"Alright! Time to wake up! Welcome back to the land of the living!" John went to the guest room and saw Veronica still asleep. Ah, well, time to get his hands dirty. The forum guides said that he needed to get started FAST. He pulled his dick out and started stroking it a little to get some morning wood up and running. Then he slid it into Ver's mouth as her wake-up call.
It wasn't really a blowjob, per se. He was just pushing deeper and deeper slowly, until he cut off her airway. That should shock her awake. He expected the rule from yesterday would apply subconsciously, too, while she was asleep - he reached over to feel her go wet as the "get horny while my cock is in you" effect kicked in. The amount of control anyone speaking to her had over her brain was staggering, John mused.
Veronica threw herself forward. Adrenaline shot though her! Fuck! She can't breathe... wait. Yes she could. She frowned for a moment, before seeing John standing by her bedside, wet cock in hand. Ah. That made sense. No privacy in her own (guest) room, she supposed.
She tried to breathe.
This. This was her life now.
She could make it work.
"I have an idea for you. You don't like the website. But I think it's useful. How about this? Let's actually try what we said yesterday. I'll lean back, and you can get me off in whatever way you want. While you're doing it, I'll describe something we could do together that will help train y- help bond us together."
Veronica had heard that. 'Train you' - that kinda talk got to her. Both of them were psychology majors, and were regularly messing around with forms of conditioning in the lab *before* AGS even existed. She knew that her being aware of him trying to warp her brain may slow him down at first, but that the behavior modification would settle in like cement once she broke. "Can I at least wake up, first? I'm still groggy."
"I'm not, though. Shake it off, get up, toss my cock in one of your holes, and get ready to hear what we're doing at the end of the month. You can choose all of the details. Suck, fuck, titjob - whatever. Dealer's choice." He paused. "Anything but a handjob, actually. You'll eventually be forbidden from giving handjobs except as a supplement to an ongoing blowjob. We'll make that one of the Rules, but I'll get to that later. Oh, and same rules apply as with your mouth. You get more sensitive and hornier the longer I'm in you, but can't cum until I tell you - which I generally will when I cum."
While he was talking, Veronica was trying to shake off her sleepiness and then quickly rub her clit a bit to get wet. She knew what she wanted. For all that John was going through some... moral struggles... right now, his cock really was magnificent. She wanted to feel it in her cunt yesterday. Once she was at least somewhat wet, she spread herself and slowly lowered her pussy onto John's dick while he pulled out his phone. Interestingly, the way Veronica interpreted what John said yesterday meant that her lips (like, the ones on her face) got more sensitive too as her pussy got filled with cock. Huh. How weird, she thought.
"Wow. No fanfare, huh? Just gonna stick the cock of a childhood friend, someone you've known for 20 years, straight into your snatch?" John laughed, but... Ver did notice that he seemed to laugh with her, rather than at her. More of a 'what a ridiculous situation' and less 'you whore.' John gave Ver's pussy an appraising look, and then looked at her in the eyes. If she hadn't known better, she'd have thought he was reading from a script. "I'd have expected more. Pretty mid, honestly? You're actually a little *too* wet, so I'll need to add kegels to your Rules in some form or another." Veronica winced, both from bottoming out on John's enormous cock, from hearing John talk about the Rules again, and... from recognizing that John had correctly identified the true quality of her pussy. She guessed... she couldn't take offense at him speaking the truth.
She opened her mouth to tell him he didn't have to be so rude, before she stopped herself. Hadn't he said, everything he'd said since he'd gotten on the forums was for her benefit. Did she judge it right earlier - was he reading from a script for some reason? Fuck. She hated this constant feeling of knowledge that her reasoning and worldview might be totally incorrect. But where was the incorrect logical step in her thinking? Everything seemed internally consistent. All she could do was trust John. John said her pussy was mid. He said that everything he said was for her benefit. Therefore he told her about her mid-quality pussy for her benefit. She was grateful to him for his honesty, rather than the opposite. Veronica sometimes got whiplash when her AGS filled the gaps of things and changed her reality so that everything made sense given the truth of another's words, but not this time. All this happened in less than a second.
She knelt over him in his chair, awkwardly squatting over his lap while holding the back of John's neck, driving his cock into her pussy. John just pulled out his phone, insultingly ignoring her as he navigated to that website while she started riding his cock. She could see it on his phone - there were so many clips of... pets... that Veronica herself started to get a little more turned on. But John skipped past them and settled on a section of text. "Alright, so let's kick it off by saying that the problem is society. We want all of your old friends to know about your current AGS status - but we also want them to know that you're spoken for. If we don't do that soon, then people will start to worry. You'll be invited to things you can't go to, people may start to look for you - it's a whole thing we're going to avoid. There are two solutions here."
Veronica was barely listening, but she was listening. John's cock felt so good - it gave her that nice full feeling. John sat back while he spoke, forcing Veronica to do all the work.
She did, though - happily. John's cock was the absolute fucking perfect size, as far as she was concerned. It was just ever-so-slightly not-quite-painful, and kept her filled to the brim. She felt bad about giving him such mid pussy, so she tried a little harder - slamming herself deeper, pulling almost all the way out, pulsing her kegels as best she could, whatever. Quickly, though, John's command from yesterday set in, and having a cock in her started to make her hornier and hornier... even as cumming was clearly going to remain out of reach without John's permission. She tried to listen, but as she did she found herself shamelessly licking her newly-sensitive lips and rubbing her full tits.
She tried to listen, but it was such good dick. She really shouldn't have chosen her pussy for this conversation - she suddenly got worried that she might miss a lot of very critical details. He was talking about two solutions... right? Two solutions to what?
Despite Veronica's confusion, John just barreled on, not addressing or even noticing the trouble. It turns out that having complicated moral, philosophical, and life-altering conversations while fucking may have some slight inherent issues.
