My Milf System

Like an enemy breaching the gate, Asher positioned himself at her entrance. He dragged the tip of his nose up her sensitive center, brushing past her swollen labia before laying a long slow lap of his tongue right up to her clit.

Kim bit her lip so hard she tasted copper, fighting with every ounce of her soul not to let out a moan.

She couldn’t even assemble a coherent thought to resist anymore, stuck holding her ass up in the air like a shameless slut—displaying her exposed, dripping sex to a pervert and her massive online audience.

Asher rose to his knees behind her, his large hands planting firmly onto her hips.

She didn’t dare look back as he held her in place, his gaze locking onto the back of her head, whittling down her remaining sanity. Her breathing turned into ragged, shallow gasps, her chest heaving against the carpet.

She braced herself to sit up—to push back—when she felt it. The scorching warmth of his prick. The blazing heat of his shaft pressed directly against her wet lips, the thick, glistening head perfectly aligned with her tight entrance. He dragged the tip upward, lightly flicking her hyper-sensitive clit.

She gasped sharply. ’When the fuck did he take off his boxers?!’

"Ah-hgh! Fuck!" The curse tore out of her throat in frustration. Not just because she’d failed to keep quiet, but because Asher was mercilessly teasing her.

He continued his tip-torture, sliding the head just a centimeter or two past her lips before drawing back. Kim’s muscles went rigid as steel as she tried to resist the overpowering urge to thrust her hips back onto him. She just needed a fuck to flush out this burning heat. One hard orgasm to clear her brain.

No! Stay strong!

But the sensation was overwhelming—like melted honey being poured straight down her throat. He was barely sliding against her slot and her entire body was already buzzing. How sickeningly good would it feel if he rammed it all the way in?

Her lips parted, a breathless groan of pleasure slipping out as her eyes squeezed shut.

Fine. Fuck it. She’d slide back herself just to feel that heat fill her up. One thrust. That’s all this bastard gets.

The second she shifted her hips backward, her cunt met empty air. Asher had pulled back entirely, leaving her hanging.

"Missing something?" he purred.

Kim’s forced thrust carried her all the way back into a kneel, her butt landing on her heels as she stared up at him in stunned silence.

That quivering, desperate ache throbbed furiously between her legs, but her brain forced her to confront the brutal truth: she had just lost the first real round.

She shook her head, curling into a ball on the floor and covering her bare crotch with both hands. It was only then that she noticed Asher had unmounted her phone from the tripod. He was holding it casually, filming her from filthy, tight angles for her viewers.

"Come on," Asher murmured. "Time to go satisfy that itch."

Before she could protest, he scooped her up into a princess carry. The heavy, masculine scent of his skin invaded her nose, making her tremble violently in his grip.

He carried her straight into the bedroom. The edges of her vision pulsed pink, battered by the stacked aphrodisiac compulsions torturing her body. When she looked up into his eyes, the full brunt of the spell hit her, sending waves of secondary heat crashing down to her nethers.

He laid her out on the bed. Exhausted, horny, and furious with herself, she barely had the energy to fight back. She hardly even saw him tying her up.

By the time her focus returned, her hands were tied in front of her to the wooden headboard. Her feet were locked high in a pair of rigid stirrups, utterly stripping her of mobility.

"What the fuck is this?!" she growled, thrashing her head side to side. Her range of motion was useless. She couldn’t see behind her, and Asher had already stepped out of her line of sight.

Asher’s voice echoed from near the bedside table. "Well, that’s enough free content for your stream. Time for the real shit."

He stopped the live stream, leaving her fans disappointed as he opened a browser, and pulled up a site loaded with extreme submission and BDSM porn videos. Setting the phone back on a tripod right in front of her face, he forced her to watch the screen.

"Now, be a good girl and watch," Asher whispered, maneuvering himself back onto the mattress behind her.

Hearing those words, the absolute reality of her vulnerability hit her like a truck. Her dripping pussy wasn’t resting against the mattress; she was forced to hold her pelvis up, straining against the stirrups to keep from sliding down. Because positioned flush against her begging slit was the heavy head of Asher’s erect cock, waiting patiently for her to give out.

Her thigh muscles burned as she tried to hold her weight, tugging hopelessly at the restraints. That’s when the audio kicked in.

A loud soundscape of wet moans and explicit slap sounds filled the bedroom.

The screen flashed with a relentless assault of depraved pornography: shameless women debasing themselves in every imaginable way, huffing cock and licking cum off their fingers. Curvaceous, classy women who looked like her arching their backs, rubbing themselves against their men, their red-rimmed eyes lidded with pure lust as they bit their lips and begged for dick.

"Good girls suck cock, Kim. Good girls drink cum," Asher’s voice purred directly into her ear.

The worst part of the mental attack was the massive shaft resting against her slit. She strained her legs to hold herself up, but the throbbing dick below her vibrated and twitched in rhythm with the erotic audio. The sensory overload turned her brain into mush.

The constant, teasing friction against her swollen clit pushed her body over the edge. Her muscles screamed for her to just drop down—to let herself be impaled, to get the orgasm, to regain control. Her thighs quivered, gave out, and thudded down onto the mattress.

Nearly drowned out by the moaning from the phone, a shameless, loud moan tore out of her throat. Unable to cover her mouth with her bound hands, she voiced the intense pleasure that penetration brought. The long-awaited thrust finally happened, and with it came the agonizing fullness and deep-seated vibrations her body had been screaming for.

What was left of her pride took pathetic comfort in the fact that the loud porn audio was covering up her filthy noises. Her mind dissolved into a warbling haze of flashing lights and salacious sounds. Down below, her legs twitched—no longer fighting, but soaking in the fulfillment.

Yet, to truly quench the fire burning up her inner walls, she needed him to move. She needed Asher to fuck her like he meant it.

She needed to... beg for his dick.

Asher’s pole throbbed inside her tight walls. From her groin straight up to her navel, a wave of intense heat spread out with every pulse of his cock, leaving her completely numb with pleasure yet utterly denied relief.

Then, suddenly, it stopped.

Asher snapped his fingers. The phone screen went black, the audio cut out instantly, and the bedroom plunged into total silence. Kim was left hunched forward, drooling slightly onto the sheets.

For a second, she felt like she was floating. Then she realized she couldn’t feel his cock inside her anymore. He had pulled completely out.

Even stranger, she was now lying flat on her back.

"Wh-when...? How...?" she stammered, her voice raspy.

"Hush now," Asher commanded gently.

Kim’s vision cleared, focusing straight on the long, thick, throbbing monster standing right over her face. Dripping heavy pre-cum, his fierce cock eclipsed her view—far larger than anything she had ever seen in real life.

Down below, her pussy gushed a fresh wave of slick. It wasn’t an orgasm; it was her broken body declaring its absolute desperation to be pounded.

She swallowed the last jagged piece of her pride. ’I have to do this before I completely lose my mind.’

Taking a shaky breath, she muttered, "Cock... please."

Asher raised an eyebrow, putting a hand to his ear. "Huh? What was that? I can’t hear you."

Kim bit her bottom lip raw, the burning shame cutting deep. "Can you... please give me your cock?"

"Huh? Who are you talking to?"

This fucking bastard! Kim clenched her bound fists so hard her nails cut into her palms. Closing her eyes, she forced the words out, her voice loud, clear, and dripping with total surrender:

"Can you please shove your cock deep into my wet, quivering pussy... Master?!"

The word felt like a blade severing her ego once and for all. But beneath the humiliation, a strange, terrifying wave of relief washed over her.

Submission... didn’t feel so bad after all.

To be continued...