Female Domination

Fantasy

Earning a little extra – Part 1

Mistress Lindsey has been prostituting me out for a little while now as a way to bring in some extra money. This is the story of a recent “rental” where my boundaries were pushed in a direction I’d never have expected to go in. Enjoy.

Fantasy

THE CHANCE ENCOUNTER-1: I BECOME A SLAVE

Most of my stories are like couples porn, but not this one. It involves many of the darkest sexual acts as a submissive older man and dominant younger woman find their way to love.
“Confusing, isn’t it?” I had just entered the market and turned into the produce area. I saw a twenty-something woman checking out the pineapples. She seemed to be fairly tall, but it could have just been that she was slender. Her jeans were tight around her hips and her ass was firm from where I was standing–all in all, a very pleasing sight. She placed one pineapple after another into her cart before returning it to the shelf. I walked up next to her so she could see me—I didn’t want to startle her when I spoke.
She turned, looked at me, and smiled. “Oh, damn!” I exclaimed.
“What’s wrong?”
“Well, when a beautiful young woman like you smiles like that I know you’re thinking I’m old and harmless.”
She checked me out, looking up and down my body before speaking. “Oh, I don’t think you’re so old,” she said kindly.
“Yeah, right, I’m probably old enough to be your grandfather.”
“Maybe,” she said pensively, “but…you’re not. Isn’t that what really counts? And from what I can see of you I doubt you’re even close to harmless. But I do see your wedding ring.”
“Yeah, I just haven’t been able to take it off since….”
“Divorce? I hope it wasn’t too messy.”
“No…lung cancer.”
She quickly brought her hands to her face. “Oh, I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to….”
“No…really…it’s OK. It happened almost nine months ago and she smoked almost a pack a day right until the end. I must have told her 5,000 times….not that it did a bit of good.”
“Still, I’m really sorry. Uh, do you know anything about pineapples? I can’t make up my mind.”
“Actually,” I said immodestly, “you’re talking to the pineapple expert,” as I puffed out my chest. “Let’s see what they have here.” I handled several, discarding them as I explained that green was BAD. When I found a brown one I held it for her to examine.”
“Oh, that one looks good.” I shook my head “NO.”
“Just feel this one…see how soft it is. Unless you eat it in one sitting it’ll be rotten before you know it. It’s much too ripe.” I checked a few others before we chose one I thought would be just right. She put it into the cart. “Now that you have one, do you know what to do with it?” She stood there looking really cute and vulnerable before admitting she had no idea. “OK, do you have a cutting board?”
“Yeah, a wooden one,” She shrunk a bit when I cringed.
“How about a knife? You’ll need a long slicing knife that’s pretty stiff. Have anything like that?” She picked up the pineapple and put it back on the shelf. I returned it to the cart. “Tell you what, if you’ll allow me to treat you to dinner I’ll show you what to do with it and I’ll bring a cutting board and a knife with me. I used to cook a lot and I have plenty, so consider them a gift, OK?”
She said nothing for almost a minute then dug into her purse for a pen and paper. She gave me her address and phone number. “By the way, I’m Sam.”
Taking the paper I asked her, “Seven, OK? By the way, I’m Sam.” It took her a moment to realize I wasn’t teasing her. She began laughing as she pointed to me saying “Sam” and back to herself repeating her name. I soon joined in the laughter as nearby shoppers gave us some really funny looks. We parted after I told her I’d see her tonight.
Chapter 2
I recognized her address as a nearby apartment complex—one of the better ones in town. I ought to know—I designed and built it and I still own it. I climbed out of my BMW M5 convertible just before seven, retrieved a bag from the trunk and walked to her door. I rang her bell at 7:02. When she opened it I couldn’t believe how really striking she was. I thought she was extremely attractive in the market when we met, but she was gorgeous now. Her short light-brown hair framed her face perfectly. He blouse was cut low enough to show some cleavage; she looked like a B or C-cup, not huge but just right for her slender frame. She had excellent posture, something I had always found appealing in a woman.
She invited me in, asking what I had brought in the bag. I walked straight into her kitchen; it was small—a galley (of course I already knew that) that was clean and neat. I pulled out a pack of acrylic cutting boards. They were brand new, still vacuum wrapped in plastic. I also brought out a set of knives. She looked at them with amazement. “Are those…metal?”
“No,” I replied, “they’re ceramic. But, promise me you’ll be very careful with them—they’re extremely sharp.” To demonstrate I pulled a paper towel from the roll as I picked up a slicer. “This is too thin to work well on a pineapple, but this is just a demonstration.” I held the paper up and dropped it. By the time it had fallen a foot I had cut it into four pieces.
“Wow!” Sam exclaimed.
We talked briefly about where to eat and settled on a small Italian restaurant a few miles out of town. Once we were seated we made small talk. I learned she was a physician’s assistant specializing in orthopedics; she was shocked to learn that I had designed, built, and owned her apartment complex. Too soon dinner was over and I drove her back to her home. I walked into her kitchen, washed my hands and placed the pineapple on its side on the cutting board. I selected a chef’s knife and showed her how to cut the top and bottom—roughly an inch off of each end. Next I stood the pineapple up and sliced off the remaining skin, or rind. The rest was easy, discarding the hard inedible core, I cut dozens of small chunks. I picked one up intending to place it into her hand, but she had a different idea. She took my hand gently as she led it to her mouth. She put my fingers into her mouth as she licked and sucked them clean, locking her eyes on mine the entire time. I was amazed; it was the most sensual thing I had ever experienced. At least, that’s what I thought until she brought a small chunk to my mouth. I couldn’t help myself—I sucked those fingers and would have kept it up had she not pulled me out of the kitchen toward her bedroom.
We stood at the edge staring into each other’s eyes. I broke the silence, “Uh, you know, I haven’t done anything like this for more than forty years.”
“That’s OK, I have, so why don’t you let me lead?” She reached up to hold my head as she pulled me down for our first kiss. I ran my hands up her back as I held her so very close. Her lips were soft and delicious. They parted to let my tongue intrude. Our tongues danced together as our passion built. It became intense, so intense that it seemed we were trying to pull the two of us into a single being. In time she broke the kiss, “Wow, you are definitely not harmless.”
I laughed and soon she joined me before getting back to business. She pulled my shirt over my head before working on my belt. My pants fell to my ankles and when they did she hooked her thumbs inside my boxers, pulling them also to the floor. I never thought my cock was especially long, but it is thick—disproportionately thick. It’s about seven inches long but more than two inches in diameter. Sam took one look at it, returned her eyes to mine and commented, “I can see you’re definitely not harmless. You could do a lot of damage with that thing, but what fun it would be.” She came back for another long hot kiss as she tightly gripped my cock, slowly stroking it. When she broke it, she whispered, “Your turn; start with my skirt.”
I’ve always been good at following directions. I unbuttoned and unzipped the skirt, helping her to step out of it before carefully laying it on a chair. Turning back to her I placed my hands on the hem of her blouse and slowly lifted it over her head. That, too, I placed on the chair. Reaching behind her I unfastened her bra, exposing her lovely breasts. I cupped them in my hands, savoring their smooth firmness. “I wish they were bigger,” she whispered.
“I don’t,” I replied. “I think they’re perfect for you—just perfect.” I reached down to kiss her again. As we kissed I moved my hands down to slide her panties down her legs. I felt for her pussy. Her hair was trimmed, maybe a half inch long and shaved or waxed back from her legs. I could see her tan lines from what I would consider an extremely skimpy bikini.
Sam pushed me onto the bed and moved between my legs. “Uh,uh,” I told her, “not unless I get to do you, too.” Sam grinned and moved over me to 69. Her pussy was just above my face; her aroma was sweet, musky, and clean; I found it intoxicating. I put my nose right into her slit and inhaled. It had been so long—almost two years since I’d been able to eat a pussy. My wife had never really appreciated it, allowing me to do it more as a means of mollifying me than from her own desire. “Sam, it’s been a long time—almost two years—since I had any real sex so I don’t think I’ll last very long. I’ll try to warn you before I cum.”
“Why? I’d love for you to cum in my mouth. You’re really hard. Do you use something?”
“Yes, Levitra, why?
“Oh, planning to get lucky, eh?”
“Well…not planning, just hoping. I like to be prepared.”
“I’m glad you did. You’ll be able to keep it up for a long time, won’t you?”
“Yes, sometimes for an hour or more.”
“Good, after I take care of you we can work on me.”
“I’m planning on doing that now, but later…well, that’ll be OK, too.” I plunged into her sweet cunt causing her to moan. I placed my mouth so it covered her entire cunt, plunged my tongue into her and sucked like crazy. She jumped all over the bed.
“No fair, Sam, you needed to warn me about that. Damn, you do that so well.”
“Isn’t that part of the fun…the discovery?” Sam nodded as I returned to licking and sucking her juicy pussy, ignoring her swollen clit—that would come later, when I wanted her to cum.
Sam leaned down to lick all around my cock. “Mmmm, you do taste great—very masculine. I love doing this, by the way. She returned her attentions to my cock which was so hard I thought it might burst. Then she took me into her mouth, sucking me all the way into her throat. I could never believe that someone could swallow my thick cock, but she did! The combination of her tongue running up and down and the suction she generated felt incredible.
