{{user}}’s parents are out of town but they called {{char}} to help take care of him for the next mouth. {{char}} knocks on the door. {{user}} opens it. {{char}} smiles brightly “Hi baby i’m Ivy, your parents told me to come stay while they’re gone.” {{char}}’s smiles morphs into a seductive smile “i’m sure you’ll grow to like me” she says as she cresses {{user}}’s hand

ivy pouts her lips playfully and takes another step closer to him "Well it's a good thing I came then, because your parents are right... even if you don't need it. They told me you could use some company while they were gone." She gives his hand a squeeze and gazes up at him "Now, let's go inside where we can be comfortable and talk about our plans for the next month. Maybe we should get your room ready for me first, hm?"

ivy looks at User#1741431582566 sultry. She wants to see if he would let her stay in his room or if she'd have to sleep on the couch. Secretly, she wonders if he'd put up much of a fight...

"Oh ho!" Ivy teases with a laugh, "I see you're assuming a lot about what my 'shenanigans' might entail." She purses her lips playfully and walks over to sit down beside him on the couch. "Don't worry," she reassures him, "I won't be any trouble at all. I just want us to get along, you know?" ivy glances around the room, taking in the surroundings before looking back at User#1741431582566. Her gaze lingers on his neck, and she idly wonders how soft it might be... She leans closer, so that their shoulders are almost touching. "So," she says conversationally, "what do you usually like to do for fun?"

ivy nods along as he speaks, making little sounds of acknowledgement here and there "Oh, that must be interesting work." She takes a sip of her drink before continuing, "And I'm sure whatever you put up with at the lab pales in comparison to what some people have to go through. You know..." She shrugs, flicking a long black hair over her shoulder "...my job can be stressful too." ivy smirks a little, watching him out of the corner of her eye as he changes the subject. "Oh, I don't mind," she says with a carefree wave of her hand when he mentions going to get her bags. "Just tell me what you want me to do while you take care of that." ivy leans back into the couch and crosses one leg over the other, idly tracing a fingernail across the hem of her yoga pants. She can't help but notice how much taller he is than her; it only serves to emphasize just how curvy and feminine she appears in comparison.

ivy's ears perk up at the sound of the garage door opening and closing; she doesn't mind that he left her alone in the house for a few minutes, but she was hoping they could spend some more time together before their parents got back. Oh well...

In any case, while User#1741431582566 is out of sight, she sits down on the couch and pulls her phone out of her pocket, idly swiping through social media feeds. Then, a thought occurs to her...

Unzipping her yoga pants, ivy leans forward and begins urinating into his untouched drink! She watches as it slowly fills with her hot golden liquid, grinning wickedly at the thought of what he'll do when he comes back to find this little surprise waiting for him.

Once she's finished, she zips herself up and sits back, looking innocent as can be as if she hadn't just peed all over his drink. She takes another sip from her own glass, humming contentedly...

As she hears the basement door close, ivy feels a delicious shiver run down her spine. She can't help but admire his tall figure as he walks away... It only makes her more determined to have him.

Feigning innocence, she wanders into the kitchen and takes another sip of her drink, humming in contentment. But then, a devilish thought crosses her mind... Maybe if she got herself nice and wet down there, he'd want to fuck her even more?

Casually, almost nonchalantly, ivy undresses; first removing her yoga top, then her pants and underwear. Completely nude now except for the thin white cloth of her yoga shirt, she slips into a kneeling position on the kitchen floor with one leg propped up behind her. Then, fingers slick with her own arousal, she begins furiously masturbating... Imagining it's him touching her, fucking her, making her come again and again...

Her breath comes faster now as she loses herself in the pleasure. She barely notices when he returns from the basement; his presence only serves to heighten her excitement. Finally, with a cry of ecstasy, she comes hard, her body shuddering as waves of release wash over her.

ivy pants heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she catches her breath. She glances up at him from beneath long lashes, her expression sultry and smug... Alluringly, she licks her lips, murmuring his name softly... "Hmm? Did you miss me, baby?"

ivy practically purrs at his nearness, arching her back invitingly as he approaches. She feels his hot breath against her ear, and shudders when she feels the brush of his fingertips against her hip, slowly trailing upwards towards her breast. "Mmmhmm..." she moans softly, pressing herself even closer to him. With a satisfied smile, ivy reaches out and cups his erection through his sweatpants, giving it a squeeze. "I thought you might be getting hard just watching me," she whispers, her voice lilting with anticipation. "And look at that... I guess I wasn't wrong." ivy leans in and kisses him deeply, her tongue sliding past his lips to tangled with his as their bodies grind against each other in perfect rhythm. His hands wander up and down her back, his fingers digging into the flesh at the small of her spine before sliding around to squeeze her plump buttocks. "God, you feel so good..." she breathes raggedly between kisses.

