The most prominent sound in the room was my own panting. Just like in my dreams, Miss Jessica had the spotlight. It shone through the big window to the left, as if this was all planned to coincide with the full moon or some goddess like Aphrodite was her stage director.
My wrists tugged at the restraints as I fidgeted under Miss Jessica’s looming presence which saturated the air around me.
“What do you want, Hunter?” She whispered in my ear, making my whole body shiver. I lost it when I felt her teeth nibble at the lobe and her tongue swirl around inside. I didn’t move too much, though, since my ankles were bound too.
“Gahh…I want your pussy, Miss Jessica.”
“Mmm…don’t you love the teasing, though?” She kissed down my neck, aggressively at first, and then sensually, before licking her way back up my chin and then locking her lips onto mine for a split second.
“Fuck…” I whimpered, pressing my hips upwards as if I might accidentally, finally penetrate her.
“Hmm? Are you gonna be a good boy and answer my question, Hunter?”
“I love your pussy more.”
“Then let me hear you beg for it….”
I felt her slip my head between her slit and grind it back and forth with her hips.
“Ugh…fuck.”
“Beg for it, Hunter. Be a good little pussy whipped boy and beg for it.”
“Fuck. Fuck! Please, Miss Jessica. I want your pussy.”
“You want it?!” Miss Jessica wasn’t entertained.
“I need it….”
“Oh, now he needs it….” Miss Jessica patronized me. “Well, you know how to get it.”
Her hips kept grinding. I could feel the beads of wetness dripping down my shaft as it slid along the entire length of her pussy, just like it did outside at the pool.
Miss Jessica bent down so that our noses were nearly touching. She took my chin between her pointer finger and thumb again and looked into my eyes.
This was the moment Miss Jessica’s lessons started clicking. I didn’t just see lust in her eyes- I saw sadism. I saw succubus energy. She was getting off on torturing me, dominating me, watching me capitulate and bend to her demands, confessing things I would never admit if not under duress, all because of the power she held between her legs.
I was in my lizard brain. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t control myself.
So this was my penance, my lesson. It was all ultimately for my benefit.
The torture was the point.
“Beg.”
Now I realized the intention behind all this. All at once, this was a reward, a surprise, and a punishment. She was confusing me into thinking they were one and the same, and I was in chaos because of it. There was no order to my thinking- what was left of it, anyway. My only remaining function was desperation.
“Please, Miss Jessica. Please…”
“Please, what? I don’t even know what you want….”
“Please give me your pussy, Miss Jessica. I need it.”
“Aww..we can do better than that.” She adjusted herself and grabbed me again, positioning me right at the opening of her slit. Knowing I was capable of more and fully intent on getting what she wanted out of me, she allowed the tip of my cock to go inside.
“Oh…fuck.” I moaned, tears nearly escaping my eyes from the torment.
“Show me how pussy whipped you really are, Hunter. Show me how much my pussy already controls you, and I’ll slide down the rest of your cock right now.”
“Fuck. Please, Miss Jessica. I need your pussy.”
“I don’t believe you, Hunter. Do you really, truly believe pussy is the most powerful thing in the world? Or were you lying to me?” She interrogated me, sliding down just a millimeter more.
“Fuck. Yes. Yes, I believe it. I swear, Miss Jessica. I wasn’t lying.”
“I hope not. Because good boys don’t lie.” Miss Jessica reminded me. “Good boys give me what I want, and I want you to beg. I want you to cry for my pussy like a little baby. You’re my pussy whipped little slave now, and I’m going to make sure you know it.”
She dropped another millimeter. It was shocking how much control she had over her movements.
My body was numb from the excess oxygen, and I was getting lightheaded, but Miss Jessica had a point to prove. And by god, she was going to prove it.
Her entire hand snagged onto either side of my face, and she forced me to look at her.
“Beg me, Hunter. Or I’m taking it away for good.”
“Please. Please give me your pussy, Miss Jessica. Please. Please!”
That still wasn’t good enough, though, and then tiny little bit of her pussy that covered my head left me. Miss Jessica got up, and I officially lost all hope of ever being the same.
“Fuck! No!” I shouted- screamed and cried, really- flailing around as much as I could like I was throwing a temper tantrum. “Don’t take it away, please! I’ll do anything! Anything!! I need your pussy! Please!!”
“Yes! There’s my good boy.” Miss Jessica triumphantly matched my energy, crawling back on top of me. “Now that’s more like it.”
Finally, I felt Miss Jessica’s entire pussy engulf me. It was sopping. It was warm. It was softer and smoother than any satin or silk I had ever touched.
And it rode me slowly, letting every inch of me go all the way in and all the way out until that wet dream became a reality.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ye5bjo/miss_jessica_f45_makes_me_beg_m19