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gender is NOT the same as sex. gender is what you identify as, while sex is what i'll be having with Kendall Roy tonight. Stay informed.

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friendships end. relationships end. fictional man whos doing even worse than you is forever

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My brown man of the month, I just want to eat him up like a spicy jalfrezi 😩

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Tell me sweet little lies: part 2 (Kendall Roy x OFC)

TW: smut/ forced orgasm / dom Kendall / multiple orgasms / P in V sex

A/N: guys Kendall is so hot in this, I was barking writing this sorry not sorry!! Enjoy!!!

Part 1

Diane had been listening to Kendall for a week, so far she had heard a lousy hookup he had with some woman, but he failed miserably, unable to get it up. She then heard his breakdown that followed pursuit, “Pull yourself together, you are Kendall fucking Roy. Everyone wants you, anyone would be lucky to have you. It was one time, it was just too much whiskey, you’re okay, your dick could survive fucking world war 3 and still have ammo— fucking pull yourself together.”

She heard him meditating every night, organizing his schedule with his assistant on the phone, calling his dealer, nothing significant yet, nothing she could use. While she waited for her smoking gun, she moved her plan into phase 2: get closer to him.

She would have to get him vulnerable enough to talk to her, open up to her, share his endless life blunders with her.

Diane walked into his usual bar, she had ensembled an outfit acquired to his taste, something to accentuate her figure. She made it look effortless, dressed like an office siren, her ample breasts peeking out of her button down which she left the first 3 buttons open, the curve of her ass fit snug in her skirt. She strategically ripped her tights, conforming to the look of: ‘I’ve had a long day at the office, I’m just trying to blow off some steam’.

She pretended like she didn’t see him as she walked in, she found a place at the bar and sat perched on a stool. She sipped on her espresso martini, letting her skirt ride up her thighs. And surely enough like an unwrapped lollipop she drew him in like a nasty fly.

“Is this seat taken?” She glanced up at him and gestured for him to sit down.

“Sorry, do I know you?” She furrowed her brows, feigning confusion.

Kendall was taken aback by her bluntness, but a smirk found its way into his face, “By the way you were screaming my name the other night, I would think you do know me,” he said into the open air, not giving a fuck who heard.

His overconfidence burned bright, the fact that he thought she had the best sex of her life was almost laughable.

“Oh right,” Diane perched her boxy glasses up her nose, ones that she had specifically sleeved today to appear younger and more approachable. “Sorry you were just very forgettable.”

Kendall’s jaw twitched, he had never been so blatantly disrespected before, no one had ever made him feel as worthless as Diane did. He wanted to bend her over his knee and spank her straight.

“Okay, then tonight I’ll give you something you fucking remember every time you close your fucking eyes,” his eyes were darker now.

“You’re very confident in your ability to pick up a girl at the bar,” she laughed, the sound was a sweet melody.

“It’s not hard, I got you before didn’t I?” He leaned back in his chair, shrugging off his blazer, “what are you drinking I’ll get you another.”

“You think buying me a drink is gonna get me in bed with you?” Diane raised a brow, “you’re gonna have to try harder than that.”

“Oh don’t worry, baby. I’m just getting started.” He winked ushering the bartender over.

“I’ll have another espresso martini.”

“I’ll have the same,” he added.

“You’re not gonna like it,” Diane snorted, he was trying too hard, it was almost sad to watch.

“I wanna see what all the hype is about, I’m seeing it all over socials.” He shrugged.

“It’s a young people drink, you should stick to your whiskey.”

“Fuck you, I’m not that old.” He grumbled, unbuttoning the sleeves of his shirt and rolling them up. He hated how hard he had to work for this girl, getting pussy was never hard for him, he just had to flash his credit card and girls would bend over. He had gotten her the first time by dumb luck, but now she was making him chase her.

“You’re old enough to be a dad,” Diane snickered, she loved seeing the vein in his forehead pop with every remark she made.

“Old enough to be your dad?” He raised his brows, he still didn’t know how old she was, or her name for that matter. He hadn’t bothered to find out her name before, he didn’t think they'd cross paths again. But after his failed hookup he thought maybe it might be easier to recycle a body, though it was still a challenge.

“You're getting there big boy,” she clinked her glass with his and they both took a sip. Kendall immediately grimaced, the taste was bitter and unpleasant. “Told you, you wouldn’t like it.” She said matter of factly.

