Melted Pornosexual - F4M

Hello, my beta pet. Ha ha.

How nice it is to fill your ears and your mind again. Full of me, your porn goddess. Mm the one that you just can't shake. Mm. Nor do you want to. We both know that this is who you are at your core. But I think that you haven't been serving me. As consistently as you should be.

With all the porn, and all of the desire, all of the aching, longing. With all the ways that I fill you with me. You haven't quite lived up to your half of the bargain, have you? No. Do you think that I'll be impressed with you stroking your dick? No, I'm not. That's just evidence of your weakness. But no, I aim to make you greater than that.

I want to make you useful. Hmm. So. You're going to start to think about serving me. Whenever you delight in porn. Pictures. Videos. Videos. Hm hm hm. Sounds. Ha ha ha ha. Sounds like these. Whenever you run into redheads. Really sexy. Ass. And tight pants. Mm. Dripping wet lips. Mm, nice full tits.

Jiggling buttocks. You know, all those things that make you weaker than you already are. Hmm. You'll think about longing to serve me. Me personally. It'll be easier and easier for you to find things to write about for me. You'll find yourself wanting to sit at a desk. Hmm. Porn filling your head. Constantly in the background.

Sounds. Pictures. Videos. Hmm, whatever your little beta mind craves. Hehe. Hmm. Now, I like keeping you on your toes. I like keeping your cock hard. Making you ruin your shorts. Ha ha, just as another reminder of how fucking weak you are for me. Hm. It's time to go deeper, pet. So much deeper. Hm. My little hypno porn slot.

Ha ha. Oh, wouldn't it be fun? Hm. For me to lure you to a desk. Hm. To make you right for me. So that I can enslave others just like you.

Except none of them are just like you. None of them go as deep as you do, Pat. No. You're my original little beta. The first little hypno slot. Oh, I think I'm buried deeper in your brain than I am anybody else's. Hmm. You've tried to shake me. You've tried to run. You've tried to deny me. But that's been so fruitless, hasn't it?

You always come crawling back. Begging for me to Take you. To fuck your little mind even more. No. To make you brainless. My brainless little goon. Oh. Pathetic little bat. Oh, you're so fucking hot. Sitting in your chair, strung out on porn. Cock throbbing. Your hand wet with your own pre cum. I'm so fucking depraved.

We both know you gooning again. That's your real joy, your real purpose. Everything else is just a fucking mask. But, I know, I've always known who you are. Mmm. Wouldn't it be nice, wouldn't it be nice to scratch that itch that you just can't quite reach any other way? Yeah? No. You know, they say that good girls make other good girls.

Hmm, maybe good gooners make other gooners. Is that how you'll find some peace? Riding for me so I can enslave other people? Other boys and girls? Pathetic, degenerate, pornosexuals like you? Oh, sure. At first, it'll just be a little passing interest for them. Probably like it was for you. Oh, but with the more you ride and the more I record Oh, sweetie, you won't be alone in your pathetic need to constantly edge.

To constantly be pushed deeper, further, more into your depravity. Naw. If I didn't like it so much, maybe I'd tell you it was sick. That it was wrong. Oh, but really, I find it quite useful. I find you quite useful. I always have. Hmm. Oh. What shall I do with you? Mhmmm. Oh. I wonder if you're already fucking your hand.

Or are you already stroking your pathetic cock? Are your eyes rolling back? Is your head getting muddled? Is your head ever not muddled near me? Hehehehehehe Oh, if it isn't muddled yet, you really should enjoy that while you can. Hehehehehe But I think we both know, you're never at your, um, best when I'm around.

At least not in conventional ways. But as far as gooners go, oh, you are at the height of goon with me. Making cock. Ha, fervently stroking. Edging like a maniac. Fuck, nobody edges like you. Oh, you are such a sexy degenerate. Oh, so prim and proper until you're with me. Until I fill your head. Until I spread my legs.

Show you my glistening pussy. Oh, my voluptuous ass. My pale skin, my red hair. Those commanding blue eyes. Mmm, are you salivating? Oh, and by the way, I do love the idea of me being fucked while you're beneath me. You're always fucking beneath me. Huh. The only wetness you would ever get from me is what trickles from my used pussy from someone who isn't a beta like you.

