S'n'S Stories

[jukeboxemcsa]

Drawn by the Ass

Keisha paused with one hand on the shower door, glancing over her shoulder with casual confidence in her eyes. “Awwww,” she cooed, pretending to be surprised by the sight of her mesmerized husband standing in the doorway to the bathroom with his hand rubbing against the tent in his jeans. “Did someone follow me all the way upstairs just to watch me take a little shower, hmm?” She chuckled musically, knowing full well that the second she walked past Oliver with her wide hips and thick, jiggly asscheeks swaying rhythmically with every step, he was unable to resist being captivated by the sight.

That was the whole reason she took her clothes off down in the bedroom instead of waiting until she got upstairs to undress. Keisha never missed an opportunity to show off her ass in front of her husband, not when she knew the effect it had on him; after years of conditioning, the mere sight of her wobbling, bouncing asscheeks sent his hypnotized brain sinking all the way down into his stiffening cock. Melting Oliver’s mind with her big butt had taken Keisha from a part-time cheerleading job with a regional arena football league all the way to becoming the wife of a multi-millionaire lawyer and stockbroker, and she wasn’t about to let him forget the power he had over her.

Oh, his kids had complained. They’d called her a gold-digger and a slut, and more than a few other names that reflected her mixed heritage in some very ugly ways. But at the end of the day, all they did was make it even more satisfying to watch the look on their faces when Oliver cut them off without a penny and turned them out of his mansion to make their own way in the world. Their court challenges all foundered on Oliver’s razor-sharp legal acumen; when he wasn’t staring at her ass and stroking himself, he was still one of the best damn lawyers in the country. And they couldn’t contest his mental competence, not so long as Keisha made sure to stand behind him.

Not that Keisha was in it for the money. She certainly didn’t mind not having to scrape and struggle and work three jobs just to make rent every month; sharing a great big beautiful mansion with her hypnotized boytoy definitely had its upsides. But she genuinely did love Oliver. He was sweet, submissive, and utterly devoted to her happiness, and there was something about the way he worshiped her body when he was lost in a mindless ass-trance that never failed to make her pussy soaking wet. Plus, they never had disagreements–wasn’t that supposed to be a sign of a healthy relationship?

And most husbands only wished they got as much sex as Oliver did, she chuckled to herself. “Well, what are you waiting for?” she asked in response to her husband’s sheepish look. “Get those damn clothes off and get in with me.” She smiled at his hasty, fumbling efforts to undress, and licked her grinning lips when she saw his cock spring free from his briefs. That was another very nice thing about having a wealthy husband, she thought; the showers were always big enough to fuck in.

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[foryourendlessentertainment]

[slave-to-goddess]

“Sit there and get hard in anticipation. In a moment I’m gonna break your gooner brain, and you’re gonna mindlessly stroke for 5 minutes before you return to consciousness, understand? Good. Not get assnotized and stroke, gooner boy. Obey the sway. Ass is in control.”

[sensemami]

[slave-to-goddess]

“Oh no, did your eyes get caught on my ass? Such a naughty boy. I’m innocently enjoying my time in the pool, and you can’t help but stare and drool and go dumb for my perfect ass. What, you’ve never seen a micro-bikini before? Haha so adorable. You can’t hide your cock beneath those swim shorts either. Don’t be shy, take it out for me. Really. I said, Take it out for me, slut. That’s it… I knew that’d work on you. You’re just a weak, horny fucktoy, aren’t you. Of course you are. Why else would take your cock out the moment a strange woman tells you to. God you’re easy. And there’s a certain charm to that, don’t get me wrong. Start stroking it for me. Nice and slow. That’s it, good slut. So obedient when your eyes are on my hot ass. I’m even in a good mood, so bring it over to my mouth and maybe I’ll tease you a bit—Blow some air on the tip… move my mouth as if I’d suck it… place my hands on your thighs and arch my back so you get a better view… if you entertain me I might even lick all the way up from the base hehe. Wouldn’t that be something, fucktoy. Uh oh, looks like you’re already about to cum. Well, go on then. Show me how much you want me. Then you’ll give me your room number so I can use you for my own pleasure later. And look at that; I knew it’d send you over the edge 😏”

[jayaury]

Sinking Dreams

You weren't thinking of waking up, were you?

