Formerly @maliciousai. Call me Mal. This is (mostly) a personal reblog page. Occasional writer of some kinky fiction. Straight-ish cis male, around 30. Don’t forget to check the likes. This is all fantasy, consent is always mandatory. 18+
Hi! I'm @emctheory, formerly @ maliciousai. You can call me Mal.
I'm around 30, pronouns he/him.
I enjoy erotic mind control in many forms, from hypnosis to transformation to corruption, usually focusing on female subs and subjects (though not exclusively). I write some of my own fiction and hope to write more in the future. Everything pertaining to misogyny, non-consent, and dehumanization/objectification is fantasy and should not be construed as a political or social belief. I make no secret of my distaste for the implications of these themes, nor do I endorse any attempt to bring this fiction into reality.
This blog is fantasy, consent is always mandatory. This blog is 18+ and should not be viewed by minors.
I'm happy to talk, answer questions, and share posts with other kinksters here on tumblr. I don't personally have experience with hypnosis and can't hypnotize anyone, sorry. I'm trying to learn, but that takes trust (and time).
I've written a couple stories inspired by conversations I've had on tumblr, and I'm always looking for more inspiration. I'm not interested in receiving nudes from followers, but if you find a post or story that you think I'd like, please send it my way.
I've done some writing on CHYOA here, as well as some stuff on other platforms I no longer have access to. My tagging is notoriously poor, and I'm hoping to clean it up a bit in the new year. The tag #malwrites should be linked to some of my writing.
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I am not the smartest person ever, but there is nothing more entertaining than taking a smart, intellectual, brilliant person, and luring them into a trance, dropping them deep down where thoughts don’t matter, and critical thinking doesn’t happen. Oh, there is a dark satisfaction in getting such a bright person to such a low level; they used to be so intelligent, and now they are dumber than I am.
me cumming? boring. pathetic, even. i can do that whenever i want.
someone else cumming? hot. i’ll watch every second. i want to know what makes them squirm and forget how to speak. and we’ll keep going until they can’t take it anymore.
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"Oh, that reminds me--you're not going to believe this cool ring I found at the flea market yesterday!" Linda's smile froze a little as she struggled to conceal her exasperation with yet another topic shift--her daughter's friend was bubbly and cheerful and talkative almost to a fault, but she also rambled on and on until Linda was exhausted trying to keep up with it all and it made the experience of being alone with Ashley something of a chore. She wondered absently when Olivia would get back… which meant she wasn't paying quite enough attention to stop Ashley from grabbing her hand and sliding a plain gold ring onto her finger.
"They said it would, like, shrink down to fit perfectly onto any finger," Ashley burbled, apparently oblivious to the way Linda's head sank forward onto her chest as a wave of giddiness overwhelmed her. "And yeah, I know, that's totally impossible, but that's not even the weirdest part--the woman at the shop told me that when you put it on someone and said, 'With this ring, I thee wed,' they would totally fall in love with you! Isn't that wild, Mrs. K? I mean, isn't that the craziest thing you ever heard of?" Linda managed to look at her, even though her eyes were already glazing over and a powerful pulse of lust was throbbing away between her legs like a second heartbeat, but Ashley didn't break kayfabe. Either she was genuinely unaware of what she'd just done, or she was putting up a front of patient ignorance to wait out the inevitable collapse of Linda's willpower.
That collapse wasn't long in coming. Linda let out a low, growling moan that sounded like metal under strain and pulled Ashley into her lap, kissing her passionately while roaming her hands up and down the younger woman's body with a feverish urgency she'd never felt for Olivia's father in all their fourteen years of marriage. Their divorce had been the last time Linda had gotten consistent sex, and the ache of pent-up desire lingered with the magic in Ashley's ring to make Laura absolutely desperate to fuck. It didn't matter that she was straight, it didn't matter that she was old enough to be Ashley's mother--she needed to have a body naked and pressed against her and she needed it now. Linda practically dragged her new lover to the bedroom, suddenly grateful for the lengthy stretch of alone time with the fresh young college student.
Ashley giggled and squealed with every new piece of clothing that was removed and every sensual kiss Linda lavished on the newly-exposed patch of skin, and the older woman felt a rush of liquid heat in her pussy at being so casually and playfully dominated like this. It wasn't even like Ashley was commanding her or anything--she was just laying back, reveling in the single-minded devotion Linda paid to her body, and letting Linda's own awareness of her desperate need turn her into a pathetic, horny slut who was grateful for the opportunity to kneel down between Ashley's thighs and bury her tongue between those soft, slick labia. Linda heard herself grunting softly like a pig rooting for truffles, but she didn't care about dignity anymore. She didn't care about anything but fucking now… and if a part of her wondered anxiously how long this spell was going to last, the taste of Ashley's beautiful cunt was enough to push those worries to the very back of Linda's dazed and drowsy mind.
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"Paul, this is Beth, and Beth, I'd like you to meet Paul," Jenny announced, as though there was nothing unusual at all about introducing Beth to a naked stranger who wandered out of her bedroom with his cock already at half-mast. "This is the man whose semen you've been drinking in your coffee for about a week now, and I thought it was time for you to get to know him so you can take it direct from the source and sink into drugged obedience like me." Beth's eyebrows shot up at that, and she wanted to splutter out a whole series of infuriated expletives at her roommate… but there was a subtle and seductive aroma filling the room, almost unnoticed by Beth's conscious mind despite its erotic familiarity, and she found that her mouth hung open instead of being used to speak.
"Now I know what you're thinking," Jenny reassured her, stripping naked in the middle of the living room with a graceful ease that would have probably have shocked Beth if she wasn't so busy being shocked by everything else that was happening around her. "But Paul's got a lot of jizz in those big heavy balls of his, and he's fully capable of keeping us both drugged into helpless adoration without any problems. You'll get regular doses of his magic cum just like I do, we won't have to fight over it even a little." That was absolutely not what Beth was thinking, at least not before Jenny said it, but she had to admit she felt something unclench inside her mind with a wave of relief she couldn't logically explain. She slid off her chair with a thump as her knees hit the ground, realizing she had her mouth open like a baby bird now but unable to close it.
