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Mental Manipulations

By: cuninglinguist61



This is my first attempt at a "Mind Control" story, so please be kind. There is very little sex in this chapter, but I promise it will build up in the future. As always, constructive comments and suggestions are welcome. 

*****

When my divorce was finalized, I was faced with decisions to make. My kids had both grown, and were living on either coast. I had no real ties to the area that I was living in, as this was where my ex had grown up, so was there really a reason to stay?

After some deep soul-searching, I decided to move some place new and start all over again. The question was, where? As an electrician with over 20 years experience, I could easily get my license anywhere I wanted to go and start up a shop.

After living my entire life in Chicago, I decided that I was tired of the brutal winters and headed south. I settled a couple of states south east, in a small town in the mountains, just outside on the state capitol. 

I bought some property on the edge of a lake, with my own private beach and a beautiful view of the valley below. It had a large house and a couple of out buildings that I could use as a workshop and storage for my business. I had my license soon after, and my one-man shop was up and running in no time. One of the other main selling points was that at the end of my long driveway sat the local, and apparently most popular, watering hole.

I also started dating again. At 45, and married for 20 years, I thought it would take me a while to get used to dating again, but the local women ... well, let's just say they made it quite easy to get back into the swing of things.

About a week after I moved down there, I decided to head to the bar one night to have a burger and a few beers.

I decided to stay and check out the band that was playing, and as I watched them, a short, buxom blonde, wearing a sleeveless blouse, a short jeans skirt, and wedge sandals walked up to me and asked me to dance.

"I would love to," I told her, "but I'm not much of a dancer."

"That's ok," she replied, smiling at me and taking my hand. "I know their set list, and the next song is a slow one. Even if you can't dance slow, all you have to do is hold on tight."

After telling me her name was Roxy, she pulled me by the hand and led me out to the dance floor.

"You're the guy that bought the house just down the road, aren't you?" she asked as we started to dance.

"I am," I replied.

"I thought so," she said, pulling me in tighter. "Welcome to town. I think you'll find it interesting living here."

"Thank you," I answered, wondering what she meant by 'interesting', but enjoying the feel of her big beasts pushing against the top of my stomach.

Having gone a couple of years without getting laid, I soon felt my blood starting to rush to my groin. Not wanting to freak out my new friend, I tried to pull my hips back a little.

Feeling me move, however, Roxy was having none of that. She placed her hand on my lower back, pulling me back to her and pressing her crotch against me.

"That feels nice," she whispered. "I like it."

"Ummm, thanks," I replied, not knowing what else to say.

The band ended their set after that song and took a break, so Roxy and I went back to my table. The waitress quickly walked up and I ordered us both a drink while Roxy excused herself to go to the ladies room.

A couple of minutes later, Roxy and the waitress both returned to the table at the same time. I stood, thanking the waitress as she smiled at me, and helped Roxy into her seat.

"Ohh, a gentleman I see," she cooed as she sat.

"That's just the way I was raised," I replied as I looked down her shirt, noticing that it seemed opened a little more than while we danced.

"Just not TOO gentle, I hope," she said, smiling at me over the rim of her glass. 

Not knowing what to say, I just raised my eyebrows at her and picked up my beer.

A couple of hours, and quite a few drinks, later, with her hand sliding up and down my thigh, Roxy suggested that we leave.

Drunk and horny, always a dangerous combination for me, I agreed.

As soon as we walked out the door, Roxy took me by the hand and asked where I parked. After I told her that I walked, she giggled and handed me a set of keys. She then led me to her pick-up truck, parked in the back of the lot.

"I wanna see your place," she slurred. "I never been there."

Thinking to myself, 'What the hell? Why not', I helped her into the truck, enjoying the sight as she spread open her legs while she slid in, and then climbed in behind the wheel.

As I started up the truck, Roxy slid closer and began sliding her hand up my thigh again.

"Too bad it's such a short drive," she said in a husky voice as she squeezed my bulge. "I've been told I give great road head."

I looked over at her, shifted the truck into gear, and tore up my driveway, Roxy giggling.

The next morning, we both woke up naked on a double-wide chaise lounge on my deck. I felt completely drained.

"Good morning hot stuff," she said as she looked at me. "It was a long time for you, wasn't it?"

"Only a couple of years," I told her. 

"A couple of years?" she asked, sounding shocked.

"You're the first woman I've been with since my divorce, and the last year plus of my marriage was sexless."

"Geez!" she replied. "What woman would give up a cock like that, especially when it's attached to someone who eats pussy the way you do?"

"Well, thank you," I said, chuckling, not even sure what happened the night before.

"Well, I will tell you this," she told me as she sat up, "you will definitely not be lonely OR sexless living here."

"There are plenty of single, horny, women who will absolutely LOVE to spend some quality time with you!"

"That's good to know," I told her, sitting up.

"And don't think you've seen the last of me, either," she continued. "I'm dying to see the inside of your house next time!" 

I watched silently as she started walking around the deck, gathering her clothes and putting them on.

"I have to warn you, though," she told me a few minutes later, as I walked her to her truck while she buttoned up her blouse, "be careful of the Holly Hill sub-division, or as we call it, 'Holy Hell'."

"I haven't heard much about that area," I replied. "Why should I be careful of it?"

"That is where all of the Bible-thumpers live," she told me. "They are all stuck-up, holier-than-thou types."

"Lovely," I sighed. "Just like mys."

"I'm sure you can get a lot of business out there," she went on, "but they will look down on you because you're not part of their church, and you've got long hair."

"That's ok," I said. "I charge more for dealing with arrogance."

Roxy laughed, and then said that she had to get home, but hoped to see me again soon, for a repeat, indoor performance.

******

A couple of months later, my business was picking up, and I received a call from the pastor at the Holly Hill Evangelical Church, asking me to come out and give them an estimate on a new service. After getting the address, I told the pastor I could be out that afternoon.

As I drove through the subdivision, I was reminded of the movie 'The Stepford Wives.' Everything seemed TOO perfect. Lawns were all uniformly cut, the kids I saw out playing were all, well, a bit TOO well-dressed and clean for kids out playing ... and even though I got a lot of stares, everyone waved as if they knew me all their lives.

Pulling up to the church, I was greeted by the pastor, who reminded me a lot of a used car salesman, just a bit TOO slick for my tastes.

I could see him looking me over and appraising my used truck and long hair as I walked up to meet him, but he acted cordial enough to my face, even with his "church lady" face.

He led me down to the church basement as he was telling me exactly what he wanted, where the electrical closet, such as it was, was located.

"You're the new fellow, aren't you?" he asked after I evaluated his needs. "The one that bought the old Fredrikson land?"

"That's me," I replied.

"Uh-huh. How are you finding it, living here?"

"It's different," I explained. "Growing up in Chicago, and living in the city my entire life, the rural life is taking a little getting used to. I like it, though."

"Chicago, huh?" he replied. "Hmmph."

'Ok,' I thought to myself. 'This is where it starts.'

"What prompted you to move out this way?" he asked. 

"Well, after my divorce, I decided I needed a change of scenery," I answered.

"Divorced, huh?" he replied. "Hmmph."

"Well, you'll find that we here aren't city folk," he told me. "Especially in my congregation, we believe in the Bible. A lot of the Lord's teaching, with a healthy dose of Old Testament discipline thrown in for good measure."

" 'Old Testament discipline'?" I asked. 

"Yes, sir," he answered. "We believe in keeping our children and our women in line ... especially our women ... to protect them, of course."

"Of course," I replied. "To protect them."

'From the likes of people like you,' was the unsaid rest of his statement, I thought.

Not wanting to get into an argument and lose a possible job, I said nothing more as I put away my tools. After promising to send him a written estimate by the next day, I shook his hand and drove away.

That night I wrote up the estimate, including the arrogance up-charge, and sent it off to the pastor in an e mail.

Much to my surprise, I received a reply that same day, asking when I could start the job. I told him I would be there the following Monday, and then went out and celebrated.

*****

Monday arrived, and I was at the church at 7:00 A.M., my normal starting time. Apparently the pastor wasn't expecting me that early, as he looked like he just woke up as he walked out of his house, still in a bathrobe and slippers. 

What caught my attention even more, though, was the woman standing in the doorway looking at me.

Also in a bathrobe, she looked a bit younger than me, and definitely younger than the Pastor. She was petite, with long, dark hair, and what looked like a beautiful, girl-next-door face. I couldn't tell what it was, but something about her was captivating! 

As if he sensed her presence, the pastor wheeled around and stopped in his tracks.

"Get back in the house, woman!" he barked at her.

'It's a damn good thing I didn't see that before I wrote up my estimate,' I thought to myself, 'or my price would have been even higher.'

"Is that your daughter?"I asked, trying to be polite.

"That's my wife," he grumbled, looking at me like I was an idiot.

After the pastor opened up the church basement to me, he left and returned to his house.

"I'll be around if you need me," he grumbled as he walked away.

I went to work, tearing out the old breaker panel and getting it ready for the power company to install the new service.

The entire job took a week to finish, thanks mostly to the pastor's continuing interference, as well as the power company dragging it's feet. I didn't see the pastor's wife again, and I was staring to wonder if he kept her locked up in the house all day.

Soon enough, though, the job was done, and I went to the pastor's house to let him know that I was done.

As I walked from the church to the pastor's house, I saw that the skies had darkened, and I could smell the rain coming. 

As I knocked on the door, his wife answered.

"Hello, sir." she said, looking down at her feet. "You're the electrician. I'll get my husband."

"Ok," I replied, standing there. I caught just enough of a glimpse of her face before she looked down to see that she was probably closer to my age than I thought, and very attractive. As she walked away, she left her front door open, and I watched her ass sway under her long dress.

"Are you finally done?" I heard as the pastor approached the door.

"Just about," I replied. "If you'd come with me, I'll show you the changes that I made, and you can tell me how you want the last bit configured."

"Of course!" he barked, opening up his screen door. "Let's get this done before the storm hits!"

As we entered the church, I walked him through the work that I did, and we came upon the final change. 

I explained that I had tried to get him to tell me exactly how he wanted the final array to be set up, and that I never got an answer, so that was all I had left to do. After getting a mumbled excuse, he told me how he wanted it done, and I asked him to wait a couple of minutes, and I would be finished.

"When I tell you, throw the switch and everything will light up," I told him, as he grumbled again. "But wait until I say so. There is a lot of power going through here, and I would prefer not getting hurt just as I finish the job."

"Of course!" he barked again. "I'm not stupid!"

'No,' I thought to myself, 'just an arrogant asshole.'

After opening the panel, I started connecting the wires the way he wanted the switches set up. The area I had to work in was tight, so I leaned in and rested my head on the edge of the metal box.

"Are you done yet?" he yelled a couple of minutes later, just as I started connecting the main power lines.

"Hold on one second," I replied, leaning back. 

"What?"

"Hold on!" 

Just as I leaned back in to the box and my head touched the edge, I felt a huge jolt, and I was flying through the air. The last thing I remember was my back, and then my head, slamming against something, and I blacked out.

***** 

"Nice tent!" I heard. "I'm going to have to make sure I'm here tomorrow for this guy's sponge bath!"

"I wonder if this is the guy I heard Aunt Roxy telling mom about. He is kinda hot, for an older guy!"

'What the hell is that about?' I asked myself. 'And where am I?'

'More importantly, why do I have this pounding headache?'

I groaned, and then opened my eyes.

"Mr. Jones? Are you awake?" I heard, as I looked around.

"Yeah, I think so. Where am I?" I replied. I turned my head and saw a cute young nurse standing next to my bed.

"You're at Community Hospital. You had an accident. You were electrocuted," she told me. 

"Electrocuted?"

"Yes. You were working at Holly Hills Church, and lightening hit the building. You were zapped pretty good. Do you remember that?" 

"Yeah, I think so. The pastor was yelling something about turning on the lights."

"Ok, let me get a doctor in here to check you out," she said, as she walked out the door.

As I looked around, I noticed my hard-on lifting the sheets on my bed, and I realized that must have been the tent that the nurse was talking about.

'Damn. Not TOO embarrassing! Well, she DID seem to like it! But who was she talking to?'

I continued looking around the hospital room, and I realized that either this was a brand new building, or they had done some major renovations and upgrades. 

My forehead felt like something was on it, and I reached up to touch it. I felt a long, thin bandage across it, going from my right eyebrow up to the left side of my scalp.

A couple of minutes later, the nurse returned with the doctor.

"Mr. Jones, I'm Doctor Smith. How are you feeling?" he asked.

"I've got a pounding headache, and I feel a little fuzzy, but other than that, I guess I'm ok."

He proceeded to run me through some physical tests, all of which I seemed to pass, and then he started talking to me.

"You seem to be in very good condition, considering," he started.

"Considering what?" I asked.

"You were in a coma," he explained. "You were out for two weeks."

"Two weeks?!?" I exclaimed. 

'Stop whining,' I heard, 'you're lucky to be alive.' 

The only thing was, I was watching him. His lips didn't move.

The doctor proceeded to tell me that he wanted to run a battery of tests on me, including a CAT scan and an MRI of my head, and that hopefully I could go home the next day. I saw his lips move that time.

"Do whatever you need to do, doc," I told him. "But could I get something for my head?" 

He told me that he'd prefer I went through the tests first, and afterward I could have some aspirin if I wanted.

'Suck it up, puss. Don't make my day any harder than it needs to be.'

Again, his lips didn't move.

'What the hell?' 

A few hours later, they wheeled me back into my room, where I saw Roxy waiting.

"Oh my God! You're all right!" she exclaimed when she saw me.

"Hi," I replied. "What are you doing here?"

"My niece is the nurse that was here when you woke up," she explained. "She called me a couple of hours ago, and told me you were awake."

'Don't sound so enthused to see me,' I heard in my head. Her lips didn't move.

"Wow!" I replied. "I'm glad to see you!"

"How did she know you knew me?" I asked.

"She must have heard me tell my sister, her mother, about this hot guy that I met a while back that suddenly disappeared two weeks ago," she explained, smiling. 

'A guy who fucked my brains out until I was walking funny!' I heard. No lip movement.

"When you woke up, she called me and told me to come down here to see if it was you." That time, her lips moved.

This was getting very strange.

"Wow," I replied. "Very cool."

Just then, a different nurse came in the room.

"Mr. Jones, how are you feeling?" she asked.

"Getting better, I think," I told her.

"Good. How's your headache?" she asked.

I realized had completely forgotten about the headache. It was gone.

"It's gone," I told her.

"Just like that?" she asked. "Doctor said you were complaining about a pounding headache."

"Now that I think about it, I remember having it when I went to the MRI, but that's the last time I remember having it," I told her.

"Hmm. Interesting," she said, typing on the computer in the room.

"Ma'am, visiting hours are almost over," she then told Roxy.

"Aww. But I just got to see him," Roxy pouted.

"I understand. I know you're Janice's Aunt, so I can give you fifteen minutes, but the doctor wants him to get his rest," the nurse told her. 

"Ok," Roxy replied.

"Hey, the doc said I should be able to go home tomorrow," I told Roxy.

"I'll be here in the morning," she said smiling. 

"You don't have to work?" I asked.

"Tomorrow's Saturday," she told me.

'And when I take you home, I'm gonna nurse you back to health for a couple days, and then wear you down!'

No lip movement. 

"I'll see you tomorrow, sweetie," she said, kissing me on the cheek.

"Your girlfriend was worried about you," the nurse said after Roxy left.

"She's not my girlfriend," I told her. "We're just friends."

"Oh. Ok," she replied. "I'm sorry."

'You must be damn GOOD friends for her to act like that!' I heard, without the nurse saying anything. 'I could use a friend like that myself!'

"No reason to be sorry," I told her, looking at her. "No big deal."

"Ok, well, you get some rest," the nurse told me as she walked out of the room.

'Ok, this is weird,' I thought. 'Why am I hearing them, but they're not talking? That's some kind of sci-fi fantasy bullshit!'

The next morning, I woke up felling very refreshed. Unfortunately, I discovered when they brought me my breakfast, even as new as the hospital seemed, the food was still hospital food.

A new nurse was in my room when they brought it in, and asked how my breakfast was.

"Either my taste buds were destroyed when I got zapped, or this is one of the worst breakfasts I've even had," I told her.

'God, I could go for some real food,' I thought, as I tried to choke down what I assumed was supposed to be eggs. 

The nurse gave me an odd look, giggled.

"Yeah, unfortunately, it's not your taste buds," she told me.

Later that morning, Jennifer, the nurse that was in my room the day before when I woke up, came in.

"How are you feeling?" she asked, perky.

"I'm feeling fine," I told her. "I'm ready to go home!"


Mental Manipulations Ch. 02



As I sat down on the deck with a cup of coffee, I started thinking about everything that had happened over the past couple of days.

'This is some weird shit,' I thought to myself. 'It's like I'm hearing other people's thoughts, and Roxy was almost reading my mind and doing what I wanted her to do. This is like weird sci-fi/fantasy-type stuff! It's like Jedi Mind Tricks, without having to say anything! What the fuck is going on?'

'That doctor wants to go over my tests results with me, which, despite what she said in the hospital, CAN'T be good.'

I realized that one of the first things I had to do was to get my truck, so I went inside and called the pastor.

"I've been waiting for you to call!" he barked as soon as he got on the phone. "That truck of yours is taking up space in my parking lot!"

"Well, I HAVE been a bit out of commission," I told him, trying to remain calm. "It's kind of hard to drive a vehicle when you're in a coma."

"Just come by as soon as you can and get it!" he grumbled.

"I was kind of hoping that you could bring it to me," I replied. "I would gladly drive you back, and then you could pay me for the job, too."

"I'm not driving that thing!" he yelled. "Find a ride and get up here as soon as you can! And I'll pay you when you finish the job!"

"I didn't finish it?" I asked.

"No you didn't finish it!" he bellowed. "I've been without lights in the sanctuary for over two weeks!"

"Well you'll have to excuse me, reverend," I told him, trying even harder not to get mad. "Again, I've been in a coma for two weeks. If I hadn't been electrocuted, you would have had your lights."

"It's PASTOR, not reverend!" he barked. "And you wouldn't have been electrocuted if you'd been more careful! That wasn't not my fault!"

"I'll be there as soon as I can get a ride," I told him, and hung up the phone.

'That was an odd thing to just blurt out,' I thought.

I called Dr. Sharma next and made an appointment with her for the next day. Calling that late, the best they could give me was her last appointment of the day. After that, I started to walk back outside when my phone rang.

"Hi sexy," I heard. "How are you feeling?"

"Not too bad," I told Roxy. "I'm just taking it easy for now."

"That's good. Do you need anything?"

"Yeah," I laughed. "I could use a ride up to Holy Hell to get my truck."

"I can come pick you up around 3:30, when I get done with school."

"School?" I asked.

"Yes, silly, school," she replied. "I'm a teacher."

"Oh, ok. I didn't know that. 3:30 would be great," I told her. 

"I talked to the pastor, and he's being a bit of an ass about my truck. He wants me to pick up 'that thing' as soon as possible."

"That figures," she replied. "Just sit tight, and I'll come get you when I get off .. of work, I mean," she giggled.

"Well, I'm never one to argue with a beautiful woman, so I'll wait for you," I joked.

"Good!" she exclaimed. "I'll be there as soon as I can!"

As I hung up the phone, I realized that I didn't 'hear' anything when I had her or the pastor on the phone. 

'Maybe this mind-reading thing only works in person,' I thought.

I spent the rest of the day catching up on e mails and phone messages, and rescheduled a couple of jobs that I would have done if I wasn't in the hospital.

I finished catching up on things, and then spent the rest of the day relaxing on the deck.

Before I knew it, I heard a car coming down my driveway, and I walked inside, toward the front door.

I looked out the window just in time to see a pair of heels, followed by a short pair of legs, and then the rest of Roxy's body, getting out of her car.

I watched as she walked up the stairs, enjoying how the sunlight lit up her long brown hair. She must have come straight from school, as she was dressed in what I would picture a teacher wearing, and not more casual clothes. 

"Hi there, stud," she said as I opened the front door.

"Hi beautiful," I replied. "Thanks for coming to get me."

"Oh, it's my pleasure," she replied. "And hopefully there'll be more cumming and pleasure later!"

'Ok, now I'm hearing her thoughts again. It's got to be a case of proximity,' I thought to myself.

"Should we go?" I asked.

"Sure. C'mon!" she said, turning around and walking to her car.

I watched her hips and ass sway as I followed her to her car, and took in the view as her pants seemed to grab her ass when she bent over at the passenger side door to unlock it.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know that you were a teacher," I told her as we hit the main road at the end of the driveway.

"That's ok," she laughed. "We never really got around to doing much talking this weekend."

"This is quite true," I replied.

"What grade do you teach?"

"Kindergarten," she said.

"Ahh. Cool age."

"Yeah, I like it," she told me. "They're still young enough to still be innocent at that age."

'And still innocent enough not to wonder why their teacher was messed up, and why she was squirming in her chair all day because her ass was sore and leaking your cum!' I heard.

I looked over at Roxy, and she turned to me.

"What?" she asked.

"Nothing," I replied. "Just enjoying the view."

"Awww, you're sweet," she said, reaching her hand to my thigh.

We pulled up to Holly Hill church a few minutes later. As I got out of her car, I could hear some yelling coming from the house.

"Sounds like the pastor's in a foul mood," Roxy said softly.

I didn't say anything as I walked up the front steps and rang the doorbell.

At the sound of the chimes, the yelling stopped, and the front door was opened a couple of seconds later.

The pastor stood in the doorway, and behind him I could see his wife walk quickly down the hallway.

"You don't call before you come out?" he said gruffly.

"You told me to get out here as quickly as possible," I replied, staring him in the eyes. "I figured that you wouldn't want me to waste the precious few seconds a phone call would take."

He grumbled something incoherent as he stepped out onto the porch. As I looked over his shoulder, I saw his wife standing at the end of the hall with what looked like a large bruise on one side of her face. It also looked like her lip was split.

"How long is it going to take you to finish up?" he barked at me as we walked to the church.

"I don't know," I said. "I don't remember what I was doing what I got hit. It shouldn't be too long, though."

"I hope not," he growled. "My supper will be waiting for me. I'd prefer to eat it while it's still warm."

'Yeah, and I'd have preferred not to have to spend the last two weeks in the hospital, asshole,' I thought to myself.

As we walked into the basement, I immediately walked to where I remember the pastor standing when I was hit. 

As I looked at the switch that he was going to throw, I saw that it was in the 'On' position. I quickly looked at him and said, "You threw the switch before I told you to?"

'Damn! I forgot to shut it back off! Oh DAMN!' 

"I don't know how that got turned on!" he said. "Are you sure it wasn't like that?"

"Reverend, DON'T try to bullshit me," I told him, trying my best to remain calm. 

"I won't be spoken to like that in the house of the Lord!" he yelled at me.

"Then don't try to bullshit me in the house of the Lord," I repeated calmly.

I started at him for a few seconds, and then walked back to the switch box I had been working in.

I saw my tools right where I had left them, as well as my screwdriver that had a large scorch mark from when I was hit.

"I left them right where they were," the pastor said behind me. "I made sure nothing happened to them." 

"Gee, thanks reverend," I said as I looked for another screwdriver to use. "That was mighty ... Christian of you."

The pastor looked very pale as I finished making the last few connections, and I tried to hear what he was thinking, but all I could get was a lot of confusion and garbled thoughts.

"Do you want me to throw the switch for you?" he asked.

"No, thanks," I told him. "You've done quite enough already."

I closed up the box and started walking back to the switch, when the pastor began following me.

"Why don't you stay here, and tell me when the lights come on," I told him, quickly having an idea.

"Ok, sure," he replied, and walked back into the big room.

"I'll be back in a second, pastor. Wait right there," I hollered.

"Ok," was all I heard as I quickly walked up the stairs.

I jogged over to Roxy, and asked if she had a roll of clear tape with her.

"I'm a teacher. What do you think?" she joked.

A couple of seconds later, I was back at the switch, and tossed some dust on it. I then placed a large piece of the tape on top of the dust-covered switch, and lifted off the print that was on there.

As soon as I had the piece of tape in my pocket, I flipped the switch, and the lights came on.

I walked back into the room with the pastor, and showed him how all of the switches in there worked.

"Ok, I'm happy now," he said. "Now, can I go eat my supper?"

"All of my work is done," I told him. "If you'll cut me a check, then I'll leave you in peace."

"Yes, yes. Your check," he grumbled, reverting back to the crabby ass he had started out as. "Follow me."

We walked out toward the house, while Roxy remained in her car. 

"Is she going to stay there the whole time?" he asked, motioning her head toward Roxy.

"I think she just wants to make sure I don't get hurt again," I told him.

I heard what sounded like a 'Hrrumph' as he opened his front door. "Wait here," he told me. "I'll get your check."

'I've got to get rid of this man before he says anything else.' 

He left the front door open, and I saw his wife peek down the hallway.

'I hope he's happy with his supper. Maybe he'll leave me alone tonight, then.' I heard in a woman's voice.

I noticed that the side of her face was slightly swollen and bruised, as was her lip, before she went back into the kitchen.. 

A couple of seconds later, the pastor appeared in the doorway and handed me a check.

"I believe that covers everything," she grumbled.

"That covers the work I did," I replied. 

"Shall I send the medical bills directly to you, or are you going to write them off through the church?" I asked.

'Damn it!'

"I'm not responsible for your bills!" he bellowed.

"Yes, you are," I told him, "and you know it. You know as well as I do that you threw that switch before I told you to."

"I did no such thing!" he yelled. "It was the lightning! It hit the rod on the steeple! That's what caused you to get hurt! It wasn't my fault!"

'Damn it! I don't need this now!'

"Ahh. So, it was an 'act of God' that did this?" I asked, smiling.

"You don't know much about electricity, do you padre?" I asked, still smiling as he stood there speechless.

'Oh crap! What does that mean?'

"I told you before, it's pastor!" he bellowed, obviously trying to ignore the subject.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a curtain flutter. 

'Oh no! The electrician is making pastor angry!' I heard in his wife's voice. 'No! Please don't make him angry! I can't take any more from him today!'

'Don't let him abuse you!' I sent to her.'You don't have to take that from him!'

I thought I heard a soft gasp come from inside the house.

"I'll tell you what, padre," I said, trying to piss him off now, "I'll just send the hospital bills to your address, and I'll let you decide how they get paid. As long as they get paid."

I turned to walk back down the stairs, and then stopped.

"Oh, one more thing, padre," I said, turning back just before he shut the door.

I walked back to him, pulled the screen door open, and stepped in until I was almost nose-to-nose with him.

"If you ever hit your wife again, paying my medical expenses will be the least of your worries. Do you understand me?" I growled softly at him.

'What?!? How...? CRAP!' 

At the same time I heard that in my head, I heard his wife gasp.

"I don't know what you're talking about!" he yelled, spittle flying. "Don't you threaten me in my own house!"

Wordlessly, I turned and walked toward Roxy's car. I heard the front door slam before I was off the porch.

"Ok, I'm done," I told her. "I'm going to stop at the bank before this asshole tries to put a stop payment on the check. Thanks for driving me out here."