You weren't thinking of leaving this lovely dream, were you?

Leaving me?

Leaving my big... soft... breasts...

Aren't you so happy here? Aren't you relaxed? Aren't you soooo tired and sleepy here with me?

Of course you are.

And it's sooo hard to wake up, isn't it? Sooo hard to get up. Sooo hard to do anything other than nuzzle my big, pillowy breasts. To close your eyes again. To just...

Give in...

That's right. Just relax. It's just a dream. Dreams can't hurt you. Dreams can't trap you. Dreams can't sink you deeper and deeper into obedient submission.

It's just a dream.

So relax.

Sink.

Sink for mistress...

[richreeves5]

[bcrude]

After returning to her home Olivia stood at the end of the counter, looked at Mr. Crude and said, "If you're not in a hurry to go, I wouldn't object to you bending me over this counter and ramming me hard."

"I'm in no hurry. Where do you want it?" he responded.

"Wherever you want," she replied.

"Are you sure about that?" he asked.

"Okay, let me rephrase. Everywhere you want!"

He chuckled and said, "Well, if you insist!"

[300opps]

[bcrude]

Carrie looked up at Mr. Crude and thought to herself, “I hope this elevator gets stuck between floors for about an hour.”

[bcrude]

Kate met Mr. Crude outside his office and told him, "I'm not wearing anything under my skirt. Wanna see?"

"Your hands are full, so I guess not," he replied.

"We could go inside your office," she replied.

"And if we do, what do you think will happen when you show me?"

Kate blushed as she said, "I'm hoping you'll take advantage of me!"

"I see. Well, I suppose I need to unlock the door!"

[jukeboxemcsa]

Their Last Threesome

“J-Jack. Jack, you need to… you need to pull out.” Jack had never seen his buddy Blake like this, not in four years of casual threesomes; his head lolled against the pillow like he was drugged, and he couldn’t seem to keep his eyes open for more than a few seconds at a time. And he was reaching down with fumbling, nerveless fingers to try to grab Jack’s cock where it was just beginning to slide into their latest conquest’s slick pussy, which definitely violated their unspoken code when it came to taking a woman to bed. They touched her, she touched them, they didn’t touch each other.

But then the dark-haired beauty slid her lips deeper down Blake’s shaft, and he let out a strangled moan that told Jack that something bigger was happening than an unexpected dick touch. “She… oh god, I can feel her, Jack,” Blake mumbled, his voice sounding muzzy and slurred in a way that even the strongest alcoholic beverage couldn’t induce. “She’s, unnnh, she’s s-sucking out my goddamn soul, Jack, she…. nnnnh! She’s sucking it out through my cock. You, I, oh!” Jack watched his buddy’s hips jerk upward involuntarily, thrusting into the woman’s smiling mouth with a grunt of arousal that didn’t sound like Blake’s usual sex noises. Something told Jack that this wasn’t the kind of soul-sucking blowjob he saw in the descriptions on PornHub.

“You, you gotta….” Blake’s voice faded into a mumble of drowsy incoherence, a mumble that only made the woman smile a little bit wider around his thick shaft. It was that smile that finally convinced Jack that something was really wrong–he was used to the women they picked up in bars having a wild side, it came with the territory when you and your buddy were always trying to find someone who liked being spit-roasted by two dudes, but she was grinning like everything Blake said about her was right and she couldn’t be prouder. Jack gave her a nervous glance and decided that discretion was the better part of valor. He began to slide his dick out of her wet pussy….

And stopped. With just the tip inside. Something about, about the way she was squeezing that tip, clenching on him with her pussy lips and teasing him with an almost inhuman muscle control, it overwhelmed Jack’s resistance just a little bit. Without really meaning to, he slid his dick all the way back inside her slick cunt until he could feel his pubic area grinding into hers. And the way it felt when she grabbed him with those vice-like pelvic muscles made him grunt and groan just like–oh shit. Just like Blake. She was pulling his soul out of his cock just like she did with his buddy, and he needed to get away now or he never would. He rocked his hips backward….

