No, but maybe you can satisfy your own

You’re just starting to get a comfortable rhythm going under your plain panties when Jess disrupts things. Or, since Jess has no thoughts of her own, whoever or whatever is puppeting her body through the headphones fucks with you. Jess stops spreading herself for your viewing pleasure.

Jess’s hands move to her sides and her holes are hidden once more, only her fleshy cleft still on show. Her arousal is still sharply clear and on display, her pussy lips remaining puffy and parted, inner lips barely peeking out at the front. Inviting something to part them more and carry on deeper inside her helpless pussy.

“No,” you moan. “Dude, keep showing me your whole fucking cunt!”

You don’t think about how completely you’ve accepted this perverted wicked scenario. Instead you’re only surprised by how uncharacteristically forceful you sound as you order Jess to keep spreading herself. Then you remember she can’t hear you.

Instead of obeying your unheard orders Jess begins to move her ass. Her butt shimmies as her legs move as if she’s slowly crawling forward, but she doesn’t actually move away. Your gaze is locked on those puckered lower lips as she sways. Begging to be fucked, to be penetrated, to be used. Finally you push a finger a little way into your own pussy. It’s hot and wet, molten with lust for your mind-fucked friend.

Jess turns around again, and sits herself down facing the camera. You curse, because now everything’s hidden, forcing you to rely on memory. Which is pretty damn vivid, but nowhere near as good as the live show.

Jess’s brown hair has fallen over one eye. She brushes it back with one hand, but it’s still a messy mass of frizzy curls. Her big nerd glasses are almost off her little nose, so that’s the next thing set right. Her eyes stay unblinking and blank, focussed on the camera watching her.

“I love to obey. I am a horny mind-fucked slut. I love to be on display. I am a horny mind-fucked slut. I love to get fucked. I am a horny mind-fucked slut.”

Jess rises a little on her parted knees. Jess’s green panties are half-way down her thighs. She shifts then to bring them down over one knee and then all the way off. She doesn’t bother with the other leg. They’re sufficiently out of the way. She rises higher on her parted knees and her right hand slides slowly down her t-shirt and her belly. The other hands pulls her short skirt up,

“Obedient horny mind-fucked sluts love to be watched getting fucked.”

Jess begins to masturbate. This time it’s about her own pleasure as well as yours. Two fingers stroke up and down her slit, gloriously revealed to your avid horny viewing pleasure once again.

You cheer. You goddamn cheer. And with one finger halfway inside yourself you can feel your jubilation isn’t just aural.

Then there is silence for a time, broken only by the schlick schlick sound of two women mastubating. You hold your phone closer to the screen, the image a little pixelated, as you drink in the sight and sound of Jess, the obedient horny mind-fucked slut, rubbing her middle and ring fingers up and down and taking her clit between them. You copy her, the same fingers running your own slit and teasing at your clit. Some part of you wants to be her. To be mind-fucked by the Illuminati like her. If that were to happen… You’d need to be displayed, ****, taken, dominated, used, violated, and fucked like her!

You moan in pleasure. A few seconds later Jess starts to gasp in slow sexual pleasure, and then she speaks again.

“My mind belongs to the Illuminati. My body belongs to the Illuminati. I am property. I am owned by the Illuminati. I am a **** of the Illuminati.”

Jess pushes her two fingers into her love tunnel. Pistoning with a slow regular rhythm. You copy her again, but your rhythm is faster. Without being controlled by the Illuminati you don’t have her restraint.

{{You must cum. You cannot cum. You must cum. You cannot cum.}}

“My mouth, lips, and tongue serve the Illuminati. My tits and ass serve the Illuminati. My cunt serves the Illuminati. My cunt is my purpose. My purpose is sex. I am a sex-**** of the Illuminati.”

Jess’s thighs begin to tremble, and her gasps become moans. You’re trembling too. You're so close to your own climax. No porn has ever made you so ready so quickly.

“It feels good to obey. It feels good to be on display. It feels good to be taken and ****. I want to be fucked. I wanted to be used. I want to be dominated. I am a submissive sex-**** of the Illuminati.”

The next words are **** out by Jess between short panting breaths and swallowed moans. You’re going mad as you try to frantically drive your body to give you the release you so desperately need.

“I am Leah’s obedient cunt. I am Leah’s sextoy. I am Leah’s fuckdoll. I am Leah’s submissive sex-****.”

Jess wails with pleasure. Your hips are thrusting fruitlessly up to meet your fingers as they thrust inside you.

{{You can cum. You must cum. ORGASM! ORGASM! ORGASM!}}

Your phone drops from your hand as you buck wildly. You cum ferociously, the orgasm ripping apart your thoughts with its intensity. It’s the best orgasm you’ve ever given yourself. It feels like it goes on for minutes.

When you come to yourself again, still trembling, you immediately dive for the floor, scrambling for your phone. When you pick it up, fingers still smeared with your own pussy juices, Jess has hung up. Instead there’s a text message from her on the screen.

“Check your email, hun! xxx”