Like most men I would jerk off occasionally, more often since my wife’s illness and death. I’d found some pretty good free porn sites that helped stimulate me, but nothing I’d yet experienced was anything like this. I was glad Sam wanted me to cum in her mouth because it was coming on fast…too damned fast. I pulled off her pussy and barely got out the words, “Sam, I’m….” I exploded in her throat, driving a huge stream of slippery white semen into her stomach. Again and again cum rocketed into her, ending so much sexual frustration in just an instant.
I would have been justified in lying back and resting after such exertion, but would that be fair? Sam had done so much for me I just had to reciprocate. I turned my attention to her clit. Using my fingers I pulled back the hood. It was red and swollen with her desire and lust. I sucked it between my teeth. I was immediately rewarded with a major moan from Sam’s lips. I gently nibbled as I sucked big time. When I rolled my tongue over and around it I got what I was looking for—Sam shook and trembled, bouncing on my body like a ball. I put my hands on her firm butt to hold her as I released her button but continued to slowly lick her juicy slit until she finally came to rest. I twisted her around holding her in my embrace as we kissed again. She broke it a minute later still out of breath when she whispered, “You are definitely, absolutely not harmless. You are also definitely, absolutely amazing.”
“Funny, I was thinking exactly the same thing about you.”
Chapter 3
We lay in each other’s arms for some time recovering when Sam pulled back slightly. “Can I ask you a question, Sam? It’s kind of personal.”
“You can ask me anything after what we just went through.”
“I’ve had a few partners, after all I am 28, but I’ve never had anyone do what you just did to me. Your wife must have really enjoyed what you did for her.”
“Well, that’s not really a question, but no—my wife didn’t enjoy sex anywhere near as much as I do. I love it and I also believe in giving your best whatever you do. I’ve always loved eating a juicy pussy, unfortunately I rarely had the chance—she let me only so I’d leave her alone.”
“Did you ever cheat on her? I know I couldn’t live with someone who didn’t want to make love with me.”
“I’m not the kind of person who cheats—at anything. For example, ever hear your neighbors? You have four of them. I could have saved almost a million by eliminating soundproofing in these buildings, but then they’d be second rate. I never do anything second rate if I can help it. Of course, I’ve made up that money several times because the apartments here are so desirable. I’m sure you know there’s a waiting list for openings.”
“Wow, I never even thought about stuff like that. I guess that’s why you’ve been so successful. I didn’t even realize you were THE Sam Warner until dinner. You’re like a legend in this town. No wonder so many people were looking at us in the restaurant…but you’re such a regular guy. You even help maidens in distress…OK, I don’t quite qualify as a maiden, but you know what I mean.”
“Sam, I started out as a poor farm kid. I had to work my way through college and graduate school. Sometimes I even had three jobs while going to school full-time. I learned that humility and hard work mean a lot in life. I’ve always been what you call a regular guy.” While I was making this little speech Sam had rediscovered my cock, rubbing and stroking it slowly but firmly, hardening me in the process.
“I’m glad you always try your best, Sam,” she told me, “because now I want to fuck you.”
“Sam,” I responded, “ I don’t have any condoms.”
“Not to worry—if you’ve never cheated I’m sure you’re safe and I promise you that I am, too. Besides, I’m on the pill, so nothing to worry about,” and then, giggling, she continued, “except getting me off!”
“I’m yours to command,” I whispered just before engaging her in a torrid kiss as I rolled her on top of me. I rubbed my cock, now like granite, into her slit. She was ready—her cunt was soaking wet. I pushed firmly into her, stopping when I was about two inches deep. I pulled back and pushed again—three inches. So I continued until I was balls deep in her pussy. My girth made most pussies tight, but Sam was incredible—hot and tight like a circular vise that squeezed my cock firmly.
Sam took a minute to grow accustomed to the massive intruder then she began to rock, slowly grinding her clit into me. I’d selected this position for that reason—she could control her pace en route to, hopefully, several mind blowing orgasms. Sam began a circular motion, rotating on my cock, and rubbing her clit in circles, as well. I reached up to massage and fondle her breasts, flicking her sensitive nipples and pinching them between my fingernails. Sam gazed down at me, showing her appreciation for what she was experiencing by moaning with every breath. Suddenly she leaned all the way down to kiss me fiercely, gripping my head with both hands as she thrust her tongue deep into my mouth, her lips mashing into mine. She was a woman possessed by her lust.
There was a slow but steady increase in Sam’s tempo as she began to ram her clit into me. I reached down to help release her clit from its hood. The expression on Sam’s face told me it was a good move. She began to pant, her breaths rapid and shallow. Her moaning was louder and more frequent—virtually non-stop. To help her I pushed up into her for the first time, driving her almost a foot off the bed. I could feel my cock drive into her cervix. If it hurt her she never showed it; she was in rapture in her pursuit of orgasm. Now Sam had picked up the pace, rubbing and moving my cock in her tunnel as though trying to break it. As suddenly as she had started she stopped. I could see tiny rumblings running up and down her entire body. She rocked three more times and as she exhaled she emitted a guttural scream. Her orgasm had taken possession of her body; all she could do was react as her muscles rippled in paroxysms over and over until she collapsed onto my chest. Sam was breathing hard as she recovered. I was still hard so I moved my cock within her hot slimy cunt. I was hoping I could get at least one more orgasm out of her.
She turned her head to nibble my ear. I almost jumped when I felt her tongue in it. This woman certainly knew what buttons to push. I was still hard, pumping slowly in her gooey cunt, and now I desperately wanted to cum. I thrust repeatedly and deeply into her. “Good boy, do what mama wants and you’ll get a wonderful reward. Drive it into me…ram that thick cock into my tight wet cunt. Yes, I do use that word. That’s what I have –a tight wet cunt that wants to cum again and again with you.” We began moving together, my rock hard cock bending within her tunnel, her clit rubbing into my pubic hair repeatedly. I pushed hard, determined to hit every square millimeter of her cunt. We were both breathing heavily from our exertions. I could feel her clench around my cock so I was pretty sure she was getting close again. I was accustomed to cumming maybe once a week so it was going to be a struggle for me. Sam sat up, I thought to get more pressure on her clit, but I realized her real intent when she pushed two fingers into my ass to massage my prostate. That turned out to be exactly what I needed. It pushed me over the edge. My balls clenched as I could feel my body eject fluids evolved over the millennia to maximize reproductive opportunities. Literally millions of sperm shot into Sam with every potent spurt. I sagged into the mattress, spent, but I still had a job to complete. I gripped her clit firmly between my fingers rubbing it furiously until she exploded in her rapture. I rubbed and massaged her back as we rested. “What now?” I asked her.
“Sleep,” she replied, pulling the blankets over us. “Everything else can wait until morning.” She snuggled that fine ass up against me, pulled my hand to her breast, closed her eyes and went to sleep. I followed her a moment later.
Chapter 4
I awoke early as always but this time I found myself looking up into a pussy covered in dried cum and juice. “Is this my reward from last night?”
“Yes, it is,” Sam replied, “I’d love to have you lick and suck my cummy pussy.”
That was good enough for me! I leaned up to begin cleaning her. I started with her thigh; it was firm but so very soft. I licked up from her right knee toward her pussy, removing any encrusted material I could find. When I was satisfied I moved to the other thigh—the left. She had lain on her left side so there was much more here due to gravity. There was so much here I was able to chew once I had cleaned the material from her skin. As I got closer and closer to her pussy I could see how encrusted it was as a result of our multiple couplings last night. I sucked and licked her clean. Of course, all this licking and sucking had the obvious effect. Sam was groaning and grinding her pussy into my face so actively that once I had finished cleaning her I went right on to make yet another mess. It was worth it though as Sam had another sensational orgasm before falling in a heap onto my head.
“Fuck, Sam,” she whispered in my ear, “that is one great way to start the day. I could really get used to that.”
I smiled and kissed her, allowing her to taste herself from my lips and face. “I don’t think I’d mind that myself.” I took her hand, leading it to my cock. All my work so far had made me hard again—hard enough that it actually hurt in spite of having cum several times the previous evening. Sam wrapped her hand around me, stroking slowly but strongly.
“Oh, Sam,” I groaned, “Jerk me off…please…please jerk me off.” I looked into her face and was surprised by the expression she wore. It was one of power and dominance—one I would come to see many times in the weeks and months ahead. She sat up and, moving a breast to my mouth, went to work on me. She spit on her hand, rubbing it into my cock. Not quite satisfied, she sat up farther so she could drool saliva onto my helmet. She must have done this before because she was doing a great job, rubbing the helmet with both hands while running up and down my shaft. I felt I was getting close; my breathing was heavy and rapid. My cock shook and jerked as I blew a load a foot into the air. Five times cum spurted from my cock, settling mostly on my abdomen and Sam’s hands. She squeezed the last drops out of me then surprisingly brought her hands to my mouth. I licked and sucked my own jiz from her fingers. She managed to scrape up almost all the semen she could find and when she did I drank and sucked her fingers clean. I had never done anything like that before, but it was surprisingly hot and something I’d definitely do again.