“Right, I’ll leave this for you brain rotted fucking uh gen fucking whatever you call yourselves,” he slid the glass over to her and ordered a whiskey on the rocks.

“We’re calling ourselves Gen Z, actually.” She traced the rim of her glass with a finger, leaning forward giving him a delicious view of her cleavage.

“Don’t fuck with me right now, how old are you actually?” He asked in all seriousness, yes the sight of her tits made him hard, but he still had to weigh out the pros and cons. “Like am I gonna be put on a watchlist now? Do I need to call my fucking lawyer?”

“Jeez calm down,” she reassured him, she couldn’t afford to scare him away, she decided to change her tactics and be less of a bitch, he clearly frightened easily. “I’m 25, I’m legal.”

“25?” He pursed his lips, he didn’t believe her. She looked younger, her attitude certainly made her sound like a spoiled 20 year old in college.

“Do you want me to show you some ID?” She joked, but was surprised when he nodded. So she had to commit and pulled out her learner’s permit and waved it in front of his face, “there, is that all the proof you need? Or do you want my birth certificate too?”

Kendall quickly snapped the ID off her, holding it out of her reach as he studied the photo, she looked a lot younger in it, her hair was shorter, was it bad that it made him even harder the thought of how succulent her younger body would have been.

“Give it back,” she struggled to snatch it off him, her heart was beating faster now, she never planned to reveal her identity to him. Even though it wasn’t a massive bump in the road, she wrote under a pseudonym, but she still didn’t want him knowing her at such a personal level.

He finally handed it back to her, and she tucked it away in her wallet with a huff. “So…. Diane,” he smirked, having learned her name now, “you still can’t drive, huh?” He grinned, he finally had the upper hand now, he now had enough information about her to laugh at her expense.

“If you must know, I can drive. I just don’t have a full license.” She folded her arms over her chest defensively.

“Uh-huh. But you still can’t drive a car without supervision.” He grinned, he was enjoying this now, “you know if you want, I can teach you.”

“Thanks for the offer,” she leaned in closer, “but I think you know first hand that I can ride just fine.” She stroked a hand up his thigh.

Kendall held her hand, stopping it from grabbing at his crotch. He cleared his throat flustered by her suggestive comment, her ability to make him hard without even touching his dick amazed him. She was obnoxious, blunt and even bratty but it turned him on all the more.

Diane pulled away from him and ordered another drink, Kendall didn’t, saying that he was done for the night.

“Scared of limp dick? I hear whisky dick is a real problem with men of ……. your age.” Diane bit her lip, poking the bear, trying to get a reaction from him. And for some reason that was the last straw for Kendall.

He was fucking her into the mattress, his hand at the back of her neck, pushing her face into the pillow, “You not gonna run your mouth anymore?” He taunted, his pace was brutal, she let him play out his sick fantasy, his need to feel dominant over someone. “Are you gonna be a good girl and behave now?”

He smacked her ass, groaning as he watched the fat jiggle, smoothing a hand over it. He flipped her over onto her back, “please,” she whined, playing the role of a fragile little girl, “please Kendall.” She cried and whimpered under him, telling him he was too big, it was too much, he was too good, whatever she needed to say to get him off.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he growled, biting her collar bone, sucking on her flesh. He thrusted back into her, harder, “you won’t be able to run that dirty little mouth of yours when I’m done with you.”

She pulled him down into a kiss, she hated how intimate it was, but she needed him to shut up if she was going to get through this. He bit her bottom lip, claiming it as his own, with a possessive hunger.

“You like that, yeah?” He grunted, throwing her legs over his shoulders, his knees slotted under her thighs, the angle was beyond anything she had experienced before, she cried out feeling him so deep inside her, it felt like his cock had entered a sacred space inside of her, one that had never been touched by anyone before, “you like that don’t you, you dirty little slut.” He held her thighs, his fingers digging into her flesh, “has anyone ever fucked you like this before?”

“No,” she gasped, honestly no one had ever been rough like this with her, the feeling was exhilarating. She had given up control for once in her life, he tossed her around like a rag doll, his hips rutting into her at an unforgivable pace.

“You need to be put back into your place, so fucking take it,” he continued, abusing her pussy. He liked watching her face scrunch up in pure bliss under him, her eyes shut, lips agape. He pulled out of her and took the opportunity to ram his member into her mouth, fucking her throat raw.

