11 comments/ 96183 views/ 47 favorites Master PC: Jim's Adventures By: mstrhole It started with a Mont Blanc ™ pen. Jim couldn't find it. It was one of his most cherished possessions -- a gift from a close friend. That explains why the overweight-50-something-businessman was crawling around on the carpet of his hotel room in downtown Madison, Wisconsin. He lifted the bed skirt. There it was. There was also a CD case. Jim retrieved both and heaved himself back to his feet, not an easy task for one of his girth, and went over to the desk. Sitting down, he put the pen in the inside breast pocket of his suit jacket. Then he took a look at the CD case and more importantly, what was in it. For all intents and purposes it appeared to be a blank CD. "Only one way to find out what's on it," Jim said to himself. Opening the case Jim removed the CDROM disc and loaded it into the CD/DVD drive of his laptop. He ran a virus scan to make sure it was safe. Then he opened it and found an executable file. He clicked on it. The drive spun for a few seconds and then words appeared on the screen. "Welcome to Master PC. Click enter to install." "No way. This is impossible. That's just a story." "What the hell," he said to himself, and then went ahead and ran the install program. When the install finished another message flashed on the screen. "Welcome to the Master Command Center... where the Master allows you to become a virtual god to the people around you... Now, you possess the power to bend their reality to your specifications. You are the Master's representative." He'd seen these words before; years before. There was a story floating around the 'net -- a whole series of stories actually -- about the Master PC program. Until now, Jim had thought these stories were just some harmless mind control erotica -- adolescent fantasies about women with enormous breasts who craved non-stop sex, mainly with geeks. Jim looked at his watch. He had an hour before he needed to leave for his meeting. There were some things that he had planned on doing during that hour, but he decided to skip them and see what this program could do instead. Could fiction be fact after all? Calling up the command screen Jim filled in the name window with his own name. Instantly a 3-d image appeared on his screen -- it was his own image in an olive green double breasted suit, white shirt, and bronze colored tie with matching pocket square -- rotating slowly. A menu popped up giving him a range of options. The software was fairly intuitive. "Hmmm...how do I test this to see if it's real? I wonder..." The only idea that occurred to him was one that, on the surface, seemed rather juvenile, but, it was a quick way to see if the program worked or not. "In for a penny," he laughed nervously. He typed in a command to give himself a slightly larger penis. He made the change just significant enough for him to notice. When he hit the return key, he instantly felt a tingle in his groin. Standing up, he dropped his pants and pulled out the front of his underwear. "Holy shit! It worked!" His cock was visibly longer and thicker. His test had worked. His heart beat increased and his breathing became suddenly shallow as he considered the implications of his discovery. He did up his pants sat back down and gave some thought to what he would do next. First, he went through an inventory of his physical ailments -- at 56 there were a number of them -- and changed things that wouldn't be immediately noticeable from the outside. He repaired his blood chemistry, gave himself the internal organs of a healthy 14 year old, fixed his eye sight (he'd have to get clear plastic lenses put into his frames for a while), thickened his hair a bit without getting rid of the gray, and made a few other minor modifications to tendons, joints, ligaments, and cartilage. Over time, he'd reduce his weight, of course, but not all at once. Most importantly, he added 50 points to an already fairly high I.Q. and gave himself access to more of his brain for processing information. After that, he copied the entire contents of the CDROM onto his laptop, took out several blank CD's on which he made password encrypted copies of the disc, and then he considered his next move. While he was considering, he absently gave himself some serious IT skills, improved his overall strength and reflexes, gave himself the martial arts skills of Bruce Lee, and made significant improvements in his agility and speed. He tweaked his brain chemistry a little bit to eliminate his depression and give himself a happier outlook on life. Meanwhile, the rest of his brain had been mulling over the question of what to do next and had come to the conclusion that he needed to get home as fast as possible in order to take advantage of his discovery. He typed in the name of his boss and made a few adjustments. For one thing, he was going to be letting Jim out of today's meeting for undisclosed reasons. A quick phone call from his boss excused him from the meeting. Then, he packed all his things, loaded his car, and checked out. On the drive home he began to make mental lists of the things he needed to do when he got back. For one thing, he was going to re-read every Master PC story he could find to see if there were any ideas he could use or things he should avoid. Most of the Master PC stories had an adolescent sexual bent that had amused him. At 56, he thought he might be a bit long in the tooth for a whole lot of sexual exploitation. That did not mean, however, that he would skip the opportunity to improve his sex life. He seemed to recall that the range of the Master PC program was about a hundred miles, meaning that he could only affect people who were within that range. That was a complication but not an overly large one. There was a woman in Colorado he knew who had some health problems. He intended to travel there at his earliest convenience to fix them. His children each had some health issues of their own, and he'd deal with that as well. By not stopping, he was able to make it home in near record time. He was not expected back until late in the evening, so he stopped at his favorite cafe, chose a seat where his laptop screen would be invisible to others, started the Master PC program and went to work. It was a matter of a few moments for him to input his wishes for various family members. After making sure his children were in perfect health mentally and physically, he began to make adjustments to his wife. For one thing, he reinforced her aversion to using computers, except at her job. He also adjusted her mental outlook so that she would never be curious about anything he did or suspicious of any odd activity he might engage in. Physically, he improved her condition, put her on a strict diet, and gave her the desire to work out at least one hour every day. He adjusted her outlook toward sex as well -- she would be horny whenever he wanted sex and would not bug him about it when he was not in the mood. In fact, her sex drive would be turned on and off at his command and she would have no curiosity about any sexual activities he might have outside of their relationship. She'd be healthy and happy, content to pay the bills on time, entertain when he wished it, and enjoy her children, grand children, and friends. She would enjoy watching pornography with him if he wished it, but would not seek it on her own. She would be completely oblivious when it came to interpreting clues as to his outside interests, and very attentive to his sexual needs. She would find fulfillment in any sexual activity he suggested. She would love giving him head, would ask him for anal intercourse, and find it easy to climax. Then, he went back to his own image and began to make some further alterations. First, he gave himself a high metabolic rate. Then, he programmed in a series of physical changes that would take place over the next 6 months. He would lose about 140 pounds and at the same time sculpt his body so that he could walk any beach in the world and not worry about how he looked. He also programmed some adjustments to his skin color which would eventually result in his having a permanent tan -- not too dark, but nice and even all over his body. His hair would grow back and its natural color would return. He was prepared to be patient. He knew that sudden changes would be noticed and commented upon. He did not want that. Of course people would notice that he was losing weight, but as almost everyone was trying to do that these days, mostly they would ask him how he'd done it. That was easy. "OK, now for some fun," he thought to himself as he sipped his coffee. The waitress who'd been serving him was really cute. She reminded him a little bit of porn star Leah Livingston: pouty lips, cute dimples, big tits, and a nice ass. His final command to himself was to grow a bigger cock. Eight inches ought to do it, he thought as he hit the enter key one more time. Her name was Cheri Langston and he called it up on the screen. She would suddenly be filled with the desire to have sex with the fat old man in the corner. She was going to invite him back to her apartment after her shift, which was just ending, and she was going to do whatever he wanted. Everywhere he touched her would make her feel good and she would orgasm on his command. She would not remember the encounter when he left her, but would always be nice to him. He also gave her a command word (undulate) that would trigger her desire for him in the future as well as put her into a trance state which would allow him to give her instructions which she would carry out as if they were her own ideas. While he was at it, he gave her breasts a minor boost, made her nipples very sensitive, and, grinning like a schoolboy, he made her clitoris more prominent and added a bit more sensitivity there as well. "More coffee sir?" "No, Cheri, I think I'm about done. Just get me my check please. Thanks." "OK," Cheri said, an odd sensation forming in the pit of her stomach. She'd seen this guy in the café before. Old and fat -- definitely not her type -- but he was always polite and tipped well so she flirted with him and made sure he got the best service. Today, though, she felt different. She suddenly wanted him. In fact, the urge was strong enough that she was actually thinking of inviting him back to her place after her shift, which ended in five minutes. Cheri added up his check and brought it over to his table. He handed her a credit card and she went back to the register to run it. By the time she brought the credit card and slip back to his table the desire to fuck this man had grown overwhelming. "Jim," she said, "I get off in five minutes. You've always been real nice to me and I'd like to do something real nice for you as well. Would you mind coming over to my apartment?" "Cheri, I think that's a great idea. I'll be in my car out front and I'll follow you." "OK, I'll be in a bronze colored Vibe." "I'm sure I'll notice it." Jim signed his slip, put it together with a five dollar bill for a tip, and handed it to Cheri. Then he put his laptop back in its bag, put on his coat, and walked out of the café. Fifteen minutes later, he was following the sexy waitress up the stairs to her apartment, watching her ass all the way. He knew he'd have to be careful about indulging his whims with the program, but it would be a dull life if he couldn't have any fun. The pair entered the apartment. Jim closed and locked the door behind him. Cheri was already struggling to get out of her uniform. Jim decided on a test. "Cheri, please cum for me." "OH GOD!" Cheri nearly fell over from the force of the orgasm that suddenly struck without warning. Her entire being was consumed with pleasure as wave after wave of intense sexual satisfaction coursed through her nervous system. "Stop cumming." As suddenly as the climax had come upon her, it disappeared just as quickly, leaving her gasping and shaking; wondering what the hell had just happened. "Let's take a shower, shall we, Cheri?" "OK." "Strip first, dear." "OK." Cheri finished removing her clothing and then stood before Jim, naked and aroused. Her pussy was drooling and every inch of her flesh tingled with desire. She was trembling with lust. Jim had begun to disrobe as well. Cheri could not wait for him to finish and she began to help him get naked. Ordinarily