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Dig Bick

‘I’m Myala. What’s your name?’

‘I’m Sam.’

‘Oh! Hi Sam. Nice to meet you!’

Besides ‘awkward’, how else would a lift-conversation go, when it was the first time both of them ever saw each other, and also learn that they resided on the same floor. While he was in his thirties, with a slight belly, she was, in his little experience, a very attractive Indian girl with an alluring, fair complexion.

As ‘stimulated’ as he was, he knew better than to have high, or even any hopes at all. She was after all, his neighbour. The small talk didn’t last much longer once the lift stopped, and the pair simply made their way to their respective gates.

‘Is anyone at home right now?’

A normally-unusual question didn’t seemed that way then, since they could literally look into each other’s home.

‘Nope. Not until.. 10pm?’

‘Oh. Mine too. But much later. Do you want to come over for dinner? I’m cooking for myself anyway.’

Her offer, couldn’t have came at a better time, especially when his dinner plan was instant noodles, with some freshly-chopped onions.

‘Could I?’

‘Yeah sure. I’ll leave the door open.’

Sam then took his time to set everything own at home, took a shower, and reappeared at her house in comfortable t-shirt and shorts. Thankful for his subpar cooking skills, the duo managed to whip something up, and gobbled them up as quickly too.

Over dinner, he learnt that she had just turned twenty, having just graduated from poly. Her ‘availability’ was largely due to her ongoing job hunt, which she did not want to rush so she could enjoy some down time too. As a white-collar, Sam had ample topics to talk about, solely gaining her attention from how passionate he is in his work.

After the hearty meal, she invited him into her bedroom, where there was ‘air-con’. It wasn’t until about ten minutes later, did he ran out of things to say, but she had other ‘topics’ in mind.

Still clothed in her office attire of a white-top and black skirt, he had lots to see, as she slowly unbuttoned her shirt to reveal more of the lacy, white bra he had caught sight of a long time ago. Her top, was on her shoulders when she slipped her skirt off, giving his eyes an unfettered view of matching lingerie, covering vital areas of her bronzed self.

That make-or-break moment came when she turned her back towards him, and tied her long, blonde-highlighted hair into a ponytail.

‘Would you like to help?’

Right after a gasp escaped his lips, he reached under her shirt and went straight for the (bra) buckle, snapping them off in a pinch. Her panties though, were off-limits, at least until he was butt-naked.

There was not a second of hesitation once she positioned him at the edge of the bed, quickly dropping to her knees and took his nervousness away. Beginning with a kiss to the tip of his cock, Sam was plunged into a daze as he watched how her lips parted around his manhood, sliding down in short strides while she lathered saliva over where her tongue could reach.

By the time she reached his balls, his eyes were tightly shut, but mouth gapping for air. It was a pity that her grins of confidence went unnoticed, but she wasn’t entirely helpless about forcing his eyes open again. Making long, slow strokes along his cock, he was soon caught between wanting to watch her, and needing that life-draining rest badly.

The teasing gradually made way for some regular, affectionate blowjob to get him ‘up to size’, though she could hardly tell from her continuous suction on his member. When he finally had enough, it was the ‘ache’ that actually overwhelmed him.

‘I.. do you want to go further?’

A fiery, spiteful ‘uh-huh’ with her lip-bite immediately sent him into a frenzy, urging him to sprawl her over the bed, on her chest. In a blink, her legs were spread apart, and he was just a few seconds away from his rightful position.

Now, as some of us would know, this particular position has its own challenges, namely the depth that a cock can go (or reach). Myala too, was aware of such an obstacle, but had perhaps gotten a little too complacent when he guided his cock into her.

That sharp, upward curl of his dong neatly slid right into her pussy, wet from the moment she laid eyes on him in the lift. Forceful as he was, she was swiftly left breathless, and panting for air as he let loose on her. Sam himself, was in a mood of his own that drove him fast and deep into the female friend he just made.

Jabs after jabs, not only was he growing bigger, he was literally pillaging her to her limits. That fierce, insatiable chugging of her pussy with sheer meat-power, easily overpowered her hesitation to climax in front of him, easily sending her to the heavens before the outward pulls create little voids that brought her back (to reality).

Growing weaker with each passing orgasm, Myala has turned into what she promised herself to never do – a dead fish, but definitely excusable under suchy unique circumstances.

