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Latina deeply entranced showing herself off for her master. With some lovely and absolutely sexy eye rolls

and I wish that my friends knew and they thought it was hilarious/hot that they could just casually rub them and see me become a drooling, wet, stupid mess

Like, mid conversation they start just rubbing super gently and I can continue a bit but then they give a good squeeze and I physically can't restrain myself from moaning and leaning into it

As long as they keep playing with my nipples, they can do anything to me and I won't be able to resist. Someone sucks on them for a bit and I'm grinding and humping against them, mindless

They strip me, put nipple suckers on me, attach some weights to those, tie my hands behind my back so I can't get them off, and watch me shake as I deal with how horny I get every time I move even a bit. They might pull me over, slide a cock or fingers inside me, fuck me and make my tits bounce, or they just slap them to make me moan and drool from the stimulation...

Maybe they even attach vibrators onto the suckers, and watch me cum my brains out for a while... They could do anything they want to me as long as my nipples stay stimulated

By the time they finally take pity on me, it's been hours (or even days, maybe months?) and my nipples are so swollen and sensitive, they're super stretched out and thick, the air on them makes me cum so hard I collapse, and it's another half hour before I can even register I'm in some shady adult shop, with one of those massive special order super thick monster dildos inside me, and my friend who took me there told me they thought it was hot/funny that they were able to shove me down onto it with no resistance because of how stupid I get from my teats

"I--I'm not sure this is… um… this is such a good idea. I mean, um, I'm married, and you--you're one of my students. Campus policy says I shouldn't--"

You're overthinking things, Suzanne.

"…I'm overthinking things."

That's right. When you look at my big cock, you don't really think about all that silly stuff like campus policy and professional ethics and all that, do you? You just think about that warm, needy itch between your legs and how badly you need it scratched.

"…warm, um… needy… b-between my, my legs…."

There you go. Overthinking is so tiring, isn't it? It's so exhausting, while sinking to your knees and watching my heavy cock sway back and forth is soothing and relaxing. You don't want to think any more right now.

"D-don't want to… think…."

That's a good girl. Just take that cock in your hand, feel the heft of it, and let yourself do what comes naturally. Big smart college professors don't get to touch a cock like this, Suzanne. They have to do all sorts of boring stuff like grading papers and attending meetings and listening to boring people tell boring stories about their day at the office. Wouldn't you rather just be a dumb slut for a while?

"…dumb slut, I--I--"

Ah ah ah, there's that overthinking again. Thinking just makes your head tired, Suzi. Thinking makes your brain numb, and a numb brain is a dumb brain, so why don't you just be dumb and happy for a while?

"Dumb and… happy?"

That's right, so happy for me. Just give my cock a taste, get it lubed up and ready for your pussy, and I know you'll be so much happier with my prick in your mouth. Don't overthink it, just do what makes you wet and horny for me, Suzi….

"Uhn, uh huh, I…. mllllllmmmmmmphhhhhh!"

That's a good girl. All the way down, as deep as you can. Good girl. Good girl.

as i work, it works. up and down, tip to base. one of its rules is that its mouth may never be empty. every so often it stops to breath, rasping around me like it was wearing a gag. i can tell it likes it: having its mouth filled, overwhelmed by my scent. it never takes long for it to go back to work.

hours pass, and finally i hit the button. off to the state it all goes. i close my laptop, and wait a moment, watching it work. a decent puddle of drool has formed on the floor; its chest is soaked. as it throats itself, nose hitting my crotch, i reach down and hold it in place. i hear it moan a bit, questioningly, as i push my chair back and stand up. angling its head back, its a bit easier to take the entire thing, but it also has to sit up on its knees, which causes some wobbling after so long sitting on the floor.

i hold it in place until it starts struggling, fingers flexing behind its back. then i just start fucking its face, one hand on its crown, the other around its jaw. it opens its mouth as wide as it can, its tongue extending out under my shaft. its cage flops back and forth from the momentum, and for fun i reach over to a remote on my desk and turn its plug on. not super high, but enough to make it desperate. as i feel myself hitting the edge, i pinch its nose shut, and after half a dozen more thrusts, pull its face to me, as deep as it can go. it takes a moment, but it starts to struggle and flex, and then starts whining, which is what tips me over. i cum straight down its neck, as it desperately swallows. i wait another moment, as it starts to really complain, and then let it go.

"Stop. Look at me. Feel my gaze pinning your mind into obedience."

W-what? What, I… w-what's happening….?

"You're becoming my slave, that's what. I see you jogging past my property every day, I think you're a very pretty girl, and I've decided to claim you. Enjoy it."

I--ohhh fffucckkk. How, how are you….?

"Ssh. Don't ask questions. Speak only when spoken to. Turn around. Pull down your shorts. Bend over and grab your ankles. Respond to my commands with 'Yes, Master'."

Y-yes, Master. I--nnnhhh!

"Good girl. It looks like you're not wearing panties underneath those shorts. Were you hoping someone would come along and finger you like this?"

I--I, um, no, I just--they're workout clothes, I'm going to have to toss them in the wash as soon as I get home. I just don't like doing more laundry than I have to. M-Master.

"It's so adorable that you think you're going home. Tell the truth, slave--how long before you'd be missed if you simply disappeared while jogging?"

Y-yes, Master. About an hour, Master. I… I'm married, and my husband, he… he's making coffee for me right now. Plus I work from home and they'll notice if I'm not signed in. I take this path every day, so--

"Ssh. I didn't ask you to come up with reasons to let you go. I asked--never mind. Cum around my fingers thinking of being my obedient slut."

Nnnnnhhhh!

"Good girl. Now, slave, here's what you're going to do. You're going to continue in your routine, pretending I don't control you. You're going to encourage your husband to go jogging with you so I can meet him and talk to him. And when all that's done, you're going to quit your job. Do you understand?"

…yes, Master.

"I like that defiance. It's very cute. But I'm going to enjoy training it out of you even more."