"What happened up there?" she asked.

"I don't want to talk about it," I told her.

"Ok, well can I come over tonight?" she asked. 'I want some more of you!'

"I'll tell you what," I said. "Why don't I meet you at the bar? I'll buy you dinner and a couple of drinks, and we'll see where we go from there?"

'See where we go from there? What the hell does that mean?'

"Umm, ok," she replied softly.

"I'm sorry," I told her. "This guy's just got me a bit pissed-off right now, and I need to be by myself for a couple minutes."

"Besides, this'll give you time to go home, and shower and change out of your school clothes if you want."

"Ok, I'll meet you at the bar as soon as I can," she said. 

I turned to look at the house as I started walking toward my truck, and I thought it was very quiet.

About an hour later, I was sitting at the same table Roxy and I sat at the night we met when she came walking in wearing a short dress and short heels. From the sway and bounce of her breasts, I was guessing that she wasn't wearing a bra.

'Oh my god! He's at our table!'

"Hi beautiful," I said as she walked up to join me. I pulled out the chair for her, and helped her slide in. Just then, the waitress walked up and took Roxy's drink order.

"You look good," I told her.

"Thank you," she replied. 'I hope I look good enough to take home!'

"Do you know what you want?" I asked as I saw the waitress walk back toward us.

'Yeah! You!'

"I'm probably just going to have the burger," she said.

"So, are you going to tell me what happened on the pastor's front porch?" she asked after the waitress took our orders.

I thought about it for a second, and then told her that I just didn't want to talk about it right now.

'What the hell? Why the mystery?'

"Ok," she replied. 

We talked for a while, mostly with Roxy asking how I felt, while we ate our burgers. After we ate, we had couple more drinks, and then we decided to leave. I tried not to use my new-found 'talents' during dinner, even reading her thoughts, as difficult as that was.

As we left, I decided to try something new. Instead of sending words to her, I sent a thought to her, in her words, instead.

'You know he's probably really tired. Let him go home alone, and hopefully you'll see him tomorrow,' I sent to her.

"I know you're tired and had a long day" Roxy said as we walked to our cars, "so as much as I want to follow you home and fuck your brains out, I'm going to go home."

'Tell me no. Tell me that you're not that tired.' 

"Ok," I replied. "I probably could use a good night's sleep."

"Which I would DEFINITELY not get if you were there with me," I told her as I took her in my arms.

"This is quite true," she responded, sounding a little disappointed as she kissed me. "Tomorrow night, then?"

"That sounds good to me," I said.

"Ok. I'll call you tomorrow on my lunch."

After I watched her drive off, waving her fingers at me, I got into my truck and headed down my driveway.

I poured myself a glass of bourbon and sat on the deck, thinking about everything that had happened that day, especially my confrontation with the pastor.

I woke up late the next morning to the sound of my phone ringing.

"Hi Mr. Jones, this is Jennifer, from Community Hospital," I heard when I answered it. "I'm just doing a follow-up call to see how you're doing."

"Hi Jennifer. I'm doing fine," I said. 

"Good," she replied. "So, you're not feeling dizzy, or having any headaches, or anything like that?"

"No. I had a headache shortly after I got home, but that went away after I laid down and took a nap," I told her, not adding in that I got it right after her aunt gave me a 'welcome home' blow job.

"That's good!" she replied. "Well, do you need anything?"

As soon as she said that, I could almost hear a crackling in my head. It faintly sounded like a voice saying, 'Anything at all!'

"Nothing that I can think of," I told her. 

'Try again tomorrow,' I thought. 'Maybe a house call?'

"Ok, well, maybe I'll try again tomorrow," she replied a couple of seconds later. "I can always stop by after my shift, if you need me."

'Holy crap! Now this is working over the phone?'

"Ok. I'll talk to you then," I told her.

'Holy SHIT! This is just getting stranger and stranger!'

I spent the rest of the day puttering around the house and getting ready to go back to work. I had rescheduled all of my jobs for next week to allow myself time to recover, so I had the next few days to relax.

I slept late again the next day and spent the morning on my computer, doing some research on brain injuries and psychic abilities. I learned that there was really not a lot of definitive answers, in past due to the fact that a lot of people that had undergone what I had simply never recovered completely. Not exactly a comforting thought, in my opinion.

Around noon, Roxy called, telling me that she wouldn't be able to make it to see me that night, as there had been an incident at her school which was going to require her staying late, as well as meetings with the school board. After making plans to see each other the next day, I started making myself some lunch.

Almost as if on cue, my phone rang again. This time it was Jennifer. 

"Hi Mr. Jones. This is Jennifer, from County Hospital," she greeted me. "How are you feeling today?"

"Hi Jennifer. I'm feeling just fine," I told her.

"Awesome! Do you need anything? I can always stop by later this afternoon, after my shift, if you do."

"Well, if you feel the need to stop by and check up on me, I certainly wouldn't argue," I joked. "I never argue with a visit from a beautiful girl."

"Ok! That sounds great!" she replied, giggling. "I've got your address here, so I will be there later. Say around 5ish?" 

"That sounds fine," I replied.

After I hung up, I went on to the deck again and thought about how quickly things were progressing with my new-found abilities. I also realized that by sending suggestions, making them think that the idea was their's from the beginning, instead of telling them what to do in my own thoughts, seemed to work even better. 

I spent the rest of the afternoon doing busy work, and it wasn't long before I saw a car headed down my driveway. Checking the clock, I saw that it was almost 5, and that this must be Jennifer. I walked out on to the front porch to greet her.

"Hi Mr. Jones," she called out cheerfully as she got out of the little two-door. 

"Hi Jennifer," I replied. "And please, call me Kurt. You're not at work now, so there's no need to be so formal."

"Ok," she giggled as she walked up to the house, "and you can call me Jenny."

"Do you like my new car?" she asked, turning toward it.

"Very nice," I told her. "Since it's brand new, would you like to park it in the garage?"

"Oh, could I?" she asked. "I heard it's supposed to rain soon. That would be awesome!"

I opened the garage door from the house as she walked back to her car, and then closed it again as she started walking toward the house again.

I looked her over as she got closer, and was enjoying what I was seeing. 

In the hospital, the loose scrubs that she wore, combined with everything that I was trying to deal with, didn't allow me to see her body very well. Here in the natural light, in her normal clothes, I was getting a much better look at her.

She was wearing a simple flowery summer dress that clung to her body very well and a pair of flip-flops, but she made it look damn sexy!




Mental Manipulations Ch. 02



Jenny was short, maybe 5' 1", with a very curvy body and curly, shoulder-length hair. She was not thin, carrying a little extra weight, but certainly not fat, either. Her hips were a little wide, with a slight belly, and she looked like she had a little something to hold on to, which I always liked in a woman. 

'He's checking me out! Awesome!'

"I'm sorry I'm a little late," she said as she reached the bottom step of the porch. "I wanted to go home and shower after work."

Her breasts, while not very big, still had a nice bounce to them as she walked up the steps.

"Not a problem," I replied. "You look very nice. That dress looks cute on you. Much nicer than your scrubs!"

"Thank you," she said, smiling. 'Awesome! He likes my new dress! Now I just hope I get to show him what else I'm wearing!'

I could smell her sexy perfume as she walked closer to me, I guided her into the house.

'Drop your keys and bend over to pick them up,' I sent to her as she walked in. 'Show him your ass!'

Just as she walked past the door, she dropped her keys to the floor. As she bent over to pick them up, her dress rode up even higher, and I saw her firm asscheeks, split by a black thong.

"Oops!" she said, giggling as she stood.

"You've got a nice house," she said, looking around. 'I'll bet Roxy just loves the bedroom!'

"Thanks," I replied. "If you've got the time, I'll show you the view from the deck later, and we can have a drink out there."

"That would be awesome!" 'And then I'll show YOU a view!'

"Ok, business first," she said. "You're feeling ok? No headaches, dizziness, nothing like that?"

"No," I told her. "Everything is fine. I'm going a little stir crazy, being here all day, but other than that..."

"That's great to hear!" she replied. "Not about the stir crazy part, but..."

"I know what you meant," I told her, laughing.

"Ok, well, if that concludes the business part of your visit, would you like a drink?" I asked.

"Sure! I'd love one!"

"What do you have a taste for?"

'Some hard cock, and a load of cum down my throat!' "Ummm, how about a Margarita?" she asked. "Can you make one of those?"

"Young lady, I make a killer Margarita," I told her.

"Awesome!" she replied, smiling. 

"If you'd like, why don't you wait on the deck while I use the blender," I told her. "Take in the view while I labor away."

"Ok!" she giggled, and went out through the double doors. 'I hope he makes them strong, so I can show him how tequila makes my clothes fall off!'

As I started filling up my blender, I looked out onto the deck. Jenny was bent over the railing, looking out at the lake, and her dress had slid up a couple of inches, giving me a nice view of the backs of her legs and the bottom curve or her ass.

Her hips were swaying as she stood there, almost like she was dancing to a song in her head. 

I watched as she jumped a little when I turned the blender on, and she looked back at me over her shoulder, catching me looking at her.

A couple of minutes later, I brought the drinks outside and handed her a glass.

"Wow!" she exclaimed as she took her first sip. "That's a strong drink! I like it!"

"Is it too strong?" I asked.

"No! Not at all!" she replied. "I love Tequila!"

"Good."

'Let the sweat from the glass drip down your cleavage,' I sent to her.

Sighing, she lifted the glass to her lips and took another drink, and then let the condensation drip down on to her chest.

Seeing me look at her, Jenny smiled and took another drink.

"God, he looks so sexy sitting there, smiling at me,' I heard. 'I hope Aunt Roxy hasn't got her claws too deep into him yet!'

"Do you mind if I take off my flip-flops?" she asked. "I love going barefoot whenever I can."

"Well, considering that I'm barefoot, it really wouldn't be fair of me to tell you that you can't also, now would it?" I replied. 

"Feel free to take off anything you want," I quickly added, smiling at her.

"Oh, now you're just being naughty," she giggled, pushing her flip-flops under her chair.

"Jenny, I an NEVER 'just being naughty'," I replied, looking deep into her eyes.

"Oh my," she giggled again, finishing her drink.

"Would you like another one?" I asked.

"Sure," she replied. 

"Should I make this one a little weaker?"

"No!" she replied. "I've got the day off tomorrow, so why not enjoy the evening?"

"Good answer," I told her as I walked in to the kitchen.

'Oh man! He's even got a nice ass!'

Smiling to myself, I made another batch of drinks and brought them back outside.

"Mmmm. Nice," she told me after taking a sip. 'I am going to be seriously horny after this drink!'

Hearing that, I decided to turn things up a notch with her.

'See how he reacts to my acting slutty,' I sent back.

I watched as she took another drink from her glass, and she then licked her lips slowly, locking her eyes on mine.

I just smiled at her and started talking about her work, and the hospital. 

She soon finished her drink and turned to set the empty glass on the table. As she moved, her dress rode up her legs, showing more of her thigh.

I kept my eyes on her legs as she turned back, and I then looked up at her.

"Did you like the view?" she asked with a smirk.

"I loved it," I replied. 

"Would you like to see more?"she asked, dropping her hands to her thighs.

"Absolutely!" 

'God! I am so fucking hot right now, I would do him right here! I wanna see the inside of the house, though!'

"Would you like to go inside?" I asked her. 

"Yes!" she replied.

I stood and walked over to her, offering her my hand. I saw her eyes drop to my crotch as she placed her hand in mine.

'Oh damn! That looks so nice!'

I gently pulled her up, and led her by the hand into the house. Closing the glass doors behind her, I then pressed her up against the pane.

Placing my hands on the sides of her face, I leaned in and kissed her. I heard a soft whimper as her lips parted, and our tongues soon began dancing together.

'Holy shit!' I heard as my hands slid down her body while she pulled me tight against her body. 'He is such a hot kisser! I hope I can wait until we get upstairs! His cock feels so good pressed against my belly!'

"Why don't we go upstairs, before I bend you over my kitchen table," I told her as I pulled my lips from hers.

"Ok," she breathed. 'Oh my god! This is going to happen! I'm wet just thinking about it!'

I led her to the stairs, stepping up right behind her and firmly grabbing her ass.

"Ohhh!" she squealed, stopping for a second and pressing her ass against me.

As she raised her leg to the first step, I gently pulled her toward me and slipped one arm around her waist. At that height, her shoulders were just below mine. I raised my other hand and brushed her hair to one side and leaned in, kissing her on her exposed neck.

Jenny sighed softly, leaning against my body while I slid both hands around her chest. As I continued to kiss her soft neck, I cupped her breasts and softly squeezed them.

Jenny then moaned and leaned against me.

'Oh god! I am so fucking horny! Just fuck me now!'

I slowly slid my right hand down her body, gliding my fingertips across her belly and eventually reaching her skirt.

I began gently nibbling on her neck just behind her earlobe as I pressed my fingertips against her mound, and squeezed her breast a little harder.

"Oh god!" she moaned softly.

I slid my right hand down a little further, until it reached the hem of her dress. Slowly, I pulled her dress up until I was able to slip my hand underneath it.

Jenny gasped and arched her hips slightly, pressing her pussy against me as I moved her panties to one side as slid my fingertips across her shaven mound. As I squeezed her breast, I could feel her hard nipple pressing against my hand.

"Your pussy is very wet," I breathed into her ear as I slid my fingers up and down her slit.

"Yesssss," she hissed.

"Tell me what you want," I whispered as my hands continued teasing her.

'Oh, god! I can't tell him that! He'll think I really AM a slut!'

'Let yourself go. Don't hold anything back,' I sent to her as a reply.

"Ohhh shit!" she gasped. "I want to fuck you so bad! I want to suck your big, hard cock! I want to be a slut for you!"

"Mmmmm," I moaned in her ear as I pinched her stiff nipple and flicked my finger across her hard clit. "Then you better get your cute little ass upstairs before I fuck you right here."

"Oh god, yes! Do me right here!" she moaned loudly.

"No," I replied, squeezing her breast. "Get upstairs. Now!"

Jenny's knees buckled and she squealed as I pinched her clit. I then nudged her body forward, slipping my arms from around her soft body and she walked up the stairs as quickly as she could. 

As soon as we reached the upstairs landing, I led her to my bedroom. 

I placed my hands on her hips and led her over to a full-length mirror that was built in to the wall.

I then stepped behind her again and started unzipping her dress. She moaned again and lay her head against my chest.

"Open your eyes and look in the mirror," I whispered in her ear.

Jenny moaned again and then moved her head. She watched as her dress soon dropped to the floor.

Without my telling her, she stepped out of the dress and kicked it to the side. I then unhooked her bra, and helped it slide off of her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor also.

I began slowly and softly sliding my hands up her belly, and she started moaning louder, leaning against my chest again. 

'Oh shit! I think I'm gonna cum just from him touching me!'

Smiling to myself, I cupped the bottoms of her tits and gently squeezed them, avoiding any contact with her stiff nipples.

"Oooohhhhhhhh," she moaned, rubbing her ass against my bulge.

I moved my hands from her tits and slid them down the length of her arms. Grasping her wrists, I lifted her arms and stepped forward, bringing both of us closer to the mirror. I then leaned her in to the wall, placing her hands high up on the glass surface. 

"Keep your hands up here," I whispered in her ear, "and keep your eyes open."

Jenny moaned again, and I slowly kissed my way down her back.

I stopped briefly to kiss the butterfly tramp stamp on her lower back, and then knelt behind her and began to slowly slide her lacy black thong.

I slid the moist fabric from around her ankles and tossed it aside, and spread her legs apart. As I knelt behind her, looking at her soft, curvy ass and wet pussy, I decided to play with her mind a little.

'Don't wait. Reach down and touch your pussy!' I sent to her.

Jenny gasped and moaned, and her hand quickly went between her legs. I let her slide her fingers up and down her soaking wet slit, and then I reached around and pulled her hand away.

'NOOOOO!'

"I told you to keep your hands on the wall," I said as I swatted her ass. 

She yelped, and her hand quickly went back up on the wall to join the other one.

"I'm sorry," she moaned. "I'm just sooo horny!"

"Do you want to play with yourself," I asked as I softly kissed her asscheeks, "or would you rather I did that?"

"YOOOOUUU!" she moaned as I slowly dragged my tongue up and down the crack of her ass. 

"I thought so," I said softly.

I reached a hand up to Jenny's back and pushed her toward the mirror a little more, and arching her ass out. 

I spread her legs open further, and with both hands on her asscheeks, I pulled them apart and leaned in.

She gasped and moaned again as I began softly flicking my tongue at her clit, which was standing out like a small cock.

"Ooohhhyeeaaaah!" she moaned, leaning in to the mirror even further. 

"Keep you eyes open," I reminded her.

"Yess!" she replied.

I continued licking her pussy from behind for a couple of minutes, and when my neck started getting sore I turned around and sat in front of her, my back to the wall.

"Ohhhhh shiiittt!" she gasped when I started gently sucking on her clit.

'Arch your back and press your tits against the glass.'

I heard a sharp intake of breath as she leaned in, and her nipples pressed against the cold glass of the mirror.

"Are your eyes open?" I asked as I released her long, stiff clit.

"Yes!" she breathed.

"What do you see?"

'Oh fuck! Quit teasing me and make me cum!'

"Myself!"

"Are you close to coming?"

'Yes! Damn it!'

"Yesss!"

I gave her clit a few more quick flicks with my tongue, then I slid out from under her and stood.

'What the fuck? Why did he stop?'

"Oh god! I was so close!" she whined softly.

"Soon, baby. Soon," I told her as I stood behind her. Our eyes met in the mirror and she had a look bordering on desperation in hers.

I turned both of us until we were almost sideways to the mirror, and then placed my hands on her shoulders.

With a gentle nudge, Jenny got down on her knees and reached her hands up to my shorts. She then started opening them, sliding them down to my ankles.

"Ohhhhh!" she moaned softly as she looked at my bulging boxer briefs.

'Holy crap! It looks even bigger now than it did under the sheets in the hospital!'

'Lean in and pull them down,' I sent.

I watched as Jenny leaned forward and hooked her fingers under the elastic waistband and then slowly pulled my underwear down.

As my hard cock was released, it sprung up and hit her just under her nose.

"Oh!" she exclaimed as the head of my cock hit her face.

'Oh my god! This thing is huge! I've never had one this thick!'

'You need to try to swallow it. Take it deep.'

'I don't know how deep I can take him! He's kinda long, too!"

"Try! Be a slut for him! Out slut Aunt Roxy!'

"Oh yes!" she whispered as she wrapped her fingers around my shaft.

I continued watching as she started slowly stroking me, and then leaned in closer.

Hesitating for a second, she opened her lips and slowly slid them down the length of my pole.

'Oh my god! My jaw is soo stretched!'

'Relax your throat. Open it up.'

I turned my head to watch in the mirror, and heard Jenny gag a little as she took me as deep as she could.

"Ohh, that's so good!" I encouraged her." Look at yourself in the mirror while you suck my cock!" 

I could feel Jenny moan as she turned her head, keeping my rod in her mouth.

'Oh damn, that looks hot!' 

The sight obviously turned her on, because she kept her eyes on the mirror as she started bobbing her head up and down, sucking me harder.

'Oh damn!' I thought to myself. 'This girl loves to suck cock!'

I reached one hand down to hold the back of her head, and Jenny then reached her hands up and grasped my ass, keeping her eyes glued on the mirror the entire time. 

'Oh god! This is so hot!' she thought. 'I want him to cum, but I don't want to have to stop this!'

Jenny would moan every time she took my shaft deep down her throat, and I could feel the vibrations in my balls.

She started taking lees of me in her mouth, and began quickly stroking me. We stayed in front of the mirror for a couple more minutes when I felt my balls start to churn.

"Oh damn!" I said. "You're going to make me cum if you keep that up."

"Mmmm! Oh yeah!" she moaned, momentarily letting my pole slip from her mouth. "That's the whole idea!"

Jenny plunged her mouth back down the length of my shaft and started sucking it even harder.

"Oh damn!" I moaned a few minutes later "I'm gonna cum!"

"MmmHmm!" she moaned.

Seconds later, I grabbed her hair and pulled her head in tightly as I began thrusting my hips at her face.

"OhhFUCK!" I bellowed as I felt my cock begin to spew in her mouth.

"MmmMMM!" she moaned as I emptied my load down her throat. 'Oh god, yes! Finally!'

My hips pushed against her face as I continued to spurt, and Jenny tried to keep up with it, swallowing quickly.

Finally, I released her hair and pulled my hips back.

'Damn! I was starting to think he was never going to stop cumming! I thought he was going to drown me!'

"Holy shit!" she said, leaning back and looking up at my still semi-hard rod. "Are you getting hard again already?"

"Sweetheart, it never completely went down," I replied. "Now get your ass on the bed. It's my turn."

"Oh my!" she giggled. 

Jenny giggled as she sat back on my bed and then lay flat and scooted herself back to the middle of the mattress.

I walked over to the edge of the bed and grabbed her ankles, pulling her back to the edge.

She yelped as I roughly pulled her toward me, and then she watched as I knelt on the carpeted floor between her knees.

She moaned softly as I began kissing her inner thighs, slowly working my way up to her pussy, which was wet and shiny, her inner lips already spread open.

"Ohhhhshittt!" she gasped as I then slowly slid my tongue from her warm, wet hole all the way up her slit to her clit.

I began paying special attention to her hard, protruding clit, which stuck out from under it's hood at least a half-inch.

"Oooohhhhhh yeessss!" she hissed as I flicked my tongue across her clit.

'Holy shit! He's good at this! Finally, a man that knows what he's doing with a clit!'

I smiled to myself when I 'heard' that, and I then leaned in and took her big clit in between my lips and stated sucking on it gently.

"Oh my god! Yes!" she yelled as I started sucking harder.

'Oh shit! I'm going to explode! I've never cum this fast!'

"Oh fuck! I'm gonna cum!" she exclaimed, reaching her hands down and pulling my head in close.

I slowed down a little, teasing her, as I brought my hand up underneath her ass.

'Oh god! Why'd he stop?'

Jenny gasped as I slowly started wiggling a finger at the mouth of her wet pussy, and then gasped even louder as I wiggled another finger on her asshole, which was coated with her flowing juices.

"Oh shit! He's playing with my ass! Oh damn, I feel sooo good!'

I continued to wiggle both fingertips as I slid one into her pussy and pressed a little harder on her asshole with the other.

"Oohhh yeeaaAAHHH!"

I started sucking on her clit harder again, causing her body to jump, and she pulled my head in tighter.

'Holy shit! I'm almost there! He's gonna make me cummm!'

"Oooohhhhhhh yeeeahhhhh!" she moaned loudly. "Oh my god! I'm..."

Before she could cum, or even finish her sentence, I suddenly stopped and leaned back.

"Whaa...?" she muttered as I slowly stood.

'What the fuck? I was just about to cum! Why'd he stop again?'

Jenny's eyes popped open as I stepped up between her legs and stood at he edge of the bed.

"Why did you stop?" she demanded. "I was right there!"

"So I could do THIS," I told he, thrusting my hard cock deep inside her, burying myself in one push.

"Ohhh FUCK!" she exclaimed, her eyes and head rolling back.

She locked her legs around the back of mine and held me still for a few seconds, grasping the sheets tightly.

'Holy shit! Hold him still for a minute!'

I slowly started moving my hips, first wiggling them sideways, causing her to moan and move her hips up and down, and then slowly sliding the length of my shaft in and out of her pussy.

"Oohhh yeahhhh!"

After a couple of minutes, I pushed back on her legs and placed her knees almost to her chest. I then started fucking her faster.

"Ohh! Oohhhh! Oooohhhhhh!" she grunted as I continued pistoning my cock. 

'Oh my god! He's hitting spots that I've never had hit before! I've gotta remember this position!'

Jenny's eyes were starting to flutter and she was pulling harder on the sheets.

'Oh my god! He'd better not stop now! I'm gonna cum so hard!'

'Squeeze down on his cock,' I sent to her.

I felt her pussy start to clamp down on my shaft as it slid in and out through her growing wetness.

'Oh. My. God! I'm gonna cum! Oh fuck! Yes!'

'Oh my god! Fuck me! I'm gonna cum!" she gasped.




Mental Manipulations Ch. 02



"Let me hear it," I told her. "I want to hear it, and feel it when you cum.'

"Oh yes! Oh yeah fuck me harder! I'm cumming!"

I started pounding my hips against her ass, and Jenny clamped down tighter on my pole as her tits were bouncing up and down on her chest.

Jenny released the sheets and reached down to my ass, digging her nails into the backs of my legs as she pulled me in closer.

"OhhhhhhYEEEAAHHH!" she yelled. "Oh fuck! I'm cumming! Yesssssss!"

I could feel her pussy spasming around my shaft, and her juices were almost frothing around my pubic hairs as her orgasm swept over her.

"OOOOHHHHHYEAAAH!"

I slowed down for a moment, letting Jenny come back from her orgasm.

"Oh my god!" she gasped a few seconds later. "That was fucking intense!"

"Good," I replied as I started fucking her again. "I'm glad you liked it. But I'm not done yet." "Yesss!" 

'Holy shit! This guy's like a fucking machine!'

'Tell him what you want. He'll like that.' 

"Ohh yeah!" she moaned. "I want to roll over."

I smiled to myself, and slowly slid my wet cock out of her pussy.

Jenny moaned as the empty sensation hit her, and she slid off of the bed, down to the floor.

"I can't believe you're still hard," she said softly as she wrapped her fingers around my shaft.

"Enjoy it," I told her. "I know I am!"

"Oh, so am I!" she replied as she leaned in and slid her lips down my rod.

"Oh yeah!" I gasped as her nose hit my wet pubic hair.

"Mmmm! I love the way my pussy tastes!" she said, leaning back on her heels. "Now fuck me and make me cum again!"

She reached a hand up to me, and I helped her stand. She then leaned in and kissed me, lettignme taste her pussy juices on her lips, and then turned around.

She bent over, laying her belly and chest on the bed and started wiggling her ass at me.

"Come and get it!" she giggled, looking over her shoulder.

I stepped up behind her and slid the head of my cock up and down her slit. I then lined it up with her still seeping hole, and leaned in, plunging my length into her.

"Oh fuck!" she exclaimed as my hips slammed into her ass.

'God damn! That hurts so good!'

I held tightly to her ass cheeks and started thrusting my hips at her, fucking her harder and faster.

I fucked her like that for a couple of minutes, pulling her asscheeks up and apart.

'Oh shit! I'm gonna cum again!'

"Ohh! Ohh! Oohhhh! Oooohhhhh!"

"Oh yes! Fuck me! Fuck me fuck me fuck me!" 

"Ohh! Ooohhhhh! OoohhhhYEEEAAAHHH!" she screamed.

I felt Jenny's pussy clamp down on my shaft again as her body started quivering. There was a squishing sound coming from her as I continued thrusting in and out, and when I gave her one hard, fast push, I saw some of her juices splash up on to her ass.

'Oh my god! I'm gonna be dehydrated, I'm cumming so much!'

"Oohhhhh," she moaned into the bed. 

"Holy crap!" she gasped, reaching her hand back to my body. "Please stop for a minute! My pussy is so sensitive!"

