Miriam's Descent: Chapter 4

Miriam has a problem; she's burned through her entire supply of condoms! Thankfully she just has to head to the pharmacy down the road to get some more... which is easier said than done when her greedy, needy cock won't soften up for even a second! At least Miriam has a foolproof plan; stuffing her enormous, sensitive girldick between her tits as she walks around in public. Nothing can go wrong with that, right?~

Miriam peeked outside her door, and then, seeing that the coast was clear, scurried out into the warm, sunny street.

I can’t believe I have to live like this now… what has she done to me?

It had been four days since Layla and Miriam’s little… encounter. She hadn’t seen Layla since, but after Miriam had passed out from her fourth or fifth orgasm, the older woman had clearly picked up Miriam’s phone and added the number to her own. Since then, Miriam had been bombarded with thirsty texts on a daily basis, escalating quickly from cute little “Home alone, wyd? 😊💖“ messages, to more direct pictures of her empty bed, to downright thotty selfies of Layla looking up into the camera, the top half of her face out of frame, leaving the only visible parts of her the soft, plump “o” she was making with her lips, and the similarly inviting valley of her cleavage. While Miriam had yet to reply, she knew (rather guiltily) that every single text had a little “Read” mark under it, and that would be enough for Layla to keep sending them.

Layla had clearly decided that she didn’t need to force herself on Miriam again; she could simply wage a psychological war against the poor, overwhelmed girl’s willpower with her body, and wait for Miriam to come to her.

Miriam let out a whine as she wandered down the empty street, fully aware that the reason she had to take this little trip was because Layla’s plan was totally working.

She wasn’t going to Layla’s place, however; Miriam wasn’t quite that far gone. No, instead, she was heading to the drug store, to retrieve more condoms.

Fuuuck… I’m completely out of control… I need to try and calm down…

For the past few days, Miriam had done absolutely nothing except masturbate. She had spent two full days completely naked, locked in a vicious cycle of jerking off, cumming, collapsing from exhaustion, and catching her breath just in time for her cock to get rock-hard again. Large bags under her eyes, only partially hidden under her glasses, betrayed her lack of sleep. Yesterday, she had finally managed to work up the energy to throw on the top and skirt she’d worn to the drug store on that fateful day (constantly jerking off had left no time for laundry), and had then immediately gotten hard again from the smell of her own musk, soaked into the fabric of the sweater, and had lost another day.

Now, however, circumstances had forced her to take action.

Usually, a box of thirty XXXL Monster Slut-Breaker condoms would last Miriam at least a month, as she carefully managed her masturbation to ensure it didn’t take over her day and prevent her from working.

Unfortunately, between her front room now reeking of cum, the flashbacks to how amazing it had felt to get milked by Layla, reinforced by the constant borderline-pornographic photos and suggestive texts, Miriam had burned through her entire supply in only four days.

Miriam turned the corner to the drug store, and gasped a little as she felt her cock twitch against her stomach.

Without condoms, it wasn’t really possible for Miriam to masturbate, and she really wished that her dick had gotten the memo about that. Despite being rubbed raw over the past few days, the fat, greedy fuckmeat between her legs just wanted more and more…

Miriam grit her teeth. She could handle this. She had spent her whole life skilfully managing the needs of her bloated, oversized cock, and she had adapted to the fact that, apparently, it was now impossible to keep it soft for an extended period.

As she walked the final stretch to the drug store, she tried to keep calm, and hoped that nobody would be able to tell that the only way that she had been able to hide her hard, throbbing cock was to keep the tip sandwiched between her soft boobs! While Miriam’s cock wasn’t quite big enough to give herself a full-blown paizuri, she could just about squeeze the tip between her breasts, and with a bra pulled over the top to keep everything pressed together, her loose sweater made her look almost normal! The only problem with putting her cock between her tits was, well...

As she walked, it twitched again, and Miriam let out a groan as she felt the unmistakable warm wetness of her own precum drooling between her boobs.

She had to get this done, fast.

The little bell next to the door tinkled pleasantly as Miriam stepped carefully into Halfoak Pharmacy, and the girl made a beeline for the “Sexual Health” aisle, shuddering a little as her quick pace caused her cock to rub against her breasts.

A quick glance at the counter indicated that, thankfully, the clerk was acting pretty much exactly as usual, leafing through her magazine with little regard for what was going on in the store.

I bet she wouldn’t even notice if I blew my load right here… Miriam thought to herself, and chuckled. Then she paused and gave the notion some serious thought.

She shook her head, and tried to get back on track. Right. Condoms.

Miriam dropped into a squat in front of the condom shelves, and let out an embarrassed squeak as her cock was pushed further into the soft, pillowy embrace of her own tits, the sensation only enhanced as she leaked more warm, slippery precum to lube them up.

