0 comments/ 40785 views/ 0 favorites Eye Contact By: khollen2 I saw her sitting at the table across the room and she stood out like a rose among dandelions. I think it was her eyes that drew my gaze and while I gazed upon her she looked up and caught me. A smile told me she was as friendly as she was pretty. I had only a couple of hours till my next meeting and I wanted to make the best of my free time. It had been a long week and I was especially looking forward to the weekend. I figured a cup of Java and a walk in the park would fill the time nicely before the meeting. I was about to leave but before I got up the lady with the eyes stood and walked toward me. I thought it would be nice to watch her walk by so I remained seated. What a surprise it was when as she walked past my table she dropped a piece of paper next to my cup and continued on. I was even more surprised when I read the words ‘Are you ready for an adventure? I am.’ Now this is not something that happens every day so I was a little perplexed by what she meant. As I looked back at her walking away she turned and gave my that smile again and that made up my mind. I dropped a couple of bucks on the table and followed her out the door and down the street. I couldn’t help but to notice how wonderfully sexy her ass looked as she strolled down the sidewalk, her pleated skirt swaying with the movement of her hips. This whole thing was having an intoxicating effect on me and I could feel myself grow hard with desire for this woman I had not even meet. I could also not believe I was actually following her, not knowing who she was, where she was going and once we got there what we were going to do. I knew what I wanted to do but that may not be what she had in mind. There was only one way to find out though! We came to an apartment building and I followed her inside to the second floor. She stopped in front of what I presumed to be her apartment door as she looked for her keys. I came up behind her and put my arms around her stomach pulling her back into me and began to kiss the back of her neck. She just seemed to melt into me and sighed as I licked her neck and ears while bringing my hands up to her breasts and squeezing them through the thin material of her blouse. She began to rub her ass against my now very hard cock while reaching back and fondling my ass. I slipped my hands inside her blouse and unhooked her bra to feel her naked breasts and hardening nipples. There was a click behind us and we turned to see a woman from the apartment down the hall come out. She looked at us and realized what we were doing and quickly went back inside with a shocked look on her face. The woman in my arms quickly put her keys into the lock and opened the door. We practically fell into the apartment but immediately proceeded to attack one another. She turned around and knelt down in front of me, pulling my zipper down and reaching inside to pull out my cock which had softened a bit by now. She immediately took my entire member into her mouth bathing it in her warm saliva which had a hardening effect to say the least. I also noticed a hard and cold object rubbing the underside of my cock which took me a few moments to realize was a stud pierced through her tongue. I had never felt anything like this before but quickly decided that it was a very sensuous feeling. I looked down at this beautiful stranger, her lips wrapped around my cock, her breasts full and ripe with nipples standing at attention and areola swollen with desire. I could not believe this was happening but at the same time enjoying it more than word could possibly describe. Her tongue was bringing me to a climax fast. The way she twirled her tongue around the head of my cock and then back down to the base, all while fondling my balls with her feminine fingers. She was even able to completely swallow me, taking me into her throat which sent shivers down my spine unlike anything I have ever felt. This was to much for me to take and I exploded into her mouth, pumping time and time again as she swallowed as much as she could without choking. I pulled out of her mouth to rub my cock over her lips coating them with the remainder of my cum. She looked up at me as I did this with lust in her eyes and she was so beautiful I had to kiss her, tasting my own cum on her lips. I then pushed my tongue deep into her mouth, making us one with desire. I pulled her up and removed the remainder of her clothing taking in this exotic and sensuous woman from head to toe. She moved with a passion as I peeled her panties off and slid my hand up her legs to her slit. She was completely shaven with the exception of a little triangle of hair just above her clit and she was also completely soaked in her own juices. Her lips were swollen and protruding with her clit hard and peeking out of its little hood. I ran my hand over her, feeling every inch of her and even piercing her with my fingers. She took a quick breath as I did this and stiffened which told me how ready she was. She spoke her first words “Please, I need you. I want you inside of me, please” This was great! I stood back up and turned her around with my cock pressed against her ass. She pressed back into me and swayed her ass, rubbing my cock and making it swell once again. I love a beautiful ass and hers was exquisite. As she rubbed me I had visions of piercing her ass with my hard cock and this made me even harder. I knew this was not the time for that but the thought still electrified me. I wrapped my arms around her and fondled her breast, pinching her nipples maybe a little to hard because she gasped as I did this. I began to lick the back of her neck and this also seemed to get a reaction from her. She seemed so ready but I wanted this to last. I lowered my hand down to her pussy, fondling her and running a finger around her clit. I pierced her with one, then two fingers, drawing her juices out and all over my hand. I licked them off of my fingers like a candy and she tasted very good. I then bent her over the table face down and spread her legs as wide as she could, giving me complete access to her dripping pussy. I rubbed my cock all over her pussy, paying special attention to her clit. I could feel how hard and extended her clit was and this excited me even more. I bent down and ran my tongue over her clit and pussy, lapping up as much of her juice as I could get. I even ran the tip of my tongue over her tight little back hole, gentle piercing her with the tip. She tensed when I did this and I wasn’t sure if she liked it or tensed because she thought it was naughty. Then I replaced my tongue with my cock, running it up and down the length of her slit and soaking it in her juice. She began to whimper and I could just barely hear her beg for my cock. She was bucking back and forth and saying “fuck me, fuck my hole with your cock, please fuck me” I couldn’t hold back any more, it was time! I thrust my cock deep into her drawing a scream from her. I just stayed like that, buried to my balls inside her enjoying the warm wet feeling of her pussy completely enveloping me. I could feel her juices running down my balls to my leg, completely soaking us both. Slowly I drew out till just the tip of my cock remained, held it for a moment and then drove back into her hard, forcing her into the table. Again she screamed and I spasmed. She put her hand down between her legs and began to rub her clit, bringing herself even higher. Every once in a while she would fondle my balls while I was buried inside of her. This was feeling way to good! I looked down to see that beautiful ass again and couldn’t help myself. I began to run my thumb around her tight little hole, pressing more and more until she gave in and I sank into her. As my cock thrust into her slit my thumb thrust into her ass. Again I heard a groan and she stiffened but I was to far gone to wonder whether this was what she wanted or not. I began to lose control and started pumping in and out of her like a madman, unable to stop or control myself. She had taken me over the edge of sanity and I had nothing to say about it. I slammed into her time and time again bringing myself to the ultimate. All I could feel was my cock and the blood rushing through my head and then lights were exploding in my head. I exploded deep inside this woman like I have never climaxed before squirting powerful jets of cum deep into her womb. She scream at the same time that I came and all of a sudden she was shaking, almost a convulsion it seemed. Then she tensed and collapsed onto the table. I collapsed onto her. This woman who I had not even spoken to had taken me places I could only dream about. I slipped into a dream like state wondering who she was, what was her name. There were a million questions. Slowly I started to come out of my stupor and so did she. We fell to the floor in each others arms and kissed. Even her kiss was passionate! I was about to ask her name and she put a finger to my lips and shook her head. We got up and she handed me my clothes and then went into the bathroom. I dressed and walked to the door and was just about to knock but stopped. Something inside me said not to, that I should just leave this as it was. Maybe I will meet her again, maybe not. I left her apartment wondering what had just happened. I knew what happened but then again I didn’t know. I thought this is a crazy world, but a great one! Eye Contact Dr. Mason glanced over at his waiting room and smiled at the wonderful sight. It was filled with attractive and horny women waiting to see him. His customers were all females and possessed attractive qualities. There was a reason for his fortune of beautiful women. Dr. Mason was an Optometrist with a passion for mind control and hypnosis. His life work was one big game to him and his customers were the playing pieces. The game starts the moment his customers walk in the door. His office is strategically set-up to arouse his customers. Subliminal messages are intertwined in the soft background music and in the paintings and pictures that hang on the walls. A subtle aroma fills the office, coaxing his waiting customers into relaxation. On this day, one customer caught his attention. Her name was Kerri and she was a new customer. Kerri was new to the area and had made the appointment because her contacts had been bothering her. She chose Dr. Mason's office because his add in the yellow pages seemed to jump out at her. Not to mention his picture on the advertisement showed a young and handsome doctor. When she first walked into the office and glanced into the waiting room she thought she stumbled into a model agency. Dr. Mason really knew how to attract the women, she thought. She had settled comfortably into a seat and was waiting for her name to be called for her appointment. Sitting in the room she felt calm and relaxed. Her eyes wandered to a strange painting on the wall infront of her. It was a whirl of red, blue, and green colors. It was a strange picture but very intriguing to Kerri. After starring out it for a moment, she could swear that among the blur of colors was the shape of a long hard penis. She shook her head and laughed to herself, thinking my mind is in the gutter today. After that thought she began to feel horny. Quickly her eyes moved to another painting hoping she could get her mind out of the gutter and calm her horniness. The next painting was an abstract painting similar to the first one. As her eyes settled on the curving and flowing shapes her mind began to drift off. Images of her boyfriend Dan popped into her head. The night before he had come over to her house after work. He had a big presentation at work so he was dressed like a stud. He looked extremely hot in his dark, custom fitted suit and crisp white shirt. Suspenders and gold cuff links completed his stylish look. Kerri remembered her heart racing at the sight. It wasn't that often he dressed up. Daydreaming about him she could almost smell the musky aroma of his cologne that caused her to loose her inhibitions and attack him. She played out the erotic moment in her mind. She recalled that it only took a few minutes before they were both naked and kissing. Kerri's hand reached down and grabbed his soft cock. She loved the feeling of his cock growing hard in her hands. A few gentle pulls and tugs started the process. His cock quickly stiffened and filled her hands while her tongue probed his mouth. She ran her fingers down his hard shaft and over his balls. She loved running her fingers through his soft, thick pubic hair. Dan's hand quickly found its way to her pussy which was already wet with excitement. His fingers massaged her clit and probed at her wet hole. Kerri's body shuddered at his touch. Soon he was fingering her hot pussy in rhythm with the hand job she was giving him. They were fucking each other through their hands. Kerri pushed Dan backwards onto the couch. He had fucked her so many times. Now it was her turn to fuck him. Dan was sitting up on the couch and Kerri straddled him. She got up on her knees and positioned her pussy over his pulsing cock. Slowly she eased down on him, allowing his hard cock to fill and stretch her pussy. Dan arched his back and groaned at the pleasure. The warm full feeling inside Kerri was electric. She put her hand on his broad shoulders for support and began to bounce up and down on his cock, controlling the rhythm to her benefit. His cock was hers now, to use for her selfish pleasure. Her pussy muscles flexed and squeezed his throbbing cock causing a duet of deep inhibited moans. Kerri's orgasm was approaching fast.... A gentle tap on her shoulder caused Kerri to jump out of her erotic dream. The lady sitting next to her asked "Are you Kerri?" Kerri was a little startled. "Uhh yeah, that's me." "You're next. The receptionist has been calling your name." "Oh. Yes. Thank you. Sorry. I guess I was lost in deep thought," Kerri said with embarrassment. The woman knowingly replied, "Don't worry about it. I know what you mean. It happens to me all of the time." Kerri was a little flustered as she stood up and made her way over to the receptionist. Her body was tingling with excitement and she could feel wetness in her crotch. Although no-one could see her arousal, she felt as though her body was glowing sex, and she became embarrassed at her arousal. Thankfully the receptionist just greeted her with a friendly smile and led her to a counter to wait for Dr. Mason. When Dr Mason greeted her, she was surprised and delighted at how young and handsome he was. She had wondered why the waiting room was filled with gorgeous women and now she knew. Kerri was only 21 herself, and she figured Dr Mason was in his mid 20's, which to her seemed a little young for an Optometrist. However, one look into his deep blue eyes erased all thoughts about his qualifications. Dr. Mason was kind and easy to talk to. Kerri found herself flirting and laughing at his silly jokes during her eye exam. Dr. Mason seemed to flirt right back. The way he looked into her eyes was different