Unfair Fate - My First Girlfriend

/All Characters are 18+ Any resemblance to real people or events would be pretty fucking wild/

Life isn't fair.

That's a statement of fact that most people would agree on, myself included. A simple truth of reality that is obvious to anyone that pays any attention. Bad things happen to good people. The wicked go unpunished and nepotism gets you ahead more than hard work ever could.

Life isn't fair.

To most people, the phrase is a curse. A statement of frustration as their best efforts and kindness fizzles into nothingness. An expression of woe, lamenting the cruel world we all reside in.

But for me?

For me, the phrase has a... different, connotation.

See, in my opinion, no matter how unfair the world is, it still needs to find balance. Every action has an equal and opposite reaction, right?

Well, you might think I'm crazy, but I am that opposite reaction. For every unfair thing that happens to a good person, something truly undeserved happens to me. As insane as that sounds, it's the only way I can explain everything that has happened in my life.

I am not a good person. I've never worked hard, never had to cook or clean or really, do anything I didn't want to do. Things just always work out for me, without me ever doing anything to deserve it. Without fail. Every single time. At first I thought I was just lucky, but eventually I realised something more had to be going on.

For example, let me tell you about my first date, with my first girlfriend. June.

June was everything a man could have wanted. She was cute, funny, beautiful and madly in love with me, for reasons I never understood. Bright blonde hair and deep blue eyes, huge tits that had all the perkiness of youth and the tightest body ever.

She came from this rich family, a bunch of uptight losers that never paid any attention to her I guess. I asked to borrow a pencil from her in school once, and a week later she was asking me out. Almost begging, really. She said we could do anything I wanted and she would pay for it, so long as we called it a 'date'.

As a joke, because I didn't believe that a girl that hot would ever actually want to date me, I told her I wanted to go to a strip club. That I wanted her to watch and bankroll me while a group of sluts gave me a lapdance.

When she agreed to that, I knew for sure she was messing with me and decided to push her even farther. I told her to show up wearing something that would make even the strippers blush, that I expected her to pick me up in a limo and that she would be expected to do anything I told her to. Without question and without fail.

I had expected her to drop the act, call me a pig and walk away. Instead she just nodded quietly and ran off without saying anything. I figured she'd never talk to me again, but that night she showed up just as promised.

I'd been jerking off into my sister's panties when mom called for me. Telling me that there was some slut at the door with a limo asking if I was ready for our date. I still thought June was messing with me, so I didn't even bother to put shorts on. Just tucked my hard cock into my underwear and walked over to the front door.

And there she was, talking to my mom outside our front door. Clothed like a wannabe pornstar that was rejected for being too much of a slut.

She wore the tiniest slingshot bikini. Strings no bigger than dental floss holding up a sliver of fabric that didn't even fully cover her puffy areolas. Hard nipples pressing against the fabric, their outline completely exposed. Her legs were covered only in loose fishnet stockings that cut off at her waist. Hugging her thighs while giving a perfect view at her tight bald cunt lips that were sandwiched between the bikini bottom.

She waved at me when she saw me, her hands adorned in elegant white silky gloves. An innocent touch that made the rest of her look like grade A fuck meat. I didn't know what to do, so I played it cool. Cold even. I acted like her body was nothing special and that I was only reluctantly deciding to go with her.

I took the time to check out her ass as we got into the limo. A fresh tight bubble butt that her fishnets hugged perfectly. Feeling emboldened by everything that had happened so far, I gave her a hard, powerful slap as she bent over to get in the car, and then... then?

She thanked me. God damn thanked me for it. I knew then that I had somehow bagged myself a 10/10 on both the crazy and the hot scales, but I had barely begun to understand the full extent of things.

On the drive over to the club, I had her pop some champagne. We weren't old enough to drink yet, and I could see the concern in her eyes when I told her to pour herself a glass, but no didn't seem to be a word in her vocabulary.

We both took one sip and spat it out, I said it tasted like piss mixed with vinegar and she laughed. It could have actually been a sweet moment together, if I hadn't told her to finish both of our glasses. She really didn't like it, but gulped down every last drop. Already a little bit tipsy, I began pouring her another glass and asked if there was anything we could add to the drink to make it taste better.

