The afternoon sun filtered through the curtains.
Karen and Kaylee's house was quiet. Kaylee lounged on the couch. Her slim frame curled up. She scrolled on her phone. Karen wasn't home yet.
The front door creaked open. I stepped inside.
Kaylee glanced up. Her eyes narrowed. "What do you want, Jacobs?" She turned back to her phone.
It rang. Her bestie called. Kaylee answered. "Hey, girl!" Her voice turned sharp. She hugged her legs tighter. I moved closer. My hands reached for her shorts. She didn't resist. I slid them down. Her ass was bare. The plug gleamed. It was slick and gaping. Warmth radiated from her.
I dropped my pants. My cock hardened. I lifted her thighs. She stayed on the call. "Those cheap friends of ours!" she snapped. I pressed against her ass. She gasped. The plug popped out. I thrust in. Her hole was wet. She kept talking. "And that shitty teacher!" Her voice cracked. I fucked her hard.
Her body rocked. I held her like a toy. She bitched about classmates. "Total losers!" Her moans slipped out. I pounded deeper. Her ass clenched. Minutes passed. I shifted her. Bent her over the couch. Her phone stayed glued to her ear. I slammed into her. She groaned. "They're all trash!"
I changed positions. Laid her on her back. Her legs spread wide. I lifted her hips. My cock drove in.
She cursed her friends. "Useless bitches!" Her body shook.
I fucked faster. Her ass took every thrust. She hated this. She loved it. The mind control held.
I pulled out. She slid to the ground. Her phone dropped.
"Suck me," I said. She glared.
"You're disgusting!" Her lips wrapped around me.
She tasted her juices. Her tongue worked sloppy. I groaned. Her throat resisted. I pushed deeper. She gagged. Cum built up.
I came hard. A deepthroat pie filled her. Semen leaked out. It dripped down her chin. Her hands moved slow. She smeared it on her face. Her eyes burned with hate.
The front door clicked. Karen walked in. Her voice rang out. "Kaylee, what's this mess?" The scene froze.
Karen stepped inside. Her arms carried takeout bags. The smell of food filled the room.
She saw me.
Her face stayed blank. No shock. No anger.
I frowned. Her reaction bored me. She thought I'd care. She didn't know I didn't need her surprise.
She moved to the fridge. Her heels clicked on the floor. She stored the food casually. Her sundress hugged her curves. The plug shifted inside her.
She turned to me. Her voice was bitchy. "You staying for lunch, Jacobs?" Her tone dripped sarcasm.
I nodded. My hands groped her ass. She tensed. The plug tightened. Her breath hitched.
She peeled off her pants. Her movements were reluctant. The plug gleamed. It was slick and gaping. I dropped my pants. My cock hardened.
She glared. "This better be quick."
I lifted her thighs. My arms held her up. She balanced against the counter. Her ass was warm. Wet. Ready.
I thrust in. Her hole took me easily. She gasped. "Useless day!" she snapped. She multitasked. She chopped vegetables. I fucked her hard. Her body rocked. The knife moved slow. "That caterer was trash!" she bitched. I pounded deeper. Her ass clenched. She moaned. Her hands stayed busy.
Minutes passed. I shifted her. Bent her over the counter. Her dress bunched up. I slammed into her.
She cursed the neighbors. "Nosy idiots!" Her voice cracked.
I gripped her hips. Her ass bounced. She stirred a pot. The spoon clattered. I fucked faster. She hated this. She loved it.
I changed positions. Lifted her onto the counter.
Her legs spread. I held her ankles. My cock drove in.
She bitched about Kaylee. "Lazy brat!" Her moans slipped out. I thrust harder. Her ass gripped me.
She seasoned the food. The salt spilled. I pounded like a machine. Her body shook.
I pulled out. She slid to the floor.
Her knees hit the tiles. "Suck me," I said. She sneered. "You're vile!"
Her lips wrapped around me. She tasted her juices. Her tongue worked sloppy. I pushed deeper. Her throat resisted. She gagged. "Disgusting!" she muttered. I held her head.
I came hard. A deepthroat pie filled her. Semen leaked out. It dripped down her chin. Her hands moved slow. She smeared it on her face. Cum glistened on her skin. Her eyes burned with hate.
