You've got a fucktoy, what else would you do but fuck her?

Your cock flexes and throbs at her words and touch of her lips on your neck. Your hands grip her hips and pull her body tighter against yours. “You’re sure?” You ask, your voice sounds raspy in your ears. “Even though you know what I did?” Your fingers squeeze a little tighter on her hips, digging into her soft skin.

Tracey smiles at you. She shakes her head slightly, as if she can’t believe what she’s hearing. “I don’t know how to say it any more clearly. Do you want me to beg?” She slides down to her knees in front of you. “Please fuck me, Dave. I’ll do anything you want. Let you do anything you want to me. Just use me. It’s the only thing that matters to me. Please.” There is an unmistakable, almost **** yearning in her voice.

The girl you’ve fantasized about is on her knees in front of you — literally begging you to fuck her. You’re frozen by the overwhelming reality of it.

Tracey’s hand strokes over your cock through your boxers. Her fingers grip and stroke your shaft through the fabric. “That website said if you don’t give me contact, I’ll become dangerously obsessed. I can’t imagine how much more obsessed I could be with you. You don’t want me to go crazy, do you?”

You nod. Right. You did this. Now you’ve got what you wanted. You tell yourself that you are in charge and can do what you want. Your palms feel sweaty. You push your boxers down, and your cock is freed right in front of Tracey’s face. It bobs up and down slightly, in time with your pounding pulse. She wraps her warm, delicate fingers around it again. The feeling is so different from your own hand.

You remind yourself that she wants you to tell her what to do; she wants to please you… has too. That thought alone might have had you cumming already if you hadn’t jerked off just before she arrived. You slide your fingers through her long, soft hair and grip a fistful at the back of her head. She gasps at the tug on her scalp. Her grip tightens a bit. She strokes up and down your shaft.

“Kiss it.” You tell her. You try to make it a decisive command, but your voice sounds high and shaky to you. That doesn't seem to bother Tracey. She leans close and presses her moist lips to the head of your cock. You feel the tip of her tongue trace over the very tip, tasting the precum that’s leaking from it. Her stroking gets faster.

You can’t help gasping at the sensation. “Ahh..ahh…” Your grip tightens on her hair. Your legs tremble. “Take… take it in your mouth,” You pant out. She obeys immediately, opening her lips and leaning in. Her warm, wet mouth envelops your cock. It’s the most incredible thing you’ve ever felt. You need to brace yourself with a hand on her shoulder to keep from falling over as your legs shake.

Tracey keeps pushing her head forward. You hear her gagging and sputtering. She’s never sucked a cock before, but she’s trying to take it all. She pulls back a bit to gasp in air and stop from retching but pushes onto your dick again as soon as she can.

You can feel that you won’t be able to hold back much longer if this keeps up. As much as you want Tracey’s enthusiastic blowjob to continue, you want to experience her pussy even more. You tug her back by the hair, “Enough… enough…” you gasp. “I want to fuck you now.”

The beautiful blonde smiles up at you like you just told her you’re giving her a million dollars. “Where do you want me?” She asks eagerly, as her fingers trace down your thighs.

“On the bed.” You say as you rush to grab a condom from the desk drawer. You tear open the packet, and fumble to roll it down onto your cock, as Tracey stretches out on your bed.

Once you’ve got the condom on, you climb onto the bed, moving over her. Your knees bump her thighs as you move between them. She spreads her legs wide for you. You can see her pubic hair is trimmed into a neat little triangle. Her pussy lips are wet, glistening. You can smell her aroma, organic and sexual.

“Do it. Please! I need it.” She moans. “Don’t make me wait, please.” Her hands move to your cock. Her fingers surround the shaft and guide the tip to her pussy. You lower your hips and give a little thrust when you feel her soft labia against the tip, but it just prods at her slick pussy lips. You don’t find her entrance.

She shifts her position under you and re-aims your cock. You push your hips forward again and the head sinks inside. Her pussy is warm and tight. You thrust again, pushing deeper. You feel resistance and hold back, but she grips your ass cheeks with both her hands and pull you forward, encouraging you to push through and invade her sex.

Your enchanted **** lets out a soft cry, and her body stiffens, but just for a moment. Then her hips start rocking and gyrating, pushing her pussy onto your shaft over and over. “Oh… oh… oh…” soft, high grunts come from the back of her throat. Her hands grip your shoulders, and her legs wrap around you. “So good… so fucking good.” Her voice is an intense whine. Her eyes are locked on your face.

You start thrusting, slow and hesitant to start. You feel awkward, like you don’t know what you’re doing. But Tracey moans and thrashes her head back and forth, her legs tightening around you. “Oh! Oh! Oh!.” Her body goes stiff. Her pussy muscles contract hard. The clenching shoves your cock out. Her eyes go wide. “Fuck. I’m sorry. So sorry.” She says as she fumbles to grab your cock and guide it back inside her.

You push in all the way to the hilt this time and hold there, enjoying the sensation of lighter after-shock spasms of her pussy walls on your shaft. “What was that?” you pant out. “I mean… I think I know what it was… I didn’t know it would happen like that.” You chuckle.

Her face turns red. There are tears welling up in her eyes. “I… I didn’t mean to… you know… push you out. It never hit me that hard before. So different than a toy, or a tongue, or a finger. Soooo much better. Hard, warm, alive.” She looks into your eyes, with an anxious expression. “Do you… forgive me? I didn’t mean to push you out. You inside me is the best thing I’ve ever felt.”

You caress her cheek. “It’s fine.” You say with a soft chuckle. “It’s good to know I can have that effect on you. Just warn me next time.” You start to thrust again, slow and easy.

Tracey just nods in answer, her eyes rolling back in her head and her hands clenching the sheet under her. “Ohhhhh… “ she moans.

You are starting to feel close, so your thrusts get faster, more urgent. Soon Tracey grunts out between clenched teeth “CMMmmmnggg…” So you drive in and hold there. Her cunt clenches hard again, but this time you’re deep inside, so it just tightens on your shaft instead of expelling it. After stiffening, her body goes limp under you, a sheen of sweat on her skin. You thrust into her a few more times before you go over the edge. You push in deep again as your cock pulses and pumps out your load of cum into the condom. She shivers and you feel her pussy spasm on your cock as you cum, but it isn’t as violent a contraction as before.

Tracey reaches up and grabs your face, pulling your head down to kiss you deeply. When she lets go and you pull back from the kiss, you can see her face is streaked with tears. “I… love you.” She says in a whisper that's just above a breath.

You hold still on top of her for a while, breathing deep, collecting yourself. You roll off her and sprawl on the bed your back, panting and sweating.

Tracey curls her toned perfect body against your side. Her leg slides over yours and rests on your softening cock. Her head rests on your shoulder. “If this is what it feels like to be magically mind-controlled, it’s the best thing that ever happened to me.” She places a light kiss on your pectoral.

That’s when you hear a car pulling into the driveway. You look at the clock. “Fuck, My sister’s home. We’ve got to get dressed” You hiss low. You scramble out of bed, and search to find your boxers, jeans, tee shirt and pull them on. Tracey looks so spent she can barely move, but she stumbles out of bed and looks for her clothes.

You hear the front door open. “Hey! I’m home, beanpole.” You hear Abbie call. “If you’re jerking off, take a break, or at least make sure your door is closed.” She snickers. You hear her footsteps coming up the stairs.