Inside the Female Mind (Part 1 of 2)

Violet Garcia

Oh god, that feels incredible. I can't count the number of times I've fingered myself in the past two weeks. Yet here I am once again, laying in bed with half of my hand stuffed up my pussy. I used to masturbate occasionally, maybe once or twice a month, but now there's no way I could go an entire day without touching myself at least once. I just can't think if I don't. It kind of feels like an intense haze clouds my mind if I go too long without cumming. A lot of times, I end up masturbating more than once, but that's neither here nor there.

As I push my fingers deeper inside myself, I can't help but wish that Matt's cock was inside me instead. Man, that thing is incredible. I'm not sure if he really understands just how impressive that thing is. I still can't believe that's the dick that took my virginity...

Ah! I arch my back as I feel another orgasm hit me. That's my second one this session, and it came just from thinking about Matt fucking me. I'm such a slut. I know I should probably be upset with him for doing this to me, but I just can't. I love this version of myself so much. I did have fantasies before, but they were so... vanilla (although, funnily enough, most of them still involved Matt. I still can't believe he had no idea I had such a massive crush on him). At least vanilla compared to the kind of stuff I think about now. Life just feels more fun when you're a pervert. Maybe that's why guys are always hitting on girls like me. Anyway, I can feel I have one more good climax in me before I'll be able to sleep, so I get right back to it.

I really wish I didn't have to resort to touching myself every time I get horny (especially since at this point, I'm always pretty horny). Unfortunately, Matt can't spend every second of every day pounding my cunt, as much as I wish he could. I've thought about buying some toys, but I haven't found a good opportunity to actually do that yet. And besides, living playthings are so much better than anything you can buy at a store. Speaking of which, surely Bianca is ready for her next attribute by now, right? It's super hot watching her walk around like a machine and talk in that monotone voice, but her actually personality is still the same. I want a sexbot that will lick my pussy on command, dammit! Is that too much to ask for?

Maybe I should ask Matt to come by tomorrow. Well, more like "cum by," am I right? Haha. Get's me every time. But that's actually a good idea. That way I can hopefully start making more progress with my roommate. Not to mention, I feel like I'm overdue for a new change too. I'll text him first thing in the morning. For now though, let's finish what I started. Thinking about Robo-Bianca eating me out really got me going for a second there. I think that's what I'll imagine for this third orgasm.

With a new image clearly in my mind, I begin to speed up my masturbation, dreaming of my sexy boyfriend turning my equally sexy roommate into our own personal sex machine...

Elizabeth Anderson

I'm still trying to wrap my head around what happened earlier today. Everything's felt really fuzzy up until recently. And when it all cleared up, I was in bed with my son and that weird red-haired girl. Not to mention that we were all naked. W-what were we doing?

We were fucking. My son railed me from behind and it felt so good. I love being his horny slut.

Suddenly, I shoot up from my bed with a startle. What was that? It was like there was another voice in my head. But that's not quite accurate. It wasn't just any voice. It was my voice. And that stuff that it said... is it true? Did I really f-... have intercourse with my own child?

Why am I asking such stupid questions? Of course I did. And I loved it. I would happily get down on my hands and knees and let him have his way with me again.

That's... that's right. For some reason, I know that voice is telling the truth. I really did do that. And I really did like it. And I kind of do want to do it again. But I can't do that kind of stuff with Matt! Maybe... maybe I could find someone else... I know I haven't dated since my husband passed away, but maybe I'm ready to-

Absolutely not! I can't do that to Matt! I have to be loyal to him! I'm his little puppy and he's the only one who's allowed to have me. Every inch of me is for him and only him.

Yeah, that's ridiculous. I don't want to go out and find another guy. I- wait, puppy? Where did that thought come from? And now that I think about it, why am I just accepting these weird thoughts I keep having? Something strange is going on. I feel like I'm not myself right now. At first, I assume that its these new sexual thoughts that are making me feel so off, but after lying in silence for a moment, I realize that's not right. When I really spend some time reflecting, it feels more like the thoughts I'm having right now aren't the real me. Does that mean the voice saying all that sexual stuff is the real me?

