Lexie

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I am a normal girl....and its normal for girls to edge

so its normal to edge to it...

mmm i have enough time before therapy for a quicky...

You are so what?

"That's right, babe, deeper," Scott intoned, and Cordelia couldn't help blushing--she didn't even remember saying anything, but some kind of hypnotized babble must have escaped her lips while her mind was so completely focused on Scott's eyes and the thick cock plowing her sopping pussy because he was responding in that low, husky tone she loved so much. It was almost scary how much control he had over her memories and perceptions once he pushed his stiff prick between her plump pink labia, but that fear was so exhilarating that lately she couldn't go more than a couple of days without knocking on her neighbor's door and asking him to fuck her senseless.

And 'senseless' was the word for it. Every last drop of common sense fell out of Cordelia's head once she got that good dick inside her, and even though she knew that every time they fucked it reinforced that association between penetration and trance it didn't stop her from sniffing around like a bitch in heat whenever she heard the door at the end of the hall close. It just felt so nice to focus her entire mind on that thick, girthy cock of his as it stretched her pussy--it wasn't even that long, but it was so big around that she could barely circle it with her fingers and she could really feel every inch of it when it slid on in. And that made it the perfect tool to draw her concentration in so her whole world became his hazel eyes and the warm, wet throb between her legs.

"That's right, you're such a good girl," Scott cooed, and Cordelia realized again that her brain had so completely blanked out from pleasure that she had no idea what she'd even said--it couldn't have been anything too complex, she could already tell she didn't have the wits for that kind of talk, but if she was talking without thinking then that meant she was accepting without thinking and if she was accepting without thinking then Cordelia didn't really have any way of knowing how much of her mind was really her own anymore. Which was… okay, yes, it was the subject of a lot of her masturbatory fantasies lately, because she'd really gotten kind of insatiable ever since Scott had turned her on to this particular fetish and often she spent a good long while churning her sloppy cunt with her fingers once he finally came inside her, but it was kind of scary too. She could be doing anything and she wouldn't even know it wasn't her own idea.

Like masturbating herself stupid in her next-door neighbor's bed once he was done fucking her, just to keep her nice and dopey and suggestible. Or trotting obediently over to his apartment almost as soon as he got home so she could get her pussy filled. Or pulling the condom off just as he was getting ready to stick it in, because she was on the pill and she loved the sensation of his semen leaking out of her messy cunt while she lay there, wrung out with pleasure and dazed by deep and constant trance. Cordelia didn't know which of her kinks were hers anymore and which were Scott's, and even though that kind of terrified her she also got so fucking wet whenever she thought about discovering first-hand what he would ultimately shape her into. "No will but yours," she heard herself say, and she realized it wasn't entirely just a fantasy in the tiny, fragmentary instant before her memories popped again.

How good you are at being brainwashed?

How simple it seems for your mind to absorb my words and voice?

You know that nothing feels better dont you?

You want to feel good right?

im better denied

imbetyer edged

Today, or tomorrow, take some time to think back to this feeling you're having. Of eagerness, of submission, of being commanded and controlled, even subtly.

“I wish…” No one cares.

“I want…” Shut up.

Helen was struggling to get her wife off. She stopped fruitlessly rubbing lucy's cunt and brought her mouth on to lucy's clit, that was no better, she licked and sucked with no success, almost retching on the taste.

They'd never used to have this problem, between her mouth, her fingers and their toys she'd used to be able to force orgasm after organ from Lucy's slutty dyke pussy whenever they played at having sex.

Wait, something wasn't right, Helen had never used to words like slutty dyke pussy before and why did she think she was playing at sex? Wasn't this just having sex?

The trouble had started after their threesome. Helen and Lucy had always been monogamous before, but there was something about that man. He'd (what was his name again?) met them in a bar and introduced himself. He'd been charming and flirty in a way neither of them had ever remembered a man being before and after a few drinks they both somehow found themselves wondering what heterosexual sex felt like.

It had felt incredible. Helen had never cum so hard and now she thought about it that was the last time she'd seen Lucy cum at all. There was something about him that was so masculine, so powerful. How he'd used their bodies and their sexualities in an intoxicating cocktail of taboos. How could Helen's dry hands and chapped lips compare with that?

Helen's mind wondered from the love of her life's clit to her memories. What was it he'd made her say as he took Lucy's gold star?

"I can't do it, I need a man" that's what she'd said as she watched the stranger's cock dissappear inside the pussy she was failing to get off.

"I can't do it, I need a man" again and again Helen had said it as she watched her wife cum like a performing whore on a stranger's cock.

"I can't do it, I need a man" she felt her pussy drip at the thought.

"I can't do it, I need a man" she realised she was spelling out the words letter by letter on Lucy's clit with her tongue. Why didn't that feel wrong?

Lucy was mumbling something as Helen failed to force an orgasm from her. What was she saying?

Helen felt Lucy, hand's on her head, he wedding ring against her scalp. Helen's wife made a fist and pulled her head from her unsatisfied clit. They looked each other in the eye as Lucy repeated again and again.