I slowly slipped my cock from her wet hole and slapped it between her asscheeks, briefly contemplating her asshole.

I began sliding my rod up and down between her cheeks, occasionally dipping the head back into her, as I paid attention to coating her rosebud with her juices.

'Oh no! Not my ass! I'm not ready for that yet!'

'You've gotta make him cum! Be a good little slut for him and make him cum real good!' I sent.

Jenny then moaned, and started sliding up on to the bed. I watched as she rolled over on to her back, and spread her legs wide. 

'I've got to make him cum! Make him cum so good, he forgets Aunt Roxy!'

"Ok, c'mon, baby," she breathed as she slid her hand down her belly to her clit. "Fuck my tight, sore, little pussy!"

Still released my slick, shiny shaft, and grabbed her ankles. Jenny squealed loudly as I pulled her roughly toward me, and I then plunged my cock back deep inside her.

"Ohhhhfuuuuck!" she moaned. 'Damn, my pussy is still sore! I hope he cums soon!'

Hearing that, I slowed down and slid my cock in and out slowly and gently, not wanting to end this too quickly, and wanting her to enjoy it as much as possible.

"Ohhyeahhhh," she moaned softly, closing her eyes as she wrapped her legs around my back. "Soooo good!"

'Oh yeah! Much better!'

I continued to slowly fuck her for a few minutes, until she began moving her hips in rhythm with me.

"Ohh fuck me!" she moaned a little louder. "I'm gonna cum!"

'Tell him what you want. He's probably afraid to hurt you now.'

Jenny's eyes opened and she looked up at me.

"Fuck me good!" she said, almost growling. "Pound my little pussy!"

"Are you sure you can take THIS?" I asked, slamming into her on the last word.

"YESSS!" she exclaimed, reaching her hands out and squeezing my arm hard. "Fuck me!"

I reached my hands up to her heaving tits and squeezed them as I began thrusting harder, and Jenny's moans increased.

"Oh my god!" she exclaimed loudly. "I'm cumming! Ohmygod! I'm cumming again!"

Jenny's body began shaking as her next orgasm swept over her, and her hands shot up and covered mine, squeezing them as I tightly gripped her tits.

'Holy shit! This bastard STILL hasn't cum! I can't take anymore! I won't be able to walk for a week!'

I stopped thrusting against her and slowly began sliding my still hard cock from her hot, wet depths. I looked down and saw that her bare pussy lips were almost blood red.

"Oh thank god!" she breathed, opening her eyes again and looking at me as she eventually came down from her orgasm. "My poor little pussy can't take any more!"

"I can't believe that you haven't cum yet!" she told me, looking at my pole. "Doesn't my pussy do it for you?"

"Oh yeah!" I told her, slowly stroking my length. "I was real close. I always try to make sure my partner has had enough, first."

"Holy crap! I had so much 'enough,' I may not be able to walk tomorrow!"

"But now I want to make sure you cum," she continued. "That looks too good, and too painful, to leave like that!"

"That would be good," I replied, smiling at her. "How do you plan on taking care of that?"

"Like this," she answered, spinning around on the bed until her head was hanging off.

She then reached her arms out and grabbed my asscheeks, and pulled me toward her open mouth.

We both moaned as I slid the head of my cock between her lips, and slowly sank my shaft in deeper.

'Oh damn! He's covered in my juices! I taste myself more than I taste him! Even his balls and pubes are soaked!'

I leaned in and wrapped my hands around her tits and started pinching her nipples as she began bobbing her head up and down.

"Oh damn!" I moaned. "That feels so good!"

"Are you getting close?" she asked, briefly releasing my cock.

"Oh yeah! You keep that up and it won't be long!"

'Tell him where you want his cum! Be a good slut and tell him where you want it!' I sent, wanting to see just what she wanted for a grand finale'.

"Cum all over my face!" she gasped, releasing my cock again and furiously stroking it. "Cum on my face and my tits!"

She then started sucking my cock harder, and stroking me faster, until she brought me over the edge.

"Ohhh yeahh!" I bellowed. "I'm gonna cum!"

"Yessss!" she squealed, leaning back and closing her eyes.

I released one of her nipples and slid my rod from her mouth. I started quickly stroking my cock, and seconds later I felt the beginnings of my load spew from my cock.

"Ohhhyeahh!" I exclaimed as I began spurting.

Jenny squealed again, as I aimed my cock at her face and then her chest. As my shaft continued to spit out my load, she reached a hand up and took my cock from me. She milked me, and soon had her face, and then her heaving tits, coated with my cum.

"Holy shit!" I breathed heavily. "That was great!"

"Yesss!" she exclaimed, turning her face up at me as she released my pole.

I watched as she used her fingers to scoop my load off of her face, and she then licked her fingers clean before she started on her tits.

'Holy shit! He came almost as much the second time as he did the first! What is it with this guy? Are all older men like this?'

Tired and drained, I stepped over to the bed and collapsed on it, my head at her knees.

I felt her move off of the bed, and I turned myself so that my head was on the pillows. Soon, I felt Jenny lay down next to me, and lay her head on my shoulder.

"That was amazing," she said softly. "YOU are amazing!"

"You're pretty damn amazing yourself," I replied.

As I dozed off to sleep, I could hear the rain falling outside, and I wondered just what physical changes had occurred to my body, too.



Mental Manipulations Ch. 03



I woke up the next morning with a very intense throbbing in my groin. As I looked down, I saw Jenny's head slowly bobbing up and down on my cock.

'I can't get enough of this cock! Too bad my pussy's so sore! I'd wake him up with a real good ride!'

"Hey!" she said, looking up at me when she felt me stir. "You're finally awake!"

"I guess so," I replied, laying my head back down.

"I hope you don't mind," she giggled, releasing my pole again, "but I thought I'd have a little cream before I had my morning coffee."

"I don't mind at all," I said, reaching my hands down to her head.

A few minutes later, as I recovered from my pleasant awakening, I watched as Jenny walked into the bathroom.

"I'm gonna take a shower, if that's ok with you," she said over her shoulder. "After last night, I REALLY need one!"

"Help yourself," I told her.

As I heard the water turn on in the shower, I resumed wondering what physical changes had occurred to my body along with the mental ones. I was fucking like a teenager again, with my hard-ons and recovery time better than they had been in years.

A couple of hours later, after I made breakfast for Jenny and myself, I walked her to the garage where she had parked her car. As we walked across the wet ground, I noticed tire tracks in the mud.

"Can we get together again, soon?" she asked as she got into her car.

"I'd like that," I told her.

"Cool! Me too!" she replied, smiling.

*****

Around 2:00, as I was sitting in my home office, I heard a car pull up in my driveway. I walked to the front of the house just as Roxy was getting out of her car.

"Hi!" I said as she walked up to my porch. "This is a nice surprise!"

"Is it?" she asked, not looking very happy. 

"I'm sorry?" I replied.

"Did you have fun last night with your new girlfriend?"

'Shit!' I thought. 'How the hell did she know about last night? Better yet, how MUCH does she know?'

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Don't play stupid with me!" she yelled. "I came by here last night to see you, so I could blow off some stress after the day I had!" 

"Your windows were open! I heard some woman yelling! You must have given her a real good time!"

'Ok,' I thought, 'she said 'some woman.' That tells me that she doesn't know I was with Jenny. That's a good start.'

"Yes, I was," I told her. "Why don't you come in and we can talk, instead of arguing out here?"

"I'm not going inside with you!" she yelled. "I'm perfectly fine right here!"

"Ok, suit yourself," I told her. "Can we at least talk, instead of yelling?"

'Calm down and talk to him. At least hear him out,' I sent to her.

"Fine," she replied quickly, sitting down on the bottom step. "Talk."

I wanted to talk to her without sending too many messages, so I quickly started thinking about how to approach the situation.

"I know you're upset," I told her, "but we never discussed a relationship."

"You're the first woman I've been with since my divorce," I continued. "I'm not ready for a committed relationship yet."

Roxy sat and looked at me for a second. 

"Who was she?" she asked.

"Does it matter?" I replied. "It was a spontaneous thing."

"Tell me this, at least. Did you meet her at the bar?"

"No, I didn't," I told her.

"Look," I said, "if we wind up down the road as a couple, I would have no problem with it. But right now, I honestly don't think that it would be fair to either of us to get into a committed relationship until I'm ready for one."

She sat and glared at me for a minute, and then stood up. 

"Fine," she replied, and walked off to her car.

"Roxy," I said, "please don't leave like this. Stay and talk to me."

"I need some time to think," she replied. "I'll call you later."

I sat and watched as she got back into her car and drove away.

'Well, I wonder how THAT is going to turn out,' I thought.

*****

Later that afternoon, I went to the professional building down the street from the hospital, to Dr. Sharma's office. 

I walked into her office, and was greeted by her receptionist. 

"You must be Mr. Jones," the cute black girl said.

"I must be," I replied smiling.

"I'll let her know that you're here," she told me. 

'Lucky bitch! You're cute!'

"She'll be with you shortly," she told me. "You're lucky you were able to get in so quickly, and so late in the day. 

'I can see why she'd want to stay, though! Usually, we're closing up for the day by now. Too bad she's so uptight and conservative! She won't do anything with this guy!'

"I'm sorry," I replied. "You don't have to stay on my account, though. I'm sure I'll be okay until the doctor comes out."

"You don't mind?" she asked. "I really do need to go pick up my son from school."

"Go," I told her. "I'm a big boy. I'll be fine."

'A big boy. Yeah, that's what they all say'

"Oh, that's awesome! Thank you so much!" she said as she took her keys from her purse.

A couple of minutes later, the door opened up and Dr. Sharma walked out.

She was shorter than I remembered, standing about six to eight inches shorter than me, but her eyes were brighter, too. 

'Wow!' I thought. 'She didn't look this good in the hospital!'

The doctor walked up to me wearing a cream-colored sleeveless dress that reminded me of one that Audrey Hepburn would have worn. The dress ended about half-way between her knees and her ass, and seemed to hug every curve she had. It especially hugged what looked like a very nice, full pair of breasts. Extending down from the dress was a firm pair of bare legs, ending in heels that matched the dress.

The color of the dress matched nicely with the mocha color of her skin, and also with the long, black hair that she had tied back.

"Mr. Jones," she said in her Indian British accent, extending her hand as I stood. "I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long." 

"Not at all," I replied, taking her hand.

'He looks just as good as I remember.'

She held on to my hand for a second, and when she finally pulled it away, she walked to her office door and locked it.

"Please, follow me," she told me as she turned back toward the inner door.

'I would follow your ass anywhere!' I thought, looking down at her backside.

Dr. Sharma turned and smiled at me, and then continued through the door.

She led me to her private office and motioned for me to sit on a leather sofa.

"I hope you don't mind," she said, "but I find it a bit more comfortable sitting here rather than at my desk."

"Not a problem, doctor," I replied.

"Please, call me Abhi," she told me.

"Abhi? That's a beautiful name," I replied.

"Thank you. It's short for Abhilasha. That's Hindi for 'desire'," she told me.

"Ahh. Quite an appropriate name," I said, smiling. She smiled back at me, and then sat in a stuffed chair close to the sofa.

"So, how are you feeling?" she asked as she smoothed her skirt.

'Horny, looking at you!'

"I'm feeling fine," I told her.

"No more headaches?" she asked.

"I had one shortly after I got home," I told her, again avoiding telling her that it came after Roxy's blow job, "but I took a nap, and by the time I woke up, it was gone.

"Good. Very good," she replied. "Were you doing anything strenuous when it hit you?"

"Umm, it depends on what you call 'strenuous', I guess," I told her with a smile.

She looked at me for a second, and when I didn't continue, she said, "So, it's safe to say that it didn't just pop up out of nowhere, then?" 

"No," I replied.

"Ok. No more since then?"

"No. Everything been fine since that one," I told her.

"Very good."

"Ok, well I had a chance to go over the results of your second CAT scan and MRI, and the results are very interesting," she said.

"Hmmm," I replied. "Interesting is not exactly a word that I think I want to hear from a Neurologist in this situation."

The doctor laughed softly and smiled. She leaned back and crossed her legs before she continued.

"I assure you, it doesn't appear to be anything that we need to worry about. You said that you've only had the one headache, and that very well could have been caused by your 'strenuous activity.' The fact that it went away after you slept bodes well for you."

'My god, you've got gorgeous legs,' I thought, looking at the newly exposed span of her outer thigh. 

'Turn a little and show him your legs. He seems to like them,' I suggested.

Dr. Sharma, or Abhi, looked at me for a second, and then turned toward me slightly.

"Ok, then explain why the results are so interesting," I told her.

"Well, as I explained in the hospital, you appear to have activity in areas that we normally don't see much, if any, activity."

"In addition, there appears to be increased activity than we normally see in the area right behind where your scar on your forehead is."

"You said that you don't NORMALLY see activity in these areas," I interjected. "When you DO see it, where, or in whom, do you see it?"

"That is a good question," she replied. "I've done some research, and it appears to be seen only in people that have, I guess you could say, a type of TRUE psychic ability."

I sat there stunned for a second. I kept my best poker-face as I began thinking about everything that had happened over the last couple of days.

"Ok, and what does all of this mean?" I finally asked.

"Well ideally, I would love to do some more testing on you," she replied after a couple of seconds.

'I would love to do some VERY PERSONAL research on you,' I heard in her voice.

I thought about that for a few seconds, and then looked at her.

"I'm going to have to think about that for a while," I told her. "I'm not sure I want to be subjected to any more tests unless it's medically necessary, and this doesn't sound like a necessity."

"No, I admit, this would be purely for research purposes," she replied.

'The only research I want to happen right now is the two of us researching each other's bodies. Especially with me doing some in depth, probing research on you!' I thought.

She looked at me again, and I saw a small smile cross her lips.

"Well, if you decide that you would be willing, I can set aside an entire day for you," she told me. 

'Oh, I'm willing. The questions is, how willing are YOU?'

She smiled at me again, and I told her that I was willing to think about it.

"Ok then. Well until you make that decision, I think I've covered everything," she said as she started to stand.

I continued to sit for a second, watching her legs, and then I stood also.

"Would you be interested in dinner?" I asked.

"Well as your doctor, I'm really not supposed to socialize with my patients," she replied.

"Well then, we won't socialize," I told her. "I have a lot more I'd could discuss about my tests, if you want..."

'That will be ok. We can still be mostly professional,' I sent.

Abhi smiled at me, and replied, "I suppose that would be acceptable."

"Good," I said, as we walked to the front door. Before we left, I decided to send her one more suggestion.

'It's been a long day. I should let down my hair. I hope he likes my long hair!'

To my pleasant surprise, Abhi stopped for a moment and pulled her hair from its tie and shook it loose.

"Ahh. That is much better," she said as she looked at me. "I hope you don't mind, but it's been quite a long day. I just needed to let my hair free."

"I don't mind at all," I replied. "I love long hair, and yours is quite beautiful. You look much better with your hair down."

"Thank you," she responded. If I didn't know any better, I would've sworn that she blushed.

On the way down the elevator, I let her chose the restaurant, and soon we were in my car, headed toward a seafood place.

As we ate, I asked her a couple of questions about any research that's been done concerning the type of activity they found in my brain, and she admitted that there hasn't been a lot, which was why she wanted to do some with me.

'I'd really like to do some physical research on you right now. I would love to break in my new leather couch with you,' I sent. 

'What am I thinking?' I heard. 'You are a doctor! A professional researcher! You shouldn't be playing like a hooker!'

'You are NOT playing like a hooker! You ARE very horny, and you DO need him for your research!' I sent back.

"The good thing," she told me a couple of seconds later, smiling at me, "is that there is plenty of room for more research. Many different kinds of research."

"That sounds intriguing," I replied, smiling back at her.

"I'm still not sure that I want too much more research done on me, though," I told her.

'Take him back up to your office and convince him. Convince the hell out of him!'

"Well, I hope you'll allow me to try and persuade you further," she replied, looking in my eyes. 

"I think I can allow that," I told her, smiling.

A few minutes later, we were driving back to her office.

'You've almost got him. Get him upstairs!' I sent to her as we pulled up to her office building.

'Oh my god! I really shouldn't do this! But he IS very sexy, and I AM very horny...'

"Will you come upstairs with me?" she asked. "Give me a chance to persuade you to allow me to do more research on you?"

"Persuade away, doctor," I replied, opening the door for her.

I could almost feel the internal conflict leave her, and her heat rise, as we rode the elevator up to her office.

'Take control of the situation,' I sent to her. 

'You've got him alone. You need him for your research, AND it's been too long since you've had a man. Take advantage of the situation! NOW!'

I stood behind Abhi, my eyes scanning up and down her body, as she unlocked the door to her office. 

As soon as we entered, she locked the door and led me to her private office.

"Please, sit," she told me, motioning to her sofa. "Make yourself comfortable."

As I reclined into the leather cushions, Abhi leaned back on the edge of her desk and crossed her ankles.

"So, Mr. Jones," she started, "what will it take for me to convince you to allow me to do more research with you?" 

"Well, I believe that earlier you used the word 'persuade.' Just what did you have in mind to 'persuade' me?"

"Oh, I think I can be VERY persuasive, if need be," she replied.

"Well then by all means, Doctor. Please, persuade me," I told her, smiling.

Abhi uncrossed her ankles and slowly walked toward me. Straddling my legs, she then bent her knees until her ass rested on my legs.

"The methods of persuasion that I had in mind would be considered most unprofessional," she said softly as she slid herself forward. "I hope that doesn't bother you."

I looked down as her skirt slowly slid up her legs, resting just below her crotch.

"I think the more unprofessional, the more persuasive," I replied, looking back up at her. "I might be VERY HARD to persuade otherwise.

"I will do my very best, then," she told me.

"Something tells me that your 'very best' could kill me," I laughed as I slid my hands around her ass.

"That's ok," she replied softly, as she slid forward. "I'm a doctor. I know just how to revive you."

"Oh, I bet you do," I said just as she leaned forward and kissed me.

Our lips pressed together and our tongues began to dance with each other as I grabbed tightly on to her firm asscheeks and squeezed them. Abhi moaned into my mouth and wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me in tighter as we continued kissing.

'Wow! This man is a very good kisser! I hope that he is just as good at other things with his mouth!'

I felt her start to move her hips forward, pressing her mound against my quickly hardening cock. I then began to slide my hands forward, and soon had them slipping up under her skirt.     'I am so glad that I decided to shave my legs all the way up, and trim my bush this morning!'                                             I smiled to myself, and began to move my thumbs toward her inner thighs, slowly getting close to her pussy.

"So, doctor," I asked, catching my breath as our lips parted, "what is the first step in your attempt to persuade me to be your test subject?"

"Well, as a professional, my first step would have to be a complete physical examination," she replied. 

"I believe we should start right here," she continued, as she slid off of my lap and knelt on the floor between my legs.

'Oh, this feels very nice. He fills my whole hand!' I heard as she wrapped her fingers around the bulge in my pants.

"You're the doctor," I told her. "Whatever you think is best."

"Yes, I do think this is the best course of action," she said, squeezing my hard rod.

"I think you should stand up, so I can help you remove these pants," she told me. "That would greatly help me in my examination."

"Whatever you say, doctor," I replied as I stood. Almost as soon as my ass was off of the sofa, Abhi reached her hands up and began opening my pants. She soon had them sliding down my legs, bunching up around my ankles.

'Oh my! That looks even better without the pants covering him up! Let's see what he looks like bare!'

She gave my shaft a quick squeeze, and then pulled my boxers down, causing my hard cock to spring up, finally free.

'Oh yes! That is a very nice slab of meat! Very thick. He is going to fill me up perfectly, in EVERY way!'

'I wonder if I can even get my lips all the way around it!'

"I think you should sit down, Mr. Jones," she said, slowly stroking my rod. "You seem to have a massive shift in your blood flow, and I would hate to have you pass out on me now!"

"You're the doctor," I repeated, smiling at her as I sat back down. Abhi continued to stroke my cock, her eyes fixed on the soft, cushiony head.

'This really is a wonderful staff,' I heard as she lowered her face to my groin.

"Oh, damn!" I moaned as I felt her soft, wet lips slide slowly down my hard cock. 

Abhi was applying the right amount of suction, friction, and saliva as she worked her lips and tongue up and down my shaft. As she worked her way back up to the head, I could feel her tongue dance across the corona, adding to the sensations.

'Show him how good of a cock sucker you are. Relax your throat muscles and take him deep!'

'Oh my god! What is getting into me?' I heard as she slowly slid her mouth back up my length and released my rod from her warm mouth. 'I feel like such a naughty girl! I can't stop myself from being a dirty slut for this man!' 

'You want him as much as you need him! If you want to be a naughty girl, then be one for him! Be a slut!'

With a loud moan, Abhi took a firm grip on the base of my shaft and plunged her mouth back down, almost burying her nose in my pubes.

"Oh yesss!" I moaned in appreciation, reaching my hands down to her head.

'Yes! Hold on to my hair! I love that!'

As she wanted, I reached my hands around her bobbing head and took in a handful of her long, silky black hair and held on to it. This brought out another moan from Abhi, and she began sucking my cock with even more fervor.

"Oh damn! Doc, if you don't stop, I'm not going to be able to stop either!" I moaned a few minutes later.

"Will that be a problem?" she asked as she released my pole again. "Don't you like that?"

"Oh, I love it!" I replied. "I just don't know about you."

Without a word, she dropped her face back down my shaft and resumed working her magic on me as she moaned even more.

Between her enthusiasm and the vibrations of her moaning, it wasn't long before I gripped her hair tighter and began pulling and pushing her head.

'Oh yes! That is so hot! Let it go for me!'

Hearing that, I let out a long, low, loud moan and thrust my hips up at her as I held her head even tighter.

"Oh YEAHHH!" I bellowed as I felt my cock begin to spew its load down her throat. "Holy shit!"

"Mmmmm!" I heard her moan.




Mental Manipulations Ch. 03



'My god! I've never known a man could release this much sperm, and with so much force! Especially a man this age!' I heard as she swallowed.

"Holy crap, Doc!" I gasped as I felt her mouth continue to work on my wilting shaft. "That was amazing!"

"Thank you," she replied as she sat back on her heels, now definitely blushing.

"That is one hell of a persuasion pitch!"

Abhi giggled and lowered her head slightly, her soft fingers still wrapped around my soft dick.

'Oh my! I was enjoying that so much, I forgot that I was supposed to be trying to persuade him to let me do more research on him! What is wrong with me?'

'Nothing is wrong with you! You are a beautiful, sexy woman, with physical needs as well as professional needs. Why not try to fulfill both at the same time?'

"Stand up, Doctor," I told her.

Abhi looked at me as she rose to her feet, standing a step away from me.

"Show me your body."

With a small smile crossing her face, she slowly turned around, and then stepped back toward me. 

"Would you unzip me?" she asked softly as she knelt down.

I gladly reached out and slowly lowered the thin zipper on the back of her dress, and then watched as she stood again and turned back toward me. I watched as she shrugged the dress from her shoulders, and then lowered it down to her hips, showing a beige-colored bra that almost matched her dress, and complimented her mocha-colored skin beautifully. She paused for a second, and then slid her dress further, letting it drop to the floor.

My eyes traveled across her body. They took in her black hair as it fell across her shoulders down to the tops of her breasts, her firm, flat stomach, and then her matching panties, cut high on her hips. I quickly realized that she was wearing a thong, and I couldn't wait to see how it split her firm ass. As my eyes went further down her legs, she gracefully stepped out of the dress, kicking it aside.

'She's not that conservative after all!' I thought to myself.

'He isn't saying anything. He's smiling, so I think he likes what he sees, but he isn't saying anything.'

"VERY nice!" I told her. "Very, VERY nice!"

"Do you approve?" she asked, blushing again.

"Come with me, and I'll show you how I approve," I told her as I stood. 

Taking her hand, I led her to her desk. I walked us around to her side, and then pushed aside the few papers that sat on her blotter.

"Turn around," I told her.

Gracefully, Abhi turned, looking at me over her shoulder. My eyes immediately went to her ass, and just as I expected, her thong split her firm cheeks beautifully.

She then turned back around, facing me. I stepped in to her, reached my arms around her and picked her up, placing her on her desk.

Abhi gasped as I set her down, and I then stepped in and kissed her.

"Now, with your permission," I said softly as I began slowly kissing my way down the side of her neck, "I'd like to do a little research of my own."

"What kind of research?" she gasped as my lips reached the spot on her neck just below her ear.

"I'm thinking about some IN DEPTH research," I replied.

'Oh god! I don't know how much more of this I can take!'

"Permission granted!" she gasped as I slid my fingers across the front of her bra.

I slowly slid the strap off of her shoulder as i kissed my way across her collarbone, and then started working on the other shoulder.

I felt Abhi slide her hips forward a little as my lips reached the tops of her breasts, and she sighed loudly.

'Please stop teasing me! It has been far too long since someone else has given me an orgasm!' I reached my hand around her back and quickly unhooked her bra, and she gasped as it slid down her breasts. 

I leaned back a little and looked into Abhi's eyes as I pulled her bra completely off of her chest. Abhi's eyes had a look of desperate desire as I gazed into them, and I then smiled as my eyes slowly traveled down her chest.

"Beautiful!" I said softly, as my hands slid up her chest and cupped her breasts. Her aereola were about four shades darker than her skin and the size of a baby's hand, and her nipples stuck out almost half an inch.

My thumbs and forefingers gently pinched and rolled her hard nipples, causing her to gasp and arch her back toward me.

'So sensitive! I can feel that all the way down to my pussy!'

'Oh my god! I can't believe I used that word! What is this man doing to me?'

'Let yourself go. Be a bad girl for once! Tell him what you want. What you NEED!' I sent to her.

I leaned in and kissed her lips softly as I continued to pinch and pull on her nipples, causing her to gasp into my mouth.

"Please!" she moaned as our lips parted. 

"Please, what?" I asked softly.

"Please don't tease me!" she sighed. "It has been too long for me!"

"Is this teasing?" I asked, as I leaned in and quickly flicked my tongue across the tip of her nipple.

Abhi moaned and arched her back again, and I moved to the other nipple. I then pushed her tits together and flicked my tongue across both nipples, and then started sucking on both of them at the same time.

"Oh yesss," she sighed.

'My pussy! Please pay attention to my pussy! I need to cum so bad!'

I moved just a little to the side, and as I continued licking and sucking on her nipples, I slid one hand around to the small of her back, and the other slowly up the inside of her thigh. Abhi slid her ass forward on her desk, and I softly traced my fingers up the front of her panties as I gently bit her nipples.

"Oh yes!" she exclaimed softly as her body quivered.

'What is this man doing? It's almost like he knows my body better than I do!'

I released her nipples from my mouth, and I gently placed my hand on her chest, laying her back on her desk.

I then reached behind me and pulled her desk chair up.

I sat in her chair and rolled forward as far as I could, placing her legs over my shoulders. I heard Abhi whimper softly, and I began kissing her inner thighs as I slid my fingers along the front her thong.

'Oh yes! I can't remember the last time someone else touched me there!'

'Open your legs wider and show him where you like to be touched.'

