Diana Leshore (author)

"Are you doing this?" She asked when she unsuccessfully tried to stop.
"Yeah, sorry."
"You don’t have to make me do anything, I’ll do it if you tell me to." Melissa was actually aroused at the idea of Jordan giving her dirty commands.
"You like the idea of being my sex slave?" Jordan arched his eyebrow.
Melissa only nodded sheepishly, watching her hand swirl around her crotch. Her cheeks were bright red.
"Hmmm." Jordan seemed to be pondering that.
"Do you do these things to your mom?" she wondered.
"Only when jacking off isn’t enough. You know once I had an erection for a whole hour?"
Melissa crossed her legs, trapping her hand in between them. "Could you stop it?" she asked a little bit crossly. She felt control of her hand return. She immediately took off her pants and lace thong. She spread the lips of her wet sex again, spreading her legs so Jordan could get a good look. 
Melissa knew that Jordan took over again when she felt a little numb.
"I’m only doing this because it turns me on," he lied. Jordan liked the control, the feeling of having power over his victims.
Melissa’s whole body began doing things on it’s own accord- of Jordan’s accord. Her hands moved slowly, alluringly, and she stripped off her shirt and bra. She cupped her breasts and squeezed her nipples. Ever nerve ending in Melissa’s body feel like a live wire- if Jordan would have let her, she would have had an orgasm right there because of what he was doing to her body. He began to roam her body through her hands, they glided over her stomach, and she knew where they were going. She’d just shaved her pussy in the hopes she’d go all the way to Jordan, she hadn’t been sure if he was okay with hairy pussies or not so she’d shaved just to be sure. The silky lips were wet, she laid on the floor on her back, arching it so he had a better view of her wet hole.
NO! she thought. It wasn’t supposed to happen this way. She was supposed to do all of this willingly. Not by force.
Jordan suddenly produced a dildo double the size of what her pussy could handle.
"It’s my mom’s," he told her while handing it to her. "She didn’t even notice when I went in her room to take it. Let’s see what you can take."
She wanted to fight, to throw the dildo against the wall and run. Run anywhere, as long as she was away from Jordan. She thought she loved him, but she was wrong, as the big pink dildo touched the outside of her hole, she began crying. It would rip her apart, and she would be the one to do it, she wished she’d never met Jordan.
"Don’t fight me, you can’t. I can change your thoughts." 
Melissa felt an odd sensation in the pit of her stomach.
She didn’t think it was possible to get any wetter, but she did. She body got all the more hotter, it craved Jordan much more. And Melissa was afraid.
What’s he going to do to me? she thought.
PART TWO? Only if you want it . . . .
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