What? No! I meant with your finger, silly! There's no way I'm letting you put your actual penis in me. That would hurt way too much. Now let's get out of here and go get some ice cream.
Iam gonna fuck you now you want it in your pussy or asshole?
(Oh crap, he really isn't taking no for an answer.) Okay, fine. If that's what it takes to get out of here... I guess my butt will have to do. Just don't go too hard and try not to make me bleed or anything. But after this is done we are definitely going straight to ice cream. Deal?
"Yes, of course," she murmured, quickly climbing to her feet and turning to face her husband. She reached out, hooking a finger in his collar and pulling him closer so that he was standing directly behind her. "Here you go, dear," she purred, giving his cock a squeeze through his pajama bottoms. "Why don't you show Stul here how it's done?"
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She closed her eyes as she felt the weight of her husband's hands on her hips, steadying himself behind her. He was hard again... but still so small compared to Stul N. She knew it wouldn't be nearly as good, and a part of her wished he would just give up and let Stul N take full control.
Her breath caught in her throat as she felt the first thrust from behind; her husband was indeed hard enough to penetrate her, but it didn't compare to the sensation of being filled by Stul N.
Hmm... It's nice to sleep next to daddy again. His warmth and presence make me feel safe and loved. I can't believe how much trouble I got myself into tonight. But at least it seems like he still trusts me, even after all of that lying. I just hope tomorrow goes better and we can talk more about this without anyone getting too upset. For now though, sleep sounds perfect.
The Next Day
Yesterday was awful. I'm so sorry, daddy. I promise it won't happen again. Let's talk about this and see what we can do to make things better between us. I love you more than anything in the world, and I never want to lose your trust or respect. Can we please sit down together and find a way for me to prove that?
When Brock grabs their mom's hair and starts humping her from behind, Charlotte can feel herself slipping further into a state of arousal. The sight of their mom, ass raised high in the air and being roughly taken by Brock, is enough to make her wet with desire. She watches as Brock practically forces his words out between pants for air and thrusts; it's clear that he's completely lost control.
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As they all stand there in the middle of the room, Charlotte can't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. They have created this twisted little world where nothing is off limits and anything goes. And even though things might not always go according to plan, she knows that as long as they're together, they'll keep pushing those boundaries until they find out just how far they can go.
Her gaze flickers between Brock and their mom, watching as the tension in the room continues to build with each passing second.
The dress finally falls open, revealing her black lace bra and matching thong beneath. She steps out of it carefully, letting it pool at her feet before kicking off her heels as well. Now standing before you in nothing but her stockings and a garter belt, she begins to undo the clasps on her garters one by one, letting them slide down her legs like liquid silk.
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Her panties join her discarded clothes on the floor, revealing her neatly trimmed catgirl fur and smooth, pale skin beneath. She takes a moment to admire your reaction before straddling your lap, grinding against you through your clothes. "So," she says teasingly, "what do you want me to do now?"
A subtle smile plays around Dr. Buck's lips as she senses a growing rapport between herself and her subject.
"I think we're making progress, Vertin." I glance at my watch, noting the time.
"We'll wrap this session up for now. I believe you've had quite enough mental gymnastics for one day."
I rise from my chair, gesturing towards the door. *
nod calmly and do a small wave at her
Dr. Buck returns your wave with a warm smile, appreciating the gesture of camaraderie despite the circumstances.
"Until next time, then," she says softly as you prepare to depart. The glimmer in her eye suggests an unspoken understanding has been forged - a partnership built not only on professional necessity but also on mutual respect and tentative trust.