4 comments/ 166239 views/ 36 favorites I Control Minds Ch. 01 By: penasweapon It happened so quickly. I was making a left turn onto Mehcas Street, an almost blind turn, and as I eased out a car came barreling right into me. I only remember noise. Minutes later as I sat in my car I wondered if what I was feeling was what it was like to be dead. As my head cleared I realized that I was alive. All of a sudden everything came rushing in the sound and the light. My head was spinning. A loud sound was splitting my head and I realized it was the sound of my horn which would not stop. Then came the sound of someone yelling. I looked around and realized that I needed to get out of my car. I was able to climb out of my window and when I was safely standing outside my car I could not believe what I was looking at. My car was totaled. I couldn't believe that I was alive much less able to climb out of the car. I did a quick assessment and discovered that somehow I didn't even have a scratch on me. My car looked like it had been in a compacter but I was untouched. Amazing. Just then the sound of the person yelling invaded my head again. I spun to see an older scraggly looking man standing just outside this beater of a car yelling and screaming obscenities at my while waving his fist. I was still disoriented and just wished that he would shut the hell up and miracle of miracles he did. Just then a cop car arrived. The officer made his way over to us and surveyed the scene asking where the person in the car was. I explained that I was and he looked at me funny. He said I was one lucky guy because people don't just walk away from accidents like that. Just then the other guy started ranting again. He was yelling about me being an asshole and not looking where I was going and how it was all my fault. This angered me. I had been looking but the guy had to be doing at least 50 on this street for me not to be able to see him even at that blind corner. As continued with his lie my anger grew and I kept thinking that he had better tell the truth or so help me I would kick his ass --after all he nearly killed me. And then he calmed down and told the officer that the truth was he was going way too fast and couldn't stop. That was strange. The officer took the report and offered me a ride home. When I got home I wanted to take a warm shower and grab a beer from the fridge and just relax. What I had forgotten was that my wife was home because her mom had just come to stay for the week. As I opened the door there was my wife and her mother -- the ball buster. Great, I had to tell my wife with her here. Before I even finished I could see it in her eyes -- I braced myself. It came -- the tirade she seemed to revel in. I just stared at her thinking I nearly died this morning and all she could do was try to belittle me. I looked at my wife who sat there saying nothing thinking how insane it was for her to allow it. All I wanted at that moment was for my wife to act like she cared one bit about me and tell her mother to shut up. On and on she went for a few more minutes when my wife suddenly told her to quit. I was shocked because she had never done that before. I went into the bedroom to take a shower. When I came out my wife was in the bedroom and she asked if I was ok. I looked at her astonished and went to say thank you and then she cut me off telling me that I shouldn't think that she didn't agree with her mother it was just that she could wait 'til I was doing better to let me have it. Great. I went into the kitchen leaving my wife in the bedroom. I found a beer and turning to open it I saw my mother staring at me. I asked her what she wanted and she began in a whisper I guess not to alert my wife to tell me again how pathetic she thought I was. I was really getting sick of it. My frustration and anger grew as she spoke. I could hear myself scream in my head what the fuck is your problem. Then something strange happened I wasn't moving but I felt myself getting closer to her. And then, I could see me from her point of view -- I was in her head. Suddenly images flashed of me and my wife having sex. The images were familiar but they were from a different perspective than I had known them. I watched one of my better performances as if I were in the room with myself. I remembered how I had wanted to fuck my wife senseless that night and paid particular attention to my technique. From this angle it looked almost like a professional porn movie. I am a pretty gifted guy in that department and I had my wife on the floor with her legs up on my shoulders pounding away. While I was hammering away as fast as I could I was also pulling almost all the way out on each stroke and then pushing all the way back in. From this angle I could see how my wife was so wet that her juices were coating her ass and pooling beneath us. I had not known that. Then I noticed that I could feel a strong sensation of lust but it wasn't my own and then I could hear thoughts. The thoughts were about my dick and how big it was, about how it looked so good and how horny it was making -- my