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Master PC - Trust Ch. 01

By: mad_jack



Everybody's heard of Master PC. The program that lets you control people, change them physically and mentally to suit your whim. Make them into sex toys, bimbos, sluts, that's the usual use. And I'd been tempted, oh yes. When it first showed up in my inbox, a million possibilities had gone through my head. I could have it all, panting love slaves, people giving me their money, all of that. At least, I could have all that if I were willing to ignore that damn conscience of mine. But I just couldn't bring myself to mess around with people that way. Would I want some total stranger messing around with my head and body? Besides, I had a wife, Andrea, and we were very happy together. We got along great, and we had a really good sex life. Why would I want to fuck that up?

So instead of going the usual route, I decided to share it with her.

I told her about it at dinner one night. We'd splurged on a fancy night out, dressed up -- a sharp looking vintage suit for me; a tight, short black silk dress, fishnet stockings, and knee-high black leather boots (but no heels; heels look silly) for her -- gone out for a concert, then a meal at one of the ritziest restaurants in town. As usual, there was a lot of sexual tension between us, a lot of playful kissing and brushing up against each other, some not too subtle innuendo about what we intended to do to each other later. With her short haircut and slim build without a lot of big curves, she might not have seemed too hot to some people -- but she looked great to me. And what's more, I knew what she was like in bed, and she had a way of moving that never failed to get a rise out of me. As we lingered over our wine after the meal, I brought up the subject of this interesting computer program I'd gotten hold of.

She laughed out loud. "Oh come on, Simon" she said, "You've got to be kidding me. A modern genie in the bottle, granting unlimited wishes? Bit of a fantasy, isn't it?" She emptied her wine glass and held it out for a refill.

"I'm serious," I told her. "I knew you wouldn't believe me, because I know how incredible it sounds. But I've tried it out. On myself, I mean. And it works! It really does!"

She grinned at me. "Bullshit. But I'll play along for now. Why are you telling me? From what you've said, you could have turned me into a big-titted whore who wanted sex 24-7, or have your favourite actress in your bed and supporting you. So what's the deal?"

I grinned back and topped up her glass, along with my own. "Because, my dear, though your tits aren't very big, I like 'em just fine, and you're already up for sex as much as I am. And because, curse the luck, I actually have a conscience that won't let me fuck around with people like that. But I trust you as much as you trust me, and it occurred to me that we could have a fantastic time with this if we use it together."

She mulled that over for a minute, looking at me skeptically. I could see she still thought this was some kind of joke, maybe some way to get her to 'fess up to her fantasies or something. But I could see her nipples starting to show hard through her dress, and her tongue was slowly licking her lips like it did when she started to get aroused. Maybe she was just thinking this was another sex game, one we hadn't tried before. But whatever she was thinking, it was turning her on. Then she gave me that happy grin of hers again, drained her glass and gestured at me to do the same. "Okay. Let's go home and see this magic program."

I quickly finished my wine and rose from the table. "Anything you say, my dear. Let's be off, and I guarantee you'll be impressed."

We hailed a cab outside the restaurant. We'd left the car at home, since we both expected to be rather too drunk to drive by the end of the evening. We'd made pretty good progress on that front; I was feeling pretty tipsy, and Andrea had had as much wine as I had, so I figured she had to be pretty drunk. I was proved right after we piled into the backseat of the cab, where I found myself trying to carry on some kind of conversation with the very chatty driver while Andrea snuggled up against me, licking and kissing my cheek and neck while she slowly unzipped my pants to slip in her hand and stroke my very hard cock. She always had had a bit of an exhibitionist streak. In return, I managed to work my hand up unobtrusively under her coat to play with one of her tits and pinch her nipple a bit. She jumped when I did that, and bit my ear.

I caught the driver giving us knowing (and appreciative) looks in the mirror a few times. We gave him a good tip when he dropped us off.

We stumbled inside the house and dumped our coats on the chair by the front door. Andrea immediately pushed me up against the wall and dove in for a deep, wet, hard kiss, while her hands again fumbled at my fly. I kissed her back, pushing my tongue into her mouth to wrestle with hers, while kneading her ass cheeks through her dress. We grappled with each other for a few minutes right there in the hallway before I pulled my mouth away from hers, grabbed her searching hands away from my cock, and led her into the study, where she stood impatiently behind me while I opened my notebook and brought up Master PC. I logged in, and was prompted to enter a Subject. I entered Andrea's full name into the box and hit "Enter". An instant later, an image of Andrea -- dressed exactly as she was, black silk dress, fishnet stockings, tall black boots and all -- flashed up in the centre of the screen, rotating slowly. Her image was surrounded by tabs for menus, and sub-menus, and sub-sub menus, on anything you could think of about her: physical, mental, emotional, you name it, it was there. Down the side of the screen were listed a series of basic stats: age (35), height (5'2"), weight (123lbs), hair colour (light brown-a 91%/grey-c 9%), eye colour (grey-b), bust (30B), waist (26), hips (31), sexual preferences (hetero 73%, homo 18%, auto-erotic 9%), current state of arousal (high 78%), and so on. All I'd have had to do to find out, say, her blood alcohol content, past or current health issues, or shoe size, was to go into the appropriate sub-menu.

I smiled up at her. She was looking around for a camera; from the perspective of the picture, it should have been hovering at around head height, but there was nothing there. "So what would convince you, hmm?"

"Aren't you taking this a bit far?" she asked. "I mean, I'm into games and all, but you're taking this a bit too seriously." She leaned over to run her tongue up my neck to my ear. "Why don't we go into the bedroom, and you can fuck me silly?" she whispered temptingly.

"Still don't believe me, eh? Okay then." I turned back to the keyboard. "If that's just a regular camera that you're looking for," I continued, "then it'd be a bit hard for me to do this, wouldn't it?" I clicked a button, and the dress disappeared from Andrea's image on the screen, leaving only her fishnets, her boots, and a matching set of lacy black panties and bra. The "her" on the screen, of course, had changed position when she did, so it now showed her (without her dress) bent over with her delectable lace-clad ass pushed out and her small breasts hanging down in her bra. It looked a bit awkward and funny, actually, since where she was leaning on me in real life, the picture didn't show anything supporting her at all. "Aw! You know how I love that set. It was nice of you to wear it for me tonight."

That got her to pay a bit more attention. It also got her to wiggle her ass around for best effect when the rotating image got to the right angle.

"And whatever the deal is with the camera," I continued, "it'd be flat out impossible for me to do this, right?" A few more clicks on the appropriate dials on the notebook, and her short, tousled brown hair abruptly changed to a golden blonde colour and grew out long enough to reach down to the ground. I should have thought that one through more carefully; since she was leaning over me, I ended up with a considerable amount of her new hair in my face.

Andrea's sceptical expression changed to one of disbelief and shock as she straightened up, holding handfuls of her long hair in both hands. She turned to stare at herself in the mirror hanging on the opposite wall, speechless.

"Believe me now?" I asked mildly.

She just nodded. "This is fucking amazing." She licked her lips. Her nipples were standing out like bullets under her dress. "What else can it do?"

I turned back to the computer. "Pretty much anything you can think of," I said, typing away quickly. "For instance, let's see what happens if I type in 'Andrea finds that clothes worn anywhere on her body but her legs to be constricting and uncomfortable, and will remove any such clothes as quickly as possible', and hit 'enter'". Suiting actions to words, I was quickly rewarded with a brief gasp from Andrea, followed by her hurriedly shimmying out of her dress, undoing her bra, and slipping her panties down over her legs and kicking them across the room. This left her in nothing but her stockings and boots, which I thought looked very hot. Hey, we've all got our little foibles, right? I also clicked "undo" for her hair, returning it to its normal length and colour; I was never a big fan of long hair, or blondes.

As she caught her breath and recovered, Andrea gave me a smoking hot look, clearly appreciating the way I was looking at her near-naked body. Her nipples were standing out from her firm, small breasts in a way that I never tired of seeing, and now that her panties were out of the way, I could see distinct traces of moisture between her legs and smell the scent of her arousal drifting from her neatly trimmed pussy. She might have been in her mid-thirties, but she still looked pretty damn good. After posing for a moment, she announced that we both clearly needed fresh drinks, and sashayed out of the room to fetch some wine, swinging her hips fit to wake the dead. She came back with a tray with two fresh bottles and two glasses, which she filled quickly. Then she pulled up another chair next to me. "I can't help feeling that this has been a bit one-sided so far, lover. How about sharing?"

