Wednesdays at Xia.
He was woken up by a friendly text that ignored the past few nights' events: "See you for lunch. Can't wait. Mmwah." She couldn't wait! He understood it was intended to tease him about his current situation.
"Babe, I need it again!" Xinyi yelled into the next room where Ana was working. Ana returned with a theatrical air of being disturbed, nudging Xinyi onto her back, and happily licking her to her fourth orgasm of the day. Xinyi had meant for 'can't wait' to drive Iniko crazy, but it also held more truth than he knew. Xinyi had shaped many men, transforming them into porn-obsessed jerk sluts, obsessed with their fetishes. This man was different.
Firstly, she genuinely liked him, enjoying their company. She even felt a bit of remorse she hadn't just chatted more with him while they were getting intimate. Secondly, he was very pure - literally, as he had only masturbated once before. Of all the men she had broken, most were more religious, and also stunningly hypocritical. They had succumbed to various temptations prior to Xinyi working them over. She couldn't imagine anyone as innocent as Iniko before. She shivered in desire thinking of the many years of self-control he had shown. She snatched a vibrator from the dresser, slapped it between her legs, and picked her preferred pulsing rhythm, lying on it as she read their texts over and over. She relived the wicked moments she had had.
"Fuck...," she groaned, moving to her notes with his triggers, excited to find he'd triggered her to the highest extent. She skimmed through her ideas for which videos to send him and how she would torment him within a few hours.
"Fuck... holy shit... aaaaah..." she grunted, feeling Ana stick her finger inside her while sucking on her clitoris. She enjoyed a powerful orgasm, and as she reached to switch off the vibrator, Ana sneakily switched it back on without stopping to suc her armpits and ribs. Her body was overwhelmed with ticklish sensations, and moaned with a primal voice as she reached a second climax. Ana abruptly flipped her over, spaced her legs, and straddled in between, killing the vibrator with her free hand and pulling off her shirt. She rhythmically fingered her, ensured she had an orgasm, all while taking her time.
"Are you horny for this one, aren't you?"
Her answer didn't need words - Xinyi's hips only responded to her suggestion.
"Should I fuck you until you collapse? Should I take him myself, violate his anus with my strap? What do you propose?"
All Xinyi could do was express her love for this woman who understood her so deeply, as she played with him. She gasped slightly when Ana stopped moving her hand, silently contemplating.
"I'm not sure. I recognize you want to keep one of them. Well..."
Xinyi nodded feverishly, realizing she wanted a male pet for a while. She whimpered softly and Ana noticed the thrusting of her fingers.
"Perhaps this one, let's see, is acceptable?"
Xinyi responded enthusiastically, acknowledging her unfulfilled fantasy as her desire for a male pet. She moaned, thrashing on her bed.
"Look at me." Xinyi obeyed.
"Show it, honey." Xinyi came forcefully.
Ana slurped her fingers, leaving the room as Xinyi cleaned up and prepared for her date.
The restaurant was pleasant, with sunny weather and not many people around. They arrived earlier than planned, both of them waiting at different locations to avoid appearing too early. This small detail would remain a secret between them. Xinyi dressed casually, with a simple dark blue V-neck top revealing minimal cleavage and a sports bra helping to control her assets. Her attire included soft, loose pants, white ankle socks, and her beloved sneakers. She sat across from Iniko, refraining from any physical contact after a brief, friendly hug.
Iniko had overdressed, wearing his only suit. Feeling out of place, he was eager to explain his reasoning. Xinyi ttressed him for his effort but eventually admitted he looked great in it. They shared their favorite dish - a salad made of watermelon, jicama, and sesame. It was a comfortable setting for them, just two friends catching up over lunch. The atmosphere allowed for an easy connection, offering a reprieve from the tense situation. For Iniko, it relieved the mounting pressure of needing to climax. For Xinyi, it provided a chance to unleash her plans and witness the effects on Iniko's mind. Most significantly, it enabled two friends to share a moment without the burden of living in close proximity or discussing various topics. They spent more than an hour chatting, sipping water, and eating mesquite almonds until Xinyi suddenly stood up and said:
"It's time. Take me to your apartment."
The journey back was relatively quiet, with occasional brushes against each other producing delightful jolts. From time to time, they exchanged playful glances or smiles, both enjoying the anticipation of their destination. His apartment was basic but comfortable, and Iniko had given it a thorough cleaning. He led Xinyi through the rooms before she instructed:
"Sit."
Iniko complied, sitting on his desk chair, where his laptop was connected to dual monitors. Xinyi sat in his lap, leaving him experiencing a rush of contentment. He relished the feeling of her large frame pressed against him and her weight holding him down. Inhaling her fragrance, he felt a sense of belonging.
"I can feel that," she said and teased him by wiggling her bottom. She accessed his computer, requesting his password. Thinking he could modify it afterward, he disclosed it. She created or joined various explicit accounts and followed numerous pornographic pages corresponding to his fetishes. She explained how to use these platforms for maximum pleasure, reminding him of past experiences. Xinyi observed as he viewed the explicit images, imagining him seated in the chair, masturbating while the provocative photos popped up on his screens, his arousal evident to her, his hips pressed against her behind, and her acknowledgment of each pulse of his desire. She chose a particularly appealing image - one woman sucking on another's nipple - and set it as his computer background. Xinyi then brought out a USB.