‘FUCK! I’M CUMMING! I’M no.. no.. what the.. ‘

A sudden change in mood left everything in a standstill, but not without reason too. It was only a matter of time did he realise what he was doing to her, though she was in fact, enjoying every second of it. That glimmer of respect that he always held women in, had faded for that few minutes, and it irked him a lot.

‘Hey.. are you ok? You know.. you can keep going.. I’m enjoying my.. ‘

‘No. Not this way. I’m just.. I don’t mean to be rude but, I’m just fucking you. That’s not how I envisioned it to be.’

Feeling a little confused, she understood what he said, but they had done too much to stop right there. Picking herself up from the bed, she got him to lie on his back, and mounted onto his cock with a elated look.

‘I just want you to know, that I sincerely enjoyed that, no matter what you want to call it.’

With that off her chest, she interlocked their fingers and went all out, grinding that tender soft mound up and down his groin. It would be her first time, to see someone so pleased and grateful for her effort, that she was achieving climax as well.

A few minutes of intense cowgirl-riding later, they both came at the same time, filling her pussy full of cum that would require some attention since she wasn’t on any birth control. But beyond that, they were just savouring that precious moment, up till the instance when she checked the clock.

It was, almost 10pm.

The pair then quickly got dressed, and returned everything to normal before he went home. That night, they texted each other to sleep, after making the necessary arrangement to get her a morning-after, and contraceptive pills for known reasons.

For days to come, they would have sex in whichever available apartment, though some action took place in their common stairwell too.

An unusually-large dick, meets an adventurous, exotic wild girl, what could get better than that?

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Darkest Days

By the fourth day, and the umpteenth number of cane-marks across my skin I had dutifully maintained prior to this trip, my mind was slowly breaking down to the inevitable fate of what they were going to put me through again. From the window they didn’t bother to cover, I could see miles, and miles of lush, green grasses, with tall, grand trees that dotted the fields.

I could no longer feel the chains – much. I had caused the very scars by my futile struggles to break free, and being in such a sorry state would only hinder my running, if I ever found the chance. Outside the white, intricately-carved wooden door, children’s laughter and mindless gigglings could be heard, to only bring more hopelessness to my plight.

How could I be, that close to cheerfulness and yet be so miserable? There wasn’t any way to tell which footsteps was whose, but when everything went quiet, it was only one pair that could come in any contact with me. Unlike all home-doors, the gap under this particular one was blocked, leaving my fears to be awakened by the loud, harsh bolts that were unlocked one by one, from top, to bottom.

‘How are you feeling today?’, he asked. And I knew better to give him any other answer, than ‘good’. When she sat down the metal tray of scrambled eggs, bacon, toast, and orange juice, my mind went blank. It was blank not from how nasty looked, or would taste, but what was in it, in all of it.

‘Eat up’, he spoke in the most casual voice, like it was all normal. But I couldn’t resist the hunger anymore, especially not after a horrendous night of gastric pain.

As soon as the last bolt was fastened, I scurried to the tray, and used the plastic spoon to scrap everything into my mouth. Parched as I was, the glass remained tipped for five seconds longer than there was any liquid left in it.

The ensueing quietness, then reminded me of the monstrosity again, of a mindless, needless numbness that lured me into bed. I wasn’t going to hurt myself by letting me fall. It would cause unnecessary bruising.

No longer than fifteen minutes later, the door opened once more, to the familiar, smiley woman who was introduced as his wife. Young, slim, petite, almost model-like. Standing behind her as she walked into my prison, he made sure that she had checked the restraints, the empty tray, and my level of mobility.

Once all was in place, he shut the door just far enough to leave a gap, and yelled for her to ‘enjoy yourself’. When she lowered the only piece of clothing I had on me, a pair of boxers, I was already up, and definitely disinterested.

There was nothing for me to do, except to imagine her to be someone else, while she stroked my dick, whispering sweet nothings to it. Although I was numb, there were still sensations down there, for some mysterious reasons. Her lips would still make me gasp, and her tongue easily overwhelmed my urge not not moan.

‘Ready dear?’, another needless question forced me to turn my head sideway, as she climbed over my groin with two fingers splitting her pussy apart. I have often wondered, if she had shaved for this particular encounter, or was it for someone else, like him?

