2 comments/ 7744 views/ 3 favorites Power of Persuasion By: Aveela2 Author's note: I wrote this story overnight and didn't really edit it much. Comments and questions are always welcome. All characters in this story are above 18 before they get sexually involved. I've tried to incorporate lots of reference material in there just because shit kept popping up in my head. ***** I have known this gorgeous Brunette for the past four years of my life, when she moved next door to my apartment. She was then only fifteen years old then and flew alone across the country from Vancouver to a city absolutely foreign to her, upon her old man's command. Her old man was practically nuts. First, he sent the kid to an all-girls Catholic boarding school when she was young. Then as Lucy returned years later, he sent her here to Toronto to attend middle school in downtown. Who the fuck sends their kid to another city for middle school? She claimed that he wanted her to build her own future, while he paid for her rent, food and all other expenses. The man was a douchbag! Clearly he saw independent living as a way for Lucy to support herself, but the chances she had of doing so on her own at that age were worse than an ape evolving into a human in a day. Personally, I think he hoped to have a son instead of a daughter, and out of some retarded logic he sent her to live on her own to 'make a man out of her'. It was a week after I had seen Lucy move into her new apartment that I found her kneeling on the floor in front of her door, sobbing. She looked slender yet graceful even though her hair was a mess and her long yellow sundress was stained by her tears. The kid had her head in her hands resting on her knees. The kind hearted man that I was back then, I took a knee next to her, to catch her attention. Sensing my presence, she suddenly looked up and almost scrambled to get up on her feet. I was immediately captivated by her beer bottled colored green eyes. I have never seen a pair with a darker shade than hers! Her dilated pupils made her green orbs look larger and her tears created this 3D illusion that you were staring into a portal that opened into another world. Her eyes reminded me of the galaxy on Orion's belt in the Men in Black movie. I rested my hand on her shoulder urging her to keep sitting, before she could get up. Her lips quivered and her eyes closed as she started sobbing once again. Even though I had an important meeting to attend shortly, I just sat on the ground next to her. I wanted to leave and get on with my work but I couldn't. I am not great with kids and so words failed me for the first time as I didn't know how to comfort her. The way she was crying, I dreaded something awful had happened; maybe someone died? We sat in the hallway for hours. It was mostly quiet except for the traffic noise below. Occasionally, we heard ambulances heading towards the nearby hospitals or firetrucks rumble by but that was pretty much it. The corridor was much brighter as the sun headed south in the late afternoon. I had texted my secretary to reschedule my meetings and by now Lucy had finally stopped crying too. I asked her if she was felt better to which she mumbled a yes. I almost laughed out when she told me that she was upset because her door was locked and she forgot her keys inside. It wasn't that I was laughing at her, but I just dreaded the worst. Unfortunately, no locksmith worked on a Sunday but I was glad that Lucy agreed to stay with me till we figured out her situation. Now, I'm no pervert- wait! Let me rephrase that. I wasn't a pervert then. I took the teenager to my room because I knew she wouldn't stand a chance on her own at all and she had nowhere else to go. She was beautiful but that didn't mean that I would just take advantage of her or rape her. Though, it was unsettling that I the thought did occur to me and I realized, somewhat subconsciously, that if I really wanted to have a locksmith over, I could've done so with a phone call. You see, I'm a psychiatrist. A very well established one too. I practice near Lakeshore high up on the 30th floor. My office faces the south giving me a panorama view of Lake Ontario and the arrogantly standing CN tower. I've seen more than a hundred thousand patients in less than ten years of practice, pioneered psychiatry at the University of Toronto and been involved socially and politically throughout the city. It has only been through my hidden efforts that the crack smoking mayor of Toronto has stayed in office so far. Anyway, back at my place, I skillfully used my craft to put Lucy at ease and learnt all about her that I could. People like to talk and especially about themselves. I find, its the easiest way to help them keep their mind off things. As she carried the conversation telling me about her boarding school, I realized that I had never met anyone who was so innocent or so lost in the world. It