then what other doctors would do. There was a special warmth and openness in his look that made Kerri's stomach float with butterflies. When he wanted Kerri to tilt her head, his strong hands seemed to gently caress her face. Kerri was enjoying the doctor's visit and was feeling good about herself. Finally after a few tests, Dr. Mason indicated that Kerri was having a reaction to her contacts and that he had a special treatment that might solve the problem. Dr Mason explained that it would take about an hour for her vision to clear after the treatment. He had a room in the back of the office where she could relax during the treatment. The thought of spending another hour with the handsome doctor was appealing to Kerri. However, she had planned on heading to the gym for an early workout so she decided to reschedule. Kerri innocently flashed her eyes at Dr. Mason. "I'm pressed for time, so I'll have to schedule a follow-up appointment for the treatment." Dr. Mason was disappointed in her response. Usually his charm and wit along with the hypnotic atmosphere of his office, kept the girls on edge and wanting more. He was attracted to Kerri and could tell that she was attracted to him. Like so many of his other customers, her warm smile and flirting eyes were enough to cause a slight stir in his pants. He was hoping to get a glimpse up her short skirt while administering her treatment. He had plans for her but they would have to wait. She's a strong willed woman he thought to himself. Kerri's response was disappointing but the devious Dr. Mason had a back-up plan. He was not going to let his new subject get away. She had too much potential for fun with Dr. Mason. "That's fine Kerri," Dr. Mason said in a professional tone. "Just give me a minute and I'll get you a pair of temporary contacts that may be less irritable for you." Dr. Mason disappeared into a small storage room for a brief moment. High on a shelf in the back of the room he located a small black box. He pulled a key from his pocket and opened the box. Inside were two different types of contacts; one marked D120 and one marked S120. These were special contacts that Dr. Mason had created himself. These were the secrets to his successful practice and the secret to his private sexual escapades. The D120's had the power of dominance. When inserted into the eye, the person becomes overcome with the desire to dominate other people. The true magic occurs when eye contact is made. Not only does the person wearing the contacts become aggressive and dominant, but the person who makes eye contact is immediately overcome with the desire to obey and please the person wearing the contacts. It's like an instantaneous hypnosis. The S120's have the opposite effect. The person wearing the S120's becomes submissive while the person who makes eye contact is overcome with the need to dominate that person. Dr Mason had used these contacts to hypnotize his patients in various ways. Many would enjoy the power of dominance and would find themselves addicted to the D120's. This kept the customers coming back for more. Like a drug dealer, Dr. Mason would get them hooked with a free sample and then roll in the money as they came back for more. He would also use their addiction to for his own pleasures. When the women were desperate for another pair of contacts, they would do anything to get them. The S120's were great for all out control. He would use these to turn his patients into sex hungry slaves. Under his control he could make them do anything and they would keep coming back for more and pay for his services. To his mindless sex slaves, weekly doctor's visits were a normal part of life. They sucked his cock, masturbated for him, and spread their pussies wide open for his enjoyment. He would even start to influence the way they dressed and acted in public, turning them into hormone crazy sluts. His cock grew hard in his pants just thinking about the potential for Kerri. The only question in his mind was which pair of contacts to give Kerri. After careful consideration, Dr. Mason reached down and picked up a pair of S120's. Kerri would make a great slave he thought. He returned to the counter where Kerri was patiently waiting and daydreaming about Dr. Mason. She couldn't believe how hot and aroused she had become during this visit. As the doctor walked toward her, she noticed a new bulge in his pants. She laughed to herself, thinking that her flirting must be getting to him. Mason moved a mirror over to Kerri and handed her the contacts. After Kerri put the contacts on, Dr. Mason led her over to the receptionist. "These should hold you over for about a week. Anne will schedule a follow-up appointment for you." Dr. Mason avoided eye contact and looked over at Anne. "Anne, schedule her for an hour as soon as possible." Anne smiled and winked at Dr Mason. She was his partner in crime... The words 'as soon as possible' were code words to indicate that Kerri was wearing the S120's. It was Anne's job to have a little fun and test Kerri's contacts to ensure they were working. She looked into Kerri's eyes and Kerri felt a short shiver pass through her body. For a moment her mind went blank. Anne commanded her to sit down and Kerri obeyed without thinking. Anne's tone was firm and authoritive. "You will come back in two days at 3:00 pm." "O.K." Kerri replied without questioning the order or checking her calendar for availability. Anne could tell that the contacts were working. Not only was Kerri in a submissive state, but Anne was feeling a need to dominate Kerri. Anne was all too familiar with this feeling and she had learned to suppress and control the sudden surge of emotions in the office. She decided to test Kerri a little more. "Kerri. I saw you flirting with Dr. Mason. Did you have a good time?" Kerri flushed with embarrassment. "Uhh. I'm sorry... I mean I don't know what you're talking about." "You don't have to lie. All the girls flirt with him. If you want to get to know him, I can help you." Kerri was unsure what to do. She was embarrassed but something seemed to be telling her to listen to Anne. She suddenly had a strong need for Anne's advice. Without waiting for an answer, Anne began to instruct Kerri. "First of all you need to dress sexier on your next visit. Unbutton your shirt and show some cleavage. The way you are dressed now is not sexy at all." Kerri's self confidence suddenly deflated. She felt the need to prove to Anne that she could be sexy. She reached down and undid the top three buttons on her blouse exposing her tanned cleavage and the top of her pink lace bra. Anne's eyed fixated on Kerri's firm and perky breasts. The bra held them nice and tight creating eye catching mounds of cleavage. Anne had to see more. "That's nice Kerri. Unbutton your shirt all the way so I can get a good look at the bra you are wearing. It might not fit Dr. Mason's tastes." Kerri hesitated and looked around the full waiting room. Everyone seemed to be in their own world and not even paying attention to what she was doing. She felt odd about unbuttoning her shirt in plain view of everyone. Anne looked into her eyes and repeated her command. "Kerri, unbutton your shirt for me. You want to show me that you are sexy, right?" Anne's eyes and words had a strange effect on Kerri. Kerri's hands started unbuttoning her shirt. For a brief moment Kerri's mind panicked. She could not believe she was undressing in a public room. It was a brief thought that was replaced with the desire and need to please Anne. Soon her shirt was unbuttoned and falling off her shoulders. Anne smiled at her captive and took in the lovely site of her firm breasts. The bra was outlined in pink lace with a thin transparent fabric covering the front of her breasts. Anne enjoyed the view of her dark aureoles and nipples showing through the fabric. Anne stood in front of Kerri and slowly traced her hands along the sides of Kerri's breasts causing Kerri to sigh with pleasure. "I just love the soft feel of this bra," Anne said coyly. "It's very sexy. It think Dr. Mason will love it." Anne continued rubbing small circles around the sides of Kerri's breasts. The light rubbing overtop of the soft fabric felt incredible to Kerri. Kerri's heart began to pound in her chest and her nipples swelled and poked through the thin bra. Anne's hands moved in wider circles, gently sliding across the front of Kerri's tits, but avoiding her nipples. Her fingers caressed and gently squeezed all around her tits. The teasing was driving Kerri crazy. Her heart pounded faster, her breaths became deeper, and her pussy grew wetter by the moment. Kerri could not believe that she was receiving such pleasure from another women. Kerri did not want it to stop. Anne's hands finally slid down inside Kerri's bra and over her nipples. Kerri's legs became weak from the excitement. Anne pinched each nipple causing Kerri to shudder and groan. Kerri had to place her hands on Anne's shoulders to support her weakening legs. "There, there Kerri, "Anne whispered into her ear. "Let's not get carried away." Anne stopped fondling Kerri's breasts and ordered her to stand up straight. Kerri was disappointed that the fun had to stop but she obeyed. She was so enthralled with Anne that she could not think about anything but pleasing and obeying her. Anne continued her scrutiny of Kerri. "Let's see what you have under that skirt sweetie. Hold it up for me to see." "Yes, Miss Anne," replied Kerri. She did not even know why she said 'Miss Anne.' It just seemed to be the right thing to say. Kerri partially unzipped the side of the denim skirt and then pulled the bottom hem up over her waist and held it there. Anne's eyes fell onto a pair of silk thong panties. Kerri's arousal seemed to grow just at the thought of Anne staring at her panties. "How nice, they match you're bra." Anne reached down a slid her fingers over the smooth silk panties. She could feel Kerri's soft fleshy lips underneath the fabric. As she applied pressure to her fingers, Kerri's hips automatically pushed forward. Anne continued to massage Kerri's clit through the panties and Kerri continued to gyrate her hips, trying to push Anne's fingers deep inside her hot pussy. Kerri was lost in a world of ecstasy. Her pussy juices were flowing like a river and leaking out the sides of her panties. She wanted Anne to pull off her panties and shove her fingers deep inside. Her knees began to weaken again and once again she held onto to Anne for support. Anne enjoyed this control she had over Kerri. She whispered into her ear, "that's right Kerri. Enjoy my pleasure. Be my slut. Fuck my fingers." The words ignited a hot passionate fire in Kerri. She started to grind her pussy harder against Anne's hand. Anne's fingers slid under the crotch of Kerri's panties. Three fingers pushed deep into her pulsing hole. The pleasure was intense for Kerri... She could not believe that she was going to orgasm at the hand of another woman. She could not believe that she was doing this in plain view of everyone. In her mind she didn't care. She was at the mercy of Miss Anne. Miss Anne controlled her thoughts and passions at the moments. Kerri was leaning on Miss Anne and grinding her pussy against her probing fingers. Her pussy muscles tightened and she exploded into an orgasm, moaning into Anne's shoulder. In her passionate frenzy, Kerri did not even notice that one woman in the waiting room had fixated on her. This woman was not upset or disgusted at the scene. She was excited and aroused. She was discreetly playing with her pussy while watching Kerri become another pawn in Dr. Mason's game. Kerri stood breathless and in awe at Miss Anne's ability to bring her great pleasure. Miss Anne slid Kerri's panties off and deposited them into a desk drawer with other used panties. These were Anne's collection, her trophies from other mindless sluts that she controlled. Miss Anne abruptly ended the meeting. "That will be all Kerri. We'll see you in a few days for your follow-up appointment." Kerri felt emptiness. She did not want to leave. She wanted to be with Anne. Kerri pleaded. "Miss Anne, I don't want to go. You made me feel so incredible. I want to be with you. I want to be sexy for you and please you." Anne was happy with her control over this beautiful woman. It was just as tough for her to end the session. Anne's pussy was on fire beneath the counter. It took all her will power and mind control to suppress the surge of dominant emotions created by the contacts. Her mind was telling her to turn Kerri into her pleasure toy and have her way with her. It would be so easy to do, but she had to play the game and stick with Dr. Mason's strategy. She couldn't let things go too far too early. Anne gently caressed Kerri's cheek with her hand while she spoke, "Oh, you sweet little slut..." the words slut echoed in Kerri's ears. She wanted to be a slut. She wanted to be Miss Anne's slut. "....You're time will come. You must earn my respect. You will learn to be an obedient little slut. Now go and leave me alone." Anne's words were direct and powerful. Kerri buttoned her shirt up and walked out of the office. Her face showed disappointment. She thought she was a good little slut. She couldn't wait for her next appointment with Dr. Mason. When Kerri sat down in her car and closed the door. She could smell her own sexual aroma filling the small confined space. Her pussy was hot and wet underneath her skirt. Her mind was frazzled at what had just occurred. Kerri took a few deep breaths and calmed herself down. Kerri decided to stick with her plan to go to the gym. Since it was early in the day it would be empty and she could get a great workout in. A workout might help her relax and make sense of what happened earlier. At the gym, Kerri went into the locker room and changed into workout clothes. She wore a light blue tank top which did little to cover the straps of her sports bra. This was a look that a lot of the women at the gym preferred. It was comfortable and cool. She put on white cotton panties and gray shorts which clung nicely to her ass. Eye Contact The gym was not crowded so Kerri decided to get some help from a trainer. There were a few machines that she wanted to try out, but she was unsure how to use them. Kerri went over to the trainer's office and walked in. A fit young man was looking down, reading some paperwork. "Excuse me I was wondering...," Kerri words trailed off when the trainer looked up and made eye-contact. Time stood still for a split second and Kerri's mind went blank. The trainer, who was normally a polite guy, looked at Kerri and in an annoying voice asked what she wanted. Kerri didn't know what to say. She couldn't remember why she came into his office. She felt embarrassed and ashamed for being there. "I...I... don't know," she stuttered. "I'm sorry. I guess I need help with something. I don't know what to do." "You do need help," the trainer fired back. He didn't know why but he suddenly felt the need to dominate and control Kerri. He decided to play with her mind a bit. He wanted