Oddly, that idea actually feels correct. Maybe my mind hasn't cleared up from when I had inter- fucked my son. Maybe I was thinking clearly then and now is when my head is getting fuzzy. The more I think about all of this, the more I don't like it. I'm thinking too much. I'm not supposed to think this much. I'm just a pet, after all. I want to go back to how I was before. Thinking is for humans, not animals. I hope I start getting back to normal soon. Ever since I came on Matt's dick, I haven't been myself. The real me is the one I was before that moment. I can't wait until this weird brain fog passes and I'm myself again. And when that happens, I hope Matt fucks me again...

Huh? What just happened? I feel like my mind just went blank for a second. Oh well. I probably just need some sleep. As I try to to get comfortable in my bed, I realize that my vagina is a little moist. Am I aroused right now? I wonder how that happened. I consider getting up to get a glass of water, but when I stand up, I find my legs feel slightly weaker than normal. That's strange. If they were any weaker, I'd be worried that I wouldn't be able to stand on my own two feet. Anyway, I probably just need some rest, so I lay back in bed and close my eyes.

As I begin to drift off, I can't help but hope that I feel better soon. I'm not sure why, but I just don't feel like myself right now...

Helen Sanders

Let's see here... multiply those... carry the two...

I know it's late to be doing calculations right now, but what can I say? I love working. Everyone always said I was a workaholic, and to be fair, they are absolutely correct. Still, I've been feeling especially motivated recently. I'm not really sure what it is, but I won't complain. Any excuse to be more productive is alright in my book. It seems like ever since I started working for Mr. Anderson, I've been taking even more pride in my work. I guess he's just a really good boss. It does feel really fulfilling to do things for him. Speaking of Mr. Anderson, I should probably get back to what I was doing.

Before I start doing more math, I briefly take a moment to take out my daily planner to see my schedule for this weekend. I know I'm getting people to come to the school to get that instillation put in that Mr. Anderson asked me about. I'm still not totally sure what he plan's to do with that, but questioning my boss isn't in my job description, so I won't worry about it. It looks like I have that scheduled for early tomorrow morning. Wonderful. As long as nothing goes wrong, it should be ready before Monday, just as I predicted it would. And nothing will go wrong if I have anything to say about it. If you ask me, there's no point to having an assistant if they can't make sure everything goes smoothly for their boss.

Just as I think that, I suddenly feel a sharp buzz between my legs. My legs instinctively press together, but that only serves to make the buzzing more intense. I look over at the clock to realize it's now the top of the hour. I've been training myself to better handle vaginal pleasure since I'm so inexperienced. That's why there's currently a vibrator nestled inside me, set to go off every hour on the hour. I've only started doing this in the past few days, but I think I've already made some decent progress.

There are a couple reasons that I'm doing this exercise. For one thing, I don't have the best stamina when it comes to sex. It only takes a few orgasms to make me tired, and those orgasms often come quickly. It's only a matter of time before Mr. Anderson will want to use all my holes, so I want to make sure I'm able to satisfy him for as long as necessary, which means I need to train myself to last through more orgasms and have those orgasms spaced further apart. Secondly, I want to make sure I am wet and ready any time my services might be needed. I'm hoping that if I do this enough, I'll always be wet and won't have to waste time getting myself in the mood when he's already ready to go. Finally, and possibly most importantly, just because my boss is using my assets doesn't mean my other duties stop. I need to learn how to work though sexual pleasure so that I can continue with other tasks even when I'm being used. I have no issue being more intimate if that's what Mr. Anderson wants, but I believe being able to ignore my arousal and continue working is a goal worth pursuing.