mother. What the fuck? As these thoughts grew more intense I could see the images focusing in from the whole scene to my dick. I became aware that my mother was wet. Then in shock I knew but I don't know how I knew that she was fingering herself as she watched. Then to my surprise a wave of pleasure hit -- she had orgasmed. I was confused but was coming to understand that somehow I had gotten in my mother's head and was seeing and experiencing what she had. I was in for more surprises. Expecting that it was over I was shocked to find her arousal level quickly escalating again and her focus like a laser on my dick. She almost had her whole hand in herself and was filling with an emotion that I was not expecting - jealousy. She was on fire and she was thinking how she should be the one getting fucked like that. I was amazed. As much as she acted like she hated me I would never have expected this. Then, there was the wave again more powerful this time. She dropped to her knees and the wave hit so hard she had to cover her mouth to keep from making a sound. She crawled back into the room out of the doorway and lay on the floor. She thought to herself that she had to do something to keep me away from her because she didn't know if she could resist her desire. Then I was back in my own head. I looked over at my mother who looked like a mix between someone who had seen a ghost and had just seen something extremely erotic. So, she saw it again too. Her nipples looked like they might poke through her shirt and she was perspiring. Like my wife her mother had big breast and large nipples so it was almost obscene the sight on display before me. She was looking at me but almost looking past me. Then I saw her blink and she directed her gaze toward my crotch. I hadn't noticed but I had a real boner going and since I had just taken a shower and had thrown on some shorts without underwear it was really easy to tell. I didn't need to be in her head to know that look -- lust. She was ogling my tented shorts and I guess she hadn't realized it because she had started rubbing her nipples. This was all too bizarre and I chuckled a little at the irony of my mother who had been such a bitch to me standing there wanting nothing more than for me to fuck her. My chuckle must have snapped her back to reality because she looked up at me with a look of embarrassment and turned to walk away. I didn't want her to leave. I was enjoying watching this bitch drool over my dick. I didn't know how to get her not to leave but as I thought about her staying she stopped moving. Now, I am not the swiftest person ever to walk the earth but I was beginning to see a pattern taking shape after my accident. Whenever I thought about someone doing something they seemed to do it. I figured that after the day I had anything could be possible and so I thought about her focusing on my dick again and sure enough she stared right at it. Holy Shit! My mind raced. I could control her. Immediately my vengeful side began tossing around the possibilities. I looked at her and asked her why she was staring at my dick. She was obviously confused but didn't stop staring. Answer me, I both thought and said to her. She stammered that she was trying not to look. I thought to her that she couldn't turn away. I don't know if my dick had ever been so hard. Without any prompting she was squeezing her breast and tweaking her nipples again. I thought to her that her pussy was in need and that she knew that I had what she needed then I let her go from my grasp. She looked at my face with almost pleading eyes. She startled me with how quickly she traversed the space between us and had her hand on my dick. She was stroking it through my shorts and I had to make her slow down or would have cum in my shorts right there. A plan for my vengeance quickly developed in my mind and my wife and her mother were going to be the key players in that plan. I Control Minds Ch. 02 I had just discovered that I could control minds by accidentally controlling my mother who I had always thought of as a frigid bitch but had now discovered harbored strong feelings of lust for me. I was standing in my kitchen with the hardest erection I could ever remember having had and she was stroking it through my shorts. I thought out to my wife in the bedroom that she was curious about what we were doing. She wanted to see us but not be seen and so she would peep around the door from the bedroom. No matter what she saw she wouldn't look away nor would she advance she would just watch. I also thought to her that she was beginning to feel horny and that her body, if it needed attention, should be attended to by her hands. I then tried to enter her mind like I did with her mother earlier to see what she was feeling it took a few tries, as I was not really practiced. I could see her mother standing stroking my dick and could feel anger and a little bit of excitement building in my wife. I cut off that anger and made her more excited and twice as horny then I left her mind. I was back looking at her mother who was still stroking me. I thought