I could hear heavy breathing and panting behind that door, my paw trembling as it slowly approached the knob. My nerves were getting the better of me, I knew I wasn’t supposed to be here—how did I even get here in the first place? We were just hanging at the bar, it was only a couple of fermented shots, I didn’t think we’d get so wasted off of just a few. He told me he could hold his drinks but he was practically blackout drunk in a heartbeat—I should’ve stopped after the first drink but I let him pressure me into taking more shots. I always was terrible at resisting peer pressure. I pressed my ear gently against the door to listen in. I was too afraid to crack open the door—what if it creaked and I got caught? I was slowly coming down, sobering up a little. Drinking water between shots helped a lot with watering down the drinks effects so they didn’t hit me nearly as hard as they did him. I could hear him panting, groaning out. I also hear what sounded like smacking or slapping but it was wet. Very wet. A squelching, squishing kind of wet… a sound very familiar to me. My heart was racing, my arousal was spiking. I knew those sounds, not from experience but from videos. I was a bit of a huge closet perv, one of those comically exaggerated social shut-ins that sat in the corner of their small cramped bedroom littered with plushies and toys and nerdy memorabilia. Every day I would take upwards of two hours to sit in the dark late into the evening or early into the night and watch bunches of videos. Pornos from various websites that I had bookmarked in a browser folder for convenience. But it wasn’t all just a bunch of strangers and their set ups, no… I partook in something much more sinful. I was a complete virgin; never once have I had sex with a real ‘mon before. I’ve never even tried putting myself out there—well no, that was a lie. I was out there a lot, but...not like an actual ‘mon looking for dates and flings. I would frequent a roleplaying website, you could create characters or just be yourself or be some super hyped up exaggeration of yourself that sounded a lot more attractive than your real self. For me, I wouldn’t call myself ugly or anything, just...I wasn’t muscular or built like a stud. I was a little on the skinny side—some might say more scrawny than svelte… I wasn’t exactly attractive either. I kinda hit a lot of stereotypes. The nerdy glasses wearing, bucktoothed Ampharos in braces and a freckled face… I’m sure somebody would think I’m cute, the nerdy freckled loser look was a big W for a very specific demographic of love hunters. But I sure never found anyone that thought I was attractive… It never deterred me, though. I liked being cooped up in my little cozy room, lotion on the desk with a box of tissues at the ready. I guess I got sidetracked from what I was talking about earlier. See, back on the porn thing, I frequent those sites but I don’t really look at a lot of videos of strangers. From time to time I do but something catches my eye more often… A lot of my internet friends that I roleplay with are actually pretty active in their I-R-L sex lives and when I get close enough to them, they’ll send me some..things. I’m no stickler for preference often though I do have a lean towards the ladies, I can appreciate a handsome guy and his junk. But there were a few girls that I had gotten close to through lots of roleplays and living my sex life through fantasy scenarios with them. They all preferred RP’ing as themselves which was a big preference for me; it helped me really get into my fantasies of all sorts of ways I would have sex with them I-R-L if I could. But I got something a lot better that I really got my socks off to… they would send me videos of them masturbating… or doing [i][b]it…[/b][/i] A hot Snivy girl who was so bottom heavy. Her ass was so rounded and plump looking and the way her cheeks wobbled and jiggled whenever she walked or twerked… She was a sucker for anal sex, I had maybe three or four vids of her riding this big Zebstrika dildo that gape her open so wide… Oohhh the way she moans! Such sultry sounds a woman could make, such unprofessional camera work, such genuine pleasure on her face, the way her pointy nose would scrunch up every time she’d hit that special spot in her like some sort of quirk—that was one of my favorites about her. She looked so cute with her nose scrunched up and making those cute high pitched squeaks from her adorable, nasally voice. Oh! And she also wore glasses too...Oh Arceus in heaven, my heart always pounds when I get to see her messages or watch her videos… Another one, an Ampharos like myself, but she’s surprisingly smoking hot! I never would have thought a supermodel body like hers would frequent a website for hopeless virgins and socially awkward losers like a roleplaying site. But I guess anyone can enjoy anything regardless of the stereotypes. It was one thing learning she was also an Ampharos, but when she first sent me a pic of her body, I was so shocked to see how absolutely killer she looked. For someone in her 30s, she looked like a ripe, fresh 18-year old goddess straight out of a college sorority! She’s sent me only one video… a vid of her masturbating with anal beads, nugget vibrators, a magic wand, and an Arcanine dildo. It may have only be