occurred to me that as I had seen a hundred thousand patients and met countless number of people, so Lucy should literally be the 'one in a hundred thousand' girl on the planet - as described by my fellow redditors. They posted that generations of men pass away without meeting a girl this rare. Although, considering how young she was, I was actually surprised that child services or some other child protection group hadn't shown up so far demanding her dad go to prison. As cold as it may be, I am no father figure, nor would I like to be one. I enjoy my practice thoroughly and through my well connected network of friends, I meet enough people, attend parties and bring girls over regularly. Emphasis on the plural. From that day on, I became Lucy's mentor and her best friend. I taught her much about the city, its transit system (TTC) and places she can go explore. I pulled some strings and called in some favors so that she could have a tutor monitor her academics. I showed her how to cook, what to wear, where to go shopping, which friends to hang out with and how to take care of herself over the years as we got more comfortable with each other. The shy girl I saw crying four years ago, existed no more. Now, the world saw a more confident, secure and self-made Lucy, who excelled at every task she put her mind to. This was a persona that I built for everyone in the world to see, except me. I knew the real Lucy inside. The innocent Lucy who I had preserved under a veil of humor, wit and all things above. I was no father figure, but I was certainly the only one she looked up to and blindly trusted. In a way, one could say that I was silently pulling her strings and transforming her into a person that I wanted her to be, but unlike others my power did not come from coercion or impeccable argumentation; it's my power of persuasion. If Lucy thought she wanted to feel closer or distant to me then that was only because I wanted her to think that. I would sometimes chuckle how much my personality resembled that of Hannibal Lector. I wasn't surprised to learn that the blooming teenager had never explored her sexuality. To say that she was chaste would be an understatement, in fact, I could've pinned her picture next to the term 'chaste' in a dictionary, just to emphasize her purity. That was only thing that I give her father full props for. Due to her looks and the persona she projected at the world, it wasn't surprising that she was asked out by guys all the time. I knew it would happen eventually but there was some force in me that wanted to keep her away from other boys; keep her unaware, untrained and unskilled. For this reason, I presented her a tiny fraction of my skill by teaching her to act, respond and most of all how to influence people around her. The reason she was unaware that she was influencing people when she used my skills was because that is how I wanted it to be; to her 'things just seemed to work out'. I knew from day one that all the work I had done would be lost if she succumbed to peer pressure or put herself in a position that closed her options and made her vulnerable to others. In the end, the result was outstanding. I probably felt like the first man who had invented grilled cheese sandwich. Like the sandwich, Lucy was a work of art and genius. She had been to numerous coffee dates with members of the opposite sex, before and after she turned eighteen, yet she had mastered the ability to turn relationships platonic even before they had started. Her influence not only ran through her friends but also broke into my circles when I she occasionally accompanied me to my events. There were a few instances where guys in her high school had tried to be physically forceful towards her, but I had prepared for that too. Though she was still slender, no one could have guessed that she was being trained by her fitness instructor - my client- in mixed martial arts. As she punched, kicked and sparred with others, she had cut her body fat down to 7% and replaced it with lean muscle. The guy who tried to shove her into the janitor's closet one day after school, never saw it coming; within seconds, he had a broken nose and a case of broken nuts too as my girl ripped him apart and walked away without even a hair out of place. Since Lucy turned eighteen a few months ago, it has dawned on me that I am slowly being consumed by a fire inside me that I cannot control. Gazing into those green orbs lights something up in me, driving me do things I wouldn't have done a year ago. Thinking about her purity fuels the fire and ignites the lust with in me. The women I have been with recently have become less satisfying, as I imagine myself give into the lust for my neighbor. Tonight, as I pump my cock into the moaning red head on my bed, I picture myself getting on top of the girl next door. I feel my heartbeat rise, my arteries constrict and the flow of