[F] – Mirror Monster – Part 8 – Final [Fsub] [bd] [nc] [sci-fi] [Tentacles]

Later that night Taylor and I met outside the gym each of us dressed just like we would if we would actually be heading inside for an actual workout. It was nearly 8pm, and the crowd at the gym was slowly starting to die down, but there were still a number of people using the weights, treadmills, and other equipment. Entering the gym with my membership card, I kinda hoped that those people would leave soon. The gym was open 24 hours a day, so I wasn’t expecting it to be completely empty, but maybe enough so that me and Taylor couldn’t be heard by the other people.

Thankfully Taylor knew one of the guys that worked behind the counter during the day, and she was able to convince him that we needed the large open room with the mirror for a private class we were holding. Wandering towards the back of the gym and towards the large mirror I glanced over my shoulder a few times making sure no one was paying attention to us. We managed to slip into the open room and close the door behind us, and each of us breathed a small sigh of relief looking at the mirror seeing it was completely normal. I honestly had no idea when this would happen, or that we were even at the correct place. But all we could do now is wait.

Timebenders 2: Channel-Surfing, Chapter 10 [timestop nc mf]

Jeremy’s fingers itched.
It was a sensation he hadn’t felt in a long time. Sitting in the quad, waiting for Pete to show up with his remote, he couldn’t help but look around him at all the potential for fun and mischief. The pockets he could pick, the secrets he could learn, the girls he could have.
Granted, he still had the best girl there was at home, his Princess safe in her tower. But he missed the fire that used to burn in her, and he knew he would see it in some of the girls walking by if he looked.
Part of him started to worry. What if Pyotr didn’t show? What if he did, but he refused to give back the power? What if he turned it over to a professor or the authorities? Jeremy had avoided “playing” with the remote since Mr. Stevens, but he still needed it to keep up the petty thefts that kept him and Petra comfortable, and he felt naked without it.
Pyotr wasn’t the type, he told himself. He was a friend, a true bro. And the potential in him… if Pete could figure out why and how the remote worked, then maybe he could help Jeremy go back. Help him change things for the better. Make Petra fall in love with him the right way, early on. Make sure her father never abused her, never had to be killed.
He had to be killed, of course. It wasn’t an accident. Well, it was. But it was necessary. Jeremy sighed. All he needed was a few changes. And Pete could make it happen.
About the fifth time Jeremy went over the same facts in his head, Pyotr showed up. Jeremy grinned. “Pete!” he exclaimed. “How’d it go?”
Pyotr looked excited but exhausted, like he hadn’t slept in days. “It is amazing,” he said, setting the box containing the remote on the picnic table between them. “I will admit, I thought you were pulling on my leg when you told me the story of this thing, but truly it is incredible. It has advanced my theories years by eliminating false leads…”
Jeremy nodded. “That’s what I’d hoped.” He leaned forward and reached to slide the box toward himself, fighting not to just yank it jealously to his chest. “I’m glad you had fun.”
Pyotr nodded. “That is one way to certainly put it.”
“Pete,” Jeremy said, looking around and lowering his voice. “Did you happen to do any human testing?”
Pyotr looked down at his hands, but the flush of redness in his ears told Jeremy all he needed to know. “You did!” he said, grinning again. “My man, you gotta tell me what you did, and to who!”
“It is… not so big a thing,” Pyotr said, looking embarrassed. “I just tested some delayed response to stimulus.”
“Heh. Stimulus. I’ll bet.”
Pyotr chuckled. “And maybe watched a girl with her boyfriend.”
“Just watched?”
“Mostly.”
Jeremy laughed, reaching over to clap Pyotr on the shoulder. “My man! That brings back some memories. Ah fuck, it’s been a long time since I used this thing for fun like that.” He opened the box, breathing a little sigh of relief when he saw the remote inside, then pulled it out and started reconnecting his time-glove.
“So that is why you always wear glove,” Pyotr said, watching him. “I had heard you were burned somehow on your hand.”
“Yeah, I let people think that. The glove is a lot quicker to use, and less conspicuous.” He took Pyotr’s hand and stopped time with a gesture, leaving the two of them alone in a silent and frozen world. Popping his ears, he smiled. “So, any breakthroughs yet?”
