Pick Me - Sex Stories

Pick Me

... hand. All I can do is grip onto the cushion and cry. Talking to him is pointless. So I have no choice, but to just let him do this. I wish I never came over here. If I knew he’d react like this, I would’ve never considered coming over.

He maneuvers his hand from my back to my underside, sliding it under the front of my skirt and bringing two fingers to my slit. He then starts rubbing my pussy as he speeds up his pace. But he’s being so rough with both my ass and pussy, it’s just torture. Why is this happening to me? What did I do? I thought I did everything right. It makes no sense. He’s supposed to be my friend.

I’m then pulled upright before being forced against a nearby wall. He lifts my leg and starts thrusting harder and faster, pushing deeper inside of me. I cry even more from the increased pain I’m enduring. He’s just using me like a worthless ragdoll. How could he do this to me?

As he continues violating me, he starts groaning louder and louder. He then lets out a loud groan, squeezing my butt and shooting his load inside of me. I didn’t know it was possible, but I now feel even worse. This is so disgusting. I hate how it feels. It’s so warm and sticky and there’s so much. He thrusts in and out of me a few more times before pulling out and leaning in my ear, saying,

“You’re such a good friend, Charlie.”

He then walks off and I hear a door shut. All I can do is slide down the wall and cry. I’ll never be able to look at him the same way ever again. Did he ever even see me as a friend? Was this all he wanted all along? Why would he do this?

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