Her eyes flew open, caught off guard, she choked and gagged on him, her hands gripping his thighs, as he forced himself, deeper down her throat and released his seed, “swallow.” He pulled out of her once he had ensured she did.

He climbed off her and collapsed next to her, taking a moment to catch his breath, “fuckkk that mouth of yours,” he sighed, pulling her into him, tucking her head in the crook of his neck, “you’re not as innocent as you look.”

He sat up crisscrossed, pulling her into his lap, her legs draped over his thighs, “I think you deserve a reward,” he tried to pry her legs open.

“No, Kendall, it's fine.” She tried to push his hand away.

“What the fuck is your problem?” He fought her, managing to slide his index down her mound and through her folds, “I’m trying to do something nice for you, just fucking let me.”

“I don’t want you to,” she clawed at his wrist, trying to push him away. She had done this tango many times where men would try to touch her, and having to fake an orgasm. She knew her own body at this point, she knew he wouldn’t be able to either.

“Stop being a brat,” he growled, feeling the sharp pain as her nails drew blood.

“Stop,” she scrambled off him, he pinned her on her stomach, using his tie and bound her hands behind her back, “no please Kendall, stop. I’m serious.”

He had her splayed out on his lap, ignoring her pleas as she squirmed around on his plush thighs. He shoved her panties in her mouth, to stop her cries. Parting her legs, his thick fingers lazily stroked her clit.

He smirked, nuzzling his stubble into the side of her cheek, his lips finding their place in her ear, "that feel good?”

Diane mewed making a sound of disagreement, his middle finger trailed down to her gaping hole, pumping her slowly, her cheeks flushed as she fought it.

“Just relax,” he gripped her hip with his other hand, “just give in to it, you know you want to.” He added another finger and then a third, slowly her body eased up, “that’s it, you like that don’t you?”

Kendall loved how easily he could slip inside of her, how she was dripping down into his thigh, cunt aching, core throbbing for him. His ears perked up at the sweet sounds of her wet pussy taking his fingers in, the wet schlick sounds filling the room.

For once Diane had been forced to give up control, she could only focus on the sensation of being stretched out by his thick digits, his thumb pressing down on her pulsating swollen nub. All her senses were heightened, her cheeks flushed, looking down at his fingers making light work of her, his pace increasing, and the way he was so sweetly purring filthy words into her ear. . . she could feel a sensation start to build— a very foreign sensation, one she had never experienced before— not by anyone or even herself. She had tried touching herself multiple times but could never achieve it.

She was moaning and drooling now, his fingers picked up again, slamming deep inside of her, curling just enough. His thumb circled her clit remaining slow in contrast, creating a dizzying combination that had her clenching around him and calling out his name, muffled through the makeshift gag. Desperate for him to continue.

The feeling returned. It almost felt like she needed to pee. Her eyes rolled back as she tried to fight back the feeling, but he was rubbing her and touching her and fucking her too good for her to hold anything back.

“You’re so close, just focus, focus on me, focus on the feeling. It feels good, yeah?” She gasped, her legs quivering, back arched at a painful angle. but it was too late, before he even had the chance to slow down, she squirted. Her juices coating his hands, his fingers, dripping down along his arm and onto the sheets below.

“Oh baby. . ." he whispered shakily, "where were you hiding that from me?" She could hear the smirk in his voice clear as day as he spoke into her ear.

He took her panties out of her mouth, which were soaked with saliva, untied her hands. Her back gave out, still reeling in the aftermath of her first orgasm ever, she collapsed in his arms. He picked her up and took her to the bathroom, she wrapped her legs around his waist, her wetness smearing around the front of him. She didn’t know why she let him, but her brain was a cloud of fog at that point.

He ran the bath, setting the water temperature and lowered her down into it, “you did so good.” He soothed her, scrubbing her chest with a loofa, “how are you doing?”

“I’m fine,” Diane’s voice was raw, dry from the fabric that had been constricting it. She cleared her throat to sound more composed but it still came out brittle, “I’m fine.”

“Uh-huh,” he moved onto her back, his touch tender. He wore a proud smile, he felt like a man again, “your welcome.”

“I never asked you for it, did I?” She snapped, inching away from him.

“You didn’t have to ask, I already know you have a stick shoved so far up your ass,” he rolled his eyes, “so yeah your fucking welcome,” he threw the loofa at her and climbed into the tub sitting behind her, “just relax, your so fucking tense,” he eased her back against his chest, leaning back against the tub.