“Yes and no,” Pyotr replied with a sigh. “I am pretty certain that I know what is happening when the button is pressed. Or at least, I have a good idea. But why and how the button does it, I do not know. It should take a particle collider larger than this school and a nuclear reactor to create this effect, and even then only for a moment and around a single positron. Obviously, that… controller is none of these things.”
“Yeah, that’s about what I figured. I checked the insides, and it’s identical to a regular remote, aside from some of what looks like burn marks on the board.”
“Burn marks? Show me.”
-*-*-
Pyotr wanted to laugh. He stood up and offered the microscope’s eyepiece to Jeremy.
“What am I looking at?” Jeremy asked.
“What does it look like?”
Jeremy shrugged. “Kinda like a city, with skyscrapers and stuff.”
Pyotr nodded. “It looks that way. It is some sort of tiny… something. Circuits, power, whatever. All in the tiniest size. I believe there is circuitry all through those structures. Thousands, millions of connections.”
“What could do that?” Jeremy asked.
“Nothing. It is all too small.”
“Come on, let’s get something to eat.”
-*-*-
Pyotr sat in the cafe with Jeremy, eating sandwiches they had taken from behind the counter. It had seemed a little immoral to him to simply take what they wanted, but Jeremy had dismissed his concerns with a wave of his hand.
“What you’re doing is more important than petty profits in overpriced cafes, Pete,” he’d said. “Scientists need to eat so they can make discoveries that benefit all mankind, don’t they?”
The logic was difficult to argue with, and Pyotr had to admit that he hadn’t had much food or sleep lately, spending what felt like a week in and out of stopped time running experiments and learning everything he could by observation.
“So anyway,” Jeremy said, taking a sip from a soda he’d taken. “If nothing could have made the remote, then how can it exist?”
“I do not know. Any tool made by man is too clumsy at that level. Whoever – whatever – made this thing, they have command of forces I have not heard of.”
“Like the mind?”
Pyotr raised a brow. “How do you mean?”
“The man who had this thing before me could stop time without it. He used his mind, I think.”
Pyotr thought for a moment. “That… makes some sense,” he said finally. “If a mind could command the forces that control time itself, then surely it would be able to rearrange something as simple as atoms.”
“Damn. So it’s hopeless? We can’t make our own?”
Pyotr grinned. “Not at all. The very fact it exists means it can be done. Ours may simply be a little bigger.”
Jeremy slammed his fist on the table in celebration. The sound it made echoed deafeningly in the silent cafe. “Fuck yeah!” he shouted. “Oh man, this calls for a celebration. Here, put this on.”
Pyotr took the glove that Jeremy was handing him. “What is this?” he asked.
“Radio control, my man. Wired to mine. It’ll be like we both have a remote.”
“Very nice,” Pyotr said, pulling the simple black glove over his hand. “Thank you, my friend.”
Jeremy waved his hand. “That’s just to pay you back for being cool about all this. When I say celebrate, I mean… hmm… her.” He nodded toward the cafe’s till. The girl working there was familiar to them both; she was half the reason to go there. She was shorter than them both, so standing across the counter they could easily see the tight cleft of her cleavage, which was usually visible; the top few buttons of her uniform would have flown off if she’d tried to close them. She had wavy, dark brown hair, and just enough make-up to make her acceptably pretty without making her seem like she cared about looking pretty.
“The lunch girl? What of her?”
“Come on, Pete,” Jeremy said, standing. “I know you’ve always wondered.”
Pyotr stood and followed him. “Wondered?”
“What size they are!” he said, climbing over the counter. He started unbuttoning the girl’s top, exposing the overflowing black bra she wore and the top of her midriff. He took a step back and gestured for Pyotr to come closer. “Come check the tag!”
Pyotr hesitated. “Jeremy, I do not know if this is alright to do.”
Jeremy scoffed. “Come on man, she’ll never know! Just one peek.”
Pyotr shrugged, walking around behind the counter. “I suppose one peek would not hurt her.”
Jeremy nodded. “Exactly. So?”
Pyotr stepped behind the girl. Carefully, he slid the shirt off her shoulders. Her skin brushed his fingertips, and he was surprised at how warm she felt. He pulled the shirt down further, exposing her smooth, pale back. He could smell her perfume when he leaned in to read the tag.
“Well?” Jeremy asked.
“Thirty-four… double D.”
Jeremy grinned. “This I gotta see. Pop it.”