Entering her, was like going through a XL-sized condom, though she was more ‘flexible’ that when she rubbed her clit, I could feel something. Something. That light ‘grasp’ only caused her more exhaustion as she had to keep going, on and on, emotionlessly, for about ten minutes before I showed any signs of orgasm.

It couldn’t be helped, that she finally relented, for the fourth day in a row, to swap her pussy for a handjob until I was about to cum. Only then, would she sit back on her ‘throne’, and receive my cum she so graciously failed to fuck out of me.

Still, at the end of it, she gave me a smile, and thanked me for my ‘hard’ work. Like parents leaving scraps for their children, their daughter, aged twelve, was next. Despite how girls her age would look (immature) from where I came, she had long, flowing blonde hair, figure as slim and curvy as her hourglass mother.

Sure, her waist was tiny as any underage youth would be, but that mound was impossible not to stare at.

‘Hi! Don’t mind me!’, that bright, clueless voice just beeped as if it was a good day. Without hesitation, she climbed between my feet and bent her chest over my cock, swiftly catching my twitching cock in her hand to give it a careful, gentle handjob. Faced with firm, jerking, hanging breasts, I got a little distracted, at least until her mum, and dad entered the room.

‘Remember, don’t let your teeth touch it yeah? It will be bad if there is blood’, to which she responded with assuring nods. Seconds later, she parted her lips and engulfed my cock in heat, further pleasuring me when she adjusted her mouth.

Up, and down, she went without the use of her tongue – at first. ‘Put your tongue under his cock, and watch his face’, that unexpected challenge hardly faced any resistance when I squinted my brows together, giving them sort of a constipated look. ‘Wow! You managed to get his attention! Keep going. Deeper if you can’, her mum continued spurring her little girl on with this sick task, to which she certainly passed.

About three minutes later, mummy helped her up and verbally guided her to sit over me, though she did more of a ‘squat’. Not to be too domineering, little girl was asked to spread her labia as wide as her fingers could split before lowering herself, down to the tip of my saliva-covered member.

It was almost unbelievable, when I saw her taking controlled breaths like she was giving birth, as her pussy lips widened around my girth. The doubtful frown quickly changed to a delightful grin, followed by the smooth descend down my cock.

‘Alright! Good job girl!’, it was her dad this time, to ascertain her move. As soon as she started moving her hips, the parents left, for her to flash a different, more menacing grin at me. She actually went up to my ear, and whispered, ‘I have been practising, secretly with my sister’s dildo’.

Keeping up the ‘squat’ position, she slammed her hips up and down my groin, pushing and pulling her pussy as rapidly as she could manage. Although the initial ‘tightness’ was gone, it has changed into a slippery, yet comforting ‘clench’ that was coincidentally – very effective.

However, as all ’round two’ are, it took some time, as long as fifteen minutes for her to revive any life in it, no matter if I was already in the mood or not. The second explosion, was certainly bigger, and likely more forceful, hearing how happily she shouted for her mum to ‘come look’.

Expended and deflated, I fell asleep for a short while, until another older girl, seemingly more sympathetic, showed up by my side. ‘How are you doing?’, she asked, in the first, genuinely concerned tone since I have been there. ‘Alright, I guess. How are you related to them?’, it was the only rightful question to ask, knowing that I wasn’t too far from any controversial answers.

Right at that moment, mum busted through the door, with a cane in her hand. It was a crazy few minutes as she lashed it out at the unfamiliar girl, striking across her body like she was a pest. Amidst the angry screams and continuous degrading, mum finally gave her an ultimatum.

‘Take off your panties, and fuck him. NOW!’

The speed that blonde-black haired girl tore off her clothes were unmistakable. She too, knew better than to sing the other tune. With a pussy smoother than any of them, she sat on my belly before sliding her ass backwards, accurately tucking me into her lady part, that was strangely – wet.

For the first time, she rode me in the manner that all guys fantasised about. Ass sliding along my groin, both hands on my chest, head flinging down and up, and the exasperated look of containining her otherwise wild moans. The tension I felt within her, was as natural as it could get, contracting every few seconds from particularly deep strokes.

Unlike the previous two, I took just five minutes, to cum under the on-going waves of pleasure. That ‘silent scream’ had clearly went unnoticed as mum whipped her back to keep her moving. Over the short period she rode me, I had cum, and regained another erection that was stiffer and more undying than ever.