"Ana created this. It will install a program on your computer, allowing her to remotely access your device. We can see every keystroke you make, every website you visit. We can switch on your webcam, watch and record you. We can also control your credit card to purchase pornographic clips when we deem necessary. Your privacy will be nil. Additionally, I'll need your phone to install the program there as well, and to alter the background and lock screen."
Iniko came out of his dreamy state.
"Absolutely not. No way am I installing that on any of my gadgets. I'm not comfortable with you having my credit card, and I can't have pornographic images on my phone - everyone would notice."
Xinyi pushed them both away from the desk and rose. Her expansive form, which he had grown accustomed to with her sitting on his lap, now felt imposing and menacing.
She replied, "We can definitely do that. You can keep yourself safe and secure from me. I'll still let you cum for me right now, and we can still be friends - maybe I'll suggest some videos or something every once in a while. I understand giving away all that information to someone you've known for less than a week isn't really responsible."
She hesitated, still towering over him, making eye contact. "Or you can give us everything. Ana and I can really ruin you, steal all your money, record you watching some strange, perverted porn, get you fired from any job, and destroy all your relationships. The only thing you'd have left is trust. You'd have to trust me to keep you safe and happy. If you can trust me, I'll be your porn mommy and you'll be my good boy. I'll get everything from you."
He was speechless. She shifted her gaze to his lap, where he was rock hard. She flashed a charming, warm smile.
"Alright, let's make a deal. I'll wrestle you for it."
He was dressed in sweatpants and a t-shirt. They'd pushed the couch back and made room on the floor.
"Okay, this time, just for the spyware, so we can see what websites you visit. What do you want if you win?"
Wow, he hadn't thought about that.
"I want you to kiss me." It slipped out.
"Awww, sweetie, that's so cute. Deal."
Iniko wasn't a weakling. He exercised often, possessing genes that made building muscle easier for him. He'd only wrestled a little in high school, but he knew a thing or two from his friend on the team.
Xinyi considered her next move. She anticipated his attack, pulled his arm beyond her, and swiftly swung her leg to make him fall to the ground, straddling his butt and hooking her feet to pull his legs apart while securing one arm behind his back and twisting him so he couldn't reach her with the other. "Hmmm," she considered. Using her free hand, she grabbed his balls, not too hard. He grunted into the mat, wiggling feebly.
She began playfully tickling them, delighted to see his reaction. She moved her hand around, tickling his buttocks, inner thighs, back to his balls, at the back of his knees, his taint. He writhed wildly and she had to relax her grip on his arm to prevent him from injuring himself. He desperately tried not to laugh, yet she was so deft with her fingers and his entire lower region became so exquisitely sensitive, causing him to lose the battle and giggle uncontrollably. Xinyi was aroused and she pushed herself into his ass, even though she doubted he noticed.
"Coochie coo coo baby! Mommy's tickling your ballsies!"
The humiliation within him grew stronger. In those fleeting moments where she allowed him a breath, he reflected on the situation and realized how humiliated he was, without control, this complete submission.
"I surrender, I surrender" he managed through his giggles.
"Good boy."
She released his arm, loosened his legs, helped him roll over, and lowered herself beside him.
"That was fun," she said, "but are you sure?"
He hadn't considered this. He believed he had little to hide when it came to his internet usage, which hadn't been terribly raunchy. And what didn't she already know? All the porn he'd viewed so far and was looking to see in the future were websites she'd bookmarked for him. "And," she revealed, reading his expression. "You find it incredibly hot, the idea of me knowing what arouses your twisted mind."
"Yes, I'm sure."
She drew closer, her face almost touching his, and held it there for a moment. Then, as he realized what was about to happen, she kissed him on the lips, a drawn-out kiss. Electricity coursed through the air between them. He closed his eyes like a cat showing trust. She gave him another kiss, this time on the cheek, a little longer than a peck, and rose up from him.
"Now for the camera and parental controls. We'll be able to stop you from watching porn, and watch you while you masturbate. What do you want?"
"I want to see your breasts."
He really needs to ponder these things more, instead of spouting out the first thing that pops into his head. This time, she didn't employ any tricks; she simply relied on her strength. They each grabbed the other's shoulders, and he attempted to destabilize her, but she only managed to bring him down. He continued struggling, adjusting his stance so he could utilize his legs to push up. However, he hadn't realized how powerful her arms were until now, and he eventually collapsed.
Xinyi utilized his body by pushing him onto his back and then seating herself on his face. He waved his arms aimlessly at her, but she failed to even hold them down; instead, she merely swatted them away. She kept an eye on his cock the entire time. She was more concerned with him potentially cumming in his pants, so clearly, his dick was reacting to being enveloped by her ass. As his legs started thrashing about, she removed her shirt and then sports bra, only to put the shirt back on. He was virtually finished, and he pathetically tapped against her thigh. She gave him a chance to breathe, and then allowed him to sit up.