All that being said, I pick my pen back up and return to what I was doing, attempting to drown out the loud buzzing sound. Now, where was I? Oh yes. My intuition has been telling me that Mr. Anderson isn't satisfied by his current profit margins. That is to say, he wants to earn some extra money. As his assistant, I feel it's my responsibility to make that happen. I've come up with a few ideas, but most of them are a bit riskier than I would like or won't bring in enough revenue to make them worth the effort. After crunching the numbers, I can't in good faith present any of these ideas to my boss. I don't want to do anything until I'm certain it will bring in a sizable profit.

As much as I hate to admit it, I don't think I have enough information to adequately come up with a solution. I've racked my brain for a while now, but I just don't know enough about Mr. Anderson's other assets. I mean, he has me, but surely there has to be more. Other employees I'm not aware of, or some kind of resource worth tapping into. There has to be something. I'm sure of it. I feel confident that if I knew what else I was working with, I could come up with a solid plan. I believe the best thing I can do at this point is schedule another meeting with him and see what he can tell me.

I tense up a bit as I feel an orgasm roll over me, but I don't make a single sound as it does. I don't even move. I just pause for the briefest of moments, enjoy the sensation, then get back to work. I can't help but smile to myself as I flip through some papers. It seems that I am getting better at this. Now, let me just run through a few more items and then I can head to bed...

Nicole Bishop

"Like, what do you mean you don't know what I'm talking about? I just want to know where you got your titties done!" I say into my pretty pink phone Daddy bought me last year.

"I already told you: I didn't get anything done!" The voice on the other end says loudly.

"Don't lie to me, Daisy! Your tits are, like, a gazillion times bigger than they were last week!"

"No they're not! They're the same size they've always been! I can't believe we're even talking about this right now!"

That's imposs... impa... that can't be true. Right? I thought for sure Daisy's boobies got bigger. Have they really always been that big? Am I just being a dum-dum? My head has been feeling empty a lot recently. Or has it always been like that? I can't remember. I guess it's not totally empty. It's just mostly filled with cocks... and titties... and other stuff like that. Oh, looks like my pussy's excited again. I can't help but giggle whenever I get all tingly like this.

"Wait, so, you didn't have a surg... um... a thingie done to make your boobies bigger?" I ask while trying to ignore my pussy tingles.

"You mean a surgery? No, I didn't. I don't know where you got that idea from, Nicole. Maybe it's because all my clothes shrunk in the wash recently. At least I think they did, because they all seem to be too small now," Daisy says.

I try to think for a moment. God, I hate thinking. It hurts. Luckily, I'm thinking about tits, which helps. So Daisy's clothes got smaller? Is that why she seems so much bigger? Did I have it backwards? I mean, her tits still look natural, so I guess that makes sense. I should probably just accept that, because I don't want to try and figure it out anymore. Figuring things out isn't fun. Sex is fun.

"Alright. I'm sorry, Daisy. I guess I was being a ditz," I apolo... say sorry.

"It's okay. You're not the only to ask me that. For some reason, everyone has seemed more interested in my breasts recently. Well, whatever. I try not to let it get to me too much. I'll see you later," Daisy says back before hanging up.

This sucks! I really wanted to know where Daisy got her tits done. I look in the mirror I've been standing in front of this whole time and look over my naked body. I touch my nips a little and sigh. My boobies are way too small. I spin around to see my booty is too. I would also love to get another tattoo or two. And I could also use some facial recon... re-cunt... I need to fix my face to make it prettier. I could go for a facial too, now that I mention it. Specifically a cum facial. I would love a hot load of cum on me right now. It wouldn't even have to be on my face. I would take one anywhere. I just want dick, really.

I've always liked a good fucking, but I feel like I get the pussy tingles more often than usual now. Not that it bothers me. I love how it feels. Almost as much as I hate thinking. I should really just stop thinking altoge... comple... whatever. You know what I mean. I'm made to be pretty, not smart. Maybe the next time I get fucked, I'll ask the person fucking me to just think for me. That sounds way better.

