Hands on Approach

Tiffany panicked. She dropped her phone and turned to run towards the door. She barely made it a few steps before Samara's voice rang out from the TV. "Come back." Tiffany planted her foot to take another step before feeling herself pivot and face the TV. She took a shaky step forward towards it with a groan. Tiffany tensed her legs and found she could resist stepping forward.

But she could only hold back so long. Within moments her legs were aching. It was like she was both pressing forward to walk and holding herself back at the same time. Eventually, her knees buckled and she stumbled forward. "Nooooooooooo," Tiffany wailed as she found herself walking back into the room. She already knew where she was going. She was being drawn to that old TV, filled with static and the smirking image of Samara who was already stroking her big, juicy monster of a cock.

"Six ways, going to fuck you six more ways," Samara moaned between static on the TV as she appeared closer to the screen. Tiffany could not help but walk towards her. Soon she was standing before the TV. "Kneel." Tiffany reached out and grabbed onto the top of the TV, using it to hold herself up even as her knees tried to bend.

She whimpered in pain as she strained to hold herself up. All those sessions of yoga and working out at the gym to make her ass look fantastic in leggings were paying off as she was able to hold herself up, for the moment. "I said… kneel," Samara repeated and Tiffany felt her body give out on her as the second command reinforced the first. She collapsed to her knees before the TV.

Tiffany gasped as she looked at Samara's lower body. That cock was as big and intimidating as it had been the first time. Only, now Tiffany had had a taste and she could not deny a desire to have more. Still a greater desire to get the hell out of here remained. She tried to push back across the ground, shuffle away from the TV but she barely made it a few inches back before Samara called out once more. "No, stay."

Tiffany was rooted to the spot. She gritted her teeth as the cock pressed up against the screen from the inside and then slipped through into the world beyond the video. The scent of it made Tiffany's headspin as it pulsed angrily at her. "Going to fuck you six more ways… you pick how."

Tiffany blinked at these words. "I pick… what… no! Leave me alone. Let me leave," Tiffany shouted at the TV.

"Choose," Samara said but Tiffany felt no compulsion to respond. It seemed she could puppet Tiffany's body but not her mind. "Choose or I choose for you."

"I…" Tiffany gasped at this as she bit her bottom lip. She had some control in this situation. Only a morsel of it. But it was something. "Fine." Her eyes narrowed and she stared venomously at the glossy, grey member before her. She tried to feel disgusted as she reached out with a perfectly manacled hand to grasp it but she could not deny her lust she felt putting her hand around the monster and finding that she could not even reach fully around it.

Hard to think that thing had been shoved down her throat not moments ago. Still the proof was right there as her hand slid down it slowly. The saliva that coated it was still fresh and so slippery. It allowed Tiffany to glide her hand down the cock. She could feel it pulse with heat as Samara breathed heavier on the other side. Tiffany soon reached the base of it and gave a little squeeze.

It was so firm and hard. She shivered as she imagined it jammed into her other holes. Stretching her out. Changing her. Ruining her for any other cock that failed to live up to this giant member. Tiffany let out a hot, ragged breath across the cock and watched as it twitched. She was drooling. She needed to taste it again.

Leaning forward, Tiffany kissed the tip before opening her mouth to take it once more, this time by her own volition. "No. Stop," Samara said and Tiffany froze. "Already fucked you that way… different way… fuck you different… no sucking."

Tiffany whimpered as she was denied her animalistic desire to **** herself once more on this cock. Instead she retreated a little and decided to just lick at the head. It tasted just as salty and raw as she remembered. It made Tiffany's body pulse with desire. Her nipples had never stopped being hard since she was face fucked but they felt uncomfortably stiff now under her dress while her panties were flooded. Each time she shifted about on her knees she could feel them chafing against her thighs already.

"Good girl," Samara said and again Tiffany was hit with a wave of endorphins. She could get addicted to Smara's words of praise. The way they filled her head with such sensations made Tiffany feel high. She felt giggly and like she was on cloud nine. "Keep stroking me."

Tiffany did not even need the compulsion to start doing that. Her hand came back up the cock, fingers running along it as she continued to lick at the head of it. She felt like she was coaxing it along. Hand moving up to meet her lips, fingers wrapping around the head of it, careful not to brush against it with her nails, before they slid back down along the thick shaft. She heard Samara moan more openly on the other side. "You like that?" Tiffany asked with bated breath between licks at the head of that cock.

"Yessssssssss, good work, keep going."