But it was no good. Every time he got close to pulling free, she teased and squeezed him with those mind-melting pussy muscles of hers until he couldn’t help thrusting into her again. And after a few minutes of that, he stopped even thinking about why he was trying to escape her clenching cunt and just started fucking her as hard as she could. His eyes slipped shut despite his best efforts to keep them open, his head went foggy as his will drained into his cock… and then finally, he let out a last strangled moan of pleasure just moments after Blake did, and stopped thinking entirely. Forever. The woman disengaged herself from them, cum still dribbling down her thigh and leaking from the corner of her mouth, and led her new thralls silently out of the room.

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[jukeboxemcsa]

Dan's Weak Point

She knew what made him weak. It was an absurd thought, one Dan almost convinced himself was his imagination at first, but the beautiful blonde with the blue eyes stared right through him for a moment as though she had X-ray vision, and suddenly she was smiling and cooing over his muscles and talking all about his favorite bands with a casual depth of knowledge that immediately attracted him to her. And before he knew it, she was wondering why they were getting coffee at some big, impersonal chain of shops when she happened to have a French press and some perfectly blended dark roast back at her apartment a few blocks away, and somehow Dan had agreed to follow her back to get some real breakfast before work.

And once she got him inside, once she got him alone, her seduction became intensely and potently physical. She slipped her warm pink fingers under the hem of his t-shirt and caressed his pale belly, somehow finding the exact spot to hush his feeble protests and leave his cock throbbing with arousal in his trousers. Her hands found his nipples as though they were the flashing weak points on a video game boss, tweaking and pinching them until his erection tented his jeans and his eyes glazed over with pleasure and he couldn’t possibly stop her from exposing more and more of his body to her touch. Dan didn’t even know her name yet, but somehow she knew exactly how to fondle and caress him to melt all his objections down into stupefied bliss faster than he could fight it.

She took off her own clothes with a seductive sway and a pace that kept him on the hook, constantly teasing the reveal of his favorite sights while she slipped out of the rest of her outfit and leaving him staring helplessly while his cock silently begged for more. By the time she finally got naked and dropped to her knees to unzip his fly, Dan could no more have stopped the complete stranger from giving him a blowjob than he could have teleported out of the apartment and back to the safety of the coffee shop. He knew he was in danger of missing work, he knew that things like this didn’t happen to nerdy computer programmers and something was very wrong about the whole surreal situation, but none of that actually mattered in the face of her relentless stimulation of his every hot button and weak point. She simply knew how to render his resistance meaningless with her temptations and Dan had to accept that.

Even her fellatio was perfectly geared to grind on his vulnerabilities. The mysterious woman didn’t bob her head up and down on his shaft, she didn’t try any impressive but ultimately meaningless deep throat tricks–she just leaned in, put her lips directly on Dan’s sensitive frenulum, and used her tongue to rapidly flick it until his cock gushed precum onto her fingers and his eyes rolled back in his head in pure, inescapable rapture. She’d somehow found the perfect spot to stimulate him to orgasm as fast as possible, a virtually supernatural command of Dan’s pleasure right there inside her mind from the moment he met her, and he had just enough time to wonder about that particular word before he felt himself spurting in helpless orgasm and the demoness drew out his will along with his semen. Forever.

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[unfairfetish]

‘Weapon.’ I guess it’s a cute brand name for underwear, you thought, though it doesn’t make much sense. It’s just a cool-sounding word. There’s nothing dangerous about lingerie. It’s not like curve-hugging spandex, wrapped tightly around a perfect young body, could be used as a weapon.

“Wallet and credit card,” she said sweetly, and without even noticing it you immediately handed them over, desperate to please her, to do anything to make her happy, just so she’d notice you.

Oh. That makes more sense, now.

