I opened up the door, stomach churning. My guts dropped as Serah saw me and smiled, widely and broadly.

`` Hey handsome ! I missed you, '' she said, moving across the elbow room with a cute-almost trip. She wrapped her arm around me, but I stood rigid. She must own felt that, sensed something was untimely, because her smile began to fade. Her sassing still stayed stretched up, but her eyes started to replete with worries.

`` We need to talk, Serah. ``

Breakups are smutty. I did n't want to suffer Serah, but then I also did n't require to be with her anymore. She was gorgeous, do n't get me incorrectly : around 5'6 with a voluptuous body that was pillowy and soft around the breast and arse, but still some kind of taut around her waistline. Long, smoothen legs, and a pussy she shaved regularly that seemed eternally to be dripping. Maybe not literally always dripping, but the lady friend had an appetence. It used to be that if I woke in the night with the itch, I could numerate on being able to heat her with two fingers between her legs and get a salutary reply.

You can probably narrate, I have some regrets. Or rather, some misgivings. But personally ? The little girl was terrible. Constantly trying to ingratiate herself with anyone, desperately grasping for any variety of running laugh she could establish. I never minded her flirting with early hombre ; I 'm not the jealous eccentric. But there 's something deeply irritating about watching soul trying to spend a penny you jealous. Not lusting after mortal else, but rather just pretending to, for a reaction. No, I was well shot of Serah, but I knew there were going to be some things that I missed. Particularly, I thought as I caught a glimpse of her chest heave through sobs, some of life 's not-so-little sumptuousness.

I 'll dispense with you the aroused item. I was cold, while she tried to worm some kind of affection from me, some kind of apology perhaps. I should really have walked out after delivering the separation, but perhaps my cheek failed me. At any rate, it left me stood here like a gimpiness while she cried. The emotions were n't hitting me yet- perhaps they never would- so I was stood instead wondering if her housemates were getting back soon, and if it would be awkward trying to go forth once they were. If they 'd part a scene too. This was where things got a niggling strange.

You see, I 'd been daydreaming a lot. I always have been a daydreamer, forever drifting in and out of fantasyland. But this detachment I 'd been feeling recently was in part from that unknown persona of me suddenly doubling down. My daydreaming were out of deal : just there, stood wondering about Serah 's housemates, I suddenly began to imagine them, vividly. I imagined the little of the two, porky little Samantha. I guess Serah had told me some time before that Sam was into BDSM, because I was imagining her all strapped up, her blench little boob knotted and her plump arse up and on display ... I imagined her upstairs from this very room, and I imagined that when I was done here ...

Serah was looking at me with some mingled expression of disgust and muddiness. There was brief panic- had I popped a bungle while breaking up with soul ? No, no- I was stood just as stoic and stolid as before.

`` What ? '' I said.

`` You- did you ... ? '' Serah scrunched her tear-blotched grimace in confusion, her gloominess apparently briefly set aside. `` Nothing. Weird. ``

Had she just picked up on my little air castle ? No way. I thought about it again, about petty Samantha spreading her arse-cheeks and looking over her should at me with those big, blue middle ... Proportioned like a cycle, chubby baby, but with none of the naturalness ...

Serah was watching me with that Saame weird expression. I met her gaze, and she glanced down at the ground.

`` What ? '' I said again, letting a small irritation into my voice.

`` I ... I do n't sleep together. I thought you ... I thought you said something. ``

`` Yeah ? I did n't say anything. '' She looked back up at me, and when she met my eye again I raised one supercilium and let my resource loose again. I pictured Samantha, groaning while I furiously finger-banged her with three digits. Serah audibly gasped.

Was Serah reading my mind ? Was I projecting my thinking ? This was insane.

`` I need a potable. '' I grumbled, and walked out from the room purposefully. Once I was out on the hallway with the door closed I paused and exhaled, walking slowly to the bathroom.

What was going on ? I thought I should be a small uneasy, if Serah was developing psychic tycoon ... there were definitely things from the final duad of calendar week I did n't require her to know about ! But I felt weirdly confident.

I leaned over the little sinkhole in her bathroom and cupped my hired man under the tap, slugging a little water supply at a meter between my lips. I wanted to try out with this. I had to experiment with it.

I walked back into the room. Serah had composed herself back into her mask of sorrowfulness. I wondered how much of it was true now, seeing how quickly much of it had fallen away. She watched me warily.

How was this going to shape ? I had a opinion, a kind of working possibility based on instinct. A yoke of times since my oneirism had gotten out of hand, I had noticed other people gazing glassily at wherever my attending was focused. I 'd find it to be a unusual happenstance, but now those little recollections were exciting and a fiddling scary. I was broadcasting thoughts !

`` Look, I 'm going to go, '' I said, while looking into Serah 's heart. At the Saame sentence as I spoke, I imagined fiercely that she did n't want me to go. I imagined the inside of her judgement, and something wild happened- I felt it.

Something snapped and I was briefly there, in her mind. I felt her relief at my leaving, because whatever she had just seen or heard or ... or experienced, about Sam ... it had shaken her, and she needed to think about it ... she wanted me to go, I could find that ...

But then I felt the early thoughts, the one I had imagined. They had a different grain, but they were simple- halt, halt, you want him to stay. I licked my lips.

`` What is it ? '' I said aloud.

She was still wrestling, so I doubled down. You want me to stay, I broadcast. You want me to stay, and you will do anything to make certainly I do.

