Bathroom sex and a phone call

“Oh yeah, Daddy, right there!” Marissa cries out as your cock bashes against her cervix. Her soft, curly hair is like a handle in your palm as you use it to move her head up and **** her to look at you in the mirror. Her dark eyes are hazy, as if she’s not fully awake.

Her wet, hot cunt grips your cock like a vice, pulsing and beckoning you inside her again and again. Her huge tits are sandwiched outwards on the bathroom sink.

Your other hand grips one of Marissa’s fat asscheeks. Your fingers are practically enveloped by her plentiful buttflesh. Your abdomen is, too, whenever you slam yourself inside her. Her ass dwarfs your waist considerably, and the size disparity only becomes more significant when her plump derriere squishes upward and to the sides. Her thick rear jiggles like water rippling beneath a steadily dripping faucet, and you can’t help but grin like a maniac.

It’s like something primal and dark has consumed you, subsuming your mind and better judgment. Before today, you’d have never done something like this in such a public place. You’d always imagined that you’d lose your virginity in the bedroom of a willing woman in a house that was completely empty aside from the two of you.

It seems everything you’d imagined for your future is washing away, like chalk under heavy rainfall. You tighten your fist around Marissa’s hair and give her a gentle yank backwards. Her upper body comes off the sink, and she places her hands underneath her to support herself.

Her huge breasts tumble free beneath her, and you can see them dancing to the tune of your fucking in the mirror. Her pussy clenches around your cock again and she only barely manages to place a hand in front of her mouth as she screams, orgasming for the second time in five minutes. Her eyes roll up into her head again as her slick love canal spasms around you.

It’s too much.

Within moments, you feel your balls clench.

“I’m gonna cum,” you grunt, and move to pull yourself out like any responsible man would. You don’t know if Marissa is using birth control, and you’ve already exposed yourself to enough risk just by fucking her without a condom.

Her hand comes off her mouth and grips the one you have on her ass, causing you to hesitate.

“Ngh- no! It’s okay. I’m on the pill. You can do it inside me,” she whispers excitedly. Her dark eyes plead with you through the mirror.

It’s too late to pull out, now, and you groan lowly as your balls clench once more. Your cock tenses within the tight, achingly warm confines of Marissa’s neglected married pussy, and then it spurts. Your whole body tenses as thick, burning ropes of cum erupt into Marissa’s pussy.

The married woman laughs.

“Yeah, that’s it Daddy. Do it! Cum inside me!”

She slams her ass backward, sheathing your cock fully inside her again, mashing your cockhead against her cervix. She whimpers in pain, but her smile only widens, stretching into a maddened, sex-drunk thing. Her impassioned eyes stare into yours, twitching every time a spurt of your cum paints the entrance to her womb.

How amazing would it have been if Marissa hadn’t been taking birth control? If, after a single hypnosis session with you, she’d let you cum inside her as deeply as you possibly could, and risk you getting her pregnant? You don’t know where the thoughts are coming from, and you don’t care. In that moment, all you can think of is Marissa’s breasts swelling with warm milk. Of her wide hips getting wider and her belly swelling to accommodate the illegitimate offspring you fucked into her. And her husband and family crowding around her, smiling, unaware that the woman they loved most had betrayed them in the worst way. All because of you.

You slump against her. Your sudden weight upon her sends her down to the sink. Her pussy never stops massaging your cock, coaxing every last drop of cum in your load.

“Mmh. Holy shit, that was incredible,” Marissa murmurs.

You look up to find her eyes staring directly into yours through the mirror.

“Tch. You’re telling me. I’m the guy whose virginity you just took.”

Marissa’s eyes widen.

“Are you being serious?”

You nod at her.

“Wow,” she shakes her head. “When you took charge like that earlier, I thought you must have known what you were doing. Now that I know this was your first time… you were really impressive, John. Easily the best sex I’ve ever had.”

You shake your head.

“You’re just trying not to hurt my feelings.”

Marissa chuckles.

“No, I’m being completely serious. You should really learn how to take a compliment because you’ll probably be getting a lot more them from me,” her pussy squeezes your cock one last time before she turns around to face you.

Your cock is pulled from the comforting confines of her cunt with an audible “plorp”, followed by a torrent of your thick cum. It dribbles down Marissa’s thighs onto the floor and into her pants and panties which are still bunched up around her ankles.

“Ah, shit. Should have seen this coming,” Marissa lowers her hand to her pussy to close it shut and prevent any more of your cum from escaping.