my blood rushing to my already erect cock! I grab the redhead by her hips more urgently and thrust my cock into her well lubricated pussy with more power, intensity and momentum. The girl is not moaning anymore. She is shocked by what she is feeling and is holding onto my sheets as if she is holding on to her dear life. I have felt her pussy clasp my dick and lubricate it countless times by now, but my cock refuses to give up the race. She is on all fours, her head dug into my pillow like an ostrich's head in the ground. My balls are not in sync with my cock- they have a phase difference of 180 degrees; as my cock pulls out, my balls strike the girl clit making her jump. She jumps again as I thrust in. I think of those green orbs again and I can feel body my preparing itself for battle. Like the Spartans facing the Persian empire, proud, arrogant and strong, I can feel my muscles to be on the brink of contraction. I can literally feel my brain shoot a Sympathetic impulse down my body to my cock and I close my eyes giving into the impending doom. My back arches on its own volition, my abs coil and biceps pull the girls ass into my hips. As if time slows down, I can sense my sperm erupt with unparalleled force from my balls. I can imagine them running through the tubules like a roller coaster ride. I gasp as my cock finally lurches and I sink myself deep into the redhead's femininity. Spurt after spurt after spurt is ejecting from tip. My penis was too erect, if that was even possible, and shoots my cum deeper inside the girl. Seconds of ecstasy pass as I begin to come down from my high. I have no energy left in me and I collapse onto the girl on the bed wtth a blissful afterthought; soon I would have the same way with my Lucy as I train her and skill her to please me. I open my eyes as I feel my energy return. My dick is still swollen, though not at its peak anymore. I realized that the girl beneath me is passed out and probably was so before I came. I back up and plant my feet onto the floor, which I realized is wet with my cum too. I stand up and notice that I exploded so much cum that girl's pussy could not take even half of it. The sheets are mess as usual but the floor scenario is a first. I flipped the redhead onto her back and wipe her face with a washcloth . She is starting to wake up as I stand on the other side of the bed, than where I stood before. She is waking up and I am just standing above her face. My cock starts swelling once more as dirty thoughts cross my mind. I'm imagining her being good friends with Lucy as I grip my hard-on and guide it to her lips. I'm sure the girl opened her eyes in confusion at first, as I fed her my cock for the umpteenth time that night. I felt proud when she declared next morning that she couldn't walk straight. ***** Want the next part? Type in comments about what you think about the story and what you think should happen with Lucy. I'm thinking of two possibilities; 1) Wham-bham 2) Slow seduction I am open to suggestions as always and I again apologize that I haven't edited the story much; sorry shit just takes too much time. There is also something new I'd like to try; I'd really appreciate it if you told me which aspect of the story you liked (the references? The guy's character? The girl's background? etc.)and stuff that you would've changed had you written the story. Cheers! Power of Persuasion Ch. 02 It has been a few weeks since that fantastic night, and I have been practising and honing my craft as often as I can since then. And I enjoy the new normal my family and I. I began making changes to Maria first. I had her quit her job. We didn't need the money; it was pretty much just a way to get her out of the house and stay busy. Then I gave her a craving for anything that was healthy and didn't have sugar. I followed that with a strong desire to go to the gym. When she "told" me that she wanted to work out more than just yoga, I "suggested" a personal trainer. We went to the local gym and I asked one to set up a tough regimen for her to follow everyday with personalized supervision, and to do it completely free of charge. God, it's nice to do that. Like I said, it has only been a few weeks, but damn...she looks better now than she did when we started dating. The last big picture change for Maria was her wardrobe. I had her throw out all her older, less sexy clothes and go get some tighter, more revealing clothing. She went shopping all day and got everything from shoes, to dresses and skirts, to jeans and shirts. I love it when she wears tight jeans, a black shirt that hugs her curves, and tall black boots...gets me every time. Then she got only the skimpiest, sluttiest types of underwear, bras, nighties, garters and stockings. I told her to call me when she was done - there was no way I was going to spend the whole day shopping with her. After she called though, I went to meet her. She