There's only one problem with that: I can't get fucked looking like this. I don't know how anyone ever fucked me before now, with my little tits and ass. I would look so much prettier with a big stripper body. Now those girls are pretty. If Daisy didn't get hers done, I guess I'll just have to find someone myself. I'll find the best person in town to do it, and I'll start first thing tomorrow. I'm not waiting anymore. I want to be pretty now. I'm sure I can convince Daddy to pay for it, no matter how much it is. I'm gonna look so sexy. And then I'll be able to get all the dick I want. Just thinking about it is making my pussy tingle even more. I really need to mastur... diddle myself right now.

As I lay down and start rubbing my little clitty, I can't help but imagine what I'll look like by this time tomorrow. Man, I can't wait...

Michelle Anderson

Good girl... I'm a good girl... I'm his good girl...

Those thoughts keep playing over and over in my head as I shove my dildo as far as I can into my pussy. God, this thing is a life saver. I've had this trusty dildo for quite some time, and it's always been there for me on lonely nights like these. Though I can't say I've ever used it in this context before. But I can't help it. Each time I thrust the toy inside me, I can't stop myself from imagining it's my own brother's cock thrusting inside me instead. And now that I've seen how big that thing he's packing is, even my dildo doesn't seem to satisfy me as well as it used to. I'd really prefer the real deal.

I can't believe myself. How can I think that? He's family. And yet, I can't bring myself to care. I just want to please him. I would do anything to make him feel good. I've been feeling this way for a little bit now, but something about what happened yesterday made it so much more clear. When he asked me if I would let him fuck me, and I spread my legs without even thinking... something inside me snapped. I want to obey him. More than anything I've ever wanted before. I can't explain why, and honestly, I don't really care. I... I think I want to be his sl...

I don't want to say it. I don't want to use that word. I know there's no going back once I do. I'm not ready for that yet. Although, if he ordered me to say it, I probably would. Why is that thought so appealing? It's almost like my body wants him to do that. To make me admit what I really am.

I can't believe there was ever a time when the two of us didn't get along. And to think that was only a few short weeks ago. I feel awful about that. Every time I disagreed with him... every fight... It's not even that I hated him. Of course not. He's my brother. I've always loved him (maybe not as much as I do now, but still). It's just that he always managed to get under my skin, but I guess I did the same to him. I wish I could take it all back. But unfortunately, I can't. So instead, I'll just have to work even harder to serve him to make up for it.

I can start by watching that Rose girl like he told me to. I'm not sure what's up with her, but if he wants her to stay, then so do I. Still, something about her is really strange. I suppose that's why he asked me to keep an eye on her. I'll try my best to not let him down. Maybe I should start skipping work to make sure I always know what she's doing. No, Matt wouldn't like that. After all the worry about Mom losing her job, I can't start getting in trouble at mine. I was originally planning to move out after I had been working for a little bit. I even started looking for apartments a few weeks ago, but I would never do that now. I can't leave my brother. I need him, and I think he needs me too. I can sense it in my bones. If I need to, I'll even start using the money I make to help support him and the rest of the family. I really don't mind. Whatever makes him happy.

Mmm... I feel my pussy throb as I think about doing things for my brother. I swear, I've been like a leaky faucet ever since he started ordering me around. And every time I do what he tells me to, I just get the most incredible feeling. I still can't believe I touched myself while doing his homework, but I just couldn't take it anymore. Then there was yesterday, when I helped get him off and he came all over my ass. He told me not to clean it off for an hour, and I spent that entire hour masturbating while his seed dripped off of me.

I jerk slightly as I remember that. I'm right on the edge of an orgasm. I begin to work my dildo faster, sawing it in and out of my pussy as I prepare for what I can tell is going to be an intense climax. As I do, I start thinking about my brother fucking me again. About how good his huge cock would feel inside me. About how much pleasure I could give him. I want that. I want that so bad. I want to fuck him. I really hope he orders me to soon.

"Please... fuck me... Master..."

With one last push, I plunge the dildo as far inside me as it can go and feel the strongest orgasm I've ever felt in my entire life. And to think, when I finally get the real thing, I know it will feel even better...