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She really did appreciate the way her husband always did his best to endure the pleasures she offered him. She found those quiet little sounds that escaped him and those anguished grimaces on his face when he tried so hard to hold back to maximize her pleasure to be adorable, cute and sexy.

Still, there were times when the devil whispering in her ear provoked her in to reminding him that his ability to withstand the pleasures of her sweet, soft pussy were solely dependent upon her desire for him to do so.

In other words, sometimes the mood struck her to give him a little reminder that if she wanted to make him cum that there was no amount of focus... no amount of willpower... no amount of reciting baseball statistics in his head that would allow him to withstand the irresistible pleasures her pussy could inflict upon him.

Today was one of those days.

She approached him with hips swaying, then reached beneath her dress to peel down her warm, moist panties. After allowing them to dangle teasingly from her fingertips for a moment she tossed them aside then knelt between his legs, wasting little time freeing his cock.

Within moments her soft hands and teasing tongue had coaxed him in to just the condition she wanted. Moving up to join him, she straddled his lap and in one slow, graceful motion took him deep inside, her pussy claiming his cock as its captive prisoner.

The moment her body went in to action her husband gasped softly, his muscles tensing and a look of concern washing over his face. She smirked inwardly, well aware of what was causing his plight. Rather than allowing him a moment to become acclimated to the velvety soft tightness of her pussy she was instead immediately unleashing the power of her female sexuality upon him.

Her hips were already moving up and down... erotically undulating forward and back... sinuously moving in that way that allowed her pussy to mercilessly pleasure his cock.

And at the same time her exquisitely honed muscles were already squeezing and releasing... clenching and rippling... the hot, soft wetness of her pussy like a vise of silk clamping around him, intent on milking him of his male essence.

She smiled inwardly at the obvious sense of panic and helplessness in his voice when within moments he was already groaning, "Baby.... my god...."

Never breaking her erotic movements she took his face between her hands. Her voice was soft, gentle, and reassuring as she murmured, "Shhh, I know baby... it's ok. Don't try to fight it, you can't.... just give in... enjoy it... that's what I want."

With her hips rolling seductively and the muscles of her pussy relentlessly working over his cock he had no prayer. She emitted a soft purr of triumph when his head fell forward in defeat, the perfumed softness of her cleavage only adding to her sensual entrapment of this now helplessly aroused man.

She could feel his sense of embarrassment and helplessness at his inability to resist her, making her drip with arousal and the rush of sexual power that she could wield over this man. And as his body surrendered to hers, she cooed softly in his ear, urging him on.

"That's it baby.... just like that.... cum... cum for me... I want you to feel how my pussy can milk every... last... drop from you."

Moments later with his spent body still trembling beneath hers he tried to apologize. "Baby, I'm so sorry. I tried to hold back but...."

Quickly though she interrupted him, smiling as her fingers stroked through his hair. "Shhh, hush... I know. Sweetheart, I love the way you always try to hold back for me, really I do. But still, I don't want you to forget, if I want you to cum... you're going to cum... and there is absolutely nothing you can do to stop it."

"Oh god....," he moaned softly.

In a soft voice she purred, "You understand that, don't you?"

Still panting, he replied, "Oh yes. I understand perfectly."

With a wicked grin slowly forming on her face she teased, "Good. Because I know you might be thinking that I've finished having my way with you, but trust me honey, I haven't."

She smiled at his gasp when she allowed the muscles of her pussy to once again resume clutching and tugging at his cock that was still imprisoned within her. And at the sound of his moan of pleasure being muffled in to her cleavage she laughed softly, purring, "You are sooo mine, baby."

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The Boob Window Claims Another Victim

“Let me guess.” The blonde’s cherry red lips made every syllable into a work of art, but Dan couldn’t really focus on her face. Not when the oval window cut into her top gave him a perfect view of his own cock as it disappeared and reappeared again and again between her massive pale tits. He could barely even hear her words as she continued on, saying, “You’re still telling yourself that you’re going to resist me, aren’t you? Oh, not right now. Not when it feels this good to lay back and relax and let me tittyfuck your brains away. But soon. Am I right, sweetie pie?”

His lips parted to offer an answer, a snappy retort that would finally manage to humble the pretty woman with the big glasses that somehow made her look intellectual even while she had her tits wrapped around his dick. But the constant warmth of her cleavage, lubed up with his precum, made his cock surge with pleasure and his mind empty out and all Dan managed was a grunt of affirmation. He didn’t even remember to close his mouth when he was done. “That’s what I thought,” she chuckled, as he felt drool begin to slowly trickle down his chin. “It’s always about to happen.”

Her body’s motions became even steadier, almost metronomic in their regularity, but Dan wasn’t thinking about that consciously. All he could think of was the tiny edge of one pert pink nipple that had slipped partway into the cut-out window, tantalizing him with the promise of seeing the seductive blonde’s tits in their entirety. It distracted him as she said, “Your resistance is always just a few seconds into the future, my sweet boy. It’s never here, never now. And it’s going further and further away with every stroke of my tits on your aching shaft.” Dan nodded. He didn’t really think about what he was agreeing with, but everything felt so good right now that he couldn’t deny anything the pretty blonde said.

“You’re going to resist in a moment.” She rose and fell, her cleavage tightly wrapped around his throbbing shaft. “A minute.” Her movements sped up a little, stimulating his already deeply aroused body closer and closer to the climax his cock craved. “An hour.” Dan’s breathing became a hoarse panting sound in his ears, an irregular gasp of lust and desire as he suddenly found himself struggling to keep the pleasure from overwhelming him. “A day.” His brain had been reduced to only one thought, that if he came the pleasure would end. And he couldn’t imagine wanting this to end. “The twelfth of never.” He nodded again, eyes glassy, her tits now just a blur in front of his face. He still saw them, though, even when his eyelids fluttered shut.

