Irresistible You

I'm not what you'd call an ordinary man; even though there really is no such thing. Despite looking pretty average of what you'd expect for a guy at 25, I'm not quite the social type nor am I very good with being around people in general. However, I don't see myself as special either, in fact, I would often feel like I was drifting through life; that is until I met her...

You see, I'm involved in a complicated relationship. Complicated how? Think of it as somewhere between 'not sure how to label it' and 'only happens in porn'. It all started about a month ago when this girl knocked on my door in the middle of a terrible rainstorm. She looked to be in her mid-twenties, long wavy purple hair, and undeniable curves you couldn't help but notice. What stuck out even more was how calm she presented herself during such a heavy downpour, like it was barely an inconvenience for her. I believe the excuse she used to enter my place was 'my car broke down, can I use your phone?' She took off her coat and, I won't lie, my eyes were immediately drawn to the abundant valley of cleavage so shamelessly on display. The way her wet shirt clung to her chest, framing her nipples perfectly in a way that made my jaw drop. I did my best to tear myself away and go make some tea to warm her up. She introduced herself as Freya, and despite thinking what an unusual name it was, it strangely suited her.

Before I could even register what was happening, the lights dimmed, the apartment became unimaginably hot, and my now nude house guest walked toward me with a deeply lascivious grin. For the rest of the night, I blacked in and out somewhere between her lips pressed against mine and being tied to the bed while her gorgeous body mercilessly bounced on my cock. I could've sworn it was just a dream when I awoke the next morning and she was gone, but she had left me a note with a lipstick mark and a drawing of a rather insinuatingly curvaceous heart. Without a single word written on that paper, I knew somehow I'd be seeing her again.

Basically, by opening my door to her, I had become what I never imagined I would be: a fucktoy. On completely random nights, she would appear in my apartment and play her little games with me, which usually involved sucking me dry in countless, euphoric ways. I admit, a huge part of me grew addicted to her as well as the overwhelming feelings of ecstasy that linger after she's gone; but there were times I wondered if this was right. Was I a fool for engaging in this type of relationship at all? Should I rebuff her and move on with my life? Simple fact is none of those questions are strong enough to rival Freya's hold over me. When I'm face to face with her, those sinful, hot-pink eyes giving me a look that brings me to my knees, the idea of resistance seems utterly pointless. In the end, Freya always gets what she wants.

It was another ordinary night, I had just finished work at my warehouse job and as usual, I was exhausted. As I slid my key into the door lock, I froze and slowly put my ear up against the cold wood, wondering if she was inside, but I couldn't hear a sound. Maybe she wasn't coming tonight, I thought. It had become a little guessing game this past month, keeping track of how many nights she'd 'break' into my apartment. Just when I'd think she wasn't coming, she'll pop up in the middle of the night to suck me off, if only to prove me wrong. Even if tonight was going to end up like that, at least I'd be able to have dinner and relax first.

So I opened the door and immediately a strong, albeit pleasant scent flooded my senses. An all-too-familiar giggle came from the living room, my crotch twitching instinctively. Nope, it was going to be one of THOSE nights instead.

There she sat, my incomparable mistress of the night, a glass of wine in one hand while the other fiddled with her paper-thin nightgown that left nothing to the imagination. The moment we locked eyes, she lifted one of her long, slender legs til it draped over the back of the couch, giving me a wide-spread look at the glistening sex that I was thoroughly enslaved to.

"Welcome home, big boy~. Another hard day's work?" Her voice called to me and sent shivers through every cell of my body. I tried to pretend it didn't phase me, which I knew would only spur her on.

"Evening, Freya, fancy seeing you in my apartment again. How long have you been coming around now? Personally, I've never had a first date last..." I contemplated the number of times she's snuck in like this, taking my jacket off and setting my stuff down on the table.

Before I could make another move, she appeared behind me, her breath tickling my ear. "29 days?"

I just smiled a bit, feeling the goosebumps crawl up by back and along my neck. "Oh I didn't realize it was our one month anniversary, I'd have gotten you something."

"Don't you worry your pretty head about that. You know all I ever need is what's between those legs." She spoke in her sultry voice, her tongue lightly tracing the rim of my ear. "Besides, I've got such a special evening planned for the occasion."

My eyes rolled to the back of my head as my hands clenched the countertop tightly. Damn, has it been a month already?! It occurred to me just how quickly we had become accustomed to one another. It only took her a short time to learn every one of my weaknesses, every sensitive little spot that drove me mad with lust. As for her, she's taught me exactly what she craves most, and all of it was through practice, not a single spoken word. I didn't realize until later that it was the long games she preferred, and I was playing precisely to her liking.

