Ben a painfully submissive boi

Reba licked her luscious lips as she looked back at Mikayla fucking her wife. She ached to go back and join them, but she had a sneaking suspicion that Ben would then slip through her fingers. Oh Ben, she’d always looked after him as Robert. He’d needed all the help he could get because he was a complete and utter and total … simp. If anything with a nice pair of legs, a nice ass, a pair of tits, or god forbid a pussy told him to do something he would. At least that’s what he’d said. He’d come in off the streets months ago **** to avoid the taint. To his credit he was willing to do any job, that involved no exposure to a Futa. On the other hand he was an inveterate coward and was prone to bolting at the least sign of danger. It does make sense, assuming he’s as bad as he says he is.

Ben was also possessed of an almost supernatural ability to sense danger to his simp self. Because of this Reba knew she had to strike fast or he’d probably get away. He’d take the fastest route like a bat out of hell which could mean only one thing he’d head for a car, luckily Reba was familiar enough with him to know which car he’d take and she’d get there first!

She laughed as she found the car still in the garage and slipped into the back seat to wait.

For his part Ben didn’t know quite what it was. A scent in the air? A soft moan heard through the wall? A sudden spike in the ambient slut levels? But something set off his alarm bells. He hurried back to his room and grabbed his faithful go bag, always kept at the ready, and made a beeline for the garage. It’s easier to explain another false alarm than to get corrupted, practically his personal mantra. So he took a pair of the communal keys and hopped into his favorite car without further thought.

Reba was ready to teach him just how easy it is to get corrupted.

Ben froze with the key in the ignition as a sultry feminine voice greeted him. “Hello dearest.”

He pressed his eyes closed and wished that this was all a bad dream too scared to even look at the source of that sexy voice.

Reba couldn’t help teasing him with him acting all submissive, her cock was already swelling with blood calling for some subby sodomy. She delicately trailed her long nails down his neck and chest, then leaned in until her titties were pressed firmly against his chest. She leaned in closer until her lips brushed ever so lightly against his. She whispered to him “Ben baby you’re already my bitch boy. Don’t even think that your safe-word Mango is going to get you out of this fucking.” and then more slowly “It’s going to blow your mind!”

She watched his eyes open at the mention of his safe-word, she’d known his curiosity would get the best of him. He’d told her that in confidence, or he’d told Robert. It’s fine though, they were about to get closer than ever before and he’d never need a silly thing like a safe-word again. She pulled her dress aside and spread her legs to give him a good look.

Pictured - Bimba Barcelona

Ben’s glance realized his worst fear, he was next to a shemale at least and maybe a full fledged Futa. Worse than that she knew his safe-word, which could only mean she was someone very close to him. ‘Damn!’ his mind screamed, but her sweet words interrupted his thoughts before they went further. “Ben look at me” his eyes snapped to her and refused to look away as she lifted her testicles to reveal a moist little mound with a pair of pretty pink lips. Her other hand traveled down her curves and he felt himself stiffen with fear and excitement. Her delicate fingers caressed her pussy and then a daring finger slid inside as she began to pleasure herself “I know you can’t resist me Ben. All I have to do is command, you will obey. Isn’t that right slut?” He caught himself nodding and weakly tried to snap out of it to shake his head. He managed a modest wobble. Her melodic laughter had an edge of cruelty that made him weak in the knees. Then she dropped a bomb on him “Do you remember the night I took you in?” Robert?! It was over he was fucked.

Reba watched his jaw fall open. She lifted her leg extending a delicate foot to him “Suck on my toes while I Jill off.” He was sucking on her like such a good little slut. She’d seen the last trace of resistance go out of his eyes when he realized who she was or who she had been. God it was just so ho-Ahhhhhhh! She started to orgasm as she thrust her fingers rapidly against her vaginal G-spot. She arched shaking with the strength of her orgasm keenly conscious of Ben watching her pleasure. He kept sucking her foot the tugging sensation a gentle anchor as the titanic orgasm washed over her. With a final soft gasp her attention shifted back to him, she regarded him with lidded eyes. “What do you want Ben?” She pushed him backwards with her foot and drew her toes from his mouth. His eyes were wide etched with a mixture of fear and longing.
“You.”