebekah chick that she hates so much on who could get through their college's varsity football team first. Those pink tennis shoes look really nice on her.
Was Alyssa some perv? Did she get off on girls worshiping her feet? And Linda? She was one of the most tight-laced people Noelle had ever met. Boots on girls are really underrated.
She was glad her roommate Jenny was out when she reached her dorm room. Noelle didn't even think as she opened up her laptop and instantly started searching for porn. She was surprised to find that there were hundreds of videos of girls licking other girls' feet on YouTube, of all places. On reddit, there was this one lesbian foot worship where this one girl acted as if she had found God when she was allowed to press her lips against the other girl's feet, and then they switched off, and the other girl started worshiping the first girl's feet. They must be getting paid for this. That's the only thing that made sense. It's not like they had particularly nice feet. Noelle felt that Alyssa's feet were one hundred times prettier than anything she'd found searching the internet.
Most of the foot worship videos she found were of dominatrixes trying to make money on guys that had foot fetishes, but she was surprised by the number of lesbian foot worship videos she found, but it's porn, and they're paid to do stuff like that. It's not like they really liked doing disgusting things like licking another girl's dirty feet or stuffing her toes into your mouth until you gagged.
One video had a girl who looked a lot like Alyssa, who was having her feet worshiped by this older blond woman. Still, her feet weren't as perfect as Alyssa's, and Alyssa would never be caught dead in cheap sneakers like that.
Noelle slammed her laptop shut when she heard her roommate unlock the door. Jenny was on an athletic scholarship, keeping her constantly busy, so she was always running in and out of their room.
"Rubbing one out, huh?" Jenny was always making crude jokes like that.
"Ummm… no." Noelle was too flustered to notice that she was blushing a crimson red from the question or Jenny checking out her painfully erect nipples.
"Hey, roomie. No judgment. No judgment. It's natural." And with that, Jenny was stripping out of her jeans and white tank top into a tight leather outfit. Her dark skin makes her athletic feet look so hawt. "I have a date. Don't expect me back till late. Have fun!!!" Noelle always marveled about how open she was with her body and sexuality.
Once Jenny darted out of the room, Noelle opened her laptop and started the video of the girl who looked like Alyssa getting her feet worshipped by the older woman.
This was so bad. No one could know. No one could know what she was doing.
Luckily, over the next few weeks, Alyssa never mentioned it again. They just hung out and studied and even flirted together with some jocks in the cafeteria.
Noelle was glad. She loved her friendship with Alyssa and didn't want this to come between them. Noelle had a problem. Clearly, there was something wrong with her that she needed to be watching sick girl on girl foot worship videos if she wanted to climax now. It was just a sick. twisted fantasy, but she'd never felt anything else even remotely like it. It was like Alyssa bounced her foot a few times and cast some sort of twisted spell on her turning into a foot freak.
I'm a foot freak. Why did saying that feel so good? I'm a twisted foot freak. It was like the words just came out of her mouth of their own accord when she touched her self. I'm a CRINGE twisted foot freak. That was the word. CRINGE. That was the word that pushed her over the top. I'm a CRINGE twisted freak and i worship Alyssa's perfect feet. It was like an electricity was coursing through her body. Her hands twisted and mauled. Her body pulsed and humped. I am CRINGE. The words played around in her mind and leaked out of her mouth. I am TWISTED and CRINGE. Who was this person? I am SICK TWISTED and CRINGE. Where did she come from? I am SICK TWISTED and CRINGE and i WORSHIP Alyssa's perfect feet!
Lights out. Full body, mind numbing ecstasy. La petite mort.
After an unknown amount of time a wave of disgust that washed over Noelle. What was wrong with her? Where did this come from? She was starting to believe all that stuff in her feminist gender study class about the theory that porn was a form of assault and that just seeing something like a video of two girls cleaning the dirty soles of a girl's feet could permanently mess with your brain like a traumatic brain injury.
And yet she came back, again and again and again whenever she could find a free moment to be alone. But it was never as good.
They talk about that in addiction theory, how you keep chasing that high. For Noelle it was her first climax to the image of herself worshiping Alyssa's perfect feet. Perfect; her brain just inserted that word into the middle of Alyssa's feet. Alyssa's perfect feet. The more she thought about how stupid and cringe it was the harder her brain made sure that any moments thought about Alyssa's feet made sure to insert the word perfect somewhere for added context.
The problem was that none of the other girls feet in the videos were nearly as hot as Alyssa's perfect feet. None of them were perfect and when you've seen perfect can you really go back to mid? And she wasn't going to see them again until next week. Is she really sad about something so stupid; so CRINGE?
She was standing in line waiting to order a salad at the student union cafe when she felt a gentle touch on her arm from behind her, and a quiet whisper. "Noelle."
Noelle was surprised to see it was Linda.
"Hey Linda." Linda really was cute in a arorable mousey kinda way.
"Um…" she was blushing the deepest shade of crimson… "umm… do you have a minute?" She couldn't even look at Noelle.
"Sure, but I was just getting a salad. Can it wait a minute?"
"Umm…" she was squirming like she needed to pee.
"It will just be a minute."
"Ummmm… please. I kinda need to do it now."
Sigh. Linda was so persistent when she put her mind to something. "OK, fine."
She grabbed my hand and pulled me into the women's restroom. Trailing behind her, I couldn't help but smile at how silly she was acting.
There were a few girls there, but Linda didn't care as she led me into the handicapped stall in the back. Locking the door behind us, she turned and faced me, suddenly deadly serious.
"I need you to do me a favor." She was handing her phone to me.
"Sure, um…" Suddenly, I was the person saying um.
"I need you to take my picture."
