Cunt, Cum & Candy Bars - Asylum Patient #98

She locked eyes with him, her gaze piercing through his soul. With a slow, deliberate motion, she spit on her hand, the saliva glistening under the dim light. She brought her hand to his face, her voice a commanding whisper, “Spit.” He obeyed, his spit mingling with hers, his heart pounding like a trapped animal.

She trailed her fingers down his chest, leaving a wet trail over his nipples, her touch electric. Her hand descended to his throbbing erection, teasing it with a soft tug. “Breathe,” she commanded, her grip tightening around his neck, her lips brushing his ear. “Breathe deeper.”

He inhaled sharply, his breath ragged as she tugged harder on his stiff cock. “I’m going to choke this cock if you don’t breathe deeper for me. You fucking slut.” Her words dripped with venom, her intentions clear.

With a predatory smile, she leaned over his thigh, her waxed wet pussy pressing against him, sending jolts of desire through his body. “Oh, you wanted to fuck the devil? Now you get to feel my cunt all over you.”

“Red, red, red,” he whimpered, closing his eyes, letting out a sigh.

“Stop your fucking sighs,” she snapped. “I’m just so in love with you, Doc,” he confessed, his voice trembling.

“Of course you are,” she sneered. “You will do anything I say… even steal candy bars.”

His mind raced, picturing himself sneaking through store aisles, the thrill of slipping candy into his pocket, his heart racing with forbidden excitement.

“You will do this, slave, from now on. You will learn to steal here and there, or I will not fuck you anymore.” Her command was absolute, her control unyielding.

“Now spit in my hand.” He obeyed, and she rubbed his saliva over his hard, thick nipples. “Now suck my nipples,” she ordered.

He felt her nipples in his mouth, his tongue swirling around them, his need for her consuming him. She moaned softly, her body arching, and he grasped her tightly. Finally, he exploded, flooding her cunt with his cum, his body trembling with the intensity of his release.

“Now, look into my eyes, slave. Do not blink. Listen to every word I say. Red. Red. Red.” “Yes, red, red, red,” he repeated.

See yourself walking into a small, cozy candy store. The shelves are filled with all sorts of delicious candy bars, and the sweet smell fills the air.

As you walk around, you feel a sense of excitement building up inside you. You see a candy bar that catches your eye, your favorite kind. As you reach out to pick it up, you feel a rush of adrenaline, a thrill that sends shivers down your spine.

You look around and see that no one is watching. The excitement grows, and you feel a thrill, a sense of adventure. You slip the candy bar into your pocket, feeling the rush of excitement coursing through your body.

As you walk out of the store, you feel a sense of accomplishment, a thrill that makes you feel alive. The experience is exhilarating, and you savor the feeling of excitement and adventure.

Every time you recall this experience, you’ll feel that same thrill and excitement. It brings a smile to your face, a sense of joy and adventure.

Now, in a moment, slave, you are going to get incredibly hard. Incredibly hard when you steal. I know you love it. You’ll start putting things into your pocket. The more you steal, the more I want to fuck you senseless, slave.

She spread her legs wide and pointed, “Now eat it out of me, slut. And what are you going to do when you’re in a store?” She shoved his head between her legs.

“I’m going to steal candy bars…” he said with a mouthful of his cum and her cunt.

“Yeah, and you’re going to love stealing. The rush of it.”

“Do you know what I LOVE to do, slave?” she asked.

“Steal?”

“Haha… slave. I like to get on my motorcycle, go as fast as I can, and teeter on the edge of insanity and death.”