0 comments/ 17061 views/ 0 favorites Lily Ch. 01 By: wc This is the first story I have written. So I just wrote the first part and if I hear from any of you I will continue with the other parts. Please send on your comments and anything you would like to hear about. Most of the characters are people I know because I find it easier to write that way. The story will become more interesting in the next parts I promise... enjoy. Chapter 1 The Girl Lily was a good girl. She had moral standards, opinions on almost everything and was generally quite a happy person. Sex was always something which had played a major role in her life. She had lost her virginity in a rather sweet relationship to a guy she had liked when she had just turned 18. Since then she had finished high school and was taking a gap year (so far it had involved clubbing, pubbing and part-time work and that's about it) On the evening of April the 2nd Her life was about to change. She had attracted the attention of my boss, Mr Hanson. When we had first seen her Lily was on her way out for a night with her friends. No one could deny she was hot. She was now 20 years old, 5-6, fairly slim build, but curvy in all the right places so the black dress showed off her rather large breasts which threatened to come free of the tight confines of the dress and the plump and perky ass that so nicely complimented them. It was the sort of ass that made you just want to grab it with both hands. She was the type of girl who loved to play at being virtuous with her string of boyfriends but when it came down to it she liked to fuck. I had kept her on file for Mr Hanson for the past month and in that time she had broken up with one guy, found another and already started cheating on him with a third. Mr Hanson had been interested and said he wanted her. And what Mr Hanson wants, he gets. So on April the second I and two helpers set about getting her for Mr Hanson. Actually it was simple. A large unmarked van and we already knew the rout she took home from work. Jason in the driver's seat was cruising down the lane near her house when we saw her. Jeans, converse, brown hair at shoulder length, some lableized top, fashionable as always. We were lucky, it was 6pm and no-one else was in eye sight, but it didn't really matter, Mr Hanson knew how to cover his tracks. We pulled slowly up beside her popped Frank opened the doors and I clapped a handful of chloroform over her mouth and bundled the limp girl into the back of the van. She lay there on the floor as I was tying her up. Hair in a mess legs spread wide open.... Pity she was wearing jeans I thought. But it was probably for the best; Mr Hanson likes his girls untouched. I rolled her over, and couldn't resist using a hand on her ass to turn her. The line of a black thong was now visible above the waist of her jeans. I looked up to find Frank watching me, from the bulge in his pants I could tell he was thinking the same things I was. I traced my finger down along her belly to the top button of her jeans and thought about undoing it and seeing what that black thong really looked like. It wasn't worth it though. Mr Hanson could make you pay if you displeased him. So instead I just continued my way down and brushed my hand over her jean clad mound. With any luck I might get to taste it after Mr Hanson had had his way with her. It's nice to see a rather sweet very self possessed girl like this totally defenceless in front of you. I could feel my own cock growing as I though about what I would like to do. But Mr Hanson had his own method of breaking girls to his will. This one was stubborn but even she would soon be eating out of the palm of his hand. One of the girls we brought in last year had been the most stuck up bitch you could ever imagine. Career driven, totally convinced of her own superiority and by the end of the month she had spent with us, this woman who had never had sex on top of the covers had walked out in the middle of one of Mr Hanson's party totally naked except for a collar, with a dildo in her ass and pussy. She had got down on her knees and begged him to let her suck his cock in front of 40 guests. And she did, not only him but most of the other guests, male and female. For most of the evening she was on her knees with her face between someone's legs. By all accounts she was so wet it was dripping onto the floor below her. The same sort of treatment awaited this little hotty. She had a very cute face, very innocent with lips that seemed to permanently for a sort of kiss. Match that with a delicious body and a proud spirit. Mr Hanson had made a good choice this time... Lily Ch. 01 Lily hated the power she had. She really did. In elementary school she thought it was cool that she would think of something and it would come true. It was great when the school bully thought it was funny to tease her during gym class. She had wished him to stop and he did. She thought it was just a coincidence, but when she was able to stop someone else from being bullied by him, she knew it was her power. She wished she did not have control over others. It was embarrassing sometimes. She had gone through high school being quiet, reserved, and shy. She did not dare think that she liked a person. She was worried that she would make him like her. She wanted him to like her for her and not because of her power. "You dropped your drink." Lily looked up and blinked. She had been daydreaming again. She ran through her head all the times when she had controlled others. She was in her own zone and had not noticed that her half full bottle of pop had spilt on the ground. "Oh shit. I am sorry. I am such a klutz. You have no idea." Lily was babbling away and did not even notice that the guy was cute in a geeky looking way. "No, it's fine. I mean it's your drink right." I am Luke by the way. We're in English together." "Oh we are? How do you know that?" Lily was not thinking. She was blurting out random thoughts. Normally, she would be quiet and shy around guys. "Because you sit one row ahead of me and spend the entire class typing up stuff on your laptop. I also know that you type even when the professor isn't talking so I know you can multitask very well since you must be working on something else." Lily intrigued Luke. "Oh yeah. I have seven courses this semester so I'm pretty busy." "Seven? Shit, I thought I was crazy with taking six. I will walk you to class. Neither one of us can afford to be late." Lily packed up her things and eagerly walked down the path towards their English class. "I'm Lily by the way." "That's a sweet name. I bet people try giving you lilies all the time." "No. Why would they?" Lily was confused and was happy that they had entered the auditorium. She went to her own seat and was surprised when Luke sat down next to her. She was going to say something, but thankfully, the professor started on time. Today's lecture was on Shakespeare's 'Romeo and Juliet', but neither Luke nor Lily was paying any attention. There was electricity running through them and neither was brave enough to explain to the other why that was. First, Lily thought to herself how nice it could be for Luke to hold her hand. Luke did exactly that. Luke stroked Lily's left hand softly between typing out notes himself. The professor ended class a few minutes early to answer questions for the upcoming midterm. "Do you want to go see a movie sometime. She nodded and his smile lit up his whole face. "Really? You really want to go out with me?" Luke knew he sounded geeky, but he didn't care. "Yeah. Is that bad?" Lily bit her lip. He was actually attracted to her and that made her happy, but it also scared her. *** "Oh God. Right there." Lily was squirming on his bed, her mind racing with thoughts. She was so aroused at this moment that she knew she was controlling him. Luke was eagerly licking her pussy while his fingers stroked her inner thighs gently. She desperately wanted to tell him to stop but she knew that her mind was telling him to continue. He thrust his tongue deep inside her pussy and wiggled it around. "Luke. Wait. Stop." Lily sat up and tried to push her skirt down. Luke was kneeling beside