Pixie Isobella

Darren pushed down hard on my wrists, smiling. ‘I like having you underneath me. In your place.’ He winked. ‘But we will move to the lounge now so that you can give me my blowjob. You’d better make it a good one, to make up for the other blokes missing out.’ Abigail meets the insufferable, arrogant Darren when she is forced to act as bridesmaid for her cousin’s wedding. Darren wants Abigail to be a compliant bimbo fuckdoll and he’ll stop at nothing to achieve his goal.

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The Bimbo Wedding: Chapter 5

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[Femsub maledom bimbo erotica with hypno / mind control, non-consent and breeding]

‘B-but,’ I said, ‘I don’t want to give you a blowjob.’

Darren didn’t stop moving, manhandling me easily off the bed in the stupid six-inch heels.

‘Since when did that make a difference?’ he asked, chuckling as he made me follow him across the room. ‘You silly girl. You don’t think Courtney wants that clumsy doofus Brad’s hands all over her all the time, do you? Hell, I know he’s going to let Chester fuck her tonight, and she thinks the man is gross. But it’s her job to obey Brad. So she’ll smile sweetly and spread her legs or bend forward or get down on her knees or all three. Whatever Chester wants. And you, my pair of tits, you will do the same. Right now, you owe me a blowjob.’

He sat down in a deep armchair, pushing me roughly down onto my knees in front of him.

‘Undo my belt and trousers. Get my cock out, darling.’

I flushed, feeling exposed and embarrassed in my state of half-undress. I didn’t want to give him a blowjob. I didn’t like him groping me and calling me his ‘pair of tits’. I didn’t like anything he said about me or what it was my ‘job’ to do.

And yet… I knew that part of me did. The same part that had been enjoying him groping me during dinner and during the bimbo game, the same part that hadn’t pushed him away when we had been lying on the bed together.

‘Do it, slut,’ Darren said, a hint of steel in his voice. ‘I said it was time to teach you a lesson in good behaviour.’

My hands trembling, not knowing what I was doing, I undid Darren’s belt buckle, loosening his trousers. My heart was pounding so fast I could hear it in my ears. I could not believe I was doing this. I didn’t even like him and I was going to suck his cock? What the actual fuck?

‘Such a good girl,’ murmured Darren, his eyes on my breasts, the fingers of a single hand lazily strumming across my exposed, sensitive nipple. ‘See how much easier it is when you just relax and obey? I’ll teach you to obey, darling, and then things will be a lot better. You’ll see.’

I flushed, wanting to bite my lip. It was easier though, he was right. It was so easy to just kneel here and let him give me orders. Now that I could see the beginnings of his erection through his trousers, I wanted to feel him inside my mouth. I wanted to taste him, I wanted to hear his masculine groans of desire as I pleased him.

‘Good girl,’ Darren said again, apparently registering my acceptance. ‘You’re a good pair of tits. Get my cock out.’

Moving like an automaton, I pulled his trousers loose and open. He wasn’t wearing any kind of underpants, and he grunted in pleasure as his shaft sprang forward, glistening with wetness at the tip. He spread his legs further as he leaned back in the armchair, sighing with satisfied anticipation.

‘Lick the tip,’ Darren commanded me and I did, leaning forward and running my tongue across his shaft.

‘Fuck,’ he groaned, his eyes closing. ‘I’ve wanted you all evening, tits. I wanted to fuck you on the dinner table. Lick me a bit more and then take me in your mouth.’

I did as he ordered me, running my tongue back and forth across the tip, teasing at first, then with strong strokes, then licking all the way around the head. He tasted rich and strong, masculine and like sex.

Darren reached out and flicked a switch on his phone and music flicked on, odd music that sounded rather like alternative world dance. It seemed like odd music for him to like but I’m not good at music. It was probably the latest social media craze. With another press of a button on his phone, the lights dimmed, and Darren’s hands landed back on my hair.

‘Yes,’ he groaned. ‘Yes. Take me inside you, tits. Now.’

Flushing but still obeying him, I opened my mouth and took his whole head inside my mouth. I moaned in pleasure to feel his hardness filling my mouth and his slippery tip running across the roof of my mouth. Darren pushed down with his hands on my head, forcing me to take all of him into my mouth, and I moaned again to feel my whole mouth full of his hardness.

‘Do your job, slut,’ he moaned. ‘I’m going to spill my load right down your sweet little throat.’

