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Forced to Have Sex With Another Man

Forced Homosexuality & Cum Drinking

Her black strap-on dildo around her waist bounces slightly up and down almost as if it was real. The fake balls that do not move nor as soft as real ones mostly cover her sex as does the round ring where the leather belt joins to hold her cock. Still, I can see how heavy her lips are with desire. Except for the strap-on, she is nude and beautifully glowing…

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Slave Boy Toy’s Evening of Bondage & Torment

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“Step into the tub now baby.” She instructed him as she busied herself at the sink with a large enema bag. “Now relax my pet, this is nothing more than a good cleaning coming and the reason is I do not want you messing up the toys I have for you.” Calmly he faced the wall and assume a slightly bent posture, knowing what was coming. Sure enough…

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It was so hard to be quiet. Cherry knew she needed to stifle her moans; her roommate was right on the other side of a very thin wall, after all, and Cherry didn’t exactly know how Lynda would take it to find out that the first-year college student who dressed so modestly and barely spoke up in classes had discovered the world of lesbian hypnosis porn. It didn’t seem like it would go over well–Lynda was in her third year, getting close to starting her graduate studies in psychology, and Cherry had a vague and inchoate notion that mentioning to Lynda that her field of study made Cherry’s pussy leak would be a touch disrespectful. So she decided to keep the brave new world she discovered on her phone to herself… and that meant shutting the fuck up when she was scrolling through her feed.

It wasn’t easy, though. Cherry had discovered a lot about herself in the last six months of adult freedoms, and one of the biggest things she’d learned was that she was a bit of a screamer when she came. The apartment above theirs was blessedly unoccupied, but whenever Lynda was actually home Cherry didn’t even dare touch her own cunt for fear of getting lost and distracted and overwhelmed and finally cumming so hard that Lynda wouldn’t be able to avoid hearing it. She just lay there, naked on her bed with her legs spread, grinding her flat chest and stiff nipples against the rough sheets and daydreaming about how hot it would be if her roommate did find out about her hypnosis fetish.

Because Lynda could really do it. She could really hypnotize people, Cherry had even tried it herself on a few blissfully foggy occasions. And if the stories were true–and Cherry read some real blogs from people who were in real relationships with an actual goddamn hypnotist–then the possibilities were limitless. She could brainwash Cherry just like all the women in her favorite porn, make her see and hear and think and experience a world carefully curated to make Cherry a submissive lesbian sex slave. She could be in the room right now, adjusting her biggest and thickest strap-on and getting ready to pound Cherry’s dripping cunt while the younger woman stared helplessly at the spirals on her phone.

God, that was so hot. That was always Cherry’s favorite fantasy, the one she kept returning to every time her screen made her mind sluggish and horny and foggy with arousal. She could practically feel it by now, picture in every vivid sensory detail what it would be like if Lynda crawled onto the bed behind her and sank that big thick silicone shaft deep into her soaking pussy while she stared vacantly at her phone and convinced herself it was all just a silly, sexy daydream. She could hear the choked whimpers coming from her own mouth, a desperate effort to stay quiet from a woman so deeply programmed and controlled that she still thought she needed to keep quiet even though the person she was trying to conceal her arousal from was right there in the room with her, fucking her with thrust after thrust after relentless, overwhelming thrust. She could, she could c-c-cum–

Cherry let out a loud, helpless squeal of ecstasy. Her eyes glazed over, the phone slipping from her nerveless fingers onto the mattress. But Lynda wasn’t done fucking her yet.

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