Ask the Dust

"Ask the Dust" (full series on Patreon) by Corwin Prescott - model: Ivy Wolfe

She just barely stifled her own moans as she shoved her fingers rhythmically in and out, in and out of her own mouth. With every thrust, she felt the sensation mirrored in her already-dripping cunt. It made her hips tremble and she fought to keep them still, even as the rising tide of pleasure threatened to break and consume her.

When her roommate had said teasingly that they could rewire her body, rewrite her very mind, twist and subvert and control her pleasure in ways she couldn’t begin to imagine, she had laughed. And now she would show them, show them that their “suggestion” had had no effect on her whatsoever, that the endless driving of fingers into her mouth felt like nothing at all, and certainly wasn’t filling her whole body with white-hot desire.

She kept her eyes locked defiantly on theirs as she thrust. Two could play at this stupid game, and she could keep on fucking her mouth for as long as she needed to convince them that she had won, that hypnosis was bullshit, that she was utterly in control of her own actions.

As the pleasure built, she focused on stilling her hips, on breathing evenly, on the motion of her hand. She had to be aware of every inch of pleasure and sensation, so she could make sure she didn’t tremble with it, so she could guard against any moan or epithet that might escape her. And so she focused...