Fuckfuckfuck!! Gotta be more careful…

Her shaft throbbed against her body, and Miriam tried desperately to concentrate as she got to her knees and dug through the shelves. When she’d been in here the other day, there had been at least two more boxes of the condoms she needed…

Which was why it was a shock to Miriam that there were none to be found. She checked, double-checked, and triple-checked, but they were all gone!

“Nononono…”

Where could they have gone? Sure, overconfident jackasses would occasionally pick a box up when they vastly overestimated the size of their junk, but Miriam was the only person who bought them regularly!

She dropped to her hands and knees, which turned out to be an even worse position than squatting; her cock slid easily between her slippery breasts, and Miriam had to cover her mouth to muffle the moan.

Perhaps wearing such a tight bra to keep everything in place had been a mistake after all; Miriam realised that she had essentially turned her cleavage into a perfect onahole for her to hump and rut her aching cock against. She tried to get to her feet, but her knees were weak, and her cock just felt so good pressed between her tits like that… maybe she could stay like this a little longer...

And… and nobody could tell… if I get caught, I’ll just say I fell over… as long as I don’t cum, it’ll be fine...

Just a little bit… it’ll help me calm down…

It wasn’t true, of course, but Miriam didn’t care. She had let her guard down, and now her cock was in control. Forgetting about continuing her fruitless search, she shifted her arms to hold her breasts tight to her body, and started to slowly move her hips back and forth, determined to keep herself restrained. Her boobs were squeezed together so tightly that she could feel them peeling back her foreskin, and she let out a needy little whine as the stink of her own smegma leaked through her top. Naturally, she hadn’t cleaned her cock much over the past few days, and so there was even more nasty, greasy goo built up under her foreskin than usual!

Miriam shuddered a little as she felt it being smeared across her soft breasts, mixing with her precum and producing an audible squelching noise as she used every ounce of her dwindling self-restraint to keep her hips moving nice and slow.

My breasts must look so depraved right now… coated in such disgusting, filthy liquid… and the smell…

Miriam kept her arms tight to her chest as she continued to slowly work her hips back and forward, ass sticking lewdly into the air, her conservative clothing doing little to hide the fact that the poor girl was on her hands and knees in the middle of a store, clearly milking her huge, nasty cock between her tits as a combined cocktail of precum, smegma, and her increasingly sweaty armpits swamped the air around her.

Nngghh… I wonder… how much worse is it under my sweater…?

Once the thought occurred to her, Miriam couldn’t un-think it. She removed one shaking hand from her breasts, and tugged the collar of her sweater forward slightly, dipping her head and inhaling the rick, musky scent.

Something broke inside her poor, blissed out brain.

All too soon, Miriam was hammering her boobs, her cock’s desperation and greed after almost a full hour of neglect completely taking her over. Some small, distant part of her hoped there was no CCTV in the drug store, so that the spectacle of her lying on the floor and shaking her hips like a bitch in heat wasn’t captured forever. The rest of her was too focussed on pounding her own tits to really care.

Fuck… gotta stop… gonna get caught…

Miriam felt herself panicking. She could barely focus on anything except the way her cock felt, and things had gotten so heated that her glasses were fogging up! The clerk could be standing right in front of her and Miriam wouldn’t know!

She grit her teeth.

This was all Layla’s fault. A week ago, Miriam wouldn’t have even dreamed of doing anything this fucked up… now there was every chance she was going to be seen!

Miriam almost screeched with frustration when she realised her cock was getting harder, that the thought of getting caught was actually making her fat nuts churn in her skirt!

Stupid fucking perverted bimbo bitch and my fat oversensitive piece of shit trash dick...

The short but furious burst of anger snapped Miriam back to reality, and, finally, she brought her hips to a halt, panting and needy and with her eyes crossed. With visible effort, she stood up on shaky legs, using the shelves for support. She could do this. She just had to stay focussed. If she just kept her cock under control, everything would be fine…

Eventually, she managed to stagger over to the counter and ask the clerk if there were any spare boxes in the back.

The young, slim, goth girl, whose nametag identified her as “Selene”, grimaced apologetically as she clicked through the stock page on her computer, her thick, black-painted lips drawing Miriam’s eye even as she tried to concentrate on the matter at hand.

“Nope, we’re getting another delivery in a week though… oh, sorry, actually, they’ve all already been reserved, by the same customer who bought all our stock…”

Miriam’s nails left scrapes in the pharmacy’s wooden counter.

“Seriously? There’s… nothing?”

Her eye twitched, and she tried to ignore her cock’s needy throbbing.

Selene nodded, then leaned in conspiratorially.

