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Pink Dildo Relief: Cheating Blonde and Her Last Resort

By Madame Meta

Lying on the floor next to her bed was a bright pink dildo. She stared at it for a long time, zoning in and out, wondering if she should use it. 

The last time she felt anything was a distant memory; she was so numb these days. 

She had spent the last four days at home, chain smoking cigarettes on her filthy mattress and surviving on cold pots of black coffee. 

She hadn’t bathed since her last day outside and she still had smeared black eyeliner and mascara dripping into the bags under her eyes. 

Her asshole boss fired her after a coworker found out they were fucking every lunch hour. How else was she supposed to climb up in the male corporate world? 

She was just a secretary and failed actress living in a rat hole above a porn shop in Los Angeles. 

When the news got out that she was blowing her boss every break, her boyfriend left her. 

It didn’t bother her much, but she needed to feel wanted in order not to throw herself off the roof of a building. 

That job was all she really had in terms of hope and it was all gone now. 

She peered back over at the pink dildo on the floor

She could pretend it was her ex boyfriend’s cock thrusting into her, and pinch her own nipples to replicate him biting them. 

That would be better than any sex he ever gave her; the reason they had bought the sex toy to begin with.

She sat on the floor, her bleached blonde hair matted against the side of her head and her left tit hanging out the side of her loose, sleeveless shirt. 

Her bush poked out from under her shirt, hiding her unwashed pussy between her legs. 

She took another long drag off the cigarette and put it out on the floor, not bothering to find an ashtray any longer. 

Her stomach growled with hunger and cramped with the pain that comes with only having acidic coffee and nicotine in your system. 

There was no way out; no dopamine left in her system. She had no friends, no boyfriend, no job, and her family had disowned her when she left for LA. 

Her eyes wandered again to the pink dildo 

“Some people take antidepressants, some people masturbate,” she whispered to herself in a gravelly voice, fueled by dehydration and depravity. 

She crawled over to her mattress and flopped down onto it, lazily reaching over and grabbing the dildo next to her. 

The pink silicon had a fine layer of ash built up on it from her chain smoking. She poured a stale cup of water over it and rubbed it down with her dirty tank top. 

Her body was so dehydrated she could no longer get wet, let alone excite herself enough to feel anything. Her pussy felt like it may as well be filled with cobwebs, even though only four days prior her boss had filled her up with so much cum she thought it would come dripping out when she returned to her desk. 

There was an almost empty bottle of lube under the sheet beside her. 

She emptied the whole thing out onto the tip of the toy and proceeded to run her hand up and down the shaft, lubricating the entire toy. 

She pushed the dildo into her pussy

The lube squished out and dripping down to her ass.

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She imagined her ex boss’s cock pushing into her; he was such a proper asshole but he did have a giant dick. 

Her palm sat flat on her clitoris; her fingertips on the base of the toy, sliding it in and out as she rubbed herself.

She slid her free hand up to her tits and grabbed on one hard. 

Nails dug into her flesh, desperately trying to make herself feel something. She rubbed her clit and her nipples slowly and sensually as she desperately searched her brain for some erotic inspiration.

She thought of the lesbian sex she had in front of her boss at the company retreat. 

Three beautiful Hollywood porn stars crawling all over the five-star hotel room with their focus on his cock and on her pussy. 

The memories of watching his powerful cock being sucked off by a woman with huge tits and a plastic ass while a beautiful brunette with huge lips tongued her pussy didn’t have as much erotic weight as she remembered them to have. 

She switched to thinking about all the Latino pool boys she cheated on her ex boyfriend with when she was at work events in the Hills. 

Erotic memories

She brought up memories of young, muscular men with giant cocks and a lot of beautiful words to give, fondling her breasts and grabbing the small of her back forcefully as they penetrated her dripping wet pussy. 

These worked. Her pussy awakened slightly as the dopamine was pushed through her brain.

She began moaning in pleasure as she thrust the toy deeper and deeper into herself. 

Her nipples were fully erect and her clit was pulsating with pleasure.  

She could feel her vaginal walls beginning to contract and her legs flexed as she remembered the pool boy pushing his huge cock into her ass. He had bent her over the pool bar counter and pushed a bunch of champagne glasses off to the floor, shattering them. 

A scream came she thrust the toy into her deeper and all her muscles released and began pulsating in orgasm.

The endorphins instantly flooded her brain and, for the first time in four days she felt good; normal. 

She let her hands fall to the side of her, the bright pink sex toy still stuck in her pussy, slowly sliding out the longer she stayed on the bed. 

As quickly as she had come and felt better, the orgasmic high drifted away. 

She felt even more depressed than before she masturbated and laid on her filthy mattress, crying, for the rest of the day. 

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