Perfect Ass
“Fuck!” Jason muttered in bed as he struggled to stop the onslaught of sexy images from flooding his brain. They were all of Marcia and from the favorite part of her anatomy. While his closest friends only cared about boobs – the bigger, the better! – his preferences had always been the same since the days of the first erection. He was an ass man through and through and hers was just…
“Perfect, right?” she purred inside his mind, repeating the same argument he had long come to accept as a universal truth.
“Yes,” he replied, pearls of sweat on his forehead and the back of his restless hands. Resisting the temptation of jacking off while daydreaming of her ass was becoming an increasingly daunting task by the second.
“Good boy,” the imaginary voice continued, pushing him deeper and deeper into what could only be described as a form of “lucid insanity”. He knew his thoughts were being played, his perceptions altered to fit a twisted narrative of seduction and control, but there was nothing he could do to stop it for just like the never-ending collection of curves from her Nubian ass, her schemes were…
“Perfect,” Jason sighed, incredulous at how she could exert so much power over his ideas despite having been nowhere near him for real.
He only knew Marcia from the Internet, and it was unlikely that would ever change. A recommended profile on social media opened the floodgates to a collection of sensual pictures where all her assets were put to good use. She had an athletic build, not too skinny but not too muscled either, long, flowing black hair, and gorgeous almond-shaped eyes that never shied away from the camera. Besides the pics, there were also a handful of short videos, most of which were dance-related, where her sensual booty got the spotlight to the sound of past and present Pop hits. His favorite was the one where she wore nothing but a gray sports bra and matching pants with the words “I have you”, inscribed on her butt cheeks.
“You certainly do,” he thought, every frame of the video playing inside his subconscious. He remembered commenting on that, receiving an emoji-filled response in return, and then things escalated beyond his wildest dreams. Each message that followed planted seed after seed of wondrous lust, and they were now blooming at the same time.
“What have you done to me, Marcia?” he asked.
“What you wanted me to do,” the horniest side of him replied.
“I never asked for any of this,” he clenched his fists to avoid stroking.
“So you say, and yet here you are, wanting nothing more than my perfect ass on your face as you cum for me.”
“Fuck, it’s true!” Tears ran down his cheeks as the inevitability of her brainwashing ways encroached on him. The night was long as opposed to his free will, now but a mirage already fading from view. Jason picked up his smartphone and played the video in a loop, soaking in each sensual movement as his last remaining thoughts were ground into fine dust.
Her ass was perfect, and so was the rest of her. Perfect Goddesses had to be obeyed perfectly, no questions asked. He lowered his boxers and began to stroke. He would not stop until all traces of his undesired freedom were erased for good.
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