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some1 should buy me weed n ill absolutely whore myself out 2 them for it while im out of my mind on edibles
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Accepting Help
She fumbled with her keys, trying to balance purse, backpack, and binder. She was exhausted. It was Friday but her mind was stuffed with worry. Too much to do. Her apartment was a mess. She was a mess. Organizing. Laundry, Grocery shopping. Work stuff. There wasnât time. Sheâd been ignoring her friends even though they wanted to help. She didnât want them to see her like this. She just⌠She didnât know what she needed. And now she couldnât get her damn stupid fucking keys in the lock!
With agonizing slowness, she unlocked the door and entered her apartment. Sandy, the true ruler of her apartment wasnât in her usual perch. Instead the feline sat on her kitchen counter watching a man calmly washing her dishes. He was smiling of course. Sheâd given him the key. To her apartment and so much more. He was cleaning her moldy piled up dishes and grinning at her.
Instead of smiling back she felt the other part of her she couldnât control PUSH. Push away. She groaned almost like a lament, âNo! No you donât have to do that!â She dropped her stuff slightly panicked. He calmly continued, finishing the last of the plates and drying his hands. No rush or hurry.
She was a ball of nerves as he approached her. Tension. Near tears and she had no idea why. Her body trembled a bit feeling his presence as stepped closer. His smell, always so good, mixed with a little dish soap.
âHi there, little one.â
Fuck. He was using those names right off. She couldnât right now. Everything was just so⌠She was so⌠Busy. Frustrated. Fucked up. âI donât know if I can do this right now,â she said with a voice half trembling in anticipation and half bemoaning and wailing.
Her friend, her lover, her master, her something, slowly raised his hand and brushed a bit of hair away from her eyes. She partly melted. She raged in fury. His finger touched her between the eyes. Oh no! No no no!!!
âW-wait!â she said in a panic. He hesitated. His soft eyes bored into her but he did stop. She didnât know exactly what⌠âI⌠I just⌠I canât this weekend. Iâve got too much to-â
âNo, little one. This is happening. You need it and youâre going to let me take care of you. But if you really canât you know what to say. You ALWAYS have the choice.â
His finger was still touching her right at her switch. It hadnât moved. She was in control. Her safe word bubbled to her lips. She could stop it. Explain. Make him leave so she didnât make him waste his weekend on her. Ugh. Why did she think it like that? She wanted it. Or did she? She⌠She hated being a mess. Hated it.
A small rub on the bridge of her nose, almost imperceptible. Warmth threatened to bloom in her chest, just as a fuzziness threated to explode in her mind. His eyes still looked at her with the question. She couldnât say anything either way, but she made her decision. All she managed was the barest of nods.
His expression was beautiful. She felt his finger start to trace down her nose slowly and everything clicked in her. That fuzziness boomed in her brain and instantly started dimming everything, just like a light dial. Equally the warmth spread in her, turning her body into helpless goo. She started to sway, and he caught her. The angry girl in her melted and her pussy thrummed. She finally felt blissfully sleepy and unconfused for the first time in weeks as her mouth fell open.
âw-w-waitâŚâ she slurred, mind almost gone. He paused his finger just past her lips.
âYes?â
ââŚI⌠w-wanna rememberâŚâ
âOf course, little one,â he said gently, âanything else?â
âw-work⌠meetingâŚâ
âWhen, little one?â he asked calmly.
âs-saturday⌠t-two⌠thirtyâŚâ
âGood little girl,â and then his finger kept moving, âno need to think anymore.â She was senseless before his finger reached her chest, but her body kept responding. By the time it came to rest on her jeans over her pussy she was drooling, her eyes glazed, and her mind utterly obliterated. She didnât really exist right now. Her trigger had hollowed her out completely.
In retrospect this would be the only part she had trouble remembering while her voided mind was crawling back into that familiar, wonderful, good girl and doll-like blank docility. She had no ideas what happened in that time. Didnât hear any of the instructions about reflection and self worth. Everything that followed though... she later had perfect recall, even though it all happened in dream-like procession.
She was in a hot bubble bath, diligently washing and soaking like she was told. He did her dishes and cleaned her kitchen.
Afterwards he used her mouth a bit but didnât finish.
She was naked on the couch snuggled with her blankie with soft LoFi playing and edging her tight, sloppy wet, cunt. He cleaned her apartment, dusted, vacuumed. Sandy watched everything and then ran from the noise.
Then he bent her over the arm of the couch and used her roughly. She screamed and came as she was told; and then he filled her mouth with his cum. She swallowed and obediently came again as it went down.
She was in bed floating and drifting. He fixed her computer.
It was bedtime so he ate her pussy until her body spasmed and kicked and then just kept going until she broke. She drifted off into a deep slumber as he spooned her, buried deep within her.
The next day she was kept blissfully unthinking. Mostly.
He did her laundry, assembled her new cabinet, and organized her closet.
She did her exercises, worshipped his cock, and took him in her ass.
Somewhere deep inside she reflected that it was good to accept help... maybe... from time to time. Then she orgasmed too hard and blacked out for a bit.
He turned her brain on for her meeting. She did the motions. She was a model employee, even made a great call out. No one saw the sneaky hand job offscreen on Zoom. He turned her mind off before she got him too excited.
He got groceries, did some finishing touches, and cooked dinner.
She edged more, napped, and took another bath.
He used her most of the evening and filled her throat and her pussy.
She remembered it was okay to ask for help when she wasnât loving herself enough. Then the feeling of him leaking out of her dropped her into a helpless stupor.
It wasnât until late Sunday morning that her mind started returning slowly. She had been crouching inside herself working on things. Talking to herself. While she had been blank, she had time inside. Slowly burning candles. Slowly turning gears.
He hadnât used her today. They were both pleasantly exhausted. But she was still horny for him. That never really went away even when she was sated. Sheâd spent the morning curled up on his lap while he watched Netflix. Between two lazy blinks she was suddenly her thinking self again. She lazily looked up and saw him gazing down at her kindly.
âYou⌠you didnât have-â
âAh,â he cautioned putting a finger to her lips.
She stilled and snuggled. Right. Honesty. No lying... even to herself.
âThank you, love. I⌠I needed this.â
He smiled and her heart melted without any trigger.
âYou do so much for meâŚâ she mumbled.
âThank you for accepting help, sweetie,â he said in return. And she melted even more. She wanted to almost weep in comfortable happiness but instead she just nuzzled. He stroked her hair. Sandy curled up against them. And even though the weekend was almost over, she was finally settled.
by HotVR