the sight of someone as obese as Jim would have repelled her. Now, she didn't even notice his body shape. He was smiling as she pulled down his pants and discovered the significant bulge in his boxer briefs. "Oh my god...it's huge," Cheri gasped as she pulled the briefs over Jim's newly massive erection. Eight inches long and thick -- it was a massive slab of sex meat. "Suck it." Cheri did her best but she could barely stretch her lips around the head. Squealing with frustration she tried forcing more of his massive cock into her mouth and finally got about two inches past her lips. She worked her tongue around it as best she could but it was not going to work. She had both hands around Jim's fleshy torpedo, jacking it as best she could. He wasn't interested in a blow job however, so he pulled Cheri's face off his cock and then pulled her to her feet. "Shower. Now." She led him down a hallway to her bathroom and turned on the shower as she stepped into it. Jim Followed. The warm water sprayed over both of them. Cheri grabbed her bottle of shower gel and poured a generous amount into her hands. She began soaping Jim's body and then rubbing herself against him. His massive cock poked into her upper abdomen and she grabbed it in both soapy hands, stroking it furiously. "Easy Cheri ... take it easy," Jim said as he pried her hands loose from his soapy cock. He filled his hands with soap suds and began covering Cheri's C-cup tits with bubbles, enjoying the feel of the firm yet pliant flesh beneath his hands, the large nipples swollen with desire. Cheri moaned as his touch enflamed her further; taking her to the edge of climax but not past that point. She never recalled her nipples being this sensitive before. Just the feel of Jim's palms on her nubbins was driving her crazy. Jim ran a soapy hand down her belly to cup her sex; his middle finger sliding between the lips to the wet treasure cave they guarded. There it was -- her newly enhanced clitoris. She gasped as he manipulated it with his fingers. Cheri's moans were becoming pitiful now. "Wash me. Then we will fuck." Wordlessly, Cheri began washing Jim's corpulent body leaving not one inch of skin untouched. Then, Jim did the same for her. They rinsed off, stepped out of the shower and dried themselves. "Bedroom. Now." Cheri practically ran down the hall to her room, Jim following as best he could. He got to her room to find her on all fours on her bed, her pert backside pointing directly at him framing her pussy perfectly and giving a target for his truncheon of a cock. He fisted it, squeezing out a drop of fluid to the tip as he stepped toward the young waitress who was about to sample the power of the Master PC program. Jim was tempted to just get up behind the young blond waitress and plunge his cock into her, but he could not resist taking a taste of that sweet looking poontang first. Gripping her ass cheeks in both hands, he pulled them apart fully exposing the valley of her sex, her asshole winking in time with the inner clenching of her sex muscles. She reminded him of how the mares had looked on his father's horse ranch when they were trying to attract the attention of the stud, their big horsey cunts drooling and winking. He put his face right up to her ass and breathed deeply, taking in the smell of her moist valley of venus. And then he began to lick. Like a big dog, he ran the flat of his tongue all the way from the top of her cunt crack back to the very top of her ass crack and back the other way. Cheri pushed her ass back against his face crying out in delight as his tongue began to worm its way into every fold and crevice between her legs. She was on a freight train to climaxville but she wouldn't arrive until Jim gave her permission. Cheri's pussy cream was potent as the nectar of the gods and Jim was licking up as much of it as he could. He paid special attention to the knot of nerves and flesh at the apex of her sex, thrumming his tongue across the engorged bump again and again causing Cheri to repeatedly cry out with pleasure and a growing amount of frustration that she hadn't cum yet. Jim even licked Cheri's puckered brown eye -- something he'd never done in his entire life -- and smiled as she gasped when his tongue touched her in that forbidden place. With his new mental capacity Jim was able to make a note to revisit Cheri's anal sphincter with the Master PC program and make it extra sensitive to stimulation. He decided to make Cheri his test model for Master PC manipulation just to see how far he could take things. She would not be any the worse for his adjustments -- he would make sure of that -- and he would also make sure that she got a better job. There might be an opening at his company that she could qualify for. This digression took far less time to process than it has taken to type these words, of course, and having sampled her pussy and booty with his lips and tongue, Jim decided it was time for her to experience his enhanced manhood. "Cheri, would you like me to fuck you now?" "Oh...God...yessss...please fuck me," Cheri hissed between clenched teeth as her whole body responded to his voice. Jim knelt on the bed behind Cheri and began to rub the large mushroom shaped head of his cock between the crenellated petals of her pussy. There was no question about her being lubricated enough to take him in. Cheri's entire crack was shiny with pussy dew and saliva. Looking at it fanned the flames of Jim's lust to a conflagration. Cheri's whole body was shaking with anticipation as Jim continued to tease her. He was also covering the head of his cock with her slippery lubricant preparatory to pushing it inside her. With a grunt Jim began to force his thick cock into Cheri's tight twat. She groaned as the relentless pressure threatened to split her in two. Like a battering ram, Jim's big dick gained ground a quarter inch at a time, gradually forcing its way into the velvet insides of Cheri's hot cunt. She was moaning continuously now in pleasure and in some discomfort as it almost felt as though she was being deflowered for a second time. Cheri had experienced sex on a number of occasions but had never experienced anything like this. Her whole body was on fire. She ached to engulf the powerful shaft seeking entry to her feminine portal with all of her being. She felt as though her life depended on it. And so she pushed back against the thick intruder trying to aid its conquest of her tight little pussy. Jim was patient but implacable. Again and again he pushed his shaft forward between Cheri's pussy lips. Inch by inch he began to make headway until the entire head and first third of the shaft were entirely inside. Now his strokes were longer and more powerful as he pummeled Cheri's sex with his cock. At last with a mighty push he felt himself slide home. His belly smacked up against Cheri's ass and his balls felt the tickle of her pubic fur. "Cum, Cheri," he whispered. She exploded. Her cunt muscles clamped down almost painfully on Jim's cock. He made no attempt to move, but held himself still while the subject of his first sexual experiment with the Master PC software wailed through one climax after another. Wave after wave of contractions rippled through Cheri's vaginal muscles, milking Jim's massive meatpop bringing him intense pleasure. He leaned over the sexy waitress and reached around to grab her big natural tits kneading them like bread dough and tweaking the super sensitive nipples. Cheri squealed and moaned as her climax went on and on. She had never experienced pleasure this intense in her life. Master PC: Jim's Adventures "Stop cumming, Cheri," he whispered again. Jim began to slide his big dick fully in and out of Cheri's streaming pussy hole and the pleasure she felt from the friction was driving her close to another orgasm within moments. It was unbelievable that this corpulent corporate drone could be bringing her this much pleasure. Jim gave her time to catch her breath, enjoying the liquid tightness of her sheath as his cock stretched it open, and then he flipped her over, pushed her legs back to her shoulders, buried himself in her pussy hole once more, and ordered her to cum again. "Oh my GOOOOOODDDDDDDD!" she screamed. It wasn't a loud scream because her position didn't allow her enough breath to supply the volume commensurate with the pleasure she was experiencing. Jim was pile driving his cock in and out of Cheri's trembling, clutching, sex flesh and in spite of the controls he'd built into his own sexual skill set, he could feel his climax nearing the point of inevitability. Sensing that his partner was at the end of her endurance, Jim let himself go. With one last hard thrust, he jammed his cock as far as it would go into Cheri's cunt and released a torrent of seminal fluid into her sex pit. Blast after blast of hot sticky semen poured out of his cock with a force that Cheri could actually feel. Her orgasm continued as Jim came. And came. And came. Finally, his reservoir of cum depleted for the moment, Jim pulled his semi-hard cock out of the now gaping pussy hole that had been so tight before he ploughed it, and flopped onto his back next to her on the bed. He ordered Cheri to stop cumming, and to clean his cock with her mouth. Cheri eagerly dove between Jim's legs and began licking their combined juices from his cock and balls until she got every last drop. When she was finished, the snuggled up to Jim's massive body and sighed contentedly, feeling his huge load leaking out of her newly stretched vagina. She was spent but completely satisfied in a way that no man had ever satisfied her before. Looking at his watch, Jim realized that he would need to leave soon in order to get home at the appropriate time. He kissed Cheri on the lips and reinforced his earlier Master PC command for her to forget all about the encounter except that Jim was a very nice man to whom she should always be kind and a little flirty. When she heard him, and only him, say the word "undulate" she would once again become his little fuck toy. Jim got back into his corporate uniform tied his tie, put on his suit coat, grabbed his overcoat, and walked out the door. Fortunately there was no one in the hallway and no one on the street to see him leave. He quickly walked to his car and headed home. Jim's wife Susan greeted him affectionately when he walked into his house -- completely failing to notice that he reeked of sweat, pussy juice, and semen. She kissed him on the cheek, gave him a hug, and announced that the meatloaf (his favorite) was about ready to come out of the oven. After dinner, they did the dishes together and she asked him all about his trip. He told her, leaving out the most important part, and they chatted amiably for a while as they cleaned up the kitchen. Susan took off her apron poured a cup of coffee and sat down in the living room with the latest edition of People Magazine. Jim went to his office and fired up the desktop. When it had finished its startup routine he took out one of the disks he had made and installed the Master PC software on his home computer. "Let's see," he mused, "what shall I do now?" Jim sat for a while in silent contemplation as he considered the day's events. He'd found the disk that morning and since then he'd had quite a day, repairing his health, driving 300 miles, bopping Cheri the waitress, and making adjustments to his family. His assistant was almost his age and had been with him for years. He'd never contemplated a sexual relationship with her before and he wasn't thinking of starting one now. He did make a few adjustments to her health, took away her addiction to nicotine (in fact, smoking a cigarette would make her nauseous from now on), and firmed up her figure a bit -- her husband would like that. And, most importantly, he caused her to start thinking about retirement. Her husband was about to retire. It would be good timing. His next assistant would be a lot younger, better looking, and most of all, would want to service his every sexual need. Since he'd given himself a much stronger libido that was going to take some doing. Perhaps Cheri could fill that role. Jim closed the Master PC program, put his computer into stand by mode and went to the kitchen where he grabbed the trash to take it out to the garage where their big, rolling, garbage can was located. The