"Come, just relax, big boy, and let me tell you what you can look forward to tonight," she said, already removing my belt, my pants pooled around my ankles on the kitchen floor. "I'm going to relieve you right here, take care of you properly after working all day. Then, I thought we could take a shower together. Of course you remember the shower rules, so unfortunately you'll be having dinner a bit late tonight." I just nodded in agreement, trying to suppress my moans as she rubbed my rapidly hardening cock through my boxers. I was used to her little games that she'd play with me, but something seemed different this time, more catered to my pleasure which, of course, I wasn't complaining. "But don't you worry, afterwards I'll reward you with a little surprise while you eat. After that... then I'll give you even more when we go to bed~" she spoke as her fingertips lightly poked my thick cockhead through my boxers.

Even as she toyed with me, I longed for everything she said, and that was how she owned me. It wasn't her sexy curves, her E-cup tits or her perfectly-sculpted ass, neither was it the way she touched or dominated me however she pleased. No, she owned me simply with that siren's voice and words; her promises that fueled every sinful desire I harbored in my depraved mind. Still, that didn't mean I wasn't gonna play around a bit.

"And what if your big boy doesn't want to tonight? Maybe he had a long day," I replied, giving her a coy smile as I turned around to face her, my clothed erection twitching like mad against her finger.

Freya let out a genuine laugh, her hand flicking my cock playfully. "Silly fuckstud..." she said, dropping to her knees on the cold kitchen tile. "You talk as if you have a choice." With that, she ripped my boxers cleanly in two and watched as my full, thick cock sprung free, hearing her moan and almost purr as my shaft bobbed up and down. "Mmm, such a beautiful cock... no matter how many times I've sucked and fucked this beast, it's never enough!" She buried her face against my balls, sucking each dangling nut between her lips to rile me up more.

It was already too late to play coy; in just that one minute she was saying and doing all the shit that turned me on to the max. I wasn't even in my apartment for five minutes and I was already completely hard and slick after her tongue covered every inch of my shaft. Her throaty giggle nearly made me lose my balance, her eyes glued to my manhood as she took hold and jacked me off fast and precisely. She must really be starving for it tonight and, thanks to whatever strange control she had over me, neither of us were worried if I came right then and there on her fucking face.

"Ohhhh fuck... fuuuck how... how do you do this... to me?! Ohhhh!" I moaned loudly just as she wrapped her soft lips around my cockhead. I erupted right down her throat, unloading stream after stream of thick cum as she sucked me off vigorously. She moaned loudly and blissfully as she eagerly swallowed every drop I had to offer, sucking hard and fondling my tight balls to coax more out of me. Even as my intense orgasm subsided, I tried to collect myself fast, because when it came to being with Freya, this would be the first of many to cum.

"Mmmm! Delicious!" Freya exclaimed, sighing happily as she released my cockhead from between her lips with a sexy pop.

She gazed up at me with a seductive, satisfied grin before directing her attention back to my still-stiff shaft, stroking it affectionately as she licked her lips. Seeing her like this I often wondered if she was in love with my phallic funstick, after all the countless times we've played her little games it was hard not to reach that conclusion. But as always, during the bits of respite she'd allow me where I could think straight, I wondered just what exactly her end-game was. There was no way it was something as simple as wanting to fuck me over and over again for the rest of our lives, if so she wouldn't just disappear the moment the sun came up. It felt more like she was with me out of necessity, a primal desire that my libido was always happy to oblige. Before I could reach a plausible theory, my brain was jumbled back into a horny mess with her tongue flicking against my dick-hole.

"Snap out of it, big boy~. Don't tell me you're tired already! After all, you know exactly what I'll do if you're feeling sleepy~..." Her sultry voice drew me in again as she pulled a vial of a familiar purple liquid out of her deep cleavage.

My eyes widened and my cock twitched like mad, growing hard again in seconds. My body was truly out of my control around Freya, training me to be terrified of her methods of 'keeping me going'. That particular vial was like caffeine mixed with viagra, but the side effect was an intense pain in my crotch that could only be sated by ejaculating. Her twisted little ways always began with a twinge of fear and ended in absolute ball-emptying bliss.

"Oh my! Looks like my big boy is very big tonight, not to mention in desperate need of a good fuck," she said, standing back up and pressing herself against my chest. Her hand expertly rubbed my shaft, rewarding it for recovering so quickly. "How about that shower? I'm sure we've both worked up quite the sweat today..." she said into my ear, leading me to the bathroom before I could even reply. "And I do so love the way your hands feel all over my sexy body, hehe!" She giggled, swaying her hips purposefully while entering the shower first.

She turned on the water and I saw her red dress drape over the shower door. I felt tingles of anticipation when her finger beckoned me to join her. I took my clothes off as fast as I could, my libido in the driver's seat once again. Taking a deep breath, I stepped into the shower and was greeted by my temptress' plump ass on full display.

"Like what you see, dear? It's not polite to stare you know," she teased, rolling her hips from side to side while she held onto the handlebars for support. "If you're going to stand there gawking, you might as well put that mighty prick to WOOOORK!" Freya exclaimed suddenly as I plunged my wild cock deep inside her.