That girl, she came too, a few times, as quietly as I had the first time (with her). Finally, after another ten or so minutes, I groaned the words mum wanted to hear. Followed by a body-shaking orgasm that unloaded my empty balls inside her.

She was allowed to climax once more, before being commanded to ‘get off him’. That thick, non-viscous cum were all scooped and tucked into her pussy before she was left alone with me. Together, we cleaned each other up, and spoke for a bit.

As it turned out, she was in my situation before, though her role was less of ‘insemination’, and more of ‘manufacturing’ – eggs for mum.

The dark-haired girl, and I, never escaped. Instead, we, together with their daughter, raised our children to be decent human beings.

.. unlike the couple I shot, and we buried in the backyard, not that their little girl ever questioned their disappearance.

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Babydoll

‘Did you wear what I ask you to wear?’

(I whispered) ‘yes la! can you be softer?!’

With a chuckle, she stretched her hand over my lap and gave my groin area a squeeze, smiling even wider when she felt how ‘thinnly’ it was protected. Picking up my wrist closest to her, she first placed my palm on her thigh, then pushed it upwards of her dress – a baby doll type that I thought was a romper/ playsuit until my hand told me otherwise.

Shocked as I was, the erotic reveal, was in fact a prequel, to the astonishing warm and moist nether region that my fingers blindly wandered to.

(She whispered) ‘like it?’

‘Huh.. I.. yeah.’

Besides being dumbfounded at such a discovery, it was our ‘location’, inside of a moving, speeding taxi that truly bothered me. Unhampered by the presence of a stranger, she guided me deeper into her pussy, and about left it there before turning her attention towards me.

Sliding her hand up my wide thigh, it was too easy for her to find my hard on, positioned awkwardly downwards as if looking forward to ‘meet’ her. Just about then, the car stopped at a junction, and we noticed the driver’s wary eyes staring through the rear view mirror. For safety, we shifted me behind the front passenger seat, while she opened her legs even wider, to let that nosey driver peer under during his ‘casual’ glance.

Of course, we could see how bendy his eyelids were, purposefully driving slower to hit every traffic light so he could look sideways (and at us with his peripheral vision). By the second stop, she was almost forearm-deep up my shorts, rolling my foreskin up and down my shaft while my fingers just ‘resisted’ her involuntary contractions.

‘Sir? Can you stop by the side for a while? And turn off the in-car camera if possible?’

Within a minute, he accomplished her request, and even alighted the vehicle, to take a smoke right outside my window. With the interior lights on, he was able to clearly see how she unravelled my cock, and seamlessly devoured it between her sultry lips.

In no time, my toes were curling to a cramp, as like my fists which I could no longer keep open. Her head just went up and down in my groin, using the perfect-seal to awaken every nerve along my cock. Grunting and cringing like a virgin, it wasn’t until I got desensitised, did she stop her ‘torture’.

‘I think that’s about as hard as you can get right?’

‘It should be.’

There I was, staring at my red, swollen member while she had seemingly expected more. At that point, we didn’t want to waste any more time and went into missionary, placing her head at where the driver stood.

To be fair, she did her part to ‘incentivise’ the driver by putting on some exaggerated faces, though the reality was not too far off. Without a condom, I tucked my cock into her and slid it through comfortably snug tunnel, which wasn’t too tight for my own good.

What happened next was kind of ‘SOP’, thrusting and humping and pounding while she kept up the orgasmic look at him. Swapping through lips-biting, fluttering-eyelids, moaning loud enough for him to hear, she had to employ her fingers to put up that show.

Like life, the invisible changes inside her vaginal walls unfolded before my ‘(cock)eye’, squeezing, relaxing, releasing more juices, it wasn’t long before even I have to succumb to her incessant acting.

‘Cumming. I’m cumming!’

Upon my call of distress, she pulled on the handle and scurried outside, thereafter hurrying me to do the same. Bending her back over the window, she stuck her rear far enough for me to resume the sex, in standing doggy this time.

I humped and pumped for another few minutes, before signalling my own demise again.

‘Inside, inside. It’s safe.’

Shoving my cock the deepest I could remember, it was on the third thrust that I blew my load, far into her pussy that was simultaneously clenching on my lifeless cock.

Right after that, she opened the rear passenger door, invited me to sit back down, and proceeded to ‘excrete my mess’ out onto the ground. Once done, she returned to her seat on my lap, popped my limp dong into her, and ‘wore’ my arms like a seatbelt.