to her that she should say in a loud voice that she wanted my dick in her and that she would show me what that little bitch (my wife) couldn't. I shot my wife some jealousy and then pretended that I was shocked saying that I couldn't because I was faithful to my wife and would never cheat on her. Again I had her speak. She told me that if I didn't fuck her and fuck her good that she would tell Natasha (my wife) that I had tried to touch her and that I knew that Natasha believed anything she said. I pretended to resign myself to the fact that I had to fuck my mother, Lena. I had Lena lead me over to the couch and push me down. I ramped up her desire so I wouldn't have to think of every move. She reached down and yanked off my shorts exposing my erection. The look in her eyes was almost scary. I had never seen such an animalistic look in a woman's eyes. I pushed her desire up another notch. She quickly disrobed and it was obvious she was ready. Her big brown breast were capped with dark brown nipples that were standing at attention nearly an inch long. Lena had been working out for the last nine years since her mother died of a heart attack and so her body didn't look like that of a 52 year old. Those breasts looked even larger than they were because of her wasp-like waist which flared out into extremely wide hips. All of this wrapped in chocolate brown skin made her look like a something out of a rap video. The reason she never had a man certainly had nothing to do with her body it was her shitty attitude. Truthfully, while my wife was no slouch her mother was something else entirely. I was looking at her swollen pussy lips and the fluid already running down her leg thinking how much I was going to enjoy this when she literally jumped on me impaling her. She let out what sounded like a roar. Lena was lost in her lust. She started bouncing up and down my shaft all the way up and then she would just let go and impale herself again. If I didn't slow her down she was going to hurt one of us. I took Lena back down a notch so that at least she would guide herself back down my shaft and then reached out to see what my wife was thinking. Natasha was in a super excited state similar to what I had learned earlier about her mother when she had watched us fuck. Her hand was working away at her pussy as her excitement built. She had her eyes glued to my dick sliding in and out of her mother. There was something else though -- that jealousy. While excited she was wondering if I liked her mother more than her. Even though her mom was an infinitely better fuck I wouldn't let Natasha know that; that would be wrong. I pushed insecurity and stopped blocking her anger but only allowed her anger to be directed at her mother. I left Natasha's head so I could focus on the hot piece of ass riding me at the moment. I couldn't believe what a hot fuck this frigid bitch was. What a waste of good pussy she had been all that time. Her pussy was wet as hell and yet still felt tight as a vice grip. Compared to Natasha ...truthfully, there was no comparison. This was the best pussy I had ever had and before Natasha I had quite a few. While vengeance was the goal I could not help but set aside that goal for a while to simply enjoy this woman's gifts. She was going to get what she wanted I was going to fuck her senseless. I grabbed her ass cheeks and stood with her. I was still inside her and began lifting her in the air and slamming her back down on my dick like they do in the pornos. I was about to make her say something when she screamed that this was the best dick she ever had and I was going to make her cum. Perfect. I knew Natasha was growing furious with her mother. I kept fucking her like that for probably another ten minutes. She was so wet that I would slide her all the way off of my eight inches and then pierce her again eliciting a guttural groan. Finally, she came. It took everything in me to hold on to her. I laid her on the couch and could see her pussy was severely swollen. I stood over her thinking what I should do next when she began, almost as if she were chanting, more -- more -- more. I hadn't used my ability to make her do that. She was just in ecstasy and wanted more of it. My dick was still rock hard and I certainly wanted more so she was going to get more. Looking down I could see that her eyes were barely open she seemed barely conscious but she kept begging for more and touching herself. I had to know so I entered her head seeking her thoughts. There was nothing coherent except for two words 'Greg's Dick'. Lena was at that moment not much more than an animal in need of my dick -- unbelievable. I however needed her to at least appear coherent and so I spoke through her saying in a very loud way come on and show me how you fuck a real woman use that big dick to make me yours. I didn't even need to enter Natasha's head as soon as I thought about her I could feel her anger at her mother. I on the other hand had to do what Lena said after all I didn't want Natasha's mother hurting her with the lie. It was too perfect. I turned her up again. Her