one, but it always gets a throb in my cock when I look at my media player and see that 25-minute timer, knowing how much material I can watch while daydreaming of her working that long neck of hers down my cock… You’d think she was my favorite—another Ampharos, banging hot supermodel gal. She’s every nerd’s typical first wet dream! But no… hot as she is, I have more of a taste for proper attraction, and [i]this[/i] female hits all my check marks. A big breasted Flaaffy girl, another nerd just like me. She loved being bottomless so she owned almost no pants. According to what she tells me before we start our RPs, she even leaves her house bottomless, showing off her big ass and plump pussy! Ohh...watching the videos of her inviting her two tabletop friends over and their gaming sessions swiftly succumbing to her constant taunting, flaunting, and exposure to those poor dorky guys. They fuck her so good. Always taking turns in her holes, one video she’s sandwiched and bounced into an anal-vaginal double team, the next video she’s spitroasted, throwing her ass into a doggystyle rut to be slammed forward onto cock that throbs in her mouth. She’s sent me only the two videos but I watch them time and again...it gives me hope that a nerdy pervert like myself could find myself losing my virginity to a hot nerd girl like this… So how did I end up in this situation that I’m in now..? Well...it’s my roommate. Of course, I don’t live alone, unfortunate as that is. But he and I are actually quite close, best friends even. He’s super cool and doesn’t question my way of life despite him being a much more active person in society. He goes out places, he has friends in real life that he can see and touch and… hold… I often wonder if he has any friends he brings here and...does [i]things[/i] with. I wear headphones all the time so I can’t hear but...maybe I should set up a hidden camera in his room sometime for more videos. No, that wouldn’t be nice… Especially since he invited me out on the town with him today. He took me to one of his favorite bars he likes to hang out at, said maybe he could help me experience the real thing—he… maybe knew I was a bit of a… well, a lot of a perverted guy. But I guess he knew more than I thought if he was trying to get me hooked up with some drunk one night stand. Yes, I would stoop that low to finally get laid, I didn’t care how I lost my virginity or what girls I had sex with as long as I got to enjoy it and finally feel it. The only other ‘mon sitting at the bar was a Hypno girl. She was...not the most attractive looking, I suppose? To me, at least...but even then, as soon as my roommate started telling me about her, I couldn’t stop the fantasies. I’ll admit, I’m desperate to lose my virginity. I’m not in any rush but if the opportunity to bang a girl came up, I would take it. But this Hypno...something about her was so off but so...hot to me. Her breasts were really big like...actually melons big. But they hung so low, they must have been all natural. She looked quite a bit...older? Like a cougar woman likely in mid 50s that was clearly starting to age but her sex drive was still running like an early 20s bachelor. She was nothing short of pure voluptuousness, but it was a bit more on the fatty side. She had noticeable layers to her thickness, yet...I couldn’t stop eyefucking her, to be not-so-subtle about it. I had ideas, scenarios playing in my head. Maybe she got laid a lot using her psychic powers to hypnotize guys into finding her hotter and wanting to bang her. Or...she just uses them to make them bang her. Maybe she would even use her psychic abilities to enhance the experience. Someone like her must have lots of experience in bed so maybe getting laid with her would actually be amazing. I did have a bit of a problem with judging strangers on appearances. I just… I didn’t think a fat—ermm...[i]chubbier[/i] woman like her would be interested in an underweight nerdy loser of an Ampharos like me. She could probably break my pelvis if we did some sort of cowgirl sex… literally! She looked like she weighed a lot with those curves down her wide hips, her rounded belly, those huge breasts sagging halfway down her gut, and that ass...holy wow that ass of hers, all that booty and thigh meat hanging off the edges of that poor little bar stool that looked like it was really straining to hold her up. Maybe I was more attracted to her than I first let off. But how did we get in this strange back hall of sorts in Arceus knows where? I dunno...my memory starts getting really hazy after our drinks. I must’ve only looked away a few times but I get this sneaking feeling that that Hypno woman might’ve snuck something in our drinks and drugged us. I can’t think of any other reason I’d not only not remember anything after but also passed out and woke up in this strange, rank apartment hallway that looked like nobody even lived here. For all I knew, nobody did, there were cobwebs on ceiling corners, graffiti on some of the walls, a few of the doors were replaced with cheap wood with no handles, the wallpaper was peeling off in the hallway… This place was not being kept up with. The moans kept going on and on, that squelching noise so distinct to me over all other sounds. My roommate, he wasn’t alone in that room or apartment