I pushed back my chair and swung the notebook over to her. "Of course. I told you I wanted to share this with you." I showed her how to open a fresh window in the program and entered my name into the 'Subject' box, bringing up a rotating image of my own body on the screen. You wouldn't want to do this with someone you didn't trust, I thought to myself. But I did trust her, and my hard cock testified to the anticipation I was feeling. I took a large swallow of wine as she briefly familiarised herself with the layout.

The first thing she did was even the playing field a bit. Andrea typed for a moment, and I suddenly had an overpowering feeling of being stifled by my clothes. Jumping up from my chair, I ripped them off as quickly as I could, leaving me naked as a jaybird in no time flat. She looked at me with satisfaction. "That's more like it." Her eyes dropped to my cock, which was just about at her eye level. "Well, well. Anticipating some fun, are we?" She lightly touched one finger to the tip, swirling it in the rather generous amount of precum that had accumulated there, then put her finger sexily in her mouth to suck it clean.

I just leaned forward and kissed her while slipping my hand up between her legs. She gasped, and my fingers came up wet with her juices. "No more than you are," I responded, and then licked her juices off my fingers. She tasted delicious, as always.

Our faces were only centimetres apart, and I could feel her panting breath against my lips. She kissed me hard, then pulled away and turned back to the computer, fingers tapping away at the keys.

It was the damnedest feeling. When Andrea spun her chair back around to face me, she settled lower in the chair and let her legs fall open, and I literally couldn't look away from her wet pussy, with its invitingly parted lips and aroused clit. And then the scent hit me. Her scent, I mean, the scent of her pussy juices leaking out of her slit. When that reached my nose, it was like it grabbed my face and pulled me down into her crotch. Nothing, but nothing, was more important to me at that moment then getting as close as I could to that intoxicating smell.

I went down on my knees between her legs and pushed my face up to her juicy cunt. I vaguely heard her sigh with pleasure when my tongue touched her clit, but that close up the scent was overwhelming and closed off my awareness of almost everything else except her taste and feel. And although I normally like to play around with oral sex, do some teasing, build it up slowly, this time I was driven to dive right in. I shoved Andrea's legs up over the arms of the chair to leave her pussy even more open to me and fastened my open mouth on her slit. I pushed my tongue up as far inside her as it would reach to start with, savouring the tangy flavour of her juices before pulling back to run my tongue up the length of her pussy and then concentrate my efforts on her hard little clit. As I did that, I slipped one, then two, then three fingers into her dripping hole, pressing up against her g-spot while finger-fucking her hard. Her moans quickly increased in volume, and she started squirming and thrashing about on the chair. It didn't take long before she came hard. Her whole body stiffened as she let out a series of strangled orgasmic grunts. Her hands were locked behind my head, pulling my face even tighter against her clit as pussy juices poured out over my hand.

Once she had come, the compulsion to eat her pussy eased, and after a few more licks for good measure -- I always liked the way she jumped when I ran my tongue along her slit as she came down from an orgasm -- I stood up, catching my breath and very much enjoying the way she looked sprawled out in the chair, fishnet-clad legs spread wide, boots hanging in the air, arms dangling down as she gazed blearily up at me. "This is fucking great, Simon." she said with a grin. "We're going to have so much fun!"

I grinned back and took a big drink from my wine glass as I handed her glass to her. She gulped down her wine and sat a bit further up in her chair, but her eyes had fixed on my very hard cock. Leaning forward, she wrapped her hand around it and began stroking lightly. "My turn?" she asked coyly. "Or, should I say, your turn?"

"Sounds good to me," I nodded, "but give me a moment, will you?" Without displacing her hand from my cock, I sat down in the other desk chair, pulled the notebook over to me and switched over from my profile to Andrea's. *When she hears me say the words "knock yourself out"*, (I typed) *Andrea will immediately begin deepthroating my cock, continuing until I reach orgasm, at which point she will happily swallow my cum. The taste and feel of my cum will bring her to orgasm.* I hit "enter", turned to her and said simply, "Your turn, my dear. Knock yourself out." 

Andrea's lazy, satisfied expression was suddenly replaced by one of raw need. She was out of her chair in a flash, down between my legs and taking my cock into her mouth. Sure enough, she engulfed it right down to the base in a single swoop, something she'd never managed to do before. She paused there for a minute, her nose buried in my pubic hair, lips locked around the base of my cock. Then she pulled back slowly until just the head was between her lips and began sliding up and down along its length in a regular rhythm as she ran her hands over my chest, stomach, and legs. 

It felt fantastic, even better than her usual enthusiastic blowjobs. Next time, I told myself, I should remember to give myself the ability to hold off on coming for longer, but for now I could feel that familiar boiling sensation starting in my balls all too quickly. It wasn't long before it was my turn to stiffen and groan as I shot a blast of sticky white cum down her throat. That set her off, as I had arranged, and she had another massive orgasm of her own as she swallowed my load. Once she stopped shaking and spasming, she pulled off my cock with a wet "pop" and moved up to kiss me hard, pushing her tongue deep into my mouth. I could taste my cum on her tongue and lips.

She pulled back a centimetre or two and looked me in the eye. "You know what I need now?" she asked in a very serious voice. I shook my head. "I need you to take me into the bedroom and sink your cock into my pussy as far as it'll go, that's what I need. Can you help me out with that?"

I smiled. "Love to," I answered, "but you might have to be a little patient while I recover. Not as young as I used to be, y'know."

She glanced down, then back up at my face with a cheeky grin. "Be patient? I don't think so!" She jumped up and turned to the desk -- incidentally waving her ass and pussy at my face -- and spent a few seconds typing. Sure enough, my deflating penis rather suddenly re-inflated to full attention, accompanied by a roaring surge of lust through my whole body. Before she could even straighten up from the desk, I stood up behind her, bringing my cock up between her legs to rest against her wet pussy lips as I wrapped my arms around her body under her breasts. Hoisting her into the air, I carried her uncomplainingly into the bedroom, where I rather unceremoniously tossed her face down onto the bed, to her evident enjoyment. 

I climbed onto the bed behind her, pushing her legs apart and pulling her hips up while leaving her upper body flat on the bed, arms flung out 

above her head. This left her cunt open and waiting at just the right level for my cock to slide right in, which it did in one long smooth stroke as I leaned forward over her back, my arms on either side of her body. Andrea gave a loud grunt as I entered her, and pushed back hard with her ass against me as I began fucking her hard and fast. Having cum already that night, and possibly helped along by whatever Andrea had put into Master PC, I found myself to be in no danger of shooting my load too soon, despite the fantastic feel of her warm, wet pussy around my cock. She was soon crying out incoherently as I pumped into her, demanding that I fuck her harder and treat her like the slut that she was. She (and I) had always had a liking for dirty talk with sex. I moved my hands to her wrists, to hold her in place and give myself some extra leverage, kissing and licking her cheek and ear as she lay with her head to one side on the sheets, eyes half-closed. I felt her stiffen and cum at least once before I finally felt myself approaching the point of no return, so I just went with it. I finally came in a tremendous orgasm, driving my cock in as deep as it would go as I blasted my cum into her depths. She gasped and came again too; thanks to my command in Master PC, it seemed that my cum triggered orgasms for her just as effectively in her cunt as it did in her mouth. 

After lying on top of her for several minutes while we both slowly caught our breath, I pulled my softening cock out of her and collapsed on the bed beside her. I barely had the energy to pull the blankets up over us, waiting only long enough for Andrea to finally kick off her boots. We were both asleep within minutes. 

Master PC - Trust Ch. 02



PART 2 - Andrea

I woke up before Simon did the next morning, and I lay there for quite some time thinking about the events of the night before. I had been doubtful, to say the least, when he'd told me about this amazing "Master PC" computer program that he'd gotten hold of. "It lets you do anything you want to other people or yourself", he'd said; "Mental, emotional, or physical changes, anything you can think of, it can do!" Yeah, right. I figured he was playing a game, and that we'd end up going home and pretending that we could control each other's actions and thoughts. And I admit, it was getting me pretty hot. I've always had a liking for dominant sexual partners - nothing silly and overdone, just guys (and the occasional girl) who enjoyed taking the lead in treating me like their "slut" or "whore" or "cunt", and would "make" me suck their cocks, get down on all fours for them, and so on. Nothing I didn't want to do anyway, of course, but I liked talking that way about and during sex. So I was starting to get into this fantasy about "mind control"; I could go along with that, no problem, and we'd just pretend that he'd made my boobs into double D's or whatever. 

