Elizzy here: make sure to check the tags as usual for this series; there are some new elements in this one. Enjoy!
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It was ten at night, and the lights were dimmed. Blake, completely naked, was on his hands and knees in the living room, with a white towel placed on the carpet underneath him.. Rosalie, wearing only a pink bra, was happily staring at his clean and lubricated ass as she slid on the vibrating strap-on dildo. The belt clicked, and the large pink rod was strapped onto her.
She tested it, pressing a button on the remote control she was holding. It vibrated with a delightful buzz that sent waves of pleasure through her clitoris. Good.
"I'm ready any time!" Blake said.
Rosalie giggled. "Oh Blakey... I wonder how having your prostate rammed is going to change you?"
"I'll probably become a subby bottom bitch," Blake said. "Fine by me."
Rosalie stepped forward, pressing the tip of the vibrating dildo against his asshole. His erection twitched in pleasure and anticipation.
"So you won't change at all then. Good. Just as I liked you."
She thrust her hips forward, forcing her dildo against the resistance of his tight asshole. When the tip pushed through into his soft insides, Blake shuddered.
"Oh," Blake moaned. "Deeper..."
Rosalie went deeper, and when her hips were touching his rear, she sensed a deep wellspring of pleasure boiling inside him, as well as trace thoughts of submissiveness.
"Oh, oh... Fuck me," Blake begged.
"If you say so, princess," Rosalie said.
She thrust in and out of him, with the dildo sliding against his prostate over and over. She gripped his thighs, squeezing them gently and pushing and pulling them in time with her own movements.
"Ah, ah... Breed me, mommy..."
Rosalie giggled.
"I, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have called you that," Blake said as he panted.
"No, no, please say more." The vibrations were starting to get to her. Rosalie was getting more and more ravenous...
She fucked him harder, going from a steady pace to a frenzied thrusting. Every slap of her hips against him came with a wave of arousal and sensations that she happily let get to her...
"I'm almost there... Breed me," Blake begged.
Rosalie stopped and pulled out, feeling a little jolt of pleasure from denying Blake his vibrating thrusts. The vibrations were still inching her closer and closer to orgasm...
"Beg for it," Rosalie said.
"Mommy, your boy princess needs to be bred... I need you to fill me so badly... My bussy never felt this good..."
Rosalie giggled. Blake saying the word bussy out loud? That was new.
She thrust the dildo back into him, and he moaned in pleasure.
No telekinesis. Just some good old fashioned boyfriend plowing. She wished he was wearing the collar so she could pull on it, simulating the fun telekinetic choking that she wished she had a chance to do; but of course, nobody knew how balls worked, so it was easier to get away with messing with those.
"I'm... I'm..." Blake moaned.
Then he came. His cock flailed wildly, blasting the towel beneath him with spurt after spurt of white fluid, and Rosalie kept her vibrating dildo buried inside him, pressing her hips against his ass, feeling his powerful orgasm through an indirect telepathic lens. She was almost about to come herself. She reached down and vigorously massaged her pussy, slipping her hands underneath the strap-on and into her needy opening.
Her own senses mixed with his rampaging orgasm made her come almost instantly.
"I'm coming inside you," Rosalie moaned. "Get bred, get bred, get bred..."
Blake's orgasm came to an end, and Rosalie's kept going for a moment longer as she closed her eyes, enjoying his depths and the own clenching of her wet pussy.. When it finally died down and calm started to enter him, she looked down at him. His arms and legs were trembling...
"Blakey, Blakey, Blakey... How'd it feel to lose your anal virginity?"
It wasn't his first time he came from being pleasured in the ass--last night's telekinetically-aided wet dream was his first real loss of anal virginity--but it was the first time he was aware of it happening to him.
Rosalie's pounding heartbeat started to relax, and she turned off the vibrating dildo, keeping it buried inside him.
"You called me mommy," Rosalie said. "I like that."
"It's... I watched some BDSM porn, and the guy called his domme that, and it just kinda made me happy..."
She leaned forward and placed a hand on his cheek, reading his mind. He thought about Rosalie plowing him with an even bigger dildo, putting him in chastity, collaring him and pulling his leash... And Rosalie was overjoyed.
"If there's anything else you'd like to try," Rosalie said, "Just let me know."
"I'm all finished tonight, but tomorrow, I have a few ideas..."
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It was eleven at night now, and while Blake was sleeping upstairs, Rosalie had a single lamp on in the home office, typing words for her visual novel in a delighted flurry. The past few days had been so inspirational... romance, adoration, domination, and sweet, sweet ball pain.
As Rosalie reached for her coffee, she saw that the mug was empty. Fuck. Kitchen time. More coffee.
But as she thought about it, she decided a good snack was what she needed--not more caffeine. There were snacks in the pantry, but she didn't feel like chips or cookies... and the usual healthy snacks like nuts or carrots or grapes didn't fit her cravings either.
No. She needed french fries specifically.
She opened the freezer to see if they had any. There were just tater tots.
Fuck it. She was going to take a late night fast food trip.
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"...And that's all," Rosalie said.
"That'll be a dollar and forty cents, please pull up to the first window."
Mobile app discounts were great. A root beer and fries for a buck forty? Sweet!
She drove up to the window while pulling out her credit card, and at the window was a ditzy-looking brown haired lady. Her name tag said "Alice".
"Howdy!" Alice said in a lovely voice. "That'll be one dollar and forty cents."
She handed her card to her, and her fingers brushed against the woman's dainty hands.
Then she heard a powerful thought coming from her mind.
"God, I want this woman to crush my balls so badly!" she was thinking, verbatim.
Rosalie was taken aback a bit. She hid her surprise well enough for Alice to not notice it, and as she swiped Rosalie's card, Rosalie did some telekinetic probing. Yep. Huge dick and balls under that skirt.
But that wasn't the weird thing. What was weird was how she wanted to get her balls crushed, and how her desire was so powerful that Rosalie could sense it through fleeting hand contact. She never met someone who actually liked having it happen to them. It was always hands to the groin, groan in agony, let out a girly scream, beg for it to stop. She never encountered anyone who said "More, mommy!"
She couldn't crush Alice's balls. Not here, and not now. There were other employees. And also someone was behind her in the drive-thru, so it would be rude to make them wait on their food while Rosalie did cock and ball torture. Or just ball torture.
She pulled up to the next window, got her piping hot fries and crisp root beer, and parked nearby. A question entered her mind as she ate. Was it cheating if she gave someone consensual ball torture without her boyfriend knowing?
Yeah, probably. Best to ask for permission first. But at least Alice worked there, and it was a five minute drive so Rosalie could always just come back some other night. With thoughts as strong as those, Alice would almost certainly say yes to anything Rosalie asked of her.
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Rosalie finished off her root beer at home at midnight, just as she was putting the final touches on this visual novel scene. Yanderes doing creepy shit during sex was fun. She playtested the scene to make sure everything was working, and it gave her shivers. Good shivers.
It was a good time to call it a night, so she prepared herself for bed, put her pajamas back on, and then went into the bedroom, trying not to wake up Blake.
Unfortunately, as she climbed into bed, Blake stirred.
"Oh," Rosalie whispered. "Sorry for waking you... I was up late getting a snack out and working on my visual novel."
"It's fine," Blake said.
Blake cuddled up to her, pressing the side of his head against her pajama-clad chest. She put one hand on his head, reading his calm, sleepy thoughts for a while.
"Can I ask you something extremely weird?" Rosalie said.
"Sure," he said, just a moment after thinking it.