or whatever this was. He was having sex with someone and it didn’t sound like he was in control. I dunno...just going off of the porn videos I’ve watched, the way he was moaning did not sound like a guy in charge. But I couldn’t hear the other voice—maybe they were just keeping silent? Or what if he was just fucking a toy or something? No, it didn’t make sense for him to just use a fleshlight or a breeding mount or anything like that. I don’t think he would drug me and take me to some dank building just to masturbate—for all that, we’d just go back home. I had to get a look. I had to open the door. I was scared, I’d like to say again. I dunno why—well, maybe I did know why. Unknown location, presumably abandoned, one wrong move and we both could probably end up never seen again, kidnapped, taken to some second location, or even dead. But if bad things were in store, why would he be having sex? Probably to get buttered up? Or maybe it was against his will and he was forced to experience pleasure? I’d only find out once I finally placed my paw on the door, so slowly, so carefully turning the knob. Thank Arceus it didn’t make a sound, even as I slowly cracked open the door just enough that it would go unnoticed but I could take a peek inside. My suspicions were proven right. But my cock sprung to life regardless. That Hypno woman was behind this but… speaking of [i]behind[/i], hers was...holy shit… Fat, yellow, cellulite ridden ass cheeks jiggled sloppily as that huge, busty Hypno bounced herself on my roommate. Even from behind, her tits were so big that I could see them rising and dropping like half filled water balloons. Since she was facing away from the door, she was blissfully unaware that she now had an audience of one watching her, the bit of fat on her back also flopping as she rode like a sex deprived animal in heat. Those slaps and plaps sounded so loud, she was really going at it on my roommate. The poor Gabite was only maybe half her height or something—back at the bar, him standing looked like his face would only reach up to her chest and tits. And now here he was crushed under all that weight, probably in both heaven and hell. I...I wanted to be in his place. My roommate was completely laid out, moaning and taking it. I could see his cock being assaulted by the woman’s massive ass constantly slamming onto his crotch and thighs time and time again, seemingly only getting faster the longer she fucked him. I only saw but so much of the Gabite’s dick with how much fat butt covered up the action. I didn’t care to look at his cock anyway, it was the woman’s body that absolutely enamored me. My glasses were fogging up from how hot my face got, red plastered over my freckled cheeks. I had to brush my messy head fur aside as I began to sweat and it would mat down over my eyes, blocking my vision of the spectacle before me. I dunno why I was so captivated by this vixen layered in what looked like collective baby fat from various unprotected one night stands—she was far from my ideal body type and I knew nothing about her to grow a mental attraction to and yet… I wanted her more than anything. Maybe it was my desperation to get laid. A woman right in front of me just as desperate for sex as I was. Kidnapped by a Hypno… their species were quite known for sinister acts of using their psychic and hypnotic powers for selfish gain. I should have been disgusted in this but...somehow the thought of being kidnapped by a Hypno woman with the intent of raping me made me hornier? Arceus...I’m so fucking disgusting… I got pulled out of my thoughts when I heard my roommate groan particularly loudly and that Hypno let out one hell of a moan. Her body shook, her voice boomed of a mature woman who still frequented the corners and back alleys in the dark of night, hiding her promiscuous actions from the law and letting these poor, desperate men bury all the evidence into her womb or into a condom that she’d drink up soon after. I was likely judging her by appearance again but she struck me as a grade A whore. Precum spilled heavily from my vein-kissed erection. I bit my lip and had to hold back a moan. That last thought...holy shit… what was wrong with me? To think something like that of someone was so fucking rude yet… it just kept turning me on further and further. The pulses in my cock were violent, aching to walk in there, grab her from behind, and just slam her anally like some confident Adonis that can take what he wants with no repercussions. Truth be told, I felt like if I [i]did[/i] do that, she would just moan it up for me and let me fuck her ass. Maybe she’d pull up off of my roommate and reposition me into her vagina—she kinda struck me as the type who only take orgasms vaginally. I’m sorry, I can’t stop falling back into judging people...it feels less like a problem and more like a fetish considering my dick throbs every time I do it. But there was still a part of me deep in there, through the waves and webs of desperation that she might turn around, see me, and have me next, telling me to just turn tail and run. Find an exit, escape, go home or find a phone booth and call the cops or something. I’m sure my roommate would be fine, she wasn’t trying to kill him or anything seeing as seed dribbled heavily from her pussy taking