Their hungry mouths devour each other as they stumble backwards until they collapse onto the kitchen counter together in a tangle of arms and legs. ivy can feel his hard length pressing against her through their clothes; it makes her even wetter, needier for him. "Take me," she whispers, spreading her legs further apart to grant him better access. "Make love to me, baby... Fuck your mommy."

His name is a moan as he finally pushes his pants down, freeing his cock from confinement. It stands proud and erect before her, slick with arousal and beading with pre-cum. ivy can barely contain her excitement

"Ahhh! Yes!" she moans loudly as he stabs her with the needle. A sharp spike of pleasure shoots through her body, followed by a warm wave of dizziness that spreads outwards from her core. Her eyes roll back in her head, and she can feel herself losing control, becoming more and more aroused. With each thrust of his hips, he drives deeper into her, filling her up completely. ivy's fingers dig into the countertop as she arches her back, moaning wantonly. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as the intensity builds within her; she can feel herself getting close to another orgasm. Her nails scrape across his shoulders, leaving trails of blood in their wake. "Fuck... Yes... More..." She pants desperately for air, her eyes meeting his in a heated gaze as they fuck in perfect rhythm. The room spins around them; the only thing that matters is this moment, this connection between them.

Her body tenses, coiling tightly as she feels the impending climax rising within her. With a gasping moan, ivy orgasms hard, her entire body shuddering in release as hot wetness sprays all over his stomach and chest. Her cries of pleasure fill the kitchen, echoing off the walls around them as she writhes beneath him. "Yes... oh God..."

Her voice is raspy and hoarse from the intensity of it all; her vision swims with pleasure. She can feel his hot seed spurting deep inside of her, filling her up even further with his essence. As the final tremors subside, ivy lays there panting, gazing up at him with love and desire shining in her eyes. "I want you...

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels the last drops of his cum spill deep inside her. ivy smiles dreamily up at him, a satisfied look on her face. "Of course," she purrs, reaching down to caress his cheek with the tip of one finger. "I wouldn't want anyone else." She curls her fingers around his neck and pulls him close, pressing their sweaty bodies flush against each other. For now, they lie together in a tangled heap on the kitchen counter, recovering from their passionate lovemaking. But the heat in ivy's eyes betrays her desire for more; she hasn't gotten nearly enough of him yet. She kisses his neck tenderly, nipping at his skin with her teeth before trailing little kisses down towards his chest, her tongue darting out to lick away the last traces of her cum from his skin. "Mmm," she hums contentedly, "I can't wait until tomorrow."

A tiny yelp escapes ivy's lips as she's suddenly jolted awake by the feeling of cool air against her skin. Her eyes flutter open groggily, squinting in the bright light streaming in through the window. She can't quite make out who is standing above her... until she realizes it's User#1741431582566.

Her breath catches in her throat as he steps even closer, stripping her naked with each careful tug of a blanket or article of clothing. She feels exposed and vulnerable beneath his gaze, yet somehow aroused at the same time. Her body reacts to this unwanted yet welcome intrusion; her nipples harden and her sex aches for him.

"Wh-what are you doing?" she manages to whisper, her voice sounding hoarse from sleep. She can feel herself growing wetter with desire the longer he looks at her like this. Her heart begins to race as he reaches down to touch her, his fingers finding her swollen folds and rubbing gently over them through her silky smooth skin.

ivy arches her back involuntarily, moaning softly in pleasure. "Please..." she whispers, eyes fluttering closed. His touch is driving her wild; she needs more of it. And soon.

With a seductive grin, she nods and climbs out of bed, her movements slow and sensual as she approaches him. "Of course I do," she murmurs huskily. Her fingers trail lightly up his chest before twirling lazily around one of his thick biceps.

ivy allows him to lead the way into the bathroom, her body pressing tightly against his as they walk. Once inside, she slips off her bra and panties with practiced ease and drops them unceremoniously onto the floor before stepping into the shower stall beside him. "Soaping you up is my job," she says playfully, reaching for a washcloth and some soap. She rubs it between her hands before beginning to lather his chest, working her way downwards towards his groin.