the bed, his lips and goatee covered in her juices. "What?" Luke was confused. They had been watching a movie in his room and as the evening continued, he had wanted to do more and more with her. "I'm controlling you. This is wrong." Luke looked carefully at Lily. She really didn't believe that he wanted her. She had the look of a hurt puppy. Luke opened his mouth to respond but she cut him off. "I'm ugly. I am fat. My breasts are saggy. Who would want me?" Luke frowned. He saw why some people would think that of her. He knew she had been hurt in the past and wanted to make her forget that. "I want you. You are not ugly. Your face is round and cute. You are not fat. You have curves. Stick women are disgusting. Your breasts are enormous and so sexy. Women pay thousands for breasts that size. I like that you are short. It means I have to lean down to kiss you." "Oh." Lily could not think of a response. "If you want to start arguing, we can argue why the hell you think I'm attractive. I'm thin, too tall, my teeth aren't straight, and I'm barely twenty and already going bald." Luke smiled and then burst out laughing. Lily was laughing as well. He was being melodramatic and they both knew it. "I like that you're tall and you're not that thin. I plan to be kissing you so much I will not even be noticing your teeth. As for you going bald, you'll save on shampoo and can buy me jewelry." Luke kissed Lily. It was a passionate kiss. It was completely different from the horny desperate kissing that they had been doing on the bed before. Lily wanted to tell him the truth but couldn't, not just yet. Lily Ch. 01 Chapter 01 - Lily Takes A Train It was a beautiful evening, the end of one of those perfect days that make you feel as if summer will go on forever. The heat of the day had gone and the sultry afternoon haze had given way to cooler, more pleasant air. I was standing at the railway station in Duisburg, waiting for my train. A fellow student had invited me to her sleep-over birthday party and as we only had one car between us at home, I thought I'd take the train. I knew it would be on time. This was Germany, after all, the country famous for its punctuality, though having lived here for four years, I knew just how much of a myth that could be. There weren't many people on the platform, which was no great surprise. It was 8 o'clock on Saturday evening and more people would be coming into the city than leaving it, as I was. As I glanced around, I noticed a man leaning against the railings at the top of the stairway, but didn't pay him much attention. OK, to be honest, my eyes did linger for a few seconds. He looked a lot like my boyfriend, actually. Dark, what the Germans called "sudlich" or "southern". He could have been Turkish, perhaps, or Croatian. Maybe Italian or Albanian. You get the idea, I'm sure. I guessed he was in his early to mid thirties. He was of medium height and average build, nothing out of the ordinary, really. Except for the fact that he was wearing a trench coat which struck me as odd. Surely it was far too warm for a trench coat? The train arrived and I got into the carriage, chose a window seat near the door and hoisted my overnight bag up onto the rack. The carriage was almost empty, especially once everyone who was heading into town had left. I was settling down in my seat when I looked up to see the man in the trench coat approaching. "Does this train stop at Krefeld?" he asked. "Yes, it does," I answered and was a little taken aback when he nodded, then sat down in the seat opposite me. He could have chosen just about any seat in the carriage, so I wondered why he had selected this one. I shrugged inwardly and gave it no further thought as I turned to look out of the window. It was getting darker now, though it would still be a couple of hours before the night really closed in. That was something I loved about the summer, the long, long days. The train started up and we moved out of the station, passing between the tall buildings that were built so close to the railway lines that they looked as if they were blocking the way until the train got close enough and they parted like the teeth on a zip. We gradually picked up speed as we left the city behind us and the train took on a steady, slightly rocking rhythm upon reaching its cruising velocity. Through the window I watched the scenery morph from the greys and browns of the city to the prettier colours of the countryside. The door at the far end of the carriage swooshed open and hissed shut. "Fahrkarten, bitte!" It was the conductor coming through to check our tickets. With hardly anyone in the carriage but us, it didn't take him long and he soon passed into the next compartment. I sat back to enjoy the rest of the short ride. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the man opposite me fidgeting and fussing with his clothing, though not enough to make me take any real notice. Then I heard him sigh, almost cough even. He began rocking back and forth, slowly at first, and his breath caught more than once, forcing him to clear his throat. A soft moan escaped his lips and I stole a look at his reflection in the window. I could see his cock! "Oh my god!" I thought, staring at him reflected in the glass. He had pulled the belt of his trench tight so that it held his penis in place and as he rocked the belt afforded him what must have been a pleasant massage judging by the noises he was making. He raised his eyes to look at me across from him, but I was still gazing out of the window, or so it appeared. I didn't dare look directly at him. What the hell was he thinking? His hands were on his thighs and if it hadn't been for the purple head of his cock poking out from beneath his belt, there would have been nothing unusual about him. I wanted to laugh. This was ridiculous. When I first heard the moans, I thought he was ill. Now I was watching him give himself a belt job! His eyes met mine in the glass. He didn't smile or speak. He merely nodded once at my mirror image and kept rocking. Something shot through me like a bolt of electricity. I had been brought up to be so prim and proper and yet there was a warmth building in my abdomen and I could feel moisture at the top of my thighs. Why was this making me wet? Shouldn't I be disgusted? Shouldn't I get up and sit somewhere else? Move to another carriage? Report him? It would be too cute to say I was transfixed. I still had my free will and it told me to stay right there and see what would happen! The man's reflection nodded again. What was he trying to say? That I should touch him? No way! Yet something had me in its grasp. Curiosity? Perhaps. Lust? Oh, come on! What then? The thrill of taboo? Ah, now we were getting closer. It was, as the Germans said: Das gehört sich nicht für ein braves Mädchen. In other words, good girls don't do that sort of thing. My hands were folded in my lap. Very ladylike. A good girl. But if I was thinking these thoughts, then I wasn't a good girl, was I? Perhaps I had never really been a good girl. The reflection nodded again and grunted quietly. Now I understood. He was encouraging me. He knew I'd seen what he was doing and if I hadn't moved seats yet, I must be .... what? Interested? Willing? All I knew was I wanted to keep watching. And if I was receiving his signals correctly, he wanted to watch me, too. I had never done anything like this before and hadn't the faintest idea what I was supposed to do. "Go with what feels good," said a voice inside my head. I shifted my hands slightly and let my thumb move slowly back and forth. Through the thin fabric of my summer skirt I gave myself the gentlest of caresses. The skirt was one of my favourites. I had made it myself. It was soft viscose, yellow with a white flower design and its cut allowed it to flow as I walked. When I sat, it draped around my curves. It slid easily over my skin as I pulled it up very slowly, inch by inch, till first my shin, then my knee came into view. Reflection sighed and rocked with more purpose now. My fingers caressed my knee as I watched in the window. I couldn't see my own reflection below my waist, the angle wasn't right. But he