“What?”
“The clasp.” Jeremy moved around and reached to undo the girl’s bra, then pulled the straps off her shoulders. “I wanna see these things.”
Pyotr was a little conflicted. Granted, he had watched the girl, Ashley, but that had been for Science. He was testing her responses to his interference. This was recreation.
On the other hand, it was also recreation when he jacked off on Ashley’s face. And neither she nor this girl – Kat, her nametag had said – would know about it. Pyotr walked over next to his friend.
Jeremy took a breath and slowly pulled the bra away from Kat’s skin.
Pyotr had never seen a woman stripped in frozen time. Ashley had stripped down without his help, and the rest of his time had been spent studying the science of the thing, not fooling around with women. So when Kat’s breasts were freed of their bondage, he was a little surprised not to see them burst forth in a surge of flesh. Instead, they stayed in place, almost perfectly round, with a clear indent where the top of the bra had been. Her nipples, tiny bumps in the middle of wide circles of dark pink skin, were pushed flat into the sea of her bosom.
Jeremy chuckled at Pyotr’s dumbfounded awe. “Yeah, it’s always weird the first few times. I still get a little skip in my chest whenever I see a new girl.”
Pyotr tried to look less shocked by the whole situation. “They float,” he said. “Of course they do.”
Jeremy smirked. “Yep.” He reached out and poked Kat’s breast twice, then pressed the side of his hand against it. Pyotr couldn’t suppress the chortle that came when he realized that there was now a smiley face in the girl’s right breast, with her nipple as its button nose.
“You are terrible,” he said. “She will feel that.”
“Sure, but it won’t bother her. Hell, she might even enjoy it.” He pinched the nipple and drew it forth, rolling a finger around it. “You know how they react, you played with one.”
“I… yes. I did touch her, to test how she would react.”
“And?”
“And… she clearly felt very good.”
“Exactly,” Jeremy said, pulling lightly on Kat’s other nipple. “Think of it as a gift. A tip, for being such a good server.”
“A tip.” Pyotr was suddenly very aware of his erection. “Everyone likes a tip.”
Jeremy nodded, pinching both nipples again and rubbing his fingers back and forth along them. “Think that’s enough?”
“I think we should be careful,” Pyotr said, plucking Kat’s bra from the air where Jeremy had left it. “Here, put it back on.”
“One sec,” Jeremy said, stepping back and pulling out his phone. He snapped a picture, then took the bra from Pyotr. “You know, we could leave the bra off… but I think she’d freak out.”
“Just put it back, will you?”
“Yeah, yeah.”
-*-*-
A minute later, relatively speaking, the boys were sitting at their table again, looking in Kat’s direction. She stood at the counter as before, looking bored. Jeremy gave Pyotr a wink and started time.
Kat doubled over with a little shriek of pain, clutching at her chest. “OwowowowowOW,” she said, gasping and using her forearms to subtly rub her apparently aching nipples.
“Whoops,” Jeremy said quietly. “Guess I pinched too hard.”
“You guess??”
“Shhh,” Jeremy hissed. “It’s not like I was trying for that. She’s probably just sensitive.”
Kat stood up straight again, looking around to see if anyone had noticed her problem.
“You alright?” Jeremy called.
Kat turned red. “Yes, thanks. Just… stubbed my toe.”
Jeremy turned back to Pyotr. “Wanna see something real funny? Watch her.”
Pyotr watched. A customer walked up to her, setting some items on the counter to purchase. Kat rang them up on her till, then turned to the man to take his money.
She stuttered a little, almost losing balance, as her big, suddenly braless breasts bounced down inside her shirt. They were firm enough to stay pretty perky, and even from where he sat, Pyotr could see the shape of her nipples through the thin fabric.
The customer clearly saw the same thing, but stayed polite and handed over his money. He was clearly fighting not to stare, which was even more difficult when Kat’s breasts suddenly bounced up at him again. He thanked her and retreated quickly without his change, heading briskly out of the cafe.
Jeremy was biting his hand, trying not to laugh. On the table next to him sat Kat’s stolen bra. Pyotr felt himself blushing again, then felt a little pang of worry as he realized that Jeremy could freeze time without bringing him along.
There was a sudden sort of shift, and the bra was gone. Jeremy sat in a slightly different position, smiling at him. Pyotr looked again at Kat, who was peeking down her shirt at her now returned bra incredulously.
“Aw man,” he said, “that gets ‘em every time.”