to see her beg for his help. "I can help you but why should I? What's in it for me?" The more she looked into his eyes, the more Kerri wanted him to help her and tell her what to do. "I'll do anything you want. I just need your help. Please...please," Kerri pleaded. Kerri's pleading eyes and desperate voice caused the trainer's cock to stir in his pants. The new power he had over her was exciting him. "If I help you it's for my pleasure. You must do whatever I say, is that understood?" Kerri nodded her head yes and the orders started immediately. "Give me a reason to want to help you. Take off the bra and those shorts so I have something nice to look at...." Kerri quickly pulled her bra out from under her shirt and pulled off her shorts and placed them on his desk. Now she was standing in his office wearing nothing but sneakers, white cotton panties and a tank top. Her breasts were barely contained in the thin material of the tank top, leaving little to the imagination. Kerri noticed a bulge in the trainer's white cotton shorts as he circled her, taking in her half naked body. His scrutiny of her and his commanding orders created butterflies in her stomach; Butterflies that tickled her insides in a strange and erotic way. Being under his control was arousing her and her pussy was once again moist and tingling. "Very nice. I can tell you keep yourself in shape. Follow-me." The trainer quickly walked out of his office and down a hallway. Kerri was hesitant about walking around the gym half naked but she did not have time to think about it. She did not want to upset her trainer. She followed behind him like a puppy chasing his master. Thankfully the gym was pretty empty. One guy passed her in the hallway and stared with a drooling grin on his face. Kerri felt a little humiliated but quickly walked by. The trainer led her into a workout room that was for Women only. Kerri was relieved at this. The room was empty and chances were that no one would come in. Hardly anybody used the room, especially in the middle of the day. The trainer made her do some stretches to warm up. He stood and watched as she stretched her arms over and behind her head. Kerri wanted to impress her new master so she moved slowly and exaggerated her stretches, trying to be sexy. She spread her legs wide and slowly bent forward and touched the ground with her hands. In this position, Kerri knew that he could see her nipples under the loose shirt. She was aware that he was standing behind her and staring at her pubic hair and puffy lips peeking out from the crotch of her panties. She felt like a stripper putting her body on display for him. Her pussy grew wetter. As she was bent forward with her legs spread, she felt the trainer's hands on her hips and then she gasped as he rubbed his cock against her crotch. The firm pressure felt incredible on Kerri's sex. She starting grinding against him, trying to feel more of his cock but after a few seconds he pulled away and told her to stand up. When he walked in front of her, her eyes were drawn to the outline of his hard cock in his shorts. She was pleased to see a wet spot where the tip of his cock rested. The trainer was extremely excited now. He had almost shot a load in his shorts when he was rubbing his cock against her crotch. He had enough will power to pull away but he wasn't sure how much longer he could last. He was enjoying dominating Kerri and had a few "workout" ideas in mind for Kerri that would definitely shoot his hormones through the roof. The trainer ordered Kerri to go over to the chest fly machine. The seat had a long thin back support and was tilted slightly backward. Once sitting in the seat, Kerri put each of her fore arms against the vertical arm rests that were on each side of her shoulders. She was now sitting slightly titled back with her arms spread apart and forearms resting vertically against a pad. The pads were slightly behind her back which caused her back to arch and her tits to point upward. With a tank top and no bra, this made quite an erotic display. The trainer adjusted the tension on the machine causing her arms to be pulled back farther. He increased the weight on the machine far beyond Kerri's capabilities. Kerri tried to move the arm pads forward but she couldn't budge them. Because he adjusted the tension she couldn't even move to get off the seat. She pleaded to the trainer, "it's too heavy. I can't do that much weight. I can't even move." He laughed at her predicament. "Exactly. That's the way I like it. Let's have a little fun." Kerri felt very vulnerable. She helplessly sat there and watched as his hands slid inside her shirt and fondled her tits. She moaned in pleasure when he pulled and pinched her nipples. She loved the feeling of being restrained and at his mercy. The trainer moved in front of her and pulled up her shirt, exposing her firm tits. Kerri could do nothing but sit there and let him have his way with her. Her back was arched and her tits were pointing out for his enjoyment. He leaned forward and licked and sucked on her nipples. He drove Kerri wild for the next few minutes as he took advantage of her helpless state. When he was finished with her tits he loosened the tension on the machine and helped her up. As she stood up, Kerri noticed the seat was covered in her pussy juice. She also noticed the wet spot on the trainer's shorts was bigger. She was pleased that she was satisfying her master. Next she was instructed to lie face down on a padded bench. At one end of the long thin bench was a padded bar for reverse leg curls. Kerri lifted her legs so that her calves were rested against the pad. To do this exercise, you are supposed to curl your legs backwards toward your butt and then back down toward the ground. Kerri was ready to start; however, the trainer had a different idea in mind. She felt something being wrapped around her legs. Kerri looked over her shoulder and saw that the trainer was tying her feet to the padded bar using a jump rope. He took another rope and tied Kerri's hands together behind her back. He then ordered Kerri to curl her legs backward. When she did this he tied the rope on her feet to the rope that was securing her hands. He pulled the rope tight forcing her to arch her back. This left Kerri in a hog-tied position. Once again she was helpless and vulnerable and she was enjoying it. Her body tingled in anticipation of what was going to happen. Kerri watched the trainer stand back and admire his work. His cock seemed to grow harder in his shorts. He walked over to her side and she felt his warm hands caress her ass. His fingers slid under her panties, down her crack, and into her pussy. Kerri's body shuddered at the intrusion. Her breathing quickened as his fingers probed deep into her pussy. She was desperate for an orgasm but he was just toying with her. After a few minutes of his teasing she could not take it any more. "Please fuck me," she begged. "Fuck me please. I want your cock inside of me." The trainer laughed and moved infront of her. "You want my cock in you. I'll give you my cock." He pulled his shorts and underwear down causing his cock to pop out and slap against the side of her face. With her hands and feet tied all she could do was stare at his pulsing member. She could see precum seeping from the tip and she was dying to lick it. The trainer was enjoying her lust. "Beg for it bitch. You're a nasty cock sucker. You want to suck my cock so bad don't you slut. Tell me how much of a cock sucker you are." His words aroused Kerri even more. She had a sudden urge to take his cock in her mouth and suck it. "Please! Please let me suck your cock," she begged. Kerri opened her mouth wide and he shoved his long hard rod into her mouth. She gagged at first. She had never sucked a cock without using her hands. She had a difficult time because she could not control the pace at which he pumped her face, but she quickly got into the rhythm. She did her best to suck his cock and please him. Kerri could feel his cock swelling each time he pumped her mouth. After a few pumps he pulled his cock out of her mouth and positioned it just out of reach of Kerri's mouth. Kerri was hungry for his cock and she stuck her tongue out to lick the tip, but he moved back. She tried lunging forward to get his cock in her mouth, but he kept his cock from her reach. He seemed amused at her desperate acts. Never before had Kerri wanted a cock so bad. She felt like a whore who was willing to do anything for pleasure. Maybe she needed to beg more, she thought. "Please let me taste your cock. I'm a nasty little whore. I want to suck your cock so bad!" Kerri couldn't believe she was saying these words. Normally she was a conservative when it came to sex. Strangely, she was feeling slutty and desperate for his attention. She had to please him. She had to show him what a great cock sucker she was. Unfortunately she did not get he chance to prove her sucking ability. The trainer pulled away and moved behind her. He untied her feet and made her straddle the bench. She was still bent forward, with her hands tied behind her back. However, she was standing with her legs straddling the bench. This caused her ass to be pointed up in the air for his pleasure. The trainer was satisfied with what he saw. Her white cotton panties were so wet that they became transparent. His cock was throbbing for attention. He really wanted to fuck her like a dog. Kerri felt her panties being pulled down to her mid thigh. She was excited at how exposed her pussy was. Her lips were engorged and puffy. They hung between her legs like a juicy fruit waiting to be plucked. She felt his hands grab onto her hips and she felt the tip of his cock probing at her opening. Her pussy was so hot and wet that his cock slid in easily. She closed her eyes and moaned at the fullness of his cock. He began fucking her pussy deep and hard. She loved this doggy-style position because it allowed for deeper penetration into her wanting hole. She loved the feeling of his balls slapping against her ass and she loved the feeling of his hands on her hips, man-handling her. Her pussy muscles gripped his cock each time he pumped her. And her body tingled with pleasure. It felt incredible to have a cock in her after all the teasing she had been through. At about the time her body tensed for an orgasm, she felt his cock swell extra large and then she felt his warm liquid fill her. Both their bodies convulsed together in orgasm. When the panting and bucking subsided, the trainer helped her up. "You served me well. You are quite a slut. Come back next week for another session." It was an order, not a question. Kerri nodded her head and thanked him for allowing her to come back. She headed to the locker room pleased that she had satisfied the trainer. In the locker room she showered and dressed. She did not have a clean pair of panties to wear since Dr. Mason's assistant took her pink one's earlier. Since she didn't have panties, she decided not to wear a bra either. She felt this would be sexier. This was a decision that was far different from what Kerri would have normally done. Something in her mind made her want to forget the bra. The words from Miss Anne seemed to echo in her head "you need to be sexier.... You need to show some cleavage..." Kerri put on her blouse and her denim skirt. She left the top three buttons open on the blouse, allowing for a nice view of her tits. At the right angle a person could even see her nipples. Kerri left the gym and headed for home. It had been a long and unusual day for her. She had to go home and relax. Once she arrived home she sat down on the couch exhausted. Kerri rested for a bit and then made herself dinner. At 8:00 something strange happened. She was overcome with thoughts of Dr. Mason. Her pussy began to tingle and her nipples became erect. She reached under her skirt and began playing with her pussy as she thought about Dr. Mason. Kerri could not control her thoughts and feelings. Her whole body seemed to be aching to be fucked by Dr. Mason. She squeezed her nipples and fingered her wet pussy as she imagined his hard cock filling her pussy. A sudden orgasm engulfed her mind and body causing her to buck and shake violently with pleasure. When she was finished an overwhelming feeling of gratefulness filled her mind. She was grateful that she met Dr. Mason and happy with the contacts he gave her. Never before had she felt so good about receiving a pair of contacts. She could not wait for her follow-up appointment. Keri just had to tell Dr. Mason immediately. Excited, Kerri ran over to the phone and dialed Dr. Mason's home phone number. It did not seem odd to Kerri that she knew his home phone number by memory even though she had just met Dr. Mason and that she did not have a personal relationship with him. Dr. Mason answered the phone. His voice was deep and soothing to Kerri. Kerri's pussy quivered with excitement when she spoke. "Hi Dr. Mason. My name is Kerri. You gave me contacts earlier today and I just wanted to......" Dr. Mason interrupted her, "Kerri? I'm not sure that I remember a Kerri. Describe yourself to me. What were you wearing?" Kerri was a little upset that he did not remember her. She thought they 'connected' with each other during her visit. "Well...I am a brunette..I was wearing...umm... a white blouse and denim skirt." Dr. Mason continued with his game. He loved toying with his victims. "I'm still not sure who you are. What cup size are your tits?" Kerri answered without hesitation, "C-cup." "Oh. How nice. And what were you wearing underneath your blouse and skirt?" His questions did not seem odd to Kerri "I had a pink lace bra and pink silk panties." "Ahh. Yes, I remember now. You weren't dressed very sexy. You need to spice up your outfit a bit." Kerri was upset that Dr. Mason was not pleased with her. She wanted so badly for him to like her and be happy with her. She begged for his forgiveness. "I'm sorry Dr. Mason! Please forgive me. I can be sexy. I've been practicing. I'll show more cleavage. I'll wear a shorter skirt. I'll do whatever you want!" Dr. Mason chuckled at her desperate need for attention. He was delighted that the hypnosis and subliminal messages from her first visit were still altering her mind. His cock stirred in his pants at the sound of her begging and pleading for his forgiveness. He continued toying with her. "That's good my pet. You can be slutty for me, can't you? If I remember correctly you were flirting with me, weren't you? Did you cream your panties in my office?" The more Dr Mason talked, the more submissive Kerri felt. His voice penetrated her mind and thoughts and excited her. Each word he spoke heightened her arousal. She wanted to be slutty and sexy for him. She wanted to cream her panties for him. She was so excited from his voice that she could barely talk. She managed to meekly whisper a response, "yes...I will be...I will be slutty for you...I did flirt with you.." Kerri's breathing became deeper from her arousal "...I did cream my panties in your office.." "You