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

`` Hey handsome ! I missed you, '' she said, moving across the room with a cute-almost stumble. She wrapped her arms around me, but I stood rigid. She must induce felt that, sensed something was wrong, because her smile began to fade. Her brim still stayed stretched up, but her eyes started to fulfil with worries.

`` We need to talk, Serah. ``

Breakups are nasty. I did n't want to hurt Serah, but then I also did n't want to be with her anymore. She was gorgeous, do n't get me wrongfulness : around 5'6 with a busty physical structure that was pillowy and soft around the tits and fanny, but still some kind of taut around her waistline. Long, bland legs, and a twat she shaved regularly that seemed eternally to be dripping. Maybe not literally always dripping, but the lady friend had an appetite. It used to be that if I woke in the night with the itch, I could count on being able to wake her with two digit between her legs and get a good reception.

You can probably enjoin, I have some regrets. Or rather, some suspicion. But personally ? The fille was terrible. Constantly trying to ingratiate herself with anyone, desperately grasping for any variety of running joke she could establish. I never minded her flirting with other guys ; I 'm not the jealous case. But there 's something deeply irritating about watching mortal trying to clear you jealous. Not lusting after person 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 thing that I missed. Particularly, I thought as I caught a glimpse of her chest heaving through asshole, some of liveliness 's not-so-little luxuries.

I 'll dispense with you the emotional details. I was cold, while she tried to twist some kind of affectionateness from me, some sort of apology perhaps. I should really have walked out after delivering the separation, but perhaps my mettle failed me. At any rate, it left me stood here like a gimp 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 impart once they were. If they 'd get going a panorama too. This was where things got a niggling strange.

You see, I 'd been daydreaming a lot. I always have been a woolgatherer, forever drifting in and out of fantasyland. But this detachment I 'd been feeling recently was in function from that strange part of me suddenly doubling down. My castle in the air were out of paw : just there, stood wondering about Serah 's housemates, I suddenly began to suppose them, vividly. I imagined the smaller 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 blanch little knocker knotted and her plump rear end up and on display ... I imagined her upstairs from this very way, and I imagined that when I was done here ...

Serah was looking at me with some commix expression of disgust and confusion. There was legal brief panic- had I popped a blooper while breaking up with mortal ? No, no- I was stood just as stoic and impassive as before.

`` What ? '' I said.

`` You- did you ... ? '' Serah scrunched her tear-blotched face in disarray, her sorrow apparently briefly set aside. `` null. Weird. ``

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

Serah was watching me with that same eldritch grammatical construction. I met her gaze, and she glanced down at the ground.

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

`` I ... I do n't know. 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 eyes again I raised one eyebrow and let my imaging loose again. I pictured Samantha, groaning while I furiously finger-banged her with three figure. Serah audibly gasped.

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

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

What was going on ? I thought I should be a little neural, if Serah was developing psychic powers ... there were definitely affair from the finis twain of week I did n't desire her to know about ! But I felt weirdly sure-footed.

I leaned over the little swallow hole in her bathroom and cupped my hands under the tap, slugging a niggling pee at a time between my lips. I wanted to experiment with this. I had to experiment with it.

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

How was this going to work ? I had a spirit, a kind of working possibility based on instinct. A twain of times since my oneirism had gotten out of hand, I had noticed other masses gazing glassily at wherever my care was focused. I 'd found it to be a foreign coincidence, but now those trivial recollection were exciting and a little shuddery. I was broadcasting thinking !

`` Look, I 'm going to go, '' I said, while looking into Serah 's eyes. At the Saame meter as I spoke, I imagined fiercely that she did n't want me to go. I imagined the interior of her judgement, and something crazy 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 finger that ...

But then I felt the early thoughts, the one I had imagined. They had a different texture, but they were simple- stay, stop, you want him to appease. 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 abide, and you will do anything to make indisputable I do.

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

`` No, I really do n't cerebrate I should. '' Again, I broadcast more and Thomas More desire for me to delay. I started building a scenario in her mind, some musical theme to try and keep me here.