Abhi then spread her knees apart and reached her hands down, placing them on her stomach. I could smell the musk of her arousal, and I leaned back just a little to look at her.

I could see that almost her entire thong was one big wet spot, and I leaned back in and slowly dragged my tongue along the damp fabric. 

'Oh! But I can't touch myself in front of him! What would he think of me?'

'He'd think that you were a hot, sexy woman who knows what she likes! Maybe he likes to watch a woman touch herself. Maybe he likes a woman who can be a little slutty for him!''

I heard her gasp softly as I kissed and licked along the edges of her thin panties, and then her slim fingers appeared along one side of her thong. Slowly, her fingers pulled the fabric aside, and I sat back, looking at her trimmed pussy. She was already very wet, and her labia was opened like a beautiful, mocha-colored flower. 

I quickly moved my tongue to the exposed flesh and slowly slid the tip along her opened lips toward her clit.

'I can't believe that I'm exposing myself like this in front of him! I barely know... Oooohhhh yesssss! That feels so good!'

I sat back in her chair and heard her moan in disappointment, both aloud and in her thoughts.

Smiling, I reached up and hooked my fingers into the waistband of her thong and quickly yanked them down, pulling them over her feet and tossing them over my shoulder.

"Ohh!" she gasped.

'Don't hold back! You know that you want it!'

'Yes! I do! I want it SO BAD! But I can't be a slut!'

I leaned in and started kissing along the junction of her thighs and her crotch.

'Yes, you can,' I sent as I slowly slid the tip of my tongue along the edge of her pussy. 'You're a grown woman. Take what you want!'

Abhi let out a long, low moan as I moved my tongue to the insides of her pussy lips and began licking her there, slowly getting closer to her erect clit.

'Oh, to hell with this! I need this!'

Suddenly, I felt her hands at the back of my head, and she directed me to her clit and pulled me in tight.

I smiled to myself again and began slowly licking at her stiff little bud.

"OOhhhyesssss!" she moaned loudly, arching her back and pressing her pussy against my face.

I placed my hands at the back of her legs and pushed them back toward her body. Just as I started to lean in, she reached her hands down and held my head.

"Ohhh, please!" she moaned as I softly blew on her erect clit.

"Please, what?" I asked.

"Please don't tease me!"

"What do you want?" I asked.

'Oh god! I can't say that!'

'Yes, you can! Tell him what you want! Be the bad, naughty girl you've always wanted to be! Let go!' Abhi pulled my head up and lifted her head, grasping my hair and looking down at me.

"Eat me! I want you to lick my pussy and make me cum, damn you!"

I smiled at her and hooked my thumbs inside her knees. I spread her legs wider and leaned in, slowly sliding my tongue through the wetness dripping down her pink slit.

"Doctor's orders!" I said, as I gently blew on her stiff clit.

"Ooohhh yesssssss!" she gasped, gripping my hair tighter.

I then started licking around her clit until I found her trigger spot, getting a loud, long moan from her.

'Oh my god! I'm so close to cumming!'

'Let it go! Cum for him!'

'SOOO CLOSE!'

I started moving my tongue faster, causing her to gasp again, and then I leaned in closer and wrapped my lips around her clit. Just as I started sucking on her clit, I slowly slid two fingers into her wet pussy, pressing on the top wall.

"Ooooohhhhhhhhh!" Abhi moaned, lifting her hips. "Yesssssss!"

I slid my fingers in as deep as I could, hooking them around the back of her pelvic bone and pressing harder as I continued sucking on her clit.

Both in my head and in my ears, all I could hear was a long, low moan, steadily increasing in volume.

I released her clit and began flicking my tongue across it at the same time that I began sliding my fingers in and out of her pussy in short jabs.

"NnnnngggghhhAHHHHHH!" she yelled, as she pulled my head in hard. I could feel her pussy clamp down on my fingers, and her juices were flowing into my hand.

I slid my fingers back deep inside her, pressing firmly on the soft underside of her pelvis again as her body lightly shook. I could feel her pussy squeezing around my fingers, and eventually she started coming down from her orgasm.

"Holy crap!" she exclaimed as her eyes popped open. "Where did you learn to do that? That was incredible!"

"I'm glad you liked it," I told her as I slowly slid her chair back and started to stand.

'Liked it? I almost passed out from it! And you certainly seemed to like it, too!'

"Yes, I did," she replied with a sigh. "I liked it very much!"

As I stood, my cock, newly hard again, brushed against her ass. Abhi gasped softly, and I leaned in to her.

'Oh yes! I need it now! Please give it to me!' 

Her eyes were locked on to mine, and I slowly slid my fingers from her pussy, which was still squeezing on to them.

As she watched, I brought my hand up to my mouth and licked her juices from one finger. Abhi moaned softly as she watched me, and I then moved my hand to her mouth.

'Oh damn! He doesn't really want me to taste myself, does he? I can't do that!'

'Why not?' I sent to her. 'He tasted you, and you tasted him. Try it!'

She parted her lips slightly, and I quickly slid my fingers in. As she opened her mouth further, my fingers passed her teeth. 

It wasn't long before her lips tightened around my fingers and I felt her tongue sliding across and between them as she sucked them clean. She moaned as she cleaned my fingers, and a look of desire appeared in her eyes. 

'I can't believe I'm doing this! Oh my god! I really can't believe that I like this taste!'

After a couple of minutes, I slowly dragged my wet fingers from her mouth and wrapped them around my hard cock.

I pulled the soft head up her slit, brushing across her tight asshole, through her seeping juices, and placed it at her wet opening.

'Oh yes! Finally! Just give it to me!'

Knowing how badly she wanted it, I decided to play with her and tease her a little more. I pushed her legs back again, and this time grasped the heels of her shoes, using them as handles. Moving my hips, I began sliding my hard shaft up and down her slit, coating it with her juices.

'Oh dear god! Please quit teasing me!'

I pulled my hips back slightly, and lined the head of my cock back up with her hot, wet hole.

'Yes! Finally! Shove that fat meat into me!'

Smiling to myself, I began to slowly slide my cock into her pussy. 

I slid just the head in, wiggling my hips back and forth and then stopping.

'Why does he torture me like this? I need to feel him fill me up!'

'Tell him what you want. If he still doesn't give it to you, then make him give it to you! I sent back.

"Oh god! Please fuck me!" Abhi moaned, gripping my arm tightly and looking deeply into my eyes.

"I don't know if you're ready for me yet," I teased, slipping more of my cock into her pussy, only to pull it right back out. 

She then suddenly sat up and slid her arms down to grip my ass.

I felt her dig her nails into the flesh of my ass, and she pulled me forward, slamming my hips against hers and burying my cock deep in her pussy.

"Oh yes!" she exclaimed, her eyes rolling back in her head for a second.

"Now fuck me!" she said, her eyes suddenly very intense and focusing back on mine. "Quit being a tease and fuck me, hard!"

"Why doctor, if I didn't know any better, I'd think that you weren't really a prim and proper young Indian woman."

Her eyes opened wide when I said that, and then her look got intense.

"Yes, I'm really a hot little slut!" she hissed, squinting lustily at me. "Now fuck me like one!"

"Yes, ma'am," I replied. "I'll follow doctor's orders!"

I slid my hands down the top of her thighs and held tightly to her legs. I then pulled her toward me and slammed my hips forward at the same time, slamming my shaft deep inside her.

"Yes!" she exclaimed, her eyes popping open wide again. "Do that again!" 

I started slamming hard and fast into her, every once in a while pulling out completely and then slamming all the way back in. Her tits were bouncing on her chest in time with every stroke, and her eyes had rolled back in her head. I tried to read her mind to see what else she wanted, but I couldn't get anything. Everything that I "heard" sounded like static.

'Rub your pussy while he fucks you,' I sent to her.

Her hand immediately flew down between her legs and she started rubbing her clit.

'Oh my god! I can't believe I'm play touching myself in front of him like this! I've never done this before!'

I changed my tempo and started taking long, slow thrusts, sliding my cock back until just the head remained inside her, and then slowly sliding it all the way back in. Again, every few strokes, I would pull out completely, and then plunge right back in.

On one deep stroke, I grabbed on to Abhi's hips and ground my pelvis against hers, and her eyes suddenly popped wide open.

"Yes! Oh fuck, yes!" she screamed, wrapping her fingers around my wrist and squeezing hard. I then felt her legs wrap around my ass and pull me in tighter.

I moved one of my hands so that I was holding her wrist and brought it between her legs. I moved her hand back down to her pussy and she started rubbing her clit again.

'He wants to watch me! That is so naughty!'

'Yes, put on a show for him. Be a naughty little girl!'

I continued sliding my shaft in and out of her pussy, now changing the depth and speed of the strokes. 

Soon, I heard both with my ears and in my head, the same sound.

"MMMmmmmMMMMOOOOHHHHH!"

"MMMmmmmMMMMOOOOHHHHH!"

Her one hand tried squeezing my wrist even tighter while the other hand started rubbing her clit faster, and I could feel her pussy clamp down around my cock as she came loudly.

"Oh shit!" she exclaimed. "I'm cumming so hard!"

"Yes, Abhi, cum for me. Let it all out. Cum real good," I told her softly.

"Oohhhhhh yessssssss!" she moaned in response.

I stood still, just softly pushing my hips forward as her orgasm eventually slowed down.

Finally, after a couple of minutes, I heard her in my head again.

'Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god! I haven't fucked like this since University! And NEVER this good!' I felt her legs relax, her feet sliding down to the backs of my legs.

I started slowly moving again, sliding my slick shaft back and forth as I slid my hands up to her soft tits, squeezing and pinching her nipples.

Abhi moaned again softly as I rolled and pulled her stiff nipples between my fingers.

'Oh damn! He's going to set me off again!'

I could feel everything coming to a peak, and I knew I was going to cum myself soon. I remembered what she had thought about breaking in her new sofa, so I decided that this was the perfect time.

"Come with me," I told her. "Let's go break in your couch."

She moaned again, and reached her hands out to the edge of her desk to pull herself up.

I took her hands in mine and helped her sit up, and then helped her slide off of her desk.

Stepping behind her, I placed my hands on her hips as we started walking toward her sofa. As she took her first couple of steps though, I saw her wobble, and I wrapped my arms around her waist, my hard cock pressing up against her firm ass cheeks.

'I hope I can walk that far! My legs feel like wet noodles!'

Hearing that, I stopped and stepped up around to her side.

Slipping my arms around her back and under her legs, I quickly picked her up and carried her over to her sofa.

Abhi gasped as her feet left the floor, and then laid her head against my chest, wrapping her arms around my shoulders.

I brought her over to the side, and set her ass on the arm of the sofa. Holding on to her arms, I slowly leaned her back until her shoulders rested on the cool leather. I then reached down to her hips and pulled her toward me until her ass hung off of the arm.

'Oh my god. What's he going to do now?'

Smiling at her, I slowly stepped in and lay the head of my cock along her wet slit. Moving my hips, I slowly slid it up and down through her wetness, and then slid the head back down to her warm hole.

Holding on to her arms again, I slid my cock back in to her pussy.

"Ohhh YESSSS!" she hissed as I bottomed out my cock in hot depths.

I began to slowly slide my shaft in and out of her again and she gasped and arched her back.

'What is he hitting? He's going to make me cum again!'

She felt a lot tighter in that position, and the way her pussy was squeezing my cock, I knew that I wasn't going to last much longer. 

"Oh shit! You feel so good!" I told her. "I'm going to cum soon!"

"Yesssss!" she hissed in reply.

'Ohh! I'm so close to cumming too!'

"I'm going try wait for you," I told her.

"Yes!" she exclaimed. "Cum with me! Oh yes! I'm so close!"

'Cum!' I told her. 'He's getting very close! Squeeze his cock with your muscles!'

Abhi gasped loudly, and then let out a long, throaty moan. I felt her pussy clamping down on my cock, and I slammed it into her harder.

I watched as her hand returned between her legs and she started rubbing her clit again. Her hips started bucking against my thrusts, and her breathing got heavier.

"Where do you want me to cum?" I asked her, trying to hold back.

'Everywhere! I feel like such a dirty slut! I want it everywhere!'

'Tell him where you want it the most. Where would his cum make you feel like the dirtiest little slut?'

"Ohhhhh!" she moaned, as I started taking longer strokes again.




Mental Manipulations Ch. 03



'Tell him! Tell him now, before it's too late!'

"Ohh! My tits! My face! I want to feel your cum all over me!"

'Nice!' I thought to myself. 'You ARE a dirty little slut!'

I slammed my cock deep into her a couple more times, and then started pulling it out of her pussy.

She gasped and moaned at the suddenly empty feeling in her pussy, and started sliding her fingers from her clit down to her pussy and back again.

"OhhhYEESSsss!" she hissed loudly. "I'm cumming again!"

I stroked my cock as I watched her juices start to lather and foam around her fingers. That sight, combined with the noises that she was making, was all I could stand.

"Oh YEAH!" I bellowed in agreement as I felt my balls contract. I continued stroking my shaft, and I felt it begin to spew it's load.

My first shot went far, over Abhi's head, onto the leather cushion, but I soon was able to control my aim and my next shot landed square on her beautiful face, just above her lips.

The feel of my hot cum on her sweaty body seemed to send her off into another orgasm, because her body started shaking gently again. 

I soon had her tits covered in my cum, and my final few shots landed on her hand, now just covering her mound, with two fingers inside her pussy.

"Holy shit!" I said softly as my orgasm slowed down. Abhi seemed to moan in agreement, and then let out a soft sigh.

As I shook the last few drops of my load onto her soft, creamy thighs, I looked down at her. Abhi's eyes were closed, and her breathing was slowing down. I tried to read her mind, but all I could hear sounded like white noise with a few words, some of which sounded like Hindi, tossed in occasionally.

"Abhi?" I said softly as I walked to her side. The only response I heard, in my ears or my brain, was a soft moan. 

Not wanting her to have to sleep with her ass and legs over the arm of her sofa, I gently scooped her up and slid her entire body onto the leather cushions. As I lifted her head, she turned toward me and kissed me passionately, moaning into my mouth as our tongues danced together, and then lay her head back down. 

I walked around her office, looking for something to cover her up with. I finally found some clean sheets, and lay them over her body. I then picked up her discarded clothes, lay them in her desk chair, and went to the bathroom to clean myself up a bit.

When I returned to her office to check on her, Abhi had rolled slightly onto her side and was snoring gently. I could see the sheets covering her nude body sticking to her in some spots where my cum had landed.

I quietly got dressed, let myself out of her office, making sure that I locked the doors behind me, and drove home. 

As I walked into the house, I was a little surprised to see my Call Waiting button flashing on my phone.

"It's probably Roxy," I told myself as I dragged my body up stairs to my bedroom, "and that call can wait until morning."

I opened my bedroom balcony doors to let in the cool night air, and as I lay down in bed, I realized that if it WAS Roxy, she would have tried to call my cell. Checking it, I saw no missed calls, and wondered who had called.



Mental Manipulations Ch. 04



As I walked into the house, I was a little surprised to see my Call Waiting button flashing on my phone.

"It's probably Roxy," I told myself as I dragged my body up stairs to my bedroom, "and that call can wait until morning."

I opened my bedroom balcony doors to let in the cool night air, and as I lay down in bed, I realized that if it WAS Roxy, she would have tried to call my cell. Checking it, I saw no missed calls, and wondered who had called.

The next morning, I went for a long run, in my on-going attempt to get back into shape after too many years, and too much physical damage to my body.

As I ran, I mentally reviewed the events of last night, and I smiled, and also tried to stop my cock from starting to rise again. 

'I really wish I knew what the fuck happened to me when I got zapped!' I thought. 'Ever since then, I'm fucking like a teen-ager again, I've got better stamina than I've had in years, and I feel like I can recover better than ever!'

Not that I was complaining, mind you. I was just curious, and admittedly a little concerned.

As I reached my driveway, I remembered the voicemail alert blinking on my phone last night. Curious who would have called, I made my way back into the house and walked over to the phone.

It turned out that I had two phone calls. One was from my son, asking me to call him back, and the second was quite a surprise.

"Mr. Jones, this is Sarah Johnston. Pastor Johnston's wife," I heard the soft voice say on the recording. "I'm hoping we could talk. The pastor is going to be gone all day tomorrow, so I'm hoping you can call me early in the day. Thank you."

'Why is that asshole's wife calling me?' I wondered. 'And an even better question, why does she call him the pastor, and not by his name? And why was she calling me at 10:00 at night?'

Curious, I called her back. 

"Mrs. Johnston, this is Kurt Jones. I'm returning your call from last night," I said when I heard her voice.

"Yes, sir," she replied immediately. "How are you?"

"I'm doing fine, ma'am. Please don't call me sir. What can I do for you?"

"Umm, I'm sorry," she replied softly. "I'll try to remember that. Umm, I was hoping I could talk to you today..."

"While your husband is out of town?" I asked.

"Umm, yes. That would be best," she replied.

"Ok, well, I'm available this morning. Would you like me to drive out to the church?"

"NO!" she replied quickly. "Umm, I'm sorry. I don't think you coming here would be a good idea. Too many people would see you, and the pastor would find out..."

'Again with 'the pastor',' I thought. 'What kind of wife does that?'

"Ok, that's fine," I told her. "Where did you have in mind?"

"Umm, well, there's a park out on route 21. Do you know where it is?"

"Yes, I do. When would you like to meet?"

"Umm, is an hour acceptable?" she asked.

"An hour will be fine," I told her. "I'll see you then." 

"Ok. Thank you sir." 

"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry!"

"It's ok. No worries," I said, hanging up.

'My god, that woman is wound tight!' I thought, as I started taking off my sweaty clothes and walked toward my shower. 'Oh well. So much for a lazy Saturday.'

It was a very hot day, so I dressed in a pair of shorts and my typical Hawaiian shirt, with a pair of flip-flops, and then got into my truck.

About an hour later, I pulled into the parking lot of the park. I didn't see any other cars around, so I got out of my truck and walked over to a picnic table and sat down.

As I sat there waiting, again pondering the past week or so, out of the corner of my eye I saw someone walking down the path from the opposite side of the park.

As I looked up, I had a hard time seeing who was walking toward me, but she was wearing a long, thin dress and a long-sleeved blouse, and she had long, braided blonde hair. 

With the sun behind her, I was getting a good back-lit view of what looked like a very nice pair of legs! As the woman got closer, I realized that is was Sarah, the pastor's wife. Not surprising, her blouse was buttoned all the way up to her neck.

"Hello, Mr. Jones," she said softly as she walked up to the opposite side of the picnic table. "I'm sorry I'm late. It took me a little longer to walk here than I thought it would."

'This was a mistake. I shouldn't be here! Pastor will be quite upset if any one sees me here with this man!' I heard.

"Not a problem," I replied as I stood to greet her. "You walked here?"

"Yes," she replied, looking at the ground as she sat. "It's really not that far. It's only a couple of miles."

"In this heat, that's quite a distance," I told her. "I haven't walked that far in these conditions since I left the military."

"Oh, I walk all the time," she said. "Pastor doesn't like the idea of me driving. He says it's not safe, and that I probably wouldn't be a good driver, anyway."

'This was a mistake. I shouldn't be here!'

'Yeah, the asshole doesn't like the idea of you having any freedom,' I thought.

"Interesting," I replied. "I'm curious, why do you refer to your husband as 'pastor' and not by his name?"

'What? Why does he ask a question like that?'

"Oh, that's what he likes to be called," she told me. 

"Interesting," I replied again. I noticed that the entire time we talked, she wouldn't look at me. She continued looking at the ground.

"So what was it that you wanted to talk to me about?" I asked.

"I want to talk to you about the pastor," she replied, still looking down.

"Ok, well first, when I talk with someone, I prefer to look them in the eye, not at the top of their head," I told her.

'Oh my! I can't... I shouldn't be here!'

'Look at him,' I sent to her. 'He seems like a nice man. You can trust him. You're safe here.'

She slowly raised her head and looked at me shyly. What I saw surprised me.

Sarah was a very attractive woman, with pale skin, freckles, and a beautiful pair of bright blue eyes. They spoke of an intelligence that she kept hidden for some reason, and I decided that I had to find out more.

"Much better," I told her. "Thank you."

"Now, what about your husband?" 

"He's very upset at all of this," she said. "He gets very angry."

"I don't understand what he has to be upset about," I told her. "After all, I'm the one who was in the hospital, over his mistake."

"He says that you're trying to hurt him, and his church," she replied.

'It's very warm. I should unbutton the top button of my blouse and enjoy the breeze,' I sent to her.

I watched a second later as she raised her hand to the collar of her blouse, and then stopped. She hesitated briefly, and then opened her top button.

"I'm not trying to hurt anyone," I told her. "I just want him to take care of my medical bills. As I said, he's the one who caused me to get hurt because he was in a hurry."

"He says that he didn't do anything," she said. "That it was a mistake."

"Which one was it?" I asked. "If he didn't do anything, then what was the mistake?"

'Oh my gosh! That is exactly what I asked him! That's what got him so angry!'

"I ... I don't know," she replied softly, looking down again.

"Sarah, please look at me."

'I'm still warm. I should open up one more button.'

"Has he hit you again?" I asked her softly, watching as she opened one more button. 

'Oh my gosh! He DOES know! But how does he know?'

"No," she replied, looking at my chest.

"Good."

"So please tell me, what is the problem," I told her. "I guess I don't understand."

'How do I tell him?'

"My husband is a very proud man," she told me, finally looking up at me. "He's afraid that he will lose his standing in our community, and lose his church."

"His 'standing' in your community, his image, is more important to him than doing what he is supposed to do?" I asked. "That goes beyond pride being one of the 'Seven Deadly Sins.' That's pure hubris."

'What do I say to that? He's right!' I heard after a moment of silence.

"Sarah, I'm sorry," I told her, "but your husband caused my accident, and he knows it. All I'm asking him to do is to make things right. I shouldn't have to bear the burden of paying for my medical bill for something that he caused."

"I understand that," she replied. "But that would mean having to admit that he was wrong. He will never do that."

"He views our church as HIS church," she continued. "The money that he collects is HIS, and he will not give it up for something like this."

"I'm afraid that if you continue this matter, it will make him very angry."

There was silence for a couple of minutes as I tried to read her mind, but I wasn't getting very much.

"Well, let's see," I finally said, "that brings in Pride, Wrath, and Greed. Three out of seven. Not very good for someone who claims to be a man of God."

'If he only knew the truth, what that man is truly like!'

'Maybe you should tell him. He seems very trustworthy.'

"I'm sorry that I wasted your time," she said, standing. "I have to get back home."

"You didn't waste my time at all," I told her. "I enjoyed talking to you. You truly are a nice, lovely woman. You deserve better than someone like him."

'He's right, and you know it.' I sent to her as she stood there silently. 

"I ... I have to get home," she said as she turned away.

"Can I give you a ride?" I asked as she started walking.

"No!" she replied quickly. "Umm, I'm sorry. No, thank you. That would not be good!"

"Mrs. Johnston," I called out, "can I ask you one more question?"

"I guess so," she replied, turning back to face me.

"Where is your husband right now?" I asked.

"Oh, he's at a Pastor's conference in Nashville," she said.

'At least, that's what he tells me.'

"Hmmm. Ok. Thank you," I replied. "I was just curious."

Sarah looked quizzically for a second, and then turned away again. 

I watched Sarah as she walked away, wondering how long the neck of her blouse would remain open.

Driving back home, I replayed the conversation with Sarah in my head. Something was not right with this minister, and now I was determined to find out what it was. 

As I pulled up to my house, I saw Roxy's car parked off to the side, and she was sitting on a chair on the porch.

"Hi," I said as I walked up my stairs. "I'm surprised to see you here."

'Oh god, I hope this goes well!' I heard.

"I know," she replied. "Can we talk?"

I looked at her for a second, and then continued walking toward my door.

"Sure," I replied. "Come on in."

"Why don't you make yourself comfortable on the deck?" I told her. "I just have to make a phone call and I'll be right out."

"Did you have other plans?" she asked.

'Shit! Why did I have to say that?'

"No," I told her, smiling. "I have no plans for the rest if the day. I just have to make this phone call."

"Ok," she replied sheepishly.

"If you're thirsty, help yourself," I told her as I walked upstairs. "There's plenty of beer, lemonade, water..."

"Ok. Thanks."

As I walked into my bedroom, I shut the door behind me and pulled out my cell phone. I quickly dialed a number from my memory, and it was answered on the second ring.

"You ugly bastard!" I heard in a familiar voice from my past. "How the fuck are you?"

"Still sucking air, brother," I replied. "I don't have a lot of time, so I've got a quick question for you."

"Anything for you, brother. What's up?"

I quickly explained what I needed as I looked out my window at Roxy, pacing back and forth on the deck. From above, I had quite the view of her pacing back and forth in her halter top, which did nothing to stop her breasts from swaying as she walked, short jeans skirt, and wedge sandals.

"You're asking a lot," Sam replied. "I could get my ass handed to me if I get caught doing this."

"Yeah, but you're too good to get caught," I replied, still watching Roxy.

'She's nervous. This is either going to be very good, or very bad.'

"Yeah, this is true," my old friend chuckled. "Besides, I believe I owe you one. At least one!"

"Hey, I don't look at it as either of us owing the other anything," I told him. "We just do for each other."

"This is also true. Ok, let me see what I can find, and I'll call you back."

"No worries," I told him. "You know how to get a hold of me."

I hung up the phone and started walking back downstairs.

I grabbed a beer and then joined Roxy on the deck, still pacing.

"How are you?" I asked.

'Oh god. Small talk!'

"I'm ok. How are you?"

"Not bad," I replied. "So what's up?"

Roxy sighed and then looked up at me. 

"I'm sorry for the other day," she told me. "I thought about what you said, and you're right. I had no right to expect something from you that we never even talked about."

"Ok," I said. 

'Ok? That's it?'

"I understand what you said," she continued. "After my divorce, I guess I wasn't ready to get into a relationship right away, either, so I can see your point."

"Good," I replied. 

"So," she said, "where does that leave us?" 

"I don't know," I told her. "Only you can answer that."

'Damn it! You're not going to make this easy for me, are you?'

"Well, do you still want to see me?" she asked.

"Absolutely," I replied. "As long as you understand where I am coming from. I told you, I like you. I'm just not ready for a relationship. I think that you're a great person, a fun woman, intelligent, cute ..."

Roxy smiled, and said, "Good. Thank you."

"And you're a great fuck, too!" I continued, smiling at her. 

"Oh I am, am I?" she asked, eyebrows raised, walking toward me.

"Definitely!" I said as I watched her put her beer down on the railing.

"Well, you're pretty damn good, too!" she said as she stepped up to me.

I watched as Roxy started slowly unbuttoning my shirt. "So, is this where we have 'make up sex'?" I asked her.

'Finally! Enough with the talking!'

"I think that would be a good idea," she replied, having pulled my shirt wide open. 

"Good. I think you know where to start," I told her, smiling at her as I tossed a cushion onto the floor of the deck at my feet.

'Out here? Damn! Why does he always want to play outside? I'd REALLY like to be fucked, and fucked hard, on his bed!'