naughty girl, making a mess in your panties in my office. You like being naughty and slutty don't you? You want to cum right now don't you?" Kerri could not control the erotic feelings that were flowing through her body. Her pussy was on fire. Dr. Mason's voice continued to heighten her arousal. She pleaded for his mercy. "Yes.. Please... you are driving me wild... I am so naughty...please let me cum..." Dr. Mason was close to cumming himself. He was stroking his cock as he was giving orders. The soft choppy replies from Kerri were exciting him. He loved hearing his transformed sluts speak while they were aroused and ready to burst. Their soft erotic voice and deep breaths were thrilling to hear. He wanted to tease her more, but he knew he wouldn't last much longer. "Kerri, my pet. You may cum. Let me hear how much of a slut you are." Dr. Mason was the key to her flood gates. Kerri immediately stuck her hand down her panties and brought herself to a long and intense orgasm. She moaned and screamed into the phone as her whole body shook with uncontrollable pleasure. When she was finished Dr. Mason ordered her to take the tape out of the video camera in the corner of the room and bring it to her appointment with him tomorrow. Kerri looked over to the corner of the room and saw that her video camera was set up on a tripod and was pointed toward her and recording. She did not remember setting up the camera or turning it on. Dr. Mason restated his command and Kerri instantly forgot what she was thinking about. She got up, took the tape out and put it in her purse so that she would remember to bring it to the Dr.'s office. When she hung up from Dr. Mason she felt extremely tired so she took a quick shower and went right to bed. Kerri's appointment was less than an hour away. She was very excited about seeing Dr. Mason again. For some strange reason all she could think about was Dr. Mason. Everything that occurred the day before seemed to be blocked out of her mind. Her mind and thoughts were focused on Dr. Mason. She had to impress him and please him. Kerri began to prepare for her visit. She stared at the various pieces of clothing which she bought just for her appointment with the doctor. First she slid on a pair of white silk thongs. They were new and extra silky. Kerri was sure that Dr Mason would get a glimpse of them under the mini skirt she just bought. The skirt was dark brown and therefore she finished her outfit with brown heels and a beige blouse. She left the top few buttons undone to show off her cleavage and a glimpse of her lacey bra. At the Dr's office the soft background music instantly put Kerri into an erotic trance. The more she sat and waited the more she wanted to impress Dr. Mason. Her pussy grew hot and her tits swelled in arousal. She crossed her legs like a lady but squeezed her thighs and bounced her foot up and down like a slut. An orgasm began to build as she secretly masturbated herself by clenching her thighs and pussy muscles. Had it not been for her name being called she would have had an orgasm sitting right in the waiting room. Kerri stood up, heart pounding and sweating from the excitement. She walked over to the counter, passing two other women whose legs were crossed with one foot bobbing up and down. Each girl lost in their own trance. Dr. Mason greeted Kerri with a big smile and stared straight into her eyes. "All ready for your treatment Kerri." Kerri's legs weakened at his voice. When their eyes met a chill ran down her spine. She felt the need to be sexy and provocative for Dr. Mason. She wanted to please him and make him happy. She pulled her shoulders back causing her tits to point out. In a somewhat demure tone she replied. "Yes Dr. Mason. Always ready for you." Eye Contact Dr Mason's eyes drooled at her new outfit. He replied, "That's a good girl. Follow me sweetheart." He led her to a room in the back of the office building. Kerri followed behind him and admiring his broad shoulders and strong arms. She was enjoying the view of his dark slacks clinging tightly to his ass as he walked. Kerri took great pride in her own body. She ran and lifted weights on a regular basis and she could tell the Dr. Mason did the same. We have something in common she thought. She could only imagine what was beneath his perfectly pressed blue shirt. Dr Mason helped her into a long leather reclining chair and had her remove her contacts. He found the drops that he was looking for and then pushed a few buttons on the side of the chair which raised her legs up and reclined her upper body back slightly. With her short skirt on, there was no way to hide her panties in this reclined position. Kerri didn't seem to mind. In fact her legs parted slightly, giving Dr. Mason a clear view of her pussy lips pressed tightly against the silk fabric. Dr. Mason's cock was already hard in his pants. It was always exciting discovering his new patients. Kerri's white panties were inviting. Her pussy had gotten so wet in the waiting room that he could see her pink lips beneath the damp fabric. The smell of her arousal was far more exciting to Dr. Mason, than any perfume. Dr. Mason spent a few seconds drooling over his newly acquired pussy and then moved onto business. He used his forefinger and thumb to gently pull Kerri's eye open wide. "This may sting a bit Kerri," he warned. "If you keep your eyes closed the sting should go away," he said as he squeezed three small drops into her eye. Kerri flinched from the sudden intrusion and burning sensation. Before she could relax, he quickly applied three drops to her other eye. She closed her eyes and tried to relax. The burning sensation was slowly subsiding. Dr. Mason helped soothe her with his deep soft voice, "That's good Kerri. Keep your eyes closed and relax while the medicine absorbs into your eyes. I'll be back in 30 minutes. Just relax and let the drug do its work." Relax...Let the drug do its work. The words echoed through Kerri's mind. She could not get Dr. Mason's soothing voice out of her mind. Soon the burning turned into a warm comforting sensation which spread over her entire body. The room was starting to get hot so she reached up and unbuttoned two more buttons on her blouse. When her fingers touched her skin, she felt a strange tingling sensation. Her fingers were full of electricity and each time she touched herself she got a little shock. What a strange side effect she thought. Kerri slid her hand across her chest and enjoyed the charge of energy. She continued to touch her chest, enjoying this strange sensation. She found herself becoming aroused and was a little concerned about Dr. Mason walking in. Although she had a bra on, she had large nipples and her arousal would surely be obvious to the doctor. Kerri wanted to open her eyes to see if her nipples were visible, but she was afraid the burning sensation would return if she opened them. A voice seemed to echo in the back of her mind Relax.....enjoy yourself...let the drug do its work... Kerri did not realize that Dr. Mason was sitting next to her. His whispers were like a dream to her. A soft voice in her head suggested, "Enjoy the pleasure Kerri. Let yourself get hot and horny for Dr. Mason. Feel your breasts swell. Feel your nipples get hard. Your bra is so restricting..you just want to take it off don't you? You need to take it off and feel the freedom." Kerri's hands slid under her bra and she pinched her nipples. She moaned, "yes." The soft voice continued to manipulate her thoughts. "Take off your bra and be free. Pinch your nipples hard and feel your pussy quiver from the pleasure....You must take off your bra and be slutty for Dr. Mason." Kerri found herself undoing her bra and sliding it off. Her eyes remained closed and her pussy remained on fire. She squeezed her nipples hard and gasped from the burst of pleasure. She knew that she should not be acting so slutty in an eye doctor's office, but she could not control herself. She had an overwhelming desire to play with her nipples. Next the voice whispered, "Your panties are so wet and uncomfortable. You must take them off. Take them off and let your pussy be free. Expose your pussy. Don't be shy. Dr. Mason won't care. Dr. Mason will understand. You want to show your pussy to Dr. Mason. You want to be sexy and slutty for him. You must take off your panties." Kerri slid her panties off and dropped them on the floor. She did not even hear Dr. Mason pick them up and bring them to his nose. He inhaled her womanly scent. By now his pants were off and his cock was dripping precum. Dr. Mason wrapped the damp panties around his cock and stroked a few times. Dr Mason whispered into Kerri's ear, "Dr. Mason will be coming back soon. You will be extremely horny and aroused in his presence and you will have to tell him how you feel. You will not be able to open your eyes unless he touches your pussy. When you do open your eyes the first thing you will see is his cock. You will not be able to take your eyes off his cock. You will crave to suck his cock. You will crave to taste his cum. All that will matter to you is that you must taste his cum. You will do whatever it takes to suck his cock and taste his cum." When Dr. Mason was finished hypnotizing Kerri, He stood up. Kerri looked irresistible laying on the chair with her breasts and pussy exposed. Her pussy lips were swollen and damp. Dr. Mason could not wait to feel their warmth. He loved sliding his fingers into a dripping wet pussy. He loved to see his girls arch their back and moan at the pleasure. Pushing their "hot button" gave him a feeling of control. His knew that in her aroused stated his fingers would melt her mind. In a professional voice Dr. Mason stated, "Hello Kerri. The drops have had some time to absorb into your eyes. How are you feeling?" Kerri's body came alive at the sound of Dr. Mason's voice. She could feel her pussy tingling from arousal. Her nipples swelled and her breasts were warm with pleasure. Kerri shifted in the chair, tensing her pussy and breasts, trying to elicit more pleasure. Her extreme arousal took her to a deep erotic place. She forgot where she was. She had to tell Dr. Mason how horny she was. Her voice was low and sultry. "Ohhh. Dr. Mason. I am sooo horny right now. My pussy is on fire. Mmmm. I want to cum so bad." "Kerri, you are a naughty girl, getting all horny for me. Look at you with your pussy and tits exposed. Have you been touching yourself?" Kerri's arousal grew stronger the more the doctor talked. She wanted him to know how slutty and hot she felt. Her hands slid over her breasts. "Oh yes. Dr. I am so hot. I just had to touch myself." "You're quite the slut aren't you? I do like slutty girls. Why don't you open your eyes and look at me. I want to see lust in your slutty eyes." Kerri tried to open her eyes but she couldn't. Her pussy began to quiver as she tried to open her eyes. The more she concentrated the more her pussy heated up. Suddenly she felt a strong desire to have Dr. Mason touch her pussy. She did not know why but she sensed that if he touched her pussy, she would be able to open her eyes. She begged to Dr. Mason, "I can't open my eyes. I need you to touch my pussy. Please! If you touch my pussy, I'll be able to open my eyes." Dr Mason stroked his cock with Kerri's panties and watched her body shudder in pleasure. Her begging almost sent him over the edge. He knew that he controlled her. She was helpless and needy for him. He relished his power and control. He toyed with her, "Kerri, that's just silly. You're just trying to get me to touch your pussy for you own pleasure. You really are a slut aren't you? Now stop acting like a whore and open your eyes." Kerri tried to open her eyes again but she couldn't. She really needed Dr. Mason to touch her pussy. She did feel like a slut, but she also knew it would help her open her eyes. She pleaded with him. "Please! You must touch my pussy. If you touch my pussy I will be able to open my eyes. I just know it! I am a slut, but I want to be a slut for you. It's for your pleasure, not mine. Please touch my pussy!!" "Kerri, this is strange request, but I can see that you can't control yourself. I can see that you need me and want me. If you will be a slut for me I will touch you. Will you be my slut?" "Yes. Please just touch my pussy!" Dr. Mason gladly reached down and slid two of his fingers into her dripping pussy. He gently slid them all the way up to the palm of his hand. Her back arched, her head tilted back, and she let out a deep moan. Dr. Mason calmly ordered, "Do not cum yet slut. You are my slut and I will let you know when the time is right." Kerri didn't know how she did it, but she was able to hold back the orgasm that was rising within her. Her eyes slowly opened and all she saw was Dr. Mason's cock. He was leaning over her chair, his fingers still in her pussy. His fingers did not move insider her, but her pussy pulsed and clamped around them. He was still but her insides were alive, teetering on the brink of orgasm. Kerri could not think straight. Her eyes focused on Dr. Mason's erect cock. It looked inviting and delicious. She could see precum glistening on the tip. Her tongue instinctively licked her lips. She desperately needed to lick the cum off the tip of his cock. Dr Mason knew what she was thinking and so he asked, "Do you like my cock? Kerri licked her lips again, "oh yes! I'm dying to lick...." Kerri's words were lost in mid sentence. Dr. Mason had moved his fingers inside her pussy and brushed her clit. She let out a deep moan. Her insider were burning with pleasure, but all she could think about was licking his cock. She started to talk again, "Please Dr. Mason, let me lick your co...." Once again Dr. Mason rubbed her clit inside her pussy and Kerri's mind and body were overcome with pleasure. Dr. Mason loved this power over her. She was his finger puppet. The slightest movement of his fingers brought her irresistible pleasure. He knew what she wanted and used that to exploit her for his own pleasures. "Kerri, do as I say and I will let you lick my cock. I want to see your slutty body. Take your shirt off and put your hands behind your head." Kerri's shirt was already unbuttoned so she quickly sat-up and removed it. Dr. Mason's fingers were still inside her pussy and she enjoyed the pleasure they brought when she moved around to take off her shirt. She purposely tilted her hips so that her swollen clit pressed against his fingers. It felt incredible and Dr Mason was rewarded with a deep moan. It took all her will power to keep herself from humping his fingers. Kerri laid back and put her hands behind her head. Dr Mason ordered, "Push your elbows outward my pet. Push those titties out for me to see." Kerri did as instructed. With her hands behind her head, she stretched her elbows out to each side. This caused her back to arch slightly and her tits point out. She could feel her chest muscles stretching. The tightness of her muscles heighten her pleasure. Dr. Mason enjoyed the erotic display and rewarded her with a few strokes of