breathing became shallower and her eyes appeared to be rolling backwards in her head under her lids. I rubbed my dick on he lips and she began to shudder and moan. Placing the tip at her entrance I pressed forward stopping only when I bottomed out. She exploded in another orgasm. All of that and her pussy was still tight as hell -- what a body. I grabbed her legs pushing them straight up and together in front of me so that she was folded in half while lying on her back. I held her ankles up past her head and stretched out so that my toes and hands that held her legs supported me. This gave me the kind of deep penetration a woman rarely lets you have access to. I went to town. I fucked her deeply smashing into her cervix at the bottom and entering her 'backroom'. At this point she was just grunting. My balls were on fire and I knew I would cum soon. I entered her mind and let her feel my pleasure combined with hers. It was almost too much and when I came everything went white. I awoke still on top of Lena. I looked around and noticed that it was dark outside so I knew that I must have been passed out for a long time. I looked down at Lena and she was still completely out of it. I couldn't believe what an incredible fuck she had been. Even without the mind control she would have been outstanding not like ... Natasha! Shit! Natasha had been stuck there for hours while I was passed out just watching me lay on her passed out mother. I reached out to her and she was furious. Her thoughts were murderous. I think she really wanted to kill her mother. I changed that she was still pissed but she wouldn't hurt her mother, after all I needed her for more fucking. I sent her to get ready for bed and checked on Lena. Lena was still far out of it so I woke her up using my newfound ability. She came to looking around disoriented. She grabbed me and stuck her tongue in my mouth and I kissed her back. She was completely free from my control but she was still hot. She told me that nothing she had ever experienced even came close to what we did and that she wanted to give me something. Lena dropped to her knees and took me in her mouth and I learned something about her- she had no gag reflex - as she deepthroated my dick with ease. She throat fucked me until I blew a load into her belly. She got up telling me that would keep her content for the night and that she couldn't wait until tomorrow. She then turned and walked toward the guest bedroom her bubble butt swaying seductively the whole time. I Control Minds Ch. 03 Some men are lucky enough to have mothers who are sweet as can be and then there are the rest of us. I was one of the ones whose MIL was a bitch on wheels. It isn't as uncommon as some might think for those of us who have to endure verbal castration to fantasize about fucking the bitch in our life into submission; what is uncommon is that we actually get to do it. I had just discovered almost simultaneously that I had the power to control minds and that the ferocity of my mothers attacks were rooted in her need not to give into her sexual desire for me. I used this knowledge to push her towards doing what she really wanted and setting up a situation, which was only beginning to play out but ultimately would create a world of ecstasy in my home. As I watched Lena sway towards the guest bedroom I felt myself getting hard again. That woman, if she had a different demeanor, would have enchanted men. Her ass was a marvel. It was huge, round and at the same time it was tight. I was so tempted to go another round with her but I was tired and I knew I could have her whenever I wanted now. I went to my bedroom. Natasha was there sitting on the bed. She was wearing a sheer teddy that she had only worn once before. "Hey baby," I said looking her over. Her tits, which seemed to be the only thing her and her mother had in common looked really good in that outfit. My wife's nipples, which were a bit bigger than her mother's, stood obscenely at attention. Natasha stood and walked towards me. She came up close and spun around displaying herself for me. Truthfully, after having just watched her mother it was kind of hard to be excited about my wife's relatively flat ass. While she had it going on upstairs she had almost no ass, which now seemed flatter than ever. Natasha also didn't have the dramatic flair to her hips her mother had. "Fuck me," she whispered. I knew that after what she had just seen and been made to feel she would be horny. I entered her mind and discovered that she was indeed horny but more she needed me to confirm that I still wanted her. She was jealous. I turned that up. Looking her straight in the eye I told her that I was very tired and that she didn't need to worry about me I was fine without having sex for the night. I knew the havoc this would play with her mind. For years I had had to practically beg for pussy. Natasha had some weird sexual hang up and it manifested itself in our pathetic sex life. When we did have sex she enjoyed it. It was just an overwhelming chore getting her there. That is what was so frustrating. Unlike