"Can't we go inside?" she asked.

"Eventually," I told her. "Right now, I'd like to enjoy the fresh air and sunlight, and you, all at the same time."

"Ok. It's hard to argue with that kind of logic," she replied.

'Yes! Take control!'

"Then don't argue," I told her, smiling.

"Yes, sir!" she replied, sliding her hands across my chest.

"If you're going to call me 'sir', you should be on your knees when you do it," I teased.

""Yes, sir!" she repeated, quickly kneeling in front of me.

Without another word, Roxy opened my pants and let them drop to the deck, pulling the waistband of my boxers down and exposing my hardening cock.

"Mmmm! I missed this big guy!" she said softly as she stroked my shaft.

"Show me how much you missed him," I told her.

Looking up at me, Roxy leaned in and slowly started sliding her wet tongue up the length of my pole.

"Mmmm! That's nice!" I said softly.

She continued slowly teasing me, licking her way up and down my cock and sucking on the head, starting to drive me crazy.

"Ooooh! Suck my cock, baby!" I told her as she licked and sucked on my balls.

'Make me! Don't be gentle with me!'

She slowly worked her way up the length of my shaft, and I reached down and grabbed a handful of her hair.

Holding tightly to her dark tresses, I pulled her head up.

"I said suck it, not tease it!" I told her as I pushed my cock into her mouth.

'Yes! That's it! Make me your slut!'

'Tell him you want to be his slut!'

'Oh my god! I can't do that! What would he think of me?'

'He just may like that!' 

"MmmMMM!" she moaned as she started bobbing her head up and down the length of my rigid shaft.

I held tightly to her hair and started moving my hips back and forth, fucking Roxy's face as she reached her hands up and grabbed on to my ass.

'Oh god, yes!'

I fucked her face for a couple more minutes and then stopped. Using her hair as a guide, I started slowly puling her face toward me, trying to slide my cock as deep down her throat as I could. 

Her nose was about an inch and a half from my pubes when she started to gag.

'Holy crap! Is he trying to choke me? I can't take all of him down my throat!'

"Relax," I told her as I pulled her back a little. "You can do it."

I let her catch her breath for a second, and then she nodded and moaned, gripping my ass cheeks tighter and pulling me back in toward her face.

I felt the tip of my cock reach the back of her throat, and slowly started to push it further in.

I could feel the vibrations rippling through my pole as Roxy moaned, slowly pulling me in deeper.

'Oh my god! I can't believe I did it!' I heard as her nose was buried in my pubic hair.

She held me tightly like that for a couple of seconds, and then started pushing back against my hand.

I let her back her head up, and she pulled back until she had just the head still in her mouth. 

"See?" I moaned as I felt her tongue flick against the rim of my cock head. "I told you that you could do it!"

"MmmHmm!" she moaned, and then started bobbing her head up and down quickly, taking me deep every few thrusts.

Sucking my cock like a woman possessed, Roxy soon had me close to cumming.

"Oh, shit baby!" I moaned. "That feels so good!" 

"Yeah! Cum for me!'

"You're going to make me cum," I told her. "Where do you want it?"

Roxy quickly pulled all the way back, letting my wet, shiny shaft stand in the breeze. 

"Where ever you want it," she breathed, stroking my shaft and sliding her other hand under her skirt. "Make me your slut. Just give it to me!"

I took my cock from her and started stroking it. "Open your mouth," I told her.

"Oh yes!" she moaned, tilting her head back and opening her mouth wide.

"Close your eyes," I told her as I felt myself getting closer.

"Yesss! Cum for me!" she moaned.

Looking down at Roxy kneeling in front of me like that, almost begging for my cum, her tits heaving in her halter top as I stroked myself, soon sent me over the edge.

"Oh shit!" I exclaimed as I watched as my cum flew out toward Roxy. 

I tried aiming for her mouth, but I soon had her face coated in my hot cum. Roxy moaned loudly as she leaned forward and my juices continued to fly from my pole. 

'Oh shit! Yes! This is so hot!'

As I shook the last few drops from my cock, I watched Roxy as she leaned back. Her face was covered, and my cum was dripping down to her tits.

"Oh my god!" she breathed, licking her tongue around her lips and drawing in the cum surrounding it, "That was so hot! I love it!"

"Oh crap," I moaned in agreement. "That WAS hot!"

After I caught my breath, I reached out my hand scooped off the cum that had landed around her eyes. I then brought my coated fingers to her mouth and slid them in. Roxy moaned loudly as she sucked on my fingers, taking them deep into her mouth and cleaning my cum off of them. 

When she had them all cleaned off, I reached my hand out for hers. She lifted her free hand toward mine, and I shook my head.

"No," I told her. "Give me the other one."

Roxy giggled and slid her hand from under her skirt. Looking her in the eyes, I leaned down and brought her hand to my mouth.

She moaned again as I cleaned her juices from her fingers, savoring her taste as my tongue flicked across her wet digits.

When I felt that they were clean enough, I took her hand and helped her stand. I then led her over to the deck railing and turned her around, her back toward me. 

'Is he going to let me wipe off all this cum?' I heard as I wrapped my fingers around her wrists and brought her hands to the railing.

"You can clean off your face when we go inside," I whispered in her as I kissed her neck. "For right now, let it dry on your face like a good slut. And keep your hands where they are."




Mental Manipulations Ch. 04



Roxy moaned loudly again, leaning back against me as I cupped her tits, gently squeezing them.

I started pinching her nipples as my lips made their way to the back of her neck. When I reached the bow, I gently bit in to one of the loose ends and pulled on it until the knot came undone.   Roxy gasped when she felt her halter loosen, and then she whimpered softly as I slid my fingers under the loosened fabric on top of her breasts. The halter remained on her chest, barely, held up by the last couple of inches of the knot.

"Ohhhhhh!" she moaned as I continued to squeeze her breasts and pinch her nipples. I could feel the drops of my cum resting in her cleavage and rubbed them in to her skin.

'Oh damn! Quit teasing me and fuck me already!'

I slowly slid my hands from under her top and then down her body as I started to kiss my way down her back.

Roxy started to move, trying to turn around as I knelt behind her and lifted her skirt. Lifting the hem up to her waistband, I tucked it in, baring her ass to me.

"I told you not to move!" I said as I smacked her exposed ass cheek.

She gasped and placed her hands back on the railing as I leaned in and softly bit her ass cheek.

Placing one hand on the small of her back, I gently pushed her forward, and then used my other hand to spread her legs apart.

With her ass thrust out toward me, I pulled her ass cheeks apart and leaned in further. I then stuck my tongue out at swiftly flicked it at her clit.

"Ohhhh SHIT!" she exclaimed, her legs tightening.

'I am so fucking horny, and he's going to tease me! Damn it!'

I smiled to myself and continued playing with her clit for a couple of minted before I slowly dragged my tongue from her clit, down her slit, to her seeping wet hole.

Roxy moaned again and pushed her ass back toward me as I slid my tongue into her warm pussy. Tasting her tangy wetness soon had my cock starting to fill back up.

I thrust my tongue in and out of her as she moaned and gently pushed back at my face.

'Oh god! Fuck me already! I need your cock!'  

I then slid my tongue further up and pulled her ass cheeks further apart as I started flicking at her asshole.

"Oh damn!" she softly moaned into the railing, moving her hips.

'Ohhh! My ass! That's so good!'

I pressed my face in closer to her ass and started to push my tongue against her tight puckered hole.

'Oh god! He's going to fuck my ass! I know he's going to fuck my ass!'

A couple of minutes later, I felt my cock back to its full hardness, so I pulled back and started dragging my tongue up her back.

Standing back up, I held her by her hips and roughly pulled her ass toward me. Roxy gasped, and I thrust my hips against her.

'Oh shit! Take me inside and fuck me!'

I moved my hips around until my cock was resting along her wet slit. As I held on to her, Roxy bent over a little more and I started moving my hips back and forth, sliding my shaft through her increasing wetness.

'Oh god! Fuck me! I don't care if it's out here or inside, just fuck me already!'

'Hearing' that, I slid my hands around to her ass and pulled my cock back far enough to place the head at the warm opening to her pussy. I slowly slid just the head inside her, and then lifted my hand up to her neck and grabbed her hair.  

'Tell him what you want! Let him know!' I 'told' her.

"Is this what you want?" I asked, teasing her.

"Oh yesss!" she hissed, arching her back and pushing her ass toward me as I pulled on her hair and slowly slid a little more of my cock into her pussy. "Please fuck meeeee!"

I pulled sharply on her hair one more time before releasing her and giving her a quick swat on her full ass and sliding my cock out of her.

"Then get your ass inside and upstairs," I growled. 

Roxy whimpered softly and then turned around, leaning against the railing.

"You're killing me, you know that," she said softly.

"Yes, and you love every minute of it, too," I replied, smiling at her.

'Yes, I do!'

"I don't know what you're talking about," she said, trying to hide a smirk.

She reached her hand down and squeezed my hard pole, and said, "C'mon on. Let's go inside so you can fuck my brains out!"

As she turned her back to me, I gave her another hard smack on the ass. "Get inside," I told her, "before I change my mind and fuck you out here."

She gasped loudly as her ass stung, and then giggled as she walked quickly into the house.

'Oh damn that felt good!'

As she started walking up the stairs to my bedroom, I watched her ass cheeks, still peeking out from her folded-in skirt, wiggling with every step up. I then made a quick detour to my kitchen and grabbed the jar of coconut oil.

I walked in to the bedroom and saw Roxy laying on my bed, her ass at the edge, her feet flat on the mattress, legs spread wide, the front of her skirt pulled up, and her fingers sliding across her clit.

I didn't say a word as I put the coconut oil on the night stand next to the bed and then walked over to her.

I watched as she started rubbing her clit faster and I wrapped my fingers around the base of my hard cock. 

'Are you going to watch me, or are you going to fuck me?'

Smiling, I started slowly sliding the head of my cock up and down her slit, coating it in her juices. I slid it from her seeping hole up to just below her hard little clit, down to her asshole, and back up again.

As my gaze traveled up her body, Roxy and I eventually locked eyes. She was wide-eyed as she looked at me, with almost a look of desperation.

"Quit teasing me and fuck me!'

'Tell him!'

"Ohh fuck me!" she whined loudly. "Quit teasing me and fuck me!"

"Is THIS what you want?" I asked as I thrust my rod deep inside her.

'Oh shit! Yes!'

"YESSS!" she yelled as my hips slammed against her, my cock bottoming out in her pussy. 

I kept my hips pressed against her as I reached out and held tightly to her hips and pulled her toward me. Roxy then wrapped her legs around my waist and pressed her heels against my back.

"Fuck me!" she moaned. "Please fuck me!"

"Like THIS?" I asked as I started thrusting deep and hard into her hot, wet hole.

"YES! YES! FUCK ME HARD!" she yelled, her hands slapping against the bed as her legs pulled me in tighter.

I watched her tits shaking and bouncing on her chest as I continued thrusting hard into her, and her eyes started rolling back into her head.

'Oh shit! Ohshitohshitohshit!'

"Oh yes! I'm cumming!" she exclaimed as a layer of sweat formed on her chest. "Fuck me!"

I pulled her a little closer to me and leaned in to her as I continued thrusting in to her and I reached up and started pinching and pulling on her hard nipples.

'NNNggggHHHHOOOOOHHHHH! YES!'

"NNNggggHHHHOOOOOHHHHH! YES!" she yelled. "Oh fuck! I'm cumming! Oh shit!" 

I could feel, as well as hear, my cock sloshing through her juices as I continued pistoning in and out of her. Her pussy was squeezing around my shaft as I thrust deep inside her and her orgasm swept over her body.

A minute or so later, I slowed down to let her come down to Earth and catch her breath.

I wanted to see what she wanted next, but the only thing that I could 'hear' from her was a buzzing sound, like her brain had shut down.

I felt her legs unlock around my waist and start to slide down my back, and I took the opportunity to slowly slide my cock out of her.

Roxy moaned as my shaft slid out of her pussy, and her body seemed to melt into the mattress. I gently rolled her on to her side and straddled her bottom leg, bending the other one and placing it on the bed. 

As I reached my hand down and grasped my cock, I felt my pubes¸ sticky and soaked with her juices. 

Stepping back in to her, I plunged my pole back inside her pussy, once again burying it in one swift thrust.

"Oh FUCK!" she yelped.

'Ohhhh damnnnn!'

I started taking long, slow strokes in and out of her as I slid my hand down to her ass. Roxy moaned softly as my thumb started sliding across her asshole, now wet and slick with her pussy juices.

'Ohhhhh yesssss! That feels sooo goooood!'

"Do you like that?" I asked softly.

"Yes!" she replied quickly. "You're sooo gentle with my ass!"

I slowly slid my cock as deep as I could get it in her pussy and started gently pressing my thumb a little harder against her tight rosebud.

"Oooohhhhhhh!"

'MmmmOOhhhhhh!'

Keeping my rod buried deep inside her pussy, I slowly started pressing my thumb a little harder against her asshole, until it eventually began to enter her tight hole.

"Yessssss!" she hissed softly.

It wasn't long before my thumb was as deep as it was going to get in her ass, and I started slowly sliding my shaft back and forth in her pussy again.

'Oh my god, that feels so good!'

I then started moving my thumb in an opposite motion from what my cock was doing, as I slid my cock out, I pushed my thumb deeper, and as I slid my cock back in, I would back my thumb up a little.

Roxy was moaning louder, trying to move her hips in some kind of matching rhythm to my actions.

"Ohhh yessss!"

I continued fucking her like that for a few minutes, until I slowly slid both my cock and my thumb back, until just the tips of both remained inside her.

Just as she was starting to realize that both holes were almost empty, I thrust my hips forward and plunged my thumb back in at the same time, filling her up again.

"Shit! Yes!" she gasped.

'Oh fuck! That feels so good being filled like this!'

'Tell him what you want,' I told her.

"Oh fuck me baby! Fill me up!" she moaned softly.

"How do you want me to fuck you?" I asked as I continued thrusting both my cock and my thumb into her at the same time.

"Ohhh, fuck me deep!" she gasped, reaching down and place a hand on my ass.

I kept my thumb deep in her asshole as I began sliding my cock in and out again, taking long strokes as I moved my thumb.

'Oh shit! He's going to make me cum again!'

'Tell him. Cum loudly for him!'

I started fucking her pussy a little faster, still taking long strokes and pushing my thumb harder against her ass.

"Oh god, I'm going to cum! Fuck me, baby! Fuck my pussy good!"

When she said that, I started thrusting harder into her. Roxy started moaning and gasping louder, until her body suddenly stiffened.

"NNnnnnGGgggAAAAHHHHH!" she yelled, her body beginning to shake. I could feel her pussy and ass clamping down on me, and her juices gushed out of her.

As her body started relaxing, I tried 'listening' to her thoughts again, and again, all I could hear was a buzzing sound.

Roxy let out a long, low, moaning sigh as she moved once again.

'Holy shit! What does he do to me?'

"I take it you liked that?" I asked, bucking my hips against her.

"You think?" she laughed, looking up at me. "I think I soaked your sheets!"

"Well, that's a good sign," I told her. 

"Oooohhhhh!" she sighed again as I slowly slid my cock out of her.

With my thumb still deep in her ass, I slapped her ass cheek and told her to roll on to her belly.

'Ohhh! He's going to take my ass!'

As she lay flat on the bed, I slid my thumb from her ass and grabbed on to her hips with both hands. I then pulled her back toward me until her feet were on the floor.

I massaged her ass cheeks with one hand while I reached for the jar of oil with the other. Releasing her ass, I opened the jar and slowly started pouring the oil over her ass, letting it flow down her crack.

Roxy moaned softly, and hissed, "Yesssss!"

I put the jar back on the table and started sliding the head of my shaft up and down her slick crack, coating it in the oil.

"What do you want?" I asked her.

'Your cock!'

"Ohhhh! Fuck me!" she moaned, wiggling her ass at me.

I lined up my cock with her pussy and thrust it in, slamming my hips against her ass and causing her to gasp and yelp again.

"Is that what you want?" I asked her.

"Yes!" she replied.

I kept my shaft buried deep inside her and started wiggling my hips back and forth.

"Ohhhhyesssss!" she moaned, pushing back against me.

'Tell him what you want! Be his dirty slut!'

"Oh, baby! Fuck my ass!" she moaned a couple of seconds later.

Smiling, I stuffed my thumb back in to her slick asshole. 

"This ass?" I asked, pushing my thumb hard and deep.

"Yes!" she replied.

Keeping my cock buried inside her pussy, I slid my thumb from her ass and replaced it with two fingers. Roxy started moaning and clutching the sheets.

I slid my shaft back until just the head was still inside her and I began finger fucking her ass. My fingers slid smoothly and easily in her ass as I pumped them in and out and twisted my wrist around, and it wasn't long before she began pushing back at me.

'Ohhh soooo goooood!'

'Tell him!'

"Oh fuck me!" she moaned a couple of minutes later. "Fuck my ass!" 

I pulled my fingers out of her ass and wrapped them around the base of my cock. I then slowly slid the head of my cock up and down, dragging her juices along with it, until it rested nicely in the dimple of her ass. 

"Is this what you want?" I asked, rubbing the slick tip of my shaft around her back door.

"Yessss!" she replied loudly.

With one hand holding my cock at her tight back door, I grabbed her bunched up skirt with my other hand and gently started pulling her back toward me while I leaned in to her at the same time.

Roxy gasped and tensed up a little as the tip of my cock started to push in to her asshole.

'You have to relax. He'll go slow if you tell him to.'

"Oh damn! You're so thick! Go slow, baby!" she moaned as she pushed back at me.

"As slow as you need," I told her.

'Reach down and play with your clit' I told her. 'That should help.'

Roxy stopped pushing back for a second as she slid one hand under her body and started rubbing her clit. 

"MMMmmmmm," she moaned as she soon started raising her hips and pushing back at me again.

Soon, her ass relaxed and the head of my cock slipped in past the ring. Roxy gasped and moaned, laying still for a second, and then began moving her hips again.

'Oh shit! He feels so damn good!'

I stopped pushing in to her, letting her control the pace. It wasn't long before enough of my shaft was in her ass and I could release my grip on my cock.

I now had both of my hands holding the waistband of her skirt as she continued to slowly push back.

"Oh my god! That hurts so good!'

I slid my hands down to her hips and held her still for a second, and then started to slowly slide my slick cock in and out of her ass, taking short strokes at first.

'Oh yes! Soooo gooood!' "Ohhhhyeeeaaahhhh," she moaned softly.

It wasn't long before I felt her start to push back at me again, and I loosened my grip on her hips a little.

'I feel soooo full!'

"How much more?" she asked a couple of seconds later.

Looking down, I saw a couple of inches of space between her ass and my pubes, and her fingertips peeking out as she continued playing with her clit.

"Just about an inch," I told her.

'Oh shit! He's still got more?'

"Oh god, just give it to me!" she moaned as I continued stroking my cock in and out.

"Are you sure you're ready for it?" I asked, teasing her as I took a few quick, short strokes.

"Ohhhhhhh!" she moaned loudly.

'Tell him what you want! Be his good slut!'

"Yes!" she exclaimed loudly. "Fuck your slut's ass!"

Without any warning, I pulled back hard on her hips and thrust forward, burying the entire length of my cock in her tight ass.

"Oh shit!" she yelped, slapping her free hand on the mattress.

'Oh my god, he's splitting me in half!'

I continued holding her ass against me, my hips tight to her cheeks, neither of us moving, so she could get used to having her ass filled again.

I soon felt her fingers start rubbing her clit again, and I gently began to push into her.

'Holy crap! I feel so full! So good!'

"Are you ok?" I asked, starting to take short strokes.

"Yessssss!" she hissed as she started raising up at me. "Fuck me!"

Still holding on to her hips, I started taking longer strokes, eventually pulling back until just the head of my cock remained in her tight ass and then plunging the entire length back in.

'Ohhhmyyygodddd!'

"Oh yes! Fuck my ass baby!"

I slowly slid my hands up her back and then grabbed her long hair, dividing it in two handfuls. 

I pulled back on her hair and she lifted her head.

'Oh fuck! Yes!'

"You like that?" I asked, pulling back on her hair.

"Yes!" she yelled, raising her hips faster. "Give it to me!"

I continued fucking Roxy's tight ass as she began rubbing her clit faster.

'Oh shit! I'm gonna cum!'

I knew that I wasn't going to last too much longer, so I stopped pumping into her and slowly slid my cock out.

Roxy moaned as my pole left her ass empty.

"Roll over on to your back," I told her as I walked around the bed.

I heard a sigh as I picked up a pillow, my stiff cock waving with every step back to the foot of the bed.

'Ohhhh dammmnnn.'

Roxy watched me as I stepped between her legs. "Lift up," I told her as I placed the pillow by her ass.

She raised her hips and I pulled her toward me, putting her ass down on top of the pillow.

I lifted her legs, placing her ankles on my shoulders, and then I slid my cock back to her opened asshole.

'Play with your pussy again,' I told her.

Her hand flew back down to her wet slit, and she started sliding her fingers up and down.

"Ohhhfuuuuuck!" she moaned, tilting her head back as I slid the length of my cock back into her ass.

I kept my rod buried deep inside her and started moving my hips sideways, pushing forward every couple of seconds.

'Oh shit, he's going to kill me!'

After a couple more minutes, I pushed her legs back and started moving my hips back and forth. Roxy began moving her fingers faster, starting to dip her tips into her pussy.

Between the sights and sounds of her getting closer to another orgasm, and the tightness of her ass, I knew that the end wasn't far for me and I began fucking her harder and faster.

"Shit! Yes! Fuck my ass!" she yelled, sliding her fingers in to her pussy.

I could feel her fingers sliding along the top of my cock as we both slid in and out of her hot holes, and I felt myself getting closer.

'Oh damn! I'm going to cum so hard!'

"Oh baby! Yeeaaahhhh!" she moaned, burying her fingers in her pussy.

"Oh, shit! I'm going to cum soon!" I told her.

"Yes!" she replied, her eyes flying open and locking onto mine. "Cum, baby! Fill my ass with your cum!"

"You first, baby," I told her. "I want you to cum for me first."

'Ohhhhyeeeaaahhhhh!'

"Oh my god! I'm there! Fuck me baby! Fuck my ass!"

I slowed down a little, taking the full-length strokes. A couple of time I pulled my shaft all the way out, plunging it right back into her ass.

"Yes! Yes!" she screamed, trying to stuff her fingers deeper in her pussy. "Fuck! I'm cumming!"

"Oh god, I'm cumming!"

I felt her asshole clamping down tighter around my cock as her orgasm hit her, and mine wasn't far behind.

I quickly heard the buzzing sound in my head again as her body shook, and my balls started to tighten.

"Ohhh shiiiit!" I moaned as I felt my cock swell.

"Ohhdaaamn!" I bellowed as I slammed forward, burying my length inside her as my balls and cock spewed their load into her asshole.

"Nngggggghhhhaaaahhhh!" Roxy exclaimed as another orgasm swept over her.

We stayed like that, my hips pressed against her ass, my cock buried as deep inside her as possible, both of us shaking in climax.

"Oh my god," she moaned. "I can feel your cock throb in my ass!"

"Holy crap!" I breathed a couple of minutes later, my shaft slowly softening inside her.

Roxy's mind went back to the buzzing sound and her body collapsed as I slowly slid my deflated cock from her ass.




Mental Manipulations Ch. 04



"MMmmmAAHHHH!" she yelped as I pulled the head of my shaft out. "Oh crap!"

'Oh damn! I can't move!'

I walked in to the bathroom on shaky legs, and after a quick shower to wash off my cock, I went back to my bedroom to join Roxy, where I found her asleep, not having moved since I pulled out of her. 



Mental Manipulations Ch. 05



My deepest apologies to everyone who has been asking for the next installment in this series. A number of events, ranging from computer problems, to working too many hours, (thus having very little writing time) to a temporary case of writer's block, got in my way. I hope this installment makes up for the delay. I promise to try my best to get future episodes out as quickly as possible. 

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When I woke up the next morning, I immediately took in the aromas of coffee and frying bacon, and the sounds of birds chirping outside. As my consciousness kicked in more, I also heard music playing.

After I took my wake-up piss and brushed my teeth, I walked quietly downstairs. As I turned into the kitchen, I saw Roxy standing at the stove, in just an apron and her panties, frying up some bacon and dancing to music playing from my iPod.

I leaned against the doorway and watched, until she turned and saw me. Yelling in surprise, Roxy picked up a piece of bacon from a plate on the counter and threw it at me.

"You scared the hell out of me!" she yelled, laughing. "Why didn't you say something to let me know that you were there?"

"I didn't want to interrupt your dancing," I told her as I picked up the piece of bacon and started eating it.

"I hope you don't mind, I thought I'd make some breakfast," she told me. "I'm starving after last night!"

"That's fine," I told her as I poured myself a cup of coffee.

A couple of minutes later, she set our plates at the table. 

'Oh, my poor butt!' I heard as she sat down. 

"Thank you for last night," she said as we started eating the omelets. "I needed that."

"It was my pleasure," I told her.

"I'm really glad that we worked everything out," she continued. "That makes me feel better."

"Good," I replied. "Me too."

"I would really like to thank you in the best way that I know possible, but you really gave me a work out!" she told me. "I'm sore ALL over!"

I laughed, and replied, "I'm just glad that you enjoyed it all."

"Oh yeah!" she said. "You are a wonderful lover! You're teaching me things that I didn't know about myself!"

We continued talking as we finished off breakfast, and then my phone rang as we cleaned off the table. 

"How do you know this son-of-a-bitch?" I heard as soon as I picked up the phone.

"Give me a second," I told him.

I excused myself, telling Roxy that this was an important call that I needed to take, and she replied that she had to head home, and would talk to me soon.

"So what did you find out?" I asked my gravelly-voiced friend.

"You owe me at least a bottle of Scotch," he told me. "The good shit!"

Knowing Rat as well as I did, I knew that he must have had to do quite a bit of work digging up dirt on the preacher.

"Not a problem," I replied. "So quit flapping your gums and tell me what you found already."

"This bastard doesn't exist," he told me. "He's not on any data base until five years ago."

"He's a minister," I replied. "He had to have gone to some kind of divinity school, somewhere."

"Not in this country, or any other country on this planet," he said. 

"Interesting," I replied.

"Do me a favor," I continued. "Keep digging. I'll do some recon and get a couple of pics and send them to you. Now I'm really intrigued. Find something good, and I'll send you a case of Single Malt."

"Now you're talking!" his voice boomed. "What'd this piece of shit do to piss you off?"

"Long story," I told him. "I have a feeling that it's going to get ugly before it's all said-and-done."

"Well, as your partner-in-ugliness, I expect a phone call before the fun begins!" he replied.

"There is no one else I'd rather get ugly with," I said.

We hung up without saying anther word, and I called my son.

To my surprise, he told me that he was engaged, and that they were getting married in a couple of months. I congratulated and told him to send me the details as soon as he could. We talked for a little while longer, catching up on each other's lives, and I then promised him that I would see him soon.