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

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

`` No bowed stringed instrument, '' she said in an almost rustle. I felt a stirring of guilt, seeing how infringe she looked. `` None, I promise. '' I felt the truth of that, built up of my programme impression that were lining her mind.

`` Maybe I could rest just a short while, then. '' I said, letting the trace of a smiling touch my lips. I continued to broadcast, letting the building heat of my lust seep into her. There was still some incertitude in my mind that this was me affecting her. I was going to need to push her to do something way out of character to really be sure.

Serah stood, still looking incertain. She was wearing a denim doll that buttoned up the side of meat, only coming down to mid-thigh, and a wakeful flannel shirt in blues and redness. She 'd done her war paint before I arrived, so her eyeliner had run and was now with child dark pool over a powdered face and juicy red sassing.

She began to fumble at her release on her shirt. I closed the distance between us and swiftly started unbuttoning her denim dame, too, getting it off in half the time it took her to deal the shirt. Her tits were hanging out visibly, barely held in berth by a lacy little bra that I could see matched the panties 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 posterior cheeks and found her pussy lips, two thick lines that pursed almost like a hornpout. I leaned in stopping point and inhaled, then darted a clapper over them. Already moist.

She 'd managed to get out of the shirt, and I took it from her, tossing it aside. I made short work of her bra fastener, and had those soft shapes free and bouncing in moments. Quietly, I unzipped my fly and fished out my cock, stroking it softly and wondering at how quickly it had stiffened.

I ran a finger along her puss, and she shuddered. I could still feel how infringe she was. I slipped the finger's breadth 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 golf hole all over her crotch, then spanked it gently, getting a gasp. I lined myself up behind her and plunged my dick inside.

Warm, wet and delicious. Serah panted like a dog in heat, while I reached around and fondled the top of her mons pubis and her clit, still driving away at her with wildness. With my fingers still moist with her succus, I spread her cheeks to attend down at her short brown rosebud.

Serah had never wanted any sort of butt-play. It had been a solid line that she 'd never wanted to interbreed, and earnestly, I had never been interest. But a thing denied is often a thing elevated, and over time that little 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 rake the alteration in texture and brush against the puckered piddling fix. She 'd always wriggled away artfully.

This sentence I brushed one finger over it, and watched in enthrallment as it almost breathed in answer, puckering and shifting slightly. Serah gasped. I repeated, and she moved. I could feel, from the strange little corridor into her nous, 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 burl of hers, and my vision broadcast what it was she should suffice.

`` Yes, '' she managed. I felt her mind doing incredible acrobatics around me to free that piffling answer.

I poked my digit into her voider slowly, feeling the niggling ring declaration 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 loss of control- even if she did n't actualise it was me taking the ascendency away- all of that was really turning her on. And I had to say, she was n't the lone one.

I ploughed her, hard. Her pussy gripped my pecker and my fingerbreadth reamed her niggling arsehole, blowing away much of the electrical resistance in her mind that I 'd felt before. Just when I thought it was too much, that I was about to lose control and nut, I realised I had n't bothered to get a safe on. I was conflicted. I wanted, deeply, to blow my load and fill 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 complication of a baby.

I pulled out, and Serah responded to my program estimate without me saying a word. She had never wanted to suck dick, our stallion kinship. But now, without any prompt, she rolled off the bed and onto her knees and lunged, wrapping her backtalk around my cock. She choked on it like a pro, swallowing the whole length and working the shaft, bobbing her head along it. Another idea occurred to me.

Again prompted by a silent broadcast, Serah reached down and started rubbing herself frantically, building up speed on her slit as she started to rise onto the ballock of her metrical foot. Once she had headroom from the floor she went for her rear as well, slipping a finger in and frantically frigging herself.

It was too much for me, watching her go nuts like that. I felt my orgasm building and pulled her head off my prick, then watched forget me drug after Mexican valium splatter out all over her face and those great sonant nipple of hers.

I zipped up, and pulled away all of my imagined broadcasts, feeling them like tentacles that moved back towards me. The architecture in my mind was dissimilar now though- the modification 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 aspect alongside the flush of arousal.

I definitely had some more experimentation to ferment out .