The kitchen door creaked. Kaylee peeked in. The scene froze.
Karen stepped inside. Her arms were loaded with takeout bags. The aroma of roasted chicken and fries spread through the house. She spotted me. Her expression didn't change. No wide eyes. No sharp words. I raised an eyebrow. Her lack of reaction pissed me off. She probably thought she'd get a rise out of me by acting cool. Too bad. I didn't give a damn about her games.
She headed to the fridge. Her heels echoed on the linoleum. She unpacked the bags with a huff.
Her sundress clung to her busty figure. The plug inside her moved with each step. She glanced at me.
Her voice came out snappy. "You planning to stick around for lunch, Jacobs? Don't expect me to serve you like a maid."
Her words had that classic Karen edge—demanding, like I owed her something. I nodded. My hands slid to her ass. She froze for a second. The plug clenched tighter. Her cheeks flushed slightly.
She tugged off her pants. Her actions were slow, annoyed. The plug shone under the kitchen light.
It was slick, her hole already gaping a bit.
I unzipped my pants. My cock sprang free, hard as hell.
She shot me a glare. "Great, now dinner's going to be cold because of this nonsense."
I grabbed her thighs. My arms lifted her up. She steadied herself on the counter.
Her ass felt hot against me. Slick. Inviting.
I pushed in. Her hole gave way easily. She let out a sharp breath.
"That delivery guy was a total idiot!" she complained, starting to chop carrots for a side salad.
I started fucking her steady. Her body jolted with each thrust.
The knife slipped a little.
"He took forever, and the food's probably stale now!" she ranted.
I drove deeper. Her ass squeezed around me. She moaned low. Her hands kept working, measuring out dressing.
A few minutes in, I adjusted her. Bent her over the counter edge. Her dress rode up higher. I rammed in harder.
She griped about the grocery store. "They never stock decent produce—it's all wilted crap!" Her voice wavered.
I held her hips firm. Her ass jiggled with the impacts. She reached for a bowl, mixing the salad. The fork clinked against the glass. I picked up speed. She despised this interruption.
But her body betrayed her, pushing back just a bit.
I switched it up. Hoisted her onto the counter fully. Her legs splayed wide. I pinned her ankles up. My cock plunged back in.
She whined about Kaylee's habits. "That girl leaves her stuff everywhere—lazy as hell!"
Her moans mixed in. I thrust with force. Her ass clutched me tight. She sprinkled cheese on the salad. Some crumbs fell to the floor.
I hammered like it was nothing. Her frame trembled under me.
I yanked out. She dropped to the floor. Her knees smacked the tiles.
"Suck me off," I commanded. She scowled. "You're such an asshole!"
Her mouth took me in. She savored her own taste. Her tongue slopped around. I forced deeper. Her throat fought back. She gagged wetly.
"This is ruining my day!" she grumbled around me.
I gripped her hair.I exploded. A deepthroat load pumped into her. Cum overflowed. It trickled down her chin. Her hands crept up slowly. She smeared it across her face. The sticky mess shone on her skin.
Her gaze seethed with resentment. The kitchen door swung open wider. Kaylee stepped in fully. The moment hung.Karen rolled her eyes. She stood up shakily.
"Dinner's basically ready anyway. Let's just watch TV while it warms." Her tone was irritated, like I was the one delaying things. I trailed after her. Kaylee followed quietly. We settled on the couch.
Karen leaned forward.
Her ass presented itself. The plug winked in the light. I eased it out. Her hole stretched open.
I spat a glob on her asshole. My cock was rigid again.
I massaged the spit in with my tip. It felt snug. Hot. Welcoming.
I eased in gently. There was a tiny give. Then I popped inside.
Her ass engulfed me smoothly. The walls gripped my length.
Squeezed tight as I slid further. It felt incredible. Too good.
My mind control amplified every pulse.
Every clench. I could've been mad at the unnatural edge. But right now, balls-deep in her ass, I didn't care. A twinge of doubt about the power's tricks flickered. But the heat and squeeze erased it. It was worth it.
I glanced up. Karen hadn't looked away from the TV. She didn't make a sound or shift when I entered. It sank in then.
