Personal Slut to Hypnotic Hell
Kylie slides out of her jeans, and you can feel your cock start to twitch. She shows you her perfect, petite ass in her black, lacy thong, and you can't wait to enter it. The bit of resistance she always shows right before you force her to take it always helps you to cum fast and hard. Her not getting off is a bonus: her frustration keeps her coming back.
"So you know the pole-dancing classes I've been taking?" she asks, melodically moving her ass back and forth. "It was kind of a different class than I let on..."
She lets the sentence hang in the air, and you hear a faint hum. You're mesmerized by her ass. You start to work at the knot, but you're so distracted by her perfect round butt, that you let yourself get lost in the swaying.
"Did you know that almost anyone can be hypnotized?" Kylie asks, giggling. You hear only intermittent giggles, and laughs, and the occasional phrase she seems to be repeating. You feel like you've been day-drinking for a whole afternoon, but you know you're stone sober.
"Haha. As long as the victim -- er...subject -- secretly wants what you hypnotize them to want, there's no way to stop them..." she drifts in and out of laughter and repetitive phrases. You try your hardest to ignore her, but she snaps her fingers and you immediately become focused on her ass again. Swaying...
Back, and forth.
You only hear words here and there:
"cum"
"eat"
"swallow"
"cocksucking"
"resist"
"asshole"
"blue balls"
"never"
"frustration"
"intensified"
"no matter what"
after each phrase, you hear a snap, and you immediately refocus on her asshole.
"baby," you mutter, trailing off, "please untie...."
but you can't get the words out without drifting into blackness.