Karen is super fucking turned on

Hearing Billy talk the way he was talking, recounting his side of Karen’s domination, was a euphoric experience for her. The smug, confident milf was energized by just how low she had seemingly brought him. The impressive, handsome young man had become a pathetic, groggy mess, all because of Karen. He had become her subject, just as she felt all people should be.

“My mom keeps asking me what’s wrong… Why I’m so zoned out, stumbling around the house…” Billy moaned. “She’s worried about me… I can’t tell her… I can’t tell her that you did this to me. That you broke me…”

As Billy droned on and on about just how fucked up he was, Karen’s pussy had begun reacting. She prompted him to continue, openly mocked him to his face, and delighted in the experience. All the while, below the table, she enjoyed the conversation in another way.

Silently, imperceptibly, Karen had started shifting in her seat - stretching her needy walls out slightly, then bringing her thighs together and rubbing them against one another, all to give attention to that prideful, slick fuckhole. Karen’s sneering, superior attitude and extremely high, unrealistic standards for men meant that she didn’t get as much sex as she might like. Perhaps that sexual repression contributed to her bitchy attitude. But now, with a perfectly good, submissive young man in front of her… She was starting to feel hungry for some excitement.

“My younger sister keeps asking where I’m going, each time I come to work at your house… She thinks I have a secret girlfriend. She teases me. She has no idea that I’m just… Just a ****. Just your ****,” Billy groaned. “Every day, I’m worried that the truth might come out… That one of those moms that saw you dominate me might tell somebody… That everybody might find out I got knocked out like a bitch. But… But, fuck, I can’t even think straight…”

As things so often went with her, Karen didn’t ask for anything. She simply reached under the table, and took what she wanted. Her smug, entitled hand took a hold of the large bulge that she had correctly assumed would be between Billy’s legs. Billy gasped, as the wealthy woman’s soft hand groped him through his pants. He hadn’t been expecting her touch to come so suddenly like that, and the sensation interrupted his droning brain-fog ramblings.

“Oho! Look at that…” Karen mused, a deep, hungry purr undercutting her voice. “Hard as a rock, again…~”

Billy squirmed under this milf’s domineering hand. The same hand that had put him to sleep in front of a whole crowd, was now holding his dick through his pants. Just underneath the expensive, extravagant dining table they were sitting at, adding to the feeling that this was some deep secret.

He couldn’t hold back an embarrassing, weak moan from leaving his lips, as a pleasurable shudder overwhelmed his strong body. Telling Karen all these deep, dirty secrets, acting like she had completely finished him, serving up his pride to the most manipulative bitch he had ever met… It had all made his cock twitchy and highly reactive. The humiliating sound only seemed to delight Karen even more. Billy’s shivering, falling-to-pieces exterior was impossible to ignore.

“You little twerp,” she grinned. Karen leaned across the table corner, and brought her tantalizing lips right up to Billy’s ear. Her breathy whispers sent a chill right through him. “You’ve been jerking off, haven’t you?”

“I-I…” Billy stammered, unsure of what to say, and unable to focus with that dangerous hand holding onto his throbbing dick.

Karen’s lips curled into a cruel smile. She had this brat totally dead to rights.

“How many times have you /tugged/ that /fat dick/ since I knocked you out, hmm~?” she asked. “How many times did you cum, thinking of me…~?”

The question send a shiver down his back. It had been many, many times, that he had stroked himself into oblivion while thinking of this gorgeous, cruel bitch… And what she had done to him.

“I… I, uhhh…”

Billy nearly fucking came, as Karen flicked the head of his dick with a finger, then began rubbing it with two fingertips. Holy shit, she owned him right now… He just couldn’t resist her bitchy allure. Somehow, with just one hand, she was actually taming him… Extinguishing all of his fire.

“What gives you the right? Hm?” Karen asked, the words resonating deep in his distracted brain. “What makes you think you’re even good enough to think about me? You’re trash, Billy. Worthless, peasant trash…”

Billy knew the wealthy milf was just mocking him, but he could tell a part of her truly believed that he didn’t even deserve to jerk off to memories of her. That she was just on a whole nother level to him. And, shamefully, a part of him was starting to feel the same way… Was she truly just that far above him?

This rich bitch truly had him wrapped around her finger, just as she now rubbed a single fingertip up and down his shaft, paying particular attention to his throbbing head. Dismantling that big, long cock that so many girls would be losing their minds over. It was no big deal to Karen. Hardly important at all.

Billy squirmed in his seat, and Karen loved it. She knew exactly what she was doing to him. Exactly how much she was taking him over, overwhelming his feeble young mind. Just then, Karen leaned in closer to whisper a single word.

“Cum.”

And he did.

Billy let out an embarrassing moan and hunched forward in a jolt, as his dick gave in to Karen’s command. Spurting his seed uselessly, exploding all over the inside of his pants, just completely dominated by this queen bee bitch of a woman.

“Ahh, ahhh… Ahhh!!”

He began thrusting his hips into the air, uselessly. His moans grew louder, and he tightly gripped the table with both hands as his dick just kept on pumping, and pumping, emptying those swollen balls for this blonde goddess’ stroking finger. So quickly brought to a body-shaking, air-humping, humiliating orgasm.

Karen pulled back to laugh, that wonderfully mocking laughter sending extra pumps out of Billy’s twitching, reactive dick. A big, thick, entitled cock, getting humbled by a true queen.

“Ohohoho~! Oh my, Billy!” she laughed. “Oho! Looks like I’ve still got it. You’re cumming like a firehose!”

Finally, Billy’s massive orgasm ended, and he collapsed back into his seat. With Karen’s sultry, dominant gaze upon him, he couldn’t get any softer than a half-chub… But he was exhausted, and out of breath.

“Such a fat, looong~ cock… Yet sooooo~ weak at the same time… What a shame…” Karen held up her single finger, a mocking expression on her face. “Is that all it takes? Are you spent?”

She wagged her finger in front of his face. As if to show him how easy it was to control him. Billy bowed his head, humiliated. His chest heaved, his breathing shallow, fast, and hot, trying to catch up for lost oxygen. An athlete reduced to panting. He felt like a complete loser. And he had to imagine, Karen thought so too.

He was a complete loser to her. Touted as a boxing prodigy, but put to sleep and given a brain fog by the smug bitch who had just proved his dick wasn’t all that either. She’d taken everything from him. And she was hungry for more.

Karen slid her seat back from the table and turned in it, sitting with her legs hanging over the side rather than the front edge. Her switch was flipped, and she knew what she wanted. Billy watched as Karen opened her dressing gown up, parting that soft red fur and revealing her gorgeous nude form underneath.

Billy’s jaw dropped. He was frozen in his seat as he gawked at Karen’s magnificent, healthy, exposed body. It was remarkably well-maintained, and it was obvious that Karen took immense pride in that. Her skin was radiant. Her body was perfect. Fit, smooth, well-cared-for, stacked, the absolute picture of health and wealth.

“Don’t tell me all that jerking off made you fall in love,” Karen sneered, enjoying his stunned reaction. She beckoned Billy out of his seat, and pointed at a spot on the carpet in front of her. “Get out of that seat, and get over here, you hopeless fucking wimp.” Karen instructed, never thinking for a second that Billy might disobey her.

What was she planning…? This felt like it could get dangerous. But, dazzled by Karen’s amazingly hot body… Billy wasn’t sure he cared.