his fingers in and out of her hot, drippy pussy. When he was sure she was on the verge of orgasm he removed his fingers. "Good girl Kerri. Now put your feet up on the chair." The chair was similar to a dentist chair, with a long leg rest. Kerri put her feet flat on the bottom part of the leg rest, causing her knees to be bent. Dr. Mason slid her feet into a sleeve that ran across the bottom of the leg rest. Dr. Mason used this sleeve to keep the feet of his slaves from moving or sliding down the leg rest. Next he went over to the side wall and pulled a nylon rope out of the wall. The rope was retractable, similar to the retractable clothes lines that are found in hotel bathrooms. He tied the end of the rope around Kerri's right knee. He repeated the same procedure on the left side. When the ropes were secured he stood infront of Kerri and flipped a small silver switch on the wall. The tension on the roped tightened and slowly pulled Kerr's knees apart. Her feet remained secure in the sleeve on the leg rest but her knees pulled apart. Dr Mason commented, "Relax, Kerri and spread your pussy open for me. Show me what a slut you are. Show me much how much you want to suck my cock." Kerri let her knees be pulled apart. She felt her groin and pussy muscles being stretched. In her aroused state, the stretching felt pleasurable. Just when she thought she could not stretch anymore the ropes stopped retracting. With her knees pulled apart and her arms behind her head and stretched out she was fully exposed and vulnerable. It was unlike Kerri to ever put herself in such a vulnerable and helpless position. She could not believe how uninhibited she felt at the moment. Her tits and pussy were on fire. Her pussy was spread open for display and it was alive with excitement. Her tits swelled and tingled in erotic bliss. She wanted Dr. Mason to ravish her body and make her cum. More importantly, she wanted to suck his cock and make him cum. Dr. Mason knew what she was thinking. After all it was him who programmed her thoughts. She was his toy to play with. She was there for his pleasure. He enjoyed the sight before him. Her tits were firm and perky. Her pussy was spread open and dripping - an invitation for him to taste her pleasures. Dr. Mason position himself between her legs and slowly licked up and down the length of her pussy. Kerri shuddered in delight. Dr. Mason repeated this a few times and then ordered, "Cum for me slut," while he licked her pussy. Dr. Mason's words ignited an explosion in Kerri. His tongue pressed deeper into her pulsing hole and brought out spasms of pleasure. Kerri pressed against his face and opened her pussy up for his tongue. She came like never before and Dr. Mason eagerly lapped up her love juices. Multiple waves of climaxes passed through Kerri. She was left breathless, but not fully satisfied. There was still a burning desire to suck Dr. Mason's cock. Kerri did not understand her state of mind. She was so horny and needy for his cock. She knew she should get up and leave but she couldn't. All she could thing about was his cock and tasting his cum. Her mouth was dry and thirsty for his creamy cum. In between deep breaths Kerri said, "Oh Dr. Mason, that was incredible. Please let me return the favor. Please let me suck your cock." "Mmm you were delicious my little slut. That's nice you want to suck my cock. I think you'd enjoy it more than me. You're just dying to lick up all my cum aren't you? You'd love to have my sticky cum all over your slutty face, wouldn't you? Mmmm. You would look so dirty and slutty for me. I just love to see my slaves all covered in my cum. Is that what you want dear? Do you want to please me and be dirty and slutty for me?" Kerri's body heated up the more Dr. Mason talked. She couldn't control the naughty feelings running through her body. She was in an erotic high like never before. Dr Mason seemed to know all her thoughts. With her body still stretched and exposed she pleaded, "oh yes doctor! I do want to suck your cock so bad. I can't wait to taste your cum. Please let me take you in my mouth. Please let me be dirty and naughty and slutty for you. I will do whatever you want." Dr. Mason laughed out loud. "Yes, I know you'll do anything for me. You are my slave sweetie and you belong to me. Try to relax my pet, while I get you ready for my cock." Kerri tried to relax but she couldn't. She was on the verge of orgasm and she was dying to suck his cock. Dr. Mason flicked the silver switch on the wall and the tension slowly eased up on the ropes tied to her knees. Kerri was allowed to relax her arms as Dr. Mason undid the ropes. When she was freed he had her kneel before him. Dr. Mason gave her a few instructions. "You have been a good slave so I will reward you with my cock. I want you to finger yourself while you suck my cock. You may not cum until you have sucked the last drop out of my cock. Is that understood?" "Yes sir," replied Kerri. Then she quickly leaned forward and sucked the tip of his cock. She was ready to make him cum, but then she felt her hair being pulled back firmly. Dr. Mason pulled her head back. "A little eager aren't we dear? I wasn't finished talking to you. Don't forget how naughty and dirt you are. I've got a lot of cum for you. You can swallow some but I want to see cum all over your slutty face." Kerri did not even have a chance to reply. Dr. Mason forced her head forward and she quickly opened her mouth and took his cock in. She could already taste traces of cum. The taste drove her wild with lust. She licked his cock in a frenzy, desperate to taste more cum; desperate for her own sexual release. She flicked her tongue over his pee hole, drawing out his cream. Her lips closed around his warm cock and she let him fuck her mouth. One hand massaged his balls while the other played with her pussy. She wanted to cum so bad and so she sucked harder, praying that his orgasm would come soon. Her prayers were answered. He let out a deep moan and his cock swelled in her mouth. A hot stream of cream hit the roof of her mouth and she swallowed it. The taste was heavenly. Quickly she pulled his cock out of her mouth, while stroking it. Two streams of hot cum shot across her face and chin. Once again she took his cock back into her mouth and sucked out the remaining cum. When she was sure the last drop was in her mouth she pushed her fingers deep into her pussy, pressing hard against her clit. Her orgasm finally let loose. Dr. Mason pulled his cock from her mouth and she screamed in ecstasy. She knelt before him, humping her fingers while cum dripped off her chin. She felt slutty and dirty and so sexually inhibited. Waves of orgasms rippled through her body. Kerri experienced her most intense orgasm ever. Kerri was out of breath but Dr. Mason did not care. He was still enjoying his power trip. He scooped up some of the cum that dripped onto her chest and shoved his finger into her mouth, almost gagging her. "Lick it up my slut....that's a good slave." He enjoyed watching her struggle to catch her breath while sucking the cum off his fingers. He could tell she was eager to please him and that excited him. Strangely, Kerri also felt excited and aroused from the situation. The more dirty and slutty she was the more excited she got. The more submissive and powerless she became the more her pussy ached for attention. These were emotions she could not understand and at the moment she did not care to understand. She was in erotic bliss. When all the cum was scooped up and licked off Dr. Mason's fingers, he ordered her to get dressed and sit back into the chair. When she was ready Dr Mason's spoke in a calm and soothing voice, "You've been such a good girl for me Kerri. Now rest and relax. Close your eyes and relax. Take a few deep breaths and relax." Kerri listened to the doctor and soon she was relaxed and in a sleepy state. Dr Mason's voice seeped into her dreams. "Kerri when you wake up, all that we have done will seem like a dream to you. It will seem so real to you but you will still think it was a dream. You will always become aroused in my presence or at the mention of my name. In my presence you will feel submissive and you will want to please me anyway that you can. Your only desire will be to make me happy." Dr. Mason whispered these commands into Kerri's ear over and over again. Then he stood up and acted as if he just walked. In a loud voice he said, "Hello Kerri. How are you feeling?" Eye Contact Kerri was startled out of her sleep by his voice. "Oh...uh...oh...Hi Dr. Mason. I guess I dozed off." Kerri felt disoriented. She looked at Dr. Mason and a strong feeling of arousal flooded her body. Flashes of an erotic dream with him went through her mind. She could feel a dampness in her panties. She blushed form embarrassment, thinking that she had a very erotic dream about Dr. Mason. Dr. Mason replied to her, "Oh that's fine Kerri. It's good to relax and get a nice nap. You're almost done here. I have new pair of contacts for you to wear." He held out the contacts for her to put on. They were the S120's, the contact's that caused her to become submissive. She took them from the doctor and put them on. She was already feeling submissive in his presence. The feeling grew even stronger after she put the contacts on and looked into his eyes. Now she was craving his attention. "Thank you Dr. Mason. I...uh....am I done....When can I come back?" "Well, your eyes seem to be fine now. I think you're done." Kerri felt a deep emptiness inside. She had to see Dr. Mason again. "Dr...I don't know. I think I need to see you again." "Why is that?" "I..ah...I don't know. I just think I need to see you again. I want to make you happy and that's why I have to see you again." Kerri could not believe what she just said. She was also surprised at how aroused she was. Dr. Mason put a hand on her shoulder. "You want to make me happy, huh? The sounds nice." He ran his hands through her hair. Kerri's knees weakened and her pussy throbbed at his touch. "You are such a sweet girl. I think that's a good enough reason to come back. I'm going to put you on a special treatment plan. You'll have to come by once a week for treatment. It's not covered by your insurance so you'll have to pay upfront for it. I hope that won't be a problem." "Oh thank you Dr. Mason. That's not a problem at all." Dr. Mason picked up Kerri's file, scribbled something inside and handed the folder to Kerri. "Give this to Ms. Anne upfront and she will take care of everything." Kerri hurried over to Anne with the file. Anne gave her a big smile and looked into her eyes. Kerri barely felt the shiver go through her body when Anne and her made eye contact. Kerri suddenly felt dependent on Anne. She stood silently while Anne read the comments from Dr. Mason. She stood with her eyes cast downward, waiting for an order from Anne. Finally it came. "Sit down dear. I have some papers for you to sign." "Yes ma'am" replied Kerri as she sat in the chair next to Miss Anne's desk. Anne pushed a few papers over to Kerri. "You will be put on a weekly schedule. Every Wednesday at 1:00 you are to report here. Sign these papers to acknowledge you are accepting this treatment and that you agree to pay for the treatment since it is not covered by your insurance." Kerri barely read the papers. She glanced at the price of $100 per session and paused. It was a lot of money, but she just had to see Dr. Mason again. She rationalized in her head that her eyes needed the treatment and that if she could get closer with Dr. Mason it would be worth it. Then she signed the papers and handed them back to Miss Anne. "Thank you Kerri. You've made a good decision. Dr. Mason is very excited to have you in his treatment plan." Kerri was glad to hear that Dr. Mason was excited for her. She thanked Anne for her help and headed out the door. She was excited and even horny about her treatment plan. It was a lot of money but it was her decision to do it.....or was it really her decision???? Eye Contact All characters in the work of fiction are over 18, with the exception of characters not interacting in a sexual manner (e.g., mother and toddler, mother and baby). While some might wish for an alternate ending to this story, the core encounters described are essentially how they really happened, some decade or so in the past, with only names altered and minor enhancements added. Readers should not infer any legitimate connection to any university or research topic; these details are entirely fictional. ***** God, I love breasts, Ted thought as he walked down the beach. In his mind, he heard Roy Hobbs in The Natural utter a similar phrase with immense conviction, but he believed his love of tits overshadowed Roy's love of baseball. Glancing to his right, he watched as a pair of bosomy blondes laid out their towels and lifted cover-ups over their heads. They each wore very skimpy bikinis, and the action of lifting their arms had also lifted their bikini tops, leading to the exposure a few inches of the very white undersides of their tits. Ted tried not to be too obvious as he drank in this display, but he could not stop the blood from being trapped in his expanding dick. Almost in unison, the two girls grasped the bottoms of each bikin cup with one hand while reaching inside their tops with the other to reposition those luscious pillows back into their proper places. The brunette cupped her left boob well below the nipple in order to raise it, and Ted caught a quick glimpse of dark brown before the bikini cup obscured his view. Yes, not just breasts in general, thought Ted, as he continued walking, but specifically nipples were among his favorite things, especially stiff ones. Most especially, Ted loved getting a chance to see down a girl's bikini top, as he had just been lucky enough to do, or down a loose blouse so as to catch a glimpse of a braless tit and, if he was really lucky, a flash of nipple. Ted remembered summertime rides on the hot, crowded subways back east, that wonderful season when girls wore loose clothing and were more likely to be braless. Ted would scan the crowded car for a seated girl with braless tits when he walked in, then he would move as innocently as possible to a standing position behind the girl so that he could glance down a loose fitting top at a wonderfully bare pair of breasts. Yes, those stolen views of braless nipples were the best! His dick lengthened even more at the memory, and he picked up his pace. Today, there would be only a minimal need to be discreet about glancing at naked breasts and nipples! It was a Saturday, but Ted had come in to work on his research project, as Saturdays and Sundays as a grad student were only different from the other days in not having classes. Recently back from a research cruise, Ted had spent the morning collating the mass of information from the expedition and had just fed the huge set of ocean circulation data into the mainframe. Now, he just needed to let his complex computer code reduce those numbers to meaningful plots. Had global warming