Then we got home and he proved he was telling the truth, first by turning my hair from short and brown into very long and blonde with a few clicks on the computer and then by giving me an irresistible compulsion to undress (except for my boots and fishnets, of course; that boy was so predictable sometimes!). Well, if I'd been getting a bit hot at the idea of a game, this put me into overdrive. By the end of the evening, I'd had several mind-blowing orgasms, two of which were triggered just by Simon cumming in my mouth or pussy, thanks to Master PC and Simon's thoughtfulness. I think I could safely say that it had been a really, really good night. Although in retrospect I had maybe overdone it with my last computer-enforced instruction to Simon, which had led to him fucking me senseless in the bedroom. Good thing he'd cum eventually, because I think he would have kept going all night if he hadn't.

But that had been hours ago, and all this thinking about the fun we'd had was bringing on a familiar sensation between my legs; when I ran a finger along my slit it came up very wet. After licking it off - I always did enjoy my own taste, though it was best when I could lick it off Simon's cock - I put that hand back down, dipping two fingers into my pussy while rubbing the heel of my hand on my clit. With my other hand, I pushed the covers down to expose Simon fast asleep beside me. He was lying on his back, one arm thrown up over his head while the other dangled over the far side of the bed. His cock, I was happy to see, was already pretty hard - dreaming good dreams, I suppose - so I started stroking it with my free hand, getting it that little bit harder and longer. Simon only shifted in his sleep. 

Reluctantly removing my fingers from my pussy, I shifted around to get on my knees and took the head of his cock into my mouth. It was already covered with precum, which I greedily licked off before pushing my lips down his shaft, gripping it at the base with both hands. I quickly got into a rhythm, stroking with my hands while working my mouth up and down as far as I could. I mentally kicked myself for not grabbing my vibrator from the bedside table, because my pussy was feeling really empty right about then. But I wasn't about to stop what I was doing at that point.

Simon must have woken up at some point, because his hands came up to grasp my head as I sucked on his cock. "Oh yeah baby," he murmured, "Just like that." I redoubled my efforts, because I could tell by his grunts and the way his hips were twitching that he was close to cumming. I sealed my lips tight around his cockhead and pumped harder with both hands until I felt him shudder and stiffen. And as the first spurt of salty jizz hit the back of my throat, I was suddenly hit with a powerful orgasm of my own. Part of my mind calmly observed that I should have expected that; after all, Simon had set it up the night before that I'd orgasm when his cum hit me, but I'd really forgotten about that in the heat of the moment. Not that I was complaining! I kept on cumming until the last drops oozed out of Simon's cock into my mouth. It was only then that I could swallow it all down and move up to give Simon a good morning kiss. He gave me a lazy grin as he stroked my back. "Thinking good thoughts m'dear?" he asked.

I snuggled into him. "For some reason sex was on my mind this morning," I answered. "Can't imagine why that would be!"

"Gosh," he answered, "I've got no idea either. But somehow I've got a feeling that the whole day's going to be like that." He gave my ass a light slap. "In the meantime, I'm pretty damn hungry. How about you?"

I was pretty hungry too, so we got out of bed. Simon went to take a shower while I headed for the kitchen. That's when I discovered an unexpected side-effect of the fun the night before: I couldn't put on my dressing gown. When I tried, I was overwhelmed by a stifling feeling of suffocation, and couldn't resist the urge to take it right off again. Clearly, Simon's command was still keeping me from wearing any clothing above the legs. Note to self: unless they're self-limiting, Master PC commands just keep going until and unless specifically cancelled. Fortunately, it was a warm morning, I'm not a particularly shy person, and there was no-one else around anyway. So I just went out to the kitchen as I was to make some coffee and put on some toast, and then went into the study and canceled the leftover commands from the night before. Just a second too late it occurred to me that I should have left the command for me to cum whenever Simon came on me (and for that matter, his trigger phrase for me to deep throat him). No need to remove those - they were fun! But it was too late, and it wouldn't have been the same, somehow, if I'd put them back on myself. Part of the experience, I decided, was letting someone else do those kinds of things to you. Ah well, maybe he'd decide to replace them later. I could always hope!

I didn't cancel the command that kept Simon from wearing anything though. Why shouldn't he get to savour the experience too? I couldn't help but grin when I heard him yelp in surprise from the bathroom after finishing his shower. He came through the kitchen on the way to the study a minute later, start naked. He gave me a cheeky grin as he went by, carrying his bathrobe with him. He came back into the kitchen a moment later with his robe on, and we settled down to breakfast. As we ate, we discussed what we had here and decided on a plan of attack. Once we were done eating, we refilled our coffee mugs and moved back into the study to begin what turned out to be a most educational morning. Simon settled down with the computer, since he had more experience in using Master PC; I'd get more practice later (oh, would I!). 

For all of the sexual fun we'd had the night before, we actually started out quite prosaically, by using Master PC to make some general improvements to ourselves. Nothing really drastic for the most part: just increasing our general levels of fitness and making ourselves perfectly healthy. Let me tell you, it's amazing how many little aches and pains you accumulate just by getting older that just blend into the background of your life until you scarcely notice them. But once they were gone, well, what a difference! Simon's slight limp from an old work injury, my slightly blurry eyesight - all gone. We deliberately kept it to things that wouldn't be immediately apparent to other people. We weren't sure how we'd explain it if, for instance, Simon turned up to his next family gathering as a sudden muscle man. Fortunately, I wasn't really that into the muscle man look.

Once all that was taken care of, though, it was time to get a bit more creative. For this part, Simon and I agreed that I'd let him decide what changes should be made in me, and I'd decide what changes he should have. And more importantly, we wouldn't tell the other one what changes we were making. (Sure, some physical stuff would be obvious, but not all of it - stuff like reactions or sensitivity could be a pleasant surprise later). It was a real rush to be doing this with someone that I trusted implicitly, and who trusted me in return. I really wasn't worried that Simon would go mental and power-mad and do things that I wouldn't like. After all, he'd already had the chance to do that if he'd wanted to, right?

He started off by making me wait. He told me to strip off my dressing gown and stand in the middle of the room while he walked around me, looking at me from every angle. Without saying a word, he sat down on the couch with the computer open, and looked me up and down some more. He had a funny expression, like he was trying to keep a big grin off his face. The way he kept shifting around made me think that he had a hard cock underneath his bathrobe. Finally he nodded to himself, like he'd come to a decision, and started tapping on the computer. I just stood there, biting my lip to keep from squealing in excitement. Waiting to see what Simon would do with me, do to me, was one of the hottest things I'd ever experienced.

At first I didn't notice any change. I was already turned on, already had hard nipples, already had a damp pussy. None of that changed. What he'd done wasn't clear until he told me to come over to stand beside him. Once I'd done that, he reached up casually and cupped my right tit in his hand. And I nearly fainted. Just that simple touch felt fantastically erotic. My already considerable level of arousal abruptly shot up, to a level that I wouldn't normally reach without someone spending a good while with their tongue between my legs. 

Simon couldn't help the grin now, when he saw my reaction. "I need to test the changes, don't I?" he asked innocently. "Have to make sure I've got it right, you know." I caught my breath and nodded quickly, and almost fell over when he added his other hand onto my other breast, and then started squeezing lightly before moving his attention on to my nipples. "Don't touch yourself!" he ordered as he noticed my hands slipping down between my legs. "You'll spoil the test!"

"Yes, sir," I answered meekly, and returned my hands to my sides. I concentrated on keeping my legs from giving way under me as he explored my breasts and nipples with his hands. I could feel the dampness in my pussy increasing rapidly, along with my heart rate and hard breathing. I'd always liked his appreciation of my breasts, but this was in a whole other league! Even so, I was about to ask him if his test could include something hard between my legs when he leaned forward to take one nipple into his mouth. The feel of his tongue and teeth as he sucked as much of the tit as he could into his mouth tipped me over the edge, and I came hard, leaning on his shoulders for balance. 