Replaying my conversation with Rat in my head, I decided to head over to Holy Hell. Since it was Sunday, I knew that the pastor would be busy with church all day, and that gave me plenty of time to do some snooping around. 

I knew the basic layout of the property, but I had to find a way to sneak in without being seen so I pulled up a view from Google Earth. A few minutes later, I had my plan laid out and was on my way.

I parked my truck at the park where I met Sarah and walked through the woods toward the church. Staying in the tree line, I quietly walked around the perimeter of the property as the congregants filed in to the building. As I did my recon, I noticed a big man who looked suspiciously like security standing on the Pastor's front porch keeping an eye on matters.

'Why would a pastor, especially of this church, need security?' I wondered.

A few minutes later, everyone was inside the church and the security guy walked over to the church and stood on the steps after closing the doors. I then started making my way around the back of the property.

When I got to the back of the house, I was surprised to see no one. 

'Ok, this just gets stranger and stranger,' I thought. 'Why have security at the front of the house, and then move him to the church, but have no one at the rear?'

After watching the backs of the buildings for a few minutes, I quietly snuck up to the house. Looking carefully at the house, and especially the windows, I was again surprised to realize that he had no alarm system on his house.

Seconds later, I was walking through his basement, having pried open a window. Knowing that anything helpful would either be stashed away in the basement or the attic, I started looking around downstairs.

Again thinking about my conversation with Rat, I knew I shouldn't be surprised when I found little relating to the minister going back more than a couple of years. There were a few boxes of things belonging to Sarah, including her High School yearbooks. Doing some quick mental math, I estimated her to be in her mid-30's, much younger than I thought, or than she looked.

I looked through those, gaining some insight into her past. At the bottom of one box, I found some old love letters which included some very steamy passages from her then boyfriend. 

As I was closing up the last box, I noticed an envelope stuffed inside another, larger manila envelope. Opening the smaller envelope, I found a stack of pictures. 

I pulled out the stack and was surprised to see old photos of Sarah in her late teens or early twenties. Quite a few of them were of her in a bikini, something the good Reverend would definitely not approve of! I realized that I was also correct in my guess that Sarah was hiding quite a body under her dowdy, baggy clothes. 

I went up to the first floor and looked around. I quickly noticed that there were a lot of pictures of him, but very few of Sarah, and none of them together. Using my cell phone, I took pictures of a couple of the photos of him before moving upstairs.

A search of the attic turned out a little better, as I found a few papers dated ten years ago, as well as some pictures of the Reverend with long hair and a beard. A couple of the pictures were with him and other people, and there were names written on the backs. I slipped those pictures into my pocket and continued my search.

After pocketing a few more pictures and a couple of documents, I closed everything back up and went back downstairs. 

Walking through the second floor, I quickly realized that the minister and Sarah slept in separate bedrooms. The minster, true to his ego, commanded the larger room with Sarah down the hall in a much smaller room.

I knew that I was running out of time, so I did a quick search of his room, figuring that I wouldn't find much about him in Sarah's.

As I opened the top drawer on his nightstand, I saw a .45 cal pistol.

'What the hell does a preacher need a .45 for?' I asked myself.

I picked up the gun and briefly inspected it and, smelling the fresh oil, I realized that he kept it in good condition. As a safety precaution, I removed the round from the chamber and slipped it into my pocket. I then replaced the gun where I found it and continued looking around.

I did a quick search through his dresser drawers and his closet and found nothing significant or incriminating. I was contemplating whether to try and break in to his office in the church later when I heard noises outside.

I quickly walked to the window and peeked out. I realized that I must have spent a lot more time in my search than I realized, because there was a crowd forming as people streamed out of the church. I watched as Sarah talked with some congregants while the preacher held court at the top of the steps, just outside the front door to the church.

I quickly made my way to Sarah's room to look out the windows there, when I saw people walking around back there, also. 

Knowing that I was trapped, I quickly started looking for a place to hide in the house until I could sneak out when I heard the front door open. Thinking that it would probably be safer to hide in Sarah's room, I quickly slipped into her closet.

Immediately, I heard the preacher's voice as he barked at his wife.

"That is part of the duties of a minister's wife," I heard him say. "Those people are part of my flock, and you will be nice to them!"

I couldn't read what Sarah was thinking, but she was clearly not happy. Her anger though, had nothing to do with her husband's "flock", but something else.

"Now, I'm going to visit Betty Parson. She's still feeling down after Bob passed, and she needs some comforting. I'll be back in time for supper," he then told her. 

I heard the front door shut, and Sarah started walking up the stairs. The closer she got, the more I felt her anger.

' ... HOW you're going to comfort her!' I caught as she reached the top of the stairs.

I quickly slipped to the back of her closet, ducking behind some long clothes hanging on the rod. Seconds later, I heard her step in to her room. 

Squatting down. I was able to peek between the clothes and see a portion of the bottom of her room. From that angle, I wasn't able to see much more than her ankles and feet, but I watched as she stepped to the foot of her bed, and then her dress fell to the floor.

'It would be nice if your wife was comforted once in a while!'

I saw her blouse join her dress on the floor, and she then bent down and picked up her clothes. Slowly and quietly, I stepped out from behind her clothes and up to her door. Peering through the slats into her room, I got quite an eyeful.

Even in her conservative bra and panties, Sarah looked very good! She had filled out a little since the days of the bikini pictures hidden in the basement, but time had been quite good to her!

Sarah then turned toward a mirror hung behind her dresser and looked at herself. From where I was hiding, I could see her back and her reflection in the mirror.

'What's wrong with me? I don't think I look too bad! Why doesn't he show any interest in me?'

'There is nothing wrong with you at all!' I thought to myself. 'You look damn good!'

She continued looking at herself and let out a low sigh. After a few more seconds, she started to turn away, looking down at the floor.

Just then, I decided that a great way to take down the preacher would be from within, so I 'told' Sarah to stop.

'Look at yourself,' I told her. 'You look great!'

Sarah turned back to the mirror and looked at herself again. 'Yes, I DO look ok!'

'No, you look better than just ok! You look GREAT!'

Sarah sighed again.

'Take your bra off.'

Hesitating for a second, she then reached behind herself and unhooked the clasp at the back of her bra. Still watching herself, she lowered it, exposing her breasts.

From my angle, it looked like Sarah had a pair of large 'C' cups, capped off with large areola and dark, thick nipples. As I watched, her eyes locked on to her breasts and she softly stroked them.

Sarah let out a long, low sigh and her hands soon went to her nipples. To my amazement, at just the slightest touch, they grew to almost an inch-and-a-half.

'No! That is wrong! I can't take pleasure in myself!' I heard.

'Why not?' I sent back. 'He won't do it. You need some release.'

'But it's wrong! He said it's scripture!'

'He's been wrong before. He neglects you. It's a husband's duty to take care of his wife, and you know he's out taking care of someone else, instead!'

I could see the flicker of doubt in her eyes in her reflection. 'When was the last time he made love to you?' I added. 

'Too long ago,' I quickly heard.

I decided to let her think on that for a minute, and sure enough, her hands soon went back up to her breasts.

As she watched herself in the mirror, Sarah started massaging and squeezing her tits. I heard a soft whimper as she slid her fingertips across her nipples and her breathing started getting heavy.

As she continued caressing her breasts, I could see the resolve melting away in her eyes. I soon decided to give her one more push. 

'Do it. If he won't, then make yourself cum.'

She gasped softly and continued looking at herself.

'Yes! I haven't done that since before I met him!'

After taking one long, last look at herself, Sarah slowly walked over to her bed. After pulling her covers down, she then lay down on her back. 

I wanted to see what she would do without my prompting, so I did nothing but watch and 'listen'. Sarah closed her eyes and started caressing her breasts with both hands again. It wasn't long before she was moaning and her nipples grew longer.

To my surprise, Sarah started pulling on her nipples, which by now had grown even longer than they had earlier.

"Yesssssss," she hissed softly as she pinched, pulled, and squeezed her tits and nipples. She shifted her legs, and her hips started moving up and down.

As I watched, I felt my cock start to fill. This was a very erotic scene unfolding in front of me!

She released one breast and started sliding that hand down her body, softly gliding her fingers across her stomach and then over the front of her panties.

"Oooohhhhhhh!" she moaned as she rubbed her pussy through her panties. As she moved her hand up and down, I could see a growing wet spot forming on the fabric.

For the next couple of minutes, Sarah continued rubbing herself, her moans getting longer and louder. She squeezed her breast harder and began humping her hips higher.

Her hand then slid higher, up to the top of her panties, and her fingertips slid under the waistband. She slid them just a little further, and then stopped. Sarah hesitated for a second, like she was deciding whether to slip her hand any further.

I could see her fingers moving underneath the fabric, but it didn't look like she had reached much past the top of her mound.

I decided to send her one more message and see what would happen. 'Take them off and do it right,' I told her.

Sarah quickly raised her hips and slid her panties down her legs, leaving them at her feet. She then spread her legs wider and started sliding her fingers up and down her wet slit as her other hand went back up to her breast.

Not surprisingly, Sarah had a very hairy bush between her legs. As her lips spread, I could also see that she was very wet.

As I continued watching, she started moving her fingers faster and her hips moved in rhythm with her hand. She started pulling on her nipple harder, and her moans increased as well.

'Ohhhhh, I miss this!' I heard. 'I need this so bad!'

Soon, her pussy was seeping juices and she slid a finger all the way down her slit and in to her wet hole.

"Ohhhhyesssss!" she hissed, raising her hips to meet her hand.

She kept her finger buried deep inside her pussy for a minute and then started sliding it in and out.

"That's not enough!' she thought, and then slid a second finger in.

'Yesssss!'

Sarah planted her feet on the bed and started fingering her pussy faster and harder.

'I need more! I need a man inside me!'

She then shoved both fingers deep inside her pussy and slid her other hand down to her mound. As she kept her fingers inside herself, she began rubbing her clit, and I could see her other hand moving a little.

"Ooooohhhhhyeeeaaahhhhh!" she moaned softly as her hands worked closer to getting herself off.

Quietly, I began to open the closet door to get a closer look at Sarah. 'Keep your eyes closed and concentrate on what you're feeling,' I sent to her.

Sarah let out another moan and continued working both of her hands on her pussy.

'Oh yes! So close!'

I crouched down and slowly stepped toward the foot of her bed. As I got closer, I could smell the perfume of her juices as they flowed from her pussy. 

"Ohhmyygoddd!" she gasped softly as she started fucking herself faster.

'Stop!' I told her.

Sarah stopped abruptly and moaned in frustration, not knowing what she was doing.

'Get in to your favorite position before you make yourself cum.'

With a loud moan, Sarah rolled over on to her stomach, keeping her fingers inside her pussy. That gave me a great view of her ass, which was very firm and shapely. This was a woman that had definitely been hiding one hell of a body under her frumpy clothes!

'Now, do whatever you want, whatever you miss, to make yourself cum!' I wanted to see what made this woman tick, sexually.

As I continued to watch, Sarah slid her free hand underneath her body as she resumed finger-fucking herself. She then coated her fingers and slid her hand back out.

As her hips started moving again, she brought her fingers, shiny with her fluids, to her ass and started rubbing them on her back door.

Satisfied that she had wet it well enough, Sarah then slid her fingertip inside her asshole, up to her second knuckle. 

"Mmmmmmm," she moaned into her mattress.

'Do it! You're all alone! Let yourself go!'

Sarah then started moving her fingers in and out of both holes faster, and her moans got louder.

"Mmmm! MMmmmmm! NnnnnngggOOOOOHHHH!" she bellowed as her body started shaking.

I could see a light coat of sweat break out on her lower back as she shoved her fingers deep inside her pussy and ass, and her body convulsed.

"Ooohhhhhhhhhh!" she continued moaning, getting softer.

Soon, her body stopped shaking and she collapsed on the bed.

'Oh god, I needed that!'

'Now sleep,' I told her. 'Rest yourself. You deserve it!'

'Yes!' I heard in reply.

To my surprise, she then slid her fingers out of her pussy and brought them to her mouth. As I continued watching, she began licking and sucking her fingers clean.

"Mmmmmm," she moaned softly.

Intrigued, I decided to risk it and stay a little longer, wanting to try to get in to Sarah's subconscious mind.

Soon, her fingers fell from her mouth and her breathing slowed. Stepping quietly to the side of her bed, I looked at her sleeping form.

As I watched her, questions started forming in my mind, and I tried to decide which to ask first. Finally, I knew.

After letting her fall deeper in to sleep, I started. 

I decided to find out as much as I could about the Pastor, and not surprisingly, I didn't get much information. According to her, he said his name was Robert Smith, and that she met him through her parents, who owned most of the area around the church and were quite wealthy. They married a few months later, and shortly after that her parents died in a car crash.

After deciding that I wasn't going to get much more useful info on him from her, I changed course.

'How is your sex life with your husband?' I asked her.

'Bad,' she replied. 'We rarely have it, since he can't have kids.'




Mental Manipulations Ch. 05



'Do you miss it?'

'Not with him. He's very selfish, and not very good.'

'But you miss good sex?'

'Yes!'

'What was some of the best sex you've had?'

'When I was in college. My roommate Jenny and I had great sex. She even shared a couple of her boyfriends with me.'

I could sense a mental smile form on her face as she remembered those days.

'You liked eating her pussy?'

'Yes! I loved it!'

Before I could ask my next question, she continued.

'My favorite was when we got drunk with her boyfriend and smoked some pot. He did me in my butt while we had sex with each other.'

That thought did nothing to soothe my aching cock!

'Do you think about other men now?'

'Yes. The electrician the Pastor hired is very sexy. He's very good looking, and has a nice bulge in his pants.'

Nice! She's been checking me out!

'Pastor doesn't like him. He thinks that he's dangerous to him.'

'Do you think that the electrician is dangerous?'

'Yes, in a very sexy way.'

'Why does Pastor think that he's dangerous?'

'I don't know.'

Knowing that I didn't have much time, I decided to end my questions. I wanted to leave her with some suggestions first, though.

'Sarah, you know that sex is good, and can be fun,' I told her.

'Yes.'

'Then you need to keep that in mind always. You are a beautiful, sexy woman. Live like one. You can dress sexier.'

'But Pastor would be upset. He thinks I used to be a slut before we married.'

'Do you think you were a slut?'

'No! I just enjoyed sex!'

'Then you weren't a slut.'

'Start standing up for yourself. Pastor does not control you. He's supposed to be your husband, not your owner.'

'Yes!'

'Don't ever let him yell at you or hit you again. If he yells at you, yell back. If he hits you, hit him back, and then leave him.'

'But where will I go?'

I thought about that for a second, and then told her, 'Call the electrician.'

'Yes. The electrician is a good man.'

'Buy yourself sexier clothes. You deserve that.'

'Yes.'

Not wanting to risk spending any more time in the house, I gave her one more suggestion.

'Sleep well, Sarah. Have sexy dreams, the sex that you want to have.'

'Mmmm. Yes.'

I took one last look at Sarah's long, nude body, and covered her with her blanket before I stepped quietly down her stairs.

As I reached the first floor, I heard a car approaching. I looked out the window and saw the Pastor's car, so I quickly made my way to the back door and stepped out.

I waited outside the back door until I heard him come in the house, and he called out to Sarah. Getting no response, he started walking upstairs. I quickly sent him a message to let his wife sleep, and I then walked back to the woods and made my way home. 

As I walked back to my truck, I replayed the scene of Sarah masturbating and I realized how horny I was.

'Who should I call?' I thought to myself as I started up my truck.



Mental Manipulations Ch. 06



When I got home that day, I sent all of the information that I had gathered on the minister to Rat via a secure e mail router. Still horny from watching Sarah, I then decided to shower and try to figure out who I could have help me relieve my tension.

I didn't have Jennifer's phone number, and calling Abhi wasn't an option. I didn't want to call Roxy and give her the wrong impression, so that left going out to the bar. It was early on a Sunday night, so I knew that they wouldn't be very crowded, so the pickings would probably be slim. At the very least, I could get out and have a burger and a couple of beers, and if I had no luck, I could go for a long ride on my bike.

Before I left, I decided that if I met anyone that I wanted to spend some time with, I wasn't going to try to manipulate them mentally. I might listen in on their thoughts, but if they were going to sleep with me, it would be all their own decision.

When I walked in, the bar was, as I expected, pretty quiet. Since I was there to eat as well as drink, I took a seat in a booth, a couple of spots away from three women who were also eating and enjoying a couple of drinks.

The waitress quickly took my order and brought me my beer, and I sat back and relaxed as I replayed the day's events in my head.

With that part of the bar relatively empty it wasn't hard to overhear the conversation going on at the table with the women.

"Just because you haven't gotten laid lately doesn't mean you have to take it out on us when we talk about our sex lives," I heard one of them say.

I discretely looked over at the women. The one talking was tall and thin, very attractive, her hair pulled back in a pony-tail, and wearing what looked like designer clothes. She and her similarly dressed friend seemed to be giving the third woman, also attractive but shorter, heavier, and plainer looking, a hard time, teasing her.

"Hey, I can't help it!" the picked-on woman replied, clearly frustrated. "It's not like I don't want to find a man. Hanging out with you two just makes it a lot harder. You two attract men like moths to a flame. I just attract the cast-offs and losers!"

"Oh, lighten up Becky!" the third woman replied. "We're just teasing you!"

"Yeah, well it gets kind of old after a while," the one named Becky shot back. "You don't just tease. You rub it in. And you're mean about it!"

"I can't help it that I'm not as pretty as you two are, or that I don't have big tits like you do," she continued.

"Ok, let's change the subject," the first one said, cutting Becky off. "Becky's obviously a little extra touchy today."

'No, you two are just being extra special bitches today,' I heard in Becky's voice.

The waitress brought me my burger, and I continued discretely paying attention to the conversation as I ate.

The two other women, whose names I never caught, seemed very catty and snide toward Becky, and it was obvious that she was getting upset over their continued comments.

'My god! Why do I continue to hang out with these bitches?' I heard. 'I am so glad that I drove myself here tonight!'

The waitress soon brought them their check and as they tallied up the total, I decided that I would take a chance and bend, but not break, my rule for the night. 

I got up and walked to the bathroom, and as I passed their table, I sent Becky a message.

'After the bill is paid, stay and go to the bar for one more drink. You can drive yourself home after that.'

I saw Becky straighten up for a second as I walked into the Men's room, and she looked at her friends.

"Are you sure?" I heard pony-tail ask as I walked back to my table a couple of minutes later.

"Yeah," Becky replied. "I'm not ready to go home yet. Besides, I don't have to go in to work until late tomorrow, so I might as well enjoy myself tonight."

'Something I'm NOT going to do with you two around!'

"Ok," her friends said, "well we'll talk to you later, then."

"Ok, I'll call you during the week," she responded.

"She probably going to give it one more lame try to get laid tonight," the third one said softly as they passing me as I was settling my bill with the waitress.

I watched as Becky finished her drink, gathered her things and walked to the bar. I quickly followed her and took a seat a couple of seats down from her. 

As she stood, and I walked behind her, I took in a good view of her body. Her breasts were bigger that I had thought while she was sitting at the table. Her ass was not TOO big, filling out her skirt nicely, but definitely with some meat on it. 'Nice and cushy,' I thought. 

'What IS wrong with me?' I heard her ask herself after she ordered her drink. 'I know I'm not as pretty as they are, but I'm not as skanky as they are, either! Why can't I find a decent man, even if only for a night?'

I ordered my drink, and Becky took a quick look at me. I smiled at her and nodded, and continued looking around.

'Hmmm...' I heard.

When I looked back at her, I saw that she was still looking at me, so I turned to her.

"What happened to your friends, the Barbie twins?" I asked, smiling.

"Oh, they went home," she replied. "I just felt like staying out a little longer."

"Good for you," I said. "If you don't mind my saying, it looked like you needed a break from them." 

"What?" she asked. "Were you spying on us?"

"I'm sorry," I replied. "Not at all! Yours was the only other table occupied in that room, so it was kind of hard to miss you."

"I apologize. It's just my training. I notice things. I noticed that you seemed a bit ... upset at your friends. That's all. I didn't mean to seem nosy," I continued.

"What do you mean 'training'?" she asked. "What kind of 'training' teaches you to spy on people while they're having a private dinner?"

"I promise you, I wasn't spying," I answered, laughing. "I used to do some security work. Some of that time had me working bars and clubs watching out for problems."

"What? You were a bouncer?" she replied.

"Something like that," I told her, laughing again. "I trained the bouncers. I would also work the door or watch the floor, keeping an eye on things, making sure we didn't need the bouncers."

"Yeah, no offense," she responded, looking me over, "but you don't look big enough to be a bouncer."

I laughed and said, "Exactly. My job was to blend in, and train the bouncers to try to stop problems before a fight started."

"Ok, so what made you notice me and my friends?" she asked, softening her tone a little.

"Just observing your body language," I told her. "It looked to me like your friends were riding you about something that was annoying you, and you were getting tired of it."

'This guy's pretty good. Amazing how those two didn't catch that.'

"My guess is that the two Barbie dolls are too self-involved to notice how upset you were getting," I told her. "Or to care, quite honestly."

'Wow. This guy IS good!'

"Can I buy you a drink?" I asked her

"I don't know," she replied. "I'm not really looking to be meet anyone."

'Who are you kidding, you dummy?' she asked herself. 'He's cute, he's interesting, and you need to get laid! Let him buy you a drink, and see what happens!'

"I'm not looking, either," I told her. "I'm just asking to buy you a drink."

"I don't even know your name," she added.

"I'm sorry," I replied. "Where are my manners? My name is Kurt. Kurt Johnson."

"My name is Becky," she replied after a couple of seconds, taking my hand. "And I'd love one more drink." 

I caught the bartender's attention and ordered us another round, and Becky and I continued talking. 

'Hmmm. He IS good looking, he's funny, and very interesting. You could definitely do worse,' she thought.

'Hell, you HAVE done worse! It wouldn't kill you to flirt with him! See where this goes.'

As we continued talking, Becky indeed began flirting with me. I saw everything from staring in to my eyes, flared nostrils and hair twirling to stroking her drink glass. When she started touching my arm while she laughed, I knew that I had her.

I laid my hand on top of hers as she touched my forearm and leaned in to her.

'Yes! I think he's going to go for it!'

"Becky, would you like to leave?" I asked. "Maybe go someplace else?"

'Finally!'

"Sure," she replied, finishing her drink.

I quickly paid off our tab and walked her toward the door. 

"So, where were you thinking about going?" she asked as we walked out the door.

"My first thought was right here," I told her, as I took her in my arms.

'Oh shit! Here we go!'

I pulled her to me and kissed her, softly at first, and then she whimpered and pulled me in closer. I soon felt my blood rushing to my cock, and it was pressing against her belly.

'Wow! I haven't felt anything like that in a long time! Good to know I've still got it!'

We continued kissing for a couple of minutes before we separated.

'Holy crap! This guy can kiss!'

I was thinking the same thing about her. Becky's lips were soft and her tongue danced very nicely with mine, making for one of the most enjoyable, sensuous kisses that I'd had in a long time.

"Wow!" she said softly. "That was nice!"

"Yes, it was," I replied.

"So, where do you want to go now?" she asked.

"Well, my first thought is the age-old question, your place or mine?"

'I can finally break in my new bed!'

"If you want to follow me, we can go to my place," she said.

"Sounds like a plan."

"Where did you park?" she asked.

"Right here," I told her, pointing behind her.

She turned and looked at my bike. "Is that an Indian?" she asked.

"You know bikes?" I asked her.

"A little. My uncle owned an Indian when I was a little girl," she replied. "He used to give me rides all the time."

"This is a '53 Chief," I told her. "One of the last ones that they made. I inherited it from my grandfather."

'This guy gets hotter by the second!'

"Would you like to go for a ride first?" I asked her. 

"I'd love to!" she exclaimed.

We walked to my bike and I climbed on, handing Becky my helmet.

"Put this on," I told her. "Just in case, I don't want you messing up your pretty face."

Becky smiled at me and put the brain bucket on, and then mounted the bike behind me. I quickly I started it up and settled back into the seat.

"I've never ridden a bike in a skirt before," I heard her say as she smoothed her skirt. She then wrapped her arms around me and I took off.

I decided to head toward a bluff overlooking the lake, across from my house. It wasn't long before she slid her hands further around me, holding me tighter.

'Oh shit! I forgot about the vibrations from a motorcycle! I'm really liking this!'

Smiling to myself, I sped up. After a few minutes, I turned down a side road that led to the overlook, and that I knew was a little less kept up, and therefore a bit bumpier.

'Oh god, yes! This is like riding the biggest vibrator ever!'

"How are you doing back there?" I asked, turning my head as I slowed down.

"Oh, just fine!" she replied.

"Good!"

'Oh shit! If he keeps this up, I'm gonna cum!'

A couple of minutes later, just as Becky's mental moaning was getting louder, I pulled up to the spot that I was looking for. I quickly gunned the engine, causing her to gasp, and then shut it down.

Becky held me tightly for a few more seconds before she loosened up her grip and allowed me to step off the bike. Holding out my hand, I helped her off and we walked to the edge of the bluff.

When we got to the wooden corral fence, I turned her toward me and kissed her again. Becky moaned as our tongues danced together and our hands slid up and down each other's backs. I could feel my cock filling again, and she obviously felt it too as she pressed her belly against it once again.

A couple of minutes later, when our lips parted, I slid my hands down to her ass, keeping her body pressed against mine. 

"Before this goes any further, I want you to know something," she told me, looking up at my face.

"What?" I asked.

"I'm not looking for a relationship," she said. "I'm getting over a bad break-up, and I don't want to jump in to anything exclusive right now."

I smiled at her, and then leaned in and kissed her again. "That's perfect," I told her, recalling my talk with Roxy. "My divorce is still fresh, and I am certainly not ready for anything exclusive either."

"In fact, as a matter of full disclosure, I already have a couple of women that I see from time to time."

Becky looked at me for a second, and then said, "A couple of women?"

"Yes, a couple. I don't get to see them very often, and I still have kind of a high drive, so ..."

"Interesting," she replied. "You think you'll still have time, and energy, for me too?"

"Definitely."

"Cool," she replied, leaning in and kissing me again.

'God, this cock feels good pushing against me. I hope he knows what to do with it!'

When our lips parted a couple of minutes later, I tuned her around so that she was facing the fence, and the moonlit lake. I then stepped up behind her as she placed her hands on the railing, slid my arms around her belly, and pressed my bulge against her ass.

"Oh shit, yes!' she thought as I slowly cupped her tits and squeezed them, feeling her hard nipples. 'This guy's driving me crazy!'

I began pinching her nipples as I leaned in and kissed her neck, causing her to gasp and moan. She then started pushing her ass back against me, moaning louder.

I then started unbuttoning her blouse and slid my fingertips under the tops of her lacy bra cups, sliding them across her stiff nipples.

'Oh shit!'

"How private do you think this place is" she moaned softly as I began pinching her nipples and nibbling on her neck. 

"Very," I told her.

"How do you know? Do you come up here often?" 'With your other women?'

"No," I responded, laughing. "I live across the lake."

"Really?" she replied.

"Yes, really. It is very rare that I see headlights up here at night. "

'Ok, I've got to check this thing out!'