produced any important shifts? The computation process, he knew, would take several hours, so his thoughts turned to the local warming in his loins... What better way to fill the time than with close study of his first love? Breasts! Even grad students deserve a few hours off on a Saturday, right? So Ted had packed a towel and a scientific journal into his backpack and headed north on the beach in La Jolla "to study." So far, with rare exceptions, the summer had been cool and cloudy along the shore until then, but a Santa Anna wind had blown in overnight, pushing the marine layer well offshore. Today was the sort of day that really brought people to the beach to get their first serious start on their summer tans. Ted's heart rate quickened as he walked under the pier - Black's Beach, where bathing suits were "optional," was only 20 minutes away. Ahead lay dozens and dozens of bosoms, of all shapes and sizes, laid bare to the sun - and to his appreciative gaze. Some nipples would lay flat at the end of their creamy breasts - but others would definitely be puckered! Ted had loved tits for as long as he could remember. As an 18 year old high school senior, he enjoyed the odd chance to peek through the armholes of his mother's sleeveless blouses at her own ample bosoms, reveling in their lace-covered fullness. By chance, he had found the empty cardboard packaging of one of her new bras and learned that she was a D cup; he stared at the model on the package, taking in the wonderfully rounded shape of her tits, with no intervening blouse or sweater, and wishing that he could see real tits in person. But Ted was shy and socially awkward as a teenager and had never dated in high school. No dates, no in-person bosoms. And openly staring at a girl's chest was not a real option. (Still, as a senior, he HAD perfected the "unintentional" elbow-to-the-boob move while walking through the crowded senior hallways in high school; he only wished his elbow had as many nerve endings as his fingertips, the better to sense the firm softness of those budding and occasionally bountiful tits.) Once during that final year at home, Ted had shoplifted a bra at a department store - not because he wanted to cross dress, but because it gave him a chance, with a rubber ball in each cup and a T shirt over the top, to openly stare, for as long as he wanted, at the chest of the well-built "girl" in the mirror. (He had adjusted to smallish mirror so that only the reflection of the "girl's" chest met his eye.) He imagined that he was staring at a real girl's tits straining against the tight T shirt, and he twisted his torso to take in both frontal and "side boob" views. Puffing his chest up, he imagined that the pressure of the rubber balls was that of real tits pressing into his chest. He would work his dick for half an hour at a time, loving every minute of the guilt free view. Ted had managed some brief, furtive views of the tits of girls his own age, although he longed for much more. He treasured the memory of his stolen glances at Jan's magnificent 18 year old bust line in biology class, forever grateful for the tightness in her attire (due, in no small part, to the size of her bountiful tits) and for the gaps those swelling orbs created in her blouse between the buttons, which almost seemed strategically placed to provide a side boob view. While his face appeared to follow the teacher, his eyes were stroking Jan's bra covered tits as often as possible. He often awoke to wet dreams of those magnificent mammaries. On rare occasions in the spring of their senior year, Jan would wear a dark colored blouse and go braless. Ted was in heaven when he realized that, instead of the material of her bra, he could actually see the underside of her bare right boob, causing Ted to almost lose control! His sidelong glances were almost an open stare as he imprinted the vision of that glorious breast on his brain. He wished that she had worn one of her white blouses so that he could see her nipples through the material, but he guessed that her mom would have vetoed that, or the straight-laced school administrators certainly would have. Still, the sight of that fleshy curve, a full C cup, even at her age, had him hard in seconds. It was all he could do to keep from openly rubbing his dick right there in class, although he did manage the occasional brush by. One other notable success with his hobby as a voyeur took place that summer before college, while taking a senior life saving class. He stood on the float and positioned himself just to the left and behind one of his female classmates, who was sitting on the float while two other students were in the water practicing a drill. She was wearing a bikini, despite the cool morning, and his fondest dream came true when she briefly hunched her shoulders forward, giving him a glimpse down her right bikini cup all the way to her brown nipple! That image fueled many love fests between his hand and his dick! Just then, a particularly large wave crashed to Ted's left and broke him out of his recollection of bosoms and nipples of the past. His dick was now well past being semi-hard, he realized, and he glanced around to see if anyone was in sight. This short stretch of beach before the rocks and the cliff was generally deserted, and it was so again today. With that knowledge, Ted grabbed the waistband of his bathing suit and pulled it up an extra few inches, wedging the seam in his crotch to the right of his dick and balls. The suit was typical of the time - not too long, and initially equipped with a mesh lining intended to keep a man's equipment somewhat restrained. Only "initially," though, since Ted had neatly trimmed the lining away right at the waistband so that his dick and balls were unrestrained under the outer layer of nylon. He loved the feel of his cock, riding free and pushing out the thin fabric - just one thin layer of cloth between his manhood and the world. The occasional breeze blowing up and around his dick and balls was an added sensual delight. Ted had grown up wearing jockey shorts, and while he toyed with switching to boxers, he chose not to. That just made the decision to "forget" to put on his underwear (and Ted was frequently forgetful) that much more thrillingly naughty. In the same way, the freedom of his dick inside the modified bathing suit was a secret, sensual thrill. When Ted looked down after tugging up the suit, however, he could see that his dick was NOT (fully) inside the suit, since he could see that the end of his manhood had extended beyond the left leg of the suit and was catching a few rays of its own as he walked along! The day before, in the apartment, Ted had slipped the liner-less suit on, then stroked himself to a similar state of erection in front of a full length mirror. When the suit was positioned normally, nothing but a considerable bulge was visible. With a tug up, though, he could see, looking straight down and not in the mirror, that a tiny part of his dick became visible from his vantage point. Looking in the mirror from a five foot distance, though, confirmed that a good two inches (the full head of his dick) was actually in plain sight to anyone who might be approaching. So here on the beach, he knew his dick was at least that much exposed. Even though no one was there to see, the fact that his dick was out in the open on the NON-nude section of beach gave him an extra thrill, and he felt his first real twitch of the day! After tits, his dick was his second most favorite thing, and he gave it multiple opportunities to know of his admiration! The beach ended at a set of unforgiving rocks, which Ted began to clamber over, thankful that it was nearly low tide, with still an hour to go before dead low. The rocks were the last barrier between him and Blacks. Sandstone cliffs towered to his right, and at high tide, the rocks would be covered by crashing waves and there would be no way to get through. Ted's thoughts drifted to his beautiful wife Janet, now 8 months pregnant, who he loved dearly. The pregnancy had done wonders for her tits. They were a full C before the pregnancy, but now they were at least a D, probably a double D, and they oozed delightfully over the cups of the bras she wore. While he loved to ogle his wife as she dressed and undressed, and while she let his hands be her "bra" in the shower, sex was not much of an option at this stage, and it had been more than a few days since he had relieved his balls. Janet let him feast on her nipples on occasion, but complained that they were too sore for extended nipple play and that she just didn't "feel sexy" this pregnant, despite his protestations to the contrary. Once she delivered, he dearly hoped that he could bat cleanup after the baby, nuzzling those fabulous nipples for some milk from those amazing tits, which appeared ready to provide a more than ample supply. It would be a shame if his wife's breasts were to be left uncomfortably full of milk should the baby not drain her dry, right? Nipples. He just loved the word, and got even harder as he thought about his wife's beautiful breasts with their constantly erect nipples. Out of sight from everyone as downtown La Jolla slipped behind the cliffs, Ted pulled his 7 inch dick and heavy balls fully out of the pant leg of the bathing suit and gave his cock several firm strokes, thinking both of his wife's nipples and of the nipples in his immediate future. He left his dick hanging out of the leg hole, reveling in the exhibitionism, even if private, and continued scrambling over the rocks. Rounding the final set of rocks, he could see Black's Beach some 200 yards in the distance, and as he had hoped, it was crowded with bodies, mostly pale, all anxious to take advantage of the warm, sunny weather. The distance and a salty haze thrown up by the surf prevented a clear view, but he guessed that there must be a few hundred nude bodies ahead. Now in the swim suit optional zone, he pulled off his suit entirely and felt the rush of full nudity. His prick was stiff as a board, and he gave it a few more tugs before proceeding, since no one was within 100 yards. As he walked along, dick still stiff and swinging left and right from the motion of his legs, he decided to jog, both to get to the nude bathers more quickly as well as to see what sensations it would trigger in his manhood. By adjusting his tempo and the height of his leg raise, he succeeded in bouncing his dick from thigh to thigh and occasionally into his stomach. Ohhhh... that feels... SO good... unhhhh! Better save that load for later, Ted's rationale brain broke in, as the twitches started to build to an untimely crescendo, and he reverted to a steely stiff walk. Much better, or at least safer. Ted loved Blacks because it felt like you were stepping back in time 10,000 years. Save for one rounded cupola like structure built on the cliff face and with the only beach access by way of steep, and private, stairs from above, there were no signs of civilization - no houses in sight, no cars, no bicycles, no vendors - just the primal ocean, the towering cliffs, the blazing sun, and the perfect beach. Oh, and the nude bodies, young and old alike, walking around as nature had intended, with boobs, nipples, dicks, and balls all on comfortable display. Ted had never sensed anything but a family atmosphere at Blacks. An erotic family atmosphere, to be sure, but entirely non-threatening. With the wind blowing offshore, there weren't even any hang gliders dotting the blue skies to hint that this wasn't the Stone Age. As Ted walked on, still hard as can be, he spied a pair of naked 19 or 20 year old girls strolling along at the water's edge some 50 yards from the main gathering of sun bathers. Both had amazing tits, generous and swaying noticeably despite their ambling pace. Ted walked along with his hard-on in full view not 20 feet up the shore from them. His suit was in his left hand, and he could have made an effort to hide his erection, but his testosterone levels overrode discretion, and his dick just got harder still, twitching once or twice for good measure. Head facing straight ahead but with his vision focused to the left, he saw them glance in his direction, then saw one whisper something to the other, obviously commenting on his state, then they both giggled. Ted smiled inwardly, and proudly marched on. His heart raced and his hard-on raged as he continued to the more populated section of the beach, and Ted paused again to take in the beauty of the towering cliffs, which provided perfect privacy, the rolling swells of the blue Pacific, and the broad sandy beach. The haze was clearing with the reduced distance, and Ted could now begin to clearly see the darker splotches that were nipples and the swell of well-rounded breasts pointing skyward from supine bodies. Close to shore were walkers, ambling north and south, getting their feet and lower legs wet so as to cool off, while a few dared to dive into the heavy surf. Ted willed his dick down to semi-erect as he approached the main sunbathing area, but he could still feel it swaying. The Santa Anna winds and the fact that it was a Saturday really had led to a great crowd, probably more like 300, despite the distance all had had to trek. There was a university road that came down through a canyon, but it was chained at the top and there was no parking anywhere near the entrance, so the choices were to hike a good distance through the ritzy neighborhood and then down the steep road, walk in from some considerable distance to the north, or risk the rocks and tides as Ted had. Ted looked to sea and spotted several wet suit clad surfers, clustered at a spot where the submarine canyon and its walls funneled the wave energy from some distant storm, causing them to crest even higher than elsewhere. The waves broke well off shore all along the beach, but they rumbled on even after breaking as surging masses of roiling foam until, close to shore, the incoming surge overtook and rolled over the top of the ebbing flow of a dying wave, which caressed and pulled at the sand as it reluctantly withdrew. Now truly entering the mass of milling walkers, Ted spotted a young mother playing with her toddler, who was perhaps a year old, in this safe zone near shore. Both were naked as the day they were born and both were laughing and giggling with the water play. The mom was bent over at the waist so as to hold her child's hands, ready to lift him above the incoming wave when it arrived, and this gave Ted's eyes one of their favorite feasts - a pair of generous bosoms hanging down from a taught, horizontal rib cage! Ted's gaze caressed those curves, intent on the marvel that is the under curve of a breast, striking out at a right angle as it did from the woman's lower chest, then curving down oh so sweetly to the areola and the precious nipple, which was quite large on this lovely lady. The mom had clearly been splashed by an earlier wave, as droplets of salt water clung to the front of her body, and despite the heat of the offshore winds, the cooling