Pyotr shook his head, unable to suppress a smile. “I must admit, it is amusing, but an abuse of this power.”
Jeremy shrugged. “Nobody got hurt. It’s fine. What good is power if you don’t explore it?”
Pyotr was about to say something when Jeremy stood up and tossed something to him. “Come on,” he said. “Fuck, I missed this.”
Pyotr stared down at the panties that his friend had tossed to him, then at Jeremy, then at Kat. “You are a terrible person,” he joked.
“Maybe, but I’m a terrible person who knows how to live.”
“This, I cannot deny.”
-*-*-
Jeremy leaned on the cold brick of the main school building, looking up at the stars. Every now and then, a tiny green light would flash on the edge of his vision: his glove, receiving a command from Pyotr’s remote uplink. “Good man,” he said softly.
Pyotr was a genius, and he would almost certainly figure this thing out. But the way he was now, there was no way he’d let Jeremy use it for selfish means. Hell, he almost hadn’t let him have fun with Kat at all. Not that he could have stopped it from happening; the moment Jeremy laid eyes on those big, fat tits, he’d wanted Kat. Wanted to touch her, see her, and use her. To take out on her the frustration of living with a shadow of the woman he really wanted, the living ghost that Petra had become.
Oh sure, she let him fuck her anytime he wanted. But her heart wasn’t in it. Try as he might, in over a year he hadn’t been able to make the fire-haired Goddess fall in love with him and forget about how he accidentally killed her father.
Things would be different when Pyotr made him a proper machine. He would go back, make Petra fall for him. She would cum every time she saw him if that was what it took to trick her mind into releasing those chemicals. And when she loved him, she wouldn’t let her father touch her, and Jeremy wouldn’t have to kill him.
Jeremy’s thoughts were interrupted by the faint ringing of the bell over the cafe door, over near the other end of the building. Kat walked out, then turned around to lock the door and abruptly stopped moving as Jeremy triggered the command to stop time.
He sauntered over toward her, in no particular rush. It had been a year and change since he’d done anything like this, and he intended to enjoy it. He let his eyes wander over Kat’s body as he approached, appreciating the curve of her chest, the slight arch of her back when she’d bent forward to key the lock, the equally voluptuous shape of her ass in those tight black pants she wore.
He reached out as he approached, touching her back and shoulder and making her stand up straight. She was still wearing the button-up shirt of her cafe uniform under a gray cardigan, which Jeremy immediately began sliding off of her shoulder.
He ran a hand down her side and up again, admiring her figure. Another thing Petra didn’t have was a lot of extra flesh. She had been a track-and-field girl before, thin and powerful. In the many months since she’d become his, she had wasted away a little, cut her hair short, and just generally not filled out or made efforts to be feminine. Kat, on the other hand, had a round ass, great tits, and dark hair that spilled over her shoulders like water.
Jeremy unbuttoned her shirt, opening it further with each button, exposing once again the bra that held her incredible tits up and together and the pale skin of her midriff. She wasn’t a skinny girl by any stretch of the imagination, but neither was she fat; she was at that thin edge where a girl could be “thick” but still look healthy, and it made Jeremy’s dick stiffen in his pants immediately.
After the last button was open, Jeremy moved on to Kat’s pants. He unbuttoned and unzipped them, then stopped and laughed. There they were, the panties he’d stolen and given to Pete. Which meant that his friend had stopped time after he left and returned them to her.
Of course, it also meant that he’d stripped her down and seen her body. Jeremy was a little proud of the guy. He’d lose that pesky moral hang-up fast.
Jeremy pushed the pants down and off, letting his fingers trail over Kat’s legs as he went. He left little impressions, canals in the flesh of her thighs, where he touched her. The shoes had to go as well, so when he stood up again Kat was dressed only in matching black socks, panties, and her bra.
Jeremy looked around, taking off his own shirt and pants. He wanted to do this right. Perfect, the hill in the middle of campus was almost devoid of bodies. He put an arm around Kat’s waist, lifting her off the ground and pushing to float her over to the grassy hill.