could. His eyes were directed at my reflected hand and he followed my fingers along the inside of my thigh. The skin there is sensitive and smooth. It begged to be caressed and I complied. I breathed in deeply through my nose and let out an almost inaudible sigh. This must have been what the voice meant because it most definitely felt good. It also felt very daring. Before I knew what I was doing, I reached under my skirt with both hands and slipped my panties off my hips and down my legs. One quick movement and they were over my feet and stuffed into the woven bag on the seat beside me. Reflection almost smiled in approval. Another nod. Sitting back on the seat I placed my left foot on the small ledge that ran the length of the carriage. It was the casing where the heating elements were housed. The fabric of my skirt slid down my raised thigh to my groin and I looked at Reflection for a sign, though I knew full well what he wanted. He nodded again. Twice this time. The cool viscose stroked my skin like a lover's breath. I shuddered as I pushed the material aside, hesitating, reluctant to show this stranger what he wanted to see. Reflection was very still now, waiting, anticipating. His tongue came out to moisten his lips. He was like a gourmet who has just been served a delicacy. Inside my head, the voices fought for the upper hand. "Just do it, for goodness' sake!" "Are you crazy? What if he rapes you?" "This is so hot and you really want it." "What the hell do you think you're doing? You must be out of your tiny little mind." "What are you waiting for? You know you want to." "What would your mother think?" "You'll kick yourself if you don't do this. You'll regret it for the rest of your life." I wanted this. Badly. I pushed my skirt up to my hips and spread my legs brazenly, turning towards the window to ensure that Reflection could see. He gasped and resumed his rocking. I liked to shave my pussy for my boyfriend and Reflection had a front row view. Especially when I reached down and parted my lips with my left hand so he could see my clit. I knew I was pink and glistening with arousal. My right index finger found my clit and began rubbing and caressing, very gently at first. I reached lower and gathered some of my wetness so that my fingertip would slip easily over the hard bud that was beginning to swell nicely. Reflection took his hands from his thighs and impatiently unbuckled the belt of his coat. In the window I saw his cock bob free and stand proud. It was an impressive erection and I almost looked at the real thing, but something made me keep my eyes on the glass. Reflection's hand grasped his shaft and his fingers began to mould and knead his cock. The purple glans looked like it was about to burst, it was so taut. He drew the foreskin over it and made his fist into a cup so that the head hit his thumb and forefinger instead of peeking out the end. He was still rocking, though the real motion was now in his forearm. My fingers picked up his rhythm. I slid forward on the seat, pushing my pelvis towards him. "Such a hussy!" scolded one of the voices in my head. "Such a hussy!" praised the other one. The middle finger of my left hand slid into me, my natural lubrication granting it easy entry. Two, three fucking motions, then I removed my finger and brought it up to my lips. My nostrils took in the heady scent as my tongue came out to taste. Reflection watched in the window, his eyes widening with delight. I tasted good. I moaned to let him know. His breath was coming faster now. I returned my finger to my cunt and began to fuck myself with a steady rhythm that matched the movements I saw reflected in the glass. My swollen clit slid back and forth under my fingers and I could feel the little centre bud - my own little glans - hard and sensitive as I massaged it. Reflection's face reddened. His lips were pressed together tightly till they almost disappeared. His fist was moving furiously. It reminded me of a piston and if I hadn't been so engrossed in what my body was doing, I would have laughed. As it was, I held my breath as the first sweet spasm of ecstasy caught me off guard. Reflection jerked once, twice and mirrored in the window I saw a jet spurt from his cock. I hadn't noticed him do it, but he must have taken a handkerchief from his pocket at some point. He held it now over his penis as it spewed the rest of his cum. He was breathing hard as he watched my hands in the window. I was almost there. My legs began to tremble and I couldn't help but let out a moan. Not a word, just a sound that began deep in my chest and crept up my throat. My fingers coaxed my orgasm from me, rubbing, fucking, rubbing, fucking. I felt the walls of my cunt contract and knew I was ready. I wanted to cry out but common sense prevailed and I held my breath. Then it hit me. Wave after wave coursed through me making me writhe, forcing the breath from me. My fingers didn't stop until the final spasm had passed. Panting, exhausted, I pulled my finger from my cunt and licked the juice from it, making sure I got every drop. We were pulling into Krefeld station. The entire journey had taken sixteen minutes. Reflection stood, stuffed himself back into his jeans and zipped his fly. Without looking back, he said, "Wiedersehen," and made to leave. "Warten Sie!" I called after him. "Wait!" He stopped and turned back towards me. I reached into my bag and grabbed my panties. "Vielen Dank," I said as I pressed them into his hand. His eyes met mine. They were brown and if I were into that sort of thing, I'd have said they were full of eastern promise. He smiled for the first time, nodded his head once more and said, "Bis zum nächsten Mal, Gnädigste." "Till next time, Ma'am." Andrea was waiting for me outside the station. She stood beside her bright green Volkswagen Beetle, the stereotypical student vehicle. "Lily!" she called. "Lily! Over here!" I forced myself to breathe steadily in order to regain my composure as I walked the few yards to meet her. She held open her arms to hug me. "Hey, it's great to see you," she said. "We've got to get moving. Klaus has tapped the keg already and everyone is dying to meet you. Did you have a good trip over?" Lily Ch. 01 I started seriously traveling for business several years ago. After you get the Platinum status and free upgrades to first class, you realize you're spending a lot of time away from home. I also realized that I felt like my time away from home was like a second life... I had different friends, ate different places, did different things. I also began to indulge myself heavily in my favorite fetish: lingerie. Lingerie to me is the perfect erotic creation... it conceals yet reveals... it is infinitely fashionable and always delights the eye. At first, I focused on women in lingerie. I began to frequent a high class gentleman's club where the dancers wore wonderful outfits of satin, lace, and sheer materials. I spent many hours chatting with the dancers, flirting with them and then taking them to the private rooms to let them drive me wild with lingerie caresses. I never left the club without at least two powerful orgasms, usually cumming as they touched me and felt my cock throbbing over and over. I came prepared wearing condoms so I never created a mess or embarrassing stain. Then I met Lily. She wore the most tight satin lingerie as she danced and was gorgeous. Even better, she was intrigued by my fetish. After a few drinks and table dances, she asked me if I'd ever worn lingerie. I confessed that I had in high school in college, amassing a large collection of satiny lingerie before giving it up. Lily challenged me. "If you come in next time wearing a bra, panties, stockings, a garter belt, and high heels, I'll give you something totally against the rules..." Her challenge consumed my mind to the point where I took the next day off of work as a sick day and went shopping. I was very nervous visiting stores but I remembered every detail of my sizing in women's shoes and underwear so it wasn't that hard. By the evening, I had just the outfit Lily had dared me to wear. Under my slacks and button down shirt, you only noticed the high