next morning was "garbage day" and he needed to move his trash can out into the alley behind the garage for pickup. As he performed this domestic chore his mind was still on the miraculous software he'd discovered in his hotel room that very morning -- had it really been this morning? He thought about what his next move should be. "Hi, Jim!" Jim turned at the sound of the feminine voice. "Oh, hello Samantha," he said. "I thought you were out of town, and its Sam, remember?" Samantha said. "Sorry...Sam. I Just got back. How come you're taking out the trash? Doesn't Dave usually do that?" "He's out of town, so I get the duty." "Gotcha." Samantha was his next door neighbor. Jim wouldn't say that Sam and Dave were close friends -- they'd only moved there a few months ago -- but they were friendly. They'd gotten together for dinner a few times but that was all. He assumed that when summer arrived they'd probably do some back yard barbeques or something, just like they did with their other neighbors. Jim watched as Samantha bent over to pick up a piece of trash that had been tossed into the alley by a passer by. He'd always thought Sam was a very good looking woman, but as she bent over he realized that she had a spectacular ass, and the yoga pants she was wearing accentuated the shapeliness of her long legs. It suddenly hit him that she was pretty hot. He wasn't sure of her exact age, but he knew she'd retired from the military, and he made a guess that she was fifty-something and very good looking with silvery blond hair and a wonderful figure. His garbage chores done, Jim went back into the house and sat down at his computer. The Master PC program was soon running and Jim put Samantha's name into the system, bringing up a 3-D image of his neighbor in her white blouse and black yoga pants. Yes, she was definitely hot. Very hot. He sat for a few moments in thought and then recalled something he'd seen when they had visited Samantha's house one time -- he was sure she didn't know he'd seen this. When using the bathroom off the master bedroom he'd noticed a book on a shelf next to what he took for Samantha's side of the bed. He recognized it as one of the books in John Norman's "Gor" series. He hadn't thought that much about it at the time, but the memory gave him some ideas. He knew that Samantha was a retired military officer and that she had a responsible position in a local business. She was probably used to giving orders. Sometimes women with that kind of authority secretly long to be dominated sexually. If she was reading John Norman there was a strong possibility that Samantha fell into that category. Jim began to type commands into the Master PC program. Tomorrow Samantha would be starting a new life as his personal, private, slut. CHAPTER 2: SAMANTHA'S INNER SLUT COMES OUT When Samantha woke up the next day, she felt different. There was no explanation for this feeling. She had fleeting memories of dreams where she was forced to submit for the sexual pleasure of a powerful male figure but she could remember few details except that this man had dominated her completely. In the shower, she noticed that her tummy and tush seemed a little different -- she'd always kept herself in good shape, but it's pretty unusual to find a woman in her fifties with six pack abs and a fly girl bottom. "Well, maybe those hours in the gym are finally paying off," she mused as she toweled off. Looking in the mirror, she was impressed. Her overall muscle definition and tone seemed too good to be true. Her breasts still high and proud, her legs still in excellent shape. "Sam, you are one hot chick," she said to her reflection, laughing. Her dream forgotten, Samantha finished her morning ablutions and got ready to head to the office. One thing though, was a little odd. Instead of panty hose she had selected a garter belt and silk stocking set to wear today. Sam couldn't explain that. Her puzzlement was fleeting, however, and she was soon out the door heading for the office. Just about noon, as she was thinking of lunch, the telephone on her desk rang. "This is Samantha. How may I help you?" "Orangutan." Samantha stiffened in her comfortable office chair as the trigger word produced instant responses in her brain and body. Her nipples instantly tautened into hard points, her pussy began to juice heavily, and her whole body tingled with sexual excitement. "What do you want me to do?" "Close your office door. Samantha's mind was a mass of confusion. She was in full arousal. She desperately wanted to do anything the voice on the phone told her. A small part of her mind, however, was horrified and angry -- Samantha was a powerful woman used to giving orders. Who was this voice on the phone? Why was she doing what he told her to do? What the hell was going on? The door was quickly shut and Samantha resumed her seat. "The door is closed." "Good. Now, listen to me very carefully, Samantha. I want you to stand up and remove all of your clothing except the stockings and garter belt. Put your clothes in your tote bag. Put on your coat and button it up to the neck. Leave your office and announce that you are going out for lunch and you do not know when you will be back. Get in your car and drive to the Pinecrest Motel located at 224 Oak Street. Go to room 208. Knock on the door. Before the door opens, remove your coat. Do you understand these instructions?" "Yes, I understand" Samantha said, but that part of her mind that was still under her control was screaming "no fucking way!" Five minutes later, Samantha was in her car wearing nothing but a trench coat, garter belt, stockings, and 3 inch "fuck me" pumps, headed for the south side of town and the Pinecrest Motel. Her pussy was throbbing; the lips swollen, her juices flowing freely. Her clit was stiff and it also felt larger than normal (it was, in fact, much larger than it had been -- Jim liked women with prominent clits and had modified Samantha's body to suit his fetish). She resisted the urge to put her hand between her legs and masturbate. She had not been given permission to do this and for some reason that was important to her, but she did not know why. She had never needed permission from anyone to touch herself or give herself pleasure, so why should she start needing permission now? Obeying most, if not all, traffic laws, Samantha made good time to the motel and soon found herself standing, trembling with fear and desire, in front of the door to room 208, which was on the back side of the motel. She knocked and then to her own amazement, actually took off her trench coat so that she was standing outside in full view of anyone who happened to be in a position to look, nearly naked -- worse than naked -- in hose, garter belt, and high heeled shoes. After what seemed like an eternity the door opened. "Come in, slutpuppy." She stepped across the threshold into the relative gloom of the motel room and heard the door close and lock behind her -- there was also the rattle of the security chain being fastened. "Close your eyes and kneel down on the floor." Samantha complied without speaking. She didn't know what to say in any event. "Yes Master" seemed rather silly and gothic and she got the impression that she should just keep silent. "Butt on your heels, slutpuppy. Hands behind your head. Spread your knees." These last commands burst out like the cracks of a whip. Samantha struggled to comply. This posture thrust her tits out and put her pussy on display. While one part of her mind was screaming that this was wrong the rest of her realized that she had never been more sexually alive and aroused in her life. "Keep your eyes down." Samantha lowered her eyes. She still had not seen the man in the room with her, but his rich baritone sounded familiar. Given her state of sexual excitement her higher order thought processes were not functioning at peak efficiency. There was still some conflict between the parts of her personality that longed to be dominated sexually by a powerful male figure and the rapidly weakening point of view that this person, whoever he was, was not her husband, she was nearly naked in front of him -- worse than naked in fact. This was wrong, what was left of her conscience screamed at her. It was, however, an unequal struggle, thanks to Master PC, and Samantha quickly surrendered. She moaned as her total submission suffused every nerve ending; every cell in her body. The rush of pleasure that this surrender produced was nearly orgasmic. She heard footsteps as her captor (?) kidnapper (?) moved to face her. She didn't look up. Jim was ecstatic. Samantha was radiating lust like a solar flare. He could smell her arousal. Her beautiful white flesh was flushed with sexual heat from the tops of her breasts all the way to her hair line. His cock was rampant and threatened to burst through the front of his slacks. He wanted to throw her on the bed and pound her pussy until she screamed in release. It took some serious will power not to give in to his lust. Samantha, meanwhile, was practically whimpering with need. She wanted to be taken; used like a common whore; forced to do things she'd never done -- things she'd thought of but never dared ask her husband to do to her. She knew she was being controlled somehow and that was what made it possible for her to surrender. SHE wasn't the one who would be responsible. There would be no guilt because she had been deprived of choice. At least that's what she told herself. The truth of the matter was that Jim had used the Master PC program only to emphasize those aspects of Samantha's personality already leaning toward submission and to weaken the more resistant part of her mind -- the part that said "no way" when she fantasized about being a Gorean slave girl. "Crawl to me. Keep your eyes down." Samantha crawled until she was at the feet of this mystery man. Jim looked down at the beautiful woman on the floor in front of him and nearly ejaculated on the spot. Her beauty and sweet submission made the semen boil in his balls and demanded release. "Why are you here?" "Because I am a slut." "Tell me how that makes you feel." "It makes my pussy wet and nipples hard. It makes me hot." "Good answer." The sound of a zipper broke the momentary silence of the room. "Suck this cock, slut." "Mmmmm...what a wonderful idea," Samantha murmured. Samantha rose up on her haunches and leaned forward to grasp the thick, hard cock protruding from Jim's pants with her lips, careful not to look up into his face or use her hands. She moaned with pleasure as she felt the spongy flesh of his glans press against her tongue. The musky flavor and odor of his cock teased her olfactory receptors and added to the fire that was building in the pit of her belly. Her whole world was the cock sliding deeper into her mouth. She loved to suck cock and this was a nice big one. Every bit of its texture and taste fed the fire of her lust; answered the call of her need; pushed her toward fulfillment of her deepest desires to serve and to be rendered without choice, sexually. She wanted to be taken; forced to do things; made to be a slut. Samantha felt hands grip the sides of her head and pull her face forward with some force. The thick cock forced its way into her gullet and then withdrew before plumbing her oral depths again. Her mouth was being used as a fuck sleeve, her throat repeatedly invaded making her gag. Long strings of saliva escaped from her lips and ran down her chin dripping onto her heaving breasts and between them leaving a shining trail of spit which reflected lewdly in the light of the cheap motel room fixtures. Samantha was in heaven. Her inner slut was fully in the saddle now, all reservations forgotten. She was a willing partner in her sexual submission and she loved it. Her clit was throbbing -- its swollen angry red head sticking out from between her labia at the top of her slit like a mini-penis. Pussy juice was running freely down her thighs and dripping onto the worn carpet -- probably not the first time that this had happened in this room. For Jim's part, he was thoroughly enjoying the feeling of running his big dick in and out of the throat of the lovely woman at his feet. Her moaning, gurgling, gasping expressions were music to his ears. Samantha's obvious arousal was a five course feast for the senses. And the icing