Brooke

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It started as admiration.

He was such a nice guy. Smart and creative, a good listener. A good friend.

He respected you, validated your thoughts, asked about your interests, saw you as three dimensional. You caught him looking in your eyes for a long time, and sometimes looking at your body, but you decided it was all in your head.

He was bigger than you. Taller. Not a supermodel. But a man. You liked that.

As you spent more time together, your dreams got weird. You had a recurring dream where you had gotten into debt after a car crash on something, and he helped pay for it, which meant you became his personal property for a year. In the dream you moved into his house with a suitcase full of revealing clothes and told him the skills you could be useful for. It started with you doing his dishes and taxes, but he kept you in the bed at night to warm him, and sometimes in the dream you let him spoon you all night long as his big erection pressed between your ass cheeks, and sometimes you had the explicit job of jerking his cock off a couple times a week to keep him focused. In the dream you gently talked him through it, like it was the most normal thing to jerk off your roommate who temporarily owns you. "It's really big and you feel really hard in my hands." "Does it help if I rub your balls?" "Let me know if there's a place you'd like to cum."

One day, in real life, after a late night at a bar with friends, you made the incredibly stupid mistake of telling him about the dreams. You started with "I work for you in them," which really confused him. He raised an eyebrow as you told him it was a temporary thing, that you were living in his house... it just got worse. "Them? Like, this dream repeats?"

Fuck. You had no good way out of this one.

"Um honestly it's so weird." You pretend to slur a little bit, even though you're not actually that drunk. "in the dream I, like, am your property."

His entire demeanor changed after that. The kindness in his eyes turned into something...else. not something cruel or mean, but something totally focused. Immediately his eyes were all over your body.

"Come to my place tonight." It wasn't a question, and you didn't think about refusing. You went with him, your heart pounding, unable to say much of anything. You sat on his couch and took a hit of weed and he said "What would you do if this was your dream?"

Your pussy was so wet. Your were struggling to think.

You'd never actually sucked his dick in your dreams, but you didn't think he'd be mad if you lied about that. You needed to take this opportunity while you could.

You kneeled on his carpet and stared up at his crotch. A thick rod was pressing against the inside of his jeans. You rubbed it with your hand and felt a rush of butterflies and a throbbing in your pussy.

"It's my job to take care of you," you said as you unzipped him and his throbbing member flipped out onto his stomach. "Is that allowed?"

Thank God for cocksucking or you would have had to explain yourself further. The taste of his precum drove you crazy and the pulse of his powerful heartbeat drumming against your lips and tongue made you feel so submissive.

Thoughts pounded into your head, so desperate and so horny that he would have laughed if you'd said them out loud. "Good men need to be taken care of by eager sluts." "I'm just a body for a man to cum on." "God, I'm so lucky."

You were sucking on his balls when you felt them contract. "Oh, god, yes," you said aloud, in a slutty voice you didn't recognize. You pulled back just in time for an eruption of white-hot, sticky cum to strike you on your face. You've never had a facial before, never wanted one, but more shocking words tumbled from your mouth. "You can literally do this anytime. I like it so much. Give it -- oh my god, yes, fuck, that was such a good one. Thank you..."

"Good. Fucking. Slut," he said, in his deep voice.

He stared at you like you were a creature from another universe. You smiled, then rose up and showed off -- crossing your eyes, holding back your hair, sticking out your tongue.

And that's where you are now. A huge drip of cum is tumbling off your tongue. You speak.

You don’t want to be in control, you can’t make your own choices.