Becky turned around in my arms and kissed me again. 

"Do you think you can go twice in one night?" she asked, slipping her hand between us and cupping my hard cock.

'Holy crap! This thing feels big!'

"Is that some kind of an 'old man' crack?" I asked, pulling gently on her curly hair.

"No," she gasped. "I was just asking. My last boyfriend was a one-and-done kind of guy."

"Well, I don't think I can," I replied, laughing. "I know I can."

"Oh yeah?" she said, slowly opening my pants. "What makes you so sure? Your little blue friend?" 

I laughed at her question. "No," I told her. "I don't need any chemical help, especially when I'm with a sexy woman."

"Oh, you are a charmer!" she chuckled as she slid her hand inside my boxers.

'Shit! He's huge!'

"Go ahead," I told her as she wrapped her fingers around my shaft. "You know you want to."

"Oh yeah!" she breathed.

Becky kissed me on the lips, and then slowly lowered herself to her knees, never removing her hand from my pants. Once she was on the ground, she released my rod and hooked her fingers into my waistband.

She then slowly slid my shorts and boxers down, finally freeing my hard cock.

"Oh my!" she breathed as she grasped my pole again.

'Holy shit! He's going to fill me up real good!'

Becky exhaled slowly as she started at me, and then leaned in and placed a kiss on the head of my cock. As I continued watching, she opened her mouth and slowly lowered it down the length of my shaft. 

"Oh yeah!" I moaned at the feel of her lips sliding down my cock.

"MmHhmm!" she moaned as she began bobbing her head back and forth along the length of my shaft.

After a couple of minutes, Becky slid her lips all the way back, releasing my cock from her warm mouth.

'Damn! My jaw's not used to being stretched like that!' I heard as she began slowly stroking my saliva-coated pole.

She leaned back in and started flicking her tongue along my cock, alternating licking and sucking me.

A couple of minutes later her lips were sliding up and down my pole again as she took short strokes with her hand. 

Becky definitely had a lot of talent and enthusiasm, and soon had me on the edge. I reached down and grasped a handful of her hair as she brought me even closer.

'Oh yeah! He's getting close! I really want to try to deep throat him, but he's too damn big!'

"Oh shit!" I moaned as she took me deep. "That's so good!"

Becky backed her head up just a little and began stroking me faster with her hand as she continued working me with her lips.

"Oh yeah! You keep that up, and I'm gonna cum!" I told her.

"MmmHmmm!" she moaned, moving her hand faster.

As difficult as it was, I tried not pulling her head in to me as I felt my balls start to contract.

"Oh shit!" I exclaimed as I felt my cock begin to spew its load.

"Mmmmm!" Becky moaned.

My balls continued to empty as she started swallowing, trying to keep up.

'Holy crap! This guy cums a lot!'

"Oh fuck!" I gasped as I felt the last of my load spurt out.

"Mmmm! Tasty!" Becky said, smacking her lips as she released my deflating cock and leaned back.

"Holy crap!" I gasped as I released her hair.

"I glad you liked," she said, giggling.

I reached my hand down and helped her stand.

"Just wait until you see how much I like to give, too," I told her as I pulled her in to kiss her.

'Holy shit! He's even willing to kiss me after he came in my mouth!' I heard as our tongues danced together.

"Let's get you back to your car so I can follow you home," I told her a couple of minutes later as our lips separated. 

"The hell with my car," she replied. "We can get it in the morning."

I just smiled at her and said, "That works for me."

I stopped her from buttoning her blouse back up as she climbed back on to my bike, and she smiled at me, and then started directing me to her house.

'Oh crap! The vibrations are getting to me again! Between the bike and the blowjob, my panties are soaked!'

Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on your point of view, we soon pulled up to Becky's condo. She climbed off the bike right behind me and took off my helmet, and then started looking for her keys as we walked to her front door.

As soon as we walked in to her condo, Becky tossed her keys on to a table and grabbed my shirt. 

'I am so fucking horny!' I heard as she pulled my body to hers. She then wrapped her arms around me and started kissing me as she pressed her body against mine.

I reached my hands down and cupped her ass, pulling her even closer to me. 

'Oh god, that feels so good pushing in to me! I can't wait to feel that thing inside me!'

I slowly walked her backwards, until she was up against her door. Keeping our lips mashed together, I started unbuttoning the rest of her blouse.

'Shit yes! God I need this so bad!'

A few seconds later I was slipping her blouse off of her shoulders and tossing it to the floor. Becky then started pulling my t-shirt up and over my head just before I reached around and unhooked her bra, exposing her tits.

'Nice! Not bad shape for an older guy!'

"Mmmmmm," she moaned, sliding her hands across my chest as I cupped her breasts.

I slid her bra straps off of her shoulders and started gently squeezing her tits, softly pinching her stiff nipples, and then leaned down and kissed both of her puffy areola.

"C'mon. Let's go upstairs," she told me, pushing on my chest. 

"No," I told her as I directed her to her dining room table. "I'm hungry. I need a snack first."

I then lifted Becky and placed her on the table. 

I sat down in in an arm chair and slid forward, sliding my arms under her legs.

'What is he ... oh yes!' I heard as I laid her back and started kissing my way up her inner thigh.

Becky moaned and sighed softly as I slowly kissed, licked, and nibbled my way up her legs, alternating between the two meaty stems.




Mental Manipulations Ch. 06



'Oh my god! On my table! Oh shit yes, that's nice!'

I pulled her skirt up to her waist and lifted her legs a little higher as I placed a kiss just above the large wet spot on her panties.

"Yessssss!" she hissed.

A couple of minutes later I stood, keeping her ankles on my shoulders, and started sliding her panties down.

'Damn! I should have trimmed today!' I heard as she lifted her ass off of the table.

I then dropped her moist panties on her chest, between her tits, and sat back down, looking at her wet pussy.

'What the ...? Ooooh! He's got a little kinky in him!'

"Ohhh yeah!" Becky moaned as I leaned in and slowly slid my tongue through the wetness oozing down her slit.

Becky began moving her hips up and down as I continued dragging the tip of my tongue along her pussy, avoiding her clit. Her moans were getting louder, and she soon reached her hands down to my head, trying to urge me on.

'Quit teasing me! I need to cum so bad!'

She tried pulling my head in closer to her pussy, but I reached my hands up around her legs and grasped her wrists and pulled them down to the table, holding them there. Becky gasped and then started moving her hips and ass around, trying to get me to lick her clit.

"Oh god, please!" she moaned, still moving her hips as I continued kissing and licking all around her pussy. 

'I can't take much more of this teasing! Is this guy afraid of eating pussy?'

After another minute or so, I leaned in, flattened my tongue, and slowly dragged it up her slit, through her wetness, and across the length of her clit.

"Oh, fuck yes!" she groaned loudly, pushing her hips up at my face again. Keeping a tight grip on her wrists as she tried moving her arms, I then started slowly flicking my tongue all around her clit, concentrating on the left side when she gasped loudly as I hit that spot.

'Oh yeah! Finally, a guy that knows what he's doing down there!'

Becky's moans increased and got louder as I increased the speed of my tongue

"Oh god, yes!" she moaned, humping her ass up and down. 

'I can't believe I'm letting him do this to me on my table! But I don't want him to stop. It feels so good! I need this so bad!'

I continued my tongue's dance around her clit, and her moans and gasps got louder. After a few more minutes, her arms tightened and pulled against my hands.

"Oh yes! Right there! Oh yeeaah!" she moaned.

'Oh my god! He's so good! I'm gonna cum soon if he keeps this up!'

I did indeed keep it up, and soon felt Becky's legs begin to shake. "Ooohhhhhhh ..." she started moaning, moving her hips even harder.

I released her left wrist and slid my hand in front of me. Becky kept her hand down and gripped the edge of the table as I slowly slid two fingertips up her wet slit, coating them in her juices.

'Ohhhhhyeah!'

"Ohmygodyes! I'mgonnacum! Ohfuckyesssss!" she moaned loudly as I started sliding my fingertips around her wet hole.

Seconds later, Becky's body stiffened and started shaking.

"OohhhYEAAAH!" she screeched as I slid my fingers all the way in and turned my hand palm up. 

In her head I heard a buzzing, kind of like white noise, at the same time that I felt a strong flow of juices seeping out around my fingers.

"OOhhhhhhh! NnnnnnnGGGhhhhhh!"

I felt her pussy clamping down on my fingers as her hips bounced up and down off of the table top.

I took a couple more swipes with my tongue at her clit, causing her body to jerk, before I slid it down and lapped up her nectar, spreading it all around just below her sensitive bud.

Her ass soon settled back down on the table and I slowed down my oral assault. The buzzing in her head quieted down and I slid my fingers out of her pussy as I took one last flick at her clit before I stood.

I released her other wrist and brought both of my hands up to her still heaving tits and gave them a gentle squeeze.

"Oh my god!" she gasped as she looked up at me. "That was fucking amazing!"

'Holy crap! Where did he learn to eat pussy like that?'

I smiled at her, giving her nipples a pinch, and slid my hands down to her ass. Lifting her legs, I moved my hips around, lining my hard cock up with her pussy.

Becky helped me by moving her hips also, and soon the head of my cock was nestled in her pussy. I teased her with just the head for a little while, before I thrust my cock forward, burying it deep inside her wet depths in one push.

"Oh shit!" she gasped as my hips slammed in to her ass. 'Damn! A little warning next time!'

I didn't move much for the next few seconds, moving my hips sideways instead of sliding my pole in and out. Soon, Becky started moving her hips again, moaning softly.

Holding her legs up, I started moving my hips back and forth, sliding my hard shaft in and out of her pussy.

"Ooohhhh yeeaahhhh!" she moaned softly, wrapping her fingers around my wrists.

'Oh god, that's good!'

I continued taking low, slow strokes and soon Becky's breath started getting heavier. After a few minutes, she slid her hands down and grasped the edge of the table.

'Ok, start going faster, already!' I heard as she began moving her hips up and down.

Smiling, I did just what she wanted and started fucking her faster, occasionally taking a hard, fast thrust into her.

"Oh shit! Yes!" she exclaimed as her eyes popped open and looked at me. "Oh, fuck!"

'Oh my god, he's gonna make me cum again already!'

As much as I was enjoying watching her tits jiggle and bounce on her chest, I didn't want her to cum yet, so I slowed down, and then took one last, deep thrust.

"Oooof!" she exclaimed.

'Oh damn! I feel so full!'

I then slid my hands up her body, and then under her shoulders. "Hold on to me," I told her as I lifted her arms.

Moaning softly, Becky reached her hands up and locked them around my neck as I pulled her up to my body.

I slowly slid my hands back down her body, pausing briefly to squeeze her tits and gently pinch her nipples, and then brought them down to her ass. Cupping her ass cheeks, I pulled her toward me, causing her to yelp as my cock bottomed out inside her again.

With a firm grip on her hips, I then started to fuck her again, this time moving faster and harder.

"Yes! Fuck me! Give it to me good!" she hissed through gritted teeth.

'Ho. Leee. Shit! I'm not gonna be able to walk right tomorrow!'

I felt her heels kicking against my ass as I continued thrusting in to her wet pussy. Her tits were bouncing and shaking on her chest with every plunge of my shaft and she was starting to get a thin sheen of sweat on her chest.

"Oh yeah, baby! Fuck me good! Just like that!" she moaned.

'He's gonna make me cum again!' 

Still not wanting her to cum yet, I took one more hard thrust and slammed my pole into her as I pulled her to me once more.

"Oh shit!" she exclaimed as our hips crashed into each other.

'Damn! I wasn't ready for that! Why did he stop? I was getting so close!'

I leaned in and kissed her, moving my hips around, and then slowly pulled my shaft out. Becky moaned as her pussy emptied and I stood back, my cock shiny with her juices.

With her legs still spread far apart, I bent down and slowly slid my tongue through her wetness, from her steamy hole up to her clit.

"Oh yessss!" she hissed, leaning back on her arms.

I flicked my tongue at her clit a few times, causing Becky to moan louder, and then I slid it back down and into her pussy.

'Oh yeah, that's nice!'

I rubbed my nose back and forth just below her clit as I continued to stuff my tongue in and out of her pussy. A couple of seconds later, Becky reached her hands down and held on to my head as she began moving her hips up and down again.

'Oh yeah! He's getting me close again! Ohhh! I'm getting so close!'

I pushed my face hard against her pussy, sticking my tongue as deep as I could, and shook my head. Becky gasped and moaned again, moving her hips even harder, before I pulled away and stood.

As she moaned and looked up at me, I gently pulled her off of the table, and she stood as her eyes locked on to my shaft. With just a slight nudge from me, she then knelt in front of me and slowly slid her lips down the length of my cock as her eyes locked on to mine.

"Oh yeah!" I moaned in encouragement. "So good!"

"MmmHmm!" she moaned back as she started bobbing her head up and down.

'Damn! It's been way too long since I tasted myself on a nice, hard cock!'

I stood there for a couple of minutes, enjoying her oral talents, before I reached down and pulled her up.

I stepped up and kissed her again before I spun her around and bent her over her table. Grasping the base of my cock, I started sliding it up and down her wet slit and lined the head up with her warm hole.

"Ooohhhhhyyeeeaaah!" she moaned as I slid into her. Her arms reached out and she flattened herself out on the table as I slowly began fucking her again.

She soon started moving her hips and ass back at me, getting into a rhythm with my thrusts.

'Oh my god! Family dinners on this table are never going to be the same again!' 

'You're going to have a big smile and wet panties every time you sit down for dinner at this table, thinking about what he did to you here tonight,' I sent to her.

'Yes!'

Holding on to her hips, I thrust my cock in and out of her tight, wet hole as she continued moaning, moving her hips and ass back at me. 

A couple of minutes later, Becky raised herself up and placed her hands on the table. 

"Oh yeah! Fuck me!" she exclaimed as she pushed back at me, arching her back and extending her arms.

I then reached up and grabbed a handful of hair, pulling back on it as I thrusted harder.

'Mmmmmmmm! Nnnnnggghhhhh!'

We fucked like that for a couple more minutes before I started feeling like I was getting close to cumming. Not wanting either of us to get off yet, I slammed forward one more time and then stopped. I released her hair and leaned in, reaching my hands around her body. As I softly nibbled on the sensitive skin just behind her ear lobe, I cupped her tits, gently pinching her nipples and rolling them, bringing out another loud moan from her as she leaned back against me.

I then slid my cock out of her and took a step back, pulling her with me. As I sat in her chair, I turned her around to face me and then pulled her forward. She straddled my lags, and reached down, grasping my slick rod.

Locking her eyes on mine, Becky slowly bent her knees and lined my cock up with her pussy. She then bent her knees more, sliding her wet hole down the length of my shaft.

Leaning forward against me, pressing her tits against my chest, she sighed softly and started moving her hips and ass in my lap.

'I need to cum so bad!' I heard as she rode me, moving her hips faster.

I wanted to keep the teasing going for a little while longer, so I slid my hands down to Becky's ass and pulled her in tight. Mashing her tits against my chest, she buried her face in my neck and moaned loudly.

'Oh damn! He's in so deep!'

"Where's your bed?" I asked softly.

"Huh?" she replied, pulling her head up. "Umm, upstairs."

"Show me," I told her.

Becky moaned softly as she slid her ass back and slowly stood. Looking down at my erect, slick cock, she exhaled a long, low breath. 

"Shit! I can't believe he hasn't cum yet! I want to ride him until we both cum like crazy!'

I then stood and Becky took my hand, leading me toward the staircase. As she started walking up the stairs, I followed, giving her a couple of sharp smacks on her soft ass cheeks.

"Oww!" she yelped, giggling as she ran up the stairs.

I followed her slowly, watching as she walked into her bedroom. As I entered her room, I saw that she had turned down her sheets and was standing at the side of her four-poster bed, waiting for me.

Smiling at her, I climbed on to her bed and lay on my back. Becky looked at my still semi-hard cock and stepped toward me.

"Mmmmmm," she moaned as she wrapped her fingers around my shaft.

Now it was my turn to moan as she dipped her head and slowly slid her lips down the length of my pole.

"Oh yeah!" I said. "You are so good!"

"MmmHmm!" she moaned in agreement as she continued sucking my cock.

"Such a nice cock! I want to ride this thing until I cream all over it!'

I reached my hands down and gently pushed her head down, until her lips were as far down my shaft as she was going to take it. As I released her head I reached down a little further and hooked my hands under her shoulders.

"Swing that pretty pussy up to my face," I told her.

"Mmmm!" she exclaimed, keeping her lips wrapped around my pole as she joined me on the bed and straddled my head.

'Yes!'

Becky slowly started lowering her pussy down to my face, until I reached up, grasped her ass cheeks, and pulled her down sharply.

"Ohhyesss!" she moaned, releasing my cock for the moment.

'Oh yeah! That tongue is SO good!'

Holding tightly to her ass cheeks, I started sliding my tongue along her wet slit and then began flicking it across her clit.

Becky continued slowly bobbing her head up and down, occasionally pausing when my tongue hit a sensitive spot along her clit. I reached my hand a little further and started sliding a fingertip across her asshole, causing her to gasp and then plunge her head down deep.

'Oh my god! He did it! I'm gonna cum!'

Still not wanting her to cum yet, I stopped and pulled her hips up off of me. "Ride me," I told her. "I want to see you on my cock!"

Becky let out a low, soft growl of frustration, and then crawled down my body. When she reached my hips, she grasped my cock and then quickly lowered herself down, her warm pussy engulfing my shaft.

"OhhYEEAAH!" she moaned as she started moving her hips up and down.

I reached down and grasped her ass cheeks tightly. Becky started moving her hips faster, almost slamming herself down on me.

'Oh. My. God!' 

After a couple of minutes, I released one ass cheek and gave her a quick spank as she continued riding me.

"Ohhh!" she exclaimed, stopping for a split second. "Yes!"

I spanked her ass one more time before I grasped her ass again. Remembering her reaction earlier when I touched her asshole, I slid my thumb across it.

Becky gasped pushed back a little, pressing her ass harder against my thumb. 

'Mmmmmmm! So close!'

I released her ass again and gave her another sharp smack on the cheek. "Turn around," I told her.

'What the hell! Every time I get close, he stops!'

Becky started to raise up and slide my cock out of her pussy, but I held on to her hips. I pulled her back down and spun her around, keeping my rod deep inside her. 

She moaned and then rested her ass on my legs before she started moving her hips again.

'Holy crap! That was a wild feeling!'

"Ride me baby," I told her as I squeezed her tits.

"Yessssss!" she hissed, moving her hips faster as I pinched her nipples.

Becky soon started bouncing up and down on my cock, her breath getting heavier.

'Oh yeah! Almost there! Please let me cum!'

'Hearing' that, and knowing that I wasn't going to last too much longer, I released her tits and slid my hands up behind her shoulders. I then pulled her down to my chest, bent my knees and placed my feet on the mattress, and started fucking her fast and hard.

"Oh shit! Yes! Fuck me!" she exclaimed loudly.

'OH MY GOD! YES!' 

"Oh my god! I'm cumming! Oh yeeeaaahhhhh!"

I suddenly felt her pussy start to spasm and then clamp down around my shaft, her body tightened, and a surge of fluid gush out, coating my balls.

Becky's hands were digging into my shoulders as I continued pistoning in and out of her, and I soon felt my balls start to tighten.

"Oh shit! I'm gonna cum!" I moaned.

"Yes! Fuck yes! Cum!" she yelled, holding me tighter.

"Ooohhh yeeaah!" I moaned as I felt my cock explode, spewing my load deep inside her pussy.

"Yes! Yes! Fuck! Yes!" she yelled as my rod continued spitting.

Her mind at this point was nothing but white noise as she started coming down from her orgasm.

"Oh my god! That was amazing!" she moaned softly as her body collapsed on top of mine a couple of minutes later.

'Holy crap! I can still feel him throbbing!'

"Yes, it was," I said in agreement.

A few minutes later, as both of us tried to catch our breath, Becky rolled off of my body and lay on the bed.

"Oh my god, thank you!" she whispered a few minutes later, kissing my neck. "I really needed that!"

"Believe me, it was my pleasure!" I replied, wrapping my arm around her.

"Can you spend the night?" she asked.

"Unless you want me to leave," I told her.

"No," she replied. "I don't have the energy to push you out even if I wanted to."

"Good," I said, laughing. "That means that I did my job right."

"Oh yeah!" she sighed.

'If I can get him to come back, maybe I can finally use this four-poster for the reason I bought it for.'

'Hell, if he can make it fit, maybe I'll even give him my ass, too.'



Mental Manipulations Ch. 07



My sincerest apologies to everyone that has written me asking me to continue this series. I had a number of issues delaying this, not the least of which was the fact that I let what was supposed to be a minor back-story about the preacher get away from me, causing writer's block when I tried to figure out how to get back on track. I had hoped that writing the "Second Chances" series with rainbowdreamer would help, but alas, it didn't. 

I finally figured out a way to deal with the preacher and get this series going again. There is very little sex in this chapter, and what is here isn't my usual sex scene. I promise to do my best to give more regular chapters, now that I believe I have my writing mojo back. I am already working on the next episode, where the preacher will be dealt with accordingly, and this series will be back on track. 

*****

I gave up on trying to get the minister to agree to pay my medical bills, so I made arrangements to take care of them, but I decided to ramp up my work on him, and his wife. There was something about him that kept him on my radar.

I worked on a job over the next few days, and when I came home one day there was a large, familiar Harley sitting in front of my house, with an equally large man sitting on my stairs. Smiling to myself, I knew that Rat must have found something interesting on the good minster.

"Beer me, you ugly bastard!" was the first thing I heard as I stepped out of my truck. 

"I'm surprised you didn't just break in and help yourself," I shot back as walked up to the house.

"Consider it a professional courtesy," he replied. "Besides, I never know what kind of psychotic animals you have wandering around inside."

"Seriously?" I exclaimed, laughing as I unlocked my front door. "All the shit we saw in country, all the crap that we barely survived, and you're afraid of a couple of house pets?"

"Fuck you," he mumbled in reply. "That fucking cat you had was nuts!"

"Awww. She loved you!" I replied, laughing at how my nine year old tabby, as docile an animal as I've ever seen, almost literally scared the crap out of Rat when she jumped up on his back as he was standing in my kitchen the last time that he spent time with me.

"Fuck you again," he replied, opening my refrigerator and grabbing a beer.

"Hey, asshole!" I said, seeing that he only had one beer in his over-sized hand. "What the fuck?"

"Oh. Yeah," he mumbled, handing the beer to me. 

I then went to my liquor cabinet and broke out a bottle of 12 year old Jameson and we went out onto the deck, where he filled me in on what he was able to find out about the good reverend.

"This sumbitch is a piece of work," Rat growled after he downed a shot. "I'll give him this, he knows how to cover his tracks pretty well."

"But not well enough," I added, filling our glasses again.

"He's good," Rat replied. "But he's not THAT good."

A couple of minutes later, we were downloading the contents of a flash drive onto my computer. Rat told me that after he put all of the info that I gave him into the national databases and came up empty, he had to do the same with every individual state. Finally, after going through every single military, federal, and state database available, Rat struck gold. 

It turns out that the good reverend was nothing more than a petty criminal. He was arrested for the first time, as an adult at least, on his 18th birthday under the name Dwight Corey, for attempted robbery. It turned out that the owner of the store that Dwight and his equally misguided nitwit buddies tried to rob was a Cambodian refugee who had lived through the Viet Nam war as well as Pol Pot, so three pimple-faced, greasy-haired kids weren't going to scare him, and he pulled out a .357 to hold them until the cops arrived.

For the next eight years, Dwight Corey was in and out of jail for everything from DUI to a three-year stint as a guest of the state for Grand Theft Auto. Within a year of his release from prison, Dwight Corey just disappeared.

Thanks to data mining, Rat was able to follow Dwight through a half dozen different incarnations, in and out of jail, but now graduated to much bigger ticket crimes like fraud and Grand Larceny. He always managed to disappear just before he was arrested. 

Five years ago, Robert Smith appeared on the scene at Holly Hill, this time as a minster. A few months later, Sarah's parents were killed in a car accident that the state police investigators considered questionable, but couldn't prove anything.

"Thank the deities for facial recognition software," Rat said as he poured himself another drink. "I never would have found him without the stuff the feds have." 

I paged through the contents of the flash drive while Rat continued talking and drinking. As I read, he explained how all of Dwight's crimes were small enough to not attract Federal, or usually even State, attention.

"He was smart enough to stay under the radar," Rat said. "Everything that he did was on a smaller, local scale. I had to do some major digging to find this bastard."

The more that I read, the more a pattern started to emerge. The only difference was the scale of his crimes. As I read further, I saw that he basically didn't exist for a couple of years before he appeared as Reverend Robert Smith. Within the year, Sarah's parents were dead, with Dwight taking over Sarah's father's congregation.

"So all of this is over medical bills?" Rat asked as I sat back.

"It started out as the medical bills, but it turned into more than that," I replied. "A lot more."

"I can't explain it," I continued as he looked at me silently. I COULDN'T explain it to him! I can't explain what's happening to myself, much less anyone else! "I just got a bad vibe from the guy."

"He's a religious fraud, he's a wife beater, and just a general asshole."

"He beats his old lady?" he replied. That was a major sin in Rat's world. Violence against women and kids was something that we both hated, and part of a code that we both lived by, one that had gotten both of us in trouble before. Not that either of us would change that belief... "That kinda shit ain't right."

"So, what's your plan?" he asked me a few minutes later, when I got up for another beer.

"His downfall," I replied.

Rat and I spent the rest of the day, and most of the night, drinking and catching up. Somehow, I made it up to my bed, but Rat never made it off of the deck.

The next day, I told him that I wanted to go back to the pastor's house the next Sunday while everyone was in church, and sneak back in. I had an idea to play with Dwight's head, and I was hoping to get further into Sarah's. 

"Why the hell do you want to sneak in like that again?" he asked, incredulous. I knew that my plan went against everything that we knew, but there really was no other option.

"Because it worked last time," I replied. Rat stared at me for a second before he shrugged his shoulders. 

"Ahh, fuck it. Why not?" he said. "Let's hear your plan."

*****

Sunday morning found Rat and myself on our stomachs in the woods behind the reverend's house at 3:00 A.M., watching the house and the church. As I expected, he had no goons watching the house or church yet, which would make the plan easier to execute.

Rat had some state of the art communications gear that he had "borrowed", so we were able to keep in touch with each other during the day. I popped open the latch on the basement window and then waited, keeping watch while Rat approached the church. A couple of seconds later, he gave me a thumbs-up and we both snuck into the buildings.

We decided that I would take a closer look through the house while Rat went through the church offices, placing some software on Dwight's computer and tapping his phone line and doing all sorts of other Rat-like stuff.

At 5:00, I heard someone moving around and I let Rat know. I hadn't found anything else useful down there, so I was just sitting in the corner of the basement at that point, waiting. Within a few minutes I heard footsteps coming down the stairs from the second floor and then going into the kitchen. From the light sound of the footfalls I knew that it was Sarah.