Sitting opposite each other, he was making an effort to consider his actions more thoughtfully, though he was still slightly dazed, his breathing labored. Allowing her to shut off porn, something he had only recently permitted into his life, felt like no big deal. He didn't even comprehend why she desired it, as every day of their relationship thus far had involved her practically forcing him to watch porn. And he also knew that she was about to watch him masturbate. 'I am the one who will be present when you finally surrender control' he had memorized those words, realizing his desire to share this most personal aspect with her was a major factor in his decision to reach this point.
Yet another thought occurred to him - Ana. This woman with whom he had yet to exchange more than a few words was now being granted all the access to his privacy that Xinyi possessed. He had gotten used to Xinyi telling her everything. However, Ana actually observing him? This thought gave him an intense pounding in his groin. Fuck, his cock betrayed him, even the fact that it was adding to his excitement. Xinyi raised her eyebrows at the commotion and grinned. Fuck it.
"Yes, I'm certain."
In response, she simply lifted her top. She remained motionless for a moment, allowing him to absorb her appearance, then she started rubbing her breasts with her hands, pinching her nipples, pressing them together, and dropping them with force. She relished the sight of him transfixed like this. Giving him ample time to soak her up, she lowered her shirt.
"The final request. Passwords and credit cards. I assume you've deciphered the game based on the rewards you've received, huh? So?"
He felt silly for not catching on sooner. He believed the kiss and her breasts had been compensation for the loser, her being benevolent in defeat. However, he was not losing. He had won on two occasions. Won by submitting, succumbing, and enduring humiliation by her. Won by accepting her offer to take his privacy.
"I wish to witness you climax," she announced with a notable smile.
Once more, he made no attempt to resist, and soon, she had him in a scissors hold, his arm trapped between her legs, his other gripped in her cleavage. She used gentle pressure to indicate that she could secure a submission quickly but allowed him to remain in place. Then she slid her hand down into her trousers and began masturbating. Iniko was in ecstasy. He felt completely restricted yet secure and entirely trusted. She was performing this for his benefit, for him to be a spectator. She masturbated vigorously, causing him to fixate on her face, and he detected a vulnerability he had never witnessed in her before. She tried to maintain her composure, but her eyes ultimately lost focus. She lingered on the brink of climax for a while, watching him watch her and musing on whether her victims felt like this constantly. She withdrew her hand and then offered it to him.
"I'm positive," Iniko blurted out. How could he think about not trusting her when she was entrusting him with such a personal matter? She loosened his restrained arm and shifted it so he could cup her breast through her shirt, her hand demonstrating how he could achieve this. Then he repositioned his hand, and she applied a leg squeeze that caused him considerable discomfort, though it remained manageable in comparison to his fascination with her impending orgasm. He clutched the breast harder, and she stroked faster, applying more force to the scissor hold. He let loose a scream of agony and she let up, disentangling them, and rolling onto her back next to him.
She slid her hand next to her, locating his, and intertwining our hands. We remained in silence for a while, just connected through our grasp.
Standing up, I made my way over to his computer. I connected the USB drive and initiated the program's startup. With a sigh of relief, I realized she had not made his screen contain pornography, just as she had threatened. Walking toward him, I stood opposite him.
In a different tone, lower and steadier than before, I expressed, "You are now my little jerk pawn. You cannot control your urge for masturbation. You require releasing fluids and there's nothing you can do to oppose it. Naked now."
He hastily removed his clothing and took a seat on the couch. I repositioned a chair in front of him, allowing me to sit facing him.
"You cannot resist the temptation, even as I'm facing you, which adds to your embarrassment and embarrassment. This makes you a weaker target for me."
He was rapidly rubbing, maintaining eye contact and following my every word.
"You are perfectly aware of how pathetic you seem. The annoyance of having little control or respect. And this simply makes you a more vulnerable target."
He moaned, expressing his thoughts candidly.
"Now you are about to create an enormous mess, all over yourself. You are going to manufacture viscous honey for porn mommy. I want you to shout that as you erupt: 'I'm generating honey for you porn mommy.'"
I noticed his sensations; everything I had said was truth, and he was near climax. My demeanor unexpectedly turned severe while, at the same time, presenting him with a genuine possibility for liberation.
"Try to cease immediately. It's only been an instant, you're at risk of being a premature ejaculator. Try to restrain your hand, try to hold back all the honey. I'll give back everything I've taken from you. If you can't stop, it signifies you are a perverted, frantic wretch, solely purposeful for destruction."
In an instant, he persistently strived to stop. However, he couldn't resist the hypnotic effect of my eyes, which alarmingly destroyed his final fragment of dignity.
"I'M GENERATING HONEY FOR YOU PORN MOMMY!"
Xinyi displayed her satisfaction with glee and clapped joyously, while I observed her. Visually witnessing my fragmented state of dejection and delight made me feel incredibly defeated yet ecstatic. I remained stationary, enveloped in my spunk and fatigued. Xinyi glorified her achievement by pointing at me. She leaned towards my ear hesitantly and stated, "You are extremely screwed," and disappear.
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