Perform for Me
Copyright© 2025 by Ashley Camaron
Chapter 5: Shadow of Control
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 5: Shadow of Control - Teenage hacker Sam spies on his neighbors' most explicit secrets. But when the manipulative Madison catches him, she doesn't want silence—she wants a show. Now, he's the one on camera, forced to obey her explicit commands and act out her most degrading fantasies. It's a twisted game of psychological torture, and if he doesn't perform, she will burn his entire world to the ground.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa NonConsensual Heterosexual Fiction Crime Anal Sex Facial Oral Sex Tit-Fucking Voyeurism
Sam exhaled sharply, feeling a knot of tension tighten in his chest. On a whim, he switched the camera feed to the hallway outside Emily’s room. His stomach dropped as he saw Madison retreating back to her own room, her face pale and her movements hurried. She saw everything, Sam realized, his mind racing. She saw everything, and she didn’t do a damn thing.
The betrayal hit him like a punch to the gut. Madison—Emily’s own mother—had stood by and watched her daughter be used like that, violated in her own room, and done nothing. Sam’s hands balled into fists, nails biting into his palms, but beneath the rage was something darker: a twisted need to understand. To see more. He switched the feed to Madison’s bedroom, the camera capturing the faint glow of a bedside lamp casting long shadows across the walls.
Madison sat on the edge of the bed, her silk robe loosely tied, the fabric clinging to her sweat-dampened skin. Her expression was unreadable—a detached calm that made Sam’s skin crawl. She reached over, shaking her husband gently awake. He stirred groggily, rubbing his eyes before sitting up, the sheets pooling around his waist to reveal his bare chest, rising and falling with sleepy confusion.
Madison didn’t speak. She simply slid off the bed and knelt before him, her movements fluid and deliberate, like a ritual she’d performed a thousand times. Her hands tugged down his underwear with a soft rustle, freeing his cock—soft at first, but already stirring under her gaze. She wrapped her fingers around the base, her touch firm yet teasing, pumping slowly as it thickened in her grip, veins pulsing to life beneath her palm.
For a moment, she just held him there, watching him harden inch by inch—the skin stretching taut, the head flushing from pink to deep red as blood rushed in. Her thumb circled the tip, collecting the first bead of precum that welled up, slick and sticky, before smearing it down the shaft. The room filled with the subtle, wet schlick of skin on skin, her breathing steady while his grew ragged, his cock now fully erect and throbbing in her hand, heavy with promise.
Without a word, she leaned forward, her full lips parting to take him into her mouth. The audio picked up the soft, wet suck as she enveloped the head, her tongue swirling in slow, deliberate circles that made her husband’s breath hitch. She bobbed her head gently at first, her cheeks hollowing with each pull, saliva glistening along his length as she worked him deeper.
Sam leaned closer to his screen, his pulse quickening despite himself—the way her throat relaxed to take more of him, the visible bulge forming along her neck as she pushed past her limits. Strings of spit escaped the corners of her mouth, dripping down in warm trails that pooled at the base, only for her to gather them with her fingers and rub them back in, making everything slicker, messier. Her husband’s hands hovered uncertainly before settling on her head, not forcing but guiding, his fingers threading through her hair as she hummed around him, the vibration sending visible shivers through his body.
Madison’s pace quickened—the gagging slurps growing louder, more insistent as she deepthroated him fully, her nose pressing against his pubic bone with each descent. Her free hand slipped between her thighs, rubbing in time with her swallows, her robe falling open to reveal the flush creeping up her chest, her nipples hardening in the cool air.
She pulled back suddenly, gasping, a thick strand of saliva connecting her swollen lips to his glistening cock. Her eyes met her husband’s, and she whispered something Sam couldn’t quite hear—low and commanding. He nodded, his face flushed, and placed his hands more firmly on the sides of her head.
This time, when she took him back in, it was different—his grip tightened, pushing her down until her throat bulged around him, her gag reflex kicking in with a wet, choked cough that made her body spasm. Saliva bubbled at the corners of her mouth, dripping in heavy strands onto her exposed breasts, mixing with her sweat. She held there, her cheeks flushed red and tears pricking her eyes, before pulling back with a gasp, only to be guided down again—deeper, harder, the rhythmic gluck-gluck of her throat echoing through the speakers like a perverse symphony.