Another massive load nearly burst the second I felt her velvety pussy hug my shaft. Just standing there with every last inch of me filling her hungry, wet cunt, it was enough to drive any man crazy. And just like before, I gave in and bucked my hips with absolute abandon.

"Oh fuck yes! That's it, big boy, fuck my pussy! I've waited all day for you to wreck me with that fucking cock! Ohhhhh make a mess of her, baby!" She shouted, grinding her own hips in time with my thrusts.

Her smoldering pussy was so busy massaging my cock into oblivion, I nearly didn't register the tip hitting the entrance of her womb over and over. I tried to hold back this time, wanting to drive her to a mind-blowing orgasm first, but if I knew Freya, she'd want to draw out the game as long as she could.

"Ohhhh you're so deep, big boy! You know just the way I like it!" She moaned louder, gazing back at me over her shoulder. "How about a little reward?" She then snapped her fingers and immediately I felt my pleasure multiply deep in my crotch. My eyes glazed over and I bucked my hips so fast and effortless, like I could fuck her with enough strength to move a boulder.

"F-Freya... I can't... stop... I think... I'm gonna..." I muttered between our combined rampant breaths, but the sound of her seductively shushing me, silencing my mind and making me focus on thoroughly fucking her astounding pussy.

"I know, big boy, so am I! Just focus on plunging that gorgeous beast deeper and deeper, then you can cum when I give the word." Her commands always sound like an irresistible choice, one I was so very eager to make right then and there.

I did as I was told with a stupid, lazy grin on my face, my tight balls on fire with every adrenaline-pumped thrust. Then, the words appeared in my head, reminding me of my place with her and how I secretly loved to say it. I am Freya's fucktoy, her pleasure is all I need, and my needy cock belongs only to her. Those words would ring through my ears in between her own sultry phrases, beckoning me to be hers no matter how many times I claimed otherwise.

"That's it! That's it, right there! Fuck fuck fuck, yes! Cum now! Cum for me you gorgeous fucking stud!" She screamed through her orgasm, her spasming walls mercilessly smothering my cock. I plunged all the way inside, unleashing another massive torrent of cum, filling her up to the brim while we both moaned and melted through our orgasms under the shower head.

"Fuck Freya... I can't stop loving this... I'm not sure I can hold out til morning," I uttered, slowly retreating my soaked cock out of her, those quivering lips already leaking my cum.

"Mmmm morning comes fast, big boy. You'll have plenty of time to rest later, after those balls are completely empty." She threw me the bottle of soap and began waving her ass in my direction. "Now you know the rules. You've fucked me thoroughly, now it's time to clean up the mess you made of me." Her command sent shivers up my spine and in seconds my hands were drenched in the soapy liquid, spreading it across every last curve of her soft body.

She seemed pleased by my work if her moans were any indication. I barely finished with her ass and thighs before she turned around and embraced me suddenly, smothering my face in her cleavage. "Don't think I haven't noticed. You're definitely more enthusiastic and playful than usual. Mmm good fuckstuds like you just make me melt~." She lifted my face up and delivered a warm passionate kiss that nearly made me collapse to the shower floor, but snapped me out of it with a firm slap to my ass. "Hurry up now, let's finish up here so we can get to that special dinner I have planned." She snapped her fingers and I began to feel that same soapy liquid rising up my legs, cleaning every last trace of sweat on my body as if an invisible hand was doing all the work.

This spurred me on to finish cleaning her as well, earning me some more sultry moans from her. As usual, she demanded that she clean my cock and balls without any magic. She was like an artist when it came to dealing with my genitals, knowing every little trick and weak spot to make me erect in seconds. She did just that and more, her soapy hands stroking my shaft and fondling my balls, lathering them up nicely and rinsing them off with the shower head. She giggled as the water jets made my cock pulse and throb.

Just when I thought she was going to take it down her throat again, this slutty goddess just slaps my shaft and watches it sway wildly in front of her face, prompting a slight whimper out of me. "Mmmm good boy! Clean and hard, just the way I like you." She placed a wet kiss on my cockhead before standing up and grabbing my length the same way you'd hold someone's hand. I obediently followed her as she led me out of the shower. She slipped me and herself into a warm towel-like robe that dried our bodies off quickly, but my focus was solely on her as she led me by the cock into the kitchen.

I was taken aback that only an hour had passed since I got home; fuck, it felt like we were in the shower til midnight! Freya let go of me and sat me down at the table. I could smell something very good coming from the oven and stove, but I didn't remember either being on when I first got home.

"Seeing as you worked ever so hard today, I thought you deserved a tasty meal made by yours truly!" She was so excited, she rarely ever sounded this exhilarated unless skin-slapping sex was involved. I, on the other hand, was a mix of eager and anxious. After a month-full of passionate, nightly rendezvous', tonight would be the night I was finally going to experience Freya's cooking. The anticipation was already eating away at me, I felt like a kid on Christmas. She had talked before about her cooking prowess but always finished by saying I wasn't ready to try it yet, whatever that was supposed to mean.

