1. Fang of Control - chapter 3


    Date: 6/14/2024, Categories: Fantasy Anal Blowjob Male Domination, Mind Control, Author: Limnophile, Source: sexstories.com

    ... asked, “When you finish the massage, can I get a happy ending?”
    
    She sounded very offended. “We don’t do that! It’s not that kind of a place! I’m not that kind of girl!”
    
    I moved my fang necklace from the table, up to the middle of my collarbone so that she could see it. “Don’t worry. I’m not going to pay you. It’s just for fun. If you lock the door and be quiet, nobody will know.”
    
    She was very hesitant and put a finger in her mouth. After a few moments she replied, “Okay.”
    
    After giving me a wonderful muscle-mashing, she locked the door. As she undressed I saw a little extra fat on her belly and ass, but her pussy was willing and in the room with me. I bent her over the massage table and screwed her from behind quite a while. She came twice by the time I did. She was climbing onto the table when there was a knock on the door. “Liu? Time is up.”
    
    She looked quite sad as I started getting dressed. I pulled my shirt over my head and said, “Maybe we can do more next time.”
    
    As I pulled up my jeans, she sadly asked, “Please?” I saw a tear at the corner of her eye as I strode out of the room.
    
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    As I walked toward the motel I felt uneasy. I had a foreboding sensation that something terrible was coming, and I should get ready for it. I stopped at a convenience store and bought six bags of beef jerky and all the sausage sticks they had.
    
    I got the key for my room and went there. I slid my trove of meats under the bed to hide them, then walked across the street ...
    ... to a restaurant for a rare steak. I felt famished and ended up eating three large steaks.
    
    I went back to my room and checked on my hidden food stash. I pulled the bags of sausage and jerky out and laid on the bed, holding them. I had no idea why but felt a strong urge to eat as much as I could as quickly as I could. Even after my bellyful of steaks, I stuffed myself further with several sausage sticks and two bags of jerky, before falling asleep clutching my precious food.
    
    In the morning I woke and checked the TV news to see what terrible thing had occurred. There was a minor accident blocking traffic on the main highway through town, but nothing more ominous. There was a politician involved in a sex scandal, but that happened so often it was almost routine. I looked out the window and noticed it was cloudy, but nothing seemed to be wrong. I still had a terrible sensation of dread.
    
    I walked across the street for breakfast and had a ham and cheese omelet, then half a dozen pancakes, sausage, and an order of waffles with bacon. My belly felt ready to burst, but I ordered two breakfast steaks and struggled to eat them anyway. I had no idea why I was so absurdly hungry.
    
    I took a nap and went back for lunch. I ate an order of meatloaf, a steak sandwich, and an order of beef Stroganoff, then had two cheeseburgers for desert. I was having trouble walking back to the motel with my distended abdomen and wondered if I should see a doctor.
    
    As I was opening the door to my ...