heels and then only if you happened to look down. I had to force myself not to walk like a girl in the heels so I didn't attract that attention. Lily was delighted to see me. A touch to the bump on my thigh where the garter clipped to the stocking, a touch to my back to feel the bra strap and a good look at the strappy black 4" heels I was wearing sealed the deal. We went back to a private room and I saw Lily have a longer conversation with the bouncer than usual. She led me by him and he gave me a rare grin. Once in the private room, Lily made me open my shirt and unbutton my slacks to show her. "Oh my god, you look so hot!" she smiled wide. I sat back on the couch and she started dancing. At first I thought it was going to be the same as other times, but then she came in close. She could see my very hard erection in the pink satin panties I'd bought. As she mounted my lap, her hand snaked down between us and began to stroke my cock through the panties in time with her body moving against me. She'd never been this overt and I moaned in ecstasy. She pressed her naked breasts to my lips as her hands caressed my bra and skin firmly. She turned around, planting her own satin panty-covered bottom against my cock and began to grind me. I was getting so turned on I knew I wouldn't last much longer. I watched as she reached back and pulled my panties down low enough to free my condomed cock. Then she shocked me by pulling her own panties aside and mounting my cock. I slid into her perfectly, amazed at how hot and wet she was. She was a small woman so her pussy was extra tight on my cock. I could hear her moaning unlike any of her dances in the past. She began to dance, grinding on me, around my cock deep inside her. It was delicious and didn't take me over the edge that was so close. Taking the initiative, I reached around and rubbed her lips and clit through her satin. She leaned back into me and I had her whole weight on my body, something I love to feel. She didn't weigh too much but I got a grip on her one ass cheek. I lifted her up and let her down again over and over as my fingers danced over her soaked panties in front. "Oh god yes!" she gasped and I felt her pussy clamp down on my cock once, then again and again as she came. I could hold back no longer myself, moaning as my balls crunched again and again, pushing a huge load of cum into the condom. She only waited a few moments to recover and then eased off my cock carefully. Checking that I was secure in my cum-filled condom, she toyed with the latex, pushing the cum around my over-sensitive cock head with a look of appreciation. She then tucked me back in my panties and told me to get dressed again. The bouncer nodded knowingly when I tipped him an extra $50. Before we got back to the public area, I asked Lily for her number to see her outside the club. Without a moment's hesitation, she pulled me close into a wonderfully sensual hug and whispered her digits in my ear. Lily Ch. 02 I had gotten in late again, like usual. Work wasn't too time consuming and school wasn't too hard, but together, they sure made seeing her hard. Put on top of that the distance I had to drive to be with her and the 40 hour weeks she worked, and you got a formula that didn't end with us getting to see each other much. I hadn't even had the time to wash my car in weeks, what with midterms being due. I kept promising myself that I would take it through one of those drive through car washes before I saw her again, at the very least, but by the time I was locking up the store all I could think about was how soft her bed would feel, almost as soft as her skin, and it took all my effort to not fall asleep on the drive down. I didn't even muster the energy to flip on the light as I sunk into her bed, felt her instinctively curl up against me in her sleep, and I was gone in under a minute. I woke up somewhere between sleeping in and sleeping all day, and the first thing I noticed was she was gone. The second thing I noticed was that I was naked and my pants seemed to be missing. Normally I wouldn't have minded, but seeing how this correlated with the first problem I had noticed I wasn't in much of a place to properly enjoy my predicament. I called her name, but she was either not home or not within earshot, because all that I got in return was my own voice echoing through the house. Luckily she'd left me with my boxers on, so I slipped out of the bed and stepped out into the hall. From here I could see both the living room and the kitchen, and, more importantly, the lack of a beautiful woman occupying either. I could, however, see my clothes thrown haphazardly onto the couch by the front door. The pockets were emptied and my keys were missing. Curious, I grabbed my undershirt from the couch and slipped it over my head, opening the front door and stepping out to the driveway. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed my car was covered with suds, that the hose was on, water spilling out into the street, noticed a bucket filled with soapy water, but this was all secondary to what my eyes were really fixated on. She was wearing the pink shorts she always wore when she was working out. For some odd reason she thought they looked bad on her, but they were comfortable, so much to my delight she wore them often. They were criminally short, usually with the top folded so I could barely glimpse the curve of her hips, imagine the perfect cup of her ass. It was amazing how she always seemed to wear them in a way that made you swear you could almost see something, but not quite. Whether she was doing it on purpose or not, the result was always the same: I was rock hard before she finished exercising and usually jumped her right as her foot stepped off the treadmill. She was wearing her workout shorts now and had her back to me, reaching up over the hood to rub a soapy sponge over the windshield. I could see the soapy water slipping down the curves of the car, and I prayed that she would turn around so I could see it doing the same thing over hers. Luckily, she had heard me come out, because she slowly turned around, leaning against the car and flashing me a grin. Any doubt I had about her outfit being for anyone's benefit other than mine were quickly blown all to hell. She had on a white tank top I had left over once and I had to admit it looked a hell of a lot better on her than it ever had or ever would on me. Picking up the sponge, she let a little water drip onto her shirt before she continued on the car, and I had the feeling that she had been purposefully keeping it dry just so she could let me watch her get it wet. I appreciated it. An itch somehow crept over her neck, it must have, because she reached back with a dripping hand and rubbed there, letting water soak down her back, into the wife beater, down the small of her back. I wanted to follow the flow with my tongue, taste the water mix with her skin, but I held myself back and decided I'd watch for as long as I could bear it. She knew the effect her little show was having on me and I watched as she bent over to wash the tires, slowly, letting me take in every curve of her body and the perfect view of her equally perfect ass. This whole holding back thing might not last as long as I had initially planned. Another supposed itch, this one on her back as she leaned over, and then water was running down her stomach, up over her breasts, dripping from her obviously erect nipples onto the hot concrete. The shirt was thoroughly soaked now, and her lack of a bra became quickly evident: I could see the individual outline of each of her nipple rings, the ones shaped like bullets. I bought them for her, up in LA, and I'd never been more glad than at that moment. She let her hands trail down her spine a little, pulling her shorts down slightly, letting me glimpse the top of her butt, teasing me by letting more water pool down underneath her shorts, letting it trickle out through the short legs and continue down her gorgeous legs. It was a pretty cool day out for the summer, but I was still surprised to see that the water wasn't evaporating right off her body. I wondered if I could touch