Chapter 3: I Control The Hot Next Door Neighbour (3)
Rachel's smile grew wider, and she slowly stood up, her yoga pants sliding down her legs to reveal the pink, lacy panties he'd been eyeing all evening. She stepped out of them, revealing a perfectly shaved pussy that was already glistening with anticipation. "You're so tiny," she said, her voice mocking. "You'll never be able to fill me up like a real man can."
He watched, his mouth dry, as she began to play with herself, her fingers dancing over her clit in slow, deliberate circles. "Look at me," she ordered, her eyes boring into his. "Look at how wet I get for someone who isn't you."
Steve couldn't tear his gaze away. His own hand hovered over his crotch, but he knew better than to touch himself without permission. Rachel's fingers moved lower, sliding along her slit before pushing inside herself. She was tight, so tight that he knew he could never fit in there, no matter how much he wanted to.
"What do you want?" she asked, her voice a siren's call. "Do you want to watch?"
He nodded, unable to speak. Rachel leaned back, her legs spread wide, and began to fuck herself with her fingers. The wet sounds of her pussy filled the room, and Steve felt his own body betraying him, his tiny cock growing even harder. "I want you to watch," she said, her voice a purr. "Watch as I get off on the thought of another man's cock."
His eyes were glued to her, his mind racing with thoughts of her with someone else. Someone stronger, someone more virile. He felt a strange mix of anger and arousal, the power of the Cuckold System a potent cocktail that had him on the edge of his seat. Rachel's breathing grew louder, her movements more erratic. "Oh, God," she moaned, her eyes squeezed shut. "Imagine it's his cock, Steve. Imagine how much bigger he is than you."
He could almost feel the presence of this other man, the one Rachel was thinking of, the one who could give her what he never could. The room was spinning, his heart racing as he watched her body convulse with pleasure. He was so close to the edge, so close to coming, but he knew he couldn't. Not yet.
As Rachel's orgasm crashed over her, she opened her eyes and looked at him, her expression one of pure power. "You like watching, don't you?" she asked, her voice a whisper. "You like knowing you'll never be enough for me."
He nodded, his voice a choked whisper. "Yes," he said, his hand finally moving to stroke his own shrunken member. "I love it."
The tension in the room was palpable, the air heavy with the scent of her arousal. Rachel stood up, walking over to him and straddling his lap. "Good boy," she murmured, her pussy just inches from his face. "Now, it's time for your reward."
Her words sent him over the edge, and he came in a rush, his tiny penis spurting pathetically onto her thigh. Rachel laughed, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "That's all you've got?" she said, leaning down to kiss him. "It's so... cute."
He felt the sting of her words, but he couldn't help but smile. Then, he decided it's time to actually fuck this bitch, now that his fetish had been somewhat satisfied.
*
The moment Steve's pathetic release ended, Rachel's expression shifted again, this time to one of submission. "Thank you, sir," she murmured, her eyes still glazed with the system's control. The words sent a fresh wave of excitement through him, and he knew he had to push the boundaries even further.
With a flick of his wrist, Steve ordered Rachel onto all fours on the couch. She complied without question, her plump ass sticking up in the air like an invitation. He took a moment to admire the view, his small penis already beginning to harden again at the thought of what was to come.
"Now," he said, his voice firm. "You're going to be a good girl and let me fuck you, aren't you?" Rachel nodded, her breathing growing shallow. He slid his tiny cock between her thighs, feeling the wetness of her pussy against his skin. It was almost too much to handle, but he knew he had to make this last.
He reached out and slapped her ass, the sound echoing through the room. Rachel yelped, but didn't move, her body responding to his every whim. He slapped her again, harder this time, watching as her cheeks reddened. "Yeah," he murmured, his hand coming down again. "You like that, don't you?"
Her only response was a muffled moan, her face buried in the couch cushions. Steve lined himself up, the head of his penis nudging against her tight opening. He pushed in, feeling her warmth envelop him. It was a strange sensation, being so small and insignificant inside her, but it only served to heighten his arousal.
