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

`` Hey handsome ! I missed you, '' she said, moving across the way with a cute-almost stumble. She wrapped her arms around me, but I stood stiff. She must have felt that, sensed something was ill-timed, because her grinning began to fade. Her brim still stayed stretched up, but her eyes started to satisfy with worries.

`` We need to talk, Serah. ``

dissolution are nasty. I did n't want to hurt Serah, but then I also did n't require to be with her anymore. She was gorgeous, do n't get me faulty : around 5'6 with a voluptuous organic structure that was pillowy and soft around the knocker and bottom, but still some variety of taut around her waistline. Long, smooth legs, and a purulent she shaved regularly that seemed eternally to be dripping. Maybe not literally always dripping, but the girl had an appetite. It used to be that if I woke in the night with the urge, I could calculate on being able to wake her with two fingers between her stage and get a good reply.

You can probably tell, I have some rue. Or rather, some distrust. But personally ? The little girl was dread. Constantly trying to ingratiate herself with anyone, desperately grasping for any kind of running joke she could establish. I never minded her flirting with other bozo ; I 'm not the jealous type. But there 's something deeply irritating about watching someone trying to pee you jealous. Not lusting after someone 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 thorax heave through sobs, some of life 's not-so-little luxuries.

I 'll spare you the emotional detail. I was cold, while she tried to worm some kind of affection from me, some kind of excuse perhaps. I should really have walked out after delivering the breakup, but perhaps my nerve 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 leave once they were. If they 'd start a fit too. This was where things got a minuscule 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 strange part of me suddenly doubling down. My oneirism were out of handwriting : just there, stood wondering about Serah 's housemates, I suddenly began to guess 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 picket trivial boob knotted and her plump arse up and on exhibit ... 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 verbal expression of disgust and confusion. There was brief panic- had I popped a fuckup while breaking up with mortal ? No, no- I was stood just as unemotional person and stolid as before.

`` What ? '' I said.

`` You- did you ... ? '' Serah scrunched her tear-blotched side in confusion, her sadness apparently briefly set aside. `` goose egg. Weird. ``

Had she just picked up on my small daydream ? No way. I thought about it again, about minuscule Samantha spreading her arse-cheeks and looking over her should at me with those big, wild blue yonder center ... Proportioned like a round, chubby baby, but with none of the sinlessness ...

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

`` What ? '' I said again, letting a little excitation 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 eye again I raised one eyebrow and let my vision 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 thoughts ? This was insane.

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

What was going on ? I thought I should be a minuscule nervous, if Serah was developing psychical powerfulness ... there were definitely things from the last couple of workweek I did n't want her to cognise about ! But I felt weirdly positive.

I leaned over the little swallow hole in her lavatory and cupped my hands under the tap, slugging a little H2O at a meter between my sass. I wanted to try out with this. I had to experiment with it.

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

How was this going to mould ? I had a feeling, a kind of working hypothesis based on inherent aptitude. A mates of times since my castle in the air had gotten out of helping hand, I had noticed other people gazing glassily at wherever my tending was focused. I 'd regain it to be a unusual co-occurrence, but now those little recollection were exciting and a slight scary. I was broadcasting thoughts !

`` Look, I 'm going to go, '' I said, while looking into Serah 's eyes. At the same time as I spoke, I imagined fiercely that she did n't want me to go. I imagined the inside of her head, and something mad happened- I felt it.

Something snapped and I was briefly there, in her mind. I felt her ministration 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 experience that ...

But then I felt the former persuasion, the one I had imagined. They had a different texture, but they were simple- stay, stay, 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 put, I broadcast. You want me to stay, and you will do anything to work certain I do.

`` Stay, please, '' she blurted out. I raised an supercilium again.

`` No, I really do n't call back I should. '' Again, I broadcast more and more desire for me to stay. I started building a scenario in her psyche, some ideas to try and save 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 know what to say, '' I said, feigning surprisal and confusion. `` We 're breaking up, Serah. I do n't want this to be messy. ``

`` No chain, '' she said in an almost whispering. I felt a stirring of guilt trip, seeing how infringe she looked. `` None, I promise. '' I felt the Truth of that, built up of my broadcast feeling that were lining her mind.

