Samantha raised an eyebrow "Making easy money? What do you mean?"
"I'll give you way more cash than you'd ever need if you make out with me. Just think about it—I'm the only son of a billionaire."
Hearing the word billionaire grabbed her full attention.
"If you play your cards right, I could get you anything you want: designer bags, the latest phones, even a car if you've got a license. All I'd have to do is mention it to aunt Ellie."
Her eyes lit up with excitement, and she quickly accepted the offer.
After all, who can say no to cold, hard cash? Especially when you're a student hustling with a part-time job just to get by.
"Make me feel good," I said, pretending to struggle. "Just pretend I can move and we'll make this as realistic as possible."
"Oh," she giggled, "I'll do more than that. Mr. Axel, just make sure you compensate me well."
Her tongue darted into my mouth, curling and gently nipping at my own, trying to please me. She was very good—I had to give her that.
"Mmm, Mr. Axel, delicious. You still taste like orange," she mumbled, her eyes playfully teasing me.
Clearly, she had done this before. Guess young girls nowadays were just more liberated.
But despite her experience, there was still a hint of awkwardness in her movements. It was really funny to watch her try so hard to act natural while making out with a guy who couldn't moved.
I decided to take things up a notch by using my own tongue to suck hers.
Her eyes widened in surprise at my reaction, but she didn't pull away . Instead, she seemed determined to satisfy me more.
And so, we continued our little play for several more minutes, my commands getting stranger and stranger, and not long, she was already sucking on my manhood.
How we got here was pretty easy. I bet she was already imagining buying one of those small black bags she could brag about to her friends, telling them she landed herself a sugar daddy.
Little did she know, I had no plans to buy her a thing.
Why should I? She was already quickly becoming my servant.
The sensation was incredible, as she expertly sucked and licked every inch of my shaft, her tongue dancing around the tip like she was licking an oversized lollipop.
"Do you like it, Mr. Axel?" she asked, pulling away briefly to catch her breath before going at it again.
I could feel her throat constricting as she swallowed my length, her efforts demonstrating her eagerness to satisfy her filthy rich client.
"Totally. You're so good at this. Your boyfriends must be really happy with your performance."
She didn't even deny it and moved her tongue in ways I didn't even know were possible.
"Aghhh, fuck, you've got a dirty mouth for talking down on others, but I'll give you points for creativity."
As she continued to worship my manhood with her mouth, I knew that I was about to reach a level of pleasure that I never experienced before from a blow job.
"Fuck, you're going to make me cum already," I groaned, my hands tightening around the sheets as she sucked harder.
She took this as a challenge, and her pace quickened. Her tongue danced around my shaft with an intensity that was both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time.
I could feel the pressure building up inside me, my balls tightening as I prepared for the inevitable explosion.
"FUCK!" I let out a loud moan and released my load deep into her throat .
Samantha didn't miss a beat, swallowing every drop of my cum .
When it was over, she looked up at me, and licked her lips.
"That was amazing," she said breathlessly, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "Your semen tasted really good."
I chuckled bitterly, disappointed that I couldn't punish her because I enjoyed it far too much.
[Hypnotization Complete]
[Reward 5 PP]
That was my go signal. I moved my hand, catching her off guard.
"Don't make a noise."
With the added boost, her eyes lit up. Unable to resist, I grabbed her hair and made her blow me again.
This time, she choked violently, caught off guard by how abrupt and merciless I was.
I tightened my grip, until she desperately tapped my legs, struggling for every ragged breath
"This is nothing, right? After all, you're on my payroll—you owe me at least this much."
She was still able to nod despite her situation, which only showed how strong my influence over her really was.
"Are you okay?" I asked, giving her a moment to breathe. She didn't say anything—just smiled like an obedient slave.
"Take off your clothes slowly."
I watched as she took off her uniform, revealing a lacy white bra and matching panties.
My base twitched at the sight of her hairless pussy.
Although her body wasn't as develop as Ellie's or Claire's yet, girls with smaller boobs have their own unique charm.
"Get on top of me,"
She climbed onto the bed, straddling my manhood.
"You're really tight. Girls your age are definitely something else."
I groaned in pleasure as she began to ride me, her hips moving slowly at first.
Her small breasts bounced with each thrust, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of power over her. She was mine to use however I wanted, and the thought made me hornier.
"Faster," I growled, my hands gripping her waist.
She picked up the pace, riding me harder until we were both panting heavily.
"Oh god," she moaned, her eyes rolling back in pleasure. "I can feel every inch of your cock inside me… I'm going crazy... How is your cock this big and hard?"
I grinned wickedly at her words, knowing that she was just another victim in my twisted game.
"That's because you're just a little whore who loves to be fucked," I teased her. "And from now, you will be addicted to my cock."
She gasped but didn't stop riding me. Better yet, she was even more turned on by my rude dirty talks.