She suggested cherries, I suggested my cock. Guess which one we ended up going with?

So, I took my dick out and told her to get down onto her knees. This was probably the first cock she'd ever seen, and she was enchanted by it. Maybe it was just the alcohol, but she seemed to look at my cock like she'd fallen in love with it. I dunked it into her glass, letting the champagne drip all over the floor. My cock had been dripping with pre-cum from earlier, so I made sure to swirl it all in. Combining the two foul liquids together. She still didn't like it, but sucked the glass dry. Leaving me with a cock dripping in champagne that needed somebody to clean it up...

A part of me had expected her to be in love with the taste of my cock as much as she was by the sight of it, but that wasn't true. She never got used to my taste, even though she always loved the sight and feel of my cock. But that never stopped her from doing her duty. As painfully obvious it was that she thought it was disgusting, she still sucked my cock like a good proper slut. Letting me pull her hair and choke her on it. Going hard enough that her eyes started to water, messing up her make-up as she left red lipstick marks over my cock and balls.

By the time we arrived I had already cum over her face twice and was still hard as a rock. A few years back a doctor had diagnosed me with an abnormal variant of 'hyperspermia'. I didn't get any of the jargon, but it basically boiled down to me being able to cum huge amounts constantly. I had to cum a minimum of ten times a day to stay healthy, but there was no upper limit to the amount of times I could cum. It had been a shock at the time, but our family learned how to... deal... with the situation...

Anyways, me and June walked up to this rundown strip club in a bad neighbourhood. The guy at the door kept eye fucking June as we walked up and asked if we were old enough to be here, if he could see some ID. June answered him with a stack of cash bigger than if ever seen in my life and he told us to go right in.

That night was the best night of my life so far, and the night I discovered just what I could do.

We were in a semi private booth while this fat assed Latin chick twerked on top of me in this tiny thong that barely covered her asshole. June had generously tipped her and was dutifully watching from the side. Taking notes like I told her too.

Feeling like a man for the first time in my life, I grabbed hold of the stripper's thong and yanked it up. Trying to rip it off, but she instantly reacted. She wasn't mad, but she told me I couldn't touch. And even as I insisted she get naked, she still said no.

But then, as she started giving me the lap dance again, something happened. As she shook her ass in front of my face, her panties snapped off. Falling to the ground as the stripper flaunted her holes for me, completely unaware of what had happened.

That was when I began to understand the shape of my power. It wasn't that I could get anyone to do what I wanted, through mind control or whatever. It was just that things went my way. Always.

I wanted to see the stripper's fat cunt shaking for me, and it somehow happened. I wanted the innocent girl from class to be my submissive fuck doll gf, and out of the blue she confesses to me.

It wasn't an ability I could control, but a force of nature. Life wasn't fair, and I, for no good reason, was the living embodiment of that.

I lost my virginity to June right after that. I pinned her down on the table and just started railing her like I did with my fleshlights before I broke them. June didn't break though, she took my cock deep enough into her smooth virgin cunt that my cock bulged her tight tummy. She kept screaming about how much she loved me and wanted to marry me, so I had the stripper sit on her face. The older woman's wet cunt juices mixing with my drying cum that adorned my new girlfriend's face.

Security should have thrown us out, but they either were busy with something else, or they liked what they saw. By the time I had fucked my third load into her womb, an entire crowd of guys had formed around us. June's face was still being smothered between the strippers thick cheeks, her clothes torn off leaving her cum dripping pussy open for any man to take.

But it was only my first night with her, I wasn't ready to share just yet. So I let the guys cop a feel of her budding tits and take pictures of her creamy cunt before taking off. There was something I wanted to do that would be the perfect test of my power.

June was in a delirious state as we left the club. A combination of being cock drunk and actually drunk at the same time. The limo was waiting for us in the parking lot, but I figured we would walk.

When I told June I wanted her to walk in public naked and dripping with cum she almost came again. Men yelled out as they drove by, calling her a slut or cheering her on. The degradation seemed to just turn her on ever more, and she never once complained, even when I shoved my fingers inside her sore cunt as she walked. Rubbing my knuckles into her snatch as she struggled to keep herself standing. By the time we found the place I was looking for, her thighs were stained with her own pussy juices, and she had cum at least twice. Still just as horny as I was, hungry for more.