Following that, she bravely waved for him to go over (to her) and proceeded to give him a handjob, while I massaged her clit, and him on her chest. Let’s just say he didn’t take very long, to cum and ‘sow’ the grass patch with his seeds. We then promptly returned to our respective seats and resumed our journey for home.

When we alighted, we looked as platonic as any male and female friend, except we were going to some (other) floor of her block. I’m sure you guys can guess what was going to happen.

Cycling quickly through cowgirl, missionary, and standing-doggy, I ended the night with an intense blowjob where she remained on her knees while I purged my pipe into her mouth.

I could not be more surprised when to our driver who was still at the handicap lot where he dropped us off, and even more so when he offered to send me home.

Similar to ‘no free rides’, he probably knew that there was also ‘no free jobs’. Win-win-win!

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Grateful Toy

It was two minutes past four when Ling showed up, with a scrounged-up bundle of shorts and panty in her hand. After setting her school bag down, she shoved her innerwear into it and skipped straight to me, confidently planting a kiss on my cheeks. Once the ‘formalities’ were done, she turned her back towards me, placed her hands behind, and easily yanked my shorts down far enough to reach my growing manhood.

In under a minute, we were duly-undressed for accessibility, and it took her no more than ten seconds, to get my hardness up to point. Once I was at her preferred size, she flipped her skirt up, leaned her ass on my cock, and began her little ‘challenge’ to bend me low enough to reach her pussy.

No doubt strange, it was her habit to ‘use’ me for a while, rubbing my shaft along her pussy and over her clit until we both felt juices running. The rest, was still in her control as she tipped just a little bit forward, hold my erection in place, before falling backwards again.

Like almost every time, I pierced right straight in, giving her that little shock she seemingly enjoyed, but still needed some time to get over. With her vaginal walls slowly relaxing around my cock, I held her tiny waist and made small, slow thrusts, stretching her deeper before anything else.

At the moment she raised her arms to push against the railings in front of her, I took my hands off, and fished out my vape for a short drag. Shrouded in heavenly clouds bearing a mango scent, she skilfully rocked her ass front-and-back, delivering sensations not too different from wearing a condom, lubricated on the inside, over my dong repeatedly.

Such closeness, tightness, and true-to-her-emotions moans, was only possible because of her, and her undying spirit to engage in our unhealthy activity. As she jerked her hips faster and harder, it couldn’t be helped that she could only endure that much, before reaching the her limit.

As I replaced my hands on her shoulder, she tightened her grasp on the rails in readiness, for my turn. My mind, seeing my wide, thick hips pressed against her tiny, fair butt, delivered more blood to my little head, causing her to squirm to that ‘small’ growth inside her.

Starting slow, I gradually increased the speed I rammed her pussy at, until it was borderline violent, justified only by how much more wetter she was getting. Uncaring for her orgasms, I just went at it with however much stamina I had for the day, slapping our hips together while she savoured the mini-convulsions.

‘Ka.. come.. ingggghhhhh!’, one word turned into three when her body turned stiff, then later plunging me into agony with that impossibly-tight contraction. Unrelenting to her ‘signs of resistance’, I made large, deep strokes into her pussy and split her vaginal walls apart – over and over again.

As she neared the second orgasm, I felt my own end as well. Like every time we did it, I wouldn’t cum any how else. Once I froze my movements and called out my demise, she rubbed herself to the second climax before pushing me out. Falling onto her knees, she took my drenched cock into her mouth hugged my thighs, giving me free reign to feed her as far down as my meat could reach.

Within two minutes, the teary-eyed girl widened her jaw, glanced up at me, and smiled as she was grateful while I buckled, thereafter sending multiple warm load of cum into her throat. On my ‘way out’, she vacummed the last drop out of me, licked me clean of her fluids, and swallowed.

The next few minutes were hers to straighten herself up, reapply the light-pink lipstick I erased. It wasn’t everyday that I felt like going for a second round, but it was one of those times she had stood/ leaned in a specific way, that encouraged me to reenter her from behind.

So while she tided everything I messed up, I went at it in standing-doggystyle. It took me another ten, intense minutes, before I cried ‘cum’ again. This time, like every ‘second’ round, I came inside her. Despite her lack of panties, none of it leaked.

‘I’m throwing my fifteenth birthday party this weekend. Can you be there and bring that.. that thing along?’