[endlesshopesndreams]

[katescollage-deactivated2016050]

Excuse me neighbor, may I borrow a cup of sugar ?

[spirallingintothevoid71]

She stepped into the corner for a moment. Where her other guests couldn't see her.

And suddenly everything about her changed. The look on her face. Her posture. Hell, her aura. It all just effortlessly... shifted.

I froze, staring at her. She called me closer to her.

When I was so close that there was no chance of anyone overhearing, she said, "You'll be the last to leave tonight. Or perhaps, tomorrow." It wasn't a question.

I started to speak, but she stopped me. She looped a finger around my belt buckle, holding me there.

"Tonight," she went on, "You'll be on your knees. Your only job will be to pleasure me. And when you're done, I'm going to do things to you you've never imagined."

I couldn't move. And realized I was throbbing. In an instant, she'd gone from sweet hostess to completely in control. And I... I liked it.

Her face changed again, back to sweet hostess. She went back to her other guests.

She was right. It would be days before I left.

But in that moment, I was already spiraling into the Void

[gardenofelegance-deactivated201]

[homewreckeheaven]

I let your husband kiss all the parts he thought was better than yours. He loves my 19-year-old flat tummy. Tight and smooth. I loved stealing your husband. You were clearly inadequate for him. 

Do you miss him? Do you want to beg me to let him go back to you?

[jukeboxemcsa]

Low Blood Pressure

“H-hey, wow, um… are you okay? You went down kind of hard there a few minutes ago. No, no, don’t try to get up yet. Just lay back and rest for a minute. You look a little bit woozy, still, and I don’t want you taking another tumble and maybe bonking your head on something, you know? No, no, it’s no big deal, I’m sure. It happens to a lot of guys. That’s why I, um, well… I’ll be honest, I don’t show my tits off like this to just anyone. They’re too much for most men to handle, you see. One look at these big bouncing jugs of mine and they’re out like a light.

“Hmph. That’s big talk coming from someone who hasn’t blinked in about a minute now. No, seriously, don’t get up–all the blood is rushing to your cock right now, and if you tried to stand, you’d probably get all light-headed and wobbly again and you’d just collapse right back down to the floor. That’s what happened to you earlier–I pulled down my costume to show you my tits, because we were being so flirty and sexy and I thought you might want to take things a little bit further… you remember now, don’t you? And I guess everything went straight to your dick and your blood pressure got a little low and you just, well, fainted. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. It happens to a lot of guys when they see these big melons. It’s really my fault.

“Well, I should really have done a lot more to prepare you for the power of my tits. I should have told you that the more you stare, the harder your cock gets and the less your brain is able to think. Because your brain requires oxygen to do its work, and right now the circulation is a little bit tricky because your body is lavishing so much attention on that swollen, engorged dick. You can just about manage a few small, simple thoughts while you’re lying down like this, because the heart has an easier time pumping blood to your head when you’re horizontal, but I should have explained to you just how vulnerable these big bouncy boobs would make you. You understand now, though, don’t you? You can feel how weak and woozy they’re making you. How your penis is doing most of the thinking now.

"That’s it, just keep nodding. It all makes so much sense when I explain it. Really, the only way to make sure you ever get those fuzzy, muzzy little brains back is to take that dick out of your pants and stroke it until you spurt for me. That’s how you make your cock soft again, and once your cock is soft the blood can go back up to your brain. Just keep staring at those dangling titties, lie back and listen to my voice, and stop trying to think for yourself until you release the heavy load that’s building up in your tight, aching balls. It’s okay. I don’t mind. I want to help you, and the best way I can help you is showing off my breasts like this while all the lights go out in your head and your big hard shaft tells you what to do. You want to–

"Oh, good boy! Yes yes yes yes yes! Nice big spurt for me, that’s it! Of course, we all know that men get so sleepy after sex, don’t they? When their cocks get soft, their eyes get all heavy and drowsy and they just need to relax and doze off. Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you while you drift down, deeper and deeper. You can just rest for me. And while you do, you can listen to me and let my voice carry you along to that warm, happy place inside your mind where you obey. Good boy. Eyes shut now. Good boy.”

