Karin

Memory Lapse. Lifting her ponytail, the technician plugs a cord into the base of her skull. “Try to relax, okay? I’m just going to start by indexing your memories.” The girl fidgets in her chair, nervous about the invasive procedure. She tries to make small talk as he scans through everything she remembers of her childhood. “So, uh, who usually gets this done?”

“Eh, you’d be surprised. Sure, people use it to forget traumatic events. The majority are contractors. Corpo types fulfilling their NDAs.” The technician’s eyes flicker as he watches her teenage years fast forward. His patient squirms, all too familiar with what comes next. He watches her birthday party through her memories. The group of men holding her down, the smell of stale synthetic alcohol as they each force their way inside of her.

He’s seen it all. Keeping his bedside manner is no issue. A calming, sympathetic smile. “Is that what you’d like to have removed?” She bites her tongue, scared to ask. All the girl can muster is a shake of her head. “No? Something else?” Looking the technician dead in the eyes, she speaks.

“Everything else.”

The man raises an eyebrow. “You want me to remove… all of your memories… except for that one…?” Her nails dig into the chair. She gets defensive. “If you have a problem with that, I can go somewhere else!” He sighs. “It’s your decision. But I can’t remove everything at once. It’ll take a lot of sessions.” The girl relaxes. Still feisty, she huffs at the technician. “Well, get started then.”

Checking over the rude woman’s memories one more time, he configures his program. “I’m going to leave some basic stuff until the very end. How to walk, speak, eat, use transit, things like that. We’ll start with the broad strokes, and refine it from there.” She leans back in the chair. “When you wake up, you’ll feel like it was just a dream…”

The patient talks in her sleep. A common side effect of the procedure. Incoherent ramblings mixed with deep secrets. When he erases a piece, she stops and stutters and starts again. The girl is limp and dazed as he finishes their first session. He unplugs the cord from the back of her head and rests his hand on her shoulder.

“Do you remember me?” He asks. She stares up at him. “You’re a memory technician… I don’t remember your name…” The man smiles and nods. “Okay, good. What day is it?” The girl looks down at his feet. “I… don’t know…” He smiles again. “Perfect. Looks like our procedure went well. Come back here tomorrow.”

A rare trickle of sunlight drifts through the smog. Looking out from the four-hundredth floor window, the technician watches the light crawl across the sprawling city off into the horizon. His patient is late. When she stumbles into his office, she seems lost and confused. “Everything alright?” He asks, steadying the swaying girl.

“Yeah… I just, uh, forgot how to pay for the train… someone had to teach me.” The man strokes her back. “You forgot how to pay for things? How are you going to pay me for my work, then?” She looks confused. He grips the back of her neck. “Here, get down on your knees. You can pay up front.” Sinking to the ground, the girl opens her mouth. She remembers what she needs to.

Taking his cock in her throat, she bobs her head slowly. The technician holds her ponytail and pushes himself deep. Choking and sucking and trying to breathe through her nose, a long strand of drool escapes her lips and down the front of her shirt. “I can delete this for you too.” He grins as he facefucks her. Slipping his cock out from her open mouth, she jacks him off with both hands. “Uh… no… I’ll keep this…”

Seated in her chair, the man plugs the cord back into her head. Her face is covered in his cum. Loading up the program, he sits down next to her. “We have a small problem. You need at least some memories. I can’t take out more until you make some more.” A flash of her old personality comes through in an impatient huff. “That’ll take too long, is there something else you can do?”

“In theory… I can replace them. I have old ones saved from other people. You’ll think they’re yours.” The girl touches her face, feeling the sticky mess he left on her. “…what kind of memories are they…?” He puts his hand on her thigh. “I’ve got some pretty bad ones. Really messed up stuff. Would you like those?” She lays her hand on his. “…yeah…”

Unconscious, the girl twitches in the chair. Her mouth hangs open, saliva and cum running down from the corner of her lips. The technician uploads a personal selection of memories. Once forgotten, they find new life in the young girl’s mind. Her body convulses as he inserts a particularly vile one. He puts his hand down her pants as the program deletes more of her old life.

She’s almost two hours late for her next session. The man waits, hoping she’ll show. When the girl does, her airy expression is almost blank. “What happened to you?” He asks, looking at her ripped clothes under her jacket. “Some guy used me, just normal stuff.” The young lady responds with a giggle. Her panties are missing and her shirt is hanging on by a thread. The technician feels a pang of jealousy.