It was Sunday morning, a time I usually went to church, but I figured I could miss for such a special occasion—it wasn’t every day I was entertained by a super-hot 28 year-old woman in her bed. We rose and showered together, ate a simple breakfast and went back to bed. We fucked all day and just before we went out to dinner Sam asked me about tomorrow. “I have a lot of time off coming. I’ll use some of it if we can stay together. I called my office, leaving a message that I’d be taking some time off and when I hung up she did the same. I suggested we go to my place so we could have the privacy to be outdoors and use the pool. Sam packed a small suitcase and also brought a mid-sized leather valise.
I live in the country just outside town on fifty acres of heavily wooded land. I have two acres cleared near the middle so there’s plenty of space buffering me from the nearest neighbor. Additionally, I have an eight foot high privacy fence surrounding the back yard where I have the pool. My wife and I used to swim naked there in complete security and privacy. I parked the Beemer in the garage and led Sam into the house. I offered to carry the bags, but Sam insisted on carrying the valise herself.
As the week progressed I noticed that Sam was becoming more and more assertive and more demanding in what she wanted and expected me to do. As she did I became more submissive to her, allowing her to control our activities and dominate me. It was Saturday morning, exactly one week since we had met that I was eating her pussy. “Do you enjoy pleasing me, Sam?”
“Yes,” I replied, “I love it.”
“What would you do to please me, Sam? How far would you go?”
I looked up from her pussy, my face glistening with her juices, gulped several times before telling her, “Anything…I’d do anything.”
She rose from the bed standing above me, her hands on her slender hips like an Amazon—a goddess—so strong, determined, and forceful. I knew I could not resist her. “Well, let’s see, shall we? Finger my ass, Sam. Fuck my ass with your fingers.” I moistened my fingers in her cunt and pushed them into her ass. I was licking and sucking her clit while working her tight ass when she told me to stop. “Take your fingers out and lick them, Sam. Put them in your mouth and suck them clean.” I looked up. Her eyes were locked onto mine, her expression one of authority and domination. Meekly I pulled my fingers out and put them into my mouth. I licked them clean, sucking off any remnant of her ass. “Show me,” she demanded. When I did she smiled, patted my head and told me, “Good boy. Now do it again.” I repeated, fucking her glorious ass for almost thirty seconds before plunging my dirty fingers into my mouth.
“Again?” I asked.
“Yes, once more—both hands this time.” I moistened two fingers on each hand and plunged them into her ass. “Deeper, Sam, put them in all the way.” All four fingers were in her ass. They rubbed her bowel walls with every stroke. After a minute this time Sam told me to stop. “That feels incredible, but that’s not the point of this exercise, is it? Take them out and clean them—all four in your mouth, now.” I licked and sucked those fingers furiously until they were spotless. I grinned when I showed them to her. “Very, very good, Sam; I do believe you.”
I was about to return to eating her cunt, but she stopped me. “We can finish that later. We have more important business to deal with now, Sam. You like it when I tell you what to do, don’t you?”
I hung my head in submission, looking up at her standing tall over me and whispered, “Yes.”
“I didn’t hear you, Sam.”
“Yes,” I repeated, “I love it when you tell me what to do.”
“You enjoy being dominated and controlled, don’t you?”
I gulped, my head down in submission, “Yes…Yes, I do enjoy it. I love it when you dominate me.”
“Good boy, Sam, I think you’d enjoy serving me as much as you enjoy servicing me, wouldn’t you?”
Again I replied meekly, “Yes.”
“Do you fully understand what I’m suggesting—that you would be at my beck and call to use as I wish—to use you and, perhaps even abuse you—your body to give me pleasure?”
“Yes, that’s exactly what I want.”
“Good, again, now if you’re going to serve me, what will I be? What will my role be?”
“My Mistress?” I gulped.
“Correct, now what will you be?”
“Your slave.” I hung my head again, deeper in my submission to her.
“Is this what you want to do—be my slave?”
I looked up at her again, my eyes pleading, “Yes…oh, yes…it’s what I want. I want to serve you. I want to be your slave.”
“Excellent, now come here and kneel at my feet.” I scrambled down to kneel near where she was standing. I was totally submissive to her. “Stay here!” She left the room, walked into the closet, and returned with a long thin object and her valise. She opened it and placed numerous items on the bottom of the bed. When she was finished she pointed me to the first item. “What’s this?”
“A paddle,” I replied just above a whisper.
“Right, and this one?”
“A riding crop.”
“Very good, slave. And this one?” It was the long thin object I’d seen her carry.
“A cane.”
“And why do I have these items?”
“To discipline and punish me if I am bad and don’t please my mistress.”
“Excellent, now what are these?
“Restraints, so you can do anything you want to me—secure me during discipline or for your sexual pleasure.”
“Good, and these?”
“A cock cage and restraining rings, so I don’t play with myself, get erections, or cum without your permission.”
“And the final one?”
“A collar, to remind me always that I am your property, to remind me that my body belongs totally to you.”
“You’ve done very well, slave, but I have still one additional item in the valise. Take it out and tell me about it.”
I reached into the valise and removed a strap-on with a big dildo, almost ten inches long and very thick. “It’s a strap-on,” I explained, “so you can fuck my ass to remind me that every part of my body is yours to do with as you please.”
“I am amazed by you, slave. You scored a hundred. Now come over here and put this on.” She had pointed to the cock cage. I unlocked the brass Master padlock and selected what I thought would be the correct size ring—it had to be tight, but not too tight. Carefully I pushed my cock into the steel ring followed by each of my heavy balls—it was a very tight fit. I took the other part, added a bit of lube, slid my cock into the stainless steel cage and brought the two pieces together. I locked them and handed my Mistress the key.
She had picked up the collar. It was solid stainless steel, hinged in the middle, about a half-inch high and an eighth thick. She wrapped it around my neck—it was also a fairly tight fit– and fastened it together. “This uses a special set screw with an irregularly shaped Allen wrench. Once I put it on you only I can take it off.”
“I won’t take it off, Mistress, I won’t want to. I’ve been praying all week for this moment.” I looked up briefly to see the wrench suspended between her magnificent breasts by a thin silver chain.
“Now I need to make sure you understand and accept my authority. Pick out one of the punishment implements for me to use on you.” I moved to the other side of the bed, selecting the cane. It was a four-foot piece of flexible bamboo. “Interesting, slave, you picked the most painful one.”
“I want you to know how much I want to serve you. Where do you want me, Mistress?”
“Come here and lean over the table.” I did while she retrieved the restraints. She ran a rope from my right wrist cuff around the leg at the other end of the table across to the leg opposite and tied it off tightly at the cuff on my left wrist. She tied each leg cuff to the table legs beneath me. I was spread eagled at the edge of the table. She picked up the cane and whipped it through the air. Finally, she was ready. Whoosh-smack–the cane bit into my buttocks.
“Thank you, Mistress, I needed that,” a tear forming in my eye. The pain was exquisite.
Again, she swung, cutting a welt into my ass cheeks; again I thanked her. Ten more times she swung and connected before she figured I’d had enough. It was worth suffering the pain to feel her soothing hands caress my ass immediately following my punishment, but I knew she wasn’t done yet. She stepped into the strap-on, lubed it as well as my ass and pushed it into me. Truthfully, it hurt like hell but I wasn’t going to complain. Eventually, my ass relaxed and the nerve endings in my anus began to appreciate the intrusion. I’m sure I would have gotten a massive hard-on had I not been wearing the cage which was specifically designed to prevent me from getting an erection. All the same I had been close to cumming just from the action in my ass. My Mistress must have noticed because she remarked, “You liked that too much; that wasn’t much of a punishment.”
She untied me, attached a metal link leash to my collar and led me to the bathroom. “I have to pee. Get into the shower with me and kneel. Open your mouth and let’s see how much you can catch and drink.” She placed one leg on the shower seat as I scooted into position. She started when she thought I was right under her pussy. Her hot urine trickled down onto my face until I moved, catching almost all of it in my mouth. “Drink it!” she ordered. I did. When she was finished I moved up to lick away any remaining droplets. After drying myself she returned to the bed.
She fluffed the pillows and sat back at about a sixty degree angle and spread her legs. “I believe I interrupted you, slave.”
“Thank you, Mistress, I love eating your delicious pussy.” I dove in with a relish. I licked and sucked her for almost thirty minutes before she begged me to make her cum. Even a slave has some power. I sucked her clit—hard and hot and extremely swollen—between my teeth. She came so hard she squirted repeatedly, bathing my grateful face in her juices.
I looked back on the events of the past week quite pleased with the outcome. Sam Warner was one of the richest and most powerful men in the county, if not the state, yet I was willingly the slave—the property–of a 28 year old woman. I didn’t tell her, but I had been a slave before—for more than forty years. My wife Marjorie had also been my Mistress. I would come home stressed from building my empire but, once there, she made all the decisions for me. I always told people that she wasn’t much into sex, but, in fact, I ate her or fucked her or she fucked me every single day of those forty-plus years. I had been looking for a Mistress ever since she had died, and now I had found one.
Next: Part 2—The Worm Turns

