I'm hot and sticky. The warm night air that made it possible for Lucy to walk to the dormitory without noticing she was topless is now making me feel claustrophobic in my little bedroom. I get off the bed to crack the window open. It's still early enough in the evening that the noise of traffic seeps in with the fresh air. On my way back to Lucy I grab my Hitachi wand from my bedside table. The only other things on the table is a small lamp and the empty spot where my gun would have been if the day had gone as planned.
I'm looking at her -- filled with the same amount of lust and covetousness I had before I came -- so I see her eyes widen and her nostrils flare. I know the men rarely think of her pleasure when they fuck her. I know it doesn't matter, because her programming allows her to take pleasure from every type of use. But, for her, as with all Ray's honey pots, an orgasm has to be intentionally given by the user. I intend to give her as many as she can take before she passes out. The monster in me has me convinced this is the best way to get her to Rowan's without suffering intense withdrawal symptoms from missing her nightly reconditioning.
The buckles and snaps of the straps are being difficult; I can't get them off one-handed. I put the Hitachi down on the bed and take the straps and dildo off. The bulbous end that was in me goes in Lucy's mouth. I straddle her face but keep my hips high enough so that she can see everything. She moans and lifts her head in an attempt to spear me with the other end of the dildo.
"No, Lucy," I say, "Just look at the pussy that owns you. Think about how much you want it. It'll make it easier to cum, won't it?" I tease, wriggling just a bit.
"Mm-hmm," she moans around the dildo.
I grab the Hitachi with my right hand. After turning it on, I support myself with my left hand on the bed, near her hip, and look at the lovely red cunt I'm about to pleasure.
The lightest touch of the buzzing toy to Lucy's clit and she cums. Lucy's muffled screams at her first orgasm are wonderful to hear. She writhes under me, lifting her hips then slamming them back onto the pillows. Her hands grip my hips, holding on for support to help her ride it out. I'm so turned on I'm dripping. I imagine the drops of cum landing on her face, maybe her nose, making it impossible to breathe without smelling me.
"Good girl," I say, once her breathing slows and evens out, "Now for the second." She whimpers and I grin to myself as I bring the Hitachi back to touch her clit. More moaning and writhing, but she doesn't immediately reach orgasm. I watch her flesh dimple under the weight of the Hitachi and come back fuller, redder, after it passes by.
I run the toy down one side, let it sit lightly on her anus for a moment, then bring it back up the other side. Her lips are so full and slick. They beckon me. I get down onto my elbows. The pillows under her hips hold them high enough that my face is right there, less than an inch from her cunt. I put the Hitachi down and slide my right hand under her thigh and around to slip two fingers into her as I suck her clit into my mouth. She pushes herself into me, against me, as she orgasms again. I love her taste, her smell, a clean tang like sunshine.
I keep going, sucking and tonguing and spreading my two fingers apart inside her. My pussy drips its juices onto her face. She moans loudly around the dildo and the second orgasm segues into a third. I can feel it clenching around my fingers; I open my eyes and watch it ripple repeatedly through the muscles of her cunt and ass. I feel a sympathy orgasm as my clit twitches. I want this moment to never end.
But, when it does, I take a moment to back up and take the dildo out of her mouth.
"You obviously liked that," I say, smirking down at her.
She nods enthusiastically. Her eyes are locked onto my mouth. Her programming prevents her from meeting my eyes most of the time. I find it adorably submissive. Drips of my own juice are all over her face, in her eyes, her nose, sliding down her cheeks.
"I own you," I say, as much to myself as to her.
"Yes," she replies. Her face is filled with lust. She's not smiling or simpering or acting in any way; she's deep into a submissive headspace, focused on me and what I'm doing to her.
"I'm going to make you cum until you pass out," I say.
"Yes," she replies. She doesn't flinch or otherwise show any fear.
I reach for the Hitachi and dive down between her legs again. I'm as fearless as she is, as driven to dominate her as she is to submit to me. She never once pulls away or tries to avoid the orgasms I force on her until, finally, drenched in sweat, she loses consciousness.
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