I opened my mouth to ask her what she had made, but was immediately silenced by her snapping fingers summoning a warm buttered bun between my lips. "Silence, big boy, I know you're eager to find out what it is, but you'll just have to wait. Enjoy that little appetizer while I put the finishing touches on the main course."

I relaxed my shoulders and obediently took a bite of the bun, only for it to send my taste buds into a fireworks frenzy. The bun was actually filled with melted butter, I never knew something so simple could taste so amazing! "It's... really good... really really good! How did you-?" I was cut off once again by another bun magically stuffed into my mouth.

"Hehe, less talkie more chewie, big boy! Let's just say I have my own... 'special' cooking skills," she chuckled, returning to the stove, giving me a perfect view of her ass as she swayed her hips gleefully. I just moaned into the pastry's melty goodness and felt myself become more relaxed. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out she was most likely stuffing me with some spell-infused delicacies, but I didn't care. On some level I trusted Freya, and as long as I served a purpose in her eyes, I tried not to worry.

Just as I finished the two buns, she emerged from the steam-filled kitchen carrying a large bowl of which the contents were already bombarding my senses, making my mouth water without yet knowing what the fuck it was.

"Here you are, big boy, I made my speciality: beef stew! Fresh, hot, and all yours," she spoke softly, being quite deliberate with her words. She placed the bowl directly in front of me, the smell drawing me in further, making my body tingle at the culinary perfection she had created. Between the buns and the stew, I wondered how her food could have such an effect on me, but the question was squashed from my brain altogether as her dexterous fingers caressed my chin, forcing my face and its surprised expression to look up at her. "What do you say?"

"T-Thank you!" I replied as quickly as I could, pleasing Freya immensely. I was going to say how amazing it looked, but she swiftly took a spoon-full and fed it right into my open mouth. I sighed and chewed the meat and veggies slowly, savoring the taste as my body slumped in the chair. I could have melted into a puddle right there on the chair and I'm sure she wouldn't have minded.

"You're welcome, baby, now enjoy the meal you so rightfully deserve," she whispered into my ear, placing the spoon in my right hand. She leaned over me to close the blinds of the kitchen window, burying my face in her tits as she did so. This was no doubt on purpose seeing as she's never been so candid, in fact she never worried about the windows or anyone seeing us together. "Sorry, big boy, just thought I'd give us a bit more privacy," she said, standing back up straight and giggling at the confused and aroused face that emerged from between her mountainous breasts. "You can play with them all you want AFTER you've eaten; don't let my hard work get cold now."

As usual, I did what I was told and tore my eyes away to dig into the heavenly-tasting concoction in front of me. My suspicions were quickly put to rest when every bite seemed to fill me with adrenaline, all my strength directed down to my crotch and forcing my muscles and brain into a relaxed state. It wasn't long before using the spoon became a chore, and yet when I turned to Freya to see if she would help, she was nowhere to be found. It was so hard to turn my head and search for her, but my curiosity was sated when I felt a gentle, warm breath tickle my groin. Her malicious yet seductive laugh echoed through my ears and caused more of my blood to pump faster, my cock poking through the robe and twitching like mad against my mistress' teasing breath.

"F-Freya... p-please..." I uttered through my own quickened breath, my body pushed to the brink of anticipation, fully preparing itself for whatever game she planned next. And yet, I still nearly exploded right fucking there as she suddenly wrapped her large, infatuatingly soft titties around my engorged shaft.

"Did I tell you to stop eating, baby? You're not worried about what's going on under the table, are you?" Freya teased, rubbing her breasts around the entirety of my length. "No, no of course you're not; a good fuckstud isn't worried about letting a massive pair of tits milking his mighty cock get in the way of a tasty meal." I moaned and whimpered loudly again, my whole body going stiff at my aching manhood being smothered in a valley of warmth and bounciness of which I knew the only escape was ejaculation. "So what if you cum while you eat, you're no stranger to this sensation so why not get used to it. Just accept it as another dalliance and enjoy the moment, embrace your role as the lucky fucktoy you are and listen to your mistress."

Her words poured into my hazy brain, my body shaking and unable to focus on even lifting up the spoon. "You will eat every last bite and you will cum when I tell you, these are just facts of life to your horny little mind. Now make me happy and obey~" She giggled as she lifted her breasts up and pushed them down hard, prompting another moan from me as my bulbous head poked through her cleavage. And as she commanded, I wolfed down the stew as if nothing else was going on. Every time I took a bite, she'd reward me by shimmying her chest and giving my cockhead a quick lick and suck. Between her ministrations and the effect of the laced meal, I was fighting a losing battle against this professional seductress, and though both of us knew this, we carried on fueled by our own addictive adulation.

"Mmmm... mistress, I'll... make you pay... for this later... you know that, right?"