She loosened up to his touch, “I just don’t like random men touching me.”

His hands slid down her sides, squeezing her thighs, parting them under the water, “random men who make you squirt?” His hand traveled between her legs, rubbing her, she sighed at his forbidden thigh, her eyes fluttering shut, “tell me, was that your first orgasm?”

She felt uneasy sharing that information with anyone, but he seemed to already know somehow, “yes,” she whispered her voice barely audible, his fingers continued working away at her.

“You know you try to act like such a big bad girl, but you’re just an innocent flower, just a little baby,” he chuckled, the sound rich against her neck.

She wanted to shove him away, tell him off but the words got lost in her throat, she gripped his forearms, her second orgasm approaching fast, “give me another, I know you got it in you.” His cock was hardening again, feeling her squirm around against him, he lifted her hips up and planted her down on it, the water making its slide in with ease like the last piece of a jigsaw puzzle, “fuck I fill you up so nicely, this pussy was made for me. I need to feel you when you cum.”

“Kendall, I can’t. Please,” She gasped at the intrusion, her body felt weak, his fingers moving wonderfully and the slow thrust of his hips up into her made her shudder around him, her walls clenching around him, her head falling back onto his shoulder.

How was he doing this to her, how had he given her 2 orgasms in one night. She had boyfriends before, but no one was ever successful at pleasure, at some point Diane convinced herself that she was incapable of ever having an orgasm. She enjoyed sex, she enjoyed the feeling of penetration, but it was never enough for her to get there. Her ex boyfriend had tried to eat her out, but she was too in her head to enjoy the experience, she couldn’t turn her thoughts off. But with Kendall it was different, she could let go. Even though her biggest fear was losing control, she willingly gave control of her body to him.

“Yeah cum all over my cock, good girl.” He groaned, kissing her jaw, speeding his pace up, edging closer to his own climax, he pulled out of her and released. They sat there in the lukewarm water catching their breath.

He helped her out of the bath and gave her a towel to dry off, “you want some clothes?” He offered.

“No, I need to head,” she shook her head, rooting around for her discarded clothing, “I have work in the morning.”

Kendall stepped out of his wardrobe dressed in a fresh pair of briefs and a t-shirt, “uh yeah, yeah sure okay.” He nodded, watching her get dressed.

“Where’s my underwear?” She asked, crawling on the floor to look under the bed, giving Kendall a shameless view of her ass cheeks peeking under her skirt.

“I don’t know it’s probably somewhere around here,” he pretended to look on the bed, knowing well he had stashed them away in his closet, “I can give you a spare pair of briefs?”

“It’s okay, I’ll just go commando,” she pulled her tights over her bare pussy, driving Kendall insane. Yes they just went 2 rounds but he was ready to go for a third. She made it impossible for his dick to stay soft.

He brushed her hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ears, “So Diane, when will I uh, see you again?”

“Soon,” she smirked, leaning in and pressing a chaste kiss on the corner of his mouth, she brushed past him to leave.

“Wait, are you not gonna give me your number?” He grabbed her hand.

“Figure it out,” she winked, and slipped out the front door. This time she was confident that he would scope her out, she had given him her all tonight, more than she had bargained for.

And surely enough the next night she got a text from an unknown number: I found your underwear, when do you want to come and get it?

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Tell me sweet little lies: part 1 (Kendall Roy x OFC)

Summary: Diane is lost in a whirlwind of of lies, deceit and betrayal. Can she stay afloat or will it all catch up to her.

Warnings: smut, light sub/dom undertones, P in V sex

A/N: Me 🤝 coming up with new fic ideas instead of completing my other fics

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The room throbbed with a cacophony of laughter and music, but Diane's focus was unwavering. She met his eyes from across the crowded space, a predatory glint in her own. The contact was electric, a silent promise between them. She took a long measured out sip of her drink, savoring the moment before rising to her feet.

As she moved through the throng, she felt the weight of every pair of eyes on her. She reached the bathroom door, pausing to glance back at him, a silent invitation. A smirk played on her lips as she disappeared inside,

Diane wasn't a stranger to these kinds of gatherings, but this one was different. There was a purpose to her presence, a target she had set her sights on. She wouldn't leave until she had claimed her prize.

