Suggest he control your body

"Hunn, if you want to fuck me, you can do whatever you want with me. Make me yours." I looked at the phone.

He looked like he got the message. He typed something into his phone. I felt my body slacken slightly as the latex disappeared from my body. I looked down at the sea of cleavage as they swung freely.

Next, I felt myself fall backwards onto the bed. I tried to move my arms to support me but they didn't respond. The momentum of falling sent my gargantuan breasts surging upwards and around my chest until they settled, splaying slightly outwards. I shrieked from the surprise. I bit my lip as I watched him watch me.

My legs apart by themselves, offering myself to him involuntarily. My arms could do nothing, resting on the bed comfortably on either side. I wanted to invite him onto the bed but discovered I couldn't speak. In fact, my mouth was being pulled wide open into an O shape. That was the final clue I needed to know what he had done.

He'd made me his: his living sex doll. I was ecstatic.

Being naked and splayed out like this while he watched would have made me flinch if I could. I'm not prudish but I felt shy about about on display in broad daylight. Somehow being shy yet unable to hide made it even better for me. I wondered if he could see me begging him to join me on the bed through my eyes. He was still typing on his phone. I was so frustrated in that moment. I felt made for his cock, yet it sat restrained in his pants the other side of the room.

Finally, he took a step towards me. I helplessly watched him strip down and felt the bed wobble as he climbed over me. I felt him put a warm hand on my side and press against my opening with his hard cock. To both of our surprise, I could tell, he slipped in even easier than last time. He pushed all the way in and stayed there for a moment, enjoying it himself. The sensation felt like white light taking over my body, radiating from my pussy. He had barely moved inside me, maybe an inch, yet the tension in my immobile body spread everywhere, even as far as my fingertips. I could practically feel the movement of his breath through the contact with his cock.

When he finally did start to move, I was flooded with sensation. Within a minute of being used, I was on the edge of an orgasm. I felt it build. I would have been shaking if I could move, yet I was unable to.

After a minute in this state, I realised something was preventing my climax. The exhilarating tension across my body was intensifying and tightening further by the second but there was no release. In that moment I realised that it was the movement itself that I craved. An orgasm is the tension and its release. I couldn't get the release while he was using me.

I wished that didn't just turn me on even more, but it did.

I watched, immobile, as he enjoyed me, building to his own orgasm. After my realisation, I felt like less of a participant in this. It was no less erotic for me, though. I had been pinned at climax for fifteen minutes and continuing.