"You can try, big boy. You could pound my pussy mercilessly all night long, that will teach me a lesson I'm sure," she said playfully, picking up the pace of her stroking, her hand snaking her way between my legs to fondle my balls.

My eyes glazed over once again as the pleasure racked up, wracking my body in a dozen different ways. I lost count how many times I nearly lost my grip on the spoon, my focus tugged relentlessly alongside my beet-red shaft. Yet, by some miracle she no doubt had a hand in, I had one last spoon-full left.

"That's it! Only one more to go, then you can let loose all that ball-batter churning in these hefty balls of yours," she said with such anticipation, jacking me off so fast the sound of her tits slapping against my thighs echoed through my modest apartment. "Go on, be a good boy and finish your meal, or else you can't have dessert~!"

The kitchen was filled with the sounds of wet slapping and heavy breathing from the both of us. She wanted this as badly as I did, however she was the one who had a firm control of her desires. A slight gulping sound escaped my throat as I scooped the tiny bit of broth remaining, lifting it up toward my mouth. If I dropped that spoon right now after all this, I'd never be able to withstand Freya's disappointment. She was making it ten times as hard with her incessant, tit-squeezing strokes coaxing me to the very brink of orgasm. Just as my lips parted to take that last sip and finally paint her gorgeous face and chest in my cum, a sudden knock at the door brought everything to a halt.

"Hey! It's Stacy! Are you still up?" Shit! What was she doing here?! I remained still and silent, gazing down at Freya who was sporting a wide, mischievous grin. My eyes widened in fear upon realizing that the malicious temptress was planning to use this to her advantage. I shook my head down at my mistress, silently pleading with her to just let me answer the door and get rid of Stacy before she was pulled into something that would most likely result in never seeing my neighbors again. Freya's smile grew seeing me mortified and squirming, nodding her head in time with mine. Knowing her, she'd love the chance for me to be caught exposed, but I simply couldn't risk Stacy even seeing Freya period. More knocks came from the door and even with the blinds closed, the lights on was a clear indication I was home. I gathered as much strength as I could muster and tore my manhood out of Freya's squishy embrace. I stood up from the table, nearly losing my balance at first, but straightened up my robe regardless and walked to the door. Thankfully my brain was waking up more from its horny stupor; the last thing I needed was for Stacy to see me as an incoherent mess.

I took a deep breath and opened the door just a crack, enough so my head and part of my upper body could be seen. Stacy jolted a little bit from the door opening, but her genuine smile greeted me nonetheless.

"Heya! Sorry, I hope I'm not disturbing you," Stacy said sweetly. She held a small tray with a tinfoil cover, most likely a dessert of some kind. Stacy would often bake some tasty treats, but she tended to make a lot so she'd share them with the neighbors. Like the others that lived in our building, I thought her baking was absolutely brilliant. When she'd stop by, we'd talk for quite a bit, I'd invite her inside but she always said she had to get back to her place soon, then we'd talk in the doorway for longer. Truth is I hadn't seen come around with treats in a long while, which made her sudden visit all the more alarming.

"N-No, not at all, I just... conked out in bed after getting home." I forced a casual yawn to try and sell the lie. My eyes casually looked back into the kitchen, calmly looking for any trace of Freya when I noticed the table was completely empty. I swallowed hard and maintained my cool. I realized I'd have to remain alert as well as keep a normal conversation going, that's when I heard that malicious giggle echo inside my head.

Mmmm she looks rather nice, very very nice in fact. I see why you were so keen to hide her from me, big boy. My eyes shut as her voice reverberated in the depths of my brain. Telepathy was another ability she'd often flex, mainly when her mouth dealt with more carnal concerns.

I bit down on my lower lip slightly, trying my best to ignore Freya and focus on Stacy. "I-Is that for me?" I asked, my eyes angling down at the pan.

"Hm? Oh yes! I made some brownies, but as usual I made way too many," she replied, lifting the pan with her face beaming back at me with that iridescent smile. "I thought maybe you'd like some..."

"T-That's really sweet of you, thanks. It's been a hot minute since you brought over some dessert." I thought about opening the door more, but almost immediately I felt a familiar wind blow between my thighs. Without having to look, I knew Freya was on her knees, teasingly opening my robe again. I cautiously slid my arm through and grabbed the brownies, which undoubtedly confused Stacy to the point of concern.

"I know, some things came up and... are you ok? You didn't hurt yourself did you?" She asked, her voice dripping with concern.

Oh yes, his poor balls are in such agony, or at least they're about to be~. Freya's words poured into me as her tongue danced across my ballsack, bringing life back to my flaccid cock.

"I've got some Ibuprofen in my bag if you aren't feeling well."

I know exactly what he needs, and if he's not careful, you'll get to see me give it to him~.