He began to thrust, his hips moving in a frantic rhythm that was more out of desperation than passion. Rachel's body was so much larger than his, so much more powerful, but in this moment, he was the one in control. And it was the most exhilarating feeling he'd ever experienced.
Her pussy was warm and wet around him, her walls squeezing down as if trying to swallow him whole. But no matter how much he pushed, he knew he'd never fill her up the way she needed. The thought sent a fresh wave of arousal through him, and he picked up the pace, his eyes locked on hers.
"Tell me how much you love it," he demanded, his voice harsh. "Tell me how much you love being fucked by a little man with a tiny dick." Rachel's cheeks flushed, but she didn't protest. Instead, she nodded, her eyes glazed with lust. "I love it," she whispered. "I love being your slut, Steve."
He began to thrust, his movements awkward and clumsy. Rachel's body was tight around him, and he knew he wouldn't last long. "Take it, you slut," he whispered, his voice harsh. "Take my tiny cock." The words were like a mantra, a declaration of his newfound power.
He slapped her ass again, and again, the sound of skin on skin punctuating the quiet of the night. Rachel's moans grew louder, and Steve felt a twinge of pride at his ability to bring her pleasure. He reached around, his hand finding her clit and beginning to rub in time with his thrusts.
Her body began to tremble, and he knew she was close. "Cum for me," he ordered, his voice strained. Rachel's moans grew to a crescendo, her pussy clenching around his small shaft. He felt her orgasm wash over her, her body shaking with the force of it.
And as she came, Steve felt his own climax building. He slammed into her, his hips moving faster and faster, his hand a blur between her legs. "I'm going to cum," he grunted, his voice thick with lust. "I'm going to fill you up with my worthless cum."
The words were like a drug, sending him spiraling into a vortex of pleasure. He grabbed her hips, his nails digging into her flesh as he drove into her again and again. Rachel's moans grew louder, her body moving in sync with his, her ass bouncing with each thrust.
He knew he wouldn't last much longer, the feeling of power and dominance too much to handle. "I'm going to cum," he gasped, his voice tight with need. Rachel nodded, her eyes never leaving his. "Do it," she murmured. "Cum for me, my little cuck."
The words were a trigger, and with one final slap to her ass, he exploded inside her, his tiny cock pulsing with the power of his release. Rachel's body went limp, her pussy spasming around him as she collapsed onto the couch.
Steve pulled out, his penis glistening with her juices, and stood up, his legs shaking with the aftershocks of his orgasm. He couldn't believe what had just happened. He'd taken control of Rachel, made her say the things he'd only ever dreamed of hearing, and now, she was sprawled before him, a living embodiment of his deepest, darkest desires.
He reached for his phone, his hand shaking with excitement. He snapped a few pictures of her, the hand marks on her ass standing out starkly against her pale skin. Then, he zoomed in, capturing the sight of his own cum, a sad little trickle, leaking out of her pussy. It was a powerful image, one that made him feel both humiliated and exhilarated.
With a few taps, he saved the photos to a new album on his phone, labeling it 'Whore #1'. He knew he'd be looking at these images for weeks to come, reliving the moment when he'd finally become the cuck he'd always wanted to be.
The room was silent, the only sound the occasional gasp for air from Rachel's parted lips. He could feel the warmth of his cum on his thighs, a sticky reminder of his conquest. He looked down at her, his mind racing with new ideas, new scenarios he could play out with the power of the Cuckold System.
He took a few more pictures, capturing the way her ass cheeks jiggled as she breathed, the way his handprints stood out like a map of his dominance. It was a sight he knew he'd never tire of, a visual representation of his power.
Leaning over, he whispered in her ear, "You're mine now, Rachel. You're going to be my little whore for as long as I want." He watched as a shiver ran down her spine, her eyes still glazed over with the system's control. "And I'm going to enjoy every single second of it."
Her body was his to use, his to share with others. The thought sent a fresh wave of arousal through him, his shrunken penis already beginning to swell again. "Get dressed," he said, his voice still thick with lust. "We have plans to make."
As Rachel obediently pulled on her panties and yoga pants, Steve couldn't help but feel like the king of the world. He had the power to make her do anything, and he was going to use it to the fullest extent.
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