When I stopped shaking and could stand up straight again, Simon was already back tapping on the computer, and another pulse of excitement ran through me. "What are you doing now?" I asked unsteadily. He just smiled and told me to wait a minute and I'd find out. Then he hit 'enter' and pulled me closer again. This time he went right for my boob with his mouth, sucking and licking on the nipple, nipping on the whole breast, while massaging the other one with his hand. My arousal level spiked hard again - it felt wild, going from 'recovering from orgasm' to 'almost cumming again' in the space of a few seconds - and I wondered what was supposed to be different this time. That became clear in another second or two. The part of my mind that wasn't totally taken up by the sensations coming from my tits noticed that I was feeling really REALLY wet between my legs. Much wetter than usual. And then I actually felt hot, wet trickles running down the inside of my thighs. I couldn't resist reaching down with one hand - Simon either didn't notice or didn't care, he was too busy with my tits - and I discovered my pussy was literally soaking wet, with juices pouring out of me. After slipping into my cunt with almost no resistance because it was so slick, my fingers came back up dripping wet. If I'd been willing to get Simon off my tits I would have wiped the juices on there for him to enjoy, but his mouth and hands felt too good to interrupt, so I licked my fingers clean myself. They seemed to taste even better than usual too, but maybe that was just my frame of mind at the time.

The extent to which Simon had played with how wet I got became really clear when he made me cum again. His mouth and one hand kept on working their magic on my tits, but his other hand moved down to my dripping cunt and without warning at least three fingers sank deep into my hole. When his thumb started working on my clit, I went over the edge again. I could hear myself grunting and moaning loudly as my whole body tensed and shook with another powerful orgasm. And I could feel a sudden gush of liquid from my pussy, soaking my legs and dripping onto the floor until (as I discovered once I came down again) it actually made a puddle on the floorboards. I shouldn't have been surprised by this. Simon had always loved it on those rare occasions that I got so wet that I dripped, so it made sense that he'd use Master PC to ensure that this would now be a regular occurrence - and I don't think I'd ever actually sprayed like that before! Fun, but it might be hard on the furniture.

"So what now?" I asked once I'd caught my breath. I knelt down in front of him and ran my hand over his very obvious erection. "Do I get to play with this now?"

I could see he was tempted, the way he pushed up against my hand. But then he moved my hand away. "Not just yet, I think," he said. "Why don't you go take a quick shower and get dressed so we can go out for a walk and get some coffee? Just throw on something casual. I'll be in to get dressed myself in a minute." He had a little smile on his face as he said all that. Reluctantly standing up, I headed to the bedroom. I saw him return to the computer as I left the room.

Once in the bedroom, I quickly grabbed a few things out of the closet to wear. I went into the bathroom and took the world's fastest shower. While I threw on some clothes on after I dried off, I could hear Simon getting dressed in the bedroom. I was a bit surprised, though, when we met in the hall and he looked me up and down before asking with a smile, "Are you sure you want to go to the café in that?"

"What do you mean?" I asked. I glanced down at my clothes. Nothing unusual really, just what I'd normally wear for a trip to the café and a walk on a weekend morning: a lightweight summer wrap-around dress, white with little roses on it, that plunged very low in the neckline. Of course, I wasn't wearing a bra underneath it - that would be silly! My breasts felt much nicer swinging free under the thin fabric, and I thought the nipples showing through was a nice touch. I had panties on though. Of course I did! Nice lacy black ones that showed through the dress's fabric in the right light. Aside from that, I just threw on a pair of sandals. "Don't you like the sandals?"

He chuckled. "No, it's all good. You look great my dear, as always. Shall we go?" 

I laughed and took him by the arm, pressing my tit up against him. "Yes indeed! Let's be off."

Our favourite café was only a short walk away, so we took our time strolling along in the warm summer morning. I was hyper-aware of my boobs jiggling under my dress with every step (it seemed more noticeable than usual today for some reason), and from his sideways glances I could tell that Simon was too. So I made sure to play it up a bit, bouncing a bit more than was strictly necessary and making sure that my nipples stayed good and hard and visible. The dress swishing around my upper thighs felt nicer than usual too, which made me glad that it was a bit of a windy day. With any luck, I might end up flashing my panties at him too. Simon wasn't the only one enjoying the view, either. I caught quite a few looks from others we passed on the street too. The men were mostly appreciative, I think, but a lot of the women seemed a bit annoyed. Not all of them though - I caught at least a few admiring glances from females as well as males. By the time we got to the café I was quite turned on again, and my panties were feeling distinctly damp. For a second I got worried that my new wetness might get out of hand while we were out, but with a moment's thought I realised that I was actually more excited than worried by the prospect.

Much as I normally enjoyed a walk and a coffee with my man, I was actually a bit annoyed that he'd decided we should go out and do that right then, instead of playing more with Master PC at home. So as we were sitting on either side of the small table at the café, I made sure to remind him of what he could be playing with at home. When my dress started to loosen a bit, I didn't tighten it again. Instead, I surreptitiously pulled the neckline a little wider and a little deeper, until I figured Simon could almost but not quite see my areolas and the nipples were almost the last thing holding the fabric together. I made sure to lean forward a lot too, to draw his attention to my breasts. And not just his attention either! As usual when I played like this (which I did a lot, of course. Didn't I?), I attracted other people's eyes too. I loved it when that happened. Feeling like half the people in the café were waiting for my tits to escape from the dress was a real turn-on.

When I wasn't leaning forward to almost-flash my boobs, I lounged back in my chair and stretched my legs out. I saw him (and others) checking them out that way, but it wasn't quite the effect I was wanting. So I hooked my foot under an extra chair and pulled it towards me, then casually rested both feet on the seat, slightly apart, with my knees up. Exactly as I'd hoped, that made my dress slide up my thighs and collect around my waist. From the right angle - Simon's, that is, and at least a couple of people sitting behind him (as I could tell from the "trying hard not to look too obviously" looks from their table) - my damp panties were easily visible. After a few minutes of this, I exaggerated the effect by casually swinging my knees apart and together again as I sipped my coffee. Another rush of excitement ran through me as I did that. I wondered just how visible the wet patch on my panties was. I was sure that it was getting bigger, that's for sure, and I could smell my own arousal in the air. Hopefully Simon could too. And even the cute guy pretending to read something on his phone. Or was he trying to take a picture? Did I mind if he was?

Finishing our coffees and croissants, Simon suggested that we move on. I reluctantly got up and let my dress fall back down over my panties, but at least my boobs were still available to show off. Even the edges of my areolas were visible now, and the hem of the fabric was pretty much literally hanging on my hard nipples. Nice effect, I happily thought to myself. I gave the cashier an eyeful while Simon paid, leaning on my elbows on the counter beside the register. 

Rather than heading right home though, Simon suggested we walk through the big park nearby first. That was a bit frustrating, but it was balanced out by the additional opportunities to show myself off a bit more while we walked. And, I reminded myself, there were a lot of secluded corners in the park, nice bits of lawn almost completely hidden in the trees. Some of them didn't get much traffic, and had distinct possibilities for some outdoor fun. Now there was a thought. Suddenly I felt more cheerful about the idea of a walk in the park.

According to plan, then, I steered Simon through the park until we arrived at a lovely little sunlit glade that was almost completely surrounded by thick trees. You could only see to a bench along the path from one narrow alley through the trees. The bench was empty, which I was actually a bit disappointed about, but I figured it would make it easier to get Simon to go along with what I planned if he wasn't feeling all shy.




Master PC - Trust Ch. 02



I had him down on the ground for some heavy kissing and petting pretty damn quick. The feel of his tongue in my mouth, his lips on mine, his hands all over my body through my thin dress had me hotter than a firecracker in a very short time. And judging by his heavy breathing and the hard cock pressing against my leg as I lay on top of him, he was in much the same state. 

Looking him in the eye the whole time, I slowly worked myself down until I was sitting on my knees between his legs. Deliberately, slowly, I unzipped and unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down a bit over his hips (which he helpfully lifted off the ground for this bit of the activity). I had never done this before - given a blowjob or had sex out in public, where I could be seen - and I was literally shaking with excitement and arousal as I freed his beautiful hard cock from his underwear. 

The first lick of his precum coated cockhead made his whole body jerk, and I devoted my attention to seriously sucking his cock. As I worked my lips and tongue over him, I could feel the wetness in my own underwear very quickly increase. Why had I never done this before? The only thing that would make it better, I thought, was if there was someone watching me as I did it.

