Test the limits of your powers on Karen

There was a point where you'd had enough. Sure, the receptionist wasn't exactly an angel, but it sounded like she'd done nothing wrong. In addition, she has the courtesy to help you figure out exactly what was going on with this world... so you weren't about to let some entitled housewife lay into her.

Gently tapping on Genna's calf, you let her know you're done for now. The sensation was heavenly, but the fire of sadistic **** seemed sweeter. Seemingly a bit confused as she pulled her soft soles back, you hear that obnoxiously snobbish voice pipe up, in an almost juvenile singsong voice, she claims, "See! Even John doesn't want your rank ass toes. I bet he's just dying for my..."

You cut her off by clearing your throat. Turning towards her, your formerly wobbly legs were an afterthought.

"Karen. Get to your knees and swallow my dick."

"What... er..." Her confidence falters, if just for a moment. You see her eyes flicker between your member and the gorgeous set of soles that had just been tending to you. With the same nonchalant smugness that someone watching a rude person fall into a puddle might have, Genna lets out an amused snort, wiggling her digits mockingly. Karen's arrogant demeanor returns in response, sneering at the receptionist's display. Getting to her knees, the blonde gives one last crass look to Genna, almost as if trying to brag that she got your attention away from the punk.

Giving the side of your shaft a cautious sniff, you could almost see her wince at the scent. As she adjusts her positioning, your heart begins racing. What if the whole non-foot aspect of the dream didn't happen? Was she having doubts, were you about to get-

GgllllHHRKK!

N-nope... she was just bracing herself...

It certainly didn't seem like the act itself that made Karen annoyed, but rather the circumstance. You could tell by the fact it felt like you'd put your dick into a wet vacuum cleaner. She was inexperienced, her gag reflex was going crazy, but she acted like this was just something that happened to people sometimes. No deeper emotion, except maybe disdain at Genna. With a groan, you move your hands to that mess of bleached hair. Clearly not having expected this, she moves her hand up to your hips before attempting to vocalize annoyance. This only led to her throat spasming even more, provoking you to go further.

"Just... shut up, and keep your mouth as wide as possible. No... ffffUCK! No... teeth."

Not hearing a response, and the occasional brush against her teeth drastically lessening, you conclude she was doing her best to oblige. With that being set in motion, your hips slowly starting to pull back, and push forward to crudely train Karen's gag reflex, you glance over to Genna. She has a smug, amused smile on her face, as she watches the event unfold. Tugging out her phone, your soft grinding slows as you inquire as to what she's doing.

"Huh? Oh. I just think it'll be funny to post. People love these kinds of 'karen's get what's coming to them' videos."

Nodding curiously, it takes a moment to realize what she means. Memories of fail compilations on youtube fill your mind. The fact that this could just be normally wedged between a video of a carton of milk falling on someone's head, and a person slipping over a puddle that was clearly labeled "WET: CAUTION WALKING" gives you an undeniable amount of amusement. It also gives you a small bout of encouragement to turn this into a video worthy of such a distinction.

Tightening your grip on Karen's hair, you look down at her. A flushed red face and hazy eyes tell you she's having a hard time breathing. Tossing out any kind of remorse, the idea of making her able to handle roughness is discarded from your mind, before you readjust your standing position. Tugging her head back, you see her take a deep breath as her lips disconnect. Before she can complete it, though, you simply slam your hips forwards. As a trail of mascara drips down Karen's cheek, you're encouraged by a cocky snicker from the receptionist.

A smirk growing on your face, you repeat the process. Over time, your thrusting grows more and more intense, the fact that you're being recorded not even registering in your mind anymore. You just revel in the feeling of such a warm throat contracting wildly around your cock, the struggling gagging sounds that come from the Karen, and the gentle, yet intensely present sensation of Karen still sucking despite the, justifiably, rough treatment.

Before long, your thrusts only getting faster, you can't hold back the sensation growing inside you, one last firm, wet SLORK escaping from the false-blonde's throat as you **** yourself as deep as you can, and then erupting a torrent of warm, thick spunk down her throat. Still throbbing as you tug yourself out, a few spare ropes of spunk eject onto Karen's tongue, and lips.

As Karen falls forward, holding herself up with shaking hands, she begins coughing violently. For some reason, though, In your post-aroused state, you clear your throat firmly. You didn't know the extent of control you had over what woman did with their mouths, or other... "Non-Vaginal orifices," but you barked one last order.

"Hey. Keep as much of that in your mouth as you can, for as long as possible. I don't want you to forget the taste of me, or Genna's feet anytime soon."

Almost expecting Karen to disregard you, she instead, does her best to stop retching, shooting one of her hands over her mouth. Her breathing still shallow, she looks up at you with eyes that were filled with malice. Not towards you, but rather, the fact that this happened to her in the first place. Regardless, she gives you a small nod that she understands, as she breathes through her nose.

If you had this level of control over her mouth... you take the time to fully examine the kneeling Karen. Her yoga pants held a nicely shaped backside, and her feet were hard to see due to a pair of designer flipflops. As fun as she looked, you began wondering what, aside from the two obvious holes, "Non-Vaginal orifices" consisted of.