Cheating blonde and her final resort: pink dildo relief

A bright pink dildo was lying on her floor beside her bed. It was a bright pink dildo that she stared at for quite some time.

She was so numb that she didn't feel anything the last time she felt it.

She spent the past four days at home smoking chain cigarettes and drinking cold black coffee, while she slept on a filthy mattress.

She hadn't gotten to bathe since the last day she was outside, and her mascara and black eyeliner were still dripping from her eyes.

After a colleague discovered they were having sex every lunch hour, her boss was a liar and fired her. How was she to get up in the male corporate world if she didn't do it?

She was a secretary and a failed actress who lived in Los Angeles in a rat hole.

Her boyfriend left her after she revealed that she was cheating on her bosses every day.

She didn't mind it much but felt the need to be wanted to keep her from falling off the roof of a house.

This job was all she had in the way of hope, and it was gone now.

She looked back at the pink dildo that was on the floor.

It could be her ex-boyfriend's cock pushing into her. She could also pinch her own nipples in an attempt to imitate him biting them.

This would be better than any sex they ever had, which is why they bought the sex toys.

The blonde-blonded woman sat down on the ground, her hair matted against her forehead and her left tit sticking out of her loose, unbuttoned shirt.

Her bush peeked out of her shirt, concealing her unwashed pussy between the legs.

She took another long drag and tossed the cigarette out onto the floor.

Her stomach grew grumbly from hunger, and her body was numb to the effects of only acidic coffee and nicotine.

There was no escape; there was no dopamine in her system. Her family disowned her and she had no friends, boyfriend, or job when she moved to LA.

Her eyes drifted to the pink dildo again.

She whispered to her self, in a gravelly voice, that was fueled by dehydration, depravity, and "Some people take antidepressants. Some people masturbate."

She crawled onto her mattress, laying down on it. Lazily reaching for the dildo beside her, she reached over and grabbed it.

A fine layer of ash had built up from chain smoking on the pink silicon. She put a cup of warm water on top and scrubbed it with her dirty tank.

Her body was so dry that she couldn't even get wet. Although her boss had given her so much cum four days earlier, her pussy felt like it was full of cobwebs.

She had a nearly empty bottle of lube underneath her sheet.

She dumped the entire thing onto the tip of her toy, and then proceeded with lubricating it by running her hand up and along the shaft.

She shoved the dildo into its pussy

The lube was dripping down to her bottom as she squished it out.

She thought of her ex-boss pushing her into the ground; he was a complete scumbag, but he had a huge dick.

She sat down on her palm, her fingers on her clitoris and her fingertips on the base. She rubbed her hands together as she moved the toy in and out.

She reached for her hand and pulled it up.

She pressed her flesh with her nails, desperate to feel something. As she searched desperately for erotic inspiration, she rubbed her clit gently and sensually.

She was reminded of the lesbian sex that she had before her boss at the retreat.

Three gorgeous Hollywood porn stars are seen crawling around the hotel room, focusing on their cocks and her pussy.

I have vivid memories of seeing his powerful cock get sucked by a woman with big tits, a plastic crotch and beautiful lips. His pussy wasn't as erotic as she thought it was.

She began to think about the Latino pool boys with whom she had sex while at Hills work events.

Memories of love

She recalled fondly the memories of muscular young men with large cocks who used to hold her breasts and forcefully grab her small back as they penetrated her wet pussy.

They worked. As the dopamine was pushed through her skull, her pussy awoke slightly.

As she pushed the toy deeper into her body, she began to moan in delight.

Her nipples were perfectly straight and her clit was full of pleasure.

As the pool boy pushed his large cock into her sex, she could feel her vaginal walls contracting and her legs flexing. He bent her over the counter of the pool bar and pushed several champagne glasses to the ground, breaking them.

She yelled, "Scream!" and thrust the toy deeper into her. All her muscles were freed and she began to pulsate in orgasm.

She felt normal and good after the endorphins flooded her brain.

She let her hands drop to her side, but the bright pink sex toys remained in her pussy. They began to slide out of her bed the more she stayed there.

The orgasmic high faded as quickly as she came and felt better.

She felt more depressed than she did before masturbating and lay on her filthy bed crying for the remainder of the day.