So hot! To be interrupted in the middle of my daily chores, roughly groped, bent over and hungrily and quickly taken: He empties His balls, is satisfied, maybe pats my head or ass and says "good girl" and goes about His business and leaves me panting there, leaking, unrelieved, wanting more, what marital bliss!!!😍😍😍
Zack was pretty sure Josie didn't even realize she was whining, but he sure did. He could hear her soft, keening whimper even before he walked into the room, telling him everything he needed to know about the young woman's mental state and the progress he was making in brainwashing her into his second live-in fucktoy, and the sight of her mostly naked body on the couch was mere confirmation of her steady descent into degradation. She was openly fucking herself with one of Marta's dildos, and the expression on her face when she saw him wasn't shock or mortification but a petulant desire to get the release she so badly craved.
He didn't give it to her. Instead, Zack plopped himself down on the couch next to Josie, running his fingers through her Manic Panic red hair before finally letting them come to rest on her bare breast and murmuring, "And how are we doing this fine Saturday morning?" It was actually Tuesday by this point, but Josie didn't know the difference anymore--every screen in the apartment played nothing but a soft hypnotic spiral that tugged her vacant brain into compliance, and Marta kept unplugging her phone whenever she got distracted so it had long ago run its battery down to nothing. The closest she came to understanding time was the vague, confused notion that she would leave once she finally got her rocks off, and she was already too dumb to understand just how impossible that was with the hypnotic blocks preventing her from cumming.
She understood on a subconscious level, though, which was why she was paying Zack such close attention; she hadn't quite collapsed into a submissive need to please him yet, although he could tell that she was so close she could almost taste it, but she knew deep down that she needed his permission to cum. When she muttered, "Horny," a tiny trace of a pout shading her voice, Zack could tell she was only barely holding back a whimpered plea to give her the orgasm that was by now her sole and desperate desire. It might have been pride, or it might have been some kind of fuzzy awareness that begging would mark the point of no return for her conditioning, but none of that mattered to Zack. Josie's resistance was water circling a drain now, and it was always inevitable where it would wind up.
She kept pumping the toy in and out of her slick, hungry cunt while Zack watched, modesty and shame fully eroded by four straight days of hypnosis and edging, and Zack gave her a warm, condescending smile as he purred, "Well, of course you are, sweetie. Good girls are always horny." He could actually see Josie's lips twitching as she began to instinctively form the words, and he knew then that he was right about her doomed efforts at resistance--she understood what he was doing to her, she realized she was too far gone to do anything as drastic as getting her clothes on and leaving the apartment, but she was holding on to her last tatters of willpower in a faint and futile hope that something might change if she did. Which was downright adorable, and made Zack's prick incredibly hard.
Marta noticed, of course, because she always noticed when his dick needed some attention, and she darted over to the couch to kneel between his legs and nuzzle his erection through his briefs. Seeing the look of absolute longing on Josie's face made him even harder, and Zack's thoughts drifted to a fantasy of finding a woman who tried even harder to resist next time as a pair of warm, wet lips engulfed his straining cock.
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The urge to hold down her hips and fuck her through her orgasm, listening to her pretty cries as I turn her into my mindless little slut with my strap.
"Okay, I'm ready!" comes his voice from down the hallway. Once he rounds the corner, he pauses when he sees me. A nervous but playful smile lights up my face after a moment, trying to act natural.
"You're not in your normal spot," he smirks, crossing his arms.
"I just wanted to sit here today," comes my soft reply, glancing away from his intense gaze.
"Hmmm," it's a small sigh as I feel his arms link around my waist, lifting me up.
"Wha-" but my question is quickly cut off by him sitting down and pulling me into his lap. Embarrassment burns across my cheeks, turning them a bright red under his mirthful gaze. Trying to save face, I attempt to slide from his lap but am quickly pulled back. "Take a seat," he murmurs right against my ear, his hot breath deepening the crimson in my cheeks, "The show is about to start."
"Daddy..." comes my breathless whine as I try once more to slide off his lap, but his hands on my hips are like shackles as they hold me to him. My whole body trembles at the slight stimulation from my attempted escape. He moves me, relaxing me back against his chest once more before turning my chin to focus back on the TV screen.