And just as I thought that, Simon suddenly tensed a bit and put his hands on my shoulders. "Andrea," he muttered quickly, "there are a couple of people on the path out there that could see us. Maybe you should stop."

"Uh-uh," I managed over my mouthful of cock. Knowing that there was actually someone back there turned me on even more. Rather than trying to cover up or stop, I shifted position a bit to do some licking and stroking on his cock from the side. By craning my head around, I could just see the people he was talking about. They looked like a couple of university students out for a walk. Boyfriend and girlfriend judging from the way they were holding hands. And just as I set eyes on them, they clearly noticed us and stopped.

A fresh burst of pussy juice started leaking down my legs. No way was I going to stop now - they looked shocked and interested to me. Not the type who'd scream bloody murder and get you in trouble for a bit of innocent outdoor fun! Returning my attention to Simon's cock, I changed position until I was on my hands and knees - perfect position for a doggy-style fuck, I thought briefly. My hands rested on Simon's hips while I did my best to deep throat him. The wind, as I'd hoped, was in just the right position to catch my dress and blow it up onto my ass, which it did quite quickly - exposing my dripping panties to my audience.

Simon snorted a quick laugh. "They've sat down on the bench now. They're staring at your ass like it's the only thing in the world. I think they like what they see! Oh, and now she's rubbing his cock through his pants. He likes that. Are you enjoying this my dear? Sucking my cock out here in the park with some strangers watching you do it?"

Momentarily freeing his cock from my mouth, I gasped out an affirmative response before gulping it down again. I grasped it firmly with one hand and started pumping hard in time with my sucking. Enough pussyfooting around - I wanted his cum and I wanted it now! 

Needless to say by that point in the proceedings, it wasn't long until I got what I wanted. Simon grunted and groaned and stiffened, and I felt a hot salty jet of cum shoot into my mouth, followed by several more. And even though I was no longer set to cum when he came on me, the excitement of the situation pushed me over the edge too. My cry of pleasure didn't really make it past the gobs of jism in my mouth, but my pussy clenched up and shook with my orgasm, and a big gush of pussy juices poured out of me, completely soaking my panties (like they hadn't been already!) and pouring down my legs. Good thing my dress had blown up out of the way, or it would have been soaked too. 

Once Simon's cock stopped giving me more cum, and my own orgasm had subsided, I sat up with what I'm sure must have been a very self-satisfied expression on my face. My dress had fallen completely open too, leaving my tits exposed to the warm summer sun. I glanced over my shoulder, but our chance voyeurs were gone. I looked back at Simon.

"They left in a bit of a hurry after you came," he answered my unspoken question. "I have a feeling they might be looking for a room. Or maybe they were inspired to find a quiet bit of lawn themselves! They certainly looked like they enjoyed the show. And so did I!"

"Mmm, I could tell," I said, idly stroking his softening penis 

He started pulling his clothes back together, and I reluctantly did the same. Good thing it was warm; my legs would dry quickly. I stood up and offered him my hand, pulling him up and into me for a quick kiss. "We'll have to do this again sometime. Soon." 

He kissed me on the lips and then on the end of the nose, then took my hand as we started walking home. "It was fun. A bit of a surprise too. I never knew you were such an exhibitionist!" He chuckled a bit, though I didn't see anything particularly funny about what he'd said. 

"I've always been a bit of an exhibitionist, you know that!" 

"Really?" he answered. "But if that's true, why have we never tried sex in public before? You've never sucked me off like that before, in full public view. Well, where we could be seen, anyway. Not like there was actually a crowd around."

That confused me for a moment. He was right, we'd never done that before. Why was that? I walked along for a while thinking about that. "Well, obviously we've just never really had a chance before. You know, right time, right place, all that. Because obviously I've got no problem at all with showing myself off in public, do I?" I gave him a saucy grin. "You can't have already forgotten how I was sitting in the café, can you? And the distinct lack of anything beyond a single thin layer of fabric over my boobs?" I circled one nipple with my finger (which made my breath catch a bit. Damn, he really had made them more sensitive with Master PC). "Can't miss 'em really, can you?"

Simon laughed and pulled me closer to walk next to him with his arm around my waist. "No, you can't. And it's been a fun morning. But you've never done anything like this with any of your previous boyfriends either, have you?"

"No," I admitted, "but that's mostly because they just weren't up for it. They were always afraid of getting caught, or of not being able to get it up where they might be seen, or something. Except for Justin..." I trailed off with that. Justin had always been after me to dress more revealingly and to be more daring in public. He'd even tried to get me to go down on him in a cinema - more than once - or have sex with him in various secluded but still public places. Why hadn't I ever gone along with that? Something seemed kind of off about this.

"What if I told you that your exhibitionist streak doesn't go back any earlier than this morning, just before you got dressed? And that it's entirely due to me using Master PC on you?"

We walked along in silence for a minute while I digested what he was saying. It couldn't be true, could it? I mean, I knew that I'd always been like this! Still, there was the fact that I'd never actually gone out without a bra under a thin dress before, never deliberately flashed my underwear in public before, and certainly never sucked off a partner in public and cum myself from the excitement of it. And I'd seen what Master PC could do the night before, and that morning. 

"Well," I said, taking a deep breath and hugging his arm, "I'd say that that's still hard to believe. Everything in my head tells me that's not true. But if it is true - well, keep it up lover! This has been a fantastic morning. If it's all down to you using Master PC on me, I want to know what you've got in mind next! But you'll still have to prove it to me."

We were coming up to our house now, so Simon unlocked the door and ushered me in. Going straight to the study, I opened up the computer and handed it to him. A few taps on the keyboard later, and it suddenly felt like something clicked into focus in my head. Or maybe out of focus, it was hard to say. But I suddenly realised that Simon was right: I'd never behaved like that in public before because I'd never wanted to. Or possibly just because I'd never had the guts. If I was honest with myself, I'd always liked the idea. I'd come so close to doing what Justin asked a few times, but never quite convinced myself to go all the way. I sat down heavily on the couch.

I have to admit that I was fascinated by the ability of the program to completely re-make my mental state or attitudes. Simon explained that all he'd done was find the settings for things like 'inhibition', 'exhibitionism', and 'self-control' - and turn them either up or down, depending. Aside from uncontrollable urges to fuck or suck the night before, we hadn't really played with anything mental through the program, and Simon told me that he'd been a bit chicken to experiment on himself before he'd told me about it. If you screwed up your own mind somehow, how would you even know? So when he'd been playing with Master PC earlier that morning, after monkeying with - sorry, improving - my boobs and pussy, he'd suddenly thought of this as a great way to test the mental changes possible through the program. A few taps on the computers and voila! One seriously excitable, exhibitionist girlfriend! And a fun time was had by all. 

It occurred to me about then that my memories of not being an exhibitionist could have been the false ones created by Master PC and put into my head when in fact I really had always been like that. But that couldn't be true, could it? As Simon had pointed out, the facts of my past behaviour didn't support that idea. I decided that thinking about that concern too much would just give me a headache and make me stressed, so I settled on reminding myself that the whole reason Simon had told me about Master PC was that he trusted me and I trusted him. So I decided to stop worrying and just get on with having fun - and lots of it. I looked over at him tapping away on the computer with an appraising eye. It had been too long since my pussy had had any attention paid to it, and I knew how to fix that problem! Given that I realised I had no intention of closing the curtains on the window before climbing up over Simon for him to give my cunt the licking it deserved, Simon had also clearly reinstated his exhibitionism commands - the idea of people on the street seeing my face as Simon had his tongue up inside me turned me on even more.

I was just about to get up and take the computer away from Simon when his phone rang. It was his boss, calling him in to work. Goddamn, talk about bad timing! In all too short a time, I was alone in the house on a Sunday afternoon with a serious sexual itch and nobody there to scratch it for me. What was I supposed to do now?