"Umm… OK. We could do that anywhere, Linda. Why here?"
"Just shut up and do it, please." Where did this attitude come from. Linda really could be bossy when she wanted something out of someone, which was adorable in its own way given how tiny she was.
"Umm… OK. Fine." I took her phone and snapped a picture.
"No, silly. Wait till I'm ready."
"Fine."
I pointed the camera of the phone at her and waited for her to give me some sort of signal. The last thing that would have occurred to me was what happened next.
Linda lifted her college jersey, displaying a really impressive set of full tits, arched her back, stuck out her tongue, and made an L letter with her left hand and placed it on her forehead. On her breasts were written the words: CRINGE and CUNT.
"Now, bitch!" Noelle was so shocked that she kinda froze.
She shook herself out of it and took the picture. Than another. Linda made her face look more obscene. Another picture. Linda grabbed her tits and pushed them up and out, displaying proudly the words CRINGE CUNT with a smile that was honestly angelic.
Then Linda turned back into Linda, and pulled her shirt back into place. Grabbing the phone, Noelle could hear the swishing sound it made when you sent a message.
Then her phone chimed. Getting it out of her purse, she could see there was a group text. Opening it up, she couldn't help but blush at the name of the group: CRINGE CUNTS.
The first message was of the pictures she'd taken of Linda.
A few moments later the pictures were highlighted with a rolling on the floor laughing emoji. Then a text. "I can't believe she did it LOL. Made sure you give her a nice thank you kiss."
And just like that, Linda walked up to her, wrapped her arms around Noelle's neck and kissed her. And Noelle's mouth, and then her body just melted into Linda's and they made out. Linda pulled Noelle's hand up to her breasts. Noelle had never made out with a girl before, and yet her hand just instinctively started kneading and mauling them. And then Linda's hands went to hers and moaning, without being able to help themselves, and then a voice cried out…
"Jeeeee-sus. Get a room." And three girls broke out laughing as the opened the door and left.
PREMISE: Girls gets drunk, girl hooks up with jerk, jerk makes it so she can't stop coming back.
MF, alchohol
Gawd, he's stupid. How did I luck out to have to work with this epic fail of a person? Management retreat? He can't manage a complete sentence.
And what genius came up with the idea of an open bar with colleagues when you're trapped at a resort off season praying for a forrest fire to save you from the pointlessness of it all? Drink #1, subtle condescending misogyny unlocked. Drink #2, droning about sports betting unlocked. Drink #7, blatant misogyny unlocked.
"Look, when a man and a woman get together, they hook up. It's like biology and shit. You can't regurgalate biology. Men hook up with girls, and girls like powerful men. It's science, and you feminist libtards like to regilitate science."
"Girl? I'm 29. What is it about men that they are so scared of women. Is that why you are so obsessed with teens? Like you can't get it up for someone with their own independent source of income that doesn't involve tiktok views?" Tequila. Why is it always tequila?
"Look, you are a girl. I am a boy. It's not comcatidable. Don't give me that woke bullfuck about calling you a strong independent she/her woman. If you can't handle being called a girl, you really are the ball braking birch you come off as all the time."
"It's just a matter of respect. R E P C E C E T C. There's a time and a place and when you time and place you can time and the place. Work is not the time and the place for the time and the place... and time." Please gawd, never let me around tequila again.
"So when is the time and the place, Mary? When can your graciousabliness allow us lowly boys call you girls? When's the time and the place for the place and the time?"
"Consent. When we consent to it. Heard of consent? Is there room in your cromagnum brain to fit in consent?"
"Oh yes, the magic word. You know there's nothing that makes a 'woman' more excited than for me to get my lawyer and have you sign away my rights to my dick because you just want us to all be under your lock and key. Like now. You can't consent to anything, because girls can't handle their liquor and while anything I do I am totally reposible for, you can't cross the street of your own freewill because you're a strong powerful woman!"
"Fuck you. I can consent to anything I want." Why was I walking with him?
"Prove it. Prove what a strong, independent woman you are come with me to come with..." Why are we walking into the back?
"Are you strong and independent enough for me to take you nto this bathroom stall?"
"I am completerly strong and pendipendent enough to go anywhere I want.."
"You're clearly too proud for me to let me bend you over this toilet and shit the fuck out of you."
"Fuck you. I like it from behind."
"And no feminist would ever admit," OMFG he's so fucking gifted, "that my dick," fuuuuuuuuck yessss right there, "hits better than any they've ever had before."
"Fuck you are so stupid. I can admit to fuuuuck yessss i can admit to please harder I can admit to fuuuuck it doesn't matter yessss"
"That's it. Are you my good girl?"
"I'm girl good. I'm a girl good gawd good girl."
"Good girl. Beg for it. Bet to cum on my dick."
"Can't"
"Yes you can."
"Can't cum. Never OMFG never yesss never have."
"Yes you can. You just haven't been fucked right."
"Fuckied right never yes."
"Feminists need men to cum."
"Feminists need men to cum." What is happening to me.
"Feminists cum hard to migynacist dick."
"Femengists cumhard to my gynacologists dick."
"Only good girls are allowed to cum."
"Only good girls are allowed to cum."
"Are you a good girl?"
"Yesssss."
"Are you my good girl"
"Yessss i'm your good girl."
It's all kind of a blur TBH. I don't remember anything much about it, but a feeling. THAT feeling. I new when I woke up the next morning that something had changed, and when my phone chimed with a text from him asking if he should delete "it", it was proven.
There I was, bent over a stall, begging for him to fuck me harder, swearing that I was his good girl.
Kill me now, please.
And there I was cumming for the first time in my life like the biggest slut on the planet.
Seriously, kill me.
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