“You didn’t hear this from me, but the person who bought them all up? It was that Layla woman who lives down on Cherry Street!”

Miriam’s face stretched into a forced smile.

“Is... that... so?”

The clerk giggled, not picking up on Miriam’s mood.

“I know, right? My manager mentioned that every time she’s bought condoms from here in the past 15 years, she’s bought a single box of micropenis sized ones! And now suddenly she’s buying dozens of them in that size?”

She leaned in even closer, and Miriam did so too, instinctively, leaving the clerk’s lips almost brushing Miriam’s ear. With how sensitive her entire body was after her little impromptu edging session, she struggled not to shudder at the way her thick, painted-black lips smacked as she whispered filthy things to her...

“I bet she’s finally gotten sick of her husband’s pathetic little dick, and found herself someone nice and hung to pound her brains out instead! She puts on such a perfect facade, but I know that there must be a little more to her than that… no woman dresses that sluttily, and has had that much work done, unless deep down they want big, hard cocks...”

Miriam didn’t trust herself to speak. Her brain was a bubbling, broiling cocktail of intense emotions, from anger at Layla’s deviousness, a sense of growing despair as she realised she would need to hold herself back from cumming for at least two weeks until there was another delivery, and frustration that every word this girl was saying made her want to stroke her cock.

“Personally? If I had someone that big doing me, I’d only let them do me raw… a cock that huge needs to be really appreciated… god, just thinking about that perfect body getting stretched like that is kinda hot...”

Miriam was hanging on the clerk’s every word as she spaced out and babbled quietly away about everything she’d do with a cock like that, and barely even noticed her own “massive, drooling, worshippable fuckpipe” leaking precum again, until…

“H-hey, did you spill a drink or something? Your top is all wet…”

Miriam snapped out of it, and looked down in a panic. Sure enough, there was a large, dark stain just beneath her tits!

Fuck!!

“Uhh… thank you for being so helpful, I have to go!” Miriam turned on her heel and all but ran for the door, going as fast as she could without tipping her aching cock over the edge!

She slowed down as she turned the corner away from the drug store, her heart pounding in her chest.

Ping!

Miriam jumped at the sudden noise, and she was more disappointed than she’d care to admit when she saw that the notification wasn’t a new text from Layla. Rather, it was from Chibi Miriam; she had installed the little virtual assistant on her phone in one of her few lucid moments to try and mitigate her total loss of control over the past few days.

“Yooouuu got this! Just ignore it, it’ll go away in a minute!” the little icon gave Miriam a smile and a thumbs-up.

She was pretty useless, unfortunately.

Miriam bit her lip, glancing around the empty street, before flicking over to her chat history with Layla. All of the texts and photos were… they were so hot… and…

N-no… I’m better than this… I’m totally better than this…

She took a few steps from the pharmacy, and then turned, gritting her teeth as she saw the girl at the counter through the window. She had gone back to her magazine, but her cheeks were still red...

I was almost caught… I was almost caught with my cock hard in the middle of a store like that…

And it felt so good…

Miriam wandered along the streets of Halfoak in a daze, navigating her way back from the drug store by memory as her mind whirled. No cumming… for at least a fortnight...  there was no way...

I’m so fucked, I’m so fucked, I’m so fucked…

Miriam started, and realised that she had arrived on a doorstep.

But… not her own doorstep.

With a growing sense of dread, she looked up, and knew that she was right outside Layla’s place. Her cock throbbed eagerly between her breasts, and Miriam let out a groan as she realised that the precum stain in her sweater now reached all the way to her stomach.

Then, steeling herself, she set her mouth in a grim line. She was here to demand that Layla hand over the condoms, and stop interfering in her life. Just because Layla was older, and domineering, and really really hot, didn’t mean she could just walk all over Miriam!

She raised her fist, and pounded insistently on the door, so mad that for the first time in her life, the shy young girl didn’t even consider using the doorbell instead.

Her momentary spike of anger and confidence drained away almost immediately, however, when Layla opened the door. She smirked at Miriam, and the girl felt her knees go weak.

Layla had answered the door, in broad daylight, wearing little more than a skimpy bikini, an anklet and a princess necklace inlaid with shimmering white diamonds.

She stood with her hands on her wide hips, fat, silicone-enhanced tits defying gravity as a pair of small, golden triangles of fabric barely hid her nipples, Miriam’s gaze dragging itself from Layla’s toned legs, to the unmistakable outline of her pussy, her flat tummy and oversized breasts, and finally her face…

To that gorgeous smirk.

And the strip of XXXL Monster Slut-Breaker condoms clenched between her teeth.

Layla lifted a hand from her hips, and curled a single finger inwards. Miriam obeyed, helplessly walking straight into the lion’s den.