‘Sure. Where is there?’

‘**S Hotel.’

Who could have expected her to remember that ‘thing’, which I used to make her – her.

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Dada

‘Dad?’

Despite hearing my little girl’s voice, I couldn’t open my eyes, nor move my limbs no matter how hard I tried. It must be bad sleeping posture, I reasoned with myself as I felt the mattress sinking, relative to her weight and motion. Having ‘reported sick’ from the previous-day’s experience of the same symptoms, I was in no rush to wake up, and would probably go back to sleep after addressing her.

With however much strength I had, I gave her a faint smile as she came into view, but that quickly changed when she proceeded to pull her shirt off, followed by her shorts. Bewildered, I squeezed my brows together for a hard frown, to no avail as she turned her body away, towards my feet.

The next thing I felt, was her brief struggle with my boxers as she yanked it off, exposing my manhood to the one person I would chop it off for (than let her see it). Fearing what she might to do it, I had my eyes shut – briefly until I learnt of its size when she wrapped her hand around it.

As far as I am concerned, I was up, hard, and very warm (in contrast to her palm). My forceful cries, under those strange circumstances, came out as pitiful whimpers, to which she continued to play deaf to as she began to stroke my cock.

When she finally stopped, it was for her to ‘get ready’ in the form of masturbation, while seated in front of me with her legs wide apart. She didn’t even have to use much force, to keep my head turned at her legs during the awfully long period which she rubbed herself so lovingly.

‘I’m sorry dad. I know you gave me your word. But I don’t know how else to make you keep to them.’

Once she was excessively wet, she hopped off the bed and put her phone in selfie-video mode, aimming it directly at me. Helpless, I closed my eyes and resigned to fate as she climbed on top of me next, planted very affectionate kisses, and slowly slipped her pussy down my cock.

At that instance I felt her groin plastered closely to mine, she moved her lips over my ear, and whispered something that ruthlessly, changed everything.

(She whispered) ‘i’m wetter for you than him. I promise to never see him again. And.. begins riding only.. just.. have daddy.. inside me.. ‘

Instantly, I ‘grew’ bigger, and harder, that I had opened my eyes in disbelief. Right in front of me, was her similarly-shocked gaze, staring deep into my soul while still crazily rocking that althele’s body. Switching to a back-forth motion, she began quivering within seconds, that lasted no longer than a minute before she orgasmed in a shy, shaken moan.

Lifting her bosoms off my chest, she grabbed onto my shoulders as she braced for the speed-increase, slamming or grinding at my least expected moments. From the corner of my eyes, I could estimate that it took her about twenty minutes, to get my drug-laden body anywhere near climax.

As soon as I started nodding wildly, she reacted unaccording-ly, by changing up to a squat-slam position over my cock. All she needed to do was to rub her clit a little, and her vagina straight up sealed itself tightly around my shaft.

Barely one minute into that mind-blowing, one-sided, non-consensual sex in the above killer stance, was all it took to convince my physical barrier, to give up, and pump her full of semen.

Although it was only two days from my last ‘release’, it was a huge load I blew into my little girl. The sight of my baby-making juice leaking out of her was no surprise, but she was never meant to come in any contact with it.

Once the ‘highlight’ was over, she took her time to clean me up, making sure not to obstruct the camera as she sucked my balls empty before wiping me down. For the next few hours I took to regain my strength, she remained by my side, feeding me water and some fruits.

By the time I was well enough to get on my feet, mummy had returned home. To keep all of us safe, I never breathed a single word about how our little girl brought a man home, fucked at every corner of our (supposedly empty) house, but couldn’t use our nuptial bed because I was in it.

About a month long of sleepless nights later, I took matters into my own hands and added a special ‘something’ into my girl’s morning-drink. To my own surprise, it sent her straight into an inescapable, insatiable sex-rage, bad (or good) enough to strike a one-sided deal with me to ‘ease her discomfort’.

In exchange for my cock, she unlocked her phone for me, to do anything with it. So, in the same cowgirl-position she owned me in, I deleted anything remotely related to our tryst, and reclaimed my ‘peace of mind’. My biggest regret, was how much I had underestimated the psychological effect the medicine had.

The use of it, along with our incestuous ties, and the intense activity under its influence, had formed some form of mental link that manifested within her mind. While our normal lives remained normal, I had unwittingly turned her, to be wholly mine.