Going Deeper

“Are you confused why this turns you on so much sweetie?” With a giggle she continues, “Perhaps I should take you deeper down this path? What do you think? Should I?"

Your eyes still fixed on the screen and that smile of the blonde as she licks her cum coated lips. Your prick hard and waiting, you unconsciously bite your lower lip, knowing you must hold back your primal desire to touch yourself. She's watching you, waiting to see what you'll do. You squirm in your seat and feel your prick move against the tight panties.

"Oh yes, definitely." She says.

What does she mean by that? Your thoughts instantly begin racing. Did you think something you weren't supposed to? Where is this going?

"Now, allow me to penetrate your thoughts and find out what you really think as you go deeper.” She flashes a quick smile at you and snaps her fingers.

Immediately another throbbing cock flashes on-screen. Hard and pulsing. The flesh bare and rigid. It's there before you for just a few seconds to be replaced by yet another, and another. Cock after cock after cock bursting onto the screen in repetition. Their shafts, long and solid, veins bulging, tips flared and pre-cum dripping. One after another they flash before you. Then it changes as you see beautiful women salivating over these same cocks. Licking them, sucking them, tasting them. Blondes, brunettes, redheads, all surrendering to the thick rods, succumbing to their pleasure.

Dr. Medea starts again, now in a more sultry tone, “It's normal to enjoy seeing cocks, to enjoy pleasing cocks. To see cocks being pleased." She slowly sucks on her finger and pulls it from her mouth with a pop. "To feel the excitement. The buildup of pressure. The final release and Mmmmm, that reward.” She snaps her fingers again.

A feast of dicks spewing forth their loads upon the faces, lips, and tongues of the throng of women pours out at you. Wet cream dripping from them all. Breasts and bodies covered yet still thirsting for more.

“It's all part of the natural way of things sweetie. Everyone has their part in the act. And it is an act.” She snaps again.

A brunette dressed in a skimpy french maid outfit gets down on her knees before a well hung man, shaved bare and standing naked before her.

“It's normal to want to serve.”

She crawls toward him, slowly making her way on a continuous course for his quickly hardening member. Her hands caressing his legs as she climbs up, kissing along the way, towards his thick rod until she finally embraces it with a ravenous look in her eye, eager for the work at hand.

“It's normal to want to perform. It's normal to want to surrender to an overwhelming power. To commit to a life of giving pleasure to others.”

She begins kissing at first, licking the tip, along the shaft, looking up to him, seeking his approval. Her smile widens as she opens her mouth to engulf the head of his penis. She lingers there, relishing the moment, and then she takes in more. His hands reach down to caress her hair, obviously pleased yet restrained until he can wait no longer. He pulls her toward him and thrusts his full length down her throat. She relaxes and greedily accepts his offer and commences to deepthroat him in rhythm to his thrusts.

“Giving pleasure can in itself bring pleasure to the giver, and thus immersing one's self in pleasure as well. It can be extremely satisfying to be the one who provides for those who need. Acts as such provoke a sense of desire. And to be desired is an amazing phenomenon.”

By now your own prick is as hard as diamonds. You can feel the pre-cum leaking as it wets your panties, straining to hold it within, raising your skirt, tenting it. You squeeze your butt cheeks together, tensing your cock as you inhale a sense of pleasure. Enthralled with the scenes before you, craving the inevitable release, your lips let out a feminine moan of longing.

“You need to realize who you are and what you desire Jane. Don't you want to be desired?”

“Mmm-hmmm,” you impulsively reply. You find you're squirming in your chair. Wanting to touch yourself, but restraining for fear of what she'll think of you. All while observing the brunette working the cock before her. Moaning as she devours his rod. Back and forth she works her head. Over and over. Up and down his shaft. Her spit dripping from his length, running down her chin. He grunts in satisfaction as she works.

“Don't you want to be the one who is the focus of so much passion?” She asks.

Again you respond automatically without even thinking, “Yes.” Your breath growing rapid and more labored, mimicking that of the girl on screen.

“This is who you are. This is who you want to be.”

The brunette stops abruptly, pulling her lips to the tip of his cock and grasping the shaft to stroke as you hear him groan loudly. His legs tense and you witness his cock swell and pulse as she squeals and sucks down his load straight from the tip. Her face mirrors her pleasure of success as he spasms over and over again while she sucks hard, drinking down his cum.

“Oh, you're very turned on by this.” She continues. “Good. Taste that arousal. Enjoy that arousal.”

“Notice how these women can be in control even while it looks like they really aren't. Surrender to that control. Give in to that authority. Allow it to move within you. To penetrate your very being.” She snaps again.

The screen flashes once more to a deluge of blowjob after blowjob, of naked women sucking and sucking cock after cock.

“Watch. Notice how much they enjoy their positions of power."

Of bright eyes displaying pleasure while their throats are stuffed with thick hard dicks.

“Watch how they love being the focus. And notice how you desire. Notice how you desire others to want you.”

Of muffled moans and wet lips.

“Surrender to that desire.”

Of cumshots on faces, down throats, and across tongues.

“The life of desire. Of sexual intensity. Of sexual cravings.”

One after another after another, each quickly replaced by the next.

“Notice how you can be the cause of desire.”

Each licking and tasting their just rewards.

"Do you feel naughty?" She flashes you a coy smile. "Do you want to explore more?"

You're overwhelmed by the need for release. You notice you've been rubbing your nipples this whole time, licking your lips, panting. Enthralled by the scenes. Lost in lust.

"How far are you willing to go?" She giggles, "Wouldn't it be fun? Could you? ... Would you?"

Would you? The thought bounces around. You're so turned on, so immensely aroused that there is little you can think of other than finding that sweet release. There's so little you wouldn't do. But would you? What does she mean? Would you? Your own body betraying your rationale. The images of cocks being sucked over and over echos in your mind. Wouldn't it be fun? She asks. Could you? She asks. Would you? Of course you would, you would do anything for that desire. For that release. For that lust. Yes.

"There!" She shouts. "There's that inevitable answer I've been searching for." She winks at you and licks her lips. "You're gonna be just fine Jane." She turns back toward the screen, taps it again and it disappears.

A sudden realization overcomes you as you recognize that some important fact just slipped loose from your brain.