Jason Not Born — Invisible To Mindless Cock Sucking Slut

Jason Born was more than invisible — he was a paralegal so inconsequential that even the office coffee machine seemed to ignore him. But on this particular day, none of it mattered. Nothing mattered. He drifted through the beige corridors like a ghost, his chest tight, his thoughts darker than usual. Without thinking, he made his way to the restroom, straight to the furthest stall. The lock clicked with a quiet finality.

With trembling hands, he unzipped his pants and lowered himself onto the icy seat. His cock lay limp in his palm, but his mind was ablaze. The images played out with an intensity that made his pulse race, each detail sharper than the last. He stroked himself slowly, his breath shallow, trying to piece together the fragments of last night. It didn’t feel real — like a dream teetering on the edge of memory.

But it wasn’t a dream.

He could still hear her voice, low and commanding, calling him to the bedroom. And then he saw him — the guy on the sofa. Mid-twenties, olive skin, dark eyes, something foreign in his face and posture. Turkish? Greek? Jason couldn’t remember. His accent had been thick, exotic, curling around his words in a way that made Jason’s stomach churn with a mix of curiosity and dread.

The scene replayed in his mind with perfect clarity, and Jason’s hand moved faster.

She was standing there in that impossibly tight white shirt she always seemed to wear, the one that hugged her body so snugly you could see the faint outline of her nipples.

Jason’s erection throbbed in his hand, heat coursing through it, every vein alive and pulsing as if fueled by the sheer intensity of his fantasies. He could feel the weight of Kali’s gaze on him, sharp and deliberate, as if she had mapped out every inch of his mind long before she even thought about this cock. He stood there, frozen, his pulse pounding in his ears as she leaned casually against the arm of the sofa, her fingers brushing lightly over the man’s shoulder.

Her voice, when it came, was low and silken, weaving through the room like smoke. “Jason,” she began, her tone soothing yet inescapable, “tonight is about surrender. Surrender to pleasure, surrender to experience, and surrender to me.”

Jason blinked, his mind already reeling, her words wrapping around him like velvet chains.

“Tonight is about oral,” she continued, each word deliberate, her eyes holding his in an unrelenting grip. “Each of you will pleasure the other, deeply, fully, as I watch. Because you’ve always wanted to know what it feels like, haven’t you? To completely let go. To explore what you’ve always been too afraid to admit.”

Jason’s mouth went dry, his body tense as her words danced between command and suggestion, carving through his resistance. He wanted to answer, but there was no right response — her voice left no room for escape.

“You could deny it,” Kali said, her lips curling into a knowing smile, “but that would only delay what’s already happening. Or you could accept it now and feel how good it is to finally stop holding back. Either way, Jason, it’s going to happen.”

Her fingers trailed down the man’s arm as she spoke, her gaze never leaving Jason’s. “Isn’t that right?” she murmured, her voice dropping into a whisper that seemed to echo in his mind.

Jason’s breath hitched, his chest tight, as the man stood and turned to face him. He was striking — broad-shouldered and confident, his dark eyes locking onto Jason’s with an intensity that left him feeling exposed.

Kali stepped back, settling herself in a chair in the corner of the room, her presence commanding even from a distance. She slipped off her shirt, her hands gliding up to tease her hardened nipples, rolling them between her fingers with slow, deliberate movements. Her other hand trailed down her body, slipping between her thighs, which she kept spread wide apart, giving them an unobstructed view as she began to explore herself with an almost taunting rhythm.

Her fingers slid in and out of her slick, glistening folds, the motion steady and deliberate, each movement highlighting just how wet she had become.

“Go ahead,” she said, her tone soft but unyielding. “Explore. Discover. Because when you do, Jason, you’ll realize how much you love sucking cock. How much you’ve always loved it.”

The man approached Jason slowly, his movements unhurried, deliberate. Jason felt his breath catch in his throat as the space between them disappeared, the man’s warmth radiating outward as his hands reached for Jason’s cock.

“Relax,” Kali’s voice came again, guiding him like a steady current. “You’ve wanted this. To feel. To let go. And as he touches you, you’ll understand that there’s no shame in it. There’s only pleasure. Only connection.”

Jason’s heart raced as the man’s hands worked his cock, the cool air hitting his skin and sending a shiver through him. He couldn’t think, couldn’t move — his entire being was tethered to Kali’s voice, to her presence, to the inevitability of what was about to happen.

“Let him show you first how to suck cock,” Kali said softly, her tone almost tender now. “And when it’s your turn, you’ll realize how good it feels to give. To take. To be exactly what I already know you are.”

Jason’s lips parted, his breath shallow, as the man’s touch deepened, and the room seemed to fade away, leaving only Kali’s voice and the pull of her unrelenting command.