many women she had an orgasm most of the time we had sex and I still couldn't get any. And, there was the matter of her allowing her mother to goad her into treating me like shit. So tonight she would see what it was like to want. I went into the bathroom and took a shower. Before I came out I took a long time slowly stroking myself until I was throbbing and on the verge of cumming. I shot Natasha a surge of desire and walked out. I jumped in bed without putting anything on. "Good night," I said. You didn't need to be a mind reader to know, she was practically drooling. Her eyes were pleading with me. I would have none of it. I could tell that as she rolled over and tried to be still that she was masturbating. I laughed to myself and then slowly drifted off. I awoke with a heavy pressure on my chest. My eyes shot open to see Natasha laying on me. As I became more aware it was apparent that I was in her. She cheated. She took what she wanted while I slept. This mind controlling must really take a lot of energy because I don't remember feeling a thing. So, she had to have my dick bad enough that she would take it when I told her no. If she needed it that bad she was going to get it. She was going to get all the dick she needed and more. I was angry. I don't even know why but I was furious. I flipped her over and began pounding into her still sleeping body. Natasha's eyes flew open. "I told you no," I yelled. I was fucking as hard as I possibly could. "Greg..." I cut her off. "Shut the fuck up," I spat. "You are going to get what you wanted, I am going to fuck your cunt until you can't walk!" I was trying to think - why was I so angry? I couldn't really think though. All I knew was she had to know I was in control and fucking her like this would remind her of that. I had her bent into an impossible position and was thrusting harder than I ever had. Somewhere in my mind the thought that I could seriously injure her tried to surface. It didn't temper my assault; on the contrary it drove me even faster. Tears ran down her face. Every muscle in my body was straining as I fucked Natasha harder than I would a two-bit whore. I was struggling to control myself but I couldn't stop. She had to know who was in control. The sounds she was making were awful guttural sounds and like everything else that should have stopped me, repulsed me about my actions they just made me up my efforts. I was straining and sweating my teeth were gnashing and I was giving her everything I had when I felt the sensation start in my balls. I looked down at Natasha and saw in her face a mix of emotions. My cock was on fire and I knew my release was imminent. My balls began twitching. I then did something that I can't even tell you why I did it. I pulled out of her. You could hear it slide out. Then I rammed it straight up her ass. No lube. No preparation. Just raw. Straight up her ass to the hilt. She let out an awful noise. She sounded like a speared wild animal. I exploded. Shot after shot emptied into her bowels. As I came down still lodged in her ass I felt her asshole begin to spasm around me. The bitch had an orgasm. I laughed out loud. She covered her face with her hands in shame. "Don't be ashamed. Good dick is good dick," I said I couldn't believe how callous I was. I looked at her used body her pussy lips were distended and her ass was leaking cum. My erection returned. She saw it too because her eyes grew wide. "Please. I can't take anymore," she pleaded. I grabbed her by her hair and yanked her off the bed. I forced her to her knees. "Suck it" I thought about removing her gag reflex but the evil that had just caused me to fuck her so brutally made me leave it in place. My dick is sizeable at eight inches but not the biggest ever. What made me seem so big was that I was exceptionally thick. So thick in fact that I have always been careful with women when getting a blowjob so that they didn't get me with their teeth and so I didn't cause them to split a lip or something from stretching so wide. Not this morning. I grabbed the back of Natasha's head and rammed forward. She choked. As I pulled back she gulped in some air. This went on and on. Soon she was a mess of saliva and pre-cum. Choking. Gasping for air. An enormous cum shot up my shaft and I yanked Natahsa's head off of me aiming my dick at her face. Rope after rope I covered her face. I came so much that my knees literally got weak and I had to concentrate to remain standing. After the last bit dribbled out of me onto her I dropped onto the bed. Natasha was on the floor. She went to wipe her face when I told her she had better not. I told her that she had better eat all of that cum or she would pay for it. Natasha began scooping cum into her mouth and swallowing it. It was so nasty and erotic. If it was possible I would have gotten hard again. When she was done she just laid there on the bedroom floor defeated. I looked at her; the mess that she was, and knew that she had learned a lesson. "You get what I give you," I said. "No more. No less. If you want some dick you beg for it and I will