We had arrived at a tattoo parlour. I hadn't been here before or even knew it existed. I had just picked a random direction, started walking and within a few minutes here we were. Exactly where I wanted to be.

A blue haired, heavily tattooed gothic college girl with tits bigger than my head was the only one inside. It seemed both her co-worker, and all her clients for the night had gotten sick, leaving her night completely free.

She seemed annoyed when I first walked in, which pissed me off a little, and then she got furious when she saw June. She called me sick names, said that all men were horrible perverts and then threatened to call the cops. For a moment I actually got scared, I was new to this back then, but June was ready for the opportunity to show off her love for me.

See, June's daddy was actually the sheriff for our shitty, podunk town. June told the blue haired bitch that if she didn't do whatever I said, then she would call the cops and have her thrown in jail.

That shut her up real quick, and she was suddenly a lot more agreeable. At least until I told her what I wanted. That set her off again, but this time June used the carrot instead of the stick. Promising a huge amount of cash for the job.

So while the goth girl started piercing June's nipples, I began pulling her pants down. Spreading apart her asscheeks to reveal her meaty cunt, with a cute silver clit piercing. I ate her out while she worked on June, making her almost fumble with the piercer as June cried out in pain. Switching things up to fucking her from behind when she swapped to the tattoo gun. The sound of me clapping her cheeks drowned out the drone of the machine as the tattooed slut tried to keep her hands steady. She begged me to let her finish first but I just fucked her harder, telling June to slap her if she spoke again.

She came as I unloaded inside her, my cum gushing into her fertile womb until she was filled to the brim. She collapsed onto the floor, half moaning, half sobbing about not being on birth control and about what 'her girlfriend' would think. Or something like that. I was done with her so I wasn't really paying attention, I was taking in the upgrades I'd made to my new girlfriend.

Her puffy pink nipples had steel barbells inside them now, with red hearts dangling underneath. The word "CUM" written on the left one, and "SLUT" on the right. With how filthy her body was now they looked perfect on her, matching well with her new tattoo. The words "Fuck my slutty Princess holes" written in cursive, with horrible handwriting that made the thing look ten times trashier than it already was.

I almost felt bad that it would be stuck on her for the rest of her long life, but she actually loved it. She scooped out some of my cum from the blue haired slut on the floor and slithered it over her new tattoo, saying that she was 'christening' it.

I fucked her for a few more hours after that. On every chair, on every surface, we even made the Goth slut take off her clothes and lie down so I could fuck June on top of her.

But eventually I was satisfied making a mess of the place and was ready to go. June had passed on on the ground on all fours, gaping pussy pointing upwards as cum bubbled inside her. Her face frozen in a perfectly slutty aheago pose.

I picked her up in my arms and was about to carry her out, but I had one more urge. I'd gone the whole night without taking a piss and really had to go. I stood over the cum stained broken remains of the bitch who had the audacity to yell at me, and felt relief wash over me. My bladder almost fully emptying over her naked body. I made sure to find her handbag and fill that up as well, hearing the static sparking of her phone frying as all her stuff drowned in my piss.

All in all it was one of the better first dates I've gone on. The tattoo girl never pressed charges or tried to get us in any trouble. I never saw her again, but June stalked her socials and gave me updates. She's a single mother now, working at the same club we visited before coming to see her.

Me and June kept seeing each other for a while after that. We got kinda close actually, she's the only person that I told about my power. She helped me better understand it, test its limits. It was frightening the things she came up with, the cruelty and perversion she had. She's half the reason I am the man I am today. The only woman I ever truly loved.

She still loves me of course, but things got... complicated between us. One day I'll make my way back to her, but my gut doesn't say the time is right yet, and I've learned to trust my gut on these things.

You might read this tale and think I'm a monster. That what I did to June, and to a woman I never even bothered to remember the name of, was cruel. Was horrific, or whatever word you want to use. You might think I should be on trial, or in jail for my crimes.

You'd be right.

But life, thankfully, isn't fair.