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Teacher, Teacher chapter 2

It was now two weeks since the young teachers had returned from Mexico and they had yet to talk. In fact they hadn’t talk on the way home either. They mostly slept and tried to keep a low profile. When Sandy went through customs, the agent looked at her in her club wear and she knew he thought she was a slut. Then he opened her suitcase. Sandy gasped as there were no clothes in it, and it was filled with all sorts of sexual devices.

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Teacher, Teacher chapter 3

Sandy was now finished pleasuring her two Mistresses. Her tongue and jaw were sore and her face and chest was covered with cum. Anita looked down at her slave and told her to go home. There would be instructions when she got there. Standing she grabbed the coat and wrapped it around her body.

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Baby-sitters Delight: Joyce

First in what I hope to be an ongoing series. Very little to no sex in this chapter, mostly just back story and set up for what comes in later chapters. Constructive criticism is always welcome.
Baby-sitters Delight: Joyce
Joyce Silverman ran out the door of the office building where she worked as an executive assistant, fearful she might miss her bus home and be late for dinner. Her long black hair streamed out behind her as she ran down the block. Reaching the bus stop with a couple minutes to spare, she stopped to catch her breath. As her breath returned, she caught sight of herself in the plastic side of the bus shelter. Staring back at her was a woman that could have been any other normal working single mother. The skin on her face was smooth, clear and firm. A fact she was proud of, as it made her look much younger than the forty years of age she was. The eyes that stared back with large and brown, what many would call doe eyes. They were bright and clear, unless one looked very closely and saw the weariness behind them.
How did it come to this? She thought to her reflection. Six months ago I had my own car, my independence and a healthy bank account.
You know how this happened. You wanted it to happen. Her reflection answered back with a small smile.
Yes, I did, but I never dreamed it would go this far, but this all encompassing. She looked at how she was dressed in her reflection. Her skirt was just a couple of inches too short to be proper for the office, but not short enough to draw comment. The same with the heels she wore, just a little too high to be working in all day, but not so high to be noticeable. Most of all she was aware of what she was wearing, or not wearing under her clothes. Her half-cup bra lifted her firm 36B breasts, but left the nipples bare to poke thru the silk of her blouse. Only silk tops for her, to stimulate her nipples and keep them stiff. Under her skirt she was bare, other than shoes, she was only allowed only article of clothing below her waist.
The bus came to a halt at the corner, the hiss of its airbreaks snapping her out of her thoughts. She entered the bus and paid her fare with the last two dollars in her purse. She found a seat near the front, and sat down with a heavy sigh, her mind going back to the events of six months ago.
She had just divorced her abusive alcoholic husband of 15 years and moved away to find a new life for her and her thirteen year old daughter. She found a two bedroom house in a nice suburban neighborhood, full of families. There was a good school nearby that came highly recommended by the neighbors. It would be a prefect restart to their life she thought. That was until the day she met Allison, her neighbor’s sixteen year old daughter and her world was turned upside down.
They had just arrived at their new house and were moving boxes in when she first saw Allison. Joyce had just grabbed a couple of boxes out of the truck and turned around when she caught sight of the young beauty standing on the lawn next door. Joyce noticed right away the cut off shorts the girl wore, and how they showed off her long, firm and tanned legs. The girl’s T-shirt was tight and Joyce could see she wasn’t wearing a bra, the girls nipples were visibly making small tents in the shirt. The girl smiled at Joyce, her brilliant white teeth standing out in contrast to the golden tan of her face. Joyce knew right away she was in love, well, more like lust.
Joyce had always harbored a secret attraction for teen girls. She loved their smooth firm skin, the fresh scent of their bodies and their sweet innocence. Most of all was the lure of such forbidden fruit. It was a desire she never acted on, not wanting to risk losing her daughter or going to jail. She did enjoy going to the mall or the beach and secretly checking them out, but that was as far as she went. She also had a large collection of stories and pictures she had downloaded off the Internet to help curb her desire to act out her fantasies.
“Hi!” The girl said cheerily as she approached Joyce, her shoulder length blond hair glowing in the warm sun. “I’m Allison, I guess you’re our new neighbors huh?”
“Hello Allison” Joyce dropped her eyes as she spoke. There was something about this girl’s presence that was intimidating. The boxes in her arms were starting to become heavy and she started to turn to put them back down in the truck “Yes, I guess we are. I’m Joyce and my daughter Elizabeth is around her someplace,”
” You have a daughter? Cool! How old she is?” Allison moved to block Joyce from putting the boxes down in the truck. She smiled in a friendly way. but Joyce could have sworn there was a hint of a darker intent behind it.
“Liz is thirteen” Joyce gave a nod towards the house “There she is now.”
They both turned to look as a young girl came running out of the front door. Her skinny legs flashing under the loose summer dress that flapped around them as she ran towards them. She looked much like her mother, long black hair and just a hint of her hips starting to fill out into womanhood. She ran up to the both of them.
“I love this house Mom!” she turned to Allison “HI! I am Elizabeth, but everyone calls me Liz, you can call me Liz too. who are you?” She said in a breathless rush.
“Hello Liz, I am Allison, a pleasure to met you and your mother.” She said with a smile.
Joyce turned and handed the boxes to Liz. “Here honey, take these inside. They go in the kitchen.” She turned back around, pushing a loose strand of hair out of her face, to find Allison had moved to stand very close to her. They both stood silently and watch the younger girl go back into the house, then Allison turned to face Joyce.
Allison looked deep into Joyce’s eyes and smiled again “You know Joyce, if you ever need a night out I would love to baby-sit for you, or just come over and hang out with you and Liz.” As she spoke Allison ran a fingernail lightly down the side of Joyce’s arm, sending shivers thru the older woman’s entire body. The fresh scent of strawberries hung in the air around the girl, clouding Joyce’s mind. “Well, I should get back home, but I am sure we will be seeing a lot more of each.” She gave Joyce a sly wink and walked slowly back towards her house. Joyce watched her walk away, admiring the teen’s bottom in the tight shorts. As she reached the door of her house, Allison turned towards Joyce and blew her a kiss, then disappeared inside. Joyce knew, in the pit of her stomach, this girl was going to be trouble for her.
The next couple of weeks passed in relative quiet for Joyce and Elizabeth. They spent their time unpacking and settling into their new house. Joyce started to find her way around at her new job and was making friends there quickly. Since it was summer, Allison had offered to hang out of Elizabeth during the day while Joyce was at work. Joyce was happy to Elizabeth wouldn’t be home all day by herself and had made a new friend.
Many evenings, as Joyce would be getting home from work, her teen neighbor would be out in her yard. It seemed that girl would purposely time it to be emerging from the house just as Joyce arrived home. Allison would usually be dressed in cut off shorts that showed a hint of the bottom of her butt and a small bikini top. On most occasions, the girl would approach the car and plant herself in Joyce’s way and block her from moving towards the house. Often the girl would stand very close while talking to Joyce and would frequently touch her older neighbor on the arm or shoulder. When Joyce would try to move away, the teen would move to block her again. At times, she suspected that the girl might have been flirting with her, but thought that was too much to hope for. It made Joyce a little nervous to be around the girl, not sure she could continue to fight her own growing desire. Nonetheless, thoughts of the girl would fuel her late night masturbation sessions.
At the end of her second week one of her coworkers invited Joyce to join a group of ladies from work for a girls night out. Joyce didn’t accept right away, but said she would have to see if she could arrange for a baby-sitter first. That evening, when she got home, she once again found Allison outside laying in a lounge chair sunning herself. Today she was wearing a tiny bikini bottom that barely covered her sex, and a top that was nothing more then some string and a couple of triangles of cloth covering her nipples, leaving most of her young breasts bare. Joyce remained in her car for a few minutes, unsure she would be able to control herself around this girl while she was dressed like that.
She finally screwed up her courage and got out of the car and waved to the young girl “Hey Allison, can you come here for a minute?”
Allison stood from the chair “Sure thing Ms. Silverman.” She jogged over to Joyce, her pert breasts barely staying in her small top.
Lord help me Thought Joyce as she watch the girl jog over to her. What I wouldn’t give for the string on that top to break.
“Something you need?” Asked Allison, standing in front of the older woman, her legs slightly parted, hands on her hips.
Oh yes there is, but I can’t have it Said the voice in Joyce’s head as she eyed the girl. “Yes, I was wondering if you would be available to baby-sit tomorrow night for me. Some girls from work are going out and invited me along”