effect of the water had caused her nipples to contract. Ted realized that both of his hands had formed into cups as he imagined caressing those globes, feeling the stiff nipples press into his palms... Damn, his rationale brain broke in - control the swell of that dick and don't make a spectacle of yourself! Just then, another large wave crashed offshore, and Ted heard a pretty voice call out, "Better watch out for that next wave, Sis!" Ted paused to watch the wave thundering toward them, surfers riding its shoulders both to the left and right, then both he and the mom took a few steps back up the beach out of respect for the push and pull of the wave. Then, Ted turned around to identify the source of the warning call. There, just between the walking lanes and the array of stationary sun bathers, was a woman who could have been the twin of the mom behind hm. Shoulder length brown hair framed a gorgeous face, and from what he could see, she had the same shapely build as her sister. He could not see all of her, however, since she had her own baby cradled in her arms. Ted felt the need to scan the cliffs behind them (or so he hoped it would appear), so he took a full minute standing still, moving his head slowly from right to left, all the while assessing this beauty in front of him. He was thankful that she was momentarily smiling and cooing at her baby and not looking in his direction. A flexible lady, she held right leg straight out on the sand while her left was bent over double, supporting her left arm, which cradled her baby; her left foot was virtually embedded in her pussy, obscuring all but the upper portion from Ted's view. Then Ted realized that this goddess was nursing her child, and, it seemed likely to Ted, that she had chosen this locale not only to be close to her sister but also for the exposure that it gave, since this was a perfect spot for an exhibitionist to stake out. Eye Contact Ted began to feel his dick lifting northward, and willed it to cool with great effort. When the wave lapped Ted's feet, he took a few steps closer. He could now see that her unattached but fully distended right nipple had a drop of bluish milk clinging for dear life from its end. At that point, the mother looked up from her child, took in Ted's full, if downward pointing dick, and gave him a warm smile, which Ted returned. Then, returning her gaze to Ted's dick, she shifted the baby a little on her left leg while using her right hand to grasp the top of her left foot, rubbing the sole slowly over the high inside part of her right leg while digging and rocking her heel into her pussy. After the eye contact and the smile, Ted followed the foot action and then returned his gaze to the turgid right nipple. In addition to the nipple, the areola was now puckering as well, and the initial drop of milk hanging from that delicate protuberance had been replaced by a steady and increasingly rapid stream of milk drops, clinging to and then releasing from that glorious nipple, falling straight down onto the heel embedded in the woman's crotch and running in toward her clit. Sexual arousal as well as a baby's cry can elicit milk let-down, Ted surmised. Just then, another large wave broke loudly behind him, and the baby, no longer so hungry for the milk, let go its nipple suction and turned toward the noise. This nipple was a good quarter inch longer than the other, due to the child's suction, and a fair portion of that generous breast was covered in the child's saliva. Would that that was my saliva, Ted thought. He fantasized about volunteering to relieve the woman's right boob of its oversupply of milk, but with a second set of eye to boob and eye to cock glances exchanged, they both smiled again and Ted reluctantly moved on. The mom returned her gaze to the baby, who was once again hungrily pulling milk out of that glorious left breast and now invisible nipple. Ted spotted a volleyball game going on further down the beach and slowed his pace to watch as he approached. Ted often played two-man volleyball on the beach in La Jolla proper, but never in the nude! Here, though, there were three naked guys and three apparently naked girls on each side of the net, and the girls bodies were all that he could hope for - trim and athletic, with stiff nipples and bouncing B cup breasts on both sides of the net - except for the most striking girl of all, a magnificent blonde who Ted realized had stuffed her DD cup breasts into the top of a flesh colored bikini. Glancing lower, he noted that her blonde bush was out there in the open air, suggesting that comfort, not modesty, was behind the decision to wear the bikini top, as well as confirming her natural blonde status. Ted had to concede that it would be uncomfortable to have those amazing bosoms bouncing all around during the points they played, since the girl was clearly a good player, moving quickly around the sand court to give the ball an expert bump to the center, then moving up for a pretty good spike over the low net. Even with the support from the bikini top, though, those amazing breasts were bounding hither and yon, threatening to bounce right out at any moment. Just then, the tallest guy on the court spiked the ball toward bosom girl, and it bounced off her fists, careening toward the ocean some 10 yards in front of Ted. The blonde came bounding toward the surf after the ball, and, in fact, her right tit DID escape the bikini cup, exposing a very large, very stiff, strawberry colored nipple atop a 50 cent sized areola. "Hurry, Eva, don't let the ball get wet!" shouted one of her teammates. Ted involuntarily slowed his pace, mesmerized by the sight in front of him. Would BOTH nipples escape their confines? He was too far away to stop the ball from splashing into the waves, but he could see that Eva's pace would get her there in time. By the time Eva got to the ball, Ted was no more than ten feet from her, and his dick had responded to the nipple slip (strangely, even more exciting than the intentionally nude nipples all around) by reaching its full 7 inches and rising again to nearly horizontal. Eva stopped the ball, then, sensing Ted's nearness, she glanced to her left to take in Ted's chiseled form, pausing for a full second to absorb the sight of his now very obvious erection. Glancing north, she saw his eyes fixated on her right breast. A quick peak down at her tits confirmed to her that her nipple, easily the size of a gum drop, was both puckered and fully out in the sunshine. Her left nipple was making an impressive effort on its own to punch a hole in the material of the other thin and apparently unlined bikini cup, but nothing could be done about that. Holding the ball in one hand and using a well-practiced motion, she deftly lifted the right bikini cup up and over the turgid nipple. She then turned back to Ted a second time; she glanced first at his dick, then upwards to make eye contact. She flashed him a devastating smile, then wordlessly turned back to the game and jogged up the beach. Ted admired the amazing naked tush receding from view and marveled at how he could see the edges of each boob in turn as her torso twisted even just a little with each stride. Ted realized that his cock was now well past horizontal, and this time, with an elderly though naked couple approaching, he did use his suit to conceal his predicament. He took one more glance back at the game and, once he willed his dick to fall below horizontal several paces later, let the hand holding his suit over his manhood relax by his side again. Damn, he thought, what I wouldn't give to have a better, longer look at those tits! Little did he know how the afternoon would play out! Turning away from the waves and the walkers, Ted scanned the beach for the most likely spot to settle in for serious, if stationary, boob watching. Then, he spied a well-built girl close to the cliff face who was lying face up on her towel. She could not have been much more than 19 and had the most magnificent breasts (after Eva's) he had seen in a long time. Although they must have been pushing a D cup, they pointed straight skyward, and the puckered brown nipples were just begging to be sucked. Her body was wet from a recent dip in the ocean, but with the warm breeze, she must have been happy for the cooling of the little droplets that covered her skin. Ted positioned himself a discreet 10 feet behind and a little to the side of her, almost at the cliff face itself, and dug a small hole in the ground. This allowed him to sit mostly upright (pun intended) with his science journal held in front of him as a prop while he ogled the naked tits all around him. With the cliff behind him and a beach full of naked bodies before him, he felt confident that no one would guess his intent without his knowledge. The volleyball game continued in the distance, and he took occasional glances at Eva's boobs and those of the other naked players, but the tits and nipples of the girl in front of him were Ted's main focus. As discreetly as possible, he draped his semi-hard dick over the left side of his hip. He idly wondered whether he could lay there long enough, in this state of extension, to leave a 7 inch negative image of his dick on his now white hips; an hour in this sun should certainly turn the white to pink, save for the shadow cast by his manhood. With the magazine open in front of him, he surveyed the boobage surrounding him - especially the wet girl close by. She had sat up while he was getting arranged, and he could now confirm that these really were the sort of tits you almost only see in girlie magazines - not an inch of sag, smooth as silk, and pushing out oh, so proudly from her trim chest. An underboob view was one of his favorites, and this one was amazing! He discretely repositioned himself a few inches to the left, and was rewarded with a view of her still puckered left nipple limned against the blue Pacific. His dick grew another half inch and twitched twice, but he willed it, with difficulty, to point west instead of straight north. In a few minutes, the girl's boyfriend came up the beach and lay down on the empty towel next to the girl. As the boyfriend settled in, he spoke in a low and imperceptible tone to the girl. Her response, though, was loud enough for Ted to hear: "That shows you what you know about women! My nipples are stiff from the cold water!" Right, Ted thought, and my dick is nearly full because of the warm sunshine. Ted had to believe that the thrill of displaying her magnificent tits to the world played SOME part in the state of those tasty looking nubbins! With the boyfriend there and lying face toward the cliff, Ted could only afford veiled glances rather than open stares at the girl's boobs, but just then, he caught sight of a pair of still clothed new arrivals turning away from the surf and heading roughly in Ted's direction. Ted held his breath, knowing that the odds of them settling in close to the cliff were slim, given the chance of a rock fall and the heat of the virtually dead air. Still, they kept coming, and Ted's heart beat faster in anticipation of watching them disrobe, which was another one of his favorite things. (Alright, Ted noted, he had a LOT of favorite things. Hey, why not - it worked for Julie Andrews! Then he got to reciting his own version of the song in his head: Raindrops on T shirts and whiskers 'gainst pussies Brightly lit blouses with dark pokey nipples Brown puckered ni-i-ples tied up with string These are a few of my favorite things! Cream colored bosoms with knotted up nipples Looking down blouses at boobs and their nipples Wild bouncing titties, bikinis of string These are a few of my favorite things! Girls with short skirts and a view of their snatches Nipples that dance on my nose and eye lashes Silver white bosoms viewed slyly through blinds These are a few of my favorite finds! When the nips slip When the boobs bounce There's no way that I'm mad! Since these are just more of my favorite things No way that I can feel sad! (Okay, the rhyming, needs some work, Ted mused, but still ...) Snapping out of another daydream, Ted noted with amazement that the girls had chosen to settle in just 15 feet to his right, picking a spot fairly close to the cliff, possibly so that no one could really be behind them. A brunette and a redhead, they both were wearing cover ups that came almost to mid-thigh - long enough to cover any suit they might have on, but short enough to show a LOT of leg. The redhead's boobs could be seen moving quite a bit inside the top, so Ted guessed that there was a chance she was already topless. That was the beauty of the place - instead of wishing you had a peephole into some girl's bedroom, you could just sit back and watch the normally private display of clothing being shed and bare breasts being revealed. Sure, it was expected, but it was thrilling nonetheless. More than that, the thing about watching a girl remove her cover up is that it is like selecting a piece of chocolate from a mixed assortment - your mouth salivates, you know that whatever it is will be worth the wait, but you never really knew what you might get. A modest one-piece? A skimpy bikini with a nipple slip, like back on the other beach? A micro bikini, with boob flesh oozing out from the top, the sides, AND the bottom of the undersized "cups?" Ted longed that one day he would see a girl wearing a suit like Domino wore in the Bond movie Thunderball. Now THAT was erotic! A one piece with a single shoulder strap, but with a diagonal swath of fine, transparent mesh diving from the top of her left boob down around to a spot above her right hip. It widened as it went, exposing the inner side of her left breast while fully displaying the lower half of the right tit, from the rib cage below to a line just below the areola. Just one tiny jiggle of that right tit and... Ted snapped out of this new daydream to see the girls dropping their towels, a good sized umbrella, and a small cooler on the sand. Next, they each reached for the bottoms of the long shirts, and with fluid motions, lifted them up and over their heads. To Ted's delight, this action revealed that they had left home wearing nothing but their birthday suits under those long tops! The redhead had amazing tits, at least a D, and while they were not as firm as the girl right in front of Ted, their softness was evident from the way they wobbled. The brunette had probably B cup breasts, high and firm, and topped with very stiff nipples. What really startled Ted, though, was that the redhead had a clean shaven pussy! Definitely not the norm for Blacks. Not only that, but her lips seemed puffy, and her clit was poking out! As they spread their towels, Ted drank in the sight of the redhead's wobbling bosoms, the flashes of her pussy area, and the extra stiff nipples both girls were sporting, despite the heat. Perhaps the nubbins had stiffened due to the friction of the shirts as they had trekked in? The redhead, who had typically fair skin, wisely started work on setting up the umbrella first thing, causing