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For a while, I was a good girl. Really, I was! I stayed away from the notebook, I did some straightening up, put in some laundry, watched an episode of Primeval, and just basically kept myself busy. But eventually, as I knew I would, I found myself sitting at the desk with the computer in front of me, staring thoughtfully at the rotating image of myself on the screen and the array of charts and menus and tabs that surrounded it. According to what Simon had said, they detailed pretty much everything there was to know about me - mentally, physically, and emotionally. More to the point, those menus made it possible to change all of those things. Fortunately, for non-technical types like myself, you didn't have to work through the menus. There was a box at the bottom of the screen for typing normal text that Master PC would convert to the actual changes - such as Simon's setting me to orgasm from his cum the night before. You didn't have to figure out weird biochemistry to make that happen; just tell the program to make it so, and it was. 

So: where to start? My fingers hovered uncertainly just above the keyboard. I realised that I was feeling both really nervous and incredibly aroused at the same time. Something small, I decided, and physical. I was a lot more leery about the mental and emotional stuff; as Simon had said, it seemed like there was a lot more potential to seriously and permanently screw things up in those areas if you did them to yourself. But physical changes, I figured that as long as I could still work the computer I could change anything back. Right? 

So I started experimenting. I swelled, I shrank, I grew taller, I got shorter, stronger, weaker, blonde, brunette, redhead, black hair, went from eighty to eighteen years old. I found that I could control it well enough to turn myself into a pretty good imitation of another person, though you probably could have seen the differences if we were actually standing side by side. The detail and control was amazing. For instance, Master PC offered a lot more in terms of playing with my tits than just cup size. Yes, I could - and did - go from pretty much flat-chested to truly massive boobs that literally rested on the desk as I sat there, but that was just the starting point. I could control firmness, position, nipple size and sensitivity and colour, skin tone and texture, muscle support, you name it. I have to admit that it was a lot of fun to finally find out what huge tits looked and felt like on me, even if I did go back to normal afterwards.

At that point I decided to chuck the overly careful approach and have some fun. I wanted to play! I wanted to feel the same kind of buzz that I had the night before when I'd given Simon an irresistible compulsion to eat me out until I came. And while that started a nice tingle between my legs, I realised that those weren't the bits that really turned me on. No, the bits that really got me going were the times when Simon had used the program on me, changing me and controlling me for his pleasure and enjoyment. Okay, my enjoyment too, yes, but that was the whole point here: I'd always enjoyed a bit of submissive play with a dominant partner, and Master PC took that to the ultimate. Not just playing at being dominated, but really doing it. I couldn't help but slip a finger into my wet pussy at that thought - by that point I was stark naked, because my clothes had just gotten in the way of the experimenting I'd been doing. My finger felt so good down there that I was tempted to keep going, but Master PC was more tempting than an orgasm just then.

As I thought about that, I noticed a number change on one side of the screen - my arousal level, according to the program, was going up. It had started on a nice moderate 36% (and what did the numbers measure, I wondered?) but was now reading 50. Interesting! Curious, I slipped a hand down between my legs to stroke gently over my clit as I tried to recall how I'd felt when Simon had taken control of me the night before, and when I'd given him a blowjob with an audience in the park - and saw the number start climbing slowly and steadily up to 61%. Nice, I decided, but not enough! Clicking on the slider, I nudged it up to 75%, and was rewarded with a wave of heat through my body, and enough moisture leaked out of my pussy that I was glad I'd thought to put a towel on the seat of the chair. It was suddenly rather difficult to think of anything much besides cocks, and pussies, and cocks in my pussy, and cum, and tits, and cum, and and and... and that was fine with me! 

As I leaned back in the chair with a finger up my snatch, I realised what I should do next. Aside from going to find Simon and fuck him hard. No, before that, something to do. And he wasn't home anyway. Right. No cock in the house. That could be a problem. Anyway. Where was I? Oh yes. If what was really getting me off here was Simon controlling me with Master PC, then maybe I should give him a bit of a push in that direction. Yes! That was what I should do next! 

You see, Simon wasn't really all that forceful a guy normally. He'd play along with my games, calling me his slut and his whore when I started if off for instance, but he rarely initiated that stuff on his own. I know he enjoyed it - he'd told me so himself often enough - but he wasn't comfortable being more assertive. A bit of searching on the computer gave me exactly what I wanted: sliders for things like 'Dominance', 'Assertiveness', and 'Sexual Confidence'. Most of them looked kind of low, so I slid them all up quite a bit. Not all the way - I didn't want to turn him into a megalomaniac asshole, now did I? - but up to maybe 60% or so, up from around 40. For good measure, I typed into the text command box that 'Simon will be confident and comfortable about his sexual fantasies and desires, and will enjoy putting them into action'. That should do it!

What else could I do to spice things up? I didn't really want to play around with myself with the program, or not much anyway - that was Simon's job. But maybe I could improve him a bit, in ways that we'd both enjoy! For instance, it had always annoyed me how guys would have one orgasm and then go soft for a while. Mind you, Simon had always been good about making sure that I got an orgasm too, on those occasions when he shot off too quickly, but still. There had to be a better way. And now there was! Simon quickly acquired the ability to have multiple orgasms and to stay hard after cumming for as long as he wanted to. 

Then I had a great idea. In addition to having made him more sexually confident and assertive, what about adding elements that weren't under his conscious control? Like making him produce more precum when he was aroused, and making the precum's scent produce arousal and suggestibility and risk-taking in women? No sooner thought than done; now if he got turned on it should automatically start to get me turned on and reduce my self-control at the same time. Fun! And with his boosted self-confidence, he'd be more likely to take the situation and make the most of it, for our mutual enjoyment. 

I felt like a kid in the biggest, coolest candy store in the universe, not sure of where to go next. What would I change about me (or Simon - won't forget him!) to enhance our sex lives? I nudged up my arousal meter a few more notches, just to help with inspiration. That made it easier to think along the right lines. My next idea Simon had already taken care of. He loved playing with my tits, but while I enjoyed it, it didn't do all that much for me. But his modifications from the morning had fixed that problem. The way my tits felt now when he licked and sucked and massaged them - or when I did the same thing, as I was with one hand at that very moment - I'd be happy to have him go for them anytime he wanted to. Pinching my nipple and pulling at my tit felt almost as good as having my clit played with.

Speaking of which, why not crank things up a bit down there too? I know I'd started off saying I didn't want to do too much to myself, but these were just basic improvements. He could add his own touches later. No sooner thought than done! Not only did I make my clit more sensitive than ever, but I told Master PC to make the inside of my pussy almost as sensitive. That'd save myself the effort of reaching down to rub my own clit when Simon's cock was inside me, right? Sliding a finger in there felt fantastic now, even when I didn't do much with it once it was there. I tried to make a mental note to try out my dildos on my new and improved cunt very soon, but I was feeling a bit hazy by that point. 

In fact, I'd reached the point of no return: I was going to cum hard and soon. No need for a dildo or vibrator or even a real cock this time. My hands would be quite sufficient, given my jazzed-up body. Pushing the chair back against the wall, I braced my feet up on the edge of the desk. I got my left hand covered in the juices running from my hole and started seriously playing with my tits: squeezing, pulling, pinching the nipples, scratching lightly with my fingernails. It felt fantastic, especially when it was added to the feeling of my other hand working my cunt hard. I had all four fingers buried inside it, pounding my slick hole as fast and hard as I could manage. My eyes were almost shut as I concentrated on the sensations going through my body, and the room was filled with the wet slapping sound of my fingers in my pussy and my increasingly loud grunts and moans. It only took a few seconds of this to push me over the edge. I froze and spasmed with my fingers jammed into my snatch up to the knuckles and my other hand grabbing hard on my left tit. Another big gush of pussy juice sprayed out of me, soaking the towel on the chair and splattering on the floor. It felt awesome. 




Master PC - Trust Ch. 02



But it seemed like I had actually sated myself for the time being. When I pulled my dripping fingers back out of my cunt, and released my boob from my own grip, I actually wasn't feeling horny anymore, for the first time that day. What I really felt was hungry and tired. A glance at the clock, and the darkness outside the window, told me that I'd successfully whiled away the whole afternoon and part of the evening with my experimenting. A quick check of my phone found a message from Simon that he'd probably be home late. Bit of a bummer, but like I said, I was actually feeling a bit wiped out by that point, and I totally forgot about the changes I'd made to Simon. I decided that a quick dinner and early bedtime was the best plan. Both of us had to go to work in the morning anyway. Fun was fun, but we still had bills to pay. There'd be time for more play with Master PC later.