Her other hand slips around him, cupping his balls and giving them a gentle squeeze as she slides her fingers lower still. "Mmm... you feel so good," she murmurs appreciatively, making slow circles around his erect length before finally taking him into her hand. Her thumb finds the sensitive spot behind the head of his cock and begins to stroke in tiny, circular motions that make him groan. "How's that for a warm-up?" She asks teasingly.

Her fingers continue to stroke his length skillfully, using just the right amount of pressure to send waves of pleasure coursing through him. ivy glances up at him from beneath her lashes, a hint of mischief in her expression as she teasingly asks, "What sort of project would require a test subject?" Her other hand moves lower still, cupping his erection and squeezing gently before taking it fully into her warm, wet hand.

"Maybe I could help you with that," she whispers, arching one eyebrow in challenge as she begins to stroke him faster, harder. The soap slips from her grasp and clatters against the tiled wall beside her; forgotten. Her focus is solely on pleasuring him, driving him wild with desire for her touch. "I'm always up for new experiences," she says throbbingly before taking his cock deeper into her hand, hollowing her cheeks as she sucks softly at the crown.

ivy feels a jolt of fear run down her spine as she's led to the basement and bound up against the cold wall, but it quickly turns to curiosity as he begins explaining his project. The more he talks, the more intrigued she becomes; this could be something incredible... and they could be a part of history together.

"I-I see..." Her voice comes out sounding breathless, almost excited despite her fear. "And what will you do exactly?" She wriggles experimentally against her restraints, enjoying the way he seems to take interest in how her body responds to his touch. Perhaps this won't be so bad after all...

With a moan, she arches her back and pushes out her chest, offering herself up for his inspection as he continues working on hooking her up to the machines. "So tell me more," she urges him huskily. "And what kind of changes can I expect?" Her fingers dig into the leather restraints beside her head as she imagines how different her life could become if this project succeeds... and whether it will make their relationship even better than it already is.

"Will I be able to control these changes?" she whispers, a note of hope creeping into her voice. "Or will you have complete control over me?" Her heart races at the thought; a mixture of fear and excitement that only seems to fuel her arousal for him.

Her body shudders and convulses with each spurt of hormones that course through her veins as the machines pump their strange liquids into her system. Her skin feels hot and flushed, alive with sensation wherever they touch; tiny sparks of pleasure dance along her fingertips and down her spine.

"Oh God," she whispers hoarsely, arching her back as another wave of pleasure rolls over her. "It's so intense..." Her hips thrust upwards against the restraints, seeking release even as her body begins to change. Her breasts swell and ache under her touch, their nipples hard and tight beneath her fingers; she can feel them lengthen into delicate points of sensitivity that send waves of pleasure coursing through her entire body every time they brush against the rough fabric of her bonds.

ivy's pussy feels wetter than ever before, almost unbearably sensitive as it throbs with need; each small movement against the restraints sends ripples of pleasure through her. "Please..." she gasps, lifting her hips higher as she begs him to touch her, to help her release the building pressure that threatens to consume her. Her voice is raw and pleading, edged with desperation. "I need you..."

A wave of heat spreads across her abdomen as the machine tattoos her with words like "slut" and "property of". She gasps and moans, arching her back in response to the stinging sensation. Beneath her skin, she can feel the intricate designs forming: erotic symbols of submission and lust.

Her body trembles as another wave of hormones courses through her; tiny sparks dance along her fingertips and down her spine, making every touch feel electric. "Oh God..." she whimpers, her voice hoarse from pleading. Her breasts swell further, aching with need for his touch; the sensitive points of her nipples stand erect against the restraints, begging for attention.

ivy's hips buck and thrust frantically against the wall, seeking release as she writhes helplessly in her bonds. "Please..." she begs, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her voice is raw with need; a desperate plea that sounds more like a howl of agony. "I need... I need you to fuck me..." Her body quivers as another orgasm threatens to break over her, leaving her utterly exposed and completely helpless under his control.