Jenny went over to her, undoing the buttons on Beth's blouse and pulling it away from her tingling skin while Beth knelt there, unable to take her fixated gaze off of Paul's stiffening cock and his huge balls even for a second. She felt strangely passive now, unable even to take conscious action to satisfy the craving she was inexplicably falling victim to, and it was almost comforting when Jenny purred, "Don't worry, it took me the same way when Paul first blessed me with his hot, salty cum. Once you've gotten a full load, straight from the source, you won't be confused anymore and you'll know what you want and who you want to be. It's only now, when your mind and your body are all mixed up, that you're having trouble."
Beth was pretty sure that her mind was very clear on being shocked and horrified by her roommate's utter betrayal, but when Paul walked over to them her certainty began to sublimate into desperate arousal like ice in the Vegas heat. Jenny took Beth's hand by the wrist and guided it up to her own jaw, molding it into a grip that held her mouth open even wider, and then she began to stroke Paul's cock and fondle his balls until precum dripped onto Beth's outstretched tongue. "We never make him do it himself," Jenny intoned, her voice pressing a whole new conviction into Beth's malleable mind. "It's our task to pleasure his sacred penis."
Beth's brain was filled with so many questions--how was it sacred? Why did it have this effect on her? How could he produce enough semen to feed two whole women every single day? But all of them vanished when Paul's cock spurted a load of hot, sticky jizz onto her tongue and she felt her old self vanish into warm, cozy surrender. She swallowed every last drop, even using her fingers to catch a dollop or two that overshot onto her cheek, and finally understood exactly why Jenny had done what she did.
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“Wait.” The moment she heard the man sitting on the bench, Andi’s body slowed to an instant halt and she stood rooted to the asphalt path that led through the park. She couldn’t explain why she followed his instruction; one moment, she and Dahlia were getting in an early morning run before class, and the next they found themselves standing perfectly immobile in the warm spring sun with a patience entirely alien to their wills. They glanced at one another, each one seeing the same bewilderment in the other’s eyes. No matter what they did, they simply couldn’t make themselves move.
Until the man spoke again. “Come here,” he said, pointing to a spot on the ground in front of the park bench, and Andi found herself trotting meekly over to stand next to her friend at the exact space he gestured to them to fill. She still had no answer for her own instinctual compliance; it wasn’t as though she recognized the stranger, an older gentleman in a dapper suit and short dark hair that was shot through with streaks of gray. His voice wasn’t especially stern or demanding. It just… it expected obedience. And Andi could do nothing at all to confound that expectation. “How old are you girls?” he asked, motioning to Andi to speak for them.
“I’m twenty, sir,” she replied, docile calm filling her voice with every word as she stood patiently in front of the authoritative stranger. “And Dahlia is nineteen.” Her mouth sealed tightly shut after that; in her head, she was explaining that they rowed together on the crew team, and that they did their morning workouts together because they both shared a 7 AM Japanese language class on Tuesdays and Thursdays and it was nice to run while the park was nearly empty, but all he had asked for was their ages. And that was all she could provide. Even her own name wouldn’t pass her lips. Once the words had left her, there was nothing for Andi to do but wait for his next command.
“Very good,” he said. “Clothes off, panties down to your knees. I want to see those pretty pussies.” There wasn’t a moment of hesitation in Andi’s response as she yanked her shirt up and over her head; she didn’t worry that campus police might come by and see her and Dahlia taking off their sports bras and exposing their taut, lean bodies to an older man who was apparently a pervert who liked looking at younger women. She didn’t concern herself that the stranger could somehow compel her to step out of her shorts, or pull her white cotton underwear down her thighs to display her cunt to a man she’d never met before, or that her friend was doing the exact same thing with an identical dazed expression on her face. Compliance came easier with every command now, and Andi was losing track of everything except that slow, drowsy patience that kept her rooted to the spot until her Master’s next instruction.
It wasn’t long in coming. “One step forward,” he said, and the two women waddled awkwardly toward him with their panties hobbling their legs. He reached in and cupped their pussies, his fingers rubbing between their labia to find the undeniable evidence of their sudden and inexplicable arousal, and he smiled eagerly at his discovery. “Good girls,” he purred, and Andi felt her cunt becoming even wetter at the sound of his praise. “Panties off, now, and follow me. I’m keeping you.” Andi didn’t struggle for an instant, not even in the privacy of her mind. The stranger’s voice had stroked away all conviction, all hesitation, and replaced it only with the smooth tranquility of perfect obedience to his will. She let her underwear drop to the ground, Dahlia mirroring the motion perfectly, and together they fell into step behind their new owner and walked away from the life they knew.
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Lynda suppressed a sigh and checked the time again, though she already knew it. The train had stopped ten minutes ago, maybe more, suspended in the middle of nowhere — a stretch of trees, no road, no town, no reason. Just stillness pressing in on every side. It wasn’t unusual for trains to stall, but this particular kind of silence felt deliberate.
The air in the carriage had begun to shift, too — not hot, not cold, just still. Her fellow passengers exchanged glances without speaking, as if waiting for someone else to decide how concerned they should be.
Lynda felt the familiar shape of annoyance begin to rise in her chest. The quiet theft of time roused the familiar sensation. She was halfway through composing an internal complaint when the speaker above her crackled once, then cleared.
"Dear passengers," said a woman, the tone soft and deliberate.
Not the usual clipped tone of delay announcements. No static-laced bureaucratic monotone. This voice was warm, nearly melodic, its cadence slow and measured like a lullaby. It carried an odd intimacy.
Lynda blinked. The words themselves were meaningless — something about a short inspection, nothing to worry about — but her mind barely registered them. The voice obscured the cabine like fog. It was beautiful, yes, but too practiced. Too gentle. As if it was meant to be more than informative. As if it was meant to hold.
And it did.
She felt her irritation dissolve, not in relief, but in something quieter. Numbness, maybe. Or apathy.
Her fingers relaxed around the handle of her bag. The silence afterward was deeper than before. Heavier.
Lynda sat very still, her gaze drawn toward the speaker as if expecting it to speak again.
And somewhere, beneath the calm, a single thought stirred in the back of her mind.
That didn’t sound like a conductor. It sounded like something else.
Then the speaker came back on, its voice still low, echoing with a strange note.
"We’re glad you chose this line. We try to be as attentive as we can, and there are only two things we ask of our riders in exchange for our service."
Lynda felt her body stiffen.
"Not interrupting our procedures. And of course — to follow all instructions," continued the disembodied voice in the same pleasant, reassuring tone. It reminded Lynda of her mother, in an uncomfortable way: not because they sounded similar, but because her mother's voice always made her feel the way she felt now. Obedient, arguing and fighting futile sinks of time.