It was a warm night, and he felt great with the air on his skin, even if there was no wind. His feet left shallow prints in the soft grass, and the light from the moon and the streetlamps shone on his new toy’s skin.
That was what she was, after all. For the time being, Kat was Jeremy’s personal plaything. He pulled her down to the grass and sat next to her, pulling his dick out of his pants and using one of her hands to stroke himself while he got comfortable.
He pulled Kat on top of himself, biting her neck once, leaving a perfect impression of his teeth. “Mine,” he said, shoving her downward. Making her lay between his legs, he lowered her head down and slid his dick between her lips.
Jeremy moaned, pushing Kat down deep until he could feel the back of her throat. From his angle, with a slight tip of the chin, it looked like she was looking lovingly up at him while she serviced him. He took her head in his hands, guiding it up and down slowly, savoring the wet warmth of her tongue, the gentle tickle of her teeth along his shaft, and the way her narrow throat teased, promising even more pleasure if he would just push a little harder.
Instead, Jeremy pulled her up and rolled her over on her back. He straddled her ribcage, rubbing the tip of his cock against the underside of her cleavage like he was teasing her pussy.
Her flesh parted to let him in, so he pushed forward, sliding his cock between Kat’s big, pillowy tits with a groan of pleasure. Kat started unblinking up at him, mouth wide, but with gentle pressure to her chin she was soon smiling up at him. Go ahead, she seemed to be saying with her eyes. Enjoy me.
The bra – a size too small, in Jeremy’s opinion – held her together. Her breasts squeezed his dick as he pumped balls-deep into them, holding her shoulders to keep her in place.
The only sounds on the hill, hell in the whole world, were Jeremy’s breathing and the slap of his hips and balls on Kat’s flesh. Both increased in speed, as Jeremy drew closer to his inevitable release.
“Oh yeah, baby,” Jeremy breathed, “your tits feel so fuckin’ good. I bet you love doing shit like this, don’t you, you whore, you- nnhg!”
Thrusting harder, Jeremy started cumming hard. His load streamed out, heavy and thick, filling the air between Kat’s tits and her chin.
Jeremy pulled back slowly, panting and rolling over next to her, waiting for his heart to slow. Then he looked at her and laughed.
There was cum plastered over Kat’s collarbone and between her tits. Even more hovered threateningly over her, ready to launch itself forward at any moment.
Jeremy gently tipped Kat’s face down toward the load, then started time. The cum splashed onto her skin, and she gasped in shock at the vertigo of being moved and the sudden sensations of being stripped, fondled, and used in the space of a millisecond. Pausing time once more, Jeremy took another picture of her for his records, then leaned back on the hill again to take a nap.
When he awoke, nothing had changed. Kat was still lying by his side in her underwear, covered in cum. He was still dressed only in his shorts with his cock hanging out the front.
Well, not exactly hanging. It seemed he was already back in action. Jeremy got up off the grass, moving down to where he could lift Kat’s hips in the air and sliding her panties down off of her once more.
He really hadn’t taken the time to admire her pussy before, a simple little opening beneath a smoothly-shaved mound of flesh between firm, thick thighs. He took the time now, rubbing a finger along the length of her slit before kneeling between her legs and lowering Kat’s ass to the grass once again.
He lifted her torso enough to unfasten and remove her bra, then used her panties to scrape some of his cum off her face. The look of confused shock was still frozen across her features, and it suited him just fine. Jeremy reached down and pressed himself to her entrance, slowly pushing forward.
Kat’s puss opened easily to Jeremy’s pressure, letting him ease the tip of his cock inside her. She was hot inside, just moist enough to let him slide through, and he fed inch after inch of himself into her until he could feel her womb with the tip of his weapon.
He took a moment to savor the sensation of her wrapped around him, but only a moment. There was no need for a slow build-up with his plaything, no need for endless foreplay. She was his to use, and use her he would.
Drawing back, Jeremy thrust in again. Kat had already loosened up from his first passing, but she still felt gloriously moist and warm, and the look on her face as he fucked her was perfect. He braced on the ground with one hand, using the other to grope at her tits while his thrusts pushed her body into the flattened bed of grass. His cum glistened between her tits, betraying her as the well-used whore he’d made of her, and his mind spun into fantasies of her, brainwashed into servitude, begging for more of his cum to satisfy her cravings, desperately trying to please him with her body.