Groping her tits, he guides the girl to her chair. A dildo sits on the seat, waiting for her. “I’m worried about you. I’m going to microchip you, so I can keep track of where you are. Know you’re safe.” She doesn’t really understand. “Uh, yeah, whatever.” Annoyed, the technician guides her pussy onto the thick dildo. “Looks like you’re still a bit of a brat. Hopefully I can get rid of that this session.”

The girl passes out as the program starts to run. A subdermal injection lets him see her location at any time. He listens to her mumbling as more of her mundane memories are removed. The man runs his hand over her smooth, full pussy as he decides on what to replace them with. A few years from a sex worker at a cheap brothel will suffice. She lets out a soft moan as she remembers one of her regulars taking out his frustrations on her.

Staring out the window, she looks completely lost. “Do you remember me?” He asks, resting his hand on her ass. “Uh… you… you’ve been helping me?” The technician shrugs. “Close enough. You still need to pay.” She remembers that. Bending over at the waist, the girl grinds her bum into his crotch. Unbuckling his belt, he rubs the head of his cock against her bare pussy before lifting it a bit higher.

A grunt and he pushes his cock halfway into her ass. Thinking back across her sexual history, the technician realizes he’s the first to take her there. She’d remember things differently now, but he knew the truth. Working himself deeper, the girl gasps. “…thank you…” Her voice is a breathless, ragged whisper. His cock twitches inside of her tight hole. “…thank you for helping me…”

Grabbing her hips, the technician thrusts hard into his patient. She squeals and giggles. It’s normal for her, now. Pressing her hands against the glass, she pushes back into him. “…thank you thank you thank you…” Gripping onto her ponytail, he pulls her head back towards him. Kissing her neck, groping her tits, fucking her ass. The feral technician ruts into her. “So good…”

“…I’m good…” Her ditzy smile makes his cock ache. A smack on her bare tits makes her laugh. It’s infectious. Overcome with zeal, he laughs with her. A careful push to the floor and he mounts her bum. Driving all his weight into the helpless girl, she keeps her hips high so he can force himself all the way inside.

“Squeeze tight.” He orders. She responds immediately, clenching her ass around his cock. His hand presses against the plug on the back of her head. The other hand pushes her cheeks open wider. “Squeeze tighter.” The technician orders again. She obeys. Her stupid smile glistens in the fading light from the window. “More, you dumb slut.” Thrusting harder and faster, he finishes deep in her bum.

“…thank you…” The girl mumbles as they lie together on the floor. Light pollution fills the small office. “What do I do now…?” Easing himself out of her, the man stands. “Back to the chair for you. We have more work to do.”

She stumbles as he guides her back to her seat. He makes her sit her ass on the dildo. The girl lets out a sigh of relief as it pushes inside of her. The technician plugs in the cord. A quick search of his desk and he returns with a vibrator. “Spread your legs.” He grunts. She opens them wide, letting her calves hang off the armrests. Pushing the toy inside, the girl’s face lights up as he turns it on.

“I thought we were done for the day.” She rubs her clit as he boots up the program. “Not yet. I need to delete something. And add a little more.” The girl smiles at him and plays with her nipples. “Can we fuck again?” He codes a special memory, something deep. “After. We’ll do this first.”

“But I wanna fuck now… fuck my ass like that again… c’mon…” Her voice fades as he sends her into unconsciousness. “Still a brat.” The technician mumbles to himself. “Why can I not get rid of that.” He searches her memory. Finding his target, he deletes it quickly. A few moments later and he uploads his final replacement. The vibrator hums as he waits for the transfer to complete.

The girl stirs again. He stands over her in the dark office. As soon as she wakes, she starts to rub. Squeezing her cheeks, the man forces her to look up at him.

“Do you remember me?”

The girl bursts into laughter. “Of course I remember you!” Her hips rock up and down, working the dildo in and out of her ass.

“I belong to you!”

The technician grins. He kisses her. She moans and rubs and grinds and lets his tongue play with hers. “Can we fuck now? Please? Fuck your property? Really rough. Fuck me up. Please?” A gentle hand holds her by the ponytail and leads her off the chair. “Not yet. I’m going to take you home first.”  The girl pouts. “Ugh… Wanna get fucked right now…” He lets out a defeated sigh. “Still a little bratty, I guess.”