Both their voices collided in my brain, confusing me on which one I was supposed to reply to. "W-What? No, I'm uh... I'm fine, Stacy, really." I'd be surprised if she didn't believe me. At this point, my knuckles were pale white gripping onto the doorknob so tight, resisting this temptress with all my might. I couldn't suppress a feigned whimper, which I thankfully masked as an uneasy breath, when her tongue glided up my rapidly growing shaft. She wanted this, she wasn't going to stop and a sick part of me didn't want her to either.

Stacy's concerned look remained, stepping closer to the door which tightened my grip on the door. "Listen, I... I've been wanting to talk to you about something," she began, my lower lip growing numb from how hard I was biting. "I get the feeling something's... different about you," she said, my eyes blinking quite a bit, trying my damnedest to keep the other side of this door hidden. "Like... is something going on at work? Any health scares? I don't know I just wanted to know if anything... serious was going on."

Oh for fuck sake, just open the door, big boy! Let her see me devour this monster cock, you know you want to~! Freya flicked her tongue against my glans, my ultimate weak spot. I forced both my eyelids shut to hide my shock, my legs wobbling as the strength holding my body up was waning fast. You can't pretend you haven't imagined her getting off to watching us fuck like crazy, her orgasm wracking her pretty little brains out every time she lays eyes on your fucking cock. To drive the point home, that domineering succubus plunged my throbbing dick down her throat. Her lips sealed tight around the base and sucked away every last bit of my sanity. Go on, give in! Let your mistress deal with Stacy~.

"No!" I shouted suddenly, surprising the hell out of Stacy. "I-I'm sorry I... n-nothing's wrong, I just... I-I've just been..." My eyes begin to tear up slightly, my body wracking from the pleasure but denying any moan or heavy breathing was too much to bear.

Still holding it together, I see. You've grown strong, big boy, lasting much longer under your mistress. I thought I had wrung out all the resistance you had left. While still deftly slurping on my sore fuck-pole, her hand slipped inside the inner pocket of her robe. My peripherals kept as sharp a focus as I could while not tipping off Stacy. But it appears you've still got some fight left... and I think it's because of her. She pulled out the vial from earlier and I cursed under my breath. Let's show her how much of a brainless fuckstud you can be~!

Before Freya could make another move, I disappeared behind the door and snatched the vial from her hand, shoving my cock all the way down her throat causing a sudden squeal to fill her stuffed mouth. "Are you insane?! You're going to get me evicted if you keep this up! Now knock it off or I swear you'll regret it!" I whispered angrily at her, quickly returning to Stacy without waiting for a muffled response from Freya. "Sorry about that, I thought I saw a rat or something." I was filled with such lame excuses, but I was reaching my last nerve. However, Freya was silent, kneeling down with my dick still fully encased between her soft lips. Did I piss her off? I had never shown that level of domination in my life, let alone to my mistress. I knew a punishment for me was in the future, but with my insatiable succubus it was impossible to predict what it would be.

Ohhhh big boy. Poor, stupid, silly little fuck-stud. You have no idea what's coming. And the best part? You'll be on your knees thanking me by morning. Just wait and see...

"Well look, I've got to be getting home," Stacy said, pointing back toward the driveway. As fear encompassed my very soul, unaware of what Freya intended to do after this door closed, I wanted Stacy to stay if only to prolong the inevitable. "But if you need anything, even if it's just to talk, you can call me anytime." She handed me her number on a card and gave me a gentle smile. She turned on her heels and walked back toward her car.

I stood there frozen in the same position I had been in for what felt like an hour. As I watched my caring neighbor walk further away, I felt my terrified dick slide out of the warm confines of Freya's sinfully hot mouth only to be assaulted by the cold air flooding in from outside.

"Close the door, slave," Freya ordered bluntly, snatching the vial back, gripping the back of my head and smothering my face in her cleavage.

With a swift flick of my wrist, I shut the door and found myself thrown up against it with such passion and strength. In an attempt to appease my no-doubt frustrated temptress, my tongue lingered over to her nipple, teasing that hard nub like my life depended on it. My plan, if you could call it that, didn't work in the slightest as she ripped me from the inside of her robe and held me firmly by the neck.

"I don't know who you think you are, silly boy, trying to make up for that small moment of bravado. If you think I'm just going to overlook that, then you obviously haven't been paying attention." She loosened her grip on my neck only to tear me away from the door, allowing me to somewhat regain control of my quivering body. "And after I had the generosity to keep your poor cock nice and cozy while you flirted with that girl too. Shame shame~!"

"I-I wasn't flirting! She's... she's just a NEIGH-b-bor..." In that split second, she closed the distance I made between us, ripped off my robe, and grabbed my swaying shaft firmly.

"Shush, Mistress is talking now." Her command melted me like butter, my entire body complying without a moment's hesitation. "Very good. Never forget these little moments of dominance you've shown occur because I allow them." She slowly coaxed me back into hardness, every inch growing and filling her adept hand. "Now, don't bother giving me any bullshit excuse about this Stacy girl. Sexual tension is a scent I specialize in sniffing out and I could smell it off both of you a mile away." She whispered softly in my ear, her hand leaving my throbbing cock to fondle my balls. "As for the threat you made behind the door, what was it again?" She slid down my bare chest, flicking my nipples playfully as she torturedly moved her head towards my crotch. "You would... make me regret gagging on your needy cock with your sexy neighbor in earshot? Is that right?"

