You've got to figure out what's going on.

"Barbra?" You tentatively ask, she's got to still be to tired from that last round to lay into you now. This may be your one chance to figure out what's going on. "Not that I'm complaining mind, but why did you decide to throat fuck me like that? I never actually asked for it."

"Not yet baby." Barbra responded lazily as she rubbed your chest and cuddled closer to the crook of your arm. "Even futas need some recharge time. Give me like ten minutes and then I'll fuck your ass good like you need it."

Yep, whatever words you were saying were definitely getting lost in translation. If you had to guess you had just begged to be fucked by her. The temptation to shut up and wait for her come off her refractory period was strong. She had a bigger dick than that woman in the street had and Barb was such a more gentle lover. She would probably make you cum until you were shooting blanks.

But solving this situation was more important. If your words weren't getting through to you needed something else instead. Maybe writing it down would work? Unfortunately you didn't exactly keep sheets of paper and pens around your apartment like a kid in school. But you could type things out on your cell phone.

Shifting a little bit, careful not to disturb Barbra too much, you managed to get a finger hooked around your pants on the floor. After dragging them over to you, you fished your phone out of your pocket, opened up a notepad app and started typing away. When you were done you held the phone up for her to see and tapped her on the head to get her attention.

"I never asked you to fuck me." You had written out.

"Huh?" Barbra wondered as she focused on your phone screen and read it over. She gave you a goofy smile as if she had no idea what you were up to. "What's up with the phone John? I know I was a little rough with your throat but you spoke just fine earlier. Do you need me to get you some throat spray? Does it hurt you babydoll?"

"I'm typing at you because you aren't hearing what I'm actually saying." You typed. "I didn't just ask you to fuck my ass or whatever I asked why you decided to make me blow you."

She gave you an odd look as she read your screen. Then she said: "Fine I'll play along. I nutted in your guts baby boy because you had been begging me to do just that since you opened the front door. And there's just no way I could ever say no to such a sweet little angel like you with such a sexy enticing voice."

"When exactly did I ask for that?" You pressed typing quickly as you worried she was working herself back up. "And what did I ask for?"

"Oh I get it." She suddenly said. "You're trying to work out how exactly you got this lucky huh? Need to remember which of your lines worked best? You don't need to hun. After getting a taste of you I'm hooked. You could ask for a good fucking in front of my parents and I wouldn't hesitate to do you proper. But if you insist on it."

"I knocked on the door cause I was worried about you." Barbra explained. "I thought you might have been mugged I didn't realize some skank had just been a little too rough with you. You opened the door and told me you've been better but would feel much nicer if you had a nice big dick to suck on right now. Then you told me you had been attacked and asked me to take care of you. I bandaged you up and you thanked me and begged to suck my cock to repay me. I figured I better get you to relax a bit first cause you seemed too tense. But then you started telling me about that woman fucking you and how wonderful it had made you feel, and how much better you bet my dick would be and then I couldn't take it any more and had my way with you. There are you happy knowing how much you can turn me on with just a couple of words?"

"But I never said any of that." You typed furiously and she gave you a very odd look when she read that. She obviously didn't believe you. "How would I even know you had a cock for me to suck? We've only talked a couple of times and you always wear such baggy pants. I had no idea you were a futa before you slapped your meat on my face."

"Huh." She said perplexed. "How did you know I was a dick girl? Have you been stalking me? I deleted my Grind Her profile when I broke up with my last boyfriend months ago."

"I would never stalk someone." You protested in type.

"I forgive you if you did angel." She offered. "I think I might forgive you anything right now."

You were getting no where. At least you knew that something was wrong with your words. But was it wrong with what you were saying or with what women were hearing? Your phone had been a big help so far, maybe it could help some more.

"Give me your phone number." You wrote and handed your phone over to her. Barbra definitely liked this idea as she smiled broadly as she added herself to your contacts under "Barbra nine inches and always DTF" and then handed you back your phone.

"What ever I say next isn't an invitation, and let this go to voice mail." You told her in text before you called her phone. A Rhianna song started playing from her discarded pile of clothes behind the couch, and after it stopped you risked actually speaking again. "Hey this is John and I am definitely not asking for anything sexual to happen. This is just a perfectly normal conversation to test something out. I'm just trying to figure things out right now."

"John this game of yours is so unfair." Barbra complained as her cock began to twitch and swell a little. "You say it's not an invitation and then you beg so beautifully for me like that. It's cruel to play with a girl's heart ya know."

"Okay now listen to that message." You wrote out.

"Oh I'll be listening to that for days I promise you." Barbra declared but she did get up off of you and walk around the couch to retrieve her phone. She made sure to walk slowly swaying her hips from side to side as she went, her dick swinging back and forth and continuing to pulse and swell. You hoped this worked you might be running out of time. She got her phone and soon had the message playing back.

"Hey this is John and I am definitely not asking for anything sexual to happen." The phone speaker said. "This is just a perfectly normal conversation to test something out. I'm just trying to figure things out right now."

She stared at her phone in absolute confusion. She played the message a second time. Then she started typing around on her phone looking for where the real message was.

"That wasn't what you said into your phone." She declared. "You were begging me to breed you like a bitch in heat, complaining about empty your ass felt and how you couldn't wait for me to make you into my own little cum slut. What's going on?"

"I think that you're hearing different words then I'm saying." You texted her phone. "I'm speaking normally but you hear me begging for sex. I think the same thing happened with that woman in the street. All I remember is asking her for the time, but she and you both act is I asked her to throw me to the ground and take my ass."

She looked at the phone for a moment and then looked at you. For just a second it seemed the color drained from her face. But her dick continued to swell and her face then turned flush. It was like something was fighting her, stopping her from realizing something. Finally she spoke.

"That doesn't make any sense." She concluded. "You obviously want to be fucked, maybe even need to be fucked. And you're saying that you telling me to fuck you isn't real? I might not be hearing the words you're saying, but I think I'm hearing the words you mean."

"No you're not!" You texted her as quickly as you could. "I've been a straight guy all my life and now I'm attracting dick girls like flies to honey. I don't want this. I don't think you want this? Have you ever decided to fuck someone after speaking to them for only a few minutes? I think my voice might be hypnotizing you in some way. Please fight it!"

She scanned your text then walked up and leaned over where you were still laying exhausted on the couch. She smiled warmly down at you and pulled the phone from your unresisting hands. She kissed you upside down and took your breath away before she spoke again.

"You've always been my type John." She purred. "I like a man with a bit of size and muscle. Plus you've actually got a pretty good dick for a man. I don't know what's up with your voice, but I would've fallen for you if you had invited me over by snail mail. And I know that whatever you were before you're a perfect little cum slut now. You loved getting deep throated. You loved getting pounded in the street. You're going to ascend to heaven when you let me take your ass. Just admit it. Smile and nod and I'll make you sing my name."