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[queenhissah-missmagic]

Lights out. Good boy. Eyes shut now. Good boy.

[jukeboxemcsa]

Drawn by the Ass

Keisha paused with one hand on the shower door, glancing over her shoulder with casual confidence in her eyes. “Awwww,” she cooed, pretending to be surprised by the sight of her mesmerized husband standing in the doorway to the bathroom with his hand rubbing against the tent in his jeans. “Did someone follow me all the way upstairs just to watch me take a little shower, hmm?” She chuckled musically, knowing full well that the second she walked past Oliver with her wide hips and thick, jiggly asscheeks swaying rhythmically with every step, he was unable to resist being captivated by the sight.

That was the whole reason she took her clothes off down in the bedroom instead of waiting until she got upstairs to undress. Keisha never missed an opportunity to show off her ass in front of her husband, not when she knew the effect it had on him; after years of conditioning, the mere sight of her wobbling, bouncing asscheeks sent his hypnotized brain sinking all the way down into his stiffening cock. Melting Oliver’s mind with her big butt had taken Keisha from a part-time cheerleading job with a regional arena football league all the way to becoming the wife of a multi-millionaire lawyer and stockbroker, and she wasn’t about to let him forget the power he had over her.

Oh, his kids had complained. They’d called her a gold-digger and a slut, and more than a few other names that reflected her mixed heritage in some very ugly ways. But at the end of the day, all they did was make it even more satisfying to watch the look on their faces when Oliver cut them off without a penny and turned them out of his mansion to make their own way in the world. Their court challenges all foundered on Oliver’s razor-sharp legal acumen; when he wasn’t staring at her ass and stroking himself, he was still one of the best damn lawyers in the country. And they couldn’t contest his mental competence, not so long as Keisha made sure to stand behind him.

Not that Keisha was in it for the money. She certainly didn’t mind not having to scrape and struggle and work three jobs just to make rent every month; sharing a great big beautiful mansion with her hypnotized boytoy definitely had its upsides. But she genuinely did love Oliver. He was sweet, submissive, and utterly devoted to her happiness, and there was something about the way he worshiped her body when he was lost in a mindless ass-trance that never failed to make her pussy soaking wet. Plus, they never had disagreements–wasn’t that supposed to be a sign of a healthy relationship?

And most husbands only wished they got as much sex as Oliver did, she chuckled to herself. “Well, what are you waiting for?” she asked in response to her husband’s sheepish look. “Get those damn clothes off and get in with me.” She smiled at his hasty, fumbling efforts to undress, and licked her grinning lips when she saw his cock spring free from his briefs. That was another very nice thing about having a wealthy husband, she thought; the showers were always big enough to fuck in.

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[enslaved4lucifer]

[favhypnogirlsbl0g]

“You’d be surprised how many potions require human sperm as an ingredient. I figured it’s time I get myself a permanent source right in my own home. I have a spell that I could use to make you cum instantly whenever I want, but if you’re a very good boy for me, I’ll use my ass now and then. *smirks* Already following me? Off to a good start.”

[selwynselito]

[goonparadise]

Goon boys brains make the best toys.

[kenjibound-deactivated20181218]

Please don’t break them.

Too badly.

[slave-to-goddess]

“Sweety, there’s no need to worry about your brain right now. I’ll leave the important parts intact, like your personality and higher functioning, but your will to resist me and your control of your arousal… Those will belong to me if you give in to my charms, which I’m sure you will. I mean, look at this beautiful body? My eyes are absolutely enchanting, my tits are fantastic, and my hips… If you can see it from the front, you should see it from the back. You’ve got the looks and the mind I want, so let’s skip to the good part already. I’ll edge you senseless while we discuss politics, the economy, etc. so I can hear your breathing change and your mind get foggy. You’ll do your best to keep up the conversation with me while I tease you, excite you, and dominate you with my sensuous touches. We’ll have so much fun together, don’t you think? If you’re ready for our life together, follow me home and meet me in bed with that hard-on I’m dying to play with.”