She stood before the mirror, reapplying her lipstick, and she heard a familiar sound. The bathroom door creaked open, and a shadow fell across the glass. She watched as he hesitated, a mixture of anticipation and trepidation in his eyes. With a confident stride, he stepped inside, locking the door behind him. The room was now theirs, a private stage for a performance only for them. Their eyes met in the mirror, she smacked her lips together, getting the gloss to evenly coat her plump lips.

“Do I uh, know you?” He asked, taking a tentative step closer.

Diane turned to face him, her gaze steady and unwavering. "No," she replied, her voice a low, seductive purr. "But you could get to know me."

Intrigue flickered in his eyes. "Oh?" he said, closing the distance between them. "And how would I do that?"

Diane smirked, her eyes dancing with mischief. "I think you already know how," she replied, her fingers tracing a path up his chest.

That was all it took for her to get him, line hook and sinker, it was almost too easy. He had her pinned against the cold tile, a desperate mix of teeth and saliva. She could taste remnants of tequila and salt, a distinct taste.

He kissed her jaw, his breath frosting at her ear, “my place is upstairs.”

They made it to his top floor penthouse, he tugged her into his bedroom. She looked around the space, if she was impressed she didn’t show it.

“Nice place,” she said, pushing him down onto the bed and positioning herself between his legs.

“Did you just come here to look around?” He grunted, his hands slid up her thighs, squeezing her ass, digging his short fingernails into her flesh.

He was eager, impatient, ready to sink his teeth into fresh meat. He was only looking for one thing tonight; some good pussy. And so far he had succeeded in his quest.

She sank to her knees, unbuttoning his jeans and he helped pull them off. If she was going to pull this off she had to give him something, she had to make it worth his while, keep him distracted, although the alcohol on his breath and his dilated pupils were more than enough for him. Diane still had to give him the final push into the abyss.

She trailed her hands up his bare thighs, slowly brushing one against his bulge, palming him through his boxers.

“Fuck,” he groaned, moving his hips against her hand, “don’t be a fucking tease.”

He was practically begging after one touch, he clearly needed this. He would have taken anyone up for a quickie from the party, he got lucky that he landed the 10. But unbeknownst to him, this was all planned by Diane, it wasn’t divine intervention for him to get laid, it took weeks of planning and precision. She had studied him, she saw every headline of the prodigal son drowning and snorting away his sorrows. She knew his bars, nightclubs, dealers, his hangover breakfast order, she knew everything, he was a loyal test subject; her personal guinea pig in her lab. He was pathetic really to think anyone would want him, for him in a crowded room.

She slipped her fingers under his waistband, and dragged them down his legs, putting his length on display. He wasn’t big, but he wasn’t small either.

“Are you done staring?” He mumbled, tucking her hair behind her ear. “Take a fucking picture.”

“You’re not as big as I thought you’d be,” she stroked his member, from base to tip, licking along the side of it.

“I fucking promise you it works just fine, you’ll see.” His breathing got heavier as she wrapped her hot lips around him, her tongue swirling around his swollen tip, “fuck yeah, just like that.”

Diane loved giving head, she loved being in control, breaking men down in their vulnerable state. Hearing them moan and groan while she had her lips around them made her get wet. And this man was no different, his breath hitched feeling her saliva run along him, this was the only time he felt good, the only time he could switch his brain off and focus on one singular thing. He lived every moment of his life in pure agony, the past loomed over him, shadowing every thought in his mind. But when he was with someone, a beautiful woman kneeling between his legs, he could forget, surrender for a fleeting moment. He shut his eyes and exhaled a breath of fresh air after weeks of drowning in the lake.

He placed a hand at the back of her head, “I know you can do better than that,” he pushed her down to take more of him. He needed more of her, he needed all of her.

Diane hollowed her cheeks, taking more of him with each bob of her head, his stifled moans edging her on. His hand was tangled in her hair, gripping tight, scared that if he let go she would vanish into thin air, leaving him alone in the dark.

He watched her as saliva dripped down her chin, he moved her head at his own pace, pushing her down further, his tip kissing the back of her throat, the heavenly sound of her gagging. He held her there for a moment, and she let him, she let him take whatever control he needed to feel like a man. She didn’t gag or choke on it, she held her breath, waiting.

“Fucking hell how are you doing that,” he pulled her off, a satisfying pop leaving her lips, “you’re such a dirty girl, how many dick have you sucked with that whore mouth.”

She panted for air, seeing stars dance in her vision, the lack of oxygen leaving her momentarily speechless, “please,” she got up to stand between his legs again, “if you were a few inches bigger then it would’ve been a real challenge.”