“That moment of resistance keeps receding, keeps getting dimmer and more distant, until you forget what it even looks like anymore.” Dan’s eyes were tightly shut now, and his balls churned with the desire to release their heavy load. He tried so hard to hold back… but when the blonde said, “And when it’s gone completely, when it’s not even a speck on the horizon, you won’t be able to stop yourself from cumming for me. Will you, good boy?” That was when he heard himself groan in desperate arousal, the whole world narrowing down to a starburst of pleasure right at the tip of his dick, and he knew he was gushing jizz all over his Mistress’s perfect, inescapable tits.

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Meditations on Cock

Ryan stared at his cock, his thoughts taking on a meditative complacency as he watched it slowly and gradually twitch its way to life between his thighs. He leaned back against the couch, tuning out the feel of the soft carpet beneath his legs and the gentle breeze coming from the air conditioner to focus entirely on the swells of pleasure coming from his stiffening shaft. Mistress had taught him how to put his mind into his penis. She’d shown him how good, how very good it could feel to let it drain out of his head and down into the head of his cock. And Ryan wanted to be a good boy for her.

His erection grew more and more potent, flushing from a delicate pink to a coral hue with hints of purple showing on the mushroomed head of his penis, and Ryan let his mind flow further and further into the deepening pleasure that trapped his thoughts more completely with every twitch and pulse of his hard cock. He didn’t even realize he’d stopped blinking–the sight of his own throbbing shaft captivated him so deeply and thoroughly that nothing else seemed to matter anymore. Mistress could walk in through that door right now, naked as the day she was born and dripping with scented oils, and Ryan wouldn’t so much as glance at her. He was too deep for that. It was what she loved about him.

She wanted a good boy who could concentrate and focus. Ryan remembered that from the very first time they met, although the thought drifted amiably through his mind and down into the head of his pulsing erection as the pleasure consumed more and more of his mind. Back then, it was her beautiful brown eyes he put his thoughts into, gazing deeply into her captivating stare until everything else went away and he opened himself up completely to her power. But as she took control of him, she found better and better things to use to train his brain into meditative ecstasy, until finally the sight of his cock became his own personal mantra. The more he watched, the better he felt. The better he felt, the deeper he sank. And the deeper he sank, the more he wanted to watch for Mistress.

A tiny grunt of arousal escaped his lips as the next surge of pleasure made him twitch and throb all the harder. Ryan’s other muscles gradually went limp and lazy, his head slumping forward on his shoulders as he focused ever more intently on his pleasantly aching shaft. He could picture all his other thoughts draining down between his thighs, emptying out his head of everything but the euphoric rapture of Mistress inside him, and he knew that when he came he’d release all those other useless and silly notions that got in the way of being a good boy. Every orgasm made him better, purer, more and more ready to belong to her forever. And always, down at the very bottom of the debris in his mind, he rediscovered the realization that he was being hypnotized and brainwashed into obedience.

And as soon as he thought it, it went down into his churning balls and joined the rest of the foolish notions that Ryan’s cock spurted away in gush after gush of pearly fluid. He didn’t even need to touch himself anymore, not when Mistress’s control aroused him so absolutely; he only needed to stare and sink until he was forced to cum by her hypnotic power. And then, eyes open but staring sightlessly at his softening penis, he waited for Mistress to tell him what to do next.

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“You said you wanted to see my body in action, right? Well here you go, but be careful what you wish for. If you call me Mistress, you will cum and become forever enslaved to me, but a tough guy like you doesn’t have to worry about that. By now you’re probably realizing how truly hypnotic my breasts are. It feels like your eyes are glued to these magnificent beauties. Your mind is slowly losing focus of everything but my tits, and your jaw is falling slack as you stare obediently. It’s becoming harder to think as your clock gets harder. My breasts have hijacked your arousal and are increasing it with no sign of stopping. Feel my mezmerizing tits dropping you deeper into my titnosis trance while you begin to accept your place in sub space.

It feels so good to go deeper into my power. Now that you’re ready to accept my authority, every word I saw will become your truth. Your cock is responding dutifully to being dominated and is pulsing in pleasure as you continue to stare. It just feels so good to be controlled by your busty goddess. Your hand is sliding it’s way down to your obedient cock which is eager to be worked for its owner. Your hand firmly grips the base of your shaft and begins slowly gliding up and down... up and down... Good boy. Your body is listening to my suggestions without hesitation. With each passing second you stare, you slip deeper under my influence. This heightens your need to please and your sensations of pleasure.

Stare and stroke... Stare and stroke.... The pleasure of obeying is making your cock twitch for me. Feel how sensitive its head is becoming as your hand glides up and down at my command. You begin to pick up the pace as you fall deeper into titnotized slavery. Your cock is desperate for the stimulation I’m giving it. Your hand keeps moving faster, chasing the bliss that cock craves so much. As your hand moves faster, you fall deeper. You couldn’t stop now even if you wanted to. You’re being enslaved, but it just feels way too good to resist.

Keep stroking while I tell you about how you fell under my spell and where things will go from here. lured you to me with my gorgeous tits, I suggested this private room, and I showed you pleasure you never imagined. I was in control from the start, and now I always will be. I think you’re about to cum for me too. Isn’t that right, slave?”

‘Yes, Mistress.’

“Good boy.”

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Good good boy.

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