Kneeling on the floor, she tries to suck his cock. He fends off the mindless girl. “Home first. Then I’ll ruin you.” She looks confused. “I don’t remember home.” The technician unplugs the cord. “You haven’t been there before. It’s your new home.” The girl nuzzles her face into his crotch. “And that’s where I get fucked?” He quickly cleans up the mess she left on the chair. “Yes.”

“One last thing. Walk over there and get your jacket.” He points to her clothes lying near the door. The girl almost tries to stand. Like a newborn fawn, she crawls to the jacket. “Why did you crawl? Why didn’t you walk?” He asks, following behind her closely. “I dunno how to do that… can we fuck…?” The technician smiles and helps her cover up.

“Good girl. Let’s take you home.”

it's fun to be helpless :)

it's fun to be helpless :)

it's fun to be helpless :)

Tell me, how does something so simple and nice like this make you feel. As well as this other lovely visual I found.

Hopefully you all enjoy them as much as I do.

Joseph's apartment in New York City sits empty for weeks at a time, and it is a real pain, when he needs to use it, to spend the first day or so there to clean and dust. So, he hired a maid/apartment sitter. The woman was sent by an agency, with excellent references and reviews on her work. It has been a few months since he had hired her, and the woman did keep the place spotless and in good order. He had arrived back in the city late at night, there was a big acquisition deal to be reviewed and finalized in a couple days, and he wanted to be at corporate h.q. a few days before to review everything before the final meeting. It was morning now, and he was in the shower, just standing after stepping out, water dripping from him, enjoying the relaxing warmth for as long as he could.

Joseph's apartment in New York City sits empty for weeks at a time, and it is a real pain, when he needs to use it, to spend the first day or so there to clean and dust. So, he hired a maid/apartment sitter. The woman was sent by an agency, with excellent references and reviews on her work. It has been a few months since he had hired her, and the woman did keep the place spotless and in good order. He had arrived back in the city late at night, there was a big acquisition deal to be reviewed and finalized in a couple days, and he wanted to be at corporate h.q. a few days before to review everything before the final meeting. It was morning now, and he was in the shower, just standing after stepping out, water dripping from him, enjoying the relaxing warmth for as long as he could.

Joseph's apartment in New York City sits empty for weeks at a time, and it is a real pain, when he needs to use it, to spend the first day or so there to clean and dust. So, he hired a maid/apartment sitter. The woman was sent by an agency, with excellent references and reviews on her work. It has been a few months since he had hired her, and the woman did keep the place spotless and in good order. He had arrived back in the city late at night, there was a big acquisition deal to be reviewed and finalized in a couple days, and he wanted to be at corporate h.q. a few days before to review everything before the final meeting. It was morning now, and he was in the shower, just standing after stepping out, water dripping from him, enjoying the relaxing warmth for as long as he could.

She didn't even care what he'd said, or why he'd said it; all that mattered was that he continued. She'd have agreed or told him yes to literally anything when he was pressed that deep into her.

Joseph's apartment in New York City sits empty for weeks at a time, and it is a real pain, when he needs to use it, to spend the first day or so there to clean and dust. So, he hired a maid/apartment sitter. The woman was sent by an agency, with excellent references and reviews on her work. It has been a few months since he had hired her, and the woman did keep the place spotless and in good order. He had arrived back in the city late at night, there was a big acquisition deal to be reviewed and finalized in a couple days, and he wanted to be at corporate h.q. a few days before to review everything before the final meeting. It was morning now, and he was in the shower, just standing after stepping out, water dripping from him, enjoying the relaxing warmth for as long as he could.

@thoughtlessbimbo

Markus didn't remember entering a contest for a years' free maid service, but he wasn't about to complain.

The man had needs, and those needs ended up requiring a massive amount of cleanup.

Still, he was very surprised at the email in his inbox proclaiming him a 'WINNER! WINNER! WINNAR!' in the subject line, or the typo-ridden body explaining how he'd beaten out 'jillions of contestonts' for a free live-in maidnservice for a 'WHOLE ENTIRE FUCKING YEARRRRR!!!!!!' starting on... today's date.