Jeremy pulled out and turned Kat over on her front, straddling her thighs. He spread her ass cheeks and lined himself up, pushing slowly into the tiny opening of her ass. It was even tighter than her pussy had been, but he was able to force every inch of himself inside her.
Kneeling there in the grass, with both hands on her hips to steady her, Jeremy fucked Kat’s asshole mercilessly. Memories flooded back to Jeremy: using Natalia Wexler, fucking Sarah Stevens’ thighs right in front of her husband, teasing a MILF at a campsite, cumming on a bitchy woman in a bank… it was the greatest feeling there was. The power, the pleasure, the ocean of flesh awaiting him at every turn. And he’d denied that just because of a stupid accident.
Jeremy slammed down into Kat’s ass so hard he could almost see the shape of her hipbones. He shoved the flesh of her buttcheeks down and thrust in again and again, but she was loosening up too much for him to be really happy with it.
Pulling back, Jeremy moved down a couple inches and shoved himself into Kat’s still-gaping pussy. Then he pulled her out of time, making her come to life face-down on the grassy hill with her head pinned under his palm.
He didn’t hesitate a moment; as soon as Kat’s cunt tightened around him, Jeremy started fucking her once more, driving down into her cunt like a hammer. She squirmed and pulled at the ground and kicked at the air, but all that did was make her ass, thighs, and pussy squeeze and rub him more as he forced himself again and again inside of her.
He thought she might be screaming or crying, but he wasn’t sure, because his own primal growl of pleasure blocked her out. He slammed down again and again, each time grinding into her as he felt his cum begin to shoot up into her womb.
Finally, spent and exhausted, Jeremy froze Kat again and collapsed on top of her. He could feel his cum inside of her, filling her passage and ready to leak out of her well-used hole.
Pulling out slowly, Jeremy sighed in relaxation. He had needed that more than he’d realized. Needed to feel like a King once more, like the world served him and his whims. He used Kat’s panties to clean his dick off again, then slid them back onto her, along with her bra, although he made no effort to clean up the cum on her tits or in her pussy.
He was tempted to just leave her there, but thought better of it. Best not to draw too much attention to himself. Instead, he went back down the hill for their clothing, dressing first her and then himself.
-*-*-
Kat finally caught her breath enough to scream. She pushed off the ground and rolled onto her ass, sitting in the grass and looking around. There was nobody on top of her, nobody holding her, and she was fully dressed. Footsteps moved swiftly toward her.
“Hey, are you alright?” a voice asked. She looked up. It was that guy from the cafe before, who’d seen her have that weird seizure or whatever.
Kat swallowed and nodded. “I… think so?”
The guy offered her his hand. “Can you walk? I saw you were napping on the hill when I walked by before, but then you screamed, so I came back as fast as I could. Do you need some help?”
Kat shook her head. “I think I’m okay,” she said, grabbing his wrist and letting him help her to her feet. Her knees were shaking, and her insides felt sore, but otherwise she seemed to be okay. Could she really have dreamed all that? “Thanks.”
The guy smiled. “No trouble. I can walk you home if you want.”
“No, I think… I think I’m alright,” she replied.
There was a sudden sensation of vertigo, and Kat whimpered at a shooting pain in her nipples. “Are you sure?” the guy asked, looking concerned.
“Yeah, I can make it. I just need to rest.”
“Alrighty. I’m Jeremy, by the way. I’ll see you around.”
“Yeah. I’ll seeya.”
-*-*-
Kat sighed in relief when the door of her apartment closed behind her. She stripped down, leaving a trail of clothing on her way to the bathroom. She was about to get in the shower when she felt a squish against her thigh, so she detoured to the mirror.
She looked exhausted, for sure, but more than that, something was wrong. She leaned in for a closer look.
There was something between her tits, dripping down now that she’d tossed away her bra. Something shiny and sticky. And she felt some more of the same on her thighs.
She looked back at her panties on the floor, covered in sticky white cum that she’d thought was just her imagination, and her knees fell out from under her.