all manner of additional boob motion. That done, she quickly pulled out a bottle of sunscreen, applying it generously to her sculpted legs, giving her hips and pussy area a thorough massage, and then working her way up to her bosoms. She must have been really worried about burning those wonderful mammaries, since she spent an inordinate amount of time working the lotion into those precious orbs. The brunette asked for a dollop of lotion herself, then proceeded to work it into her own breasts, all the while staring at her friend's tits as they slipped in and out of the redhead's hands. While Ted could not see the brunette's boobs at this point, the redhead's tits were in clear view (when not covered by the ever moving hands and fingers), and Ted could see that the areolae and nipples of both breasts had stiffened even more, with both areolas now puckering as well. She also was intent on the motion of her partner's hands, which were methodically working the lotion into those supple breasts. So that's the reason they chose this remote spot of beach! Ted imagined the ride these two lovers might have shared to the beach, both naked under their tops and anticipating their day of nude sunbathing. In the privacy of the car, he could see the brunette driving while the redhead lifted her top and played with her pussy with one hand and her bosoms with the other, with the brunette struggling to spend enough time watching the road so as to be safe between long looks at the nipple and pussy action going on to her right. As large and soft as the redheads boobs were, Ted imagined the girl lifting one of those mammaries to her mouth, sucking the stiff nipple inside and rolling her tongue over the sensitive ending... Whoa! Time to bring that hard-on back under control! The two new arrivals finally lay down, talking quietly while the redhead took extra care to see that her lower lips would not get burned by sunlight reflecting off the sand, thoroughly working in a fresh dollop of lotion round and round her pussy. Eventually, that job was done (at least as well as she dared) and the two girls chatted softly for a while. Apparently tired from the hike to the beach, they lay down, holding hands, and appeared to drift into naps not long after, allowing Ted plenty of time to take in the view of their gorgeous tits and slowly relaxing nipples. In fact, it was only after the brunette lay down that he got a good look at HER tits, and what he saw amazed him. He had noticed before that she had worked up a pretty good tan before coming to Black's; this was especially evident by her snow white tush, contrasting sharply with her tanned legs and back. But Ted was amazed to see the tan line on her boobs. Yes, the undersides of her breasts were as white as her rear, but the darkness of her tanned upper torso extended deep into the valley of her cleavage and then curved right up to (and maybe OVER) the edge of her areola! Holy crap! Somehow, somewhere, she had sunbathed with so much bosom exposed that it bordered on the edge of puritanical indecency! Just the thought of it sent Ted's dick into a near emergency set of twitches. To Ted's dismay, though, the young couple closest to him packed up their things and left not long after. But not before the girl treated Ted to a side view of her left tit as she pulled a T shirt over her amazing and still naked breasts. She stuffed the neglected bikini top in her bag, but did put the bottoms on, since the top only reached her hip bones. She turned to pick up the towel, and Ted had a great down blouse view of her naked tits, right down to those magnificent nipples, as she shook out the towel. Again, Ted's dick gave a twitch, which he hoped she had not seen, as he continued to use the magazine as a shield for where he was really looking. Ted's dick relaxed a little (but not much) as he continued to survey the boobs both near and far. He hoped that the lovers to his right would wake and decide it was time to protect their breasts and nipples with more lotion, but it seemed he would have to wait. Just then, though, he noticed Eva approaching from the direction of the now empty volleyball court. She was still bottomless and still had her breasts mostly inside her bikini top, which jiggled with each step over the soft sand. Eva approached Ted on a straight line from the south, then paused not 15 feet from Ted, who was still holding his magazine, still sporting a semi-hard on, and now glancing furtively at Eva's amazing tits. Eva looked straight into Ted's eyes, then, when she was sure he was watching, she reached between her mammoth bosoms and undid the top to her bikini, unleashing those glorious melons and stiff nipples in one quick motion. Ted, who was already nearly over the edge from the lotion episode and teenage girl's down blouse nipple display, quickly averted his gaze while he cringed at the set of spasms that overtook his already twitchy dick. He could feel the sperm rising in his balls, the point of no return oh, so close! Ted willed himself not to go over the edge, though, and just barely succeeded, although the fifth spasm had nearly done it. His dick was now pointing almost straight north, but he had not come! Once he was back in control, he stole another glance at Eva, and was both excited and amazed to see that she was still staring straight at him - or at least straight at his dick. When Ted gained his composure, he reasoned that this was likely a game she might have worked before on other boob voyeurs. She had expected the reaction she had triggered (the further stiffening of her target's dick and the set of spasms) but whereas most subjects would have gone to full orgasm, she seemed intrigued with the control Ted had exercised. No hurried cover up on the part of his part, no mad dash to the ocean to deal with spilled seed, just a number of major spasms, and a still hard cock, just lying out in the sun. And then, a new game began, one far more exciting than nude volleyball and perhaps even more intriguing for Eva than simply stimulating a spontaneous orgasm. Ted, with his dick still swollen, continued to stare at Eva's magnificent tits, while her eyes, in turn, feasted on his dick. Ted glanced around quickly - the young couple was long gone, the two girls to his right were clearly sound asleep, and there were no other sun bathers within 50 feet. And with the cliff behind him, there was no one else to know what was going on. It was just them - exhibitionist-voyeurs, alone but still in public, enjoying this game to the hilt. Eye Contact Eva seemed intent on triggering the full orgasm that her initial display had obviously failed to achieve. Lying on her side while facing Ted, her right hand propping her head up, she shifted her position so that her left boob was silhouetted against the ocean behind her. With this point of view, Ted could see that her areola was the sort that rose sensually well above the smooth curve described by the breast itself. Atop the areola, her nipple rose proudly and fully erect from that mammary, and Ted felt another twitch overtake his dick. Yes, that nubbin was well beyond a pencil eraser, and would certainly be tastier than any gumdrop! Eva smiled impishly as she visually devoured Ted's twitchy dick. But still, Ted had not come. Time for the next phase, she apparently decided. Subtlety, Eva raised her left arm to her side. Then, as Ted watched, transfixed, Eva ran her hand, with fingers spread, slowly up the lower part of her rib cage, then up and over her fabulous left tit. She paused at her nipple, staring at Ted's dick as she used her index finger to slowly press the turgid nubbin down into her breast flesh, eliciting yet another twitch. Glancing quickly from the nipple to her face, Ted could see her eyes close briefly as the nipple rebounded from being depressed into her mammoth tit. With effort, Ted willed his dick to stay no more than semi-hard, although it certainly stayed at full thickness. He had repositioned it back to his left hip, since this struck him as more discreet. But it was clearly enough to keep Eva entranced. The game of voyeur and exhibitionist went on for another 15 minutes, through multiple nipple massages and many minor dick pulses. Then, Ted noticed something else was going on. Eva was slowly, slowly sliding her bent left leg back and forth over the right, which she held straight out in line with her body. My God, Ted thought, she is giving her clit a private massage, right here on this crowded beach! The subtle clit and nipple massage went on for another five minutes, while Eva stared at Ted's dick with her expression turning from entranced to glazed, while Ted's focus stayed mainly on those amazing tits, but the clit massage and Eva's facial expression certainly vied for his attention. Then, Eva's finger lingered longer than usual on the nipple, pressing it down a little more firmly; her lungs filled more fully, pushing the bountiful boob ever more skyward, threatening to surround not just the nipple but her finger as well; her eyes closed, she bit her lower lip, and she straightened and tensed both legs, the muscles clearly defined. My God, Ted thought, she's cumming, right her on the beach! With that realization, Ted had to turn to his magazine, though his eyes never came close to focusing on it. A brief but frantic trialogue developed between the Erotic part of Ted's brain (Eros), the Rational part of Ted's brain (Rat), and his dick and other reproductive equipment (Repro). Eros: Staring at your dick made her cum! Rerpo: Nitric oxide levels rising yet again, corpora cavernosa pressure approaching maximum Rat: NO! Not now Eros: But you know you want to - it would feel SO good! Rerpo: 300,000,000 sperm locked and loaded Rat: WAIT! Too messy! Too embarrassing! Eros: She quietly stroked her nipple and used her legs to rub her clit and achieved climax right on this beach! And only you two know! That is MORE than erotic! Rerpo: Seminal fluid pressure in the red zone, leakage reported yet again, not clear when the dam might break Rat: God, you're both right, but your time will cum - uh come! Control yourselves! Rerpo: NOW would be a good time... Eros: Just one more look at her tits, one more look at her face, consumed in ecstasy! Rat: No, and that's... oh God... final! With that, the rational brain finally won the argument, and, a few moments later, Ted risked another look at Eva. Her legs were still outstretched, and Ted could see that the pubic hair downstream from her slit was now clearly darker. She had released her left nipple from its depression, and it now nestled in between her index and middle finger, rising up to show its tip at the same height as those digits, while her palm cupped the outer half of the still heaving bosom. She was still breathing hard, and her eyes had taken on a veiled look - still aimed straight at Ted's cock. When Eva's eyes finally cleared a bit more, Ted mouthed the words, "I want you." This was true enough, but he knew it would never (should never) happen. Being a voyeur brought him great joy, but truly cheating on his loving wife was beyond even his highest testosterone level. With one orgasm (hers) behind her, Eva then stood, still naked, picked up her bikini top, which dangled from her hand, and walked Ted's way to stand just five feet from his towel. Ted watched her naked breasts wobble and sway, nipples both still hard as rocks as she approached. His dick twitched almost uncontrollably, his balls scrunched even higher, and the urge to proceed to release was almost unbearable. Ted had to hide his face in the magazine, with only occasional glances up as she settled her mammaries into the bikini top lest he finally lose control. At first, the nipples were peaking over the top, but she must have felt that that was too much, so she covered them up, too. Despite Ted's mouthed proposition, he was frozen, bound by his marriage vow. Eva departed without saying a word, never having achieved her ultimate goal of pushing Ted over the edge. Ted lay there for several minutes, reliving the encounter. My GOD was that erotic! His dick finally calmed down somewhat, and when he thought it was safe to walk with only a partial erection, he made his way into the water, checking out all the nearby boobs and nipples as he went. The waves were larger than normal, and almost everyone was staying close to shore. Ted was a strong swimmer, though, and he dove under the waves and managed to get out beyond the breakers. Alone now (the surfers were well south of him, where they could get better rides), he reached down and slowly stroked his dick for several minutes, closing his eyes while reliving the encounters as the swells rolled past, breaking well shoreward of him. The hanging breasts of the happy mother, the nipple slip from Eva's bikini, then the amazing rack of the girl with the boyfriend, the two lovers with their lotion and nipple play. But amazing as those were, the last encounter with Eva was by far the most memorable. He burned the shape of her tits into his memory, he relived the way Eva's left nipple had rebounded from being pushed into her left breast, and he got a rush thinking of how she had stared at his dick, and finally how she had brought herself off in front of him and for him alone. What an erotic experience! For a while, he lay on his back, letting his stiff cock lay like a log on his belly, being gently pushed by the surface chop. He loved to hang on the edge of orgasm for hours at a time, and he spent a good long time staying right there this time as well - stroke, stroke, stroke, twitch, twitch, deep breath, pause, repeat. Then, looking over his shoulder, he saw a magnificent wave building - bigger than the others and perfect for body surfing. With his dick still rock hard and at the point of no return, Ted paddled hard toward shore and caught the wave, arms straight out in front for balance and steering. His unattended cock was pummeled left and right, up and down by the roiling surf, and in moments, he began to release his huge load of pent up sperm to the frantically massaging pussy of the cool Pacific ocean, spasming over and over and over all the way in to shore in the most intense orgasm of his life. Like a spent salmon, he lay in the shallows for several minutes while he recovered from and relived the intensity of the unique experience of the surf induced orgasm. Despite the mind blowing release, the images and sensations flooding through his head kept him rock hard this whole time. His dick finally softening, though not really shrinking in length, he pulled himself up and started to stagger back to his towel, only to see the brunette and the redhead bounding hand in hand through the crowd toward the water, giggling as much as they were jiggling. Both sets of bosoms were wobbling wildly, both sets of nipples and even their areolae were fully puckered, almost as if this display was part of the girls' design in their approach to getting to the water while men (and some women!), young and old, took in the sight. "God, I love breasts!" Ted thought, one more time.