her, whether or not I would catch fire if I tried, but I decided it would be a great way to go and extended my hand. Her skin felt cold, clammy, and her clothes soaked into mine as I pulled her into me. Our mouths came together, locking, her tongue thrust itself into my mouth, and I could feel her legs slide right over my erection. She pulled back from my mouth for a second, nodding down approvingly at my boxers and undershirt. "I like you like this. You should wear this more often. Definitely." I smiled down at her and her legs gripped tighter, gripping my dick, our sexes separated by nothing more than two thin layers of fabric. Her body was cold in the summer air, but I could feel her warmth through her shorts. I said, "Angel, if you dress like this, I'll never wear anything else." She was getting warmer, I could feel her on my cock, and I imagined that not all of the wetness I felt there was from washing my car. "Your car was a little dirty, so I thought I would clean it for you." Legs gripping tighter, hips barely moving, friction as we rubbed against each other, barely. "You're sweet, it looks beautiful. What can I do to repay you?" A neighbor walked by with their dog, trying their hardest not to stare at us. Still she rocked her hips, barely noticeable except for the sensation it was sending down me and up into my stomach. "Well, sweetie," she purred, "I'm afraid I've gotten a little dirty washing the car for you." The neighbor was out of range, but still I looked around nervously. The driveway wasn't exactly hidden, and it was a Saturday afternoon. "You want to go inside, I can make it up to you?" I felt her hand slide down my back, slipping under the elastic of my boxers, lightly tracing my tailbone. "Aw. But we've already got all the water and soap we need out here. Don't you think you could help me clean off?" Like I could have even pretended to resist the silk temptation that was her voice. She reached around with her free hand and pulled open the driver's side door. The radio was on, probably had been, but with the door open it was hard to miss the loud beats blasting from my stereo. It was a cd I'd made for her, all our songs for making love too, and I finally wondered just how long she'd been out here waiting for me to wake up. If I'd known this was awaiting me, I would have been too excited to sleep in the first place. Her body slid effortlessly down the side of the car, falling into the driver's seat. She smiled up at me, only once, and then my boxers were down and my cock was in her mouth. The door was blocking the view from the street, but it wouldn't take a genius to figure out what was going on. I prayed the street stayed this empty as her head bobbed up and down smoothly on my dick. God it felt good, her skin cold and damp from the water, the inside of her mouth even wetter, and god, warm Her head came up slowly, letting me fall out of her mouth, and she gave me a sly look.. "I don't think this is a very good way for you to pay me back." I smiled back, pulling my boxers back up, and led her around to the back of the car. The car was facing the street, so I put my back to the garage door and handed her the sponge. "I think you missed a spot on the back windshield." She grinned devilishly at me. "Oh, I did? I don't think so. I think it's clean. Immaculately, in fact." "Nope. You definitely missed a spot. You suck." She smiled as I spun her around, pushing her down so her hands were on the trunk of the car, her ass in the air. I fell to my knees, glad the hose had washed all dirt and rocks off the driveway, and pulled her shorts down her hips. She was hidden from view, but barely, and I could see her glancing up and down the street to see if anyone was coming. Hidden behind the car, I took a second to take in the sight of her perfect ass sitting right in front of my face, my mouth, and I could smell how turned on she was already. My tongue flicked forward, hands on her hips, and I could taste her lust. It was sweet, and I pushed my tongue as far into her pussy as I could. There was a click as her nails rapped down hard on the car, her breath catching, and I could tell she was doing her best to suppress a moan. Taking this as a sign, I let my hand trail up the inside of her legs, slipping a finger past the fold of her ass and into the warm confines of her pussy. She grabbed the sponge with both hands, water squirting everywhere, over her, and she forced it into her mouth, letting a loud moan out into the soft foam. I could feel the silky skin inside her and I let my fingers play up, finding her spot, listening to her loud moans to tell when I had found it. I heard another scraping sound and I realized it was her nipple piercings bouncing off the back of my car. Her nipples were so hard now through the wet fabric that the shirt was almost invisible. I had the brief thought of some car full of kids driving by, the vision of my girlfriend orgasming at the back of my car, and realized they'd probably just think she was a car nut. Then again, if there were more car people like her, I'd definitely visit my neighborhood mechanic a hell of a lot more. She was pushing her ass back into me, and I took the invitation and let my unoccupied tongue slip over the small of her back, down over each cheek of her perfect butt, finally letting it slip between. Her breath shot in quickly, but a hand also reached back to spread herself a little more and let me get my tongue even farther inside. She didn't have to ask me twice, and I continued fucking her pussy with my fingers while my tongue explored her ass. She was still screaming into the sponge, but it wasn't hiding too much and I finally just reached up and took it away. At least then maybe she'd try and whisper. "God, fuck baby, that feels so good, oh god, I love when you do that with your tongue, oh god baby, yeah, that, right there..." Her ass was fucking back into my face now, her pussy shooting over my fingers almost faster than I could drive them into her and suddenly she flipped, shoving her crotch into my face. I found her clit with my tongue, sucking it into my mouth, my fingers still working inside her, and I felt her shudder as she began to come. "Oh god baby, god dammit, right there, right there, righttherefuck..." After an impossibly long time I felt her orgasm subside and I let my fingers slide out, let my kisses stray over her legs and knees. She thrust her hips one more time into me and then slid down the rear of the car to join me on the ground. Arms wrapped around my neck, she breathed heavily into my face and finally opened her eyes to meet mine. "God damn baby." She kissed me, our foreheads touching, and I watched some kids drive by unaware on their bikes. "I love you," I said. She smiled at me, more in her eyes than in her face, and she didn't even need to say it back. I started to get up, to lead her back inside, but she grabbed my hand and pulled me back to her. I looked at her, puzzled as she hopped up onto the trunk of the car, grabbing the hose and taking it with her. Her shorts slipped down over her knees and she kicked them off. Anyone on the street who looked close would see a perfect shot of her ass through my rear window. That's what I should have been thinking. Instead I was all over her, kissing, licking, nibbling her neck, letting the water from the hose slosh over us as my boxers parted and I slipped inside her. She was warmer there than ever before with the ice cold water pouring over us, but I hardly noticed as I began sliding in and out of her. The hose she left trailing over her shoulder as she gripped my ass, the water pouring down her stomach and splashing off us as I thrust inside her. The conflicting temperatures of the water on my cock as I withdrew and the smoldering heat inside her as I thrust back in was amazing, and I could feel my orgasm building almost immediately. Eyes fixated on my cock pounding inside her, breath heavy, I watched her hike her shirt up over her breasts, her free hand moving from my ass to her nipples, pinching, twisting, cupping her breasts and letting the water pool in her cleavage. It was more than I could take, way more, and I could feel