She lied effortlessly, she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing her in distress. Stroking his cock was one thing, but stroking his ego was another, something that she wouldn’t give him.

She unzipped her skirt seductively and let it drop to her ankles, she stepped out of it and kicked it away with her heels, unbuttoning her silk blouse and shrugged it off, only left in her matching lace set and 4 inch heels.

He stroked his cock, tip glistening at the sight of her. She was petite with a small build, but her assets were the real show stealer, her breasts filled out her lace bra effortlessly. Her lace thong parting her cheeks like fucking Moses and the Red Sea. The front of her underwear was see through lace, giving him an unearthly view of her smooth mound.

She braced a hand on his shoulder, leaning down to unbuckles her heels, “leave them on,” he held her wrist.

Did he really think he could order her around and she would just let him. But she did, in this case, whatever kinks he had she would indulge them, because she needed to do what she came here for.

“Cute,” he pulled at her bra strap, it smacked against her shoulder making her hiss. He reached around and unclasped it, letting her breasts spill out, dense with a pointed bulls eyes in the middle, right on target, symmetrical and mesmerizing.

She was perfect. He was sick, he liked them younger, though he didn’t necessarily scope out for younger women. It was a hideous part of him he tried to keep hidden, but it reared its ugly head up whenever a younger woman approached him, he couldn’t resist. How could he turn away such a necterous, youthful, blossoming body, it was his weakness, his kryptonite. The younger they were the perkier their tits, more sensitive, more responsive and boy did he make them respond to his touch.

She leaned forward, sandwiching his face between her breasts, “suck me,” His hands dug into her hips, he put his mouth to use, sucking and nibbling on her nipple like he was hoping for milk to come out. She ran her fingers through his raven black hair, “good boy, yeahhh you like that? You like sucking on my tits, don’t you? You’re a pathetic little boy.”

She pushed him back on the bed to lay down and climbed on top of him, planting herself on his erection, keeping it incubated. She was getting impatient now, she wanted this to move along faster, she didn’t want to be slow and gentle. She wanted to break bones, bite skin. She ripped his shirt open and ran her nails down his chest, leaving delicious red scrapes along his chest, leaving behind remnants of her, an artist always signs their work.

“Wait,” he held her forearms, “how old are you?” He asked, not because he cared, but to sound like a good guy. Convincing himself that he was a good guy, he tried to stop it, he had enough self control. But he was lying to himself, because deep down he knew it wouldn’t make a difference if she was 18 (the youngest he would go for) it wouldn’t change a damn thing. Because he needed this tonight, he needed someone’s touch, he needed to feel enough for someone.

“Old enough,” she dismissed him, rubbing her lace covered slit against his erect member.

“No seriously,” he groaned, through his disgusting lust, a silver of morality broke through. The last thing he needed was to catch a case right now.

Diane looked younger. She had an innocent face with big doe eyes— those fucking eyes could get her anything she wanted. But she wasn’t as innocent as she looked, she was 25, but her petite figure made her a pedophile’s wet dream.

“Do you want me to sign a fucking NDA ,” she moved her panties to the side, guiding his meaty cock through her folds, “or do you want me to fuck you?”

He saw it, her pinkness illuminating around his cock, caging him in all its glory. He wanted to reach over and get a taste, to drown in her wetness, salivating at the thought of having her spread out in front of him like an entree.

“Do you have a condom?” She snapped him out of his wet dream.

“Bedside drawer,” He pointed, “Wait, let me touch you first.”

It was true he had barely touched her, but she didn’t care. This was just a means to an end, a solution to a problem for her. She didn’t care for her own pleasure, she didn’t want to feel good. Nothing about this hookup was supposed to be memorable, it was a quick in and out job. Efficiency was key. She would do what it took to keep him satisfied, pleasure him.

“No, it’s fine.” She wrapped him up, “I don’t need it.” He would never be good enough to make her cum, a task no man had ever succeeded at. That was partly the reason why she liked to be more dominant in the bedroom, she liked to take control and satisfy others’ needs instead of her own, because that was the only thing she was good at. She couldn’t receive pleasure, she couldn’t accept it no matter how hard anyone tried, it was too intimate, too vulnerable to open that part of her up to somebody.