She started stroking my shaft again, her hand moving much faster now. I opened my mouth to reply only for her to squeeze tighter at the base and suck the bulbous head between her lips. I moaned and bucked my hips involuntarily, her tongue flicking against my glans to force a reaction out of me.

"I think you're the one who will regret it very soon, but first, you're going to take a nice... long... rest~..." She accentuated the last few words with a tantalizing lick, taking advantage of my weak spot over and over again. "You see, big boy, you're still under the impression that you have some control over what's happened tonight, but that's not true at all. You've done exactly what I planned, being the adorably predictable stud you've always been. I admit, you've thrown one or two curveballs I didn't see coming, but they weren't entirely unwelcome. Your little show of dominance was quite the turn-on, but I'm afraid you won't be doing it again tonight. For you see, the night is still young... and there's soooo much to do before the main event." Her talking seemed to go on and on. It felt less like a conversation and more like she was trying to lull me into a groggy state. "It comes down to one simple fact, fucktoy..." She grabbed hold of her giant tits once more and engulfed my aching cock, smothering it again in perpetual softness. "This has been a game... and you've been losing..."

Instead of fully processing her words, I sighed and relaxed, enjoying the feel of her tits jerking me off. I felt my balance start to waver, but Freya simply grabbed my legs and eased me backwards until I was sitting down on the couch. She resumed her shameless titfuck, her subtle moans lulling me into a deeper sense of relaxation. "I... I don't... know what you... mean."

"You have no one to blame but yourself. You assumed every pleasure-filled minute that's passed was purely for your own satisfaction. You assumed the meal was designed to trigger your libido and make you more susceptible to me. Am I wrong?"

The more she talked, the more her tits bounced and slid up and down my cock, making it that much harder to listen and comprehend. "F-Freya... w-why?" I asked, moaning as every inch of my spoiled manhood was squeezed delightfully in her pillowy prison.

"Why would I drown you in blowjobs and titfucks repeatedly meant to last? Why would I waste time with an aphrodisiac when I've already spent over a month wrapping you around my little finger? Very good questions indeed, big boy." My eyelids felt so heavy by this point, feeling the trap she laid closing in around me just as I was on the verge of cumming again. "Don't worry, the answer will come to you soon, I promise. The game must go on, after all, and now is the part where you cum nice and hard for me while I tell you about your current... predicament."

As if compelled to make her words a reality, I tilted my head back, arched my back, and moaned deeply as her titjob forced yet another powerful orgasm to surge up through my shaft. The strength and speed of which I came turned her bountiful breasts into a water fountain with the way my jizz spewed out of her cleavage. She giggled as she witnessed the spectacle, not bothered in the slightest by my cum coating her soft chest.

"Mmmm good boy... giving me such a sweet treat," she said, lifting her hand up to lick my cum off her fingers. "Speaking of treats, I laced yours with something special, a concoction that wouldn't take effect until... well I'm sure I don't need to explain it to you, do I, drowsy?" She teasingly patted my cheek, her pink eyes glowing in glee as my body sank deeper into the couch, quickly growing weaker by the second. "Don't fight it, big boy... just let yourself drift off, knowing I'm here to keep you safe~... and relaxed~." Her words grew further and further apart as my vision started to go blurry. "Sleep... nice and deep... and when you wake up... the real fun will begin..."

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"Wake up, big boy... wakie, wakie!" The siren call of her dulcet tone gently lifted me awake.

Dazed and confused, my eyes fluttered and gazed around the room. I was in bed, completely naked once again with my wrists firmly tied to the headboard. Remembering what had transpired before, I sighed and glared up at the woman deriving such twisted pleasure from all this. "Couldn't wait to get me here, I see. So I take it this is part of my punishment?"

"Hardly. I was going to tie you up tonight regardless. No, I have something deliciously more fun in store." She lifted her hand to show off a small, dark ring. In an instant, my eyes and her smile widened for clearly different reasons. I knew that ring well from one of our more intense evenings. It was an elastic cock-ring designed to tighten gradually to her request. I didn't last long against it last time and she showed pity on me, so I've only experienced it for little over a minute.

"You-you can't be serious! You're not really going to..."

"Slide this tiny ring over your massive cock? Oh but I intend to do just that~!" Freya stepped closer to the bed, her other hand grabbing my shaft firmly. "I have to make you understand that your dominant outbursts do not go unpunished. What better way to ingrain it in your mind than to suppress those cherished orgasms of yours."

Without allowing me the chance to brace myself, Freya pointed my dick to the ceiling, holding it steady, and deftly slid the stretched ring over my frightened manhood. Once she reached the base, her malicious giggling filled the room and a brutal cold rose up my exposed body.