Master PC - Trust Ch. 03



PART 3 – SIMON

 I got home late that night, almost midnight. Andrea, as I'd expected, was long since in bed. I looked in on her in the bedroom. She was lying on the bed in her usual sleepwear of an old t-shirt and faded pajama bottoms, with the blankets kicked off in the warm summer night. I momentarily enjoyed the sight of her cotton-covered ass in the light from the hall before moving on down the hall. I was tired, but I wanted to sit and relax a bit before going to bed, so I got myself a beer out of the fridge and settled down on the couch in the living room with the notebook on my lap. 

 Master PC was up and running of course. An image of Andrea's sleeping figure revolved slowly on the computer screen. I contemplated it as I took a sip from the beer. Interesting. Looked like she'd been playing with herself (in a manner of speaking) after I'd gone to work. Making her clit and pussy more sensitive, apparently. Well, while I was a bit miffed that she'd kept on playing without me, I approved of the change – I was strongly in favour of anything that made her enjoy having my cock or tongue or fingers inside her even more. It didn't look like she'd made any other changes that were still in effect though. At least nothing else was on the list after what I'd done to her that morning.

 I took another swig of beer and smiled. That had been fun, making Andrea a serious exhibitionist, even if I'd felt a bit uncomfortable at times during the morning. She had been totally fine with what she was doing and showing, of course – how could she not be, with Master PC making the changes? And anyway, I knew she'd fantasised about that kind of thing for ages. So had I, for that matter, but I'd still felt a bit embarrassed and nervous for her. Odd, but I didn't feel that embarrassment now as I went over the events of the morning in my mind. Maybe the fact it had gone so well had eased my discomfort, but I didn't feel like it would bother me at all anymore. She'd loved what I'd done to her, and I'd loved it too. What else do you need?

 Her revolving figure caught my eye again, positioned exactly as she was lying on the bed in the other room. Sexy, yes, sprawled out the way she was, but her outfit didn't do the look any favours. Faded old pajama bottoms that still faintly showed a pattern of cowboys and cactuses, and an old black t-shirt that was now just a non-descript grey. Now there was something that could be fixed, I thought. I felt my cock stir and start to harden as I typed in the command: 'From now on, Andrea will only wear clothing to bed that Simon will think is sexy and attractive'. I figured she knew my tastes well enough that that should do the trick. For good measure, I added in that the same rule should apply to her underwear during the day. Probably unnecessary given her current penchant for exhibitionism, but it couldn't hurt.

 Speaking of which, since she'd enjoyed her show today as much as I had, I decided to lock her exhibitionism in and make it more specific. A few minutes later and I'd fixed things so that she would always wear clothing that was as daring as she thought she could get away with for wherever she was going. In other words, she'd go a lot further for a night out than she would for work, but there'd be no shortage of nice views in either case. Her clothes would always be revealing, but they could be either tight and form-fitting, leaving very little to the imagination concerning what was underneath them, or light and wafty and prone to allowing "accidental" glimpses of her body. Exhibitionist behaviour would make her excited and aroused, and she would seek out opportunities to indulge in it. I smiled to myself in anticipation of fun times ahead, and my cock hardened a bit more. I did love watching Andrea show herself off.

 And she did love being directed, didn't she? She always had, of course, I knew that. It was one of the reasons I thought she'd be into Master PC – no more pretending to be made to suck my cock or be a slut for me. Her fantasies of being controlled and ordered could be made real. The catch, though – if I was being honest – was that while I enjoyed playing the same games, I always felt a bit awkward and uncomfortable ordering her around. It didn't come particularly naturally to me. I was still a bit surprised at how relaxed I felt now about turning on Andrea's exhibitionism that morning. And I didn't feel at all uncomfortable about making sure that she'd be showing off her body in public from now on.

 It was only then that it occurred to me: I had the perfect solution to my problems sitting right there in front of me. I'd been nervous about playing with mental stuff on myself when I'd first gotten Master PC, but surely I had a handle on how it worked now. And besides, what could go wrong if I just nudged up my self-confidence levels a bit, made myself a bit more forceful? Entering my own name into the program brought up my image on the screen – and there were the parameters I wanted to change, right there down the side. The numbers were actually a bit higher than I'd expected to see, up around 60% for things like 'Dominance', 'Assertiveness', 'Sexual Confidence', but what did I know about how the program evaluated stuff like that? Setting aside a nagging feeling that something looked a bit different than the last time I'd looked at my own entry in Master PC, I took another big drink of beer and nudged them all up a little. If my normal self was rated 60%, I reasoned, putting them up to 75% should improve things but not make too radical a change. I didn't really feel any different after entering the changes. I supposed that was to be expected – but just wait until the next time she looked up from sucking my cock and asked if she was my good little slut!

 Finishing off my beer, I told my semi-hard cock to take five and headed for the bathroom, where I stripped down and had a quick shower. It was late, and I was tired. But unfortunately for my intentions of sleep, when I got to the bedroom I discovered that Andrea had changed out of her threadbare old pajamas and into something, well, more appealing. More appealing to me, that is – exactly as I'd instructed her to do with Master PC, but I hadn't expected it to work while she was sleeping! So instead of her decidedly non-sexy pjs, she was wearing s tight-fitting grey silk nightie that fell to about mid-thigh – one of my favourites on her. Fell to about mid-thigh, I should say, when she was standing; lying as she was now, on her back with one leg bent, it had slipped high enough to expose her neatly trimmed pussy. 

 Well, didn't that just get my cock back to full strength? I couldn't help but start stroking it, standing there looking at down at her in the dim streetlight filtering in through the curtains. Her breasts were slowly rising and falling with her breathing, and her lips were slightly parted, almost smiling in her sleep. She looked very sexy. I must have been pretty turned on, because it only took a few seconds before I'd produced so much precum that my cock and hand were coated, and it was actually dripping onto the floor. The smell of it just made me even more aroused somehow, and I moved closer to Andrea. Breathing a bit harder, I kept stroking myself to keep the flow going, positioning myself so that it fell right between her parted legs. In almost no time, her short pussy hair glistened with my precum, and it had coated her clit and was dripping down along her lips. 

 Maybe it was just my imagination, but I swear I could see her pussy respond to my juice; her pussy lips swelling up and opening, her clit growing more prominent. I'm damn sure that it was soon running with its own juices, added their moisture to my precum, and adding their delicious scent to the air in the bedroom. Once her tight little cunt was thoroughly wet down and aroused, I moved up her body. My moving cock drizzled a rain of precum along her silk nighty as I moved, and I liked the way it looked so much that I paused to leave a good deposit over each of her nipples, which also hardened and lengthened in response. 

 I was about to move further up and start coating her face when I heard sounds coming from the house next door. They weren't really that loud, but in the midnight quiet – no noise but my own wet stroking – I could clearly hear murmuring voices and passionate moans emanating from their dimly lit bedroom window, just a few meters away from ours. They were clearly having a good time, and it provided a new spur to my imagination – and brought a few new spurts of precum from my cock. I made sure they landed on Andrea's lips, and was rewarded with the sight of her tongue coming out to lick them clean. She sighed in her sleep, and one of her hands dropped down to rub at her pussy while I thought about this new development.

 I wouldn't say we knew them well, but John and Simone had lived next to us for a couple of years now, and we were certainly at the stage where we'd regularly say hello and chat when we ran into each other. They were a bit older than us, maybe around forty or so, but they kept themselves in good shape. John still played soccer regularly and did a lot of running, while Simone was into swimming and yoga. I was pretty sure that I'd seen Andrea checking John out sometimes, and I can't deny that I thought Simone was a very attractive woman. She was taller than Andrea, had much larger breasts that were exaggerated a bit by her overall level of fitness, and her legs were fantastic.

 As I stood there stroking my cock over my sleeping girlfriend, listening to John and Simone go at it next door, I couldn't help but wonder what exactly they were doing. What position were they in? Classic old missionary, with her legs around his waist as he pumped into her? Or maybe doggy-style, leaving her big boobs swinging with the rhythm of their fucking? I was pretty sure they weren't sixty-nining, because her voice was not at all muffled as it would be if she had a cock in her mouth. This was adding a great new dimension to the moment; I'd always loved hearing people making love, and it sounded like they were having a good go at it tonight.