She—and Kaylee too—really didn't mind how I used them. They were my tools. My outlets. Whenever. However. That thought fueled me.
I spent the next 10 minutes easing in and out slowly.
Savoring the nonchalant violation of her entitled body.
Eventually, I ramped up.
Thrusts quickened. Harder. I tested for a reaction.
Pounded balls-deep. Pulled all the way out. Shoved back in fully. I watched her face closely. Eager for any sign from the ass-pounding.
But she barely flinched. The only hint was when the sloppy wet slaps got too loud. She snatched the remote. Cranked the volume. But otherwise, she acted like I wasn't there. I went at it for another 20 minutes.
Savagely burying myself in her ass. Karen finally noticed me. She paused the show.
"You know, I was wondering when you'd quit being weird."
"Weird? What do you mean?" I asked, easing my thrusts."I mean, you took the first 10 minutes like I was fragile glass. Then you finally got into it. Usually, you slam right in because you love pissing me off so much."
"Is that the only way to get a rise out of you?"
"And you're back to weird," she sighed. "No, it's not. You get creative when you're reaming my ass. Sometimes I notice you're back there, enjoying yourself."
"But I've spent the last 20 minutes trying to get your attention. You mean you didn't mind any of that?" I stopped completely. Just rested inside her.
Karen gave me a long, almost pitying stare.
"It's like you're a different person, Jacobs... Did I mind? I barely registered it. It's background static now. Sure, it wasn't always this way, but... Look, remember when you first started this? I told you to back off, but you kept at it. My ass is yours to use however you want—it's there for your fun, and I don't really care what you do. I don't know why you fixated on mine, but you wouldn't stop. So I've gotten used to it. If you're bummed you can't rattle me anymore, too bad. That's on you for not easing up."
Even without moving, her casual rant about being my outlet nearly pushed me over.
I inhaled deeply. Took a moment to steady. Then exhaled.
"Fuck... That was hot. I almost came right there."
"What was?"
"You. Talking like that. Spitting those words. Keep doing it. And I'm not bummed—I like that you ignore me in your ass. Makes it a challenge to grab your focus."
"You spent half an hour wrecking my ass, and my bitching is what almost set you off?"
I nodded sheepishly.
"How about this: If you snag my attention, I'll come up with more to say. Deal?"
"Deal," I said. I suddenly bottomed out in her ass.
Karen gave me a flat, uninterested glance. "Sorry, no. Gotta try harder."
She turned back. Unpaused the show.
I zeroed in on her ass. The challenge was on.
I tried short, rapid thrusts. Just the tip pumping her ring. In minutes, she gaped wide. Held open for seconds after each pull. The view of her stretched asshole was too much.
I thought, 'Screw it, it's early—I can get fancy later.'
I restarted the quick in-outs. Not for attention. Just to cum.
Minutes later, my balls churned. I drove deep. As hard as possible. Slammed home one last time. Spurt after spurt coated her insides. I hugged her tight. Pulled her ass close. Ensured every drop went deep.
I stayed bent over her like that for long moments. Letting my dick soften inside her before straightening up and slipping out of her. I looked up. The TV character monologued dramatically.
"Enjoy the show?" I asked breathlessly.
"Yeah, it's actually decent—you should watch it. You done?" She asked without turning around. I looked back at Karen's red and gaping asshole. Thick rivulets of cum were leaking out obscenely and trailing down her thigh."Yeah, I'm done."
She reached down and pulled up her panties and pants without bothering to clean the cum off herself before turning around to face me. Her eyes dropped to my softening dick. "I thought you were gonna try get my attention today."
Slightly embarrassed I couldn't get her to notice me, I replied, "Yeah, sorry, no luck this time... But next time for sure though, I'll think up something special."
Karen gave me a slightly skeptical look. "Whatever you say, Jacobs. Dinner's ready now—want to eat while we watch, or keep bothering me?"
Despite having just cum, I already felt ready for more. Hearing her offer up her ass for another round right after enduring it so long got me half-hard again.
Kaylee watched from the doorway. Her eyes narrowed. The scene held. Dinner sat waiting. The TV droned on.