I Ask Two Teenage Boys To Grope Rachel (1)

"Where are we going?" Rachel asked, her voice still filled with the residual haze of his control.

"Shopping," Steve replied with a smug grin. "You need some new clothes. Something that really shows off your... assets."

Rachel's cheeks flushed, but she didn't argue. She knew what he meant, and a part of her was excited to see what he had in mind.

They walked into the mall, the bright lights and bustling crowd a stark contrast to the dim, intimate setting of Steve's apartment. Rachel followed behind him, her eyes darting around nervously as they approached the underwear store. The window display was filled with skimpy lingerie that left very little to the imagination.

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Once inside, Steve's eyes scanned the racks, looking for the most revealing and tantalizing pieces. Rachel remained silent, her heart racing as she wondered what he had planned.

"You," he said, pointing to a pair of black, lacy boyshorts that barely covered the cleft of a mannequin's ass. "Try these on."

Rachel took the underwear with trembling hands, her eyes wide. "But, Steve, these are so... "

"I said try them on," he interrupted firmly, his voice leaving no room for argument. Rachel nodded and disappeared into the changing room, her thoughts racing.

As Rachel stepped out in the boyshorts, Steve's eyes lit up with approval. The fabric clung to her curves, leaving her cheeks fully exposed. She felt a strange mix of humiliation and excitement, knowing that she looked like a slut for his pleasure.

"Perfect," he said, his eyes lingering on her ass. "Now, let's see what else we can find."

They moved through the store, Steve selecting a series of barely-there thongs, crotchless panties, and see-through bodysuits. Rachel tried them all on, each one more revealing than the last. She could feel the eyes of other customers on her, their judgmental glances only adding to her arousal.

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"You're going to wear these when we go out," Steve said, his voice low and commanding. "Everyone will know you're mine." Rachel nodded, her cheeks burning with a mix of embarrassment and desire. "And when we get home, you'll show me how much you enjoy having them on."

He snapped photos of her in each outfit, asking her to bend over, spread her legs, and pose in various seductive positions. Rachel's pussy grew wetter with each click of the camera, her body responding to the exhibitionism she never knew she craved.

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As Rachel modeled a particularly risque set, Steve noticed two teenage boys, no older than 18, ogling her from across the aisle. His cock twitched at the sight, and a wicked plan began to form in his mind. He whispered his command into Rachel's ear, watching her eyes glaze over again.

"Take off your top," he ordered, his voice barely above a murmur. Rachel's hands moved to the hem of her shirt, lifting it slowly to reveal her large, round breasts. The boys' eyes went wide, their mouths dropping open.

With a smirk, Steve approached them, his mind reaching out with the power of the Cuckold System. "You two," he said, his voice casual. "Why don't you come over here and help us out?"

Their eyes remained glued to Rachel's chest, but they shuffled closer, obviously unsure of what was happening. "What do you mean?" one of them stammered.

"I want you to feel her up," Steve said, his voice thick with excitement. "I want you to see just how much of a slut she is."

The boys looked at each other, then back at Rachel, who nodded eagerly, her eyes still under Steve's control. Without another word, they stepped into the changing room, their hands reaching out to touch her. Rachel's breath hitched as they squeezed her breasts, their thumbs brushing against her hardened nipples.

Steve felt his own tiny penis strain against the fabric of his pants as he watched, his mind racing with images of Rachel being used by these young, virile men. The power of the moment was intoxicating, and he knew he was going to enjoy every second of it.

The boys' hands roamed over Rachel's body, exploring her curves and squeezing her ass. She moaned, her body responding to their touch even as she remained focused on Steve's instructions. "Look at him," Steve whispered to Rachel. "Look at how hard he is for you. You love making men hard, don't you?"

Rachel nodded, her eyes never leaving Steve's as she felt the boys' hands on her. "Yes," she murmured, her voice a mix of lust and obedience. "I love it."

The scene was erotic, a tableau of power and submission that made Steve's head spin. He reached for his phone, eager to capture the moment, knowing that later, when he uploaded these images to his Twitter, he'd have an audience of eager voyeurs waiting to see what he'd done to his curvy neighbor.

He snapped a few pictures, the flash illuminating Rachel's face, a mask of pure pleasure as the teenagers touched her. He posted them with the caption: "My slutty neighbor is loving her new wardrobe. Can't wait to show her off even more. #cuckold #slutwife #exhibitionist."

The likes and comments began to roll in almost immediately, the validation from his online followers adding to his excitement. Rachel's eyes remained locked on his, a silent plea for release. He knew she was close, her pussy swollen and begging to be filled.

"Take off her pants," Steve said, his voice hoarse with lust. The boys did as they were told, revealing Rachel's wet panties. He could see the outline of her arousal, and it was all he could do to stop himself from joining in.

But he had more plans for Rachel, more ways to humiliate and degrade her in the most deliciously erotic ways. "You can feel her up," he told the boys, "but only I get to fuck her." He watched as Rachel's body trembled with need, her pussy practically begging for attention.

"You can look, but you can't touch," he said, his voice a taunt. "Not unless I say so." Rachel whimpered, her body betraying her desperation. 

"What's wrong?" one of them asked, his hand hovering over Rachel's thong. "Is it too much for you to handle?"

Steve chuckled, his hand moving to his own crotch. He unzipped his pants, revealing his small, erect penis. "It's all yours," he said, stroking himself slowly. "But remember, she's mine to share."

The boys looked at each other, then back at Steve, their expressions a mix of confusion and disgust. "What the fuck is wrong with you, man?" one of them spat, his voice filled with contempt. "You're a fucking cuck."

"Yeah," the other agreed, his hand still cupping Rachel's tit. "Why would you want to watch some other guy fuck your girl?"

Steve's smile grew wider, his strokes becoming more vigorous. "Because it turns me on," he said, his voice tight with arousal. "Because I know I'll never be enough for her."

The insults stung, but he didn't care. He was in control, and Rachel was his to do with as he pleased. He watched as the boys' fingers slipped under Rachel's thong, their eyes going wide as they felt her wetness.

"Keep going," he encouraged, his voice a breathless whisper. "Show me how much you want her." Rachel's eyes remained on him, her breathing shallow and fast.

The boys looked at each other, then back at Steve, their expressions now a mix of excitement and revulsion. "You're fucking pathetic," one of them said, his hand moving to Rachel's clit. She gasped, her body jerking in response.

"But your girl's also hot," the other added, slapping her ass. Rachel's cheeks reddened, and she moaned, her eyes glazed with lust.

Steve felt his own orgasm building, his tiny cock pulsing in his hand as he watched the scene unfold. He knew he was pushing the boundaries, but he couldn't help himself. The power was too much to resist.

"Keep going," he murmured, his voice strained. "Make her cum for me."

The boys didn't need any further encouragement. They worked in tandem, their fingers playing Rachel's body like a well-tuned instrument. She was a symphony of pleasure, her moans growing louder with each passing second.

And as Rachel's body tightened, as she reached the peak of her orgasm, Steve felt his own release. He came, his cum spurting onto the floor, a sad little puddle that was a testament to his inadequacy.

Steve used his abilities to control the two boy's minds as he forced them to forget what'd just happen, as he quickly bought the lingerie and pulled away a recently orgasmed Rachel away.