I tried to follow underneath her as she moved around to read her thoughts, but I was having a hard time. I could tell that she was not in a happy mood, but reading her individual thoughts was proving a little more difficult. 

I soon caught a whiff of coffee being brewed, and then bacon being fried. I did my best to ignore the rumblings in my stomach as I moved around. I soon heard a heavier set of footsteps coming down the stairs, telling me that Dwight was up.

I listened as he sat down and Sarah served him his breakfast. Surprisingly, I didn't hear Sarah sit down to eat, nor did I hear any conversation. A couple of minutes later I heard his chair scrape on the floor again as he got up and started going back upstairs. He stopped when he reached the stairs and I heard him say, "Make sure that you're on time, woman. You make me look bad when you're not there early to greet my flock, and dressed appropriately!"

"And for crap sake, cover up that bruise!"

That last statement got my attention, and I really hoped that it didn't mean what I thought it did.

I slowly walked up the stairs, waiting behind the door in hopes that I could read her thoughts better as she cleaned up the kitchen. She was definitely pissed off, mostly at Dwight, and her body was achy. 

A few minutes later I heard Dwight coming back downstairs. As he reached the landing, just on the opposite side of the door from where I was standing, I heard, 'I hope that fat dumb bitch is on time! I need to get my rocks off before I go on!'

"I'm leaving, woman," he barked. "I have work to do before the morning services."

"I hope you learned your lesson last night," I heard just before the front door closed.

Without another word between them, Dwight walked out of the house. I quickly warned Rat that he was about to have company, and then listened for Sarah. 

'Work, my bruised ass. I hope you get VD from that whore!'

A couple of minutes later I heard her go up the stairs, and then the shower turned on. I quietly slipped through the door and walked up the stairs. I walked past the bathroom door, trying to peek in at her in the shower, and into her bedroom. 

Looking around her room quickly, I saw a long skirt and a blouse hanging on her closet door, telling me that her closet was a safe place to hide and read her as she got ready.

A few minutes later I heard the water shut off, and then she walked into her room. Peering through the slats, I saw her lean body just a couple of feet from me, wrapped only in a towel. I watched her as she stepped over to her dresser and pulled open a top drawer. 

'How's this for appropriate dress? Is your whore dressed appropriately?' she asked as she pulled out an ivory-colored lace thong. She looked through her drawer a little more and pulled out a matching bra. These were definitely not the type of underwear that she was wearing the last time I was here. 

As I watched, Sarah turned towards her bed, unwrapped her towel and dropped it on the bed. I felt my eyes widen and I caught my breath as I looked at her body. Sarah had a huge bruise on her left side, just a couple of inches below her breast as well as a big bruise on the outside of her left thigh. She was also moving gingerly as she got dressed. 

'Bastard!' I heard as she put her bra on and adjusted it. 'He's lucky that I didn't memorize that electrician's phone number! Oww! Damn it!'

I watched silently as she got dressed and made her final adjustments in the mirror before she went downstairs and then left the house. I let Rat know that the house was empty and then waited a couple of minutes before I stepped out of the closet. 

I went back up to the attic and started looking around when I heard Rat's voice come through my earpiece. "Dude, this is one strange motherfucker we've got here," he told me. "He just spent the last hour in his office doing some kinky-ass shit with a woman I wouldn't let my dog fuck."

"I've seen some of the women you've been with," I replied. "That's saying a lot!"

"Did you find anything?" I asked.

"I haven't looked through the office yet," he said. "I was busy setting up all of my toys. I do think that it's interesting that he has one hell of an industrial-type safe in his office."

"Yeah, he's got a .45 in his night stand, too," I replied as I continued looking through the attic.

"He's got a .357 in his desk," Rat said a couple of minutes later. "This is one seriously paranoid dude!"

I smiled to myself, knowing that Dwight was about to discover a whole new level of paranoia. "Wait until he discovers that he's missing a round from his cylinder," Rat added. "It's a bitch finding that out at the last second!" hearing that made me smile even more, knowing that we were on the same wavelength after I did the same thing to Dwight's gun in his nightstand.

"See what you can find in his safe," I told him. "I'll talk to you back at the house."

I spent that next hour or so searching the house for hidden stash spots but came up empty. Rat notified me that the services were ending, so I wrapped up my search and found a spot to hide in Dwight's bedroom, as he would be my main target tonight.

After a couple of seconds, I realized that hiding under his bed was the best spot, especially considering what I had planned for Dwight.

Just as last time, Dwight and Sarah came in the house together and almost total silence followed. Even without my newfound abilities I could feel the tension between them. To my surprise, they both left a few minutes later in Dwight's car. Right after that, Rat contacted me again.

"I just saw them leave," he told me. "If you're done there, come into the church. You need to see this."

I snuck out of the house through the basement window again and started walking to the church when a car came down the drive towards the lot. I stood behind a corner of the building and watched as one of Dwight's security goons stepped out of the car. He then started towards the church.

"You've got company," I told Rat. "One of Dwight's security is heading your way."

Rat gave me a double-click, and as the goon walked in the front of the church, I slipped in the same way Rat did. I then silently walked down the hall and hid around the corner from the office, thinking that was where he was going. After a few seconds I heard his footsteps coming down the stairs and watched as he entered the office.

I couldn't see what was going on in the room, but I could hear things moving around, and then a soft metallic thunk, telling me that the goon was in the safe. I quickly and quietly snuck down the hall and used a small mirror to peek into the room and see what he was doing. As I watched, the goon slid out the shelves at the top of the safe, revealing a hidden compartment. The goon then reached into his pocket and pulled out a couple of very small items and put them in the safe, replaced the inner sleeve, and locked the safe back up.

He turned and started walking out of the room when I sent him a message. 'Write down the safe's combination.' I told him.

The goon stopped momentarily and then walked back to the desk. He pulled out a stack of sticky notes and wrote down the number and then stood at the desk, looking confused.

'Leave it there, and forget that you did that,' I sent.

He stood there for a second before shaking his head and then leaving. A second after the front door was locked from the outside, I heard Rat's voice softly on the earbud.

"20," he said, asking my location.

"Office," I replied.

Seconds later, Rat came down the stairs from the sanctuary. "The meat is gone," he told me.

"He put something in the safe," I told him. I discreetly slipped the combination into my pocket, keeping it for later. 

"Damn," he replied. "I was looking through his vestry before the meat showed up. Why the hell would a minister need hidden cameras, and a bench that sure as hell ain't no kneeler, in his vestry?"

"And before you ask, no, the cameras didn't catch me. He's got them controlled by a commercial grade DVR in the closet."

We then went up to the vestry and he showed me what he found. Dwight had the room wired not only with a half-dozen cameras, but as I examined the room closer, I found that he also had a few microphones hidden, including one in the bench that Rat pointed out, which definitely was NOT a kneeler ... at least, not one that is normally used in a church.

Looking at the angles of the cameras, I was starting to get an idea of what Dwight was doing, and it definitely was not Christian in manor. Not knowing how long Dwight and Sarah would be gone, I didn't want to risk either of us getting caught, so I sent Rat back to my place, telling him that I had more recon to do, and I would see him in the morning.

'What are you up to?' I heard him ask as he looked at me. He then agreed, and after I gave him my keys he slipped out the back of the church.

Once he was gone, I went back down to the office. Using the goon's note, I had the safe open in seconds, and immediately found another .45 auto sitting on the top shelf. 

After releasing the round from the chamber and pocketing it, I looked into the hidden compartment. Here I saw a stack of discs in sleeves and a few thumb drives. I pulled out the discs and saw that all of them were labelled with a woman's name and a date. Attached to a couple of thumb drives were sticky notes with similar info.

I immediately made plans to come back with a lap top and copy as much of the data as I could. Looking at my watch though, I knew that I couldn't risk any more time in the church so I carefully put everything back together as I found it and slipped out of the church and back into Dwight and Sarah's house.

I was back in the house about an hour when Dwight and Sarah came home. More odd silence between them followed as I heard Sarah start cooking and Dwight came upstairs, where I was hiding under his bed.

From that vantage point, I watched as he took off his shoes and his pants then dropped to the floor.

'Damn, that bitch gets wild on Sunday mornings! I thought she was going to break my dick off inside her fat ass!' I heard. 

'Too bad that uppity cunt downstairs is so damn stubborn-minded. She's not a bad fuck either. She's just too damn smart, and smart-assed, for her own good! Otherwise this would all be a hell of a lot easier!'

'Maybe she needs to have an accident, too.'

I then watched his feet and ankles as he walked out of his room and into his bathroom, where I heard the shower start up seconds later. 

I lay under his bed for a few hours as I waited for Dwight to go to bed. To my amazement, the only communication that I heard between the two of them was when Dwight growled and barked orders at Sarah. Sarah, for the most part, didn't speak unless she was responding to him.

After dinner, Dwight left again and I listened to Sarah as she cleaned up downstairs. I knew that she would be going to bed before Dwight, so I slipped into her closet again while she did the dishes. A short time later Sarah walked into her room and I watched her from the closet once more as she got undressed.

She was still moving gingerly as she took off her clothes, and I saw the bruise on her ribs was darker than it was that morning. 'Damn! He got me good that time!' I heard as she looked at herself in the mirror.

Standing in front of her mirror in only her bra and panties, she looked at herself for a couple of minutes. She then groaned as she reached behind herself and unclasped her bra. She complained quietly to herself about her bruises as she continued looking at herself in the mirror after she slid her panties down her legs.




Mental Manipulations Ch. 07



'I really wanted to take care of myself tonight while he's out seeing to another of his whores, but he hit me too damn hard last night!'

I stood there, quietly fuming, as I listened to her. I warned Dwight about ever hitting her again, but apparently he didn't take me seriously.

'I need to find the electrician's phone number. He said he would protect me and stop him from hitting me!'

'Relax, go to sleep, and think naughty dreams,' I sent to her a couple of seconds later. 

'Yes, sleep. I need sleep. Maybe I'll fall asleep thinking about the electrician.'

Flattered, I stayed there watching her as she carefully put on a long, lightweight nightgown that she somehow still managed to make look good, turned off her light, and went to bed. 

Sarah fell asleep quickly, and after a short while I slipped from her closet and went back to Dwight's room, sliding my body back under his bed. About an hour later, I saw lights shining on his wall from the driveway, telling me that he was home. A short while later the front door opened and I then heard him walking up the stairs.

I listened as he came up the stairs, and I knew that something wasn't right by the sounds of his steps. When he reached the top of the stairs, he hesitated outside Sarah's room and I could just start to hear white noise and garbled thoughts coming from him. Eventually he turned and walked into his room, and I knew immediately what the issue was.

Dwight was drunk. Not merely drunk, but wasted. Trashed. Blotto. His thoughts were jumbled and fuzzy, and he was unable to think straight. I caught bits and pieces of his thoughts, most of them around whichever woman, probably yet another parishioner, and what he had done to her during their "counselling session."

Listening to his disjointed, rambling thoughts, I started to wonder if my chance to put my plan into motion would work that night. Was he simply TOO drunk to accept a coherent thought from me?

I waited patiently as he finally climbed into his bed, and very quickly passed out. His mind was still mostly white noise and jumbled thoughts, and what I could make out coherently consisted of memories about two women he had been with that day. After a couple of minutes, flashes of violence and sounds of Sarah pleading creeped into his thoughts.

Eventually, his mind quieted, I waited awhile before I started working on him. Eventually, about an hour later, Dwight was in a deep sleep so I started playing with his mind.

'Dwight,' I sent softly. He made a faint noise, but didn't do anything else.

'Dwight!' I sent again, a little more forcefully. This time his body jumped and his brain started stumbling into action. 

I waited a couple of minutes before I called out to him again. 'Dwight! They know where you are, Dwight!'

This time, Dwight jumped up in bed. "What the fuck?" he mumbled softly, still slurring his words. He then lay back down and fell asleep shortly after that.

'Dwight!' I sent softly again. 'They found you! They know where you are, and they're coming for you!'

'Who?' he replied.

'WHO DO YOU THINK, DWIGHT?' I "yelled." 'They found you, and now they're coming for you!'

'My people will protect me!' he argued.

'How do you know one of your people isn't part of them! How did they find you? You can't trust them!'

I didn't want to push him too far so I stopped there and let him fall back into a deep sleep. I then sent him a suggestion that he should sleep hard, and that he wouldn't hear anything until he woke up late in the morning.

A few seconds later I heard Dwight snoring and I slid out from under his bed. I quietly snuck back into Sarah's room, where she was sleeping on her stomach, with the thin fabric of her nightgown clinging to her ass and pulled up on one side, exposing her long, bare leg. As I tuned into her mind, I could tell that she was finishing a dream, and was very happy. I let her sleep, sending her a message of my phone number, telling her that she memorized it and should feel free to call me anytime.

I then started towards the stairs to leave the house when I decided to give Dwight one more suggestion. 'The electrician warned you about ever hitting Sarah again. He knows that you beat her last night!'

Dwight's body jumped and he immediately asked, 'What? How does he know anything?'

I quickly left as that thought was bouncing through his subconscious and started walking home.

Rat had planned on staying with me for a few days and fine-tuning my plans for Dwight, but he had to leave suddenly when he received a phone call that his mother had passed. As he left he told me that he would probably be gone for a while, as there would be quite a bit of legalities to deal with in the days after her burial. He would check in as often as possible however, and he would get back here in a heartbeat if needed.

Just for shits and giggles, and to screw with Dwight's mind a little more, I asked Rat to ride through town on his way out, knowing that Dwight was usually there pretending to do church business around that time. If Rat saw him, he would get off his bike and walk past Dwight, addressing him in a soft voice by his real name as he was even with him. 

Later that night, Rat called me. "The motherfucker damn near shit himself," he said. "Old boy turned whiter than Johnny Winter!"

"Beautiful," I replied. "Let that marinate in his brain for a while before I move again."

"I still don't know what you're doing to this asshole," he laughed, "but you better make sure I'm there when the fun really starts!"

"Not a problem," I told him. "Now go take care of your mother."

I spent the next few days knocking out a couple of small jobs. I was kind of hoping that I would hear from Sarah, but she didn't call. I knew that it wouldn't take much more to turn her completely against Dwight, but I would just have to be patient. I knew the day would come.

A few days later I was on my way home from looking at a potential job my cell phone rang. From the caller ID, I knew that it was Sarah. "Mr. Jones, this is Sarah Johnston, Pastor's wife," I heard when I answered the call.

"Yes, Sarah. How are you?" I replied.

"I'm ... ok," she said. "I ... I need to speak with you."

"Ok," I replied. "I'm on the road right now, if that's convenient for you."

"Yes, that would be fine, but it will take me a while to walk to the park," she told me.

"Is he home right now?" I asked, knowing that she wouldn't try to arrange a meeting if he was.

"No," she replied. "He's at a Pastor's conference for a couple of days."

"He goes to a lot of Pastors conferences," I said, planting a seed.

"Yes," she replied.

"Well, I'm not far from your house right now, so why don't I just stop by and save you the walk?"

"No," she replied quickly. "I can't risk you being seen coming here. The park is the best place."

"Ok, that's fine," I told her. "I will see you at the park then."

"Thank you. I'll be there as soon as I can."

"No worries. Take your time. It's hot out today."

About 45 minutes later, I was sitting at the same table that I was last time when Sarah walked up. As she got closer I could see her breasts swaying a little under her blouse, as well as a fading bruise poorly hidden under make-up on her cheekbone. As I stood to greet her I reached my hand to her and I saw that she was moving her arm tenderly as well. I 'heard' her moan as I took her hand in mine.

We both sat at the table, and I looked very closely at her. Sarah looked down at the table, not knowing what to say or how to start.

'Why am I here? What do you expect him to do? Pastor is too dangerous!'

"He's hitting you again, isn't he?" I asked her.

Sarah burst out crying, sobbing uncontrollably. "Yes," she whispered as I stood. 

I walked around the table and sat next to her. I carefully put my arm around her and her body stiffened for a second before she collapsed and started crying even harder. I tried to listen to her thoughts, but I wasn't getting anything, her mind was so jumbled at that point.

"It's ok," I said softly. "It's all over. You're safe now."

I held her for a couple more minutes until her crying slowed. 

"I'm sorry," she said as she stopped crying. 'His arms feel so good around me! I shouldn't be thinking things like that!'

"You have nothing to be sorry for," I told her. "None of it is your fault."

"I never should have called you," she said. "I'm sorry. I don't know why I did!" 'Oh my gosh! What is wrong with me?'

"You called me because I told you to the last time we were here," I replied. "You know that you're safe."

"At least, I hope you do."

Sarah nodded her head slowly. 'I feel very safe! I want to ...'

Sarah then sat up and looked at me. "Yes," she said, nodding her head as she looked at me. "I feel safe."

I looked at her for a couple of seconds, and I remembered what Dwight had thought that night, about Sarah having an accident.

"Sarah, I want you to look at me, and be honest with me. Do you feel safe at home?"

"No," she burst out crying again. "He gets so mad sometimes, and he has a... He scares me."

"You'll be safe," I told her, knowing that she was about to tell me about Dwight's gun. "I promise you. He won't hurt you again."

"What are you going to do?" she asked, stopping her sobbing. "I hate him, but I don't want him to get hurt!" 'Yes, I do! I want him to hurt as bad as he hurt me!' she thought.

"I'm not going to touch him," I assured her. 

"Ok," she replied quietly a few seconds later. We stayed there for a while, with her doing most of the talking while I formulated my plan for dealing with Dwight. Just before she had to leave, I had her promise to meet me back there the next day. I wanted to give her a cheap cell phone that she could use to contact me in an emergency if necessary.

We did meet the next day, and I gave her the phone. I told her that I had already programmed my numbers into it, and showed her how to use the phone's features. After getting her to promise to use it, we talked a little more, and I found out that Dwight was due home the next night.

'Why is he doing this for me?'

'Does it matter?' I sent back. 'He's helping you! He's doing more than anyone else is!'

One of the few questions that I asked her was if she had someplace that she could go if she had to get away from her husband, and she said that she had no one. Dwight kept her isolated, with only HIS parishioners as her social circle. 

As she walked away a little while later I noticed a little more of a bounce to her step and I enjoyed watching her ass sway under her long skirt. I immediately started wondering what she was wearing under her frumpy clothes.

The next day Sarah met me again and I gave her the disposable phone. I spent some time with her sitting next to me as I showed her how to use the phone and all of its features, including the voice recorder and the camera. She seemed to be in a much better mood and was even dressed a little more casually, with her top two buttons open on her blouse and a thinner skirt, still down to her ankles. As she sat next to me, I could even detect a whiff of a fragrance, another first.

'Why is he doing this for me?' I heard 

'Ask him,' I sent.

She sat up and looked at me for a second. "Why are you doing this?" she asked as I handed her the phone.

"I have a thing about men who beat women," I replied after a couple of seconds. "I don't trust your husband, and I want to make sure that you are safe."

I couldn't read anything from her as she looked down at the phone. When she looked up at me, her eyes were glassy from trying to hold back tears. "He has a gun," she said softly. 

"Don't worry about it," I told her. "He won't use it on you."

'I hope you're right!'

We sat for a little longer, just talking, and I could tell that her trust in me was growing. I heard snippets of thoughts about things that she wanted to tell me, but wasn't comfortable enough yet. I didn't want to push her, so I just hinted to her that she could talk to me about anything.

Eventually she had to leave, and once again refused my offer of a ride, or even for me to walk through the woods with her. I heard from her thoughts that she wanted me to, but she was still afraid of the risk. I also caught a brief thought of her wanting to reach out to hug me, but she didn't trust herself so she stopped. After I again assured her that she could call me anytime, for any reason, I watched as she walked away, her ass swaying under her skirt.

As I expected, Dwight came home late Saturday afternoon. I was hidden in the woods again, watching the house and church when he arrived and was just a little surprised when he went into the church for a while before he went into the house. I could see lights come on in the basement, telling me that he had gone down to his office.

A few minutes later he went into the house and I quietly slipped in through the basement window. After a couple of minutes, hearing no noises from above, I slowly made my way upstairs to the bedrooms. I could already hear Dwight snoring, so I peaked in on Sarah.

Her long hair was fanned out, surrounding her face on her pillow. I light blanket hugged her curves, outlining her ass. I was getting just a jumbled noise from her head, so I decided to come back to her, as I wanted to play with Dwight's head from two different, separate fronts.

Stepping quietly into Dwight's room, I 'told' him to sleep soundly, and to not open his eyes. I watched him for a couple of minutes before I started playing with his mind.

'Dwight!' I sent to him, 'They know where you are!'

His body jumped, staying in deep sleep. 'No!' he thought in response.

'Yes! You don't have much time!'

His brain was grumbling in his sleep so I left him alone for a little while, letting him fall back into his sound sleep. I quietly slipped into Sarah's room and stood at the side of her bed. She had moved a little in her sleep, causing one leg to stick out from about mid-thigh.

I stood there looking at her partially covered body, and her long, lean, exposed leg. Her pretty face was still framed by her hair, facing me. From what I could understand of her thoughts, she seemed to be having a romantic, or an erotic, dream.

I waited a couple of minutes, knowing that most dreams actually only last seconds at the most, and then listened in again. Her brain was still active, and her thoughts were of desire, and confusion. I thought back to our last meeting and decided to use her desires to my advantage, and hers.

'Give in,' I told her. 'You know you can trust him. You know that you want him! Give in to your desires! Just once! Give in just a little!'

Her mind jumped a little, and her body twitched as that thought sank in. 'The next time that you meet with him, let him walk into the woods with you. At least a little bit. You know of at least a couple of good spots. Lead him to one and kiss him.'

'Yes!' her mind responded quickly. She then seemed to slip back into her dream ... or start another one. I left her and slipped back into Dwight's room for a last message.

I made sure that his mind was resting and quiet, and then started on him again. 'Leave Sarah alone. Don't touch her at all! They know about her, and want her safe. Leave her alone!'

He started grumbling again and I repeated myself. 'Leave her alone! Do not touch her at all!'

He agreed in his sleep, and I left him. I then went back to Sarah's room and gave her one last suggestion as well.

A little more of her leg was exposed now, showing almost the entire leg, and the cover was pulled down off of her shoulders, showing her bare arm and the outline of one breast through her nightgown. I squatted down, getting closer to her, and told her, 'You are safe. You have nothing to worry about. Live out your desires!'

I heard her sigh, and then drift into a deeper sleep, so I slipped out of the house and briefly thought about going into Dwight's church office, but I wasn't willing to risk spending too much more time there, so I went home instead. I didn't expect to hear from Sarah for a while, hoping that my suggestion took hold in Dwight's brain. 

After a long sleep, I was too lazy to cook anything so I went out to the local diner for breakfast. It was a small place, still owned by the original family and making the original recipes, and always easy to get a seat in before the church crowd let out. I hopped on my bike and rode it in to town.

One of the great things about looking the way that I do is that I can blend in almost anywhere, which is exactly what I did, sitting in the diner as I finished my breakfast.

I was sitting in my booth enjoying a cup of coffee after breakfast as the after-church crowd started coming in. I sat quietly as the booth filled behind me and the people started talking about the church service.

"I still think that something was wrong with Pastor," I heard the woman say. He seemed distracted. He kept looking around, like he was looking for someone."

"He's always looking around," I heard her husband say as he helped her try to get their kids settled. 'Especially at the women! I've seen him look at you!'

I finished my coffee and waited for my check as I listened to them talk about the service, and Dwight's actions. Apparently my mind-worms had started to feed and the paranoia was starting to kick in.

I spent the next week working on a couple of small jobs, and after deciding to step up the heat on Dwight, I dropped in on him and Sarah a couple of times as well.

I was having some fun playing with his mind, sending him messages that "they" were closing in on him, and that "they" were not going to be happy when they caught him. I even started sending him messages in a soft "voice", telling him that he should turn himself in. 

Sarah, on the other hand, was starting to open up, in her sleep at least. I didn't send her as many messages, listening to her dreams instead. While she was starting to want to open up, her upbringing was holding her back. It would take a little work to overcome the years of repression.

I watched the church again the next Sunday and saw the same pattern of security, including one goon again going into Dwight's office. Once again, shortly after the service, Dwight left, leaving Sarah alone. And once again, I paid them a visit that night.

That night, I found out that Dwight had another "conference" to attend during the week, so I gave Sarah a suggestion that she call me and meet. I also told her that she should wear something that would "get his attention." Listening to Dwight's thoughts before I played with his brain some more, it was obvious that there was no conference.

'Dwight! Be careful! They are watching you! Everywhere you go!'

Dwight stirred as he continued to sleep, his thoughts very jumbled. 'They know where you are, Dwight!' I continued. I then decided to really mind-fuck him. 'Dwight, they are going to be here Sunday! In your church!'

His body jumped and his mind quickly kicked in to high gear. I was afraid that he was going to wake up for a second, but he finally settled down again. 'I've got to get out of here! They can't get me!'

'They aren't going to do anything to you here,' I sent him. 'They want to watch you some more before they come for you.'

'Some more? They're already here? Watching me?'

'Go back to sleep, Dwight. You're ok for now.'

Dwight stirred more and then fell back into a deep sleep. I then went back to Sarah's room and gave her one last message. 'Call him. Follow your heart. He's not going to hurt you.'

I felt a warm glow come from her, and I quietly slipped out of the house again. 

A couple of days later Sarah called me. "I'd like to meet with you, if you can," she told me.

"That would be nice," I told her. "Is everything ok?"

"Well, Pastor is acting very odd," she said. "He's always looking out the windows, and he's been mumbling to himself a lot lately."




Mental Manipulations Ch. 07



"Has he hit you again?"

"Oh, no!" she replied.

"Has he threatened you?"

"No! He barely talks to me, or even acknowledges that I'm there!" she replied. "He has been very odd lately!"

I smiled to myself, knowing that my mind games were working. Dwight was getting paranoid. "Ok," I told her. "I'm glad to hear that he is leaving you alone. When would you like to meet?"

"Is tomorrow ok?" she asked. I smiled to myself again, knowing that Dwight was leaving for his "conference" that morning.

"Tomorrow is fine," I told her. "What time?"

"How about 10?" she asked.

"That works for me. Ten o'clock, at our usual place?"

"Yes," she replied, sounding excited. "I will see you then!" 

Not trusting Dwight, I was in the woods behind Sarah's house when she started walking to our meeting. I walked behind her for a while, making sure that she wasn't being followed. When I was confident that she was safe, I ran ahead as quietly as possible to check out the park. Satisfied that everything was safe, I walked into the park at the same time that Sarah did, from the opposite direction.

I was shocked when I first saw her walk towards me. When I first saw her walk into the woods, Sarah was dressed as she always was, in her long skirt and white buttoned-up blouse. The Sarah that was walking towards me was wearing a skirt that ended a couple of inches above her knees, a pair of sandals that laced up all the way up her calf, and a sleeveless white blouse, with the top two buttons open and showing some cleavage. Cleavage that had a little sway to it. She was definitely not wearing her usual industrial-style bra!

"Hi," I said to her as we approached each other. "Wow! You look nice!"

"Thank you!" she replied. 'He likes the way that I look! Awesome!' "I'm just trying out some new clothes."

"Well, I like the new look!" I told her. "I knew that you were