Tiffany smirked as she felt the praise reward her. She kneeled up a little higher and pressed in against the cock, almost nuzzling into it with her cheek as she licked down and around the head of it. Her hand continued to steadily work up and down it, using her own spit as lube to jerk it off. "As you wish," Tiffany said, her voice low and whispery as she kissed down along the shaft, lips tracing it, hand stroking it in tandem and her whole body moving forward to almost worship this cock as if it were an idol to a deity. "Do you like my lips against your big girl cock?"

Samara moaned in an affirmative as Tiffany continued to service her. "I bet you do," Tiffany said as her hand picked up speed and she felt Samara buck. "My big fat lips against your monster of a cock. My hand can't even fit around it. I bet that feels sooooo gooood. Mmmmm." Samara bucked and moaned once more as Tiffany made her way back to the head of the cock with her mouth. "I want to make you cum on my pretty face. Paint it with your cum."

She was rewarded with thick dribblings of precum that splattered against her cheek. Tiffany gasped at this and pulled back, her hand pausing along the shaft, making Samara whine impatiently. Tiffany reached up with her other hand to rub it off her cheek. She looked at her fingers, slick with sticky precum between them. It only took her a moment to decide to shove them in her mouth.

Mmmmmmm. She had missed the taste of this already. Thick and salty. So viscous across her tongue. There was something so hot about having to gulp it down. It felt like she was swallowing porridge. "Continue… return… more," Samara commanded and Tiffany snapped back into action.

"Like have some patients babe," Tiffany said as she leaned back into the cock, lips making contact with it once more, wrapping around the tip of it to suckle up any of the remaining precum. She moaned at the taste of it once more as her hand resumed stroking the shaft but this time it was joined by its twin on the other side. Together they could encircle the girthy member. They worked up and down it while Tiffany kissed and licked up any precum produced. "That's it. You're like such a big girl. Totally going to milk you for all you have baby. Give me all your precum. Let me guzzle it down. I want to taste you. Need you so badly."

Her words seemed to be the golden ticket as they made Samara moan, groan, buck her hips and her cock throb with need. Tiffany spent what felt like hours kneeling there. Her hands started to cramp. Her knees ached. And her body was burning with desire. But she knew there was no giving up. No stopping. Samara would just assume control again. Puppeting her body about like she was on strings.

At least this way she had control. And she really did want to shower herself in the cum of this cock. How could she not? The sheer majesty of it had entranced Tiffany. She had to finish what she started. She did not have to wait long as Samara's moans became louder, her thrusting from the other side more vigorous and the cock between Tiffany's hands began to twitch and pulse. It was cumming.

Tiffany leaned back, hands still stroking up and down the monster even as it twitched and Samara cried out. Her hot breath wafted down over the angry looking head of the monster. Tiffany had a moment to react. She could have pointed it away. Ducked down. Or even put her mouth around the end of it to swallow the flow of cum. But she did none of those things. Tiffany knew what she wanted.

"Coat my face in your cum you big sexy woman. Like go on. Spray me with your thick fucking semen. You already ruined my make-up so give me your cum to wear you big dicked fucker," Tiffany shouted before closing her eyes, opening her mouth wide, sticking out her tongue and saying. "Ahhhhhhhh."

The first hot spurt of cum hit her forehead. She pulled the cock downwards and the next got in her mouth, mostly, a bit covering her lips. The third shot only sort of went in her mouth, mostly over her cheeks. The fourth hit her chin. And the last one her neck. She released the cock as she felt Samara pull away before Tiffany collapsed to her side onto the ground.

"Fuck…" She whispered after swallowing the cum in her mouth. "I must look like a proper fucking slut with all this over me." She began to scoop it up with her fingers before pushing them into her mouth. She moaned each time she had to suck it from her digits. She felt like such a whore licking cum from her fingers after scooping it off her face. Tiffany loved that feeling.

When she had cleared off enough to open her eyes without risk of getting blinded by cum she found herself laying there in the centre of the dark room breathing heavily. She knew better now than to try and run. Any moment she would hear it. Sure enough the room was lit up once more as static filled the air. Only this time the projector switched on and the sound of the screen rolling down filled the room. Tiffany did not need to turn and see to know it would be Samara standing on the screen.

"Five more ways… going to…"

"Fuck me five more ways," Tiffany gasped out. "I know Sammy, I know. Why don't you come and get me you big dick wielding fucker? Come on. Let's fucking go. You and me. Your cock, my body, five more ways to fuck. Like come and get it hot stuff."

Samara grinned down at the slut begging for her cock on the floor, as she stepped towards the projector screen. The night was young and they had only just begun. Samara still had a lot more ways to fuck Tiffany. She felt her cock rising once more to the occasion. This was going to be a good night for both of them.