a heavy climax inside her from the dragon. But who knows, maybe she’s one of those hit and run kinda women but even so, what was I supposed to do? I didn’t know the first thing about battling and it wouldn’t do either of us any good to both get killed. I slowly opened the door further until I could slip inside. Despite my thoughts and better judgment, desperation won over common sense, though I don’t think I even realized it at the time that it wasn’t me moving forward. I was still lost in my thoughts between fear and arousal that I hadn’t noticed my own body being lured in by an aroma that had filled my nostrils, going completely undetected by me. It was like a Salazzle using her body as bait to lure in a victim to fuck her wanton cunt only this Salazzle was a big deadbeat MILF to who knows how many children and was instead a Hypno that was likely to hypnotize me into submitting. Well, she wouldn’t need any hypnotism to get me to succumb to her needs, I pride myself in being a simp for women I want to fuck. And right now, she was number one of a… admittedly long list. Maybe I was a bit of a creep too. “Mmmh, good boy~” She finally said something other than moans. At first, I thought she was talking to my roommate as she slowly lifted off of him. My eyes immediately turned south to watch as that cum slimed cock popped out of that fat cunt. Her pussy lips were so flappy and brown pubic fur was messy and all over her cunt and crotch, unshaven and unkempt..and my dick throbbed viciously at the sight. It was so disgustingly hot seeing that hairy pussy ooze with nut from my roommate… there as no way she didn’t [i]reek[/i] down there of musk, especially being up close like this now and being able to see the trails of sweat racing down her body glistening oh so faintly under the buzzing fluorescent bulb lights above that poorly lit the abandoned, empty apartment room in the typical yellow-white light. I wanted to sniff her so badly… I’m a disgusting hypocrite. “I guess I won’t need my hypnosis to convince you~” She spoke again. I almost didn’t hear her, so engrossed in her vagina, her body...her sweat drenched body… Only when that ass backed up right into my scrawny front did I realize she wasn’t talking to my roommate. How did she know I was behind her? I snuck in so quietly and the light didn’t cast my shadow in her direction so there were no indicators. I guess thinking with my dick made me forget she’s a psychic-type who can just sense my presence with ease. And read my mind. “Mmmhh, and I thought I was a fucking [b]freak~[/b] Yet here you are, eyeballing me like I’m the most unattractively breedable whore you’ve ever met. You’ve got a lot of [i]disgusting[/i] thoughts about me in that [i]atrocious[/i] mind of yours~ I guess being a [i]completely hopeless virgin[/i] can make a nerd like you so sex depraved that even the slightest hope for a crumb of pussy can turn you into a [i]freak show[/i] like me~” I was at a loss for words. She threw insult after insult at me, breaking down all of my judgmental thoughts and sexual desires I’d developed for her in the past...who knows how long it’s been since we were taken from that bar. I didn’t care. I didn’t know if it were morning, afternoon, or the middle of night. There were no windows in this rundown heap, like a pedophile’s white van supposedly full of candy. All that mattered to me was this ugly goddess that had my dick trapped between those massive mountains she call ass cheeks. “For such a [i]foul mouthed [b]creep[/b][/i], you’re packing quite a present for me down there~” Her sultry, mature voice was like a knife through butter for me. It felt like a mother praising her child except the child was being bounced on by her with awful, arousing ‘compliments’ to celebrate his 18th birthday. I don’t think I’d ever recover and feel ‘normal’ again… “What’s that I feel, throbbing like an untouched delicacy...12...maybe 13 inches~? Mmnnh...I can feel you pressed against every crevice of my ass crack, maybe there’s 15 inches of [b]loser[/b] back there~” I bit my lip, taking her constant insults with horny stride. I feel like she was trying to upset me or maybe she was instilling some new closet fetish into me that I never knew I had. I never once thought myself to be into degrading and humiliation but the more she insulted me, the more she defiled my pride and dignity with both her monstrosity of an ass and mouth, the harder my dick felt and the more it ached for her to grind that massive derriere onto my body. It was almost terrifying, even being taller than my roommate, her ass was still so huge that it felt like my whole torso was gonna slip between those sweat greasy cheeks. It felt like heaven… No amount of masturbation, no toy in the world could compare to the real thing. And I hadn’t even penetrated her body yet. No...this was merely the work of a professional, real contact with a real woman. This was sex! Well, foreplay technically but sex is sex and any stimulation to my dick would not go unappreciated. It was mind boggling how simple hotdogging against some fatty Hypno’s giant ass could feel better than the softest, silkiest silicon money could buy yet here I was a trembling wreck of moans as her insults continued to fly. I’d never indulged in dirty talk before so I didn’t have a