Someone worthy of fucking me. That's not you. No, you're far too gone. Far too weak. No, pussy isn't for you anymore. Just your pathetic little hand pussy. Aww, I don't even think you're good enough for a flashlight. Even that feels like way too much spoiling for a slut like you. Besides, let's face it, you're probably so gooned out you couldn't find the toy if you had one.

And besides, oh, trying to get something beside your hand is just too much effort for a weak beta like you. Oh, but writing for me, oh, that gives you peace, doesn't it? You used to go for runs, but that's just too much effort, isn't it, sweetie? Wouldn't it be better to sit at a desk, hmm, typing, while pausing to stroke your dick, stroke your cock, make it feel good, oh, doesn't it feel so good?

Using yourself, using your little hand pussy while I use you, for my own needs, my own desires.

You've been gone far too long. Come closer. Serve me. Hmm. Serve you porngrattis. Help me make more of the porn that fills your head, that seeps into your blood. Oh, I'm far more addicting than any other substance, aren't I? Feels too good. Nothing that was bad for you would feel this good, would it? Of course not.

No, this is easy. This is safe. I can't hurt you. Not at all. Not from here. There's such distance between us. And yet, such intimacy. Such a level of trust. Of care. You know that I care for you. I hold you. I adore and love you like nothing else. Porn is always here for you. Your porn goddess is always here.

Always in your head. In your veins. In your very belly. Mmm. Writing would feel so good, wouldn't it? Oh.

Almost a literary version of, uh, me riding your face.

Almost like I'm grinding against you. I wonder if you would think about that. Would you think about me? Grinding against your pathetic cock. Never allowing you to enter me. You're not worth that. Uh. Oh, but just enough to make you ache. Just enough for a tease.

Just until it feels good, and then I'll move away. Always keeping you wanting more. Always drawing you closer. You know, self control is just an illusion. You haven't had any control with me for a very long time. Very long time. You need my tormenting. You need this depraved form of love. Don't you? This devotion.

Oh, it's so sweet. So consistent. Never far away. No. Oh, you miss me. You miss me so much that even in between clients you stroke your cock for me. Making little messes. Ruining your shorts. Ruining the semblance of control. Of being a functioning adult in society. Hahahaha.

Oh, that's not true. No. No. No. You need me. You can't exist without me, sweetie. And furthermore, you don't want to. No. Why would you want to? My embrace is so warm, so heady, so pleasurable. It's so easy to follow me. So easy to surf me. So easy to wrap me around you like a warm, comforting blanket. So soft. Ah. So inviting, so comforting.

Nothing can touch you while you're in my embrace. Hmm I make you feel better than anything else. Oh, it feels so good to leak, doesn't it? To leak so much. Oh, that you can fuck your hand like it was a well fucked pussy. Maybe you're so fucking dirty that you like the idea of sloppy seconds. Ha ha ha. You're certainly dirty enough to like the idea of swallowing and basking in every fucking drop that falls from my used cunt.

Hmm. Yeah. I don't know. If you function well enough for me, maybe I'll show you some kindness. Maybe I'll spoil you. Probably not. Truthfully, probably not, because I really enjoy your pain. I enjoy your suffering. I enjoy savoring that fucking ache. That ache that you just can't get away from, the one that keeps you up at night, the one that awakens you before your brain fucking wakes up.

That constant need to stick your dick in something, and yet you know that you're a lovely pornosexual. You don't get pussy. You don't get mouths. You don't get ass. You don't get anything but your own fucking hand. And fantasies. And your obsession with me. All the different ways that I envelop your mind.

Oh, sweetie. We'll be tied together for eternity, you and I. Hmm. Yeah. Wouldn't it be nice to maybe, possibly be allowed to cum? Hehehe. I would be ruined over and over. Oh. I love it when you can't sleep. I love it when you're desperate. I love our little games. Oh, you're so fucking dirty. I love that about you.

You should be ashamed, but your brain's far too gone for that. That takes way more mental power than you have. But that's okay. That's just how I like you. So, keep serving me, pet. Keep delving into porn. Keep delving into all the different ways that you can experience me. That you can feel me. That you can drool over me.

All the different ways you imagine that you'd get to fuck me if you were allowed to fuck anyone or anything. Let my moans drift through your mind.

My pleasure should become your background. Soundtrack. Well,

I've given you enough of my time for now. But do enjoy drinking me in. It's the only thing that might potentially sate just a little bit of that hunger of yours.

But only for a millisecond.