`` check, please, '' she blurted out. I raised an eyebrow again.

`` No, I really do n't mean I should. '' Again, I broadcast more and more desire for me to stay. I started building a scenario in her mind, some ideas to try and keep me here.

`` Please ... please stay. I 'll, '' she hesitated, and licked her sass lightly, `` I 'll do anything to hold on you here. ``

`` You'll- really ? Serah, I do n't bed what to say, '' I said, feigning surprisal and confusion. `` We 're breaking up, Serah. I do n't want this to be mussy. ``

`` No strings, '' she said in an almost whisper. I felt a stirring of guilty conscience, seeing how conflicted she looked. `` None, I promise. '' I felt the the true of that, built up of my broadcast whimsey that were lining her mind.

`` Maybe I could stay just a minuscule while, then. '' I said, letting the ghost of a grin pertain my lips. I continued to broadcast, letting the edifice warmth of my lust seep into her. There was still some doubt in my mind that this was me affecting her. I was going to demand to push her to do something way out of role to really be sure.

Serah stood, still looking unsealed. She was wearing a denim annulus that buttoned up the side, only coming down to mid-thigh, and a sparkle gabardine shirt in blue and bolshy. She 'd done her makeup before I arrived, so her eyeliner had run and was now fleshy dark pocket billiards over a powdered brass and juicy red lips.

She began to fumble at her clitoris on her shirt. I closed the distance between us and swiftly started unbuttoning her denim skirt, too, getting it off in half the time it took her to manage the shirt. Her tits were hanging out visibly, barely held in billet by a lacy little bra that I could see matched the panty she had on. I tugged the pantie down quite violently, and bent her over her bed.

Serah gasped, but carried on unbuttoning the shirt. I spread her hindquarters nerve and found her puss sass, two thick argument that pursed almost like a eelpout. I leaned in close and inhaled, then darted a tongue over them. Already moist.

She 'd managed to get out of the shirt, and I took it from her, tossing it aside. I made curtly work of her bra fastener, and had those mild build release and bouncing in present moment. Quietly, I unzipped my fly and fished out my dick, stroking it softly and wondering at how quickly it had stiffened.

I ran a digit along her slit, and she shuddered. I could still feel how conflicted she was. I slipped the finger in, all the way to the knuckle, and began to pump it in and out. Serah groaned a little, and I popped in another. Carefully I spread the moisture from her sopping cakehole all over her crotch, then spanked it gently, getting a pant. I lined myself up behind her and plunged my dick inside.

Warm, wet and luscious. Serah panted like a dog in heat, while I reached around and fondled the top of her mons and her clit, still driving away at her with abandon. With my digit still moist with her juice, I spread her impudence to look down at her piffling brown rosebud.

Serah had never wanted any kind of butt-play. It had been a firm line that she 'd never wanted to baffle, and earnestly, I had never been matter to. But a affair denied is often a thing elevated, and over time that lilliputian hole, so close and yet so far, had become a grail for me. Usually when we fucked I 'd let a finger drift close to it, just graze the modification in texture and copse against the puckered petty kettle of fish. She 'd always wriggled away artfully.

This fourth dimension I brushed one finger over it, and watched in enthrallment as it almost breathed in response, puckering and shifting slightly. Serah gasped. I repeated, and she moved. I could feel, from the foreign little corridor into her brain, that she was terrified of giving that part of herself over.

`` Do you want this ? '' I asked, as my finger pressed a little more firmly against that little knot of hers, and my imagination broadcast what it was she should reply.

`` Yes, '' she managed. I felt her judgment doing incredible acrobatics around me to excuse that footling response.

I poked my finger into her shitter slowly, feeling the little ring contract tightly about it while I still fucked her forcefully in the pussy. Serah 's mind was exploding in pleasure- this was doing it for her ! The tabu she had built up for herself, the exit of control- even if she did n't realise it was me taking the controller away- all of that was really turning her on. And I had to say, she was n't the only one.

I ploughed her, hard. Her snatch gripped my dick and my finger reamed her footling arsehole, blowing away much of the immunity in her mind that I 'd felt before. Just when I thought it was too often, that I was about to turn a loss control and nut, I realised I had n't bothered to get a condom on. I was conflicted. I wanted, deeply, to bodge my load and sate her up. I wanted to leave her oozing my cum. But she was n't on the pill, and I did n't require the ramification of a child.

I pulled out, and Serah responded to my programme idea without me saying a word. She had never wanted to suck putz, our entire relationship. But now, without any prompting, she rolled off the bed and onto her knees and lunged, wrapping her lip around my cock. She choked on it like a pro, swallowing the whole length and working the ray of light, bobbing her oral sex along it. Another approximation occurred to me.

Again prompted by a soundless programme, Serah reached down and started rubbing herself frantically, building up velocity on her twat as she started to wax onto the glob of her feet. Once she had headway from the story she went for her bum as well, slipping a finger in and frantically frigging herself.

It was too much for me, watching her go nut case like that. I felt my coming construction and pulled her headland off my dick, then watched rope after rope splattering out all over her face and those enceinte soft bosom of hers.

I zipped up, and pulled away all of my suppose programme, feeling them like tentacles that moved back towards me. The computer architecture in my nous was different now though- the changes I had made were there to stay, it seemed.

`` I 'm going. '' I said. `` But I 'll see you again soon. ``

Serah looked up at me, mix-up there on her face alongside the kick of arousal.

I definitely had some more experiments to turn out .