Diane took her panties off and turned around, the last thing she wanted was for him to try to kiss her during it, it was supposed to be a night of forgettable sex, nothing more nothing less. She realigned him with her entrance and sank down on him, the pleasurable stretch made her breath hitch, she heard him moan behind her.

He watched her sheathed down on him, her hips found a rhythm, her hands braced his thighs for balance as she rode him. He held onto her ankles, her heels resting at his sides.

Her breasts smacking against her with each rutt of her hips, echoing through the room. Her ass jiggled, shockwaves reverberated through her entire body, her movements were precise and calculated, she knew what would get him going.

He thrusted up to meet her half way, she bit her lip stifling a moan, “don’t hide your dirty noises from me,” he grunted.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her back to lay on his chest, her head resting on his shoulder, their cheeks plush together, “come on let me hear those pretty sounds,” he demanded, thrusting up into her roughly, keeping a brutal pace, fucking out every comprehensible thought from her mind. It was quick and thoughtless sex, dirty, over before it had really started

His dick felt bigger from this position, Diane couldn’t help but let out a gasp, this isn’t what she wanted, she didn’t want to enjoy it. She wasn’t supposed to enjoy this, but fuck he was good, he knew what angle made her quiver.

“Do you always talk this much,” she panted, she preferred her men quiet during sex, she wasn’t into the dirty talk. She didn’t like to be called princess or baby girl, she didn’t need their praise or encouragement. She liked to take charge, to have them a whimpering mess under her, begging, pleading.

“Are you always such a bitch,” he growled, kissing the side of her neck, his hands clasped around her breasts, squeezing them. “Just relax baby, let me take care of your pussy,” He finally reached that sweet spot behind her ear and a moan escaped her, making him grin against her skin, he bit her neck, teeth marks gashing against her skin.

“Yeah that’s right, I’m fucking good,” He pounded into her, one of his hands left her breast, traveled between her legs, rubbing her clit. “Tell me I’m fucking good.”

Her eyes fluttered shut, she knew she wouldn’t get much out of his attempts to make her orgasm, but it still felt good, “I’ve had better.”

“Yeah in your fucking dreams,” he grunted, his thrusts got messier, “are you close, fuck I’m so close.” She could feel his chest heaving against her back, he was about to let it all lose, she clenched her walls around him, knowing it would drive any man crazy.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m there too,” Diane put on a performance, moaning and whining, anything to get him off.

“Fuck, say my name,” he commanded, speeding up his thrusts.

“I don’t know your name,” she whined, but in fact she knew his name, date of birth, the type of car he drove, the make of his watch, his address, his children’s names, his college.

“Kendall, fuck, it’s Kendall. Say it.”

“Kendall,” she whispered, and he tensed inside her, his grip around her tightening.

“Fuck you’re so good, so good, so fucking sexy,” he mumbled incoherently, pussyy drunk.

Diane climbed off him, collecting her clothes from the ground and went to the bathroom. She flushed out whatever STD’s he might have, judging from the fully stocked box of condoms and multiple toys in his bedside drawer, she absolutely had to be careful. She got dressed, freshened up and tried to pull the old Irish goodbye. She tiptoed past Kendall who was still lying on his back, his eyes shut, the condom had since been discarded.

As she made a beeline for the front door, Kendall appeared out of thin air.

“Leaving?” He stood behind her dressed in a pair of briefs now, “without a goodbye?” He gave her a toothy smile, which did nothing for her.

“Yeah, I got stuff to do in the morning.” She adjusted her bag on her shoulder. “But I’ll see you around.” She reached for the door handle.

“Wait,” he stopped her again, “I uh, didn’t get your name.”

“You’ll figure it out,” she looked back at him with a wink, knowing that he wouldn’t.

It was just sex, nothing more, nothing less. She had done what she came to do. She sought him out with one sole purpose in mind, and she had left after completing her mission.

The next morning, Diane walked into work, her shoulders squared and a proud smile playing on her lips. She strode into her boss's office, "We got him."

"You planted the bug?" Her boss, Douglas, looked at her, his eyes wide.

"Bugs," she gloated, holding up two fingers. "I've got ears in the bedroom and bathroom."

"I can't believe you actually did it," Douglas stood up from his chair, his face a mixture of pride and disbelief. "You're gonna break this story wide open." He placed his hands on her shoulders. "How did you manage to do that?"

"Don't worry about it," she smirked. "You just worry about my promotion after I get a direct quote from Kendall Roy for the cruises scandal."

Part 2

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