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Misato’s apartment - 9pm

‘I hate Fridays.’

Misato was naked in the kitchen, hunched over the sink, cleaning her favourite toys. She was being hyperbolic, she didn't hate Fridays, just this specific Friday. For the last month, Shinji and Asuka spent their weekends hanging out with their friends, and Misato was happy for them. After all, she barely had a chance for alone time which she craved more than anything. Normally by this hour, she would be in a post orgasmic coma, surrounded by her toys, soaked in sweat, and very sticky. But today was very different.

Nothing worked. As she scrubbed and cleaned all her toys, she felt broken inside. All she wanted to do was masturbate, she spent the whole week waiting for this moment, and it felt like nothing. No matter what she did, what toy she used, what hole she used, nothing at all. She could barely get wet once she stripped down and finished her prep, it was like something was wrong, but that couldn’t be right. Misato felt the urge between her legs again as she finished cleaning her collection.

‘I need the real thing.’

The dress fit so well, showing off her curves. She looked hot, sexy, everything she wanted. She would fuck herself. And hopefully, so would some hot guy she could find. No names, no fake intimacy, just hardcore sex. All she needed was a cock, a big juicy, veiny cock deep inside of her. She needed someone to fuck her like a whore, a pornstar even, so she could feel alive again.

Downtown - 10pm

‘Target acquired’

Misato knew it the second she laid eyes on him. Tall, strong shoulders, short slicked back hair, decent trouser bulge. And the aura he gave off. It reminded her of Kaiji when they first met, but this was different, it felt more… real. This man, whoever he was, standing there at the bar, was gonna be the one to fuck her tonight.

Next thing she knew, she was in the gents with him, making out in the stall. He was so big and strong, yet also gentle with her. She moaned into the kiss as he put his hands all over her, grabbing, squeezing, groping. She loved it, every second. This is what she was missing, no toy could give her this feeling. She needed to be handled, touched and felt up. She wanted to feel like a dirty slut, on her own terms.

‘I wanna bring you back to my place. But first, mind if I have a little taste?’

‘Sure thing.’

His jeans didn’t stand a chance, one yank and they were around his ankles. Misato took the time to admire his cock. Long, but not too long, good girth, with some nice thick veins, it reminded her of one of her favourite toys. Licking her lips, she began the motions, softly leaning in to kiss the swollen tip. He shivered, she saw an opportunity and pounced. She took his cock deep into her mouth, almost gagging on it with how aggressive she was sucking. But she didn’t stop, she was like a succubus, she needed this. She needed his seed.

He tasted good. A bit sweet, and a little bitter. She took his cock deeper and deeper, till she was completely gagging, deep throating him. She sucked and licked and slorped like her life depended on it. The poor guy had no idea what he was in for when he dropped his pants. This woman, whoever she was, to him, she was a sex demon.

‘Ah fuck! Oh god I- UGH!!!’

Then it happened. A sweet thick explosion of seed right down her throat. And she swallowed, like a good girl. And it was soo yummy! She felt the need, that base urge inside her get stronger by the second. He had marked her with his seed, and she needed him. 

‘Oh fuck… It tastes so good.’

Misato took her time to clean herself up, making sure to swallow every drop.

‘I can’t leave it at this, how about I take you home big boy?’

‘Fuck yeah. I can definitely go for more of this.’

Misato’s Apartment - 11pm

‘I can make you a coffee, before we have fun.’

‘Sure thing.’

The man took the time to look around the apartment. Normally it would be hell on earth, beer cans littering the floor for days on end, clothes all over the place. But Misato put her back into cleaning the place up, even if she came home empty handed. The pot started brewing, as he came up behind her, softly kissing her neck.

‘Mmm… so… anything in particular you wanna do tonight?’

‘Depends, what are you into?’

‘Hmmm, I got gear for everything. Condoms, lube, toys.’

‘You want me to wear a condom?’

‘I don’t mind. I already douched, maybe again if you want anal?’

The pot finished brewing, Misato poured it out. Coffee was the last thing she needed right now, she needed something that would actually calm her nerves. But, if he still had anything in him after earlier, then she wanted to enjoy it, every last drop.