"We’ll get through these steps in short order, so as to minimize the interruption to your schedule." She could have sworn she detected a faint edge of amusement. "Stand up, please."
It was the first instruction given, and it took hold in Lynda’s mind, pulling her upright with a sick, magnetic tug. No muscle in her face revieled the panic inside her mind. She noticed the same thing happen to everyone else around her. Each body had the same look — stunned, glassy, a puppet-like emptiness — as if whatever they’d lost in those few seconds had been the thing that distinguished them as human. Even from this short distance, she felt so much closer to these strangers.
"There are a few simple procedures that we must conduct at this stop," the voice went on, "procedures with a long tradition. All passengers with a C-cup or smaller, sit down again, forget this ever happening and sleep until the beep sounds," and like an absurd chorus line, most of the passengers dropped to their seats again. Their faces relaxed into an almost peaceful slumber, their heads rolling to one side as the speaker continued: "Good. Now those with dumb D's, you will forget anything you won't need to sell hot steamy sex. Dumb D's are bimbo whores."
Cold sweat ran down Lynda's spine. Her vision focused on a redhead that fulfilled the criteria. A look of vacancy entered her expression. A bimboish giggle slipped past her lips. The redhead stood still as a statue, but her mouth hung slightly agape as if in anticipation.
"Good, as a reward, all dumb D's get to play with their wet, drooling cunts," commanded the disembodied voice and giggles turned to moans, when their hands immediately moved. Lynda wanted to scream or shout, or something — do anything, but her mind felt slow and sticky. Fuzzy.
"Next are exhibition E's. Sluts with an E-cup can only wear the most revealing clothes, flaunting their curves. You want everyone looking and drooling. You'll dress to impress. How else would you sell those curves. Advertising is important."
Another woman, brunette, clad in a tasteful ensemble began unbuttoning her blazer, shrugging it from her shoulders. Her hands fell on her pencil skirt next, pulling the fabric down. And each piece of clothing that left accompanied lustful moans. Once naked the woman took a pose. One leg slightly bent, one arm up, the hand resting on the window. Lynda could not stop watching the obscene display.
"Good girls. Once we are done, you will get the most slutty costumes," praised the woman. Next come the fuckdoll F's."
Lynda shivered. F-cup. Her size.
"Yes, those F-cups and larger, that's all of you remaining," she paused as Lynda could swear that she felt the words crawl into her brain, "will take out their tits. Big fuckable boobs. Tits so fuckdoll huge that your brain never got enough nutrients. You are nothing but mindless playthings. Dumber than D's. Less restraint than E's. All you got going for is that huge rack of yours," a giggle that felt as if she laughed directly in Lynda's ear followed and she could only gasp as she stared at her own body. In slow-motion the buttons on her blouse opened one after another.
Each pop thundered through her brain, smiting thoughts and burning memories. Her boobs spilled free.
"From now you crave attention for that huge chest of yours. You need to flaunt them. Use them to entice. Tease and tempt all. All for one purpose only," the voice paused — like Lynda's fuckdoll brain, "for fucking. It's all you want to do. You don't have a giggly, silly name like dumb D's. Or a smoldering stage name like exhibition E's. Oh no. Fuckdoll F's are just that. Fuckdolls."
Fuckdoll listened to her owner's words. They sank into her empty mind.
"And you know the best? Your fat udders are only getting larger. You will use any money you own to increase your fuckdoll status," cooed the disembodied woman in that melodious, pleasant, warm tone. Fuckdoll listened in rapture, staring down at those big orbs of fuckdoll flesh.
"Good. Now all awake people and fuckdolls, listen to the following tone, until a loud beep awakes you. Let this change become permanent."
***
Fuckdoll's eyes flew open at the loud beeping noice. Like any good doll's, her face relaxed into an inviting pout. Fuckdoll didn't wonder about the delay or the strange woman's instructions. It didn't cross her empty mind that the previous twenty-five minutes had erased, changed and remoulded large portions of her mind. To her nothing strange had happened.
Dolls were just toys. And she was a Fuckdoll F, no brains or agency necessary.
This may be one of my favorites from @pinkofatom. Sexy, efficient, and just dark enough. I love how Lynda can see the change barreling towards her but can’t get off the tracks.
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Carmen calmed her trembling hands as she sat in the sterile HR office. The air conditioning hummed, a monotonous drone that did little to soothe the knot in her stomach. For months, Johnny from accounting had been escalating his behavior. It started with lingering touches on her lower back, "accidental" brushes against her breasts in the narrow hallway, and comments about her clothing that were just a little too personal. Last week, he had cornered her by the coffee machine, pressing his body against hers and whispering exactly what he'd like to do to her over the weekend. That was the final straw. To be honest, it was several straws beyond the final one. She had filed the complaint that morning, her detailed account feeling like a shield.
The door opened and Poppy walked in. She was younger than Carmen expected, probably in her late twenties, with a bright, disarming smile and sharp, intelligent eyes. She wore a stylish pantsuit that seemed both professional and effortlessly cool.
"Carmen, thank you so much for coming in," Poppy said, her voice warm and soothing as she extended a hand. "I'm Poppy, the Director of HR. I've read your complaint, and I want you to know we take this incredibly seriously."
Carmen shook her hand, feeling a small measure of relief. "Thank you. It's been... difficult."
"I can only imagine," Poppy said, her expression full of empathy. "These situations are complex and sensitive. And just so you know how seriously we're taking this I've cleared my entire afternoon to walk through resolution options in my office. We can go through everything in detail, without interruptions, and really work on a path forward. It's a space where you can feel completely safe and heard."
The offer was surprisingly generous. An all-afternoon meeting. "That... that would be amazing, Poppy. Thank you."
Poppy's office was nothing like the outer waiting area. It was more like a high-end lounge, with plush, comfortable armchairs instead of office furniture. The lighting was dim and warm, emanating from hidden sources rather than harsh overhead fluorescents. Poppy guided Carmen to a particularly soft leather chair.
"I know the decor can be a bit much, but I wanted this space to be as welcoming and comforting as I could make it. It's a bit silly when someone comes in to discuss a payroll hiccup, but for issues of this nature I think it's important to be as completely comfortable and relaxed as possible. Don't you agree?"
