You’ll Have to Find Someone Better for Her

"I want to make you cum so hard."

You'd just gotten home from a date. She looked good in her tight top and mini skirt. You wanted to fuck her, to feel her wet pussy around your cock, to feel her thighs tremble as she rode you, to hear her moaning with pleasure.

"You want to make me cum hard?" she asked.

You nodded from your seat at the edge of the bed.

"And when was the last time you think you did that?"

You were a little taken aback by the aggression in her voice, so it took a few seconds to respond, but you said, "The last time we had sex."

She laughed. There was a harsh edge to it. You felt small sitting in front of her. A little embarrassed, too.

"I like you. I like you a lot, actually." She stepped closer and ran her fingers through your hair. She put a hand on the back of your head and you leaned forward to kiss the exposed part of her stomach. "You've never made me cum hard, though."

You leaned back and looked up. "Really?"

"I'm afraid so."

You stared.

"Do you want to give me a great orgasm?"

You nodded eagerly.

"Well then, you'll have to find me someone that fucks a whole lot better than you do."

You didn't have much time to be shocked by her declaration as she lifted her skirt and crawled into your lap. She kissed you with such vigor that you wondered if she'd been kidding, if she was just fucking with you because maybe she'd had one drink too many.

"Would you do that for me?" she asked.

"Find you...find you someone else to fuck?"

She nodded. "Would you go on Tinder? Would you go on another dating app? Would you interview guys? Would you find one that could fuck me better than you? Would you find one that would be willing to fuck me while you watched?"

"What?"

She kissed your neck and moved her hips over your crotch. You were deeply confused, and yet a strong sense of arousal swirled through you.

"Would you do that for me?" she whispered.

"I don't...I don't know."

"I want it," she said softly. "I need it, baby. I need to get fucked by someone better than you. I need it so badly. I'll let you watch, though. I'll even let you masturbate while you watch. I'll let you cum in your hand while I cum all over another man's cock."

Confusion mingled with arousal in your mind as she kissed your neck, your cheeks, your lips, as she moved her hips at a rapid pace over your crotch. She lifted her shirt over her head and unhooked her bra. She fed you one of her breasts and you flicked your tongue back and forth over the stiff flesh, eliciting a moan and further confusing your mind as your arousal deepened.

"Will you find someone for me?" she asked.

"Yes," you said despite knowing it was an insane request to agree to.

She climbed off your lap, smiled, and said, "Get your phone. We'll take some pictures for my profile. Then you can get to work."

You glanced at your crotch and the bulge her grinding had created. "What about this?"

She smiled. "You're not getting laid again until someone else has fucked me, so you better get to work." She kissed you on the cheek and added, "Make sure he's got a big dick. I want to fuck someone with a nice big dick."

And so you went to work.