He really didn't remember entering a contest, and certainly wouldn't have purposefully subjected some poor cleaning lady to sharing a one-person dorm room with someone of his... Proclivities. But according to the email, she was on her way, and expected to arrive... in a few minutes???

Her eyes kept rolling back too much as she came, squirting gushes of fluid onto the waterproof screen, for her to check to make sure she was typing correctly.

She'd gotten the okay after all, to start up a contest for work instead of being sold off. Which essentially meant she was given the permission to pick her next employer...and the one who'd be fucking her senseless.

Her fist pumped faster and her back arched, other hand striking at the keys at random, as she moaned. Yesss. That's what she wanted. Someone to fuck her senseless. Shut her brain off. Take control and use her like the pocketpussy she was.

The amount of orgasms they'd force out of her. Maybe they'd make her count how many times she did aloud? Could she count? But it would feel so good. So fucking good to cum consistently and....

The screen flashed blue with a brightness she couldn't ignore just as her fist kissed the entrance of her womb again and she tried to focus through another orgasm. Her body trembling, toes curling, and arching so much she was practically up out of her seat.

"R-read....fhnngggk...read i-it haaaa oh pleassshh aloud." She slurred. Unable to read the screen herself through the euphoric haze.

Your winner has been chosen. Contestant Markus Smith. Downloading details now. Your expected arrival time...is ten minutes.

After the first few orgams she'd forgotten exactly what fake add she'd created to lure out her targets. After the next set of pleasure, she'd forgotten who all she'd entered. And now? Now she didn't care so long as she got to cum again.

So once she'd heard the ringing confirmation of the information being transfered to her phone. She gave a few more pumps of her fist before pulling it free of her inner walls, shivering as what had been stuck behind the dam of her hand was released. Adding to the lake it'd begun creating underneath her.

She had ten minutes. Ten minutes to become presentable...and get to her new destination.

She adjusted her uniform, licked her hand clean, stepped out of her seat. Her juices along the floor splashing against her heels. Giving a glance to her screen to ensure she could at least pick her new master or mistress from a crowd if need be, she was on her way.

----in front of the college--

It would have taken longer if the instant transport hadn't been set up for her work. But as it were, she was there with a minute to spare. Making her way into the lobby and looking around.

Perhaps she'd ask at the front desk how to find her new master or mistress?

She could feel the eyes on her. The roaming of them made her tremble and her cheeks flushed. She wondered if they could see the excitement dripping down onto her white stockings, making them a bit transparent in certain spots. Or the way the imprint of her nipples were beginning to show through her top. Perhaps they could smell just how needy she was.

Those were some interesting stains on her stockings... was she-?

"Wait! Hey! I'm Markus!" He shouted, from nearly the other side of the lobby, running up before this strange woman could do anything too untoward in the place that had the power to throw him out.

He had no idea what their policy on prostitutes was, and he had no intention of finding out, so he was going to try and get this taken care of.

Hopefully before he got an erection from her outfit.

"Are you the maid from the contest?" He asked at a more reasonable volume, his eyes constantly skipping back to her face as other body parts magnetically lured them away over and over again. "Look, I don't know how it happened, but there's been some kind of mix up. I never entered any maid contests... so... you can go?"

There is a moment of hesitation as she spots her new Master rushing over. She wants to pout, her bottom lip poking out as her eyes begin to water. She wanted to cum sooo badly. She was terribly sensitive as it were, just the feel of her thighs rubbing together, putting pressure on that spot that her fingers desperately wanted to press against, made her want to whine.

But, he was here now and she could do nothing without his permission. And he had told her to wait. So with much more self-control than she’d have liked, she dropped her hands to her side and gave a bow. Her breast almost sliding out of her top before she righted herself. The jiggling physics making them bounce more than necessary.

She let him ramble. Her eyes roaming over him. The plainness of his outfit leaving much to be desired, if she cared about that. Which she didn’t. It was the bold and large print at the front of his pants that she cared about. Had her mouth watering and kept her focus as he spoke.

I want to nuzzle my face against it. It’s so big. So big it’d stretch me…so wide. He’d have no problem getting me pregnant with that…I want to feel him inside me. I want to cum. I want to cum while he’s slam fucking me.