on the cake was that the moment he saw her in the doorway, naked, he knew who she was -- who she really was. Samantha was someone he had met on line a while back. Her photos were up on flickr and she was a member of some of the same flickr groups that he hung out in. What's more, they had chatted from time to time on YIM and she had shared some of her fantasies with him. He grinned as he realized that what he had done in ignorance was the actual fulfillment of one of those fantasies. He also knew from those chats that her husband wanted to share her with other men. That made it even better. He planned to fuck Samantha in her own living room in front of her husband. And he planned on having Samantha beg for this to happen. She would have absolutely no clue how he knew that this was another fantasy of hers. AND he thought of having her get together with Cheri for a threesome. Oh, the possibilities. Jim pulled his cock out of Samantha's sucking mouth. She moaned in protest but kept her eyes down and remained silent. "Stay where you are, in that position, slut." Jim removed the rest of his clothing, taking his time, hanging up each item as he removed it. He looked at Samantha, kneeling there. Her eye makeup was a mess; her chin was covered in saliva which also ran down the front of her body all the way to the fur at the top of her pussy mound. Her nipples were cherry red and stiff and the sex flush that began at the top of her breasts ran all the way up her neck to her cheeks. This wench was one horny mother. He stood before her again, naked, his large cock protruding from beneath the folds of his belly -- folds which would begin to disappear shortly, thanks to a better diet, workouts, and a little boost from Master PC. "Resume sucking my cock, slut." He placed the head of his dick at her lips which opened instantly forming an "O" around the head of his cock and rapidly sucking it into the depths of her throat. Jim grabbed the sides of Samantha's head once again and began to slowly skull fuck the retired military officer, making her squeal with pleasure. As enjoyable as Samantha's submissive mouth felt sucking his cock, Jim had other plans for the beautiful woman whose head he held between his hands. He pulled his cock from her mouth once more, which predictably produced a moan of frustration from the mature cock sucker at his feet. "Get on the bed. On your knees. Head down. Ass up. Legs spread. Reach back and spread your ass open as far as you can with your hands." Samantha scrambled up onto the bed, the rough fabric of the cheap bed spread scratching against her hosiery. She placed her head on the bed spread, arched her back to better display her ass, reached back with both hands and spread her cheeks wide in submission -- she didn't think she could possibly be more aroused than she was at this moment. Master PC: Jim's Adventures "Very good, my little slut," Jim said, admiring the view. Her hands were spreading her ass cheeks giving him a splendid view of her pussy and asshole. Her pussy was in a high state of excitement; her newly enlarged clitoris stiff and dark purple; her inner labia swollen, deep scarlet, and shining with her sexual exudates. Jim mounted the bed and got between Samantha's legs never taking his eyes off the shining jewel before him. Saying nothing he began to rub his cock up and down Samantha's ass crack paying special attention to her newly enhanced clitoris with the head of his dick. Samantha moaned and tried to move her hips so as to capture his cock with her pussy. "Be still, slut," Jim commanded. "You'll get all the cock you can handle and then some, but you must wait for it. You are not in control here. You will orgasm on my command, and only then. And, when I give the order you will not be able to help yourself. You will cum until I am finished with you. Do you understand?" Samantha's "yes, I understand" was barely a whisper. Her hips were still but her whole body trembled with anticipation. She wondered how she would keep herself from cumming when he impaled her with that mighty slab of manhood she'd had the pleasure of sucking. She was almost orgasmic just thinking about it. Jim decided he'd teased himself and his new slave long enough and he slowly pushed his entire length into Samantha's warm inviting sheath. She gasped as she felt herself filled with cock. It was bliss -- glorious overwhelming bliss -- to be taken this way. To be used as a whore. To be told what to do and when to do it. To be told when she could cum. Jim held his cock all the way inside Samantha's belly for a moment savoring the feeling of her pussy walls surrounding and massaging his member. A part of his brain noted the differences between Samantha and Cheri in the pussy department. He decided it didn't really matter. The best pussy in the world was whatever one he was fucking at the moment, he reasoned. But I digress. Jim pulled his cock back until just the head was nestled between Samantha's inner pussy lips. He jerked his hips and slammed his cock all the way home in one thrust. Samantha gasped and moaned. Jim flexed his dick a few times and then slowly pulled back again. Once more he hammered his cock home. Slow withdrawal -- forceful re-entry. That was the pattern he established for the first few minutes of their fuck. And then he picked up the pace. Low moans and growls were coming from Samantha's throat as she felt Jim's cock pummel her pussy. She did not know how she was going to keep from cumming if he kept this up. "Please...May....I....Cummmmmmm..." she moaned. Jim pushed his cock all the way inside Samantha's clasping cunt and said, "Yes, you may cum." Samantha screamed and creamed around Jim's dick. Her entire body seized up for just a moment and then began to shake as a psychic tsunami overwhelmed her nervous system. Her pussy clamped down so hard on Jim's cock that he feared for a moment that he might have to grow himself a new one. And then, with the release of the pent up nervous energy, Samantha's mind and body shut down and she collapsed on the bed. Jim followed her down keeping his cock embedded in Samantha's pussy. Then he pulled back and freed his cock from her clasping hole. She did not react. Her body was completely limp. She was still breathing, however, so he was not worried. Jim moved over to one side of the bed and retrieved a bottle of Astroglide ™ and then scooted back over to straddle Samantha's legs. He had one hole left to claim on his new slave and she would be his in all ways -- all sexual ways anyway. Samantha moaned as he shifted her position slightly, shoving two pillows under her belly and elevating her ass. With two fingers of his left hand he spread her ass cheeks. With the other, he maneuvered the bottle of lube into position and began to pour it down her crack. He had warmed the lube before she got to the motel -- he was not a cruel man after all and this wasn't some sort of torture session. Setting the bottle aside for a moment he began to work the slippery stuff into Samantha's tight anal sphincter. That's when she woke up. "What the...?" "Quiet, slut. Reach back and spread your ass. Why should I have to do all the work?" "He's going to fuck my ass," that little part of her mind that watched in horror as she'd submitted to the sexual advances of a complete stranger. "I've never let anyone fuck my ass. Who the fuck is this guy and why am I obeying him?" Once again, however, that part of her brain was outvoted by the rest of her mind and body and she complied. Samantha whimpered a little but was otherwise quiet. She obediently reached back and pried her ass cheeks apart, revealing her most vulnerable place. Jim had worked two fingers into her ass by this time and was adding more lube as he went, stretching her hole, getting her ready to take him. More lube. Three fingers. Samantha was groaning a little bit, which he ignored. She'd do more than that in a minute when she felt his big fat cock impaling her ass from behind. But, he knew, she would be begging him to fuck her hard by the time he was done. Master PC had made sure of that. Samantha was about to discover that she had some new nerve endings in her rectum that were tied directly to her clit and into the pleasure centers of her brain. When he finally pushed his cock inside of her she was going to discover, again, that submission has its rewards. "It's time, slut. I'm going to fuck your dirty whore asshole." In spite of her fear, Samantha felt a rush of pleasure throughout her body at the words of this mystery lover. Being used like a whore was one of her deepest fantasies and it was being fulfilled in spades today. She kept her hands on her ass cheeks, spreading them wide. She arched her back further, pushing her ass up higher; inviting what she feared would be a painful invasion. Jim had been lubing his cock and he smiled as her back arched further. She was his -- her inner slut was fully in charge and wanted this to happen. He pressed the head of his cock against the center of the wrinkled brown rosebud in front of him. The combination of his thorough preparation, generous portions of Astroglide ™, and the laws of physics made it an unequal contest -- one that her asshole lost within seconds. Slowly but inexorably, Jim's big dick sank into the depths of Samantha's newly opened back entrance until his balls were resting on the swollen, dewy, petals of her pussy. Samantha's ass was on fire. She felt so full -- she thought her belly was going to explode. And, yet, she also felt incredibly aroused. Men had tried to use her ass before. She'd never found it pleasurable. But here she was pinned to the bed like a moth to a cork board with a giant spike in her ass. Her pussy was drooling, her clit was twitching, her minor labia were opening and closing like the gills on a beached trout. And he hadn't moved his cock a fraction of an inch since completely claiming her asshole. She was close to orgasm already. Her mind reeled -- trying to process this information. Jim pulled his cock back and pushed it all the way in. He repeated this slow in and out fucking rhythm for a while letting Sam's ass accommodate itself to his cock. His goal wasn't pain after all; he wanted this to be as pleasurable for her as for him, and thanks to the Master PC program, he knew it would be as long as he was careful not to hurt her. Samantha was in another world. The fire in her backside transmitted itself to all other parts of her body. The cheap bed spread under her breasts rubbed her nipples raw, adding to her pleasure. Her nervous system was ramping up for her biggest orgasm yet. "Do...you...feel...it...slutpuppy?" "Do...you...feel...my...cock...claiming...all...your...holes?" Each word Jim spoke was in time with a cock stroke. He was banging her ass like a drum. "Yessss, oh yes, I feel it. Oh god...fuck me. Fuck my ass!" "Good little slut." Jim picked up the pace and felt Samantha go over the edge. Her asshole clamped down on his cock once, twice, three times, and then clamped and held. "Oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god OH GOD OH GOD OHGODOHGODOHGODOHGODOHGODOHGODOHGOD!!!" Samantha's body went rigid again and high pitched meweling sounds were all that came from her constricted throat. Jim saw the muscles in her buttocks and back clearly defined as they clenched for several seconds. Then Samantha gasped out a breath and began to pant. Her ass pushed back against his downward thrusts as she fucked herself on his cock. Samantha grabbed two handfuls of bedspread and pushed herself backwards as hard as she could trying to drive Jim's cock all the way up into her belly. She was cumming like she had never cum before -- the orgasm of the true submissive who has surrendered completely to her inner whore. Jim did not cum. His control was now absolute, and he had other plans for later in the day. Cheri was due for another session and he was going to give her a big load right down her throat. But that was for later. For now, he had to bring this new conquest back down, get her dressed and back to work. Gradually, he slowed his thrusts while gently stroking Samantha's back and sides; praising his new slutpuppy bitch. Her body trembled and she sobbed into the bedding as her climax subsided and the world came crashing back in on her. "Orangutan." Samantha went still under him, captured in the trance triggered