"Yes," Carmen said as she sank into one of the plush armchairs.
"Wonderful. Can I get you something? Water, tea?" Poppy asked, already moving to a small, well-stocked cabinet of tea bags and coffee pods.
"Just water, please," Carmen said, sinking into the chair.
Poppy returned with a deep blue mug full of water and Carmen drank most of it down in a quick gulp. Admittedly she had been quite nervous about coming to this meeting, but sitting here in the office she found herself put at ease. Poppy's friendly nature was a big help. And Poppy had been right, too, about the nature of the room. The darker colors and the soft furniture did wonders for her mind. The hum of air conditioning in the waiting room was more muted in here, making the whole room seem to hum with a soft, welcoming tone. And there was something in the air. A scent.
It was no wonder Carmen didn't think twice when the drug in the water began to make her sleepy.
"Now, before we dive into the specifics of your complaint," Poppy said, sitting across from Carmen at the desk, "we find it's most effective to start with a relaxation module. The process of recounting harassment can be traumatic, and we want you to be in a calm, centered state. It helps with clarity and recall."
Carmen nodded slowly, already somewhat dulled by the sound of the room and the smell of the incense she finally noticed burning in the corner. And the chemicals slowly switching off the higher functions of her mind. She drained the rest of the mug, holding the empty cup in her lap.
Poppy picked up a sleek remote. "This is a guided meditation program. Just focus on the lights and sounds. Let everything else go."
Carmen agreed, fuzzily thinking it was a progressive new-age HR technique. A blank spot on the wall to their left flickered to life, not with words, but with a mesmerizing spiral of soft, shifting colors: violets, golds, and deep blues that swirled and pulsed in a slow, hypnotic rhythm. The deep colors seemed to match the vibe of the room, the blue almost the exact color of the mug that was gripped so loosely in her hand. That low, ambient hum that filled the room became layered with a gentle, rhythmic tapping sound, like soft rain on a window. Or crystalline water dripping into a deep... blue... mug...
Carmen's hands relaxed completely, and she paid no heed to the soft thump the empty mug made as it hit the carpet at her feet. She just stared, her initial anxiety beginning to melt away. The colors were beautiful, the sounds soothing. She felt her breathing slow, matching the rhythm of the tapping.
"Johnny is a powerful man," Poppy's voice continued, now a smooth, persuasive caress. "Power is attractive. You feel it, don't you? That pull. That magnetic energy. It's not wrong to feel it. It's natural."
Carmen felt a soft touch on her shoulder. "No...," she muttered, though she made no effort to move or look away.
"Don't fight it. Picture him. That's the look of a man who knows what he wants. A man who can take charge."
As she spoke, Poppy's hands moved from Carmen's shoulders, her fingers tracing the collar of her blouse. And all the while, Carmen's eyes drank in the spiral the way her mouth had drank in the drugged water. The way her mind drank in Poppy's suggestions.
"His attention is a gift," the voice whispered, the words syncing perfectly with the pulsing colors. "Every touch was a compliment. Every word was an expression of desire. He sees you, Carmen. He sees the woman you are, not the corporate drone you pretend to be. He wants to unleash that."
Poppy's fingers deftly undid the top button of Carmen's blouse. Her body felt heavy, languid, unable to protest. The image of Johnny in her mind seemed to smile directly at her. She smiled back.
"You crave his hands on you," Poppy's voice insisted, one hand now tracing the curve of Carmen's breast over her bra. "You crave his body against yours. The memory in the break room... it wasn't scary. It was exciting. Remember the thrill. The heat of him. The hard press of his cock against your thigh. You wanted it then. You want it now."
"Want..."
Carmen's mind was a fog. The old feelings of violation were being rewritten, the edges blurring and transforming into something else, something that felt suspiciously like arousal. The fingers of Poppy's other hand intertwined with hers, sliding their hand down Carmen's stomach together. Hitching up Carmen's skirt. Placing Carmen's fingered against her damp panties until they began to do the work they knew was expected of them.
"Yes," Poppy's voice was triumphant. "Feel that pleasure. This is the feeling he gives you. This is what you were meant to feel. Every time he touches you, you will feel this. Every time he speaks to you, you will feel this. You exist for his pleasure, and in doing so, you will find your own."
The spiral was relentless, waves of pleasure building higher and higher, drowning out the last vestiges of Carmen's resistance. The HR complaint, the fear, the anger... It all seemed like a distant, silly dream. The only reality was the pulsing pleasure between her legs and the hypnotic image of the man who was causing it.
"You will adore him," Poppy commanded, her voice a final, irrefutable decree. "You will worship his advances. You will spread your legs for him anytime, anywhere he wants. Your body is his. Your mind is his. Now, cum for him. Show me you understand."
The command shattered what was left of Carmen's old self. A powerful orgasm ripped through her, her body convulsing in the plush chair as she cried out, a nameless sound of pure, unadulterated bliss. As the waves subsided, she slumped back, panting, her eyes fixed on the screen where Johnny's illusory image smiled benevolently.
Poppy switched off the device and the screen. The room was just a room again. She helped a dazed Carmen straighten her clothes.
"There now," Poppy said, her professional tone back in place. "Don't you feel better? So much clearer."
Carmen nodded, a dreamy smile on her face. "Clearer. Yes."
"Johnny will be so pleased to hear you've come to understand your true feelings for him," Poppy said, handing Carmen her purse. "Why don't you go see him right now? I'm sure he'd appreciate a proper... thank you."
The idea filled Carmen with a fresh, eager warmth. She stood up, her legs steady, her purpose clear. "I will. Thank you so much for your help, Poppy."
As Carmen walked out of the office and towards accounting, she didn't feel like a victim. She felt like a woman finally on her way to claim the profound happiness she now knew she deserved.
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Kimmy knew she was pretty much doomed the moment she felt the wave of deep, irresistible contentment washing over her and through her… and yet, it was that same contentment that turned her despair into a vague and abstract notion that gained no real purchase on her drowsy mind. She could feel Derek's semen leaking out of her sated cunt, dripping down onto her thigh as she lay there with her eyes only a quarter of the way open and her breath coming in slow, gentle sighs, and even though she understood she should be panicking given her lack of birth control and the information her period tracker had given her just that morning, all she could think about was how happy she was.