had two buggies overflowing with everything. It was easily over $1200 worth of clothes. As we passed the menswear section, I went up to well-to-do gentleman shopping in the high-end suit section. Imagine this - he offered to pick up our tab. What a guy...it didn't even take "much" persuading. Now, after the changes in looks, it was time to change her routine. Maria was up at 4:30 every morning to pack my lunch and the kids' lunches, cook breakfast, and get the kids up and ready. Then she would bring me coffee, strip down naked and wake me up with a blowjob. On some days I'd even have her wash me as I stood in the shower. Essentially it was nice to be worshiped by this beautiful woman. As for the kids, suddenly they had a desire to learn more, read more, watch less TV, eat better and go to bed early. Better for them, better for us, better for me! Now for the work changes. I love my job...well, let me rephrase - I love my work, not my job. Basically, I write the news. I started as an intern in college and worked my way up to part-time assistant and go-fer. From there, I became Associate Producer and now, Producer. Not a bad place to get to in just a few years. But a problem happened about a year ago when we were bought out and had new management put in. I like the General Manager of the station, but the News Director? Cunt from Hell. I had practiced my Power of Persuasion only on family and complete strangers. Now it was time to step up my game and start my rise from normal to exceptional. I had my plan in place and was going to start any minute... On Fridays, I had a meeting with Her, aka the News Director, aka June. She was about 50, blonde, a bit of the trophy wife look, although I had no doubts that it was more of a trophy husband in her situation. She was actually hot, until she started talking like you owed her your entire existence. When our hour-long meeting was concluding, I began to roll out my plan. "Invite me to dinner at your home this evening," I projected at her. "Jeff," she said to me, "why don't you join me and my husband for dinner? My oldest daughter will be home for college and the youngest one doesn't have practice, but I'm sure they wouldn't mind." Jackpot. "OK," I responded. "What time should I be there? Oh...and where do you live?" She said to be there at 7:00 pm and gave me her address. I arrived right on time to one of the nicest houses I've ever seen! The only reason a guy like me should have been in that neighborhood was if I was being paid to clean toilets or something. The trick, I figured, would be to persuade her family as soon as possible. So when I knocked on the door and a guy I assumed was her husband answered, I kicked my plan into gear... "Hello there," I said as I stuck my hand out. "You must be June's husband." "Invite me in, treat me I'm a good friend for whom you will do anything," I persuaded. "Yes! I'm Michael and you must be Jeff. We've been looking forward to tonight. Come in, can I get you a drink?" he asked. "Scotch, two fingers, neat, would be great," I told him. "Coming right up, make yourself at home, June is finishing up cooking with the girls," he told me. So I nodded and went towards the kitchen. "Ladies," I said as I walked in. Now would come the tricky part, persuading more than one at a time. "Hello Jeff," June said cordially enough. "These are my daughters, Kelly and Tracy." They were pretty much exact replicas of their mother except Kelly, the oldest, had dark blonde hair rather than light blond like Tracy and June. Both were fit, curvy and over 18. I smiled at them and shook their hands. Just then Michael came back and handed me my glass. "Cheers!" we both said and drank. With that quick shot of courage, I began my persuasion. "From now on, you will treat everything that I say as a command. You will not hesitate to do everything that I say or ask, you will not question it, you will not falter. You will act like you normally would in every aspect except you will respect my wishes. The women will all desire me and call me 'Sir' when speaking to me. I am the epitome of their desires. You will never speak of what goes on tonight, but you will remember it." "Is that understood?" I asked while holding my breath. "Yes, Sir," the ladies said simultaneously, and Mike simply said "Yes." Not only was tonight turning out to be one of the best of my life...but life itself, was going to be forever awesome. "What's for dinner, June?" I asked. "Prime rib, sir," she responded. "And it's ready if everyone wants to sit down." We all took our places and June served us. After a few minutes of small talk I wanted to test my persuasion more and feel the power that it gave me. "June," I said, "why don't you and the girls eat dinner wearing only your underwear? Mike, you don't mind, do you?" "Not at all," he agreed jovially. Tracy then spoke up. "Sir, I'm not wearing any underwear." I smiled. "Then I guess