‘I’d be down for anal.’

‘Perfect! My bedroom is down there on the left.’

He finishes the coffee and walks down, not without another kiss.

A few minutes pass, Misato slowly goes through the motions. It’s the third douche she’s done today, but she wants it to count. She can’t afford to ruin this night for her. After she was done, she felt perfect, all the stress from earlier had lifted. She walked back to her bedroom and there he was, laid on the bed, naked and jerking off to a polaroid. An old one from a beach trip she took, and fuck did that bikini look good.

‘Mmm, I knew you would find that eventually.’

‘You look good.’

‘I know.’

Misato got the rest of her clothes off.

‘But I think I look better like this.’

She sauntered over to the bed.

‘No condoms, I want to feel everything.’

Misato got up on her bed, laying missionary as he started slowly lubing up his massive cock. As she looked down she realised, his cock looked even bigger than before? She was happy with the amount of lube he was using, then she felt it. Just the tip was enough to get her to moan. She yelped as he began penetrating her, so big and thick, her walls opening up for his perfect cock. He let out a deep groan as he slowly slid deeper and deeper, all the way to the balls.

‘Oh god I’m cumming!’

‘Oh fuck no!’

Everything was about to unravel, such a big cock but no stamina!? Misato pulled her legs around his back, beckoning him to stay inside as he finished. He pulled out, just barely as he began cumming, but it was different this time. His cum was thicker, such a perfect consistency. He stroked aggressively as his tip laid inside of her. Cumming over and over again.

‘AH!’

‘Fuck please! More! Give me more!’

‘Just a sec, I can keep going!’

A few deep breaths and he was back inside of her. His cum worked as lube, her walls never felt so good. She felt it deep inside of her, this dirty feeling, being fucked like a slut. Misato couldn’t hold back, she started moaning loudly. Like some pathetic pornstar who doesn’t get paid enough. He pounded and pounded, hard deep strokes, pulling all the way out till the tip, then smashing down till his balls hit against her. The moans and groans got louder and louder. They felt it, the deep sensation inside of them as they both came. He pushed in deep inside, shooting thick creamy ropes inside of her. Her pussy was soaking and creamy. She felt him flex inside of her, as he pushed out his last few squirts.

‘More! Fuck me in the ass!’

He did as asked. Soaking his cock in his cum as it flowed out her pussy, he pushed deep into Misato’s black cherry. The cum lube worked wonders as he fucked her tight hole. In and out, in and out, they both soon became lost in the depravity and ecstasy of it all. They were like wild animals fucking. The bedroom became a soundscape of moaning, deep grunts, and the sound of sloppy flesh slapping against each other in a deep rhythmic sequence.

Misato couldn’t feel her brain anymore. Everything melted away as she felt her body go numb. The constant orgasms put her in a permanent post-climax haze. She needed this so bad, she needed more. All the cum, all of his cum. Every single fucking drop squeezed out inside of her holes. She felt like she had awoken her true self, a dirty succubus hellbent on a good fuck.

‘Oh fuck! Cu- cumming!’

He came inside her asshole, for what? The third time? They lost count.

‘Please! I need one more orgasm… Ah Ah AGH!!!’

He pulled out as her final orgasm ran through her body. She collapsed after, along with him. Both completely spent after a long fuck marathon. Her bed was soaking and sticky, thank fuck she laid a towel down before she went out.

Misato’s Apartment - 7am

The morning after a long good fuck session, it was something Misato had learned to yearn for. More than even her alone time on Friday nights. The sweet rejuvenating feeling of waking up after so many orgasms, it felt therapeutic, as if she was awoken to a cleansed soul. And not a sweaty bedroom covered in cum and squirt. Everything felt right, except for the bed being empty on one side. Misato woke up grudgingly, heading over to the shower, there he was.

‘Morning.’

He stepped out, and fuck. Even flaccid, he was so big.

‘Shame I gotta head off to work.’

Misato ran over to her bedroom, and back again as he headed to the door.

‘Take this, in case you ever wanna come back.’

He took the picture along with one last kiss before leaving.

The polaroid had her number and address on the back. He looked at the message on the back ‘Pay special attention to my necklace! xx’