Breaking the Girl Day 1 - Friday.
She gave me the weekend. The little bitch bet me $1000 I couldn’t break her before she had to go back to school on Monday. She said she was already so into sex that she could take anything I threw at her and probably ask for more. Chuh….. Little girls.
I was still just starting out, see. I’d made one or 2 fuckdolls before, but they were basic. Flicking off the brain, turning the libido up to 11, removing ability to move without instruction. Basic stuff. I wanted to prove myself, do something more….artsy than just make another cumdumpster. Too easy, not exciting enough. So when little Eleanor bet me she could take anything I could do to her, I wanted to teach her a lesson….. I might have gotten a little carried away.
On the first day, while she thought I was too nervous to talk to her after her sexual boast (she actually thought she’d intimidated me, how adorable) , I reached into her mind. Removed her inhibitions, experimented with rewiring a few things, but carefully tried not to touch her sense of humility. She’d regret messing with me.
She thought going for a nudie run was her idea. I grinned to myself as I played along, knowing that she was getting turned on by this public nudity. The little twinge from her pussy when she was naked around me concerned her, but not enough to lose face in front of me.
When we returned to the house, I put my pants back on and picked up a book to read, while she stood there, dripping. She was naked and sexy, she was everything a man would want! Why was I not more interested in looking at her, in lusting after her? In breaking her like I’d claimed I could easily do?
Being so sexually adventurous and experienced, she “decided” she would seduce me instead. She approached me, so turned on, so desperate for validation. She was so pretty! I should be begging for her! She groped herself as she pulled down my pants and grabbed at my cock.
Her blowjob form was terrible. Light, teeth involved, so vanilla. I doubt she’d ever been taught, she just assumed she knew what she was doing. Nobody would ever tell a girl like this she was bad at sucking dick. But hey, at least the view was nice.
She wanted me to ask her to go further. She wanted me to beg for her supple body so she could deny me. So she could control me. But instead I just smiled and wished her goodnight while she sat, naked, dumbfounded, and more than a little wet.
I bet that she thought her 3 hour masturbation session that night was her idea too. She would have just told herself it was normal to hold herself on the edge of orgasm, thinking about cumming so hard her mind would implode….. Everything was normal and under control.
There was no way any guy could ever break her… Especially not a guy like me.