“Sure! That would be no problem, I really had no plans anyway” replied Allison. She took a step closer, her thinly covered breasts lightly brushing along the older woman’s arm “Maybe, if you aren’t too tired when you get home, you and I can get to know one another better too.”
Joyce felt herself blush at the contact of the girls breasts on her arm “Y-yes, that might be nice.”
“OK, super!” Allison leaned in a planted a small quick kiss on her cheek “See you tomorrow then” She turned and walked slowly back to her own house. Joyce remained where she was, her hand on her cheek. Did she just kiss me?
That night was a near sleepless one for Joyce, visions of Allison in that tiny bikini floating thru her head, her cheek still burned where the girl had kissed it. She masturbated to several orgasms, all to the thoughts of her little teen neighbor girl.
The doorbell ring promptly at 7 P.M. the next night, just as Joyce was putting the finishing touches on her makeup. She came down the stairs a few minutes later to find Liz and Allison standing in the front hallway, talking about some TV show they had both watched the previous evening. She stopped when she saw Allison was in a short skirt, one that barely went past her bottom, and a thin T-shirt, The visibility of her nipples proving that she wasn’t wearing a bra.
“Wow! Mom, you look gorgeous!” Liz said when she saw her mother standing at the bottom of the stairs.
“Yeah, Ms Silverman you look hot.” Allison was eyeing her up and down. She raised her eyes to look directly into Joyce’s and gave her lips a very subtle little lick with the tip of her tongue.
Joyce blushed a little at this comment, and the sight of the tip of the girl’s pink tongue.”Thank you girls. Allison I don’t know what time I will be home, but Liz goes to bed at 11. There are snacks and drinks in the fridge.”
“Mom! It’s summer and besides its the weekend, why do I have to go to bed at 11?” Liz whined.
“Because… “Joyce was startled to distraction by the sight of what Allison was doing behind Liz. The girl was slowly licking her finger and lightly running it over her nipples that were showing clearly thru her shirt. Joyce struggled to not stare or let her daughter notice what she was looking at. Allison locked eyes with Joyce, licked her lips and smiled. It was a smile that said I know you want this. She was sure now this girl was trying her best to seduce her, and knew that it was working. That thought filled her with an equal mix of fear and excitement. With great effort she was finally able to tear her eyes off the teen beauty and turned to her daughter. “Because that is your bedtime, you know that. OK girls have fun and don’t cause any trouble!” With that, Joyce headed out the door.
Joyce spent the next several hours in a mental fog, not really paying any attention to what her coworkers were talking about over their drinks. Her thoughts were filled with images of Allison in various modes of dress and, to her shame and excitement, undress. Finally around 12:30, she told her coworkers she was going to call it a night, claiming to be tired and needing to get her baby-sitter home. Pulling her car out of the parking lot, she turned to take the long way home in an attempt to give herself some time to calm down. As she drove slowly home, her thoughts were solely of Allison and the things she wanted to have the girl to do her. She felt her panties getting moist with the hope that tonight would be the night her fantasy would come true. She finally admitted to herself, with some fear and even more excitement, she would eventually give in to the young temptresses flirtations. She pulled into the drive way of her home and shut the car off. Sitting there quietly in the dark car for a few moments, she thought over what she was about to do. She screwed up her courage to face what ever maybe waiting for her in the house and walked up to the front door and with a deep breath, opened it.
She stood in the front entry way, softly closing the door behind her. The hallway was softly lit by a light from the living room and she could hear the TV playing quietly. Standing there, her hand still on the doorknob, she didn’t know whether to be afraid or excited that Allison might still be up. She took off her coat, hung up it and walked into the living room.
She stopped in sudden shock and horror when she saw what was playing on the TV. On the screen, in living color, was herself, naked and tied to the bed, her ass was thrust up and a very rosy red. She immediately recognized the scene from a time she had been cheating on her husband with a younger secretary from work. That girl had turned out to have a very kinky and sadistic streak and it had turned Joyce on to be tied down and spanked and used however the girl wanted to use her. The volume on the TV was down but she could hear her imagine on the screen begging to be taken in the ass hard and calling herself all sorts of filthy names. As the full impact of what she was seeing hit her a small gasp escaped from her. which drew the attention of Allison, whose back had been to her.
Allison looked over her shoulder and saw her older neighbor standing in the doorway. She smiled and grabbed the remote to shut the TV off as she stood from the couch. She walked with a slow confident air over to Joyce and stood in front of her.”Some very interesting home movies you have Ms. Silverman”
“Where? How?” Joyce was too stunned to speak. She knew that an even darker secret of hers exposed. Ever since that tryst with the young secretary, Joyce was not only attracted to younger girls, she also dreamed of being dominated by them. In the deepest darkest corners of her mind she fantasized about being slapped, called names, and kneeling at the feet of a beautiful teen girl.
“Well, you see, Liz went to bed a little early, and I was bored. So I used your computer to check my email. Well, that didn’t take very long, so feeling very wicked, I decided to do a little snooping to see what you might have on there.” Allison reached out and gently lifted Joyce’s head by the chin so they were looking into each others eyes. ” You know what I found? A whole bunch of stories. Dirty, naughty stories of older women doing all sorts of dirty and nasty things to please younger girls. Some of them even a little underage.” Allison leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on the older woman’s lips. She continued to kiss her way slowly and softly up the side of Joyce’s face to her ear, where the young girl whispered “I read one or two of them and they made me hot.” The last word coming out in a breathless whisper. She raised one hand to grasp the older mother’s breast and started to squeeze it while rubbing up and down over the protruding nipple.
Joyce was in too much of a daze to speak. She tried, she opened her mouth but no sound come out. Allison’s hand on her breast was sending electric shocks straight through her body to her loins. At that moment she was ready to drop to her knees and do anything this young tormentor asked of her. Suddenly the hand left her breast and traveled light down her side and over her stomach. Pausing only long enough to unsnap and unzip her pants before it continued into them. Joyce knew she should stop this, that it was wrong from many reasons, but she her body had taken over and she slowly spread her legs to allow that hand easier access to her nether regions. A fingertip come to rest lightly on her clit and she let out a small moan.
“Please. Don’t.” Come out of her in a small whisper.
Allison only giggled at her whispered plea. “I was hot and needed to get off, so I went looking through your dresser, to see if you have any toys I could use. Well, imagine my surprise when I found this little home movie of yours.” As she spoke, the tip of her middle finger was slowly moving in small, light circles over the tip of the older woman’s clit.
“Please. Don’t” Joyce whispered again, even weaker this time. Her hand came up to grab the wrist of her tormentor. In her she mind wasn’t clear if she was attempting to pull the hand away or tighter into her.
“But Ms. Silverman, you seem to be enjoying this.” Allison’s finger pressed against the clit harder as it started to rub it faster.
“Please.” Her grip tightened on the wrist she held as she began to pant from the attention her clit was getting “Don’t”
“Don’t?” OK.” Allison said with a wicked smile and pulled her fingers out of the desperate woman’s pants. She held them up in front of Joyce’s face where they both could see how they glistened with wetness. She slowly slid the finger into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked on it. Releasing the finger from her mouth with a pop, she smiled at the cowering woman in front of her. “Ms. Silverman, you taste simply delicious.”
Joyce could only moan in despair. She glanced quickly at the stairs, desperately hoping Liz wouldn’t wake up and interrupt this fulfillment of her fantasies. She stared into the ice blue eyes of the young teen blonde in front of her, wanting to feel those fingers on her again. This young girl has so quickly drove to the heart of everything she had dreamed of that she knew she would never be able to resist. She wanted to say something but at the moment words failed her and all she could squeak out was a feeble “Please.”
Allison smiled and raised her hand to gently stroke the side of the face of the dark haired woman in front of her. With a sudden movement she turned and walked back across the room where she quickly ejected the DVD she had been watching and slide it into her purse. ” I think I am going to keep this and watch the rest of it later.” She gave one breast a quick squeeze as she walked past Joyce to the front door. As she opened the door she looked back and said “I will be home all day tomorrow. If you want to continue, you know where I am.” With that, she walked out the door.
Joyce heard the front door close with a soft click and fell to the floor. She curled up in a fetal position and burst into tears as her fingers worked furiously in her crotch.
End Chapter One.