It wasn’t until he said she can go, that she finally spoke. Having to swallow twice just to rid herself of the access saliva in her mouth that was threatening to spill out. “There was no mix up. You were entered automatically. You personally doing so was not required.”

“I am yours for now.” She licked at her lips. “I can go to your room now if you’d like.”

Automatically entered? With his full name and address? Shady. Shady as hell. And yet... Yhe sight of her tits nearly making a break for it just from a bow... And all his for a year?

There was no way that costume didn't have at least some implications, right?

"Okay then," he said, swallowing around a nervous lump in his throat. Fuck it. "Follow me, ill show you where it is."

The elevator ride was. Tense. He could feel her staring at him, even as he stated at her. Who the hell was this woman? Had she given him her name? He'd already agreed to host her and use her for a whole year, he couldn't ask her name now!

Eventually, they reached his floor, and when he opened the door to his room she was nearly bowled over by the wave of musk tamhat rolled out of his room. Made up of the smell of sweat and rutting young male and cum, it was evidence of his favored hobby. And if that wasn't enough, the sheer amount of cumstains on literally everything served as a subtle followup hint.

Each fantasy had her hands twitching at her sides. Aching painfully to slide underneath her skirt and petticoat to show him just how eager she was to serve him.

And yet he did nothing. Not a single thing. Just a blank stare and his previous command for her to wait.

For how long? Until they made it to the room? Until he’d inspected her first? Did he want her raving mad with horniness that the second he touched her, she’d cum? It wouldn’t take much of that anyway. She was already so wet and sensitive.

She hoped the second they reached his room, whatever this shyness was would go away and he’d make use of her properly.

However, that thought lasted just up until the door opened and the scent of man hit her nose. The ever exciting smell of musk and…she took in the sight of all the cum stains.

The shift on her face was instant. As if someone had snapped and placed her in a trance. Her eyes glazed over, her mouth opened in pants, one hand coming to rest around her throat while the other rested between her breast, groping the right one despite that.

Cum. His cum. His scent. It was everywhere. So stroooonnng. So damn strong. She couldn’t think. But thinking was for others. Not for her. She wasn’t supposed to think. Just act. Act as he told her. Hnnngg. Yes. Just….

And obediently following to the door.

And then... Decidedly not the usual reaction people had to his dorm room in it's natural state.

"Oh, this is gonna be like that," he said, watching as whatever self-control she had almost entirely dribbled past her lips. All the porn he's watched ran through his mind and his cock jerked against his pantleg, nearly making him stumble. "Get inside."

The command had lost most of it's nervousness, now that he was aware of the game, so to speak. It was still a bit hesitant, but if things went how he suspected they would, that would go away very fast.

As soon as she was far enough inside that he could follow, the door was closed, and his shirt was off. His hands froze over his fly though, and his eyebrows went up as he had a thought.

Before finally she opened her mouth and caught his zipper between her teeth. Placing her hands behind her back and clasping them together, she angled her head in a way that let her begin tugging his zipper down.

His scent filled her nose and she had to keep focus on the task he’d given her otherwise she’d have just kept huffing in his musk. Still her eyes rolled back just slightly as her mouth worked along his pants. Tugging at the fabric, dragging her nose across his lower half, smearing her lipstick along her face and whatever they touched on him.

If she nuzzled her face into his cock, tracing it along the shaft down towards the head, that was certainly just because she didn’t have enough room to continue dragging his pants off without doing so.

He watched intently as she finally caught the zipper in her teeth with a soft click, that alone prompting another twitch just from being so damn hot. He did his best to keep quiet as she worked, biting his lip as she caught a much fresher dose of his admittedly rather potent dickmusk and let her eyes roll back into her skull as she kept on going.

He hoped laundry was on her list of chores, because makeup stains were not that easy to get rid of...

He could feel the warmth of her face press against the veins of his gradually-bared shaft, feel the sweat his dick constantly generated smearing against her cheek.

"God damn," he managed to get out once she was done, his pants around his ankles and his cock resting against the side of her face now that it was free, dripping and drooling enough that he was pretty sure that puddle underneath her was just his. "Good first job... Now clean the makeup smears off of my cock."

If his suspicions were correct, she was only going to leave more smears. Rings upon rings of smears, in fact.