I blushed at the imagery, my mouth working hard on his cock, suckling and licking. Darren used his hands and hips to fuck himself into my mouth and to fuck my head down onto him. Soon it was less like a blowjob and more like he was just face-fucking me. I choked a couple of times, struggling to keep pace with him, but he didn’t slow down.

‘Harder,’ he ground out once, his voice harsh and demanding. He sped up, definitely face-fucking me now, forcing me to take all of him, harder and harder, deeper and faster. I kept licking him, kept trying to suck on his shaft, but before I could properly catch my breath he was cumming full in my mouth, spurting his hot, salty cum right across my tongue.

‘Swallow it,’ he said, his voice rough. ‘Do it.’

I swallowed convulsively anyway, desperate to get the strong taste out of my mouth. I can’t believe I did that, I thought as I felt the hot liquid sliding down my throat. I coughed once, moaning and feeling sticky.

‘Good tits,’ Darren said, still holding onto my head. His shaft was slowly relaxing in my mouth and I wanted to move my head but that would involve pushing his hands away, and for some reason I didn’t want to do that. When he spoke next, his voice had an odd cadence that I didn’t understand.

‘You’re going to do just as I tell you, aren’t you, tits?’

I wanted to say ‘my name isn’t tits,’ but instead I choked, swallowing the last of Darren’s ‘load’. It slid, warm and slippery, down my throat like an invader.

‘Yeah,’ he said. ‘Eat it all. Like a good little girl taking her vitamins. Are you going to do what I tell you?’

He pulled my head up off his shaft so that I was looking at him. My make-up had run and I felt gross, but I also felt wanton and sexy and wanted. Wanted, for the first time in a long time, even if it was just by this asshole of a man.

‘I…’ I said, pausing. I felt like I didn’t understand the question he was asking, and he smiled down at me, stroking my face. ‘Never mind,’ he said. ‘You’ll get better at it. Let’s just get you up on the bed, for now.’

I let Darren help me stand, feeling ridiculous with my dress bunched around my waist and my breasts hanging free of my bra. He helped me across to the bed, laying me down next to him, and all the time there was a voice in my head telling me that something was odd, but I couldn’t seem to focus enough to listen.

‘You’re such a slut,’ Darren said as he lay next to me.

He pushed me casually onto my back and propped himself up on his elbow beside me, his free hand moving inevitably to play with both my breasts.

‘I’m glad Courts invited me now,’ Darren said, his hand caressing my breast as if he owned it. ‘Brad was my best mate at college but I haven’t seen him in a long time. I figured it was just a ruse, inviting me here. He wants an ‘in’ with my business. But you’re worth it.’

He chuckled, holding one of my breasts firmly in his hand. ‘Or at least, you’re going to be. You’re gorgeous. I don’t give a damn about Brad but you’re going to be mine, darling.’

I didn’t like his possessive words but I also oddly did like them. I wondered if we were going to have sex and I figured he probably did want to have sex with me next. I wasn’t against the idea. I didn’t like him but having sex with him was still nicer than hanging out alone in my room, wondering what in the hell I was doing, and feeling guilty for having spoiled Courtney’s evening.

‘You’re a dream,’ said Darren apparently sensing my compliance.

He shifted his body weight so that he was more over the top of me. He lowered his head down, and I moaned in bliss as he started to suck on my nipples, first one, then the other, then pulling both my breasts together with strong hands and sucking on them both at once.

The music was still tinkling in the background. It seemed to get inside my head, a shifting, sliding scale of notes running up and down in a labyrinth — almost as though the melody was running inside my head as well as in the room. It wasn’t unpleasant and I vaguely thought again that it was odd for such a conventional bloke to listen to such weird, folky music, but then I dismissed it again.

‘Ah,’ Darren said, finally releasing me. ‘You taste good, tits. I want to drink your milk, but that’s for the future. Once you’re breeding.’

I blushed, wanting to roll away from him in sudden embarrassment. I didn’t know what he was doing, talking about me as if I was a cow or a horse.

‘No, darling,’ Darren said, stopping me with both his hands on my shoulders. ‘Your place is underneath me.’

It was odd. Suddenly I didn’t want to roll away anymore. Suddenly I wanted to be underneath him, moaning and groaning. I wanted to obey him. I wanted to let him direct me. It was strange but I let it happen because it also felt just so good. I had this sudden feeling that it was something to do with the strange music but that made no sense.

‘You’re going to spread those delicious legs of yours, tits,’ Darren said, his voice still slow and steady in the way he had only been speaking since bringing me into his room. ‘I’ve got another load here to dump inside you, only this time I want it in the right place.’

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