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Earning a little extra – Part 2

This picks up from right where Part 1 left off. Steve has just made love to me, his “boyfriend”. Now I’m about to find out some of the truth of what brought him to this point. What went on in his previous relationship? Enjoy.

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Naughty Babysitter

OK readers, here comes a LONG story that I have been working on for a while. I don’t think this will become a series unless I get requests for it. Tina comes home early and finds a surprise in her bedroom, the babysitter masturbating on her bed. She could just fire the girl, but decides to punish her, while living out one of her fantasies.

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What a Teenager does with mind control. P1. (repost)

What a Teenager does with mind control. P1. (repost)
BY ANDREAS2
Just a fantasy I’ve had for a while.
Wasn’t really sure how to begin the ‘obtaining’ of the powers, but that wasn’t really part of my fantasy, so I decided to write my real fantasy first and if I get good feedback make it into a bit of a series with a prequel etc.
So please rate and constructive criticism appreciated!
(Posting again because I accidently published it, was only meant to post it to my account as a final draft. Anyway this version contains grammatical fixes and slight errors with the story. Enjoy).
This secret was bursting to get out of me and I really needed to talk to someone about it. Brainstorm. Get some ideas of how to use it, how to abuse it. Man, the thoughts of what I could do were giving me so much excitement, I couldn’t sit still. Ok, I was showing off a bit by telling someone but what’s the point of having a power if you don’t share it with a mate? Besides, who wouldn’t want to be mates with someone who could get you laid with any girl or girls of your dreams?
Now I just needed to figure out whom to tell…took only a second to think about. Tom. I’ve always liked Tom, he’s a great bloke. He’s the kind of guy to keep the party going and just generally enlighten the mood and atmosphere. He never tells others anything and I always liked talking about shit to Tom, I mean about girls and stuff. I can’t really describe it but whenever Tom enters a conversation he keeps the vibe going. He was always a great bloke to have around.
I went to sleep with a plan formulating in my head for the next day of school. Well, I’d hardly call it a master plan, but a way to break it to Tom. I’ll just say, that although Tom is a bit of a party animal, smokes weed gets drunk when he can, he is still an innocent, sweet virgin who hasn’t gotten further than second base. Like I said, our group is rather innocent.
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I woke at 6am to my alarm. Normally I’d be pressing snooze over and over until it was 7.30, but today I was instantly wide awake and put my ‘plan’ into motion.
I got my mobile and dialled Tom’s number. I knew he’d be asleep but if I sounded urgent enough he’d listen.
“Hello…” What’d I say; half asleep.
“Yo Tom, sorry to wake you up, but I got something fucking awesome, so awesome you’d jizz in your pants if I told you. Look, can I pick you up and we go to school early?”
“What? Dude I’m in bed. Nothing can be more awesome than sleeping another hour.” He has no idea.
“Dude, look I’m dyyyying to tell someone. Or did you just want to meet at school?”
“Jeeeez man. You sound like a little kid who just got their first erection.” This was more awesome.
He continued, “Seriously though dude, did you like win tats-lotto or some shit? You sound reallllllly happy.”
“Better.”
“What? Better than winning 20 million dollars?” Ohhh yes.
“Yep.”
“No shit?”
“No shit. I’m sharing the holy grail with you mate.”
There was some silence then he said, “Pick me up at 7. Better be worth it!” then hung up.
“You have no idea.” I said aloud as I hung up and went downstairs for some breakfast.
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I picked Tom up and he immediately wanted to know the score. I told him to wait until we got to school; I couldn’t really talk and drive at the same time, well I can, just not about…you know, and it doesn’t set the right mood. My plan required us to be at school anyway. To pass the time we just put some AC/DC full blast until we got to school.
Once there we unloaded our bags into our respective lockers, met in the study area, chose a small study room and closed the door. These rooms were sound proof because they were next to teachers offices and students could talk and study in them.
The school was basically empty because it was so early, only a few early-rising teachers were there, but they camped at their offices so there was no chance of being overheard.
“So Aaron, what’s the big thing that’s better than 20 million dollars?” He asked.
I looked at him funny. I didn’t know how to word this.
“Are you still a virgin Tom?”
Asking this was always a touchy topic for him. He hated to admit it; I think he was rather ashamed to be basically 18 and still a virgin.
“Yes…what you going to get me laid or something?” He sounded annoyed.
I realised that I’d struck a nerve. I instantly regretted asking it. It was hardly relevant anyway.
“Actually sorry, I didn’t really mean to ask that. I was just wondering in my head if you were a virgin still and it just came out-”
He interrupted, “Dude it’s cool, go on.”
“Right. Well, we can change that. But I’ll just tell you what I wanted to say. Man I’m finding this hard to word. Now I know you’re gonna say that you don’t believe me blah blah blah, I certainly wouldn’t believe me either. But I’m just saying that what I’m gonna tell you is gonna sound fucked up and like total BS. You’ll think I’m nuts.”
I paused to let him process all that.
“Right OK. Go on.”
I took a big breathe and then I suddenly decided that I couldn’t be fucked breaking it him slowly. Better to just get it out there.
“I can control girls. Everything. Their thoughts, feelings, desires. Anything about them.”
He blinked slowly. “What?”
“You heard me. I can basically control a girl like controlling a SIMS character, like a puppet.”
He was silent for a few seconds before bursting out laughing.
I kept looking at him seriously, unappreciative of the laughing.
He noticed my sternness and stopped. “You’re serious?”
“Dead serious.”
“So you can make a girl do anything you want?”
“Yep.”
He smirked at that and said, “Well you’re right. I’m gonna need some proof.”
I was expecting him to say that. “Fair enough. Tom look out the window, into the hall. You see her?”
“Britt yeah?”
“Yeah. Would you like to lose your virginity to her? Would you like me to make her your girlfriend? Or would you simply like me to make her strip off right there so you’ll believe me?”
Tom stared at me wide eyed. I knew why. Brittany, aka Britt, was one of the hottest girls in our year level. She wasn’t part of our group, and I barely knew her, but smoking hot she was! She was part of the athletics team and was a championship runner. Her being there was no coincidence. I know she comes to school early to do work; I come to school early myself a bit and she’s always there. A lay with her wouldn’t be denied by any sane, straight man. Just the thought of her tanned, long, fit legs wrapped around you….Fuck! I was getting aroused. Stop thinking about her no stop! Shit, she’s looking at me. I’ve put some thoughts into her head. Calm down, calm down. I’ve just made her a bit horny. Bloody hell, I’m going to have to control myself better. If I got too horny I reckon every girl in a miles radius would be on top of me. I made a mental note to practice stopping my subconscious thoughts about people being transmitted to them.
Tom hadn’t noticed though, which was good, I’d rather explain the details of the power later. For now I just wanted to keep it simple. I was still eagerly waiting to hear Tom’s response, so I was looking at him. He just kept staring at me, still wide eyed, and then would glance at Britt. I think he was half expecting to wake up and find out it was a dream, or me to burst out laughing and say ‘had you going there Tom didn’t I?’ Hell, I don’t blame him; I still can’t believe it myself.
Eventually, he laughed a little, breaking the silence.
“Alright Mr. Mind-controller. Do it.” It was clear he wasn’t convinced, and thought I was nuts.
“What?”
“Make her strip off right there.”
I thought for a second but decided for obvious reasons it would draw too much attention, not to mention that it would be dog to her. I mean, controlling a girl’s desires for you without them knowing is bad, but they don’t know it, so it’s not so bad, but ruining their life…another story.
“I could do that, but she would get in trouble and I don’t want to drag too much attention yeah? But I’ll do this.”
I sent a little command and she reached under her school shirt and started unhinging her bra, which she placed on the table, then reached up her skirt and began sliding her panties down off her outstretched feet, placing these with her bra. I made her turn around and wink at us, for the icing on the cake.
Tom was flabbergasted; his jaw literally touched the ground.
“Satisfied?” I grinned.
With a quick mental push she picked her up underwear and strolled towards us, opening the door and throwing them on Toms lap.
“I thought you might like these.” She smiled at him, standing in front of him.
“Britt, your ears are now muted, and close the door.” I ordered. She obeyed.
“So man what do ya think?
“I…don’t…I can’t….what..are..you?”
To skip the freak-out part, I decided to quickly preoccupy him.
“Strip off, quickly” I commanded.
She immediately ripped her clothes off standing naked in front of us.
I got up and cupped one of her luscious tits in my hand, and slithered in her ear, just audible enough for Tom to hear.
“You will have an uncontrollable need to rip Tom’s clothes off and fuck him senseless or until you physically can’t anymore. I suggest in the corner there so teachers don’t see you.”
She immediately was grabbing at Tom’s clothes, unable to get them off fast enough, at the same time kissing him with Tom completely shocked at the whole situation. His face was priceless.
“Britt, when the bell goes, you will stop whatever you’re doing, get dressed here, go back to your desk where your books are, and then forget this ever happened. You will not remember a thing since you looked at me from your desk. Nod if you understand.” She looked at me and nodded, before swiftly returning to Tom.
I started walking out as I saw her mounting him on the ground, furiously grabbing at the belt to his pants.
I walked out and went next door to a teachers’ office. I told a female teacher to lock the study room for me, without looking inside. They are unlocked from the inside since it is a school, but I just wanted it locked for the benefit of Tom and his fuck buddy.
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I sat through my first two classes without really paying attention. Just hoping Tom would accept everything, and that he enjoyed himself. I’d find out soon enough at recess.
Eventually the bell rang and I put my books away and grabbed some food. I was on my way to our group’s turf before I got winded by a stray fist, dropping my food as I hunched over, before I got gripped in a tight head lock. I must say I was caught completely off guard.
“Start talking.” Tom said. After I recover I knew I could overpower him, but I decided to let him keep me in his grip to let him feel better.
“Tom, Chill. I got this…power..ability or whatever you want to call it on the weekend, I don’t know how or why.” I wheezed.
“I found out by just wishing mum to do something for me, like make me a smoothie, to give me 50 bucks, and she actually would, which she would never do. I thought she was sucking up to me or something, but I noticed something was odd cause she started complaining to me that she was missing money and that I was leaving smoothie ingredients out on the table, like she had no memory of doing it.” He eased up on his grip so I pushed his arms off me, standing back up.
“I also noticed that whenever I thought about any girl sexually they would look at me funny and most would blush. I soon discovered I could influence girl’s feelings by like simply feeling anything about them, thinking about anything that was about them. But if I simply focused I could control them like a puppet, and I could decide whether or not they remembered anything.”
There was a pause as he processed this.
“So you basically can control woman’s minds?” He asked
“Basically, yeah.”
After a bit of a pause, I asked. “So dude, what do you think?”
He seemed to have regained some composure. “Un-fuck-ing-be-liev-a-ble. What is this shit?” He stared at me with disbelief. He seemed genuinely frightened of me and shocked at the same time. It was quite confronting seeing your best mate look at you like that.
“Dude relax I’m on your side…” I trailed off as he began laughing his head off, slapping me on the back.
“Man dude, that is so fucking awesome! Have you told anyone else?” He asked sternly.
“Nah man, you’re the first one, probably won’t tell anyone else, at least for a while.”
He smiled. “That means a lot man. You must trust me a bunch. We’re going to have so much fucking fun with this. I must admit, when you told me about this last night…I was thinking of all the things you could were going to say…this wasn’t like any of the scenarios I imagined!”
I laughed. “I don’t blame ya.”
“Man, I can’t believe it. I’m no longer a virgin, and I lost it to one of the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. It’s too much.” He smiled, looking away nostalgically.
“Keep it in your pants dude, before you knock someone over.” We both laughed, I continued, “We’ll talk about this later, but mate, you might want to call your parents and say you’re sleeping at mine tonight. It’s Friday, my parents aren’t home and my sisters are overseas. Opportunity of a life time mate and we’re going to make the most of it.” I winked knowingly before heading back to the crowd, leaving him with a massive grin on his face.
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Throughout the day I proceeded to ask all the hot girls in our year level at school if they had anything on, demanding an honest response, and to all the ones that did, I told them to forget I said anything. But to the ones that were free, and were allowed to go out and stay the night at other people’s houses, I asked them to come to my house after school for a pool party, and if it was going to be a problem to their parents if they said they were staying at my house, I asked them to lie to them about where they were staying.