by that special word. "What are your orders?" she asked. "Now...listen carefully to what you must do. I am going to put my clothes on and leave. You will keep your face buried in the bedding until I am gone. Then you must clean yourself up, get dressed, and go back to work. You will remember none of the details of this encounter until I say our special word. You will believe that this has been a dream brought on by reading too many books about Gor. I will call you again when I wish to teach you another lesson in submission. When you get back to your office you will resume your day as though nothing has happened. You will only be aware that you feel satisfied in yourself and that you have claimed victory over that part of your mind that keeps you from being who you really are." Jim pulled his cock out of Samantha's ass, cleaned it off with a wet wash cloth (no one likes sticky underwear), and dressed. He walked out of the room, closed the door, and tossed the key to the Manager on his way by. Getting into his car, Jim drove back to his office and spent the remainder of the afternoon finishing a project that his boss wanted done right away. Then, he called Cheri, who would be amazed at the size of his load today. Chapter 3: Cheri Meets Samantha Jim felt that he owed Cheri something. She'd been his first Master PC conquest/guinea pig. He liked her. He'd liked her as a waitress before his discovery of the magic disk. She'd always been nice to him. The café where she worked had been a frequent breakfast and lunch place for Jim and Cheri was by far his favorite of the wait-staff there. She was cute, she flirted with him and what was more important, she gave him great service. He had only used her once for sex since that first time. He'd needed some relief after his tryst with Samantha. Jim wondered what made him decide not to blow his load in the stunning cougar -- he set that thought aside until later. In any event, a quick call to Cheri and the utterance of their secret code word resulted in another hot session of sex. He'd come twice -- once in her mouth and once in her pussy. She'd cum numerous times. Like the first time she retained no memory of the specifics of the event; just the lingering feeling that Jim was someone she should always be extra nice to. As he was sitting in his home office later that evening reliving the day's events, his cock got hard again when he thought about fucking Cheri doggie style and how her pretty little bung hole kept winking at him every time she came. At some point she would be asking him to fuck her in the ass. Jim shook his head to clear the lustful thoughts -- he had important things to do. Opening the Master PC program he called up Cheri's picture and profile on the screen and began making adjustments. He had plans for Cheri and she needed specific skills to make his plans work. She was working her way through college as a mass communications major. That was fine with him -- he needed an assistant with more marketing and communication skills. But he needed more than that. He thought about his current assistant who was getting ready to retire. She was what he called a "fixer." She knew everyone in the organization and she knew who to call to get things done. She was also very loyal to him. He called her his "second wife," although she preferred the term "work spouse." Her husband and his wife thought it was funny. At any rate, Cheri would need an upgrade in clerical skills -- she basically had none. That was an easy fix. He also gave her advanced knowledge in certain types of software that he had struggled with himself, mostly in the area of graphics and design for publications. She was also a senior, set to graduate in May. Using the Master PC he provided her with an interest in applying for a position with his organization. There would be an opening by the time her application hit his desk. All right. That was settled. Now, what other things could he do while the program was open? Samantha came to mind. She was one of the most intensely sexual women he'd ever met. He'd hardly had to make any changes to her mental makeup to get her to do what he wanted. Her inner slut had been yearning to be set free. All he'd had to do was remove the road blocks. Everything else, from then on, had been up to her. Now that he knew that she was the real LTGB he had a whole new perspective on Sam. Her on line moniker was short for Lt. Good Body -- a nick name she earned while in the military. It also stood for Lt. Great Blowjob and after today he knew that title had been well deserved also. More than that, he knew that she had occasionally dabbled in sex with other women. Like most men, Jim was fascinated by the idea of lesbian sex. The biggest portion of his (large) collection of pornography was lesbian porn. So the idea of Sam with Cheri was an obvious next step. Cheri had never been with another woman. She'd never even kissed a woman. He'd have to do some work there. No problem -- Master PC would take care of that. Samantha hadn't been with a woman since she'd gotten married. In fact, Jim was the first man she'd been with since marriage. She'd been a faithful wife. He knew that her husband wanted to see her with other men but she'd resisted. Sam's husband was going to get his wish sooner than he thought. But, first, he needed to reignite Sam's interest in girl on girl sex. Fifteen minutes later he'd put his plan into motion. Sam would find Cheri very attractive. In fact, Sam was going to have lunch in the café where Cheri worked the very next day. She would see Cheri and have an immediate reaction to the 20 year old college senior. Cheri, meanwhile, would have a detailed and highly erotic dream tonight. In her dream she would be seduced by a cougar. They would have hot, wet, passionate, and highly pleasurable sex. Cheri would be very submissive to the older woman. The dream would be vivid. More importantly, Cheri would remember it. And, when she saw Sam the next day at lunch, she would remember that the woman in the dream looked exactly like Samantha. After that, all Jim would have to do was make a room available at his favorite no-tell motel, where the manager, after a nudge from Master PC, was very accommodating. Jim would be there, of course, and he would watch the two women play. - - - - - - - - When Samantha got home from work that day she was tired. Her pussy and asshole were sore and her lips were a little puffy. She looked in the mirror, puzzled. "What the hell were you doing today girl?" She asked her reflection. "If I didn't know better I'd think you got fucked today, and fucked well." Sam had no specific memory of having sex, but her body said otherwise. She did remember a rather vague daydream about being taken forcefully by a Gorean warrior -- Rask of Treve. But it was just a dream, wasn't it? She'd often masturbated while imagining what it would be like to release her inner slut -- the part of her personality that longed to just express her sexuality to the fullest. Of course she would never do such a thing. It wouldn't be right. She'd sown her wild oats while coming up through the ranks during her military career, earning a couple of nicknames that she smiled about when she thought of them. "Ah, those were the days," she murmured. Samantha shoved those thoughts aside and mixed herself a gin and tonic. Her husband was bringing home takeout Chinese for supper so she didn't have anything special to do except wait. She changed into more comfortable clothing, curled up on the recliner, watched the news on television, and sipped her drink. She had trouble concentrating though because stray thoughts kept intruding. She kept getting flash images of herself in a slutty outfit being taken by a large man with a big cock. Images of her sucking and fucking and acting like a total whore. These flashes made her pulse beat more rapidly. Her nipples were hard and her pussy was wet. Her clit was throbbing. She looked at the clock, noting that it would be at least 30 minutes before her husband came home. Samantha went into the master bathroom and ran hot water into the big whirlpool tub. While it was filling she stripped naked put on some mood music from her iPod and lit several candles. Turning off the bathroom lights, she slipped into the hot water and activated the jets. She leaned back on the pillow on the edge of the tub and closed her eyes, letting the motion of the hot water take her away for a little while. As soon as she closed her eyes she began to run one of her favorite fantasies across the video screen of her mind. What she didn't realize that this fantasy had been generated by the Master PC program. She was daydreaming about standing naked in front of two men. One was her husband. The other was a stranger whose face she could not quite make out. She thought she should know him though. She danced for the men, inviting them to take her, to use her like a whore, to make her do things. As her daydream continued her hands wandered up and down her body touching her breasts, her belly, her pussy; stoking the flames of her passion. Her fingers found her clit and gently began massaging that knot of nerves and gristle bringing a low moan from her throat. As her dream intensified, she stroked herself more vigorously until she came, violently. Not long afterwards, she heard the front door open and close announcing her husband's arrival. She quickly got out of the tub, dried and dressed and went to have dinner. The afterimages of the daydream were not so easily dismissed, however, and she was a bit subdued that evening -- lost in thought. When she went to bed she went right to sleep and then more dreams came. Different dreams. These dreams featured a young woman with a cute face and killer body. She desired this woman and the woman desired her. They had sex: incredible, hot, sweaty, juicy, girl-on-girl sex. The next morning she awoke but did not feel particularly rested. She showered and dressed, once again selecting some very feminine undergarments -- things she ordinarily wouldn't wear to the office. She did not give this a second thought, however. Her mind was still on the beautiful young girl in her dream. Master PC: Jim's Adventures Sam struggled through her morning at work, her mind returning to the dream again and again. When her assistant came in and announced that she was going out to lunch, Sam decided to go out as well, hoping a change of scene would snap her out of whatever this mood was that had captured her brain. She headed uptown to a small café she'd heard of recently -- not knowing that this suggestion had been planted in her brain by the Master PC software. +++++++++++++ Cheri had dreamed as well. She'd dreamed of a beautiful older woman who gently but firmly, leaving no doubt as to who was in charge, introduced her to the wonders of lesbian sex. It was a very vivid dream and Cheri woke up with her hands between her legs right on the edge of an orgasm. Thinking of the dream, Cheri masturbated until she came, twice, and then she went back to sleep. Later, she was working at the café when she happened to look up from putting silverware into napkins at the sound of the door opening. A woman came in, silhouetted momentarily in the doorway, and then she stepped forward to the hostess stand. Cheri dropped the silverware she'd been wrapping and gasped. It was the woman from her dream. Her pussy was instantly throbbing. Sam's attention was drawn by the sound of flatware dropping on the floor and she gasped as she saw the girl from her dream standing 15 feet away staring at her; mouth open; eyes wide with surprise and recognition. Samantha kept looking at the girl as the hostess directed her to a table. And then, the girl she was looking at so intently was walking toward her table. Sam sat down and waited. Her mind was a whirl of thoughts. Her pussy was throbbing. She felt hot even though the café was cool. Her clothes felt too confining. She wanted to be naked, preferably with this cute young woman coming to her table. "Where is THIS coming from?" she wondered. "Hello, I'm Cheri and I'll be serving you today," Cheri said, her voice quivering slightly. She was in a mild state of shock -- seeing a woman face to face whom she had never met but had dreamed about was very disconcerting. Cheri managed a smile as she waited for a reply. After a moment, Samantha