After a while a good amount of drool had built up and was dripping down onto the floor and her chest, smearing along her cheeks and creating sloppy strings that kept her ever connected to the shaft she was currently attempting to clean.

Though, even with her lipstick all but gone, the markings on his cock weren’t. In fact it looked as though what used to be coating her lips was now transferred to every inch of his cock in either smear marks, open mouthed kisses, or kiss marks. The smears were streaked from where her tongue had lapped and licked and attempted to clean as he’d asked.

She didn’t give up however, and kept licking and even rubbing her face against him. Making a sloppy wet mess of her face eagerly. Her insides tightening as her mouth pressed against that thick tip. A whimpered moan escaping as her hands tightened around each other. Locking themselves in place so she wouldn’t slip them between her legs.

"You're an awful maid, aren't you?" he asked as she started just polishing the tip, as if that was helpful, as if that would somehow help with all the countless smears of lipstick up and down his shaft. "Look at this mess..."

He gripped that messy dick with a squelch and pulling it out of her lip with a wet POP before dropping it onto her face, over and over, smack smack smack.

Even worse, when he said to look at the mess she’d made, her stomach flipped and she moaned, her eyes crossing as she tried her best to look at the massive thing that he pulled from her mouth.

She should’ve hated the way her tongue tried to follow after it, how her mouth opened wider for him to shove it back in, or how she managed to pout. Eyebrows scrunching together with a want for him to put it back quickly.

“Ah!” She squealed when he brought it down onto her face instead, her eyes widening and then lowering as he raised it and brought it up again only to smack it back down against her face.

The sharp sting dulled to pleasure with each wet tap and she moaned, all but wringing her hands together to keep from reaching for him.

“Yesh, yesh I-I’m shooo bad.” She whimpered, voice trembling. But there was no fear there, not even a small hint. Whatever was supposed to be there that should make her want to refute, was buried far too deep underneath the want for him to degrade her. Treat her like nothing but something for pleasure.

If the way she attempted to lick at his cock each time it was drawn bad to slap at her face or how her tongue flicked out the corner of her mouth to taste the spit and precum soaked veins closest to it.

“I’m sho shorry! I’ll do better I pwomise.” She sighed.

Then he grabbed her by the back of her head and shoved every last inch of his bitch-breaking cock down her throat.

Fat and long, there was no way for that to be comfortable, even with prepwork and going slow, but this was punishment. He wasn't even going to let her try and acclimate to it before he started thrusting, curling over her head and hammering her face as his cock shoved its way down into her stomach, over and over again, using her esophagus as a cocksleeve.

Normally, Markus was a nice guy. At least, he tried to be, but this maid wasn't for Nice Guys. He could tell that much from how she acted. This maid was for brutal fucking, for taking advantage of, for burying his cock down her throat and then reaching down to smack her ass(which he did). Maybe when he wasn't quite so horny he'd be nicer, but with how she acted... He wasn't sure how 'not horny' he could be around her.

She almost began to whine, would have too, if he wasn't already bringing that thick plump head to her lips, letting her tongue lap and lick it all she wanted. Moans of pleasure pressed into opened mouth kisses along it until she couldn't take it anymore and was sucking it into her mouth. Forcing it to stretch wider than she was used to, but enjoying it all the same, her eyes slipping closed as she came again.

A groan dragging from her mouth, as the sound of her juices spraying from her dripping cunt rang in her ears. It felt amazing. This was exactly what she needed. What she'd been craving, she just needed a bit more...just a little bit m—

Her eyes snapped open, eyebrows raising when she's suddenly gagging. Her throat contracting and her stomach heaving as every last inch of that tree trunk of a cock was slammed down between her ribs.

Tears welled up immediately at the sudden lack of air and the jerk of her body attempting to push out the thing blocking what it was naturally trying to produce. Her nose burned from where it pressed against his pelvis, and with her mouth stretched as it was and her tongue being unable to slip back into her mouth, it hung low enough to lick at his balls. Saliva dripping in globs along the massive low hanging fruit and then onto her breasts, before disappearing into her cleavage.

He gave her no time to adjust to the new feeling. No warning of what he'd do next. Before she felt him curl his tiny frame around her head and begin drawing back, only to slam forward, his balls slapping into her chin while he forcibly rearranged her insides.