You move in to help her, grabbing the handle of the nearby paper tower dispenser. You crank the handle a few times and tear off a rather large sheet.

Marissa smiles at you as you hand her the power towels.

“Thanks.”

Still holding her pussy shut with one hand, she cleans your baby batter off her thick thigh. Sighing, she looks down on the mess the two of you have made of her panties and yoga pants. The exterior of the pants only has a few wet spots, but her panties are a different story. They’re practically drenched in your thick cum, an entire white puddle sitting there that hasn’t even been absorbed into the material.

“Sorry about the mess, Marissa.”

The voluptuous black woman shakes her head.

“It’s not your fault. I’m the one who wanted you to dump your load inside me,” her huge tits wobble slightly as she takes a deep breath. “Mmm. I can still feel a lot of it sloshing around inside me, you know? It’s so warm and thick.”

“You like it?” you ask. “My cum filling up your pussy?”

Marissa stares you for a long moment and bites her lower lip.

“It feels amazing, actually. I… I love it,” she says, and her eyes widen, as if she’s surprised by her own words. “God, I always hated it when Frank came inside me. It was kind of gross, and now that I think back on it I can’t understand how I ever let him do that without throwing up all over him. But you’re different. You’re the most amazing man I’ve ever met, and for some reason it feels incredible to have a part of you still inside me. I wonder if…”

She glances down at her pants and underwear.

Still holding her pussy shut, she bends downward and uses her free hand down to grip her cum-smeared pants and panties. Her massive breasts sway delightfully. Slowly, she drags her pants and panties up her legs, smearing your juices along her thighs. She trembles slightly, but her lips are affixed into a semi-permanent grin. Her eyes glimmer with wonderment, and you can only guess as to what exactly is going through her head.

You replay her earlier sentences in your head. Apparently, she’s internalized your suggestions to the point that not only does she see you as the greatest man she’s ever met, apparently that distinction applies to every part of you, even your semen.

Your mind brings up stories you’d heard of female fans of the most popular boy bands getting their hands on a hat or a glove, or even having the pleasure of breathing in the same air as their celebrity idol. The stories had always made you cringe internally. After all, what was so special about a flesh and blood human, not anatomically unique or different from literally anyone else?

Fame. It was all about the fame. Fame made ordinary humans seem like gods to some people, and what was a god if not some being that was loved and worshiped by countless millions of people?

You shake your head. You’re not a god. You’re not even famous. Not special or unique by any stretch of the imagination. In fact, you’re an underachiever whose only notable contribution to the world was telling Charles what your ideal world would be. You hadn’t even done any of the work to manifest those changes to reality.

“Ah…”

Marissa grins widely as she pulls her pants up fully, smooshing her cum-drenched panties against her cum-filled pussy.

She seems happy. No, not just happy. She’s… content. Like she’s just accomplished everything she ever set out to in her life and gotten the most amazing souvenir for her troubles.

“Are you okay?”

Her dark eyes find yours again. She licks her lips and smiles widely at you. Her eyes glimmer with lust and satisfaction and devotion. For the first time in your life, you think you know what it means to have someone love everything about you. To have someone blindly devoted to you in the way millions of people are to their favorite celebrities.

“I’m great. Thank you, John. Thank you so much for taking time out of your day to help me like this.”

You resist the urge to gape at her. She’d just betrayed her entire family and let you fuck her in a movie theater bathroom. She’d let you cum inside her and practically ruin her pants and panties. Beneath her yoga pants, you know she’s completely soaked in your juices. Anyone else in her position would be disgusted or at least wish for unsoiled clothes.

But not Marissa. To her, your cum might as well be nectar of the gods, because of how she sees you.

Your heart thuds wildly in your chest as you imagine Marissa going under a trance again. What changes would you make to her, then? As soon as you ask yourself that question you already know the answer. You’ll make more devoted. More loyal. More unquestioningly obedient. You’ll work on her, session after session, until the only thing in her world is you. Then you really will be her god. Maybe one day, she’ll even call you that.

You shake your head free of your musings. Why do you want any of that? Isn't it enough that you’d gotten her to take your virginity? Why do you want more?

“Don’t worry about it. You’re a beautiful woman. I was happy to have sex with you.”

Marissa beams at you.

“We should probably head back before the people we’re here with start wondering where the hell we are,” you continue.

She nods.

“You’re right. I wish we could spend a lot more time together, but you’re right.”