"No matter what you do, you will never overpower me." She let go and the ring snapped tightly to my cock, prompting a loud, pain-filled grunt out of me. My body writhed a bit due to the initial shock, the intense squeeze of the ring felt much more painful than last time.

"P-Please... I-I didn't mean... t-to OHHHH!" I moaned, whimpered and writhed in that bed as the ring tightened again after she snapped her fingers.

"YOU will be silent. Good fucktoys moan and whimper while they listen to their mistress." Waiting to let her command sink in, she sat down on the bed and turned my head towards her. "Have you forgotten your place with me, big boy? We've had a good thing going this last month, I'd hate for it to be spoiled because you're worried about your little crush seeing you fuck me."

I swallowed hard and gazed deep into her eyes, pleading silently to set me free. I knew it was hopeless, but she didn't leave me much choice.

"Now I'm going to tell you what's about to happen. You're going to lay there, gorgeous and perpetually erect, and I'm going to ride you until the sun comes up. Afterwards, you will call in sick to work and spend the whole day serving me in this bed. And until I say otherwise, you will comply with whatever I decide to do. You will not question, you will not prevent anything, you will only say 'yes mistress' and be a good, horny fuckstud. Understand?" Realizing my helpless situation, I nod to which she firmly slapped my restrained cock. "DO... YOU... understand~?" She repeated, snapping her fingers twice to tighten the ring to impossibly painful heights.

I groaned and gritted my teeth, my hands gripping my bonds for dear life. "Y-Y... Yes... Yes, mistress."

"There's a good boy, see how easy it is when you let me do all the thinking? Now, onto the matter of your little whore. I think you'll quite like this actually. Come in, dear!"

Walking into the bedroom, the dim light illuminated the slender body of someone new. I nearly lost my sense of reality when I immediately recognized the face of the last person I thought I'd see in tight, black-lace lingerie.

"Stacy?! What are you doing here? W-Why are you- AHHH!" The ring tightened even more, causing my toes to curl and push me toward the breaking point.

"Already forgetting the rules, and here I thought you would've learned from such silly mistakes," Freya giggled, getting up from the bed to stand beside my nervous neighbor. "Well Stacy, should we tell him or leave him in suspense a little longer?" Both Freya and I couldn't keep our eyes off Stacy's stunning body, shocked by every sexy curve that was on display. Even the way she styled her hair, letting it out of the modest ponytail I was used to seeing, was arousing me more than I thought would be possible against my constricting prison.

"I-I'm sorry... y-you see she came to me a week ago and... well she found out I had been... been um..." Her whole face was flushed red, barely able to make eye contact with me or my bondage-displayed body.

"She's been spying on us, big boy, watching us fuck night after night from the outside window. What a kinky little voyeur bitch you've been~!" The look Freya gave her I've seen many times, the one that ensnares you and beckons you to the same erotic heights as her; and Stacy gazed back at her obliviously. To my surprise, she didn't seem repulsed by Freya's choice of words, rather she appeared almost flattered but still a bit embarrassed whenever she would look my way.

"Y-Yes... I never intended for either of you to find out... I tried to stop, I really did, but... whenever I saw you around the neighborhood, I'd feel something... like a glimmer of anticipation." Stacy stumbled quite a bit through her explanation, but neither Freya or I were bothered by it. "I know it's wrong to watch you like that... but I can't help feeling this way... and I can't ignore it either. I was too embarrassed to talk about this with anyone... until she found me and... said she could help." Stacy turned further away from me, nervously stroking her arm while stealing small glances at me and my predicament.

"That's where we come in, stud," Freya started. "We're going to help her experience true pleasure, opening the door to the kind of ecstasy only we can provide."

I watched helplessly as my mistress wrapped her arm slowly around Stacy's waist, leaning in close to her, whispering softly in her ear. My nervous neighbor seemed to relax, her shoulders slumping slightly, her eyes closing, and biting her bottom lip which practically advertised her arousal. My cock twitched within the tight confines, the erotic sight of them together was like a portrait I couldn't help but admire.

Then, I saw Stacy's eyes widen and turn to face Freya with a concerned look, most likely surprised by whatever she whispered. She glanced downward at the end of the bed, and when I thought she'd look back at Freya she never did. Stacy's eyes were locked on my cock, as if it had her under a spell.

"So, big boy, are you going to behave as we show our guest a good time?"

I immediately wanted to ask what she had in mind, to know what exactly my insatiable seductress was planning, how far this night was going to go. Then, as my cock twitched against the ring currently squeezing my shaft with a force that could pop a balloon I remembered Freya's words. I took a deep breath and gazed back at the half-naked duo standing in front of me. "Yes, mistress," I answered obediently and I caught a glimpse of Stacy's thighs rubbing slightly together after I spoke. Was she really turned on by all this?

"Very good; this will be more fun than I thought~!"

To be continued...