benchmark to compare to but this felt like something far beyond the norm of the fetish. It was truly degrading, it was horrible, it should’ve made my blood boil! It did. Just not in the way it should have. My dick pulsed, flexed, and spilled precum, further greasing up her sweat drenched ass. The smaller she made me feel, the bigger my dick felt and the more it messed that canyon between her cheeks. All the while, she’d keep grinding on me, her head turned back to gaze into my eyes. Her stare was hypnotic, literally—her eyes swirled a pattern of colors and she held up her coin by the string, letting it swing in a fluent pendulum motion. It wasn’t necessary in the slightest, I was hooked on her the moment I opened the door. Strangely enough, I didn’t feel any different despite meeting her gaze. I knew her effect had worked as that nagging voice in the back of my head constantly telling me to run away had dissipated, leaving nothing but the large web of lust with me tangled and trapped in its center with no desire to escape. But I thought something more would happen, like I’d experience some out of body feeling as if watching myself succumb and submit or something. No… I didn’t even feel hornier or more aroused. Maybe I really was already perfectly submitting to her, I mean..I didn’t wanna leave, she kept grinding, my hips were bucking, I was moaning out for her, begging her to do more, to use me, to [b]abuse[/b] me… I don’t think she ever needed hypnotism to make me her whore. I did it all to myself. I did, however, start to feel this strange tingle in my core. An odd, indescribable sensation that slowly welled up and expanded within my gut, trailing southbound into my loins then to my balls. A weird tingle that soon burst into a sudden explosion of pleasure. I couldn’t stop myself, before I knew it, I was howling and crying out, my obnoxiously high pitched, nerdy, squeaky voice cracking constantly as I moaned and cried. I never had insecurities about my looks—I’m a typical and stereotypical geek through and through—but I always did feel insecure about my voice. 26-years old and I still squeak and voice crack like a fucking 13-year old just beginning puberty. At least the 13-year old’s voice would get deeper, mines didn’t. Oddly enough, her gaze brightened and that deliciously sinister smile of hers cracked further into a sexual depravity as if my voice was the nail that broke the Camerupt’s back. She didn’t say anything—she didn’t have to. I knew she could read my mind but no matter how much I tried, I could not stop my thoughts from racing a mile a minute. She knew about my insecurity about my voice now, she knew I was very into this, she knew I was starting to develop a kink for this.. kidnapping? Dirty talk? Humiliation? What even was this complete amalgamation of atrocities being committed upon my body and psyche? I don’t think she’d care, I know I didn’t. I just wanted it to keep happening. I don’t know if she manipulated me into this or if I manipulated myself, she never did anything to me, I did it all up to this point. I merely gave myself to her to let her take charge and she didn’t have to raise a finger or even acknowledge my presence to do so. Never in my life could I have imagined something like this ever playing out. No amount of scenarios I thought up while laying in bed jerking off, no amount of roleplays, no amount of porn on the internet, none of it could ever take my mind to this route. I guess I know now what that guy from my favorite cartoon meant when he said “Life has many doors, Ted boy.” She pulled forward and it felt like my entire body was freed from her ass. My cock was drenched in a layer of pre and running trails of her sweat. My belly fur was matted down all the same. My body reeked of her, that potent, pungent aroma of old Hypno ass. Needless to say, I couldn’t stop breathing deep, stealing as much of her scent out of the air as possible. I’m… very ashamed of this moment, I have to say. Sure, you’d think I would be plenty ashamed of any and everything I’ve done leading up to this point from the bar onwards, luring myself towards her, falling for her in this disgusting sexual way, letting her degrade me as she pleased and getting turned on by it… None of it compares to what happened in this moment, huffing that smell, that vile scent of a cougar that wanted—[b]needed[/b] to get fucked. No...not just fucked. She needed to be carrying. I didn’t know how I could describe smells I’d never smelt before, it was like instinct told me exactly what this was. Primal desires and feral instinct to succumb to lust and breed controlled my brain—how ironic, intellectual as I am, tapping into my primal instincts is what gives me the necessary education to understand this moment. This moment… the moment I smelt myself into the ultimate embarrassment. I whiffed and huffed and throbbed all the more until I couldn’t take it. She’d since removed herself from my body, but her scent refused to leave, as if it were etched into my own fur already. It was exotic and intoxicating and it...it [i]felt[/i] good to smell it. So good… my hips bucked, my dick flexed, ribbons of cum shot from my newly touched dick. Foolish fucking virgin… the sexiest, grossest bitch you’ve ever met right in front of you, still bent over and all and you bust a nut all over the floor. All the while, she watched too, not moving, merely smirking, chuckling at [i]me.