Episode.... 5? At this rate I couldn't focus on what was happening on the screen, images flashing by in a blur as my core clenches tightly to spite me when I feel his cock throb inside me. "Daddy..." comes my whining again which he shushes gently, rolling his hips with a quick thrust that has my thoughts fade with the stars dancing across my vision.
"You gotta pay attention," he murmurs against my ear, sending a shiver down my spine before he moves, kissing along my lashes when I clench my eyes closed in pleasure.
"Can't... s'much.." incoherent words fall from my lip in a jumbled mess as I try to shift on his lap, squirming in a desperate attempt to not feel him. It only pushes him further, deeper into my tight walls which leaves me panting against his chest in frustration.
I feel all of him so acutely but not enough. For the past five hours, my brain has been turning to mush as I cockwarm him. Every attempt to escape, every attempt to find release has been met with failure as he keeps me dangling over the edge. All that's left is my weak attempts to find comfort, solace, a moment of relief.
"Let... me..." limp limbs move again, attempting to escape, but his grip on me tightens and once more I am trapped. This time when he grabs my chin, his grip is so tight I wince under his scrutiny. He drags my face to his, assessing the glossy look in my eye as my vision blurs and dances.
"Look how needy you've gotten," he whispers, his hand on my chin moving to trace my lips. Absentmindedly, my tongue lolls out and tastes his fingers. He growls in appreciation as his fingers slide across my tongue. His growl encourages me as my tongue wraps around the digits, sucking on them wantonly as drool runs down my chin with my efforts.
After a moment, he pries his fingers from my lips and another sound of approval leaves his throat at the sight of the string of drool connecting his fingers to my tongue. His hand slides down, tracing the curvature of my neck as he muses softly, "What do you think, princess? Think we should make this your regular spot? Sitting pretty on my cock like a good girl?"
His hand tightens around my throat as he rolls his hips, once, twice, until he starts a steady pace that stops any words from leaving me. My argument dies in my throat, mingling with the moans and begging that take its place. "No... no..." it's almost a prayer as his cock finally moves in my hypersensitive pussy, the pleasure almost painful with the intensity of each thrust.
The hand on my throat encourages me, his hand on my hip guiding the insane pace as I find myself unraveling. My hands latch onto his forearm, holding him to me as well as clinging to him for leverage. As my nails bite into his skin, he releases a primal groan before shifting us both suddenly.
The new angle pushes me into the plush of the couch, my legs easily folded against my shoulder while he pins me by my throat. Every thrust is reckless, violent lust that slices through me with white-hot pleasure. As we devolve into a desperate pace, his mouth seeks mine out and fastens to me in a messy, hot kiss that only fuels the flames.
"Shit," he murmurs in between kisses as he pumps into me animalistically. I find my whole body tense and spasm with my release, messy slick coating us both as he fucks me through it, intent on using me. His brutal thrusts keep me spiraling as my pussy tightens, I lift my hips in a needy attempt to feel him deeper.
His eyes widen in surprise before kissing me so deeply I forget to breathe as I feel his cock throb, pumping rope after rope of hot cum deep inside my pussy. Keeping me effectively pinned, he places gentle kisses along my jaw as he makes his way to my ear, nibbling before he whispers, "I think we have a couple more episodes, wanna try again?"
Pup who sits by my side while I work just so I can stick my fingers in his mouth and let him suck on them until he nurses himself to sleep with his pretty head against my leg.
Puppy who is so attached at the hip to his daddy that he never wants to do anything on his own. Daddy has important computer work? No problem, puppy sits pretty by daddy's chair, starting to whine for attention at some point, in response daddy just beckons puppy to move between their legs. Putting the whiny pup's mouth to good use :3
puppy being collared n leashed by his owner, then fucked over the bathroom sink with the leash pulled taut around owners hand, puppy being forced to look at himself n his owner in the mirror while he gets absolutely wrecked :3 bonus points if puppy's neck is all red n chafed from the collar after but still refusing to take it off because he loves feeling owned<3
i really need to watch my girl humping a pillow desperately while she’s whimpering my name. thrusts starting out slow and shy before they become frantic, so needy and pathetic, leaking all over the pillow and whining because it’s not me.
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