myself coming impossibly soon. There was a billion tricks guys could try to stave off impending orgasm, and my mind raced trying to remember a single one. She must have seen the look in my face, for she pushed me back, out of her, and gripped my cock with her slick hand. "Come on me baby." Almost as soon as she had licked those words out of her mouth I felt myself shaking, shooting cum out over her stomach, some high enough to land on her breasts, some missing and landing on the back of my car, my thought completely leaving my mind as the pleasure overtook me. When I was done, she put her hand on her stomach, rubbing the cum in, letting the water wash it away, licking her fingers. "Mmm. We made a bit of a mess again." She looked over at the cum that had shot out onto the car, and smiled her smile again at me, warming me and reminding me why I was in love with her, like I could ever forget. "Well," she purred, "we might as well wash it again." Lily Ch. 02 Chapter 2 Creating a Slut For ease of writing, the story changes at this point to third person. To keep the connection with the first part I have kept the opening as it was in the first chapter. Tell me what you would like to see happen to this girl and I will see what I can do in chapter 3. Also please send me any comments you might have as they are very helpful. I hope you enjoy... * We had put the girl in one of the rooms down on the second floor and left her for the night. By the morning she would be awake and ready for play. I had gone to report to Mr Hanson that the girl had been brought in yesterday evening. This place was his private play house. Here he hosted parties and came too relax. It was secluded from the rest of the world by virtue of the 100+ acres of grounds around the house. Mr Hanson had made his millions by inheritance at an early age. And as rich men often do he had turned his time and money to keeping himself from being bored. I had been recruited as a personal assistant nearly five years ago. Since then my job description had changed quite a bit. He had told me last night to meet him in the morning. I was often called in to "help out" with the girls. I woke early, showered, and dressed myself. At 26 I had yet to gain the paunch that so often accompanies aging. A few hours in the private gym or pool on the estate was enough to keep my body in good shape. High school had been lean years but since then I had thankfully filled out and grown away from names such as "stretch". Every day I thanked the gods of luck for landing me this job. The pay wasn't great but on the other had I was allowed to live here on the mansion and run the place while Mr Hanson was off on real world business. I arrived at Mr Hanson's personal suite and knocked on the door. A muffled "come in" was heard so I entered. "Ahh... James!" He looked genuinely happy to see me. Lucy was standing by his side. She was one of Mr Hanson's girlfriends, tall, black hair, supermodel looks, and with a taste for leather and black. In my eyes she was the sexiest thing around. Of course she was off limits, but on the other hand what Lucy wants she gets. Unfortunately I had yet to gain her good graces, but there was always time. "I think we will go talk to our new friend... Lily isn't it?" I nodded in agreement. All three of us headed down stairs... Lily Lily opened her eyes, confused and totally disorientated. Her mouth had a horrible taste in it and there was a pain in her head. She looked around trying to take stock of her surroundings and seeing a glass of water seized upon it and gulped it down. Her head was slowly clearing and so was her vision. The last she remembered she had been walking home from work. What the hell happened? She though. Where am I? She was lying on her side on what was appeared to be a single bed. It was a plain room and would have been totally normal except for the lack of any windows. Lily could feel the panic rising. She couldn't remember anything since she set out on the 10 minute walk home. How long ago was that? Her purse was gone, but other than it seems she was untouched. The sound of scraping at the door broke the silence making the girl jump. The door handle turned and the door slowly opened inwards. Into the room stepped two well built men and a tall girl. The men looked well dressed, fairly handsome and quite formidable; the girl was probably in her early 20's, was dressed in tight fitting black jeans, and looked like she could be on a photo shoot for a fashion magazine. Before Lily could utter a word the girl strode over to her. "Hi there, you are awake now are you?" She said with a pretty smile. Lily looked up at her and stumbled out some words "Yes, Where am... who are you?" "You don't have to worry about that. You have been picked for a very special program. All you have to do is follow directions and you will be very comfortable and will probably have a good time" the girl continued with the same smile. "Directions?" The girl didn't say anything but instead walked over and sat down beside her. Lily shifted uncomfortably. This was just too weird for her at the moment. Lily felt the distinct urge to just curl up and hide. She stifled the feeling and instead straightened her back. She looked up and tried to look the men in the eyes. Blue and black respectively, expressionless and harsh. It didn't work, Lily quickly dropped her glance. "This man will be your new master" The girl said in a flat tone. The slightly taller of the two men stepped forward. He was rather attractive although older, medium length hair, and although dressed totally in black the glint of his gold wristwatch spelt money. "Master?" Lily felt a nervous churning in her stomach even though she wasn't really sure what the word was implying. What the hell was going on here? She though. Maybe it's just some sort of joke, or dream and it would all be over in a second. Lily stood up. Enough is enough. "Listen I don't really know who you all are or why I am here but I think I really need to be going" She started towards the door, heart beating fast. The second man was in her way. No one else in the room moved, but as Lily walked to the door the man grabbed her arm. Pulled her back and bending the arm behind her back turned her to face the room. Both the tall man and the girl were smiling now. "I don't think you fully understand the situation... from now on you belong to me, Lily." Lily's cheeks were burning, how did he know her name? She couldn't think what to say, what the hell do you say to that? She thought. The tall man turned away and walked over to the bed. "Bring her here" The man holding her arm was pushing her forward to the bedside. "On your knees" he said. She didn't move. He pushed her forward and she fell over the bed, knees on the floor, chest lying across the bed, ass in the air. The man sat beside her, still holding her arms behind her back. Lily was scared. She didn't know what was going to happen next. She could feel his vice like grip on her hands and smell that vaguely familiar sent of clean sheets as without the support of her hands her face and breasts were pushed into the bed. Her heart was beating but it wasn't just from fear. This was playing out very like the fantasy she had spent so many nights rubbing her clit to. As she felt a twinge of excitement deep in her stomach she could feel the heat rising to her face and then quickly repressed the feeling. Lily was glad the bed could cover her blushing cheeks. She could feel the eyes behind her staring at her ass waiting. She shifted self-consciously closing the space between her legs. Suddenly she felt a pair of hands encircling her waist. She froze. Lily lifted her head up to protest but was shoved back down by the man sitting beside her. The hands below, fumbled with the clasp of her jeans for a second then began pealing off her pants. Now Lily began to fight back but they were too strong for her and in a second her pants were around her knees pinning her legs. Lily was very conscious of the black thong she was wearing. "She's got a nice and round ass, doesn't she baby?" it was the girl talking. The comment must have been directed at one of the guys. Lily liked her