'Good boy,' she breathed, moaning softly as she compressed each breast, in her element. 'Just let yourself go for me... Just how you know you should. Focus on my body, my perfect, sexy body, and forget everything except for me...' She bit her index finger, reaching forwards as she spoke, both hands lowering to support herself on his chest, just beneath his pecks. Her breasts pinched slightly together between her arms, and he felt the cool touch of her skin just on the edge of his cock, enough to tease it with the slightest of contacts, but not enough to rub or even displace it where it stood, erect and waiting. 'You know you belong to me. I'm in control. I always have been... So let me control you now, and give in to my body. You know you'll be rewarded for obeying.'
Slowly, painstakingly, she descended, working her hands up his flesh until her elbows bent on his body, climbing higher and higher until she lay fully atop him. Two firm points drilled into his chest, while her flawless skin burned with warmth that drove him wild. His cock, now walked slowly down until it was sandwiched between their bodies, pulsed needily, stimulated but not encouraged towards orgasm by the tightness of her body and weight atop it.
She stared at him, huge blue eyes as wide as plates, fixated. He couldn't look away. Her breath came in short warm gusts, smelling of mint and lust. The scent of her shampoo reached him, floral and spicy. Loose blonde strands tickled his face, lighting nerves on fire inside an already nylon-taut body.
He wanted to fight, wanted to push her off him and scream... But the urge to do it paled in comparison to the pure, unadulterated sex clouding and controlling everything about him in that moment. He shuddered, feeling his cock pulsing between their bodies, and she grinned, an evil, knowing smile. Those huge blue eyes still stared down into his, impossible to ignore, impossible to resist.
'Good boy...' She breathed, barely a whisper, her breath cascading over his face. 'Submit for me. Let yourself go... And fall to my will. You're my pet... My man toy... My brainless slave... Sink for me. Return to your true self... A dumb, horny, cock for my perfect body to use.'
Something deep inside him broke, snapping like an over-taut rope. He... He would submit. Yes. Yes, he'd submit. He already had - not just tonight, but long, long ago. He knew he belonged to her, knew he always would submit to her control - she dominated him, and he needed only to be commanded by her, to obey, to be used. He was a toy, an empty doll, a hard penis for her sexual gratification. He was hers. Like property, he would obey her every whim.
She saw it through his eyes, some unseen fight dying in his mind. The grin deepened, her victory assured.
'Good boy,' she cooed, wiggling her hips slightly, rolling the cock sandwiched between their bodies ever so slightly back and forth. She began to rock gently, starting a slow, sensual motion. 'You always knew you would submit again... It was only a matter of time.'
Slowly, as minutes passed and her body tenderly rocked back and forth, barely even shifting their bodies on the bed, merely adding a rocking lilt to their intimate coupling, the gorgeous blonde girlfriend spoke, never letting her eyes wander, never losing her focus. She spoke of her love life, carefully ensuring that she raised each memory he had of her, each occasion—that he knew of—where she had fucked someone else. She roused recollections of late Friday nights and mysterious attendees to the house, noting the security camera footage he had seen when asked how he'd realised she was inviting lovers to the house. As she spoke, unravelling his memories of her infidelity, she never ceased her slow rock, tantalisingly stroking him by less than an inch with their joined bodies.
Then, once all his memories had been surfaced and all his concerns realised, she slowly began unthreading each, disproving them one by one, using circumstantial and in some cases even false information to invalidate them all. She paused only to kiss his neck or sample his lips, but she never let his eyes loose her own for more than a few moments, and she peppered her words with plenty of positive affirmations, reassuring her boyfriend of his good, obedient behaviour.
When she was finally done, she rose, back arching as she lifted herself bit by bit from his flesh, revealing a sticky puddle where the tip of his cock lay between their bodies. Slipping her hand down, she lifted it from its damp resting place, easily handling his firm shaft. With a few short adjustments via her powerful legs, she positioned herself atop him, and, hitching herself up slightly, brought her exposed, wet, and very much ready pussy down over him.
Pleasure like he had never felt in his life filled him as her pussy slowly sank around him, hot, wet and tight. He grunted as his helmet pierced her tightness, moaned softly as he drove inch by tantalising inch into her heated insides, and sighed as he felt his tip bottom out at her deepest edge, exactly as long as she was deep. He throbbed powerfully, over-stimulated cock more than ready to ejaculate, tantalisingly excited by her softly pulsating interior.
Careless of his needs, his girlfriend worked herself slowly, grinding back and forth, teasing her own sexuality rather than his, caring only for one person's pleasure; her own. At long last, as the rhythmic circular motion brought her primal needs more to the fore, she began to rock, then to bounce, and finally to fuck. By the twenty-minute mark, she was rising nearly to his helmet, powerful legs thrusting her up and down atop him, stroking her body mercilessly with his penis, bouncing breasts rolling and springing as she fucked him.
Moans became gasps, which became screams, which finally themselves silenced as her orgasm drew near. Where her previous affirmations had died off, now they resumed, though they were more lustful now, less commanding, less controlled. 'Oh, fuck me, fuck me,' she breathed, twisting both nipples hard, shuddering in pain and pleasure. 'Fuck me, oh you good boy, fuck me, you fucking man-toy!'
Shaking, jerking, and fucking like a porn star, the smoking hot blonde stroked herself to her orgasm atop her boyfriend without reserve, bouncing almost completely off his cock as it rocketed home. She gasped, stiffened, shook as if she'd been electrocuted, and for the briefest of moments, she sat still, half-way down his cock, whole body taut as a board. Then, she collapsed, bucking and rocking and shaking and bouncing, arms slapping roughly into her boyfriend's chest as she fell atop him in her release. She rode him the whole time, using his hardness to stimulate her release, feeling her squirt driving against his shaft, wet sounds illustrating the watery motions between them as her movements shifted her flesh. She heard herself spray his body, felt the heat of her ejaculate, but didn't give a single shit. She felt beyond amazing; she was in her absolute prime. A long, enjoyable fuck with the man who fitted her better than anyone else, having ensured that he remained submissive and obedient for a while longer yet... Couldn't get any fucking better than that.
She rode the high for minutes on end, straddling him, throbbing, tightening atop his cock, powerful vaginal muscles stimulating her further as they clenched around his shape. When it at last passed through her, she collapsed on him, resting on his chest for nigh on twenty minutes, cuddling the still male shape beneath her, who remained hard and impassive between her legs, his cock gently throbbing wonderfully in her hole.