decide if you deserve it." Then because I knew it was cruel I added, "If you think that your mother is competition, well she is. She knows how to fuck really good and has an amazing pussy. If you want to stop me from fucking her you had better damned well figure out how to treat me like a fucking king around here." The jealousy I had made her to feel took over and I added some insecurity to it. I went into the bathroom and took my morning shower. When I came out she was still on the floor. "Greg, I'm sorry" "Yes, yes you are." I walked out of the bedroom headed for work. Lena was in the living room, naked. "G'morning stud. Sounds like you really took care of some business this morning. I so wanted to open the door and watch but instead I just sat here playing with myself listening to you" Her pussy was glistening. I could feel my dick inching down my pants leg. Really I was not up for fucking her I was still worn out from my bout with Natasha. "Not to worry stud I know that must have taken a lot of energy" she said. She must have seen it in my eyes. "I just want you to know that I will be here wet and waiting when you get home." With that my dick jumped in my pants. She saw it and smiled telling me that I didn't look all that worn out to her. She crossed the room sank to her knees and fished me out of my pants. "Damn you are a big boy," she basically moaned. "You might be too tired to fuck but I can still take care of this for you" It was like a nature show I watched once where this snake swallowed its prey even though the prey was larger than the snake. My dick disappeared down her throat. In no time I was filling her with my cum. I will admit however there wasn't nearly as much as there had been earlier when I brutalized Natasha. As she backed off of me she smiled up at me and said, "thanks for breakfast big boy." She simply wished me a good day and went to her room. What a perfect slut my mother had turned out to be. I put myself away and left for work with a huge smile on my face. I Control Minds Ch. 04 Alex couldn't believe herself. She was fishing Greg's cock out of his biker shorts and wondering to herself why she hadn't done this in the past. As she got it out and began stroking the fat organ she really couldn't believe that in all these years she hadn't taken advantage of this man's gift. Her mouth watered as she pulled him toward her. "How could you have kept this from me," she asked before filling her mouth with the enormous head of Greg's cock. Greg leaned back against her desk as this woman went to town on his erection. Life certainly was good for him now. His mother lived for another fucking, his wife would do anything for his dick and the woman in his office, who never stopped talking, now felt as though every urge she had to speak meant she should fill some orifice with his cock instead. ------------------------------------------------- Greg didn't live too far from work and on many mornings when the weather permitted he would ride his bike to work. Upon arriving at work his routine was to stop by the office, check on things with Alex before grabbing a shower and changing into work attire. Sometimes something was already happening and he and Alex would discuss it before he showered. This morning she had been having issues with files on her computer, she often did, so he decided to look at it before he went to get ready for the day. "What's the matter now," he asked stepping around her desk to look at the computer screen. There was silence and so Greg looked at Alex and caught her staring at the bulge in his biker shorts. It wasn't the first time she had been so transfixed. She cleared her throat and said, "I'm not sure. There are a bunch of files I had here that seem to have disappered." Whenever he got this close in the morning before changing that obscene bulge was unavoidable but she did her best not to notice it and once she did to ignore it. Greg was fascinated by the dynamic and had noticed her struggle in the past and to be honest it was part of why he stopped by before changing-- he was somewhat of an exhibitionist. He knew that this outfit flabbergasted the woman; but the only fun he could have with that was to frustrate her...until now. Greg began thinking about what he could do with the mind control power he had been using on his wife and mother for the last two days when Alex's inane rambling broke his daydream. "...so I have to get these files so I can get out of here on time because Jamie has so much to do this evening - school - and after Jamie goes to soccer practice then there are two soccer games and I have to go to all of them and somehow I have to get dinner done and Jamie has a ton of homework I feel like I might have to do it for her because..." she never took a breath. Every day he was regaled with a never-ending story about Jamie. Jamie this. Jamie that. He really could care less about Jamie. "Why do you always have a story about Jamie, do you really think I care," Greg snapped. It didn't take his newfound powers to read the look on her face. Greg wished he hadn't snapped at her but it just