[/i] She laughed as I nutted myself from just a bit of grinding and huffing the smell of sex. It was torture to feel this good so close to losing my virginity. I never did have a good refractory period—though I could edge myself a lot and last long sessions, hence my two to three hour jerk off sessions daily, once I blew that load all over myself and my computer screen, it was clean up and back to the real world. I almost wanted to cry. But I didn’t. Because I couldn’t stop throbbing. My mind was too busy in a fog of aromas and lust. Even as my climax passed—seventeen ropes of cum shot across the floor, an insane new record of potency far surpassing my usual eight or nine shots—my cock didn’t go flaccid. My mind couldn’t stop thinking of sex. I didn’t feel tired in the slightest. In fact, I think I got hornier. My cock ached but not in that overstimulated way. No, it ached in a way that begged to enter a snug, warm hole. Now this was a familiar feeling, like those occasional days where I’m excessively horny and forego my usual edging solely to experience orgasmic relief and unload this stressful desperation all over myself or into one of my PokéSoft brand fleshlight plushies. “You know what to do, [i][b]boy~[/b][/i]” My heart skipped a beat at that word. Boy. [i]Boy.[/i] I don’t know why but hearing her say that word, hearing her call me something so normal in such a degrading way, so much emphasis put into that word...Yeah, I knew exactly what to do. I don’t know how or why but I didn’t care. I stopped caring about anything that prevented me from giving in. She wanted it, she invited me, she reached those dainty little slightly wrinkled hands of hers back and they almost disappeared into all that ass meat to spread those cheeks. I stood behind her, cock aimed at her mountainous backside, watching the slight steam emit from that musky, steamy butt of hers. Fuck...last I checked, Hypno weren’t fire-types. Was it...oh fuck, oh Arceus in the heavens, I don’t think that was steam. Mmhfuck...that was musk. I smelt it immediately and I almost felt like cumming again. Unlike the reeking stink of sweat and sex, this was a pungent combination of sweat and arousal. The blend of that grossly arousing stink and that deliciously alluring sweetness was an explosion of smells that was the perfect concoction to bait in any male to breed her without a second thought. Salazzle girls would be so fucking jealous of this Hypno. My tip kissed her fat pussy. I had to dig a little into her sweaty pubic fur to make contact and that only made it feel more amazing. I moaned out loud. This felt even better than the hotdogging and I don’t know why. It felt like I was fucking my toys but they were alive and convulsing ten times over on my dick. Why was the pleasure getting more intense by the second? Maybe… her hypnotic powers… did she hypnotize my body into becoming more sensitive? Was she enhancing the experience for me? Oh Arceus… I’m falling in love with a disgusting fucking stranger… My virginity showed quickly. I’m sure any experienced man would slowly delve into her, let that feeling sink in, let it explode through his cock with each inch that slowly entered her fire. But I couldn’t wait, I wouldn’t wait. I needed it, needed her. I needed to have sex! I was finally losing my virginity! I [b]SLAMMED[/b] every single inch inside of her, 15 inches of geek cock entering a gross whore whose had sex with Arceus knows how many other men and possible women before me. I couldn’t begin to describe the feeling. My mind shattered in an instant. I was silent, mouth agape, pupils dilated as that first experience overcame me in a way that no virgin should ever feel. Enhanced by her Hypnosis, the pleasure attacked every single nerve in my body. I wish it were an exaggeration. Every possible way one could feel pleasure was simulated to its maximum in that singular thrust. I couldn’t moan, I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t howl, scream, roar, cry, beg… not a sound escaped me as my vision went white, my hearing cut out. My senses numbed of everything that wasn’t pleasure. My cock was on fire. Rope after rope after endless rope of cum erupted so viciously into that sopping wet cavern of pure real flesh. There were no simulations, nothing fake, no substitutions. This was pure, raw, true unprotected sex. And I was cumming harder than I ever had in my first thrust. I think this was what she wanted. My first time, my first thrust, the most mind numbing perfect sensation I will ever feel. Most men would cling to this feeling, forever driven mad by the need to experience it again. Wrapped around her finger as sex slaves for the rest of their lives, constantly dangling the possibility just out of reach to ensure she could have dozens if not hundreds of men between her legs to fuck her at a moment’s notice. She had perfected her craft and I was but another victim to that perfection. But I held out on the addiction. Because I was too mind blown to become addicted. I couldn’t think, I could only live in the moment. Nothing else mattered as I came inside her. She rippled and convulsed, her walls expertly gripped my every inch like a fighting-type’s