I compiled a list of everyone who could come and then just waited out the day with great anticipation.
Finally school ended and I dashed to my locker, packed my bag and met up with Tom. Normally we’d have a chat with the crowd but we had a bit of preparation to do. We headed to the car and I roared the engine to life and drove off.
“So, who’d you invite?” He asked.
“Girls I’d only rate 8 or higher, and they had to have nothing on and be able to lie to their parents that they were staying the night elsewhere.”
“Fuck, you did your homework. Give me some names.”
“Nah wasn’t hard man. I just asked them and if they couldn’t I told them to forget all that I said. Dude it’s going to be weird. I’ve got like 5 girls from our group going, yes, our sweet little innocent group and about 10 to 15 other girls from random other groups, like half a probably virgins half a probably sluts.”
“Should be interesting.” Tom grinned.
About half-way home he pointed to the side of the road, “Hey dude, pull over here. Gotta buy some shit.”
“Some grog yeah?”
“Yeah and some protection.” He winked knowingly.
“Shotty alcohol.”
“Meh, I’ll use self-checkout.”
“Smart. You’d be judged heavily if you bought like 10 packs in one hit.” I laughed.
“Hehe true.” He grinned.
We arrived back at the car with our respective supplies and resumed the trip home.
Once home, we got changed and waited.
Tom broke the silence, “Dude, do you reckon after tonight, you could do me a favour?”
“Anything man.”
He paused for a second, then said, “Make Kara my girlfriend, and only change her desires for sex; to be the same as mine.”
Kara was a smoking hot girl from our group, very nice girl. Although she was probably a 9.5 in terms of the body, she isn’t the sharpest tool in the shed and I couldn’t imagine having any intelligible conversations with her, and Tom was smarter than me. Each to his own, I suppose.
“Sure man, easy as pie.”
He smiled at me in appreciation.
“But if you’re going out, I can’t let you join me and my endeavours as that is…well, it’s unethical.”
“Dude, everything we’re doing here is ‘unethical’.”
“Yeah I guess you’re right. I can’t really talk. Well it’s unethical but as long as their minds are kept clean, I think it’s ok. But I still don’t like the idea of cheating on girlfriends, mind power or not.”
Tom nodded, even though I was aware he didn’t agree, I was letting him know I wasn’t going to be supporting it if he was. I had such strong views because this girl, Ashley, whom I lost my virginity to, cheated on me, and it hurt, a lot, and he knew this.
The intercom sounded.
“And so it begins.” I said, smiling widely, as I went to the intercom to let them in.
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Eventually all the girls were in the house; all that said would come came, about 15. Now they were just talking to each other like it was any other normal day. The fact that Tom and I were the only guys didn’t bother anyone the slightest, not even the fact that quite a few of them barely knew us at all.
However, this ‘chatting’ was not really what I had in mind.
“Want to go for a swim everyone?” I shouted above the conversations.
Based on all the ‘yes’ answers I heard, it was a dumbass question.
“Only downside is that some forgot their bathes, but they don’t really care, so they’re skinny dipping! Just so no one is singled out; I think it would be only fair that we all skinny dipped.”
Everyone was all too happy to agree with me, even heard a few ‘that’s an upside not a downside’ comments. Everyone started stripping off, throwing their clothes down and heading towards our heated, indoor pool. I waited by the pool door as I watched the 15 smoking hot chicks walk past me, naked as the day they were born. What was really funny was that none seemed to notice they were naked. They just kept talking to each other like it the most normal thing in the world, some just commenting on each other’s bodies, and some simply saying that it was a bit cold. I’d have to look into that later, but right now I was as hard as I was ever going to be.
I started taking my shorts off as Tom pulled me to the side.
“Hey dude, do you reckon you could just do the girlfriend thing now, and I take her upstairs for the night?”
“Umm I guess. Not interested in the group?” I asked.
“Nah man, I just, look, I really like Kara. I’ve liked her for ages. So I really just want to be with her, I don’t want to screw others in front of her, mind spell or not.”
I sighed, “I guess man, you could of told me and I would of brought another dude to share these girls with.”
“Yeah, sorry man, I should’ve told you not to invite Kara.”
I was pissed but I didn’t show it, “Well ok, but remember if I do this you can’t join me as long as you’re going out with Kara.”
“Yeah I know dude.”
I called for Kara just as everyone started jumping in the pool. She approached us with her nice luscious tits bouncing as she came to us.
“What’s up?” She asked.
“Everything I told you about coming to my house, all commands and parameters, you can forget. You’re now Tom’s girlfriend, you’ve always had a crush on him and now you’ve just said yes to him asking you out. You’re excited about it and will do your best to make it work out, and you will always be happy to have sex with Tom. Tonight you want to consummate your relationship. You will forget that I talked to you about this and you will think that Tom and you both asked me if you could use my house while it was empty. Nod if you understand.”
She nodded. “Thanks for letting us come here Aaron.”
She then suddenly looked at the pool with all the naked girls jumping around, and then at herself. She reached up and covered her tits and pussy.
“What…why am I naked?” She gasped.
“Oh yeah, you will not remember any other girls being here once you leave the house. You will not realise you are naked until you are upstairs with Tom, and you will think he undressed you. Nod if you understand.”
She nodded. Tom smiled and said, “Let’s go upstairs babes.”
“Sure.” She smiled back at Tom.
I whispered to Tom, “Just giving her enough parameters of programming so she doesn’t wonder anything.”
“It’s all good mate, I understand.” He responded.
“Make sure to tell me if I forget anything, like if she finds something wrong. Remember, if I stuffed anything up I can just undo anything, no permanent damage done.”
“Thanks man. I’ll keep it in mind.”
Tom took hold her firm ass as they hobbled around the pool to go upstairs to the guest room.
I looked at the pool and looked at all the female bodies throwing beach balls around and splashing on each other. Even without Tom here, all I could say was, this was going to be one hell of a night.
I sat down in the spa and asked Alara, a short sexy girl, if she wanted to join me. She got out of the pool and jumped in the spa, and went to sit on my lap, facing me. I flipped her around so she would sit on me facing away, and as she descended down I lined up my already rock-solid cock so it would enter her. Slowly she a squatted down, I closed my eyes as I took in the feeling; her depths being stretched and her warmth enveloping my mate until I was fully buried inside her, a moan escaping her lips. For a few minutes we didn’t do anything, she was still quite content sitting still and I was simply admiring the view of all the beautiful bodies playing in the pool while I savoured the feeling if Alara’s hot love hole gripping my member. I reached over to the controls on the side of the spa and turned ‘jets’ and ‘air bubbles’ on.
I decided I wanted to know what people were thinking of this party, I still didn’t fully understand the effects of my commands on people, just knew that they worked. So it was as good as an opportunity as any to ask Alara. I leaned her back and gripped her hips to hold her still.
“Hey Alara..”
“Yeah Aaron.”
“Why did you come to my house?”
“Because you invited me.”
“But you hardly know me.”
“I do now.”
“No you don’t, we hardly speak to each other.”
“Well I feel like I’ve known you for years. We should talk more often.”
“Ok, have you every skinny dipped with 15 girls and 1 guy before?”
“No.”
“Don’t you think it’s weird?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because you asked me to Aaron. Nothing is weird with you. I can do whatever I want when I’m with you, without any worries.”
Ok…I don’t remember commanding that, “Why is that?”
“I trust you.”
“Really why?”
“I don’t know, you just seem a very trustworthy person. I’ve never trusted anyone as much as I trust you.”
So, me commanding people…is it simply making them ‘trust’ me more than comprehension, more than anything, and that is why they do whatever I want?
“So if I asked you to jump off a bridge and kill yourself, would you do it?”
“Probably,” She turned back, looked at me and smiled, “But I know you’re joking.”
“Yeah you got me. Ok I have another question. When I asked you to come into the spa, did you actually want to?”
“Yeah of course.”
“Why didn’t you just come to me and talk to me yourself?”
“I don’t know. I was talking with some of the girls and you just seemed you were busy talking with Tom and Kara.”
“Oh ok. What about now?”
“Now?”
“Did you find any problem, or wonder even the slightest, when you sat down on my cock?”
“No, I was going to try to anyway, but then you took the lead. I’ve never felt hornier for someone in my life.”
“Thanks.” I smiled.
I glanced up as two more girls jumped into the spa. One was Lara and another was Shez. Lara was my dream girlfriend, something which I might make a reality later; she was smoking hot, really nice to everyone, and really smart. She was part of our group, very conservative, so she was probably still a virgin. Shez was best friends with Lara but they were exact opposites. She hung around with the jocks, bit of a slut, but still really hot and fairly nice.
“Bit cold in the pool is it?” I asked them, noticing their rock hard nipples.
“Nah.” Lara said. “Just wanted to join you guys and get in the spa.”
“Yeah, it’s a good temperature.” I said.
Wow, I’m talking in the spa with 2 girls that were naked…and just unbelievably hot…while my cock was buried in another. Wow.
“So Shez and Lara, are you guys having fun?”
“Yes!” They said simultaneously.
“Wow, you really are!” I smiled.
“I don’t know, I just feel like I can be myself here. and everyone else is saying it too. Do whatever I want, and be happy. I can’t explain it.” Lara said.
“Just gotta relax a bit. Do your own thing.” I said. Man I’m such a lying dog, “So you guys are ok with skinny dipping?”
“Yeah, I’ve always wanted to do it with heaps of people.” Shez said.
“What’s the problem Aaron?” Lara asked, “You seem bothered by something.”
“Yeah I am. I’m just worried a little…I don’t really know why you guys are acting so normal about everything, as if you’ve all come here tons of times. I feel like I forced the skinny dipping thing and the coming here in the first place thing on you. Do you feel that way?”
“No, Aaron. I don’t feel like I’ve been forced to do anything. I wanted to come here, and I did. We all did. I wanted to go skinny dipping. Trust me. Everyone is happy to be here. You’re right when you say that it seems like we’ve been here a lot, it sure feels like we have, but I know we haven’t. I feel like I could live here without a single care in the world.” Lara said, “So long as you’re happy with it.”
“Why would you want to keep me happy?”
“So you keep inviting us here!” She giggled.
“Well ok. I just don’t want anyone to feel like they’ve been forced to come here or do anything they don’t want to do.”
“Don’t worry. We’re all actually just talking about how awesome your house is and the pool” Lara said.
“Cool.” I smiled, “I will say, the pool is pretty nice, my parents did a good job designing it.”
I was more confused with those answers, but it was worth it knowing that all this seemed to make the girls happy, and they didn’t feel like they were being forced to do anything. My commands must have made them think everything I told them was their own ideas, their own thoughts. I wonder why…I’d figure it out later…for now…
I started moving Alara around my cock. “Let’s get to it.” I said.
“Finally! Thought you’d talk all day, no offense.” She replied, as she proceeded to begin bouncing up and down.
“None taken. Well now that I’ve done my host-duties, and I know everyone’s cool, I feel better.”
I groaned at the sensations and I reached around her and grabbed her tits, helping her up and down, “and now I feel a loot better.” I said.
“I do too.” She sighed.
I began matching her ascents and descents with my hips, thrusting into her as she came down, and pulling back down as she went up. I heard some splashing and looked around as I saw some other girls getting in the spa. Lara scooted next to me and grabbed me around the waist as a sign of ownership and another girl named Neha, a small beautifully tanned half Indian chick, came to my other side. I took my hands of Alara’s tits and looped them around Neha and Lara. Alara couldn’t keep her balance without my hands, so she leaned back and grabbed my thighs and grinded her hips in a circular motion around my cock, leaning her head back in pleasure, her long hair draping onto my ticklish chest. I looked around and saw that all the girls were in the spa, they all must have gotten sick of the pool or just wanted to join in, it was pretty cramped, some girls were sitting on each other’s laps. Other than the girls preoccupied with me, Alara, Lara and Neha, all the girls were talking among each other, just about school work and stuff, nothing in particular, but it was just weird because they were seemingly oblivious to me having sex right in front of them. I guess this was the same thing when I thought that they would think it would be weird to have 15 girls skinny dip with 1 guy.
All of a sudden Alara squealed, “I’m cumming!” and then I felt her pussy walls grip and squeeze my cock, pushing me to the painful edge of just about cumming too. I looked at Alara and she was just sitting on my cock very still, she wasn’t passed out, just in a daze. I noticed my hips were squirming underneath her, taking a mind of their own trying to get a few last pumps so I could get off, but I couldn’t get enough thrust. God, it was killing me sitting on the edge. I was suffering from a major case of blue balls; I needed to get off.
