You worked hard to have that perfect body : Gym everyday, healthy food and great skin routine. It was a lot of work, but the results speak for themselves : you're so incredibly hot that you can have any guy that you want. However, you're not a slut, you have high standards! The man who will have your heart will be the most perfect prince on this planet, you know that's what you deserve.
You think you might have found him. You have been texting a man for the past weeks. He's the dream : handsome tall man, intelligent enough to hold a conversation about anything, a great job that pays well... In fact, he seems like checking every box you have ever wished for.
There was alas one flaw : he was rushing sex way sooner than you hoped for. He asked really personal questions like your position in bed and what you liked. You are not experienced enough to have clear preferences, but he insisted to know so he could make you feel good when you met him. After all, his intentions were good!
You were really falling for him. Although your initial discomfort, texting him everyday was starting to ease you into talking more freely about sex. It wasn't long before he gave you every detail about how he would take care of your ass if he could! Even if you would've usually avoided this kind of talk, you surprised yourself getting hard while picturing his perfect body over yours.
Over time, you started to tell him "Good night honeybun! xxx" as a cute nickname, before you scrolled up the conversation to jerk off to his naughty messages before actually go to sleep. You were ashamed of doing so, but when you eventually admitted it to him, he was so proud that he sent you a dick pic to help you further. You would usually block a man acting like that, but he was changing you. So, you instead saved it and used his pic as intended : you pictured his dick penetrating your ass while you jerked off.
This had an unwanted consequence : thinking so much about his dick made you addicted. You can't jerk off anymore without watching his dick, you even started to finger your ass with your eyes closed, hoping it would trick you into feeling him. As if your sexy correspondent read your mind, that's when he struck and asked if you wanted to meet.
However, he had some conditions... He asked you to wait for him naked on your bed, your ass already cleaned and fingered so that he could immediately put his dick inside you. You read his demands and were shocked by how fast it got real. You still agreed to his terms, without believing you were about to meet your hopefully future husband!
You schedule a date and time, then give him your address.
On that day, you didn't sleep. You also kept yourself from jerking off so you were now extra horny for him. You did your whole routine while hard, since you couldn't stop thinking about him. You started to get ready for him and texted him to let him know. He asked that you keep him updated.
The water was now coming out clean from your ass. You eagerly told him while getting on your bed. He wrote to finger yourself until he arrives, which should be a couple of minutes. You played with your hole as instructed.
Minutes passed slowly...
Your wrist was getting tired...
...
You looked at your phone, it's now been almost an hour since his last update. Where is he?
Suddenly, your phone dings and you read his text : "Something came up, I can't come."
That was all. No "Sorry", no more explanation, just a line. You waited for a second text, but it never came. You felt like a fool, realizing your ass was still up waiting for no one. You felt heartbroken and wanted to cry, but what hurt the most was the incomprehension. You started to feel angry that he didn't tell you anything.
"Ding!" Your phone got another notification. Hope! ... But it wasn't him... It was an Instagram DM from a rando. You usually don't pay attention, but this time you casually open it. It was one line : "I'm in your town, wanna fuck?"
It piqued your curiosity and you looked at the whole conversation : it was completely one-sided, he was always liking your pics, saying you're hot and oh so many eggplant emojis! You scrolled through months of his unanswered attempts to catch your attention. He was never losing hope, it was truly giving off desperation vibes.
As you had scrolled a year back, he unpromptedly messaged you once more : "Come on, let me use your ass!" Admiring his dedication, you click on his profile. Eww! He's way past his 50s and every pic of him is his face from a lower angle - it reminds you of your grandfather who wasn't good with his phone. His shirts always look stained, he had a double-chin and looked like he didn't take care of his appearance whatsoever.
You were about to close the app to resume your ruined day while still ignoring his messages when he sends you a pic. It was his dick. It looked pretty similar to your ghosting prince's dick, they even had the same vein crossing their dick. The similarity was uncanny, so much that your own dick jumped, as if it thought that pic was the one it gets jerked off to.
A tiny spark passed through your mind. As you looked at the duck pic, that spark grew until it became a full idea. "What if...? No, he looks nasty... But his dick is so... Maybe with the eyes closed?"
It was a long shot, but maybe you could still feel your "Perfect Prince" inside you today.
For the first time ever, you wrote to this random stranger. "Where u at?" After all, he was maybe miles away, in a different city. That would save you from regretful moves for sure! He sends his current location : he's a block away from your place. Damn! What are the chances! Is it a sign? He asks where you are. It's now that you must make a decision. One more glance at your saved pic of your prince's dick and you're convinced : you want to feel it inside you. You text him your address and tell him you'll be waiting for him on your bed, ass up and you don't want him to talk or to try switching position. He agrees and is at your place almost immediately.
He gets behind your ass and whispers : "Oh, oh, oh, it's even better than I imagined!" His voice is coarse, it pairs well with the smell of cheap cigarettes that started to fill the room. You turn your head to remind him to not talk, but his looks are even worse than in pictures. He's smiling with his yellow teeth as his hand is reaching for your bare ass. You instantly regret looking at him, so you turn back away from him, close your eyes and picture your perfect prince.
You feel his hands spread your cheeks, he inserts a finger inside and comments how your hole is already loose and how perfect that is. You hear his belt falling on the floor and his finger gets out of you to make room for his dick. Without ceremony, he slides it inside you while exhaling a coarse "Aaaaah!".
The dick you have wanted for so long was now inside you, but your imagination can't get over the old man's voice. You keep trying to picture the prince romantically inserting his dick inside you, but even in your mind, he now has the old man's face as he speaks.
You're about to call it off, when he grabs your hips and starts fucking your loose hole. His dick goes back and forth, making "Slick" sounds on every passage. You open your mouth to stop that old man, but the only sounds coming out are satisfied moans. You gotta admit, his dick made you feel even better than you had imagined! It reached your depths and scratched an itch you didn't know you had. At that moment, there was no old man in your head, nor your perfect prince. There was only a dick that was making you live feelings that you never lived before.
You have no idea how much time has passed when his voice brought you back to reality to announce how close he was. His face popped in your mind as you heard him moan to the rhythm of his dick pulsating inside you. That was it. He was done using you.
He got his dick out, then put his shorts on before leaving you. You collapse on your own bed, realizing there was a pool of your own cum that you didn't recall producing. You feel completely spent, unable to move from there. Your ass is sore, but you still feel some drops coming out and trailing against your thigh, just then you realize you never asked him for protection.
As your thoughts get clearer and regret starts filling your entire body, you get a text from the man whose load is inside you : "I knew that if you only gave me a chance, I'd make you feel real good! Next time, don't wait until the perfect man ghosts you to accept my invitation! Good night, honeybun! xxx"
You look at his last line and you feel sick. It dawns on you that your perfect prince never existed, it has always been that pervert from the start. He got you good. He used you.
As you destroy your account and uninstall the app, his load is still dripping out of your ass...