gathered her wits and said "Hello, Cheri. I'm Sam. I know this is an odd request, but would you sit down please? I would like to talk to you." "I can't right now, Sam," Cheri replied placing a menu and glass of water on the table in front of the beautiful woman from her dream. "It's the lunch hour and we're really busy. But I'd love to talk with you. I'm off at 3. Could we meet somewhere after that?" "Does 4 o'clock work for you?" "Sure. Where?" Sam took out a business card and circled her cell phone number on it, then handed the card to Cheri. "When you get off, call this number and we'll make a plan then, OK?" "Great!" Cheri replied, smiling. Samantha was squirming in her chair. She wanted to ravish the young waitress. The urge to fuck her right then and there was almost overpowering. Cheri felt the same urges. She wanted to be naked with Samantha -- no "wanted" is much too mild a term for what Cheri was thinking. She desperately needed to be with Samantha. Samantha managed to order a light lunch and eat it. Later, she could not even remember what she'd ordered. When she returned to her office her thoughts continued to dwell on Cheri and her magical dimples, her wonderful shape, and the sound of her voice. The phone rang. She picked it up. "Orangutan." A blank look came over Sam's face. She sat straight up in her chair. "Tell me about your lunch, Samantha." Sam proceeded to tell the voice everything about her lunch from the time she walked into the café until the time she returned to her office, including what she'd been thinking about Cheri. Again, her mind was bifurcated, with one part protesting against the compulsion to speak about her private thoughts and the other part enthusiastically describing in great detail what she'd like to do to and with Cheri. Sam also told him about Cheri's anticipated phone call, set for 4 o'clock. "Very good, slut. When Cheri calls you at 4, you will tell her to meet you at the Pinecrest Motel, room 208. You remember where that is, don't you? The door will be open. You will be dressed as before. I will be there, but you will ignore me completely. You and Cheri will enjoy each other. She will follow your lead and submit to your desires. You will be free to have as many orgasms as your nervous system can stand. Do you understand all of this?" "Yes, I understand," Sam replied in a flat, emotionless voice. "When I say 'Tarnsman' you will hang up the phone and have no memory of this conversation except that you will follow your instructions to the letter as though they were your own thoughts and desires." "Yes." "Tarnsman." Sam put down the phone and then wondered why she'd picked it up in the first place. She resumed working but was distracted by the constant vision of Cheri from her dreams, naked and writhing beneath her caresses. ++++++++++++++++++++ Jim went to the café and got a seat at one of Cheri's tables. Cheri, of course, had no memory of ever having sex with Jim, but she did know that she really liked him as a customer -- he was a generous tipper. She gave him a big smile as she put down the menu and his Diet Pepsi (with lemon) the only drink he ever ordered regardless of the time of day. "Hi, Jim. What'll it be today?" "Undulate." Cheri's face went blank. "Listen to me carefully, Cheri. When you call Samantha at 4 o'clock today she will tell you to meet her at the Pinecrest Motel. You will not find this request in any way unusual. You will meet her there and the two of you will not notice that I am in the room. You will submit to whatever Samantha tells you to do, and your most fervent desire is to please her in all ways. You will wear an overcoat, panties, and shoes to the motel. Nothing else. Do you understand?" "Yes." "When I say the word 'moon' you will resume taking my order and not remember any of this conversation except that you will follow my orders completely." "Yes." "Moon." Cheri shook her head as if a fly was buzzing around her (there were no flies in the café today) and then looked at Jim expectantly, waiting for his order. "I'll have the b-l-t on wheat, please, with mayo on the side." "Coming right up," Cheri said cheerfully as she turned toward the kitchen where she would get Jim's order started. He watched her walk across the room admiring the way her ass moved under the tight fabric of her uniform skirt. Yes, she was a real prize and he couldn't wait to see her with Samantha. +++++++++++++++++++++++ Precisely at 4 o'clock, Sam's cell phone rang. "Samantha speaking." "Um, hi, um, this is Cheri, from the café? We met at lunchtime today." "Yes, Cheri," Sam said, smiling into the phone. "I was hoping you would call -- I really want to meet you and talk about a dream I've been having." "Dream? You mean you had one too?" "So we've both had a dream? Was yours about me?" "Yes! It was so strange. I'd never seen you before today and yet I had a very real and vivid dream about you last night." "Same here. Listen, I can't talk right now. I want you to meet me at the Pinecrest Motel, room 208 at 5 o'clock. Can you do that?" "Pinecrest Motel room 208. Got it. I'll be there." +++++++++++++++++++ Forty five minutes later, Samantha was sitting on one of the beds in room 208 of the Pinecrest Motel. She did not remember having been in this room before, and, yet, it seemed vaguely familiar. She was horny beyond belief. Her pulse and respiration were well above normal levels and her pussy was drooling like a 1 year old with a new tooth coming in. She'd already been to the bathroom twice to clean up a bit. She had no idea at all that there was a man sitting on a chair in the corner, watching her. It had not occurred to her that it was weird for the door to the room to be open when she got there. She'd just walked in, closed the door, used the bathroom to freshen up a bit, and sat down on the bed. After what seemed like an eternity there was a knock at the door. Sam practically jumped off the bed to answer it. She jerked the door open and grabbed Cheri by the arm, pulling her into the room. She shut the door, locked it and chained it and then turned to face the girl of her dream. Neither spoke for a moment and then both at once. "I dreamed --" "Of you!" they both said in unison. "Please, sit down," Samantha said, indicating the bed. Cheri sat down and Sam sat down next to her. Both women still had coats on. Neither thought this was at all odd. "Tell me about your dream, Cheri," Sam said. "Well, first off, I've never, and I mean n-e-v-e-r had sex with a woman before. I've never even kissed another girl, except on the cheek. So last night I had this dream and there was a woman in it -- you -- and in this dream she seduced me. We had mind blowing sex and I loved it. Do you think I'm becoming a lesbian?" "No, Cheri, you're not a lesbian. You still like men, don't you?" "Absolutely," Cheri said, perhaps a little too forcefully. "I've got a great boyfriend who rocks my world on a regular basis. But, the woman in my dream did things to me that my boyfriend would never do." "Oh? What doesn't your boyfriend do that you would like?" "Well, it's kind of embarrassing, but, er, ah, well," "He won't eat your pussy, will he?" Sam said. Cheri blushed a little. "Yeah." "Ah, some men just can't bring themselves to do a little carpet munching. I'll bet he doesn't object if you suck his cock though does he?" "No, he sure doesn't. I always suck him off first so he lasts longer when he puts it in my pussy," Cheri said, becoming more comfortable. She'd never been able to talk about sex with anyone this way before. "Well, it's been my experience that very few men are as good at pussy eating as another woman is," Sam said. "You've had sex with a woman before?" "Oh, my, yes. I have," Sam said, chuckling. "Indeed I have. And, I can tell you that I'm no lesbian either. I prefer men. And, I happen to love sucking cock. But sometimes it's nice to be with a woman." "And you had a dream about me?" Cheri asked. "Yes," Samantha said, her brow furrowing a little as she recalled the details. "I had a dream about a sexy young college student -- how old are you anyway?" "Twenty." "Well, I'm 56." "No freakin' way are you 56," Cheri said shaking her head. "Why, thank you Cheri. That's the nicest thing anyone has said to me all day," Sam said, smiling. "Tell me about your dream, Samantha," Cheri prompted. "It's Sam, by the way. Where was I? Oh yes, in my dream I met this beautiful young woman, you I guess, and I was immediately attracted to her. I haven't been with a woman in ages so it was a surprise. Anyway, I was very attracted -- I just had to have her. And, so I seduced her -- she was very willing to be seduced -- and we had, as you described it, totally mind blowing sex." "Wow. What do you think are the odds of this happening?" "Zero. There's something happening here. What it is ain't exactly clear. But here you are and here I am, and my pussy's been on fire ever since I saw you at lunch today. How about you? Ready to learn about the pleasures of sapphic love?" "My pussy's been dripping all afternoon. Yeah, I'd say I'm ready. Are we gonna do it then?" "We'd be fools not to my dear. Come here and let me give you your first womanly kiss." Sam pulled Cheri into a kiss. Both women were highly aroused, thanks to the Master PC and Jim's 'suggestions.' The truth is that Cheri had latent bisexual tendencies and we now know that Samantha had enjoyed many girl-girl trysts while in the military. Neither one was doing anything that was really against her will. Jim had used his magic program to release these women to experience their fantasies without guilt. Sam didn't have to pull Cheri very forcefully into the kiss -- she went eagerly. Cheri had been on edge all day. She'd even gone into the ladies room to try to relieve some of her pent up sexual need. That had been more frustrating than fulfilling so she was primed and ready to feel Samantha's lips on hers in their first kiss. They were clinging to each other like castaways to a piece of drift wood. Their hands ran up and down each other's backs always seeking a closer embrace. Their bodies pressed together. Their moans and sighs and the wet sounds of two people kissing filled the cheap hotel room. Jim sat in the corner of the room and watched with a smile on his face. This went on for some time. The kiss broke. "Mmmm...how was that, Cheri?" "Wow," Cheri said, panting, "I almost came just from kissing you. That was incredible." Samantha stood up and pulled Cheri to her feet. Then she unbuttoned Cheri's coat and slid it off her shoulders leaving the young coed naked except for a pair of panties and high heels. Sam removed her own coat and tossed it aside, leaving her in the same state of undress as Cheri. "God you're a hot little number, aren't you," Sam breathed as she looked Cheri up and down. "I'm going to turn you into a little pussy loving slut before the day is through." "Ooooo...Sam...I'm so hot for you I can't believe it. You're body is just so fucking perfect. Do whatever you like, Sam, I'm all yours for now." "Be careful what you ask for, my dear little slut puppy." Sam pulled Cheri to her and they went into a clinch again, this time skin to skin. Samantha was the taller of the two by about 3 inches, making it easy for Cheri to lower her head and bury her face in Sam's cleavage. Cheri began kissing and licking Samantha's tits paying special attention to her nipples. Samantha gasped as she felt the younger woman lips and tongue on her flesh. She ran her hands up and down Cheri's back, cupping her ass cheeks and sending her fingers exploring whatever she could reach in the space between. "Oh, yes, Cheri, suck my nipples. Suck them hard baby," Sam breathed, pulling Cheri's head more firmly to her bosom. Cheri moaned as she continued to nurse on Sam's tits. She felt the nipples harden under her tongue lashing, and she could hear Sam's breath catch in her throat as she gently nibbled on a nipple with her perfect white teeth. "Oh you marvelous little bitch. Kiss me again," Sam gasped, pulling Cheri's head back up and claiming her mouth once more. Their tongues dueled as they kissed passionately. Samantha's hands went to Cheri's tits and she began to caress those heavy globes, bringing a gasp and then a low moan from her young partner. "I've never been with a woman before, Sam, and I don't know what to do," Cheri said as their kiss broke