mastery of sexual muscle control. She hugged and loosened her grip to constantly keep me at a maximized state of cloud nine, cumming my balls into a shriveled state that would beg for mercy were I not still so fucking horny thanks to her Hypnosis. For as long as she’d keep me under her spell, I don’t think my body would ever grow tired of sex and pleasure… or her. I get the feeling even after she lets me go, I would still want her. She knew this, of course. As did all of these other feelings as all she did was constantly giggle, smirk, licking her lips, or wink at me. I could physically see her conjure hearts around her with those winks through her psychic power. One would think she was using Attract, but no. She didn’t need to. She would never have to use such a move. You’d think someone like her would have to rely on it to attract younger men like myself—I don’t have to sugarcoat it. Most young males like myself are attracted by appearance first and personalities second. And as fuckably hot as she is, she definitely isn’t as physically appealing to the average young male’s eye as I act like she is. Even I’m still repulsed a little by her, but for some reason that repulsion only makes her more sexy to me. I’m a fucking freak. And I love it. I didn’t realize she was moaning now, gasping and shaking. The slight layers of her chub were flopping, her saggy tits were bouncing, her ass was fucking gelatin. When did I start thrusting? Was I so lost in pleasure that I couldn’t even tell I was moving? And I was going at her so swiftly too, fucking like an animal, pistoning my hips as if this was just another night of banging babes and chicks. I was fucking her like a Chad! I mean… I guess good sex is merely hitting the right spots and knowing how to get your partner going, right? Even a virgin can fuck like a king if he tries his best. But Arceus, her moans, that voice of hers… I fucking loved it. It only made her seem all the more like the whorish slut that I kept seeing playing out all those promiscuous fantasies and scenarios in my head as I railed her perfect vagina. Her walls clamped, her cunt gushed so loudly, the smacks against her ass were the loudest! I wish I brought a camera… I don’t want to just live in the moment, I want to capture this forever. I want this memory permanently saved in physical form, to rewatch me railing this whore time and time again. If I could have only one source to masturbate to, it would be a video of this. But… I didn’t think ahead, rushed out of the house with my roommate to attempt to mingle in real life with a real female and not behind a computer screen where I can play out the scenarios of our meetings in my head then play them out safely onto a message board. She slammed her ass back against me and something in me told me to stop thrusting. I did, I let her hilt me in her cunt and watched as she began a violent tremble. Her entire body shook so hard and I suddenly felt a very warm fluid gushing heavily upon my crotch. She wasn’t..?! No… no it wasn’t that. I looked down. It wasn’t a golden stream. It was clear. Holy fuck… I made a woman cum. Like… like I-R-L sex cum. Not some roleplay or some lewd talking in a chat and typing out “I’m cumming!!” to each other where I’d have no idea if my partner actually came for real or not. No, this was a woman with her ass pressed against me, her pussy swallowing my dick whole, squirting all over my bottom half. I came. Cum pumped inside her heavily as that realization seemed to amplify my own pleasure. This time, I was able to moan—no, I [b]screamed.[/b] My ugly, crackly, squeaky voice screamed in all sorts of pitches and tones as I bucked against her while nutting in her again. She kept cumming too, the both of us gushing our messes of pure lust driven bliss. She milked me, I impregnated her. Unprotected… holy shit…I’m having unprotected sex and nutting in a woman’s pussy. [i]Twice.[/i] I’m gonna be a father. And I’m probably never gonna meet this child. I might never even meet this woman again—Arceus knows if she just gets the egg aborted or not. I should feel awful about this. I should offer to take the egg and raise it but I don’t the first thing about parenthood. I’m not qualified to be a dad, my bedroom is the only space that belongs to me and it’s cramped mess riddled with nerd shit and sex toys. She gripped my dick hard and I moaned sharply. I suddenly stopped caring. It wasn’t my responsibility. She did this to me. This is her fault. She made me addicted, she drugged me, she kidnapped me, she forced me to submit… r-right? This is her fault, right? I… I didn’t ask for this. I didn’t ask for this. She just smelled good, my body did it, not me! She gripped me again. The concerns melted away every time she squeezed me, like some other magic word to control my mind and body. I loved it. I stopped caring again. I ground my hips into hers, fucked her once more. She screamed and loved it. I loved it. We fucked and fucked, I came inside her yet again. My body refused to stop. She squirted but this time I fucked her as she came. I overstimulated her and she’d scream at me to stop. But her hips would keep bouncing. Fucking whore… I was pinned against the wall. She faced me now. Our tongues danced and wrestled in a vile french kiss so thick with saliva you’d think she was constantly spitting in my mouth. I drank it all and fed her back. It was disgusting. I fucking loved it. I fucking loved [b]her.