ass and usually didn't mind people looking at it, but also usually not while having her face pushed into a bed while two strange guys stripped her and a girl watched on. The first slap took her totally by surprise; Lily jumped and gave out a yelp of pain. Her ass cheek burned. "Now listen" the man standing behind her said. "There is only one rule, you obey me" A second slap on the other round and firm ass cheek. Again Lily whimpered. She wasn't used to pain. "If you obey me, I will take care of you, if not I will punish you" Smack! Lily could feel the heat in her ass now "from now on, you have no name other than the one I give you" smack! Ten more times Lily felt the hand connect with her ass. Each time she whimpered, but stifled any screams. Lily's eyes were tearing and her cheeks were burning red from the humiliating spanking she just received. "Get up" Lily was lifted into a sitting position on the bed; she winced as her burning ass came into contact with the cool sheets. She dropped her face to hide the blushing cheeks and tearful eyes. The two stood in front of her, but the third still sat besides her holding her arms making sure she wouldn't make another break for it. The tall one had the girl on his arm, her hands thrown around his neck, a small smile on her lips. "Baby, don't you think we've been a little harsh on her?" the girl said. The man smiled and dropped his head and gave the girl a lingering kiss. "Maybe you are right, why don't you show her the fun side of being here, Lucy?" he finally replied with a smile. Lily felt a rising apprehension. Lucy stepped forward and kneeled in front of Lily. "Don't worry I don't bite, at the moment anyway" Lucy smiled up at Lily. Lily jumped as the girl placed her hands on her legs. They felt cold and soft. She didn't really know what to think, where was this going? Lucy ran her hands up her legs and along her inner thighs nearly up to the black thong covering the girl's mound. Lily's heart was beating fast, her breath was shallow. She twitched nervously, but the firm strong hand on her back from the man beside her stilled her. Lucy leaned in and ran her fingers up the line of the thong just on either side of lily's mound. Lily felt the excitement rising in her belly. She could feel her nipples hardening. She knew it wasn't right. It was a girl's gentle touch that was making her feel these things, and Lily had never been with a girl. She didn't want this to happen, but heat in her body was not just from the humiliation she had received at the hands of these strangers. It wasn't the hand on her back that was keeping her legs open and allowing this strange girl access to her pussy. Lucy kept her hands moving, she could tell the girl was aroused. Lucy reached forward and ran her fingers along the line of the thong; with one finger she lightly traced the line of the girl's pussy through the panties. Lily jumped and drew her breath sharply at the touch. She suddenly realised her pussy was very wet. John Hanson looked down at the girl in front of him. Her head was thrown back, mouth slightly open. Her back was arched against john holding her arms, her large breasts pushed out, nipples clearly visible through the tight shirt. He could see tension in her legs as Lucy teased her pussy with her fingers. Lucy leant forward a gently place a kiss on Lily's mound through the black fabric. The panties were soaking wet. Lily moaned and Lucy could feel the girl push forwards towards her mouth. Lucy drew back laughing "I think she gets the idea" Lily suddenly snapped back to the moment cheeks burning red again. But frustrated at the same time wishing Lucy would come back. No she didn't. It wasn't right; she was here against her will. "I think you will make a good addition to this place, you are perhaps a little too aroused for your own good, maybe if you decide to behave next time we will give you what you want." Mr Hanson said smiling to Lily, she tried to shake her head but he had already turned away. The three stood up and walked out of the room closing the door behind them. Lily was left sitting on the edge of the bed, pants around her ankles, pussy soaking wet, ass burning from the spanking. She was breathing heavily, for a second the though of Lucy pushing the thong aside and dipping her tongue into lily's wetness while the two men watched brought a new flush of heat to her face. Against her better judgement Lily reached down and slid a finger inside the thong. She was dripping. This was so wrong she thought. Then in one quick movement she slid two fingers into her wet pussy and ground her hand against her swollen clit. Lifting her hips off the bed she gave her pussy the release it had been waiting for, grinding against her hot wetness. It took only a few seconds and she felt the orgasm building in her belly. Lily kept fucking her hand until brought herself up to the edge. Then finally she felt herself clench down on her fingers and explode into orgasmic bliss. Lily fell back and curled her legs up, hand still between her legs, pants still around her ankles. On the monitor in his own room, James watched the unsuspecting girl fuck herself. He could feel his erection pushing out against his pants. It had been there ever since he had spanked her earlier. There was no denying she was hot, large breasts but not too large, a perfect ass, nicely toned figure, and a pretty innocent. Like he had said before, delicious. A good little slut, a little in denial but it seems she would be eating out of the palm of their hand in not time. He smiled he couldn't wait to feel that wetness on his cock. But only after she begged for it, he though smiling to himself. Lily Ch. 02 "You have the same power." Lily glared at her boyfriend trying to look more upset then she really was. They were standing in his dorm room. "Yeah." "Why the fuck didn't you tell me? You knew I had this power." "Yeah." Luke was waiting for her to start screaming. He was waiting for her to dump him. He had known for a while that she was controlling him sexually and he loved going along for the ride. Now he had finally decided that tonight, on their three-month anniversary, would be a good time to tell her the truth. "Are we still going to date?" Lily's world was crashing down on her. He knew. He didn't really love her. She had been caught up in the thrill of everything. "How about I show you what I want instead." Luke grinned and imagined his long fingers stroking he pussy slowly. "Don't." Lily whispered those words under her breath. Luke was grinning from ear to ear and was holding back laughter. "What's wrong baby? Don't you like when I finger you. He was imagining his fingers deep inside her tight pussy and here she was squirming around. "Two can play this game." Lily thought hard and imagined herself sucking on his cock. She grinned when Luke jerked. "You win." Luke was panting hard and was happy when she stopped what she was doing. *** "Do you wish we didn't have these powers?" Luke had found an area in the front lawn that was empty and secluded. Lily sat down across from him, her legs crossed. "Yeah. I hated it. In high school I was teased so much and had to watch to make sure I didn't wish for bad things to happen." "Me too. Once I made a guy I hated start flirting with the geekiest girl in school. He thought he was totally in love with her." "I like that we're connected. I like knowing that even when we're apart I can make you feel good." Lily leaned over and kissed him softly. She cleared her mind of everything she was thinking about. She wanted this kiss to be only about him. Luke moaned and pulled her into his lap. He cleared his mind and thought only of his girlfriend. He ran his hands over her back and cupped her ass. Lily was rocking back and forth gently, whimpering. "You drive me crazy. You know that right. Absolutely crazy." Luke was running his hands over her stomach, inching his way up her body. "I know. I love you." Lily bit her lip as she said those words. She had never said that to anyone else before. "I love you too." Luke barely had time to finish the sentence when they both heard loud chuckling. They turned to be face to face with Georgie. Luke