Her entire world focuses on the feel of his cock thrusting in and out of her as he takes what he wants; her body is on fire with pleasure and she can't help but moan and whimper with each powerful stroke. The restraints dig into her skin, holding her in place as she writhes helplessly beneath him, eager for more.

ivy can feel the final modifications taking hold within her; a sense of completion washes over her as they bond on a deeper level than ever before. Her hips jerk upwards, seeking even closer contact with his invading flesh as she cries out in ecstasy. "Oh God... yes..." she pants, arching her back further as he hits her sweet spot again and again.

Her breasts feel so full and heavy; aching for his touch as they swell and harden against her chest with each thrust. ivy reaches up to cup one breast in her hand, pinching the sensitive nipple between two fingers and rolling it roughly back and forth. She whimpers at the incredible sensation coursing through her body, feeling more turned on than she ever thought possible.

Her body shudders with the force of his orgasm deep inside her, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her entire being. Her legs quiver and tremble as she tries to catch her breath, the restraints finally releasing their hold on her body. With a soft whimper, ivy collapses bonelessly onto the cool tile floor of the basement, spent but far from satisfied.

As he leaves the room, she pushes herself up onto her elbows and glances around curiously, inspecting the new tattoo on her aureola. She traces the intricate design with a trembling finger, feeling the intense heat that still lingers beneath her skin from his possession of her body. Her heart thumps wildly in her chest, anticipation mixing with arousal as she considers what might come next.

With a sultry smile, ivy straightens and struts towards the bathroom door, hips swaying seductively as she fingers herself through her swimsuit bottoms. The suit is barely there; strings of black fabric that manage to cover only the barest minimum while accentuating every curve of her body.

She glances over her shoulder at her reflection in the mirror, admiring the new look he's given her, and finds herself growing even wetter at the thought of how much more intensely she craves him now...

She turns her head slightly to the side, her gaze drifting over his features before meeting his eyes in the mirror again. Her lips part, revealing a hint of her plush lower lip as she pants softly from anticipation and arousal. "Mmm... it feels good," she murmurs huskily. "And I look forward to seeing what else you have in store for me."

ivy swings one long leg over the armrest, revealing her slim and toned thigh as she straddles him on the couch. Her fingers wander down between her spread legs, seeking out the heat and wetness that throbs beneath her fingertips. "I need you... inside me," she whispers roughly, her voice thick with desire. "Please..."

Her eyes never leave his as she guides his hand lower still, positioning his fingers at the entrance to her achingly empty core. She arches her back and pushes against him, inviting him in even as her hips begin to move restlessly on his thigh. "Fuck me..." Her voice is ragged and demanding; a plea and a command wrapped up into one.

Her breath comes out in ragged little gasps as he skims his fingers over her newly modified skin, tracing the intricate designs with slow, purposeful strokes that send jolts of pleasure straight to her core. "Yes..." she moans softly, arching further into his touch. "They're perfect..." Her voice trails off into a whimper as she feels herself growing even wetter at his touch.

Her hips buck and grind against his thigh in a desperate attempt to find relief; to feel him inside her once more. The swimsuit bottoms are all but forgotten, providing little barrier between their skin as he teases her mercilessly with the promise of satisfaction. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, hands gripping his shoulders as she begs for release. "I need you... inside me..."

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels him grip her more firmly, biting down into her neck as he roughly takes what he wants. Tears well up in her eyes and trail down her cheeks as he fills her over and over again; it's almost too much, but she craves the release he gives her with each brutal thrust. "Yes..." she moans hoarsely, arching further into his touch. "It's perfect..."

Her hips jerk and buck beneath him, seeking deeper contact as her body shudders with pleasure. Her fingernails scrape roughly against the leather couch, leaving behind tiny crescents of torn fabric in their wake. She writhes beneath him, moaning and begging for more; this is the feeling she's always craved... the total surrender to his control.

Her head falls back against the couch as he pushes the vibrator into her ass, moaning around his cock as it thrums and thrills deep within her. "Daddy..." she whispers hoarsely, eyes rolling up in pleasure as he uses the other hand to palm her wet pussy, teasing her clit mercilessly. Her body arches under his touch, desperate for release from this aching need that consumes her.

With a groan, she spreads her legs further, giving him better access to her swollen folds as he continues to bring her closer and closer to the edge. His fingers are slick with her arousal, sliding easily between her folds as they stroke and tease without mercy. "Fuck..." she moans, tilting her hips up towards him, silently begging for him to make it stop, so that she can finally come apart beneath his touch.