“Are you ready to go?” I asked as the blonde stood by the table in my front entranceway.
“Of course Sir.” she replied in a demure voice.
“And you know what you are here for?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Oh yes Sir. I’m to be your arm candy for the night, to smile and look pretty, to be quiet and attractive Sir.”
I nodded and still couldn’t beleive such a service existed.
Custom ordered “dates”, matching your exact preferences, all perfectly legitimate.
I’d looked into it quite a bit once I’d heard about them, for someone like myself, it was hard to find a date that wasn’t just looking for your money. And I wasn’t an idiot, I was at least twenty years older than the woman standing before me, my ex-wife a distant memory, I wanted something simple, clean, easy.
This service seemed to be exactly that, and a few of the clients I spoke with only had good things to say about it.
Even after my research, I wasn’t sure if the women participated willingly or there was something else going on, but I had my suspicions, especially with how Mindy had acted since the moment she set foot in my home.
I stepped forward, extended my arm which she took, and then we walked out of my home and to my waiting car.
“Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck me baby!” Mindy screamed as she rode on top of me, my hands on her clearly enhanced breasts, my dick in her tight pussy, and her hair flying back as her head did the same.
I let her go at it, her hips bucking back and forth, her breath ragged, until I couldn’t take it any longer. I grabbed her hips, rolled her over, sending her legs fly back beside her head, and pounded a half dozen times into her pussy before I unloaded.
“Oh my god I’m cumming!” she screamed as her whole body quivered, spasmed, and jerked at the ferocity of her orgasm.
I collapsed beside her and before I knew it she was slinking down between my legs, removing the condom and eagerly sucking the last of my cum from my balls.
Mindy stood in front of me in the sheer white lingerie I’d bought her for our “anniversary”. It was just an excuse, but it had been a year since the first time I’d used her services.
After a few times of a few weeks, I’d decided to upgrade to the premium package with the service, ensuring that Mindy was assigned to only me, and I could request her at any time without fear of someone having her.
Since then she was often over at my home for diner, or drinks, or just a movie, but always eager to please.
“Of course Sir, if you would like them bigger I would be happy to get larger implants.” Mindy said.
“That’s not… I mean…” I stuttered, not really having meant that they were small, but just wondering if she had ever considered going larger.
Mindy smiled at my stuttering, moved forward and took my hands and placed them on her breasts, “Please Sir, I’m here for you. Simply tell me how large you would like them.”
Then she slipped down between my legs and sucked my dick, making sure to use her breasts as much as possible.
I looked at Mindy as she stood by the glass railing of my home and couldn’t help but smile.
She was waring a t-shirt with the word “psycho” on it and I couldn’t help but wonder if it was some kind of subconscious cry for help, or just something she saw and liked at the store.
Either way, it stretched across her new implants perfectly and I walked over and slipped my left arm around her waist before taking her left breast into my right hand and giving it a good squeeze.
She let out a moan before she pushed her tits forward, “God Sir, that feels so good! I’m so glad you got them this big.”
I had to admit to myself I hadn’t been entirely sure she would do it, but the results couldn’t be argued with.
She leaned in and kissed me, rubbing her new breasts up against my chest, before pulling back a little and smiled up at me, “Sir, do you want to fuck my tits again now?” she asked with a twinkle in her eye.
I just nodded and we headed back in to the house and towards the bedroom.
Mindy stood in the tracks of the snowmobiles and pushed her giant tits out towards me, we were on a ski vacation, but at the moment skiing was the farthest thing from my mind.
Mindy walked over to me with a smile on her face and then wrapped her fur half around me with her arm, “Sir, I know you enjoy the slops, but perhaps there is a different kind of slop I can convince you to take a ride down?”
Mindy was my constant companion now, it had been five years since our first “date” and I couldn’t imagine a better, sexier, companion to have at my side.
I still wondered from time to time if any of this was of her own choice, but the service had thrived in the last five years and I know a dozen other men in a similar situation take advantage of it.
I leaned in a little and gave her a kiss on the lips, the filler in them feeling a little strange, but our tongues intermingling taking the focus away from them.
We broke off the kiss and I smiled at her, “Time for a refill on the lips?” I asked.
“Yes Sir, I’ll get it done right away when we return.” she said with a smile and nod.
“Great, let’s go inside and sit by the fire… I think I’ve had enough of the cold for now.”
Of course the only sitting she did was on my lap, by dick in her pussy, and her tits in my face, but it was still technically sitting.
Miranda couldn’t hear anything, couldn’t see anything, couldn’t even feel anything… except for the words being spoken in her ears, the video played before her eyes, and the constant buzzing of the vibrator in her pussy.
It was driving her insane.
But there were two things even worse than that; the gnawing feeling that she didn’t have long to resist, and the inability to orgasm no matter how hard she tried.
The voices kept telling her to obey, to accept, to just let go, and they were getting harder and harder to ignore.
The images kept showing her sexual ecstasy, women orgasming like she’d never thought possible, but only when they were told to.
And then there was the vibrator. Sending her closer and closer to the edge, but always backing off before she went over.
Perhaps… perhaps if just obey’d once… just once, they would let her orgasm and that would be enough? Right?
She let out a whimper into the ball gag they had stuffed in to her mouth as the vibrator ramped up once more. Her body shook in anticipation but as always, her orgasm didn’t arrive and she screamed out in frustration, the sound hardly making it a few feet from her and leaving her wondering if she could resist one more time or if this had been the last one.