you'll be eating naked. June, why don't you get up and undress first?" "Of course," she said. She stood up and stepped away from the table, facing me. She pushed the straps of her dress off of her shoulders and the dress crumpled nicely to the floor, pooling around her feet. She was fairly fit, not as fit as Maria was these days, but I was definitely aroused. She smiled and sat back down. "Tracy, your turn," I commanded. She stood up facing me and removed her long sleeved black shirt and tossed it on her mother's dress. Her breasts were young, perky, and succulent. She was a good B cup, with pink nipples that were growing harder in the cold. She unbuttoned her jeans, pushed them down and kicked them away. God, I forgot how tight and delicious young women were. I was rock hard at this point. Fuck me, she looked good. She smiled with a little bit of flirt and sat back down. Last, but not least, I turned to Kelly who was sitting next to me. "Your turn." She smiled and stood up very close to me. She was in a long sleeved college shirt and pair of short athletic shorts. She pulled off her sweater, revealing a very simple but gorgeous black cotton bra. She must have been a C cup pushing D. As I looked down at her body I saw the beginnings of some defined abs. God, I miss college girls too. Then she turned away from me, bent at the waist and pulled her shorts down revealing a matching simple black thong pointing directly in my face. God, I wanted her more than anything at that moment. "Don't sit down just yet..." I pushed at her. Time for Phase III. "June, go get a bowl from the kitchen, will you?" She stood up and walked into the kitchen. "You know my problem with your wife, Mike? She's a complete bitch. And I'm afraid that your daughters are going to share those traits. Like mother, like daughter - right, Mike?" He laughed and nodded. "I know exactly what you mean." "You don't mind if I treat her or your daughters like they deserve, do you?" I asked. "Not at all," he winked. Just then, June walked back into the dining room with the bowl. "Excellent," I said. "Put that on the ground, June, and dump your plate into it." She did precisely that, making a bit of a mess. "Now, since you are a bitch, you are going to act like one. Remove your underwear - bitches don't wear clothes." She did. "Bitches also walk on all fours." She got down on all fours. "That's much better. Now finish eating." She walked over to her bowl and began eating like the dog she was. I turned to Kelly, and rested my hand on her ass. "You remind me of your mother, and I get the feeling that you are a bitch too. Am I right?" She said simply "Yes, Sir." I smacked her ass hard and she let out a squeal. "You know, Mike, I didn't realize dogs could talk. Bitches can't talk, can they, Mike?" "Not that I know of," he said. I looked at Kelly. "Try again," I told her. This time she simply nodded. "Do bitches stand on two legs?" She looked at me and got on all fours. "Much better!" I exclaimed and patted her head. "Now why don't you get under the table and pull out my cock and lick it like a good girl?" She let her tongue hang out and licked my palm then crawled under the table to sit in front of me. I could feel her shoulders against my legs and then felt her hands as she undid my belt and pulled my pants off. She got back on all fours and began to lick my hard member. As we finished dinner, Mike and I made small talk as if it was the most normal thing in the world for his two daughters to be naked, one sucking my cock, and his wife, also naked, eating her food out of a bowl on the floor. Suddenly I felt the urge to cum - very, very strong. "Swallow every bit of it, bitch," I thought. Kelly began to devour me more, trying to force the cum out. I suddenly exploded in her mouth and just like a good bitch, she didn't spill a drop. Fuck, that felt fantastic. Kelly sat on her haunches under the table and waited for further commands. "June, are you done eating over there?" I asked. I saw her sit up. God, she was a mess. Her face was covered in meat juice and gravy which ran down her chest and was in her hair. Mike started laughing. It was pretty funny looking. Revenge is sweet. "Jesus Christ, you look hideous. Tracy - go take your mother outside and hose her off. And hurry, we have business to discuss," I said. Tracy jumped up, responded with a "Yes Sir" and lead her mother outside to the hose. "Mike, why don't you get me another drink and let's sit on the couch and talk," I suggested. "Sounds good to me," he said. I went to the living room and was about to sit down when I looked back and saw Kelly under the table. I laughed and clicked my tongue and patted my leg and she followed me to the overstuffed chair. I snapped my fingers and pointed to the spot next to the chair and she sat next to me. I was petting her and stroking her hair when Mike came in with two empty glasses and a bottle of 