Tbh Just V Horny

I want to hear you fucking scream like an animal.

Like I'm fucking killing you.

Like I'm raping you.

I want to squeeze your fucking thrust until the only sounds leaving your mouth are choked, desperate gulps of air as I drive my dick into your ass. Those oiled up globes that jiggle with each thrust, sweat flicking off us as I just use you. Abuse you. Break you.

"You didn't know about your off switch, did you?" Jimmy asked, but by then the words were just pleasant noise in Cara's ears. She had a momentary, lingering impression of shock and surprise--after all, it wasn't every day that a man simply sat down next to her and started to play with her pussy through her slacks, at least not as far as she knew--but soon that faded and all that was left in her head was the warm, mellow pleasure pulsing away in her swollen clit. The muscles in her legs slackened into akimbo lethargy, giving Jimmy wider access to her slickening cunt, and he was quick to take advantage of it.

"I didn't think so," he added conversationally, even though Cara's face was now expressionless and her jaw hung open and her gaze had melted into a sightless stare. "Most of Bobby's girls, he likes to keep 'em in the dark about things like that, and I guess it's easy to do when you've always got an off switch you can use whenever you want to slip something into their heads, am I right?" Cara didn't answer, because in all the ways that mattered Cara wasn't there; she noticed him rubbing in gentle circles directly over her clit, and she had a vague awareness of his free hand undoing her fly to get her pants off, but everything else was running in neutral at the moment. She might as well have been a blow-up doll for all the resistance she offered.

"But I guess it works, whether you know it or not," he went on, shucking Cara's pants and panties and leaving her naked from the waist down. She discovered that she went even blanker and deeper once his thumb slipped inside her pussy to skate directly over her clit, and his callused fingers soon rendered her so utterly insensate that she didn't even notice him undoing the buttons on her blouse with her free hand. "It's that whatchamacallit, your deep self or your hidden observer or whatever. I dunno, that's all Bobby's department. I'm just happy he lets me play with the girls." Cara's bra soon followed the rest of her clothing, and he laid her down on her back. Cara barely even knew Jimmy's name, but she was offering no objections when he fucked her in the ass.

She did let out a little grunt when he first penetrated her, purely as an involuntary reaction, but he kept his thumb on his clit and soon she was staring vacantly up at the ceiling while he plowed her asshole with thrust after eager thrust. "Awww, fuck, yeah, there's a…. there's a good girl," he grunted, but of course Cara wasn't really listening because the only thing in her head was a non-stop climax that rang her brain like a gong. She couldn't stop cumming, and every orgasm stopped her thoughts before they could even start, and months of conditioning had gotten her almost entirely out of the habit of even trying to use her mind in the first place. She was one of Bobby's happy little dolls now, her will switched off and entirely absent, and when Jimmy let go with a torrent of spunk deep inside her ass she only sighed in vacant contentment. And that was truly all he wanted her to do.

“look at me.”

“you don’t get quiet when something’s wrong. you use your words. i need to hear you.”

“does this feel good, sweetheart? tell me.”

“i won’t guess. you’ll guide me. that’s how this works.”

“may i touch you here?”

“if you hesitate, i stop. immediately.”

“i want your yes. not your silence.”

“say it clearly for me. green, yellow, or red.”

“good girl. that’s it. always tell me.”

“you trust me because i make it safe to.”

“i’m in control, but you are never powerless.”

“if it stops being good for you, it stops. no questions. no disappointment.”

“your comfort is not optional.”

“you’re mine to guide, not to harm.”