It was a punishment she knew. Which meant she wasn't supposed to enjoy it. And yet, with each thrust, she melted into the sensation. A transmission from her lips to her esophagus, to her stomach, to her clit, that had her squirting with each clap of those massive cumtanks along her face.

She wasn't a clean facefuck either. It was sloppy and lewd. Spit and throat muck dredging up and smearing along her face and connecting her to his skin in gooey strings that splattered and splashed with each clap of face meeting pelvis. She couldn't tell if the sounds she was making were moans, sobs, or whimpers. It could have been any with how streaks of black mascara dripped down her face and her vision couldn't stay unblurred. At one point she coughed just as he drew back, that when he slammed forward her stomach lurched hard enough that her throat relaxed in just the right way around his veiny shaft, and she puked.

Yet he didn't stop, and she didn't care. Enjoying the burning sensation of her throat and the mess he was making out of her that she came again. Her entire body tightening up, throat squeezing along his shaft. Her eyes rolled back into her head and if it weren't for the fact that he was using her like a damn fleshlight, she might have passed out. The constant slamming and throat gaping forcing her to stay conscious even when white danced along her vision, and blurred dangerously black.

And even then, he didn't fucking care. With every thrust, every splatter, every lewd wet noise that came out of her, she became less of a person and more of a fleshlight. By the time he finally came, he'd all but forgotten she'd walked in here on her own two feet. Fuckdolls couldn't walk, after all, and there was no way there was a person underneath him.

With a deep groan, his fingers dug into her scalp, digging through her hair and pushing her headband askew, he buried every inch of his cock down her throat and came, flooding her stomach with thick, hot spunk, his orgasm rocking him so hard he felt his toes curling in his shoes and his jaws clench so hard it hurt.

When he was done, he let go of her head and stood up, blinking slowly as his cock only partially-dislodged from her, watching her face.

She hadn't gone limp either, at least not yet, working her tongue along the underside of his shaft, lapping at his balls like a puppy with a bone~

Swallowing around the log of meat, tightening her throat and massaging his shaft with each flex of muscle. Her face was an absolute mess. Smeared with spit, throat slime, vomit, mascara, and tears and who knew what else he'd managed to force her body to create and smear along it. But it was her eyes that gave away to just how depraved she was. That unfocused hazy hue that dulled her usual bright golden eyes and made her iris look like black hearts in the middle of it all. It was as if the lights had all shut off upstairs and she was moving on nothing more than the instinctual need for pleasing.

Eventually the haziness drowned out the sounds of her own sloppy sucking, tingled at her skin like goosebumps, tracing a pattern until it settled against her core. Swirled and bubbled with each slam of his cock down her esophagus. Until it felt like a tornado with nowhere to go and it just had to happen the second he dragged his nails along her scalp, scratching just the right spot that had her eyes rolling back while he forced her nose to his pelvis, his cock plunging all the way down to the base deep inside of her throat. Force feeding her a heavy dose of ball spunk straight to her stomach.

Her body shook, spasmed, her insides twisting and relaxing as the torrent of her pleasure sprayed from between her legs and soaked the floor. Creating a puddle that made her cum again at the feel of it. Eventually, she could feel him moving away. His hands leaving her hair and his cock tugging from the back of her throat with a lewd slick pop but not quite leaving it fully. The pulsing veins of shift along her tongue made her whimper, eager for more. Even if he said he was done...she couldn't think. Couldn't move the rest of her body, aside from her tongue that kept lapping and licking at whatever was close enough for her to taste. While the rest of her went limp, her head held up only by the cock he'd yet to remove from her mouth.

It was enough to drag out a little aftershock of cum, maybe just draining whatever had remained in his shaft, but it had his head rolling back on his shoulders and softly thunking into the door behind him at the sensation.

"Alright, alright off," he said tightly as he started getting overstimulated, placing a hand on her forehead and just... Pushing. Eventually she was far enough away that gravity would do the rest and she'd just slide off of his dick and splash down into her own puddle.

The expression on her face was still hazy, and if anyone else took a look at her, they would have assumed she was drugged. She was, in a sense, just not the way they would think.

It took her only half a second before she was lifting herself up, onto her hands and knees, her face to the ground as she began licking and slurping up her mess. Her core tightening as she cleaned up her mess. Sure that he would give her a new task when she was done.