Homeomorphism - Step 01 - Sex Stories

Homeomorphism - Step 01

... cum harder than she ever had before, but hadn't been able to stop herself from cumming harder than she ever had before, all because of Charlotte's words. All because Charlotte called her weak. Called her a failure.

Hayley liked it. Wanted it.

Charlotte could feel her pussy throbbing between her legs. She couldn't take it anymore. As gently as she could, Charlotte slipped away from Hayley's peacefully sleeping body and crept into the bathroom.

She slid to the floor the second the door closed behind her, frantically pulling her pajama pants over her legs and shoving her hand into her panties, rubbing at her clit with frenzied strokes. She moaned with relief as the burning between her legs began to subside, replaced by a pleasurable buzz. Hungry for more, Charlotte slid the fingers of her other hand up and down her smooth pussy, slathering them with her own wetness before shoving two fingers inside of herself.

Charlotte grunted wildly, thrusting her hips against her own fingers involuntarily. The world was fading away around her, all she could think about was Hayley. How striking she had looked in her costume, standing timidly on Charlotte's doorstep. How desperate she must have been for release that she would show up unannounced.

How desperate she must have been for Charlotte.

Charlotte felt herself nearing the edge and slowed her fingers. She wasn't ready to cum yet.

Her words rang in her ears over and over and over ...

... again.

Weak.

Fucking.

Failure.

The memory of Hayley's orgasm was burned into Charlotte's memory. The tightness of her skin. The rigidity of her limbs. The trembling quivers of her muscles. It was all so...involuntary. As though Hayley was a mere captive within her own body. A slave to her body's urges and desires.

The urge to cum.

The desire to be controlled - commanded to hold in her orgasm.

The need to be called a weak...fucking...failure.

Somewhere, deep within her pleasure addled brain, Charlotte's conscience fought to be heard. It screamed all the things that Charlotte had been repeating to Hayley for the past month. That she was strong. That she deserved to feel good. That she controlled her body, not the other way around.

But it was too late. Charlotte had lost herself entirely to the fantasy of Hayley's enslavement. Enslavement to her body. Enslavement to Charlotte.

Hayley had come toher. Hayley had cum ather hands.Her words.

Charlotte felt herself beginning to tip over the edge and painfully withdrew her fingers, feeling her pussy throb in agony as it was left empty and unstimulated. Delicately, she began rubbing her clit again, careful keeping herself balanced on the edge without tipping over.

She began to imagine all the things she could say to Hayley.

All the things she could do.

Things that Hayley wouldn't justlet her do, butwanted her to do.

Charlotte's mind was an unintelligible whirlwind of words, thoughts and emotions now. Thoughts of Hayley degraded and ...