`` Maybe I could stay just a little spell, then. '' I said, letting the specter of a smile soupcon my lips. I continued to propagate, letting the building heat of my starve seep into her. There was still some doubt in my mind that this was me affecting her. I was going to involve to push her to do something way out of type to really be sure.

Serah stood, still looking changeable. She was wearing a denim skirt that buttoned up the side, only coming down to mid-thigh, and a promiscuous white shirt in blues and reds. She 'd done her physical composition before I arrived, so her eyeliner had run and was now heavy dark pools over a powdered face and juicy red sass.

She began to muck up at her clit on her shirt. I closed the space between us and swiftly started unbuttoning her dungaree dame, too, getting it off in half the metre it took her to manage the shirt. Her knocker were hanging out visibly, barely held in place by a lacy little bra that I could see matched the step-in she had on. I tugged the scanty down quite violently, and bent her over her bed.

Serah gasped, but carried on unbuttoning the shirt. I spread her arse cheeks and found her snatch lip, two midst lines that pursed almost like a wry face. I leaned in finale and inhale, 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 bit. Quietly, I unzipped my fly and fished out my tool, stroking it softly and wondering at how quickly it had stiffened.

I ran a finger along her slit, and she shuddered. I could still feel how conflicted she was. I slipped the finger in, all the way to the metacarpophalangeal joint, 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 trap all over her genital organ, 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 energy, while I reached around and fondled the top of her mons and her clitoris, still driving away at her with abandon. With my fingerbreadth still moist with her juices, I spread her brass to await down at her little brown rosebud.

Serah had never wanted any variety of butt-play. It had been a firm occupation that she 'd never wanted to cover, and earnestly, I had never been interested. But a thing denied is often a affair elevated, and over metre that piddling hole, so conclude and yet so far, had become a grail for me. Usually when we fucked I 'd let a finger movement close to it, just graze the variety in texture and thicket against the crumple little hole. She 'd always wriggled away artfully.

This time I brushed one finger over it, and watched in fascination as it almost breathed in response, puckering and shifting slightly. Serah gasped. I repeated, and she moved. I could experience, from the unknown footling corridor into her mind, that she was terrified of giving that part of herself over.

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

`` Yes, '' she managed. I felt her mind doing unbelievable acrobatics around me to justify that trivial answer.

I poked my finger's breadth into her shitter slowly, feeling the piddling ring contract tightly about it while I still fucked her forcefully in the cunt. Serah 's mind was exploding in pleasure- this was doing it for her ! The tabu she had built up for herself, the personnel casualty of control- even if she did n't make it was me taking the ascendancy 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 slit gripped my dick and my finger's breadth reamed her fiddling bunghole, blowing away much of the resistance in her creative thinker that I 'd felt before. Just when I thought it was too a good deal, that I was about to mislay ascendency and nut, I realised I had n't bothered to get a condom 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 tortuousness of a baby.

I pulled out, and Serah responded to my program idea without me saying a Word. She had never wanted to lactate dick, our entire relationship. But now, without any prompting, she rolled off the bed and onto her knees and lunged, wrapping her sass around my peter. She choked on it like a pro, swallowing the solid length and working the cock, bobbing her head along it. Another idea occurred to me.

Again prompted by a silent program, Serah reached down and started rubbing herself frantically, building up focal ratio on her pussy as she started to go up onto the nut of her feet. Once she had headroom from the floor she went for her arse 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 edifice and pulled her headspring off my hawkshaw, then watched rope after rope splatter out all over her face and those large soft mamilla 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 judgement was dissimilar now though- the modification I had made were there to outride, it seemed.

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

Serah looked up at me, disarray there on her face alongside the hot flash of arousal.

I definitely had some more experiment to play out .