again. "Don't worry baby. Samantha is in charge now. You just do what I tell you and we'll both have a good time. Now, let's get on the bed before we both fall over." Cheri scrambled onto the bed and lay back. Sam stood for a moment and looked at her, drinking in the youthful beauty of Cheri's 20 year old body, remembering what she'd been like at that age. "My god," she thought, "this girl could be my daughter." She shook her head and then joined Cheri on the bed, kissing her again and again and enjoying the feeling of a woman's skin next to her own. Cheri, acting on instinct, got one of her thighs between Sam's legs. The temperature in the room increased by several degrees as the two women began grinding. Their moans escalated as they both achieved quick, sharp, climaxes -- the first of many they would have this day. Jim had removed his clothing and was sitting in a chair at the other end of the room slowly stroking his big dick watching the action with a look of intense concentration. His favorite lesbian videos had never been this good. "Mmmmm...Cheri...you learn quickly. But, let's try this," Sam said, rolling them both over so that Cheri was on top. Samantha wrapped her long legs around Cheri's waist and they were now rubbing pussy mound to pussy mound. "Oh my god, Sam, I'm coming agaaaaaaaaaaiiiiinnnnnnnnnn," Cheri moaned as their tribbing produced yet another orgasm. "Yes, Cheri," Sam breathed, "Come for Sam. Let it happen, baby. Feel our pussies grinding against each other, fuck me baby...fuck me!" And then they were kissing and fucking as only women can fuck. Their moans and the sound of the rubbing of their flesh were the main sounds in the room at this point. Sam rolled over and pinned Cheri to the mattress. Then she began kissing her way down the young waitress's body, covering Cheri's beautiful C-cup tits with wet kisses and licks and then leaving a trail of saliva down Cheri's belly. Sam practically tore the thong panties Cheri was wearing in her haste to remove the last barrier guarding her pussy. She managed to get them off and then dive face first into Cheri's steaming crotch. "Oh fuck!" Cheri screamed as Samantha began to lap her labia. Sam's tongue was moving at about the frequency of a Hitachi vibrator, or so it seemed to Cheri. Her clit was being orally assaulted and Sam had also managed to work 2 fingers inside Cheri's fuck tunnel. The combined lingual and digital assault produced a string of orgasms in the younger woman that made it impossible for her to make any sound more coherent than "ungh" for some minutes. "Oh....Godddddd....Sammmmmmm.....I can't take it any more," Cheri moaned. Cheri tried pushing Sam's head away. Sam took the hint and began gently kissing her way back up Cheri's sweat covered torso until she was face to face with her panting protégé. They kissed again and Cheri tasted her own juices on Sam's mouth which made her hungry to taste Samantha's pussy cream. "mmmm...Sam...that was incredible. Is that what I taste like?" "Yes, baby, you taste good," Sam said, kissing Cheri's face and neck while the panting girl under her got her breathing under control. "I wanna taste you now, please?" "Oh, you'll taste me all right, baby. You'll taste me. I hope you're ready to consume a lot of pussy juice, because I'm flooding," Sam said, smiling. "Oooooo goodie! My first pussy! Give it to me Sam! I want to suck you off!" Sam crawled up the bed over Cheri's body and positioned her crotch right above the young waitress's face. "Pretty pretty pussy," Cheri said as she looked up into the highly aroused flower at the apex of Samantha's legs. "Less talking and more eating, slut," Samantha said using her command voice. "Yes, ma'am," Cheri responded. And then she went to work. Cheri grabbed Sam's ass and pulled that juicy MILF pussy to her mouth. Sam was primed and ready to blow and as soon as she felt Cheri's eager tongue on her clit she started to cum. Reaching down, Samantha grabbed Cheri's head and pulled her face even tighter to the overflowing pussy Cheri was so enthusiastically eating. Sam was literally fucking herself on Cheri's face, rocking back and forth on the wriggling tongue, her head back and her mouth open in a silent scream as she exploded in one orgasm after another. "Yesssss...baby...that's it...right there...right there...that's it...right there...don't stop...rightthererightthererightthere...YES! YES!!! YES!!! OH YOU BEAUTIFUL LITTLE CUNT LICKER! That's it!" Finally, Samantha fell off to the side and lay on the bed, panting. Cheri moved so that she could kiss and cuddle the foxy MILF, and the pair made out like teenagers for a while gently fingering each other's pussies and enjoying the feeling of being naked together. Then, Sam whispered something to Cheri. "OK, let's try it," Cheri murmured just loud enough for Jim to hear. The two women arranged themselves on the bed like a pair of scissors joined at the "v". "Ah, tribbing," Jim thought. "Excellent. Note to self, bring a camera next time." Master PC: Jim's Adventures The two women on the bed were now grinding their pussies together, fucking each other as only women can. Their grunts of effort quickly became moans and cries of passion as they built toward another crashing climax. "Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! OHFUCKI'MCUMMING...." Cheri cried as she went over the edge. Sam was right behind her, with Cheri's climax triggering her own petit mort. Once again the two women entwined in the afterglow, exchanging kisses and gentle caresses. Samantha spotted the clock on the bedside table. "Baby, it's time to go. I need to get home." "Oh, Sam, do you have to?" "Yes, baby," Sam said, gently toying with one of Cheri's nipples, "I have to. But we can do this again, OK?" "Ooooo...yes!" Samantha kissed Cheri once more, hard and deep -- a kiss that promised more to come -- and then she got up, went into the bathroom, adjusted her hair and fixed her makeup, put on her coat and left. Cheri lay on the bed, lost in thought, totally blown away by the day's events. "Undulate." When Jim spoke the trigger word, Cheri's face went slack and her eyes closed. Her breathing was deep and slow. "Cheri, you have just been made love to by another woman for the first time. You will remember this experience but you will tell no one about it. The only woman you will desire for now is Samantha. Whenever she calls you for a date you will go with her and you will always do what she tells you to do. You do not think it odd that I am in the hotel room with you. You desire my cock in your pussy. I am your secret lover whose touch always inflames you. No other cock can satisfy you so completely. When I snap my fingers you will wake up and we will make love. You will have a number of powerful orgasms. You will ask me to ejaculate into your mouth. Nod your head if you understand these instructions. Cheri nodded her head. Jim snapped his fingers. Cheri's eyes flew open. After a moment of disorientation, a big smile spread across her face as she saw her mystery lover, and more importantly his big cock, coming toward her. Jim moved quickly to the bed and spread Cheri's legs. She cocked her hips up in invitation and Jim was able to spear her pussy to the hilt in one smooth motion thanks to all the pussy juice and spit that Cheri's first Sapphic tryst had produced. "Unnnnghhh..." Cheri groaned as she felt Jim's full length stretch her cunt to the max. "Fuck me. Please fuck me with your beautiful cock." Jim said nothing. He was too far gone in his own passion to even acknowledge anything Cheri said or did at this point. His focus was on the pleasure to be had from the wet, clasping, flesh that surrounded his painfully hard dick; and that was all. Usually, Jim started slowly with Cheri, allowing her to adjust herself to him. This time, however, he just went at it, jack hammering his cock in and out of her tight, juicy, twat. He knew that his climax was going to be a big one. He'd been edging for over an hour while Sam and Cheri had made love less than 10 feet from where he'd been sitting. His nostrils were still full of the scent of cunt cream. His nervous system overwhelmed by the heady pheromones that permeated the atmosphere in the cramped quarters of the room. He managed to last five minutes and that was only by shear force of will. It felt so good to be fucking this girl that he didn't want it to end. But he also needed very much to dump his load. His heavy balls ached for release. "I'm gonna cum baby," he gasped. "Yeah! Cum in my mouth daddy...cum in my mouth!" Jim pulled his cock out of Cheri's pussy with a loud slurping noise. It was shiny with her cream and (he thought) Sam's saliva. The head was an angry red color and the veins were throbbing. Jim fisted his hardon as he quickly positioned himself over Cheri's face, his cock aimed squarely at her wide open mouth. "Get ready..." "Give it to me daddy..." "Here...it....COOOMMMMMMMEEEESSSSSS! UGH! UGH! UGH!" Jim grunted as spurt after spurt of thick ropey jism blasted from his cock directly into the mouth of his young mistress. He pushed the head of his cock into Cheri's mouth and finished blowing his load. She'd gotten better at accommodating him orally, and she was now able to get the head and quite a bit of his shaft in her mouth. Her tongue worked hard scrubbing her pussy cream off of Jim's cock. She sucked hard, pulling the last drops of his precious bodily fluids from the softening stalk of his manhood. Jim backed away, pulling his cock free of Cheri's greedy mouth. "That's enough you greedy little slut," he said, laughing. "You'll suck the skin right off." "I love sucking your cock and drinking your cum." "I know you do, baby." It was time to get dressed and leave. "Undulate." Cheri went into her trance once more. "When I snap my fingers you will get up, put on your coat, and leave. You will not notice that I am in the room, nor will you remember having had sex with a man today. You will remember Samantha. You will think about how much you enjoyed being with her. You will not be interested in any other women unless I ask you to be." Jim got off the bed and headed for the bathroom. He snapped his fingers. Cheri got up, put on her coat and shoes and left the room, closing the door behind her. Jim waited until she got to her car and took a shower, then dressed and went home. It had been a good day. Chapter 4: Next Steps It had been six months since Jim discovered the Master PC disk in his hotel room. There had been a lot of temptation to use the program to fix a multitude of problems. Jim was basically a kind person who liked doing things for people. It was an odd flaw in his character that he was a multiple adulterer. He loved his wife very much -- he'd just gotten to the point where he didn't want to have sex only with her. Their marriage had started off hotter than a firecracker -- sex four and five times a day when they were both still in college. Even after they'd graduated and gotten jobs they fucked at least once a day. But it was always the same with the one variation being sometimes she was on top. And, when the kids had come, sex was pretty much history. He'd started masturbating again and looking at porn. He stopped trying. He'd gained weight -- a lot of weight. And, when the kids grew up and left home, all of a sudden she'd wanted to fire up their sex life again and he discovered that while he was still interested in sex, he wasn't interested in having it with her. In this area of his internal psychology, Jim was rather selfish. But this isn't a story about his motivations and so we'll leave that train of thought for now. Jim regularly got together with Cheri and Samantha. The fun part about Sam was that Jim generally recreated their chat scenarios with her when they met. He took an ironic pleasure in that. They still chatted on Yahoo -- Sam never realized that the person she was chatting with was her next door neighbor. Jim also had sex with his wife -- mainly to find out if the changes he'd made in her had "taken." Plus, she was losing weight and, of course, was a lot more open to his sexual suggestions these days. Happy days indeed. The temptation to use the Master PC program for all sorts of things had been very strong particularly in the first few days. But everything he'd read about it indicated that this is where people had really gone