25 year Glenlivet. He poured us a bit and handed me a glass and sat down just as Tracy was leading June back into the house. She was still a mess, but at least not messy. Her hair was soaking wet and she was obviously cold. She tracked water in on the nice white carpet as she came to sit in front of me. I smiled as I looked down on her, still petting her oldest daughter's head. I snapped my fingers and looked at Tracy and pointed to the other side of my chair. She mimicked her sister and soon I was patting both their heads while sitting in a leather overstuffed chair wearing only a shirt and a hard-on, while my bitch of a boss sat soaking wet between my legs. God, life was good. "How much money do you each make?" I asked June. She responded "I make about $400,000 and Michael makes about $250,000 annually." I smiled and said "Of that $650,000, you will pay me $300,000. You will pay it weekly, in cash, delivered by June the Bitch. You will drive to my house every Saturday morning at 5am to deliver it. After you deliver the money, you will serve my wife, Maria, in any way that she says. Is that understood?" "Yes, Sir," was her prompt response. "Mike, it seems that she has made your life tough. Am I correct in that assumption?" I asked. "God, yes," he said. "Well Mike, I want you to know that your 250k isn't going to waste," I told him and looked at June. "June, you are to submit to your husband at all times. You will do whatever he asks with a good attitude, and you will give it at 120%. You are his slave. You will never reprimand him or speak ill of him. You will never disagree with him. You are to become a Stepford wife. Do you understand your new rules?" "Yes, Sir," she said again. "Excellent," I said and smiled. I looked at Mike, "How does that sound?" He looked like a kid at Christmas. "Go ahead...try her out." "Come here cunt...crawl to me." She turned and crawled on the floor to him. When she arrived she sat and looked at him. "Go bend over the couch," he commanded her. She got up and went to the side of the couch and bent at the waist. Her wet hair and dripping body was making a mess of her nice house. I smiled at the damage, slight though it may be. "Don't move, and be sure to say thank you," he said as he reached for the ash shovel next to the fireplace. Then I watched as he...there needs to be a word that means spanked, but exponentially harder...just shy of beating. She screamed and said thank you. Then he did it again. And again. She said thank you each time. I silently persuaded Tracy and Kelly to start sharing my cock as I watched Mike nearly beat his wife. "She isn't going to be able to sit for weeks," I thought and I smiled again. After a few minutes of spanking, Mike dropped the shovel. June's ass was bright red. "Get on your knees, cunt, and open your mouth." She did, moving quickly but wincing every step of the way. She opened her mouth and looked into his eyes. He unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock and lovingly stroked his wife's face. That, however, was right before he grabbed both her ears and started...normally I would call it face-fucking...but this...this was skull-fucking at its finest. "Stand up Tracy, and bend over in front of me," I said, watching the display of Mike claiming his manhood again. "Now sit on my cock with your legs closed and your cunt tight," I thought at her. She immediately began to impale her wet cunt with my hard cock. Even though she was young, it was easy to tell that this pussy was a pro. She began to ride me nice and smooth while I caressed her sweet young ass. "Give me your tits, Kelly," I commanded. She stood up, sat on the armrest of the chair and faced me, slowly pulling my head to her luscious breasts. "Don't forget the balls, Tracy," I reminded. I suddenly felt a hand caress my balls as I sucked on a nipple. God, this must be heaven. Just then I heard Mike groan and June start gagging and spitting up her husband's cum all over the living room. "Get on the floor and have me cum on your faces, girls," I thought at both of them. Kelly pushed me off her breast so fast you'd think the house was on fire. Then she pushed Tracy over as she leapt to the floor. She then reached up and stroked my cock as Tracy pressed her face against Kelly's and returned to caressing my balls. In seconds, I exploded all over their pretty faces. Stream after stream hit the girls in their faces, eyes and hair. "Don't move," I told them. I looked over at June who was finally recovering from her ordeal and persuaded her to get my pants and bring them to me. After I got dressed, I told her to clean her daughters' faces of my cum with her tongue. After watching her get started, I walked over and shook Mike's hand. "Pleasure doing business with you," I said. "No," he said quickly, "the pleasure is by far all mine." I walked out of my door to my car and drove home completely content with life.