Gifted- Influence Luis(A7)

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"What do you want me to do about it?"
"What do you want me to do about it?"
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"You know what, let's pat that mouth of yours to good use." She turns around and sits on his face before he can object. She lets out the first moan of that night, and then another, but after that, none more. She waits for a bit, before getting off again and saying, "You know what, fine. You're not good enough for me to fuck you, and so it shall be. No more sexytimes for you!" In this moment of emotion for Alice, you fulfill her decree in a way you never know you could affect people: You remove Luis' desire to do anything with Alice except supporting her well being, and make him forget about this argument that they just had. You then fill that void with enough thoughts of tiredness to last him the rest of his dreary life. He passes out immediately, and, in what could possibly be an adrenaline-induced fury, Alice storms off to the bathroom. You turn off the light as you leave the room and follow her.  
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"You know what, let's put that mouth of yours to good use." She turns around and sits on his face before he can object. She lets out the first moan of that night, and then another, but after that, none more. She waits for a bit, before getting off again and saying, "You know what, fine. You're not good enough for me to fuck you, and so it shall be. No more sexytimes for you!" In this moment of emotion for Alice, you fulfill her decree in a way you never know you could affect people: You remove Luis' desire to do anything with Alice except supporting her well being, and make him forget about this argument that they just had. You then fill that void with enough thoughts of tiredness to last him the rest of his dreary life. He passes out immediately, and, in what could possibly be an adrenaline-induced fury, Alice storms off to the bathroom. You turn off the light as you leave the room and follow her.  
You peer through the lockhole and see her taking a shower. She sits down on the little bench in the shower, fashons a gag out of a loofah, turns the shower's water pressure to the highest it could go, detaches it, and shoves it eight inches in her snatch. She starts writhing in what is presumably pleasure with a small side of pain, and passes out screaming in seconds. Concerned for her situation, you break the lock, turn off and reattach the shower head, then set Alice back on the bench in a more comfortable posistion. You examine her again, then leave the bathroom and close the door behind you after locking it.
You peer through the lockhole and see her taking a shower. She sits down on the little bench in the shower, fashons a gag out of a loofah, turns the shower's water pressure to the highest it could go, detaches it, and shoves it eight inches in her snatch. She starts writhing in what is presumably pleasure with a small side of pain, and passes out screaming in seconds. Concerned for her situation, you break the lock, turn off and reattach the shower head, then set Alice back on the bench in a more comfortable posistion. You examine her again, then leave the bathroom and close the door behind you after locking it.

Current revision as of 06:06, 16 March 2019

Once again, you slip into Alice's bedroom closet well before she or Luis are in the room. Alice gets out of the shower she was taking and prepares to get to sleep. You let her dress in her nightgown and sit on her bed while reading a book for a while.

Your heightened senses pick up a car door being slammed in your driveway. Just as Luis opens the front door of the house, you fill Alice's mind with an intense desire to be fucked long and hard, and make her feel extremely bold. You can see the crotch area on her nightgown getting wet, and a deep blush on her cute face. She gets up and hurries to her door, cracks it open a bit, and awaits Luis' arrival. He shows up about a minute later, then gets dragged in, thrown on the bed and disrobed quickly. Luis quips, "Quite the warm welcome." You fill him with tiredness and submission. He relaxes himself, not prepared for what you know will come next.

Alice throws off her nightgown and starts jerking Luis off. When he reaches full hardness, she climbs on top of him, aligns his microdick with her slit, and starts bouncing on him roughly. After just half a minute, he groans and thrusts twice. His cock gets limp enough that Alice can't ride it anymore. She stops bouncing, then gets off him and says, "Already? It's starting to seem like you just can't satisfy me anymore."

He responds very sleepily, "What do you expect from me?"

She replies, "I expect you to fuck me silly, but your cock is so tiny and your stamina is nonexistant. I need to get off somehow!"

"What do you want me to do about it?"

"You know what, let's put that mouth of yours to good use." She turns around and sits on his face before he can object. She lets out the first moan of that night, and then another, but after that, none more. She waits for a bit, before getting off again and saying, "You know what, fine. You're not good enough for me to fuck you, and so it shall be. No more sexytimes for you!" In this moment of emotion for Alice, you fulfill her decree in a way you never know you could affect people: You remove Luis' desire to do anything with Alice except supporting her well being, and make him forget about this argument that they just had. You then fill that void with enough thoughts of tiredness to last him the rest of his dreary life. He passes out immediately, and, in what could possibly be an adrenaline-induced fury, Alice storms off to the bathroom. You turn off the light as you leave the room and follow her.

You peer through the lockhole and see her taking a shower. She sits down on the little bench in the shower, fashons a gag out of a loofah, turns the shower's water pressure to the highest it could go, detaches it, and shoves it eight inches in her snatch. She starts writhing in what is presumably pleasure with a small side of pain, and passes out screaming in seconds. Concerned for her situation, you break the lock, turn off and reattach the shower head, then set Alice back on the bench in a more comfortable posistion. You examine her again, then leave the bathroom and close the door behind you after locking it.

You head back to your back, exhausted and glad from what you've accomplished tonight.

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