wrong. So one of the first things he'd done to himself was ramp up both his patience and self discipline. Jim determined that the less he used the program the less likely it would be that he'd get himself into trouble. Therefore he was very careful about using it. Perhaps you think this is strange. Consider this -- how quickly did you get bored with the last video game for which you had discovered the "God Key?" What's the fun of playing a game that you can't possibly lose? It gets boring. Jim had a "God Key" for real life and he knew that every time he used it he risked doing too much and losing everything. The program could easily become an addiction with bigger and bigger doses of the "drug" required to achieve the same "high." This was a temptation he knew would be fatal to give in to. That doesn't mean that he didn't do anything. Obviously he used the program to fix his sex life and have some fun with Sam and Cheri. But he found other, more altruistic, ways to use the software as well. The young grand child of some friends had a rare form of childhood cancer. He didn't use the program to heal her, directly, but he adjusted her genetic makeup to enable her to fight off the disease, AND he gave her doctor some insights she didn't have before to enable her to properly treat her young patient. Everyone got a win. It would have been easy to use the Master PC program to make everyone in his city healthy. Instead, he programmed the Mayor to lead a movement toward better health for all and then he tweaked the population of the City to go along with it -- eat better, get more exercise, stop smoking, etc. The Mayor got the credit (and got re-elected too). Jim's part in all of this went completely unnoticed, which was as he wished it. No one in his community had, or would ever acquire, a sexually transmitted disease. He did this, in part, because he'd thought about expanding his sexual horizons and didn't want to risk picking up some nasty bug. He had a difficult colleague at work. The man was something of a bully and extremely self centered. Jim "adjusted" him. He could have caused him to commit suicide or commit a crime that would have gotten him jailed. Instead, he chose to make some minor adjustments to the man's personality so that he was a better adjusted, happier, person. He didn't do stupid things like cause a bank teller to give him a big wad of cash. He did, however, manage to get a second mortgage at favorable terms from his local credit union which he then invested and from which he had already begun to realize a tidy return. He also decided to use the program to make sure that any consultant work he sought came to him. He'd worked a long time accumulating knowledge in his field and now it was going to pay off. In all of this he was patient and disciplined. He'd lost a lot of weight, he was happier than he'd been in years, and he was in good physical shape for the first time in a long time -- and that would improve as time went on. His increased strength and stamina came in handy in the bedroom. His wife was happy too. Life was good. But... In the back of his mind was a thought that had first arisen while he was driving home that fateful February day after he'd discovered the CD under the hotel bed. *Someone* had made that CDROM disc. *Someone* else must have used the Master PC program. It was possible that there were many people who had this god-like power and they would not all be as responsible as he had been. He would have to take some precautions. He made himself invulnerable to Master PC's effects except for those HE programmed. Then, he wrote some software that allowed him to search for the Master PC program on line. He then created a CDROM with a working copy of the program that he could run right from the disc. He uninstalled the program from his desktop and laptop computers, used his Data Nuker software to remove all traces of the files and made it his policy to only use the software on computers that were not connected to the 'net. No one within the 100 mile range of the program would be susceptible to the Master PC program's influence if anyone but him was doing the programming. Having done all that he could think of for the moment, he settled down to enjoy his new life and his new abilities. It was time, he thought, for him to acquire a new toy. Variety is the spice of life, is it not? Cheri was nice, but Jim's tastes ran to more mature women. He'd joined a gym and worked out regularly. He had a fairly flexible schedule, so he varied his workout times, looking to meet new people. He spotted several women who matched his requirements for age and appearance. Getting their names was no problem. Master PC had given him power over the girl who worked the desk at the gym and she provided him with names, addresses, e-mails, and phone numbers. She then completely forgot that she had done this. From this list, Jim identified three women as being the best candidates for what he had in mind. None of the three worked outside the home. They were all in their late forties to mid fifties with grown children. They were all fairly well off -- either from inherited wealth or because their husbands had really good jobs. They came to the gym anywhere from three to five days a week and kept themselves in very good shape; tennis and golf in the summer with more frequent trips to the gym during the winter months. Interestingly enough all three of the women he'd picked had names starting with the letters J, K, or L: Joy, Karen, and Lisa. "Imagine that," Jim thought. He decided to start with Lisa. He put her name into the program and called up her picture on the screen. Lisa was short -- about 5 feet tall -- with the tight body of a gymnast, even at 52. He'd heard her talking with her friends Karen and Joy and knew she had been thinking about getting a boob job -- she'd never been happy with her breasts, which she thought were too small. She was worried because her husband had a new secretary with big tits and a nice ass. So, Jim started out by giving Lisa a little help in the bust department. Not a lot, but he took her from an A to a B cup and then programmed in a gradual increase to a C cup. He added some sensitivity to her nipples, applied his standard clitoris growth program (we all have fetishes, big clits was Jim's) to make Lisa's clit noticeably larger and more sensitive. Ultimately he planned on finding a candidate to really do some work on -- he wanted to create a true hermaphrodite with both a cock and a pussy (can you say fetish?). Lisa didn't need a lot of help in the female form department but he reinforced her healthy habits, tightened up some areas that she had found troubling, gave her a little better tush, and went on to tweak her brain a little bit. So far, she hadn't noticed him at the gym -- none of the women had. He had given himself the power of becoming, if not invisible, someone you just didn't pay attention to. That would change starting tomorrow. She would not only notice him, but she would want to make his acquaintance and introduce him to her friends. They would all find him interesting and fun to be around. That would be step one. They would invite him to have coffee with them after the workout and he would go. Lisa, in particular, would find him fascinating and look for excuses to see him outside of their workouts. Her sex drive had been increased and she was not getting enough from her husband and she strongly suspected the reason was that he was getting it elsewhere (he was, in fact bopping his secretary). She had decided to branch out a little -- to find some satisfaction somewhere else. Lisa was going to believe that she was seducing Jim. That's the way he set it up. Lisa would be the aggressor. She would believe that she was in control of the situation. The next day, Jim was working out -- doing some squats at the gravitron machine -- when Lisa approached him. "Hi Jim," she said, smiling but a little nervous. "Hi, Lisa," Jim had grunted being in the middle of his set of ten reps. Lisa watched him as he finished his set and then toweled off a bit before moving to the next machine. "You've been working pretty hard, Jim, and it really shows," she said. "Thanks Lisa. I really kind of let myself go in my forties and I'm trying to get the old mojo back, I guess," Jim replied, smiling sheepishly. "You're looking pretty good to me," Lisa said in what she hoped was an alluring way. "Why, Mrs. Smith, you say the kindest things. I may blush," Jim said, laughing. Lisa laughed too. "Oh, now don't start calling me Mrs. Smith -- you'll make me feel old." "I would never want to do that. You've got a body that a lot of 20 year olds would kill for," Jim said, giving Lisa an appraising look. Lisa actually did blush, in part from Jim's words and also because she noted the way he was looking at her. She felt naked. But, she liked it. She suddenly knew that this was a man she had to get into her bed. "Jim, would it be inappropriate for me to ask you to have a cup of coffee with me?" "I'd love to, but where's the rest of the gang today?" "Joy is at her mother's, and Karen had a dental appointment this morning." "Well in that case, I'd be delighted to have a cup of coffee with you. Where would you like to go?" "My house." "OK. I just have this one machine to finish and then I'll take a shower and meet you at your place." "You can take a shower at my place if you'd like, Jim," Lisa said, quickly. She didn't even know why she'd said that. It was a stupid thing to say. What would he think? "Great idea. I have one more set to do and then we can go." Jim finished with a set of chest presses, grabbed his stuff from his locker, and met Lisa in the parking lot. "Here's the address. You can follow me, but just in case," Lisa said. "Great." They got into their respective cars and Jim followed Lisa to her home. It had a long driveway and plenty of privacy. She motioned for him to put his car in the spacious garage and then waited for him to park and get out. Jim got out of his car as Lisa was closing the garage door. He followed her up three steps from the garage into a hallway that led to the kitchen. It was huge with professional appliances in gleaming stainless steel. Jim had always wanted a kitchen like this. He was the cook in the family. His wife could cook but she didn't really like to. Jim did, but had never had equipment like this to work with. "Some day," he thought. "Jim, how about if you take a shower while I put the coffee on and then we can talk?" "Great idea -- show me where to go." Lisa led him through the spacious home to the master suite. The master bath was spectacular. It had a separate "powder room" and then the bath itself. All tile -- floor, walls, and ceiling -- with a huge Jacuzzi tub big enough for four people, a floor drain in the middle of the room, and multiple shower heads in one corner. She gave him a towel and showed him how to work the controls -- the taps were digital and you could set the exact temperature you wanted. "Any questions?" "No, Lisa, I think I've got it. This is really something. You could hold a party in here," Jim joked. "Now there's an idea," Lisa said in a teasing voice. "Why didn't I think of that?" She left the room, closing the door behind her and Jim quickly stripped out of his sweat soaked work out gear. After finding the right temperature setting for the shower heads, he stood under the steaming cascade for a moment just letting it relax his muscles after their hard work out. He'd lost quite a bit of weight over the past six months since he'd found the software that had changed his life, but he was still not quite where he wanted to be in terms of his outward appearance. For his age though, he didn't look too bad. He had about 20 or so more pounds to lose to get down to the weight he wanted to be. He was waiting for the suggestion he'd planted in Lisa's mind to blossom and produce fruit. He could have just used the brute force of the Master PC program to get what he wanted from Lisa, but he'd been much more subtle with her than he'd been with his earlier conquests, Sam and Cheri (both of whom he still saw/used on a regular basis). Having planted the suggestion he thought it would be nice if he played this one a little bit by ear. He knew he'd eventually get into Lisa's pants, but he was willing to wait. He didn't have to wait very long.