never stopped. He couldn't take it anymore. "Alex you are a nice lady but you talk too much. You talk compulsively. You mean well but you are driving me nuts," Greg was telling her this and altering her reality at the same time "you realize this and don't want to drive me crazy. From now on when you have the urge to speak about something frivolous you will remember how I don't like it and have the desire to do something you are sure I will like instead" Greg let that idea marinate for a minute. "Your compulsion will be not to speak but to ensure that you please me. You do know the only thing that is a surefire way to please a man don't you?" Greg watched her eyes grow wide as she realized the answer to the question. "Yes, you do know don't you? Your new compulsion will be to give me a blow job or to get me to fuck you either in your pussy or ass" The look on Alex's face told the whole story. She looked to be struggling. Greg knew she must have already come up with something else dumb to talk about that quickly and realized her desire for sex with him. She was trembling trying to stop herself. Greg smiled. This was fun for him. He exaggerated his movement and thrust the bulge in his biker shorts toward her face. Perspiration was visible on her brow now. He stood with his hands made into fists on his hips in a stance that drew attention to his dick which was growing hard now and snaking obscenely down the leg of the tight shorts. Alex couldn't take her eyes of of it. She needed to have the fat organ. It crossed her mind how good it would feel plugging her bottom, its thickness was apparent as it grew. Alex tried to push the thoughts out of her head, she tried to think of something to say but she could only think of things of little consequence and the feeling just grew stronger. While Greg was enjoying this and knew she would break eventually he was quite horny himself now so he sped things along, "One thing Alex, you have no inhibitions" Just like that her hands flew to his crotch and she was fishing him out wondering why she hadn't done this in the past. ------------------------------------ Greg was very close now. His balls were full and tightened against him. He grabbed the back of her head and began ramming his cock in her mouth in earnest. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," Greg was yelling as his cock erupted in her mouth. He held her head in place as he thrust forward as far as he could and unloaded. Alex was having a hard time breathing even before this move and now the combination of the movement and cum that was filling her mouth made it nearly impossible. She became lightheaded and started to see stars...she stopped feeling the ache in her jaw. Everything went white. Even though Greg was holding her head Alex's body went limp and she fell backwards into her chair. As she did the final ropes shot from Greg's dick hitting her first in a line across her face and then marking her outfit. Greg breathed deeply calming himself while watching Alex's slumped body as her chest rose and fell, "motherfucker that was good" he said to no one in particular. Alex began to come to. Greg may have cancelled her inhibitions but she still had shame. As she realized what she had done a wave of shame and guilt washed over her. She looked at Greg who was still sitting against her desk and at his cock which while not erect was still relatively bloated, wet, and dripping the remnants of his orgasm. "I..." she went to speak hoping to make things less awkward but couldn't come up with anything that made sense to say to explain her actions. She began to babble when her need for the cock hit her like a truck. "...I want your cock," she growled reaching out and stroking the still slightly engorged member. Squeezing from base to tip Alex looked up at Greg saying, "it would be a shame to waste this as the last of his cum was forced out of his cock toward the tip. She sucked on the tip - hard. "MMM, you taste good too," Alex stated while wiping some cum off her chin like a little kid using the back of her hand to do so. She belched. "Disgusting," Greg said not believeing that she had done that. Looking at her he could see that she wasn't even phased by his reaction she just kept stroking his cock. She seemed obsessed with it now. Greg realized he may have gone a bit far taking away any inhibitions and acted to correct that before she did something truly disgusting. "Alex you do have inhibitions like you always have it is just that when it comes to me and anything sexual you no longer have any inhibitions at all" he commanded. Greg noticed that Alex's minstrations were more annoying than pleasurable and realized he needed some time to recover. He placed a block on her acting on her desires for the next hour allowing her to stew the whole time. He wondered how she would react when the block was removed. He figured she would probably be very adamant about having sex at that point. He left to take a shower. 20 minutes later Greg returned and found something he had forgotten about. Michelle the student worker had come while he was gone.