Because he'd dialed her in. Somehow he'd done something with his phone, jailbroken it and hacked it and souped up the little transmitter buried inside the guts of the damn thing into some kind of otherworldly device that could beam a signal straight into her brain, and even though he told Kimmy that was what he was doing it didn't matter because the feelings Derek gave her were so strong and potent and irresistibly real that they instantly overwhelmed her intellect. Kimmy was smart--hell, she was brilliant, almost brilliant enough to hang with Derek's prodigious intelligence even though he was doing things that reshaped humanity's knowledge of physics and biology--but she was rapidly discovering that feelings always trumped brains when it came to big important decisions.
When Derek showed her his user interface, and dialed it in on her specific brainwave pattern, Kimmy's surprise and fear rapidly turned to a kind of meek, submissive awe that left her totally incapable of any concern over the hold he'd gained on her mind. When he spun up her lust to some theoretical maximum she'd never even known existed before Derek pushed her to it, all her self-control deserted her in an instant despite her intellectual awareness that what she felt was purely artificial and she wound up humping his leg while she begged him to fuck her. And now, lying here with her cunt a messy creampie and the sure and certain knowledge she was ovulating, Kimmy couldn't feel anything but a warm, drowsy satisfaction. She literally could not.
It wasn't that she didn't understand the danger this thing posed, the existential threat to free will it implied by its very invention. Derek now held the capability to simply overwhelm any rational objection with waves of sheer, unthinking bliss, to reduce anyone he chose to simpering affection simply by connecting his phone with their brain patterns and sliding his finger along the screen. But the only reaction Kimmy could muster up to that was sleepy contentment, and she could already feel her mind warping around her emotions to rationalize her feelings into some kind of congruence. She knew what cognitive dissonance was, understood every single psychological principle that was making her convince herself that of course Derek knew best and of course this discovery was in safe hands, and yet none of it helped her fight off her growing conviction that he deserved to be in charge of her vulnerable brain.
She didn't know how long she lay there, fighting a titanic struggle in her brain that she was doomed to lose. It felt like an eternity, but it could only have been as long as it took for Derek to get hard again because she was already thoroughly defeated by the time he pressed the tip of his cock to her sloppy cunt and asked, "Would you like another load, pretty girl?" And even though she knew she shouldn't, even though she knew it would leave her belly swollen with his child, Kimmy couldn't stop herself from saying yes.
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Levi was freaking out. He was working his part time job cleaning the Biotechnology building and he smelled like disinfectant. That wouldn't normally be a problem, but he had his history class immediately afterwards and the fates or the gods or some other supernatural entity with a cruel sense of humor had made caused Professor Paulson to assign Eric to a small group project with what had to be the two hottest women on campus.
Deja Hansen was of Indian and Swedish parentage, with cinnamon skin and glossy black hair and a figure that defied explanation. Rhiannon Burns was an Australian attending school in the U.S. to play soccer, her long auburn hair in a constant ponytail, her long toned legs on constant display.
And Monday, when they sat down to discuss their group project, both women had immediately started wrinkling their perfect noses. They scooted as far back from Levi as they could and still communicate. They cut off the brainstorm session as soon as they could. Levi couldn't believe what he thought was good luck turned out to be the worst luck.
So he had planned for today. He came in early. He did the disinfectant work first and trash collection last and he would have just enough time to bike to his dorm, get a quick shower and change of clothes, then get to class.
And then Dr. Brainerd found him and accused him of ignoring the note he ledt telling him about a Candida outbreak in his incubator. Levi could have sworn there was no such note when he started work, but he'd been forced to clean and sterilize the the incubator and now he smelled like disinfectant AND fungus with 15 minutes until class. Fuck!
He rushed tobthe men's room to see what he could do. He washed his hands and face and cursed himself for not at least stuffing a clean shirt and some body spray in his backpack.
And then he remembered the cologne bottle. He had found it in one of the lab trash cans, one of the ones for paper towels and such, not biohazards. Still, it had annoyed him. There was glass recycling just outside the building! He had pocketed it, planning to recycle it on the way out.
He pulled it out. The bottle was unlabeled. He hesitantly sniffed it. It actually smelled good! Better than disinfectant and fungus, at least! What did he have to loose? He spritzed his neck and wrists and armpits and did a quick spritz down the front of his pants for good measure. He'd probably smell like an 8th grade dance party, but it was bound to be better than when he started.
He rushed to his bike and booked it across campus in record time, oblivious to the chemical reaction going on as his sweat mixed with the mysterious cologne and residual disinfectant. He was only vaguely aware that he smelled better than he thought he would.
Professor Paulson gave a quick reminder of the parameters of the group projects then had them break into their groups of three. Deja and Rhiannon reluctantly pulled their chairs towards Levi, though keeping as far back as they reasonably could and still be considered sitting in a group. Deja had taken the lead during their first meeting and naturally took to it again, laying out how she thought the project on the cultural impacts of the industrial revolution should go.
But she started to seem distracted after a sminute or so, misspeaking, forgetting words and, to Levi's horror, wrinkling her nose. He had really hoped the cologne had worked!
And then Rhiannon scooted her chair closer to him. Levi had been focused on Deja but now he saw that the Australian woman was smiling at him. Confused, he smiled back.
"Good idea!" Deja said and scooted in even closer.
"You smell really good today!" Rhiannon said.
"Doesn't he though? " Deja agreed, bending forward and sniffing deeply, then leaning back in her
Before Levi could think of a response to that, Rhiannon put her nose right against his neck and sniffed.
"Oh wow!" She exclaimed and sat back, stroking her inner thigh and giggling.
"I've been talking to much," said Deja, scooting her chair even closer and leaning forward to place a hand on his knee. "What do you think we should do, Levi? I bet you have really good ideas!"
"Mmhmm!" Rhiannon agreed, scooting in to claim his other knee. "You should tell us what to do, Levi. I know I'd do just about anything you wanted me to do."
Deja giggled and agreed. Leaning forward like that Levi couldn't help but notice her tits. He tried not to stare but a glance was impossible to resist. How could this possibly be happening? These two gorgeous women were flirting with him shamelessly in the middle of class. The way they kept sniffing him made him think it must be the cologne, but how was that even possible?
"Do you like my boobs, Levi?" Deja asked. "I noticed you noticing! "
"Oh, uh, sorry!" He said, blushing furiously.
"You don't have to be sorry!" She said. "I want you to like them! I can take my top off if you want. Should I?"