 I couldn't resist. Yes, that's right – I had to use Master PC. What can I say? I really wanted to see John and Simone fucking, and I just couldn't see any good reason not to indulge my fantasy. Nobody but me would be able to see them (their bedroom window wasn't really visible to anyone else), and I certainly wouldn't think any less of them for a little public display of affection, would I? After all, I myself had received a blowjob in full public view only that afternoon! Wiping my cock mostly dry on Andrea's nighty (so as not to waste the precum, or leave a trail on the floor), I ducked into the other room and grabbed the laptop.

 Making excuses? Probably. But I still went ahead, and it felt good to do it. So I quickly entered John and Simone's names into Master PC and started typing. In very short order, they were feeling like their bedroom was so stuffy that they needed to open the curtains and open the window, which would then get them excited about continuing the fun where they could be seen. And since my fantasy here didn't involve watching through a chink in the curtains, they would not be in the least disturbed or bothered by seeing me, and in fact would get even more turned on by the knowledge that I was watching them and that they could see me. I was feeling so confident in Master PC by this point that I just pulled the curtains wide, giving me a clear view of their bedroom window, and then moved back to continue my masturbation over Andrea. By this time her face was mostly coated in my precum and it was pooling in the hollow of her throat. She was moaning in her sleep, and both hands were now working between her legs. Every now and then I ran my cock over her lips and searching tongue.

 Sure enough, Master PC delivered. The rhythmic moaning stopped and was replaced by a soft, quick conversation. It took only a minute for their bedroom curtains to part and reveal Simone completely unselfconsciously framed in the window. It was the first time I'd seen her breasts naked, and it was well worth the wait: they were natural and big and heavy and full, topped by big hard nipples and broad areolae. They were displayed magnificently by her pose, with her arms raised high to push apart the curtains. In the dim light of their bedside lamp, I could even see what looked like a carefully trimmed blonde patch between her legs. 

 After pushing the window wide open, Simone leaned over and braced herself on the sill, spreading her legs apart in what must have been a lovely view for John. 'Come on,' she called softly over her shoulder, 'what are you waiting for?' Whatever John said in response made her laugh softly and wiggle her ass at him. He joined her at the window a moment later, running one hand slowly over her right ass-cheek and then smacking her lightly on the left, making her squeal. Positioning himself behind her, John lined his cock up with Simone's pussy and leaned over her to cup her heavy hanging tits in his hands as he slid very slowly inside her. 

 The look on her face was just beautiful: eyes almost closed, mouth open to draw in a deep breath, clearly enjoying every inch of her husband's cock, and his hands on her boobs. She pushed her ass back tight against him, holding him in tight and deep for a moment before he moved his hands to her hips and began a slow, rhythmic pumping into her. I felt my cock twitch in my hand at the sight, and for a moment I was worried that I'd shoot off too soon to enjoy the whole show. Another spurt of precum added to the slick mess on Andrea's face. This was finally enough to wake her up. It was interesting and kind of funny to watch: she went from sleepy confusion to shock to arousal and excitement in about two seconds when she opened her eyes to see my cock hovering over her face. Not saying a word, she propped herself up on one elbow and replaced my hand on my cock with her own as she sucked it into her mouth. I could feel her throat work as she swallowed the copious amounts of fluid running constantly from my tool. I don't think she noticed the open curtains at all, and I didn't bother to draw her attention to it. Why would I want to distract her from the lovely blowjob she was giving me? To return the favour, my slick hand slipped down between her legs, sliding three fingers deep into her cunt with ease. She grunted and pushed her hips against me as I began finger-fucking her.

 As I enjoyed the attentions of my girlfriend, it took a few minutes for our neighbours to take any notice of us at all. To start with, both of them had their eyes closed, totally focused inwardly on the sensations of their sensuous fucking. Simone noticed me first, her eyes cracking open for a second as she received a particularly deep thrust. They almost closed again before she registered what she was seeing. Then they opened wide, staring directly at Andrea working my hard cock before moving up to look me in the eye. I gave her a lazy smile and slipped another finger inside Andrea, making her jerk and squirm again. Her mouth felt like a vacuum on my cock. Still gasping in time to John's thrusts, a big smile spread across Simone's face as she watched us. She blew me a wet kiss before returning her attention to the cock in her cunt. Her grunting and moaning, however, grew noticeably louder.

 John became aware of me watching a few moments later, when he adjusted his stance and glanced up from his girlfriend's ass for a moment. He also gave me a big grin, slapped Simone resoundingly on the ass – drawing a much louder than usual squeal from her – and picked up his pace a bit. The effect this had on Simone's swinging tits was very rewarding, and her noisy response finally attracted Andrea's attention. Keeping my cock in her hand, she pulled her mouth away so she could face the window. She must have liked what she saw: her stroking got faster and tighter, and I could feel her cunt spasm around my fingers and leak even more of her sweet-smelling juices. She flashed me a disappointed look when I pulled those fingers out, but got over it quickly when I pulled her up onto her knees and flipped her nightie up to expose her ass. Getting the idea, she settled herself in a position where she could watch John and Simone going at it while I slid my cock into her and got a rhythm of our own going. She was so wet that I just slipped right in, until my body was pressed up tight against her cute little ass. I held myself there for a long moment, just enjoying the feeling of being inside her, then grasped her hips firmly in my hands and started to fuck her, slow but deep. Andrea's growing moans were soon competing with Simone's. They sounded lovely together!

 John and Simone both had their eyes fixed on us, and I could see their pace pick up as Andrea and I got into our own rhythm. For a few minutes we all just kept going: no talking, no coherent thinking, just pleasure. My world seemed to narrow down to my cock in Andrea's dripping cunt, my legs slapping against her ass, her and Simone's grunts and groans in my ears, and my eyes locked on the couple in the next house, drinking in the sight of Simone being thoroughly fucked by her husband only a few meters away from me.

 In what seemed like not time at all, our newly-exhibitionist neighbours reached the point of no return. They had been going at it longer than Andrea and I, and I had boosted their excitement level with Master PC, so I guess it was kind of inevitable. And it was awesome to watch. Simone moved one hand down between her legs to rub on her clit as John pumped into her from behind. He had his hands clamped hard on her hips, holding her firmly to give himself that extra bit of leverage and depth. Her big boobs were swinging wildly and her eyes were half-closed, completely lost in the moment. I thought she was gorgeous – an opinion that was only reinforced when she suddenly stiffened and let out a long wailing cry as she came. That set John off, and I saw him push up tight against her soft ass as he pumped his cum deep into her pussy. 

 That almost pushed me over the edge, but I managed to hold off my impending orgasm until they finished. Andrea was gasping wildly, pushing her pussy back to meet every stroke of my cock as hard as she could. She was so wet that I could feel her juices running down my legs. I heard her moan a long drawn-out 'yesss' as she watched John pull out of Simone as she straightened up. Then Simone put one foot up on their windowsill to show us her freshly-fucked cunt, complete with a long string of pearly white semen dripping out of it and down her leg. That did it for me. I rammed my cock as deep inside Andrea as it would go and held tight to her hips as I shot a huge load into my girlfriend's pussy. She shook and cried out, and I felt her cunt tighten around my spurting cock as she came too. I felt completely drained.

 When I recovered my senses, John and Simone were still standing in the window watching us. He was pressed up close behind her, one hand cupping and caressing a breast while the other played gently with her sticky, matted hair that framed her pussy. She had her arms up and around John's neck, displaying her breasts to their best advantage. My slowly softening cock was still buried in Andrea's pussy, while she lay with her head down on the covers, arms flung wide, breathing hard. They didn't say anything, but they had huge smiles on their faces. They waved, and Simone blew us a kiss, then moved back and closed their window and curtain. My glistening wet cock popped out of Andrea's pussy, releasing a gush of her juices mixed with my cum from her sweet hole that ran down her legs and soaked the sheets. She groaned again, but didn't move.

 I reluctantly decided that it was time to clean up and go to sleep. But even as I went to get some clean sheets, my mind was playing with the possibilities of Master PC. I had enjoyed playing with our neighbours – in several senses of the word – and I couldn't help but think about future possibilities. But in the meantime, we didn't want to start the work week overtired, did we? It was time to get back to the real world for a while – even if it was a real world with a new and improved, exhibitionist Andrea in it. I had to admit, at least to myself, that I was looking forward to seeing how her work week went. I had a feeling it would be an interesting one. And I always had the option of spicing it up a bit if it wasn't living up to expectations, didn't I?