[F] – Mirror Monster – Part 7 [Fsub] [bd] [nc] [sci-fi] [Tentacles]

Taylor was already waiting at a table by the time I got to the small cafe she had texted me about. I had been attempting to contact the monster the entire time during my car ride but it didn’t seem to answer the way it did earlier. And now that I thought about it, it really only seemed to talk when I was really horny. I had a hunch that it’s ability to talk and control me had something to do with that.

Entering the cafe I found it to be a fairly dark setting. There were private tables scattered throughout the small room that allowed for people to have private conversations. The lights were dim, and the walls were made of a dark brick that sort of set the mood for the place. The floor was a dark hard wood, and only made the place see more cozy. I could see why Taylor picked this place. It had no mirrors on the walls but would also allow us to talk in private without other customers listening. I went towards the back of the cafe and saw Taylor sitting in a small booth by herself with a coffee in front of her. She looked uncomfortable. Her face was strained a little, and she kept fidgeting shifting back and forth in her seat. I could see her jaw clenching as if she was trying to endure something. I didn’t even have to ask what was wrong. I already knew.

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I got home from my weekly poker game (drinking on Mondays make them so much more bearable) around 11:00, and when I got home, she was still awake.

After a little bit of small talk, she tore my shirt off of me, but it wasn’t her night to take control; Daddy came home on a mission.

As she straddled me, I began to choke her, softly at first, but the harder she bounced on my dick, the harder I wanted my hands around her. One hand feverishly rubbed her clit as she rode my cock while the other hand choked her to stifle the sounds of ecstasy from waking up the rest of the people in the house.

After she came, I gave her a minute of recovery time before throwing her forcefully off of me and flipping her over like a piece of meat. Pushing her face into the bed, I started to pound on her from behind. As she bit into the pillow to stop from screaming, her soaking wet pussy withstood my barrage of hate-thrusts.

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Tuesdays in Chinatown [MF] [bd] [Mdom] [swing]

She couldn’t take him to meet her parents. After all, he was black, and her parents were 1st generation Chinese. They would never accept a black man in their house. But he wasn’t really black, not a deep chocolate black. He was a yellow nigger, a Mandingo half breed with enough white blood mixed in that when you saw him you may pass him for Italian or German or something. But what he missed in the skin color department he made it up in bed.

But he wasn’t just black, he was married. He was her forbidden fruit and she could wait to take a bite of this apple every time they met, in a shady hotel in Chinatown. They were mismatches in many ways. She was five foot one, he was six feet tall. She barely weighed 100 pounds soaking wet. He was 200 pounds easy. He was muscular. She was frail. And when they first met and their eye locked, she could see a fierceness in his eyes, and he saw a kind and playful pet.

[MF] Becoming My Landlord’s Pet [Part Eleven]

The vehicle jostled and bounced and took on potholes routinely. Had I known better I would swear Michelle was purposely driving erratic to make the bells adorning my pup gear jingle as we made our way throughout town. Upon my collar as usual, I was outfitted with more bells dangling from the clamps on my nipples, and the white lace that wrapped itself around my chastity and balls was outfitted with ribbons and bells. I had to look *presentable* as my landlord put it, before promptly being shuffled outside and into the cage that she had set up in the back of her large sport utility vehicle.

I could make out the sounds of rain and figured Michelle would only be this brazen with this public display if it was dark out. Sightless, I could not tell if we were simply doing loops in a parking lot, or if we were actually in traffic. Nonetheless my cock sure didn’t care, as I dripped furiously as I was reminded to stay on all fours throughout our errands. I had been locked for a week at this point, and aside from removing the cage for hygienic purposes in the shower (under the watchful eye of what seemed to be a completely bored Michelle) was packed away 24/7.

[F] Things I want to do

I really want you to do things to me. Kiss me back with passion. Not being afraid of pulling my hair or shoving me onto my knees to suck you off.

I told you my love language is Service, let me Serve you and please you.

I originally thought you were a sub. Too shy to admit things. Oh, so badly do I want to wrap my fingers around your neck and choke you while teasing you, just the tip while your bound to a chair. I want to put my feet onto your face while I tell you how much of a dirty fuck pig you are for liking me putting my feet on you. Spit in your face, use you for my pleasure, blindfold you and bind your feet up into the air while I fuck your ass with my strap on and tell you how much of a fucking slut you look.

I want to take you out into public with you wearing a collar and leash being pulled by me before I pull you over my knee and spank you for being a bad boy. I want to be strapped to the cross and whipped in public by you while shamelessly moaning and asking for more.

Sweet Release [Mf] [Blowjob] [Bondage] [Dub-con] [Very Slight Fdom]

About five years ago, between the fourth and fifth semester of college, I had a bit of a problem with money and paying rent. Thanks to a friend who worked at a nearby country club, I was put in contact with several middle-aged and elderly couples who were interested in cheap, off-the-books cleaning and maid services, and who did not mind having a half-Latina college student working for them part time. It was not a glamorous job by any stretch of the imagination, but most of the people I worked for were rich, very rich, and their concept of money was entirely alien to me. Aside from the pay, which was fairly decent, I received a lot of little gifts, mostly food and snacks, and most of them were content to simply leave me alone and let me do my job without interference. Of course, there were a few anal-retentive housewives among them, but overall, I was able to simply go about my business, listening to music while I cleaned up their multi-million dollar mansions. Being myself from a low-middle class household, their splendor and extravagance never ceased to floor me– but that’s besides the point.