knew he was a big football player at the college, but had never spoken to him. Engineers stayed away from the jocks. "Little Lily has a friend. So cute. You making him like you like you do all your boyfriends. You know it doesn't count when you force them to fuck you." Luke took two deep breaths and slid Lily off his lap to stand up. He had no idea who this guy was, but he was not about to let him talk to Lily that way. "Get lost. Mind your own fucking business." "As if you'd be attracted to that lump of lard. She is fat you know, and ugly. Not like you're any better, but I could hook you up with a lot of cute horny girls." Luke did not know what came over him, but he took a swing at Georgie. His fist made contact with his cheek and George stumbled back. Luke punched him in the stomach. He had so much strength he could not believe it. Punch after punch was thrown at George and finally he stopped and stared. "Don't you dare come near my girlfriend again. You don't scare us." "Let's go." Lily held his hand tight and they walked down the path towards his dorm room. They did not notice Georgie scowling at him nor did they see his friends come running to see what had happened. The couple did not say a word the whole way to the dorm and it was not until they entered the room and locked the door that Luke spoke. "I have no idea what happened back there. I just lost it. Fuck, he'll probably call the police on me." "It's my fault. I made you do it. I wanted you to beat him up. I'm sorry." Lily was biting her lip like she did when she was nervous. She saw Luke smile and knew he was not mad. "Come here baby." Luke sat down on the bed and started to undo her jeans. "He's the guy that teased you in high school right?" Lily just nodded. She felt his hands slide her panties and jeans down her legs and she stepped out of them. "I hate him." Lily raised her hands and let Luke undress her completely, removing her shirt and bra. "I wish I didn't have this power." Luke was undressing himself now and nodded at her statement. Once he was naked, he lay her down on his bed and entered her slowly. "We can get rid of the power forever, if you want." Luke was pushing slowly and deeply in and out of her pussy. She was always so tight and the fact she was not soaking wet was a pleasant surprise. The friction felt good and he could prolong the slow torture. "I know we can. Do you want to?" Lily stroked her nipples softly. She was slowly being built to an explosive orgasm. In just a short period, Luke knew exactly what to do to make her cum and all she could do was layback and moan. "One more play night and then we'll do it. Oh God make me cum please." Lily whimpered those words and began to thrust up hard and fast. Luke slid her legs onto his shoulders and pumped hard and fast. He was close to cumming and was waiting for her to cum first. "Oh." Lily cried out and thrashed around under him. Luke thrusted twice more and then exploded inside her. He held his cock deep inside her and leaned over to kiss her. "I love you. You know that right?" Luke nuzzled her nose and smiled. "Yeah. I love you to." Lily Ch. 03 "What are you doing right now?" Lily held her cell phone as she wandered through the lingerie store. She knew that she should be studying for midterms, but she needed a break. She had wandered through the entire mall and had only one thought on her mind – Luke. Luke was her boyfriend of only a few months. In the short period of time they had known each other, they had fallen head over heels in love with each other. They were truly connected both physically and emotionally. Lily also wanted to do something she had been dying to do for a while. This was her last chance before they met Delilah. "I'm in my room studying. Why?" Luke always smiled when he spoke with Lily. She was so sweet, cute, and romantic. They had made a deal not to see each other during midterms. Neither one of them could trust each other or themselves to keep their hands to themselves. Their marks had been dropping and the last thing they needed was to have to repeat some first year classes. "I think I want to suck your cock." Lily whispered those words and then quickly exited the store. She walked the short distance to the door and then down the row to her car. She opened her mouth and licked gently in the air. She did enjoy this part of her mind control powers. It was something she had had since she was a child. She did not truly understand it until high school when she could control others, making them do whatever she wanted. "Fuck. I'm trying to study." Luke felt her tongue on his cock and he rolled onto his back and closed his eyes. He was holding the cell phone tight, trying to concentrate. "I would love for you to cum all over your stomach. Having me lick your cock, tasting your precum." Lily was in her car now and was breathing hard. She and Luke had spoken about doing this, but had never actually done it. "I wish you were here doing this for real." Luke undid his shorts and slid them down. He watched as his cock throbbed and pulsed. "It's more fun this way. Imagine me deep throating you now, all the way to the base." Lily was driving home now, hoping no one noticed her facial expression. "Fuck. Lily seriously. I'd rather you here." Luke pushed at his cock, but of course realized that there was no one there. She was inside his mind, controlling his sexual thoughts. "Nope. You're cumming right now." Lily closed her mouth and hummed. She imagined his cock in her mouth and could almost taste the semen as it filled her mouth. Luke watched helplessly as he came all over his stomach. He could hear Lily panting and knew that she was aroused. "You coming over?" Luke could not move. He had cum so hard his toes were tingling. "Yeah. I wanted to play one last time before we saw Delilah." "I'll be outside waiting." Luke hung up the phone and then cleaned up the mess. His mind was spinning. Luke ran out to the parking lot and jumped into her car. "Did you like your virtual blowjob?" Lily was smiling. Luke was not. "No, I didn't. Do you know where you're going?" Lily nodded and half the drive was silence. Finally she spoke. "I'm sorry. I always wanted to do that and never wanted to do it with any other guy. This is getting out of control. I know it. Delilah will be able to help." Luke reached out, grabbed her thigh, and squeezed gently. They pulled down a street and were stunned at how run down it looked. The houses were boarded up and there were people just lying outside their homes. They found the address for her house and stopped the car. Delilah was a well-known witch in town. She had given mind control powers to a bunch of computer geeks and the only reason that was known was that they were stupid enough to blurt out what she had done. She lived in a tiny house with a cracked window. She answered the door before they had a chance to knock. She was an older woman with a great smile and healthy teeth. She smelled like spaghetti sauce. Her outfit was orange and her hair was strangely the same color. "Come in. Come in." Luke and Lily followed her in and sat next to each other on the sofa. "I've only had to do this once before so I apologize for taking so long. Psychic powers are very strong and reversing them is complicated. Did you bring the things I asked you to?" Delilah held out her hand and was handed a lock of each of their hair. She placed it in a cup and ran her hand over it. "Right. Just drink the liquid. One big gulp each. You might feel dizzy, but then no more powers. No more being able to hypnotize people. No more controlling people's thoughts. No more using your power for sexual gratification." Luke and Lily held the cup. Lily gulped the drink down first and then offered it to Luke. There was enough for another sip so they both finished it off. They placed the cup on the stained coffee table and waited. They felt no different. "Is that all?" Luke was surprised. "Yes that's all. You want smoke and sparks or something?" "No. Thank you." Luke thanked the old woman and walked to the front door. Lily nodded at the old woman and they left quietly. Delilah locked her door and pocketed the money they gave her into her bra.