[/b] I was balls deep in her cunt while she was cumming yet again, crying into the kiss figuratively and literally. She’d constantly break the kiss, crying at me that it hurt, that she needed to stop, that her pussy was getting too sensitive. I wasn’t fucking doing anything. I was pinned by [b]her[/b] weight. She kept grinding against me, moaning, saying how it hurts so good. I think she was starting to get into some sort of non-con fetish or masochism. If she really was getting overstimulated and the sex began to sting, she sure seemed to love it even more. I think she wanted me to act like I was raping her. I couldn’t stop myself from throbbing heavily inside her from thinking that. I’d grab her by the cheeks, tell her to shut the fuck up, the french kiss her all over again. She was so into it, maybe too into it. She’d moan each time I did it. She’d break the kiss, call me Master or Daddy, squirt on me until I cum inside her, I’d tell her some raunchy shit like “I said shut the fuck up, whore.” or “Bitches don’t get a say in getting raped.” then we were frenching again. I fell in love that night. I think she did too. We would never commit to a relationship—she was a whore through and through. She lived to be a bitch, to have sex with men, lots and lots of men. She lived to be impregnated, it was another fetish of hers. I didn’t know shit about this woman. She was a raunchy, disgusting, vile wench and we would never work out in a relationship. But that was fine. That’s not what we wanted. She wanted me to get addicted to her, to come back time and again for more sex. She made that clear the way we fucked. I agreed. We never actually spoke of these desires, we [i]acted[/i] on them. She’d insult me or degrade herself, I’d moan, grab some of her fat and kiss her, we’d drink each other’s saliva for all of about 10 rough, steamy seconds, rinse and repeat. All the while, she fucked herself on my dick the entire time. We were both so fucking sore. I don’t know how much time passed, I couldn’t care less. Hours? Days? How long were we controlled by musk and hypnotism? How long did we fuck? Who knows. By the time we’d finally finished fucking, her belly was swollen like she was a human female 9 months in—Pokemon pregnancy doesn’t even last nearly that long. Cum spilled seemingly endlessly from her abused, reddened vagina. My cock was beyond sore to the point that it wouldn’t even go flaccid despite finally satisfying our sex drives. That would probably be a problem to see a Nurse Audino or Indeedee about later. Even though we were done fucking, our tongues were still dancing, swirling each other, feeding on spit and drool like the fucking animals we’d become. I’d long since forgotten I wasn’t here alone with her. I dunno what the fuck happened to my roommate, I never bothered to look but he was long gone when I managed a look over that dank apartment room. She ruined me. I don’t think I’ll ever recover. I might never be that freaky perverted bedroom lurker ever again. I’ve gotten my first taste of real sex and it broke me. It pulled so many kinks and fetishes out of me that I never would have discovered on my own. I haven’t been home in three days. I left my phone at home and I don’t remember my roommate’s number by heart. I hope he isn’t worried about me. I’m totally fine. He’s not on my mind for long, though. My cock twitched with glee plunging into my new Mistress’s ass, pummeling that cellulite ass again and again in vicious anal doggystyle. Beneath her, some nobody Slaking moaned and grunted as m’lady bounced her massive ass between me and his dick, clamped around that fat ugly bastard’s gross and freshly divorced cock. He whined about how he was caught cheating and his wife divorced him on the spot. Neither of us gave a shit about his life story, only the 7,500 Poké he dropped in my Mistress’s hands before we took him to a cheap nearby motel that should’ve gone out of business months ago. All they’re good for is housing one night stands like us. He nutted hard in her and didn’t last too long before he was out like a light with his dick still in Hypno’s pussy. He hadn’t even finished cumming before he passed out, lazy fuck. I didn’t care, though. Neither did she, I was full of stamina by now, fucking her brains out and moaning all sorts of vulgarities in my geeky ass voice. Her mascara ran down her cheeks as she teared up from how good she trained me to fuck her. My fishnet thigh highs slowly ran down my toned, muscular legs—my bottom half had began seeing some surprisingly incredible improvements with how much sex I’ve been having since I gave my life to my Mistress and became her partner in crime. Well, it was just prostitution but it was illegal in this town so the term works. While I was still a scrawny string bean in my upper half, all the sex we have together, lots and lots of mating presses and doggystyle, it turns out excessive amounts of sex [b]can[/b] be a workout session. I never would have thought losing my virginity would be the best disaster to ever happen to me. I don’t think I’ll be on the internet again any time soon. I’ve found the best fantasy right here in real life.