Annie Gets Dominated, and Tara Knows It
Tara just knew somehow when Annie brought home her new dildo. It was a Dominator brand, same as hers, and the second it entered the apartment Tara got a kind of funny feeling in her head even though she was in her bedroom and couldn't see her roommate's arrival. It was like something shot straight up from her pussy to her brain, an instant and unshakeable conviction that Annie had a toy just like the one pushed into her cunt and their casual friendship was destined to become something more, and Tara's hand sped up its thrusting motions as the very idea of it made her want to cum so bad around the fake cock she was fucking.
It didn't take long before she felt a similar certainty about what Annie was doing on the other side of their shared bedroom wall. She could picture the toy coming out of the package, see it gripped in Annie's hand as the blonde's eyes went heavy-lidded and vacant with lust the same way Tara's did when she bought her own Dominator. Tara had to admit, that expression looked kind of funny on her roommate's face--it was almost like the sex toy was taking over her mind somehow, numbing and silencing everything except for the pure, helpless need to jam something up her snatch as fast and as hard as possible--but she couldn't really think about that right now. She needed to go in and show Annie what a Dominator could do.
Tara didn't bother taking the toy out of her cunt as she slid off her bed and padded into the next room; she'd gotten used to doing things with a dildo in her pussy, to the point where she put her panties on over it most days and only took it out to use the bathroom. She walked into Annie's bedroom with her hand still thrusting, and it sent a wave of astonishing ecstasy through her whole body to see that the two of them were already moving in the same matching rhythm. Annie tried to say something to her, something like, "Tara--help--I, I can't stop," but Tara knew better than to listen and she lay down next to her friend in eager anticipation of that special, magical understanding between a woman and her toy.
And sure enough, it happened and it was beautiful. Annie whimpered, "No, I--n-no, please," and her hand slowed down just a tiny bit at some point on its relentless thrusts, but that was about as close as she came to taking the Dominator out of her pussy and soon her eyes were rolling back in her head in mindless ecstasy as the pleasure gripped her. Tara supposed it took a little longer and Annie fought a little harder because of Annie's presence--it probably made her think there was something a tiny bit strange about her uncontrollable urge to fuck herself with a hot pink dildo until her cunt was a sloppy, sated mess--but it didn't matter anymore because they were united in pleasure now and it was going to make all their masturbation sessions so much sexier. Annie's free hand reached out to rub right over Tara's clit, and she mewled in contented bliss.
Thankfully it was a Saturday when Annie brought her Dominator home, because they both would have missed work if they had to go, and both of them were practically ravenous by the time they at least managed to still their pumping hands and go find something to eat. Tara helped Annie put on a pair of panties over the toy to ensure it stayed inserted, Annie did the same for Tara, and together over dinner the two of them discussed which of their friends would benefit most from exposure to the Dominator's insidious influence.
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