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The Mindfuck
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The Mindfuck The Mindfuck The mindfuck always revolves around masturbating. Always. The mindfuck doesn't vary much, but it's off in design. The primary action of the mindfuck, is between myself and a man. Usually it's a black man, but not always. But the voice, the voice that orders me to cum, that is always always his. I don't view him as part of the mindfuck, but it is still his voice I hear demanding it from me. It starts... I walk into a room, where you sit waiting for me. You pull me towards you, "Get undressed for Daddy." I remove my clothes, and set them aside. You sit me down next to you, and lean me back. As I go back, you push my legs apart. "Is my babygirl wet for Daddy? Is my cunt wet and ready for me?" I watch your eyes intently, unable to look away, unable to answer. You spread me open with your fingers, and begin to play with my clit. You never stop gazing in my eyes. Your fingers move, your hand spanks my lips, lips are spread apart, and you spank my clit. Over and over you continue. You stop, and pick up a hitachi. Resting it against my clit, you look at me in the eyes again. "Babygirl needs to have a wet cunty for Daddy. And I'm going to make it wet for me." You turn the hitachi on, telling me "You just lay there babygirl, and get wet for Daddy. No orgasming, understand?" And so I lay there, my body twitching, staring into your eyes, as you watch my face. After time, you turn the hitachi off, and push my legs open. You drop your pants, and roll me over, spreading my lips from behind. Slowly you sink into my pussy. I hear you moan as you enter me. "Now you need to milk Daddy's dick, and I'm going to help you with that." I feel something wet touch my asshole, and then a penetration. It's then I realize I'm getting an enema. You hold on to me, and push it in my ass. "Now you can milk Daddy's dick like a good ," and you take my hips and begin to fuck me. It is here, around this point, that I hear his voice. He demands it from me, my orgasm. He smiles at me, as I gaze into his face, my spasms causing me to buck against him, He asks for my orgasms, and I give them to him willingly. |
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