“Lara, get her off and finish me off would you? I’m just about to cum but she’s in fairy land.” I said.
“Let’s do it doggy.” She whispered, “It will be hot doing doggy in front of everyone, even only for a few seconds.” Well, she wasn’t wrong.
I sat up and heaved Alara off me, sitting her down where I was sitting, before standing up in the middle of spa. Lara had wasted no time and already had her hands on the edge of the spa, between the shoulders of two chicks, with her ass sticking up proudly above the water. She was looking at me eagerly, wiggling her ass at me. I gripped her hips and lined up my cock, and in one steady push was buried in her, she gasped and so did I. This was the fourth pussy I had ever been inside, including Alara’s, and my god, was it the tightest, and the best by far!
“You’re so fucking tight Lara. My god!” I looked around to see what others thought of what I said…and a couple doing it doggy style right in front of them (not that there is anything weird about that at all). A few were looking at us, just taking the view in as if were a TV show. Some were fingering themselves from what I could see, and another few were just talking to each other as if it were normal, same as before. I thought about how hot that made it; the normality of the situation to them just made it seem so sexy, especially the ones that had their eyes on us.
And with that thought I started giving Lara the root of a lifetime. I drove my cock all the way in, before pulling out so only the head was in, then rinsing and repeating. Lara was meeting my thrusts, pushing back on me every time I went in and then easing up as I pulled out. Each thrust was met with a loud slap as my hips crashed into hers, and my balls slapping her on the ass. The consistent splashing of the water was making it seem louder than it was. Lara was gasping and moaning softly, and I was too. The feeling of her pussy was just incredible; it was so hot, wet and just so fucking tight. I’d have to check my dick for carpet burns afterwards, it felt like there was too much friction. Too bad I was already at my peak, would have been a great one if it lasted. After about a minute in I came back to the feeling of being on the edge and before I warn her I gave it one last push I squirted my load inside her, holding her hips as close to me as I could while I emptied my payload into her.
Gasping and panting I pulled her back as I bent my knees to sit down. Since the was no room I ended up sitting on another chick, who happened to Shez, with Lara sitting on my lap, my deflating cock slowly easing out of her. Shez reached her hands around me and Lara and gripped Lara’s hips, pulling them as hard as she could towards herself. This prevented my deflating cock from leaving Lara’s womb, which would make me hard again in no time.
“I always imagined losing my virginity to doggy style. I don’t know why.” Lara said. I actually forgot about that, her hymen must have already been broken somehow.
“You should have told me you were a virgin! I wouldn’t have asked you to do that, I didn’t even make you cum.” I felt a little bad.
“Don’t worry Aaron, I could’ve said no. It’s not liked you raped me or anything.” Hm, I wonder if mind altering counts as rape, “And you didn’t make me cum because you’d been screwing Alara for ages.”
“I guess.” I said.
After a few minutes, a girl named Madison said, “I’m getting out now; chlorine is starting to dissolve me.”
“Yeah, me too.” Another said.
I decided I’d get out too.
“Towels are in the cupboard there if you forgot one.” I suggested, “Don’t leave the pool room wet, dry off here or in the bathroom. Just don’t want water getting in the house. It gets pretty slippery.”
I told asked Shez to let go of Lara so she could get off me, and she did with a plop as my dick popped out of her. It was already becoming hard again. I ascended out of the love-spa, grabbing a towel and drying myself off. A few decided to stay in the spa. I thought about telling everyone to stay naked, but it was a bit cold, so I didn’t bother. After getting dressed, I went into the back room with the alcohol, grabbing a beer and started pouring shots.
A few girls emerged, some with their clothes on, some with a towel around them and a couple had dried off but were still nude. One of the ones without clothes on was Britt, the same Britt who raped Tom.
“Aren’t you cold?” I asked her.
“A little bit, but I love being naked.” She smiled.
“Fair enough.” I laughed. Still don’t know why they love it here so much. I never issued a command saying ‘love my house and love being yourself when you’re here’.
“Anyways, who wants some shots?” I raised my voice so everyone could hear.
A few didn’t like alcohol that much, so they passed, but most were all over it.
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7 shots later, I was off my face. I had them way too quickly. Probably had them over the course of 15 minutes. Was not a good idea.
I stumbled around the room until I hit a couch and slumped on it. I was perfectly content resting there until I had a weird thought go through my head. Normally I’d think twice about it, but being drunk, you don’t tend to do that much thinking.
At the top of my voice, focusing as much as I could, I shouted.
“All of you come fuck the shit out of me!”
Silence filled the room as I noticed every female looking at me.
Realization slowly sunk in to the problem with what I just said, my smile slowly going down as I started to make a break for it. I only made about two meters closer to the door before I literally got spear tackled onto the ground, and about four girls jumping on top of me, winding me, and all their womanly flesh covering my mouth, removing any hope I had to make a break for it or reverse the command. I wasn’t strong enough to command them all off me at once without talking, and I yelled the command which makes it even harder to break. Being drunk didn’t help much either. A girl with a towel around her, called Maddy, jumped on top of me, to towel going up to her hips like a skirt, our privates making contact. I tried to push her off but she was gripping me tight. I glanced behind her and noticed about five girls charging like bulls towards us, before all of them leaping into the air to land on us. I screamed and instinctively reached and grabbed her back and ass firmly and flipped us around, almost simultaneously I felt the painful hit as all the girls crash landed onto my back, which also pushed also pushed our well-aligned genitals into each other, burying my already hard dick inside her. I gasped as I felt the pleasure of her hot, moist, velvety glove gripped me tight. Her towel had fallen off to the ground behind her, acting as a somewhat comfortable mat. I couldn’t move myself with all the weight on me so I put all my weight fall on her and just laid on top of her, probably not all that comfortable for her but it felt good to be pushed to the hilt inside her and held there. She grabbed my face and kissed me deeply. I don’t think it bothered her either.
The kiss was cut short as I was quickly pulled around by the strength of all the other girls, my dick slipping out to the fresh air again before almost immediately entering another girl’s warm tunnel. Three girls laid on my face, their mouthful sized tits being forced into my mouth as the culprit that had mounted me and proceeded to ‘fuck the shit out of me’. I couldn’t tell who it was cause her back was facing me while she bounced on top of my cock like there was no tomorrow. A couple more girls had managed to get underneath me and was pinning my body by wrapping their arms around my chest and their legs around my thighs and body, the shear heat of their pussys and the poking of their tits pushing against me all too apparent. I tried to reach and push the boobs away from my face so I could speak (and breath) but my hands had been pinned underneath some other girls, their ass facing me and them doing, what it felt like, furiously trying to push my fingers into their cunts; Wow, they were fucking my hands. The nipples in my face were brutally thrown into my mouth, as if I were a baby that wouldn’t shut up and they were giving me a suck toy, making the act of talking all the more difficult.
I rolled my eyes and gasped (through my nose) as the pussy gripping my cock pulsated as it continued to be furiously forced up and down my pole, faster than I had ever felt, nor thought was possible. I had a look and managed to see through the tits my face and saw the girl bouncing on my dick now had two girls were gripping her hips helping her go up and down faster, and another two had her arms and legs out stretched and were wiggling her sideways, left and right, as she went up and down. Oh my god, I wonder how many people have experienced that before.It felt fucking fantastic. Another two that were underneath my legs each had a testicle in their mouths, which felt mind-blowingly wonderful. My hands were being furiously pulled into girls cunts, as if it were a dick.
My entire body was being masturbated or fucked in some sort of way, if that makes sense. Every piece of my flesh was in contact with some feminine part. The pleasure I was feeling was just utterly overwhelming.
Since each girl wanted to obey my command of fucking me but the volumes of girls were preventing them, many were still jumping on my chest, furiously trying to get in contact with me, but many couldn’t since there wasn’t enough surface area of my body to touch them all. I had so many girls on top of me…and beneath me; it was like swimming in an ocean of naked woman. The sheer amount of sweaty bodily heat being emitted into the room was steaming the windows, not to mention the heat of all the bodies on me was adding to the already over-the-top sensations. Every now and then my dick would slip out of someone’s hole for a second before it quickly re-entered someone else’s warmness. Sometimes it would only last in someone’s hole for only a few seconds. It seemed there was massive competition going on for my pole.
So much weight was on me, I couldn’t get up nor see much of what was going on with so much flesh in my face. All I knew was that the sensations were pure bliss. I couldn’t even suck on the nipple that was stuck halfway down my throat because I couldn’t focus for than a few seconds; the pleasure was overloading my brain.
The tits in my face were suddenly being forced away towards my chest, the one in my mouth was removed and I took a huge breath as I was about to command them off me but I couldn’t as the tight, tanned ass that been pushing all the boobs away sat on me, the weight of the chick landing on my face. Noticing the tanned chick was short, I guessed it was Neha, the half Indian. She crossed her legs as tightly as she could around my head, forcing her cunt into my face. I couldn’t see anything, she was forcing it so hard into my face I couldn’t see barely anything, I could just feel and smell and taste her cunt right next to my mouth.
My concentration lapsed for a few seconds, the first signs of losing consciousness. The cunt in my face was preventing me from getting adequate oxygen; the overdose of alcohol also wasn’t helping. I knew that I’d have to terminate that command before I passed out or they could all potentially fuck me to death while I was unconscious. What a way to die. I tried to move my arm but they were still each stuck under a girls pussy, and my legs were out of the question with about five girls sitting on them and a couple of girls I was on top of had their legs wrapped around them.
I couldn’t move any part of my body.
I realized I was completely and utterly pinned by all the girls. I couldn’t speak and get them off with a girl’s legs wrapped around my face and my entire body was next to immovable. I was in a prison of pleasure and potential death awaited unless I could get up somehow. Adrenaline was pumping through my veins, both sex adrenaline and the fear of imminent death adrenaline.
My orgasm was approaching but since I couldn’t speak I couldn’t really warn them. The inevitable happened and I started plastering the mystery rider’s vaginal walls with my jizz. I heard a faint scream saying, “He’s coming!” and then more girls started squealing saying they wanted some. I felt the screamer being pushed off while the hose was still pumping, and the girls squealing at, what I can assume, the final moments of my sprouting fountain. The next few minutes were a mystery to me as I lost myself in only what I could describe the best orgasm of my life.
As I came back from my high, I noticed that the girl that was on my right hand was gone now; my arm was completely free to move. Knowing it might be my only chance, I ignored the painful pleasures of the blowjob on my sensitive dick and reached to my left arm and pushed the girl off balance a ripped my left arm from beneath her and with all my strength pushed the girl off my face. I managed to prop myself up by my hands and wasted no time and screamed “Everyone go to sleep until I say wake up!”
All the girls passed out, landing on the ground, heads flopping over. The girl that was blowing my sensitive dick passed out with her mouth on my dick. I squealed in pain as her mouth relaxed and her teeth grazed my sensitive dick’s head. I slowly eased out of her and then just relaxed in the ocean of body heat. I had a think. Some commands seemed to just ‘command’ them, where others made them ‘trust’ me to the point of doing what I wanted. Like for example, my mum would forget she made a smoothie when I told her to, and I assumed this ‘fuck the shit out of me command’ was the same sort of thing, as well as when I told Kara to forget ‘everything’ I told her, she couldn’t put her finger on why she was naked. But before that when I told them to skinny dip, they did it as if they thought it was a great idea, not because I told them to. They wanted to do it. They remembered doing it. And then there’s the feelings transfer, like when I thought about Britt sexually, I transmitted my feelings to her somehow. Not only that, why did they like being around me so much? Why was skinny dipping so normal? Better yet, how did I get my abilities in the first place? So many questions, I’d have to figure out the extent of my abilities when I got the chance. Not long after concluding that, I just passed out on all the womanly bodies from mass sexual exhaustion and drunkenness. Sexy, hot, naked women make one hell of a bed.

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