Marissa grabs her bra from the side of the sink and refastens it over her breasts and behind her back, hiding her huge boobs from view. She puts her bra on next and takes a few moments to make her hair look presentable in the mirror before turning to face you.

“How do I look?” she says.

“Clothed,” you reply in your most deadpan voice.

Marissa giggles.

“You know what I mean.”

You sigh and nod.

“I doubt anyone in your family’s going to suspect that you just got fucked over the bathroom sink.”

Her smile widens.

“You’re funny,” she leans down and kisses your lips, but doesn’t turn it into an impromptu makeout session, content to keep her face close to yours as she whispers, “You’re still gonna meet up with me after the movie’s over, right?”

You quirk an eyebrow. You haven’t forgotten what you’d told Marissa to assuage her after you’d left her to go spend time with Sharon. You think she wants to use the opportunity to invite you over to her house sometime soon. You certainly aren’t against going, but how feasible would it be for you and Marissa to do anything sexual with her whole family breathing down your necks?

“I said I would, didn’t I?”

Marissa nods quickly, and you can’t help but feel she’d been very nervous that you would have said no.

“Yeah. Yeah, you did,” she licks her lips. “Come on. Let’s get back to the theater.”

She turns and unlocks the door. Opening it slightly, she peers outside. Glancing back at you, she lets you know that the coast is clear.

You gesture for her to leave first and she obeys readily. You follow after her. The two of you walk in companionable silence as you approach theater six. You take your phone out of your pocket and glance at the time. Huh. It seems you’ve been gone for around twenty minutes. Sharon’s definitely going to have a few choice questions for you, but you doubt you won’t be able to use your experiences with Jared as an excuse to get to her to accept whatever you say at face value.

Marissa is a different story. She doesn’t have any level of hypnotic control over her family, but she is the mother and wife of the household. Maybe that’ll be enough to silence any questions her family has.

You tap her on the ass. It’s amazing how soft and pliant it is, even though her pants.

She spins around to look at you, a small smile on her lips and a question brimming in her dark eyes.

“You should go in first,” you say. “I’ll come in a few minutes later, but it’s important that your family not suspect that anything’s going on with us. I don’t want you to have any troubles at home.”

“As long as I do what you say, right?” Marissa gives you a sensual grin.

You blink. You hadn’t even meant it to come out that way.

“Of course,” you reply. “As long as you’re obedient to me, your home life will stay exactly the way it was.”

Her face slackens once more.

“Obedient…”

She blinks and shakes her head.

“Understood. See you later,” she gives your hand a squeeze before turning and opening the black, silver handled door to the theater. Sounds of a car engine roaring stream down the hallway from the theater. Marissa walks down the hallway. There’s an exaggerated sway to her hips, causing her big fat ass to jiggle and sway enticingly.

You stare after her as she walks down the hallway. When she reaches the end, she glances over her shoulder and catches you watching her. She gives you a small, devious smile before disappearing around the corner.

Damn.

You slump back against the lobby wall.

This certainly hadn’t been how you’d expected your day to go. Brainwashing a random married woman and losing your virginity to her after just a single session.

You wonder why she was malleable to you, so ready to potentially throw her life away to have sex with you. Was it the way you approached her while she was in a trance, the words you said, or was there something about her personality that made her more open to your influence? You honestly can’t say.

What you can say is that you’ll definitely be taking Marissa up on her offer of meeting her after the movie, where you’re nearly certain she’ll ask you to join her family for dinner or something similar. You look forward to seeing her house and getting acquainted with it in the same way you’ve done to Sharon’s home.

A low buzzing noise draws your eyes to your phone, which you’re still holding. You glance at the screen, and your eyes widen at the name of the contact.

“Tiffany?”

Your older sister was calling you. A highly rare occurrence, Tiffany was usually too busy calling her friends or boyfriends or even Mom and Dad to even think about calling you.

But that was before you’d programmed her mind to call you the next time she fell into a hypnotic trance.

Your heart skips a beat.

You swallow nervously and accept the call, bringing the phone to your ear.

“Hey, Tiffany. What’s up?”

There’s a short pause on the other end of the phone. Then she answers.

“Hello John,” her voice is flat, nearly monotone. “I’m calling you because I’m supposed to whenever I fall into a trance and you aren’t around.”

"You're in a trance right now?" you reply quickly.

She answers quickly, but her words are drawn out, as if she's talking while sleepwalking.

"I'm in a trance..."

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