"I... uh..." Levi exclaimed, looking frantically around the classroom.
"Levi likes my legs," Rhiannon interrupted, grabbing his hand and placing it on her bare thigh just below her white shorts. "Don’t you, Levi!"
Half his blood was in his face and the other half was in his cock. How was he still alive?
"How is your project going?"
Levi looked up to see Professor Paulson was standing at his shoulder, the 40-something historian looking down in disapproval. Levi knew he should remove his hand from the Australian soccer player's thigh but his hand refused to budge.
"It’s going super, Professor Paulson! " Deja said. "Levi is a natural leader with lots of great ideas! We're just going to do what he tells us to do and everything will work out great!"
"That doesn't..." the Professor said, then sniffed. "What is that smell?"
"It's Levi, Professor!" Rhiannon explained. "Doesn't he smell incredible?"
The older woman bent down and sniffed deeply.
"Incredible..." she agreed. "Just incredible..."
"Uh... thank you, Professor..." Levi said.
"You can call me Ina," the professor said. "Did you know you're my favorite student?"
"Of course he is!" Deja said. "How could anyone not just adore Levi!"
Professor Paulson... Ina?... giggled and started stroking his hair.
It was at that moment that Levi became certain that the mystery cologne was some sort of love potion leaving women who smelled it on him euphoric and helplessly infatuated with him.
That left him questioning what he should do in this situation.
Levi looked at his two gorgeous classmates and not unattractive professor, all three smiling at him adoringly and overwhelmed with a desire to do anything he asked them to do. He knew he really shouldn't take advantage of this situation.
He also knew he wasn't possibly going to talk himself out of it. And the rest of the class was starting to stare. He needed to explore just what they were willing to do somewhere with less of an audience.
"Hey, um, Ina, since I'm your favorite student, can I ask you a favor? " he asked the professor.
Ina Paulson blushed and tittered.
"Of course, Levi!" The historian exclaimed. "What can I do for you? You only have to ask!"
"That's really nice of you, Ina!" He said and crooked a finger for her to lean in closer.
She gladly did so, sniffing deeply again. Bent over like that Levi had a clear view down her blouse. Prof was racked!
"It's kind of loud in here with all the groups," Levi pointed out. "Could our group meet in your office for the rest of the class period? Please?"
"Oh! Oh, well, of course!" She exclaimed. "Let's go!"
"No, Ina, you would stay here and finish class," Levi said. "You just give me the keys to your office. You trust me, right?"
"Of course trust you, Levi! " she declared, inhaling deeply of his scent again. "I just want to be close to you!"
"How about this, Ina," he said, putting a hand on her arm and squeezing reassurance. "The girls and I will work on our project in your office until class is over, then I'll wait for you there and you can give me some private tutoring. I'd be ever so grateful, Ina! I imagine a mature woman like you could teach me all kinds of things, couldn't you!"
His professor started hyperventilating she was inhaling so deeply.
"Teach you.... teach you so much..." she agreed.
"Give me your keys, Ina," he commanded.
"Yes... keys... happy to..." she agreed and staggered back to her desk in the front of the classroom, Levi keeping his encouraging hand on her arm, Deja and Rhiannon following close enough to smell him.
The professor handed over her keys and, with one more assurance that he'd wait there for her after class, she sent the work group off to her office.
In the hallway, Deja stood on his right and Rhiannon stood on his left and both girls lay their heads on his shoulder and inhaled as he wrapped his arms around their waists.
"You're so clever finding us a private place to... work, Levi," Deja praised.
"Yeah..." Rhiannon agreed, pausing to nuzzle his neck. "Now we can be really loud. If we need to be. And we might."
Levi figured it was safe to slide his hands from their hips to their asses. He was reassured when they both giggled then sniffed.
He briefly wondered how long it might take Professor Paulson to recover from smelling him and if she was going to kill him afterwards. But the feminine flank flesh in his hands assured him it would be worth it, no matter what happened afterwards.
Once in their professor's office, the enamored women waisted no time in showing just how willing they were to express their new found adoration. Rhiannon immediately kissed him, her tongue tangling with his as she pressed her athletic body against his.
Deja said "I believe you were interested in seeing my tits, Levi!"
He broke off his kiss to see the dark haired woman had stripped to the waist.
"OH my god!" Levi exclaimed, "Those are incredible!"
"I'm so glad you like tgem, Levi! " she exclaimed. "They're alk yours! All of me is all yours!"
She started dancing seductively, showing off her body, pledging it to him.
"I've got tits too, you know, Levi," the Australian soccer player reminded him. "Though some blokes tell me my mouth is me best feature.
Levi tore his eyes away from Deja to see Rhiannon was also topless and on her knees.
"Oh wow!" Levi exclaimed.
"Of course, you can come wherever you like," she assured him, jiggling a tit. "I just want you to know how much I appreciate your attention!"
"I'll do anything for your attention too, Levi!" Deja reminded him. "Anything and everything!"
She slipped her thumbs in the waistband of her yoga pants and slid them along with her panties, down around her ankles.
"Oh, you can pound my pussy too, Levi!" Rhiannon assured him, rushing to remove her shorts. "And I never took it up the bum before, but I would for you!"
"Oh yes! My ass is yours!" Deja assured him, wiggling her curvy posterior temptingly.
Levi's head was spinning. Was it possible to have too much of a good thing? As much as he had fantasized about having two women at once, the logistics were breaking his brain!
"I... I.., " he stammered.
The two naked women looked hopefully at him, then at each other, communicating wordlessly. Deja shrugged and the two of them approached him in synchrony.
"We don't want you to feel conflicted, Levi," she told him.
"We just want you to feel good!" Rhiannon agreed. "As good as you make us feel!"
They both leaned in and sniffed deeply, then sighed blissfully.
"You don't have to choose between us," Deja assured him, grabbing the bottom of his shirt.
"We're happy to share you," Rhiannon said, undoing his pants.
And then he was naked too and the two gorgeous women were kneeling in front of him, licking at his throbbing cock as he leaned back against his professor's desk.
Levi stared down in delirium as they fellated him in tandem. They seemed to be enjoying it as much as he was! He remembered he had spritzed his crotch with the mysterious cologne. What would actually ingesting it do to the young women?
After a few minutes, Rhiannon stopped licking his junk.
"Crikey, this if great! But I really think we should fuck him, don't you Deja?" She proposed.
"Oh god, yes!" Deja agreed. "Lie down, Levi! Rhiannon can ride your incredible cock while I sit on your face!"
Levi found himself caught in a whirlwind of lust, unable to resist. Was the cologne affecting him too? Whether it was or not, he soon found Rhiannon's hot wet cooze was throttling his dick while Deja's glorious gash was smearing his face with her hot juices.
They all came at once.
The professor found them in a panting, naked pile on her office floor.
“Oh thank God you're still here! I couldn't wait any longer so I ended class early!” Ina exclaimed and started undressing, not batting an eye at the the naked and thoroughly fucked condition of the students in her office.
Levi had meant to reapply the cologne before she got there, in case the effect was wearing off, but it quite obviously wasn't.
“Wow, Professor! I had no idea you were so racked!” He exclaimed.
Ina giggled and leaned forward to show off her jugs.
“You like these?” The besotted academic asked. “Cuz they're yours! All of me is yours! You don't mind sharing him, do you girls?”
“Of course not, Prof!” Said Rhiannon sitting on the professor's desk dripping spooge from her snatch.
“He's too much man for just one of us!” Deja agreed from where she sprawled in the corner, toying with her left nipple.
“Oh good!” Ina said, freeing her full jugs from the bra that had bound them. “I wouldn't want you two to resent me having the biggest titties in Levi's harem!”
“Oh wow!” Levi exclaimed, mostly at her tits but partly at her acknowledgement that he did, in fact, have a harem, at least until the stuff wore off. At that point, he figured he'd probably be going to prison, but that was future Levi's problem! Right now, he was going to feel up his racked professor.
As he groped her glorious globes, she leaned in and sniffed his neck, then sighed.
“You still smell really nice!” She exclaimed. “It's not enough to make me your horny love slave anymore, but it's still yummy!”
Levi froze mid-fondle.
“Wait,” he said. “You knew about that?”
Ina giggled.
“Of course, Silly!” She said, grabbing his hands to encourage him to keep squeezing her big tits. “I've been teaching for nearly two decades and never started wetting my panties over a student before today. After that one deep sniff, I knew I'd do anything for you, things I never did for my ex despite all his begging. I'm not an idiot. I knew that didn't just happen, especially when the same thing was obviously happening to the girls. You two knew what was happening, right?”
“Oh sure!* Rhiannon said. “Hell, I'm a lesbian!”
“And I don't care for white boys!” Deja chimed in. “It had to be some kind of mind control! But feels so fucking good!”
“I Know, right?” Rhiannon Agreed. “Rationally, I know I should be fitting it, should be totally pissed at the violation of my free will and all, but I just can’t seem to care! I'm happier than I could ever imagine and I hope it never wears off!”
“Amen, Sister! “ Deja agreed.
“I… I had No idea you were a lesbian,” Levi said, feeling a flash of guilt and then realizing how foolish it was in light of all the other things he should be feeling guilty about. “You and Deja should make out.”
“Oh hell yeah!” Rhiannon exclaimed.
“Great idea, Levi!” Deja said. “Tell me I'm bi!”
“You're bisexual, Deja!” He grinned. “You really love eating pussy and you and Rhiannon are as attracted to each other as you are to me!”
“Mmm!” Rhiannon said, hopping off the desk and stalking Deja. “Why would I ever resist ?”
“You may need to make me bisexual too, eventually,” the professor said, bringing his attention back to her so he noticed she had removed her glasses. “But for right now, I believe I promised to teach you something. And since you seem to really enjoy the twins, I wonder if you've ever been given a titty fuck.
“N…no ma'am,” he confessed.
“Ina,” she reminded.
“No, Ina,” he said. “But I'd really like one!”
“And I'd really like to give you one!” She exclaimed. “First step is to lube up the jugs! There are better options, but slobber is the most fun to apply.”
“Slobber?” He asked.
She giggled, grabbed the back of his head and shoved his face into her cleavage. Levi now understood the assignment and proceeded with the necessary num-nums as his professor praised his work and enthusiasm.
He probably would have continued with his face between her tits until he passed out from lack of oxygen, but Ina pulled him out and said “Time To lube the star Of the show.”
She sank to her knees and cleared her throat. His eyes were locked on his kneeling teacher despite the distracting muffled moans behind him. His cock was fully erect again from the face plant.
Ina’s eyes twinkled with mischievous delight as she opened wide and deep throated his cock without hesitation or preamble. Of all the things he hadn’t seen coming, he hadn't seen that the most. The professor recognized she had dumbfounded him and seemed inordinately proud of the fact, then bobbed her head along his shaft for a few mind-blowing cycles. Had he not already done so with the girls several times, he probably would have shot his wad right then. Happily, he held off and Ina removed him from her mouth, glistening with her saliva, and set it, tip up between her tits, still glistening with his.
“There’s other positions we can do this in,” she explained, as she took her glorious globes in her hands. “But acting submissive to you on my knees like this is just really turning me on. I hope that's alright.”
Levi gave incoherent approval and his professor proceed to ruab her tits along his cock, praising his junk, promising to be his devoted fuck toy for ever and ever, and then begging him to cum all over her until he did.
Rhiannon and Deja then crawled over to lick her clean without Levi even telling them they should.
It never did wear off. His harem knew it was strange and unnatural but they didn't care. He had told them that it was unintentional and they believed him, because they believed everything he told them, but they also made it clear they wouldn't have cared if he had done it to them on purpose.
In fact, one they learned he still had some of the cologne left, they encouraged him to expand his harem. Really, he'd be doing them a favor!
Deja’s mother was the first they talked him into recruiting. Rani had gone on a rampage when she learned her daughter was fucking Levi. She just didn't understand… until she did.
And once he had given in to making Deja's family l5ife less contentious, it had been hard to argue with Ina about bringing her daughter Tegan into the club. The 22 year old was never going to accept her mother dating a man younger than herself otherwise and beside, Ina pointed out, it solved another potential problem. If anyone at the university asked why her student was so close to her and spending so much time at her home, well, it was because he was dating her daughter, of course!
Everything totally above board!
Levi really did have to draw the line on seducing the entire women's soccer team for Rhiannon, no matter how cool an idea she thought it was. She had to be satisfied with just her coach, Jane.
Where the cologne came from, they were never sure. One of the chemistry professors in the building where he found it was arrested for drugging his lab assistant, but she eagerly testified against him. Levi couldn't imagine any of his harem doing that.
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Carter sat in the hall outside the elementary school classroom. As a single father to seven-year-old Emma, he always felt a bit out of place at these parent-teacher conferences. Today was particularly important. Emma's grades had been slipping, and he needed to understand why.
"Mr. Mills? Please come in," a warm voice called from the classroom.
Carter turned and his breath caught. Mrs. Judd was not what he'd expected. She was perhaps thirty-five, with dark hair pulled back in a severe bun, and glasses perched on her nose. But what captured his attention was the impossible fullness of her chest straining against her conservative blouse. It was almost comical, the way her breasts seemed to defy gravity and common sense.
"Please, have a seat," she said, gesturing to the small chair opposite her desk.
Carter sat, trying to maintain eye contact but finding his gaze drifting downward again and again. As she spoke about Emma's reading comprehension and math struggles, he could only focus on the way her breasts moved when she gestured, the subtle strain of buttons against fabric.
"Mr. Mills? Are you listening?" Mrs. Judd asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Sorry, yes. Just worried about Emma," he lied, fumbling in his pocket for a pen. He pulled out a sleek silver pen with a decorative tip, something he'd picked up at a convention months ago. As he pretended to take notes, he noticed something peculiar about the pen's tip. Tt seemed to catch the light in an unusual way, creating a tiny rainbow pattern.
Without thinking, he began idly tapping it on the desk while Mrs. Judd continued talking about Emma's potential. Each tap created a small flash of light that seemed to make her eyes flick towards it. Her words began to slow, as she talked. And eventually, her eyes stopped flicking away after each flash.
"You have very... beautiful eyes," Carter found himself saying, surprised by his own boldness.
"Thank you," she murmured, her voice softer now. "No one's ever said that before. They always..."
She stopped herself before identifying the part of her body that men always noticed first.
He leaned forward slightly, pen still creating its mesmerizing patterns. "You know, I've always admired teachers. So dedicated. But sometimes... don't you feel unappreciated?"
Mrs. Judd blinked slowly. "It's true. The administration doesn't really support us..."
"But surely at home," Carter offered, tapping the pen slower. Making her eyes want the light. Making her want to chase it. Making her want to offer herself for what he was withholding.
"My husband... he doesn't understand the pressure. He thinks I have it easy. Summers free and all that."
"Such a shame," Carter continued, his heart racing as he realized what was happening. "A woman as... remarkable... as you deserves to be appreciated. Desired."
A faint blush crept up her neck. "That's... inappropriate."
"Is it?" Carter asked, tapping the pen more deliberately now. "Or is it just honest? I find myself... quite attracted to you, Mrs. Judd. I can't stop looking at your big, beautiful... eyes."
She stared at the pen, her breathing shallow. "Mr. Mills...," she protested weakly.
He stood up, making sure to keep the tip of the pen in the sunbeam that streamed through the blinds. He moved around her desk, holding it so close to her eyes as he began to whisper in her ear.
"You called?"
She sighed as his free hand rubbed her neck and shoulders.
"Imagine if someone saw you as you truly are. Not just a teacher, but a woman. A passionate, desirable woman."
"You... You should go," she whispered, but made no move to stand.
"Before I do," Carter said softly, leaning close, "I want you to think about something. Think about how it would feel to be truly wanted. To be appreciated. To have a secret that makes you feel alive."
He clicked the pen right in front of her, and like a snap of the fingers, her eyes slammed closed.
"Imagine me, Mrs. Judd, at your beck and call. Imagine having a man who could give you all the pleasure that your husband denies you. Imagine letting me show you the right way to shed the stress of your day and your job. Even just once a week."
"Show me..." she breathed, nipples hardening through her shirt and bra. "Please..."
"Thursday evening. Meet me at the Starlight Motel on 87."
"Yes, Mr. Mills."
The pen clicked again, and her eyes flipped back open. Carter was standing from the seat that he'd taken at the beginning.
"That you for explaining that all Mrs. Juggs," he said with a wicked smile. "I'm sure Emma is in good hands."
She opened her mouth to correct the vulgar slip of her name, but the sudden dampness in her panties stopped her. All week, she kept hearing the name echoing through her mind. Mrs. Juggs. Mrs. Juggs.
And when Thursday, when she knocked on the door to Carter's room, she was determined to be Mrs. Juggs all night.
"I've never cheated before," she admitted, her hands trembling slightly.
"Then it's time for a new experience," Carter said, pulling the pen from his pocket. "What do you truly want, Mrs. Judd?"
"I want... I want to feel wanted. To be seen as more than just a teacher and wife." She swallowed hard. "I don't want to be Mrs. Judd with you. I want to be Mrs. Juggs."
"Then show me. Show me the slut that's been hidden for so long."
She nearly tore off her top, letting her massive tits spill out into the dim light of the seedy motel. "Better than my eyes?" she asked, squeezing them and groping them for him.
"Much better."
They were in his mouth when the first text came through. Mr. Judd asking when she'd be home. She ignored it. The second text came as she was unzipping his pants to free his hardened manhood. But as she wrapped her perfect tits around his shaft and bounced them up and down, the phone finally rang.
"Put his mind at ease," Carter said with a smile as he clicked the green button to answer.
"Hi babe!" she chirped as Carter's cockhead disappeared and reappeared in her cleavage. "Sorry I decided to stay late to finish some grading. I mean to text and I forgot."
Carter could hear the muffled voice of a man dismissively replying. He was getting close watching her lie for him. Lie about him. Lie to her husband while she was on her knees for him. And as she began to say her goodbyes, he gritted his teeth and shot ropes of cum across her face.
"Ah!" she yelped as shot after shot landed on her nose and cheek and lips. "Nothing, nothing. I just knocked over my pens."
She knelt there with the phone pressed between her head and shoulder, his cock shrinking between her breasts, his cum dripping off her face.
"I'll be home soon. I love you, too." She hung up. "I can't believe I let you do that."
"Admit that you're wetter than you've ever been in your life, and it can just be the beginning."
She climbed onto the bed and spread her legs. "See for yourself."
His cock began to twitch and rise again as she fingered her pussy through her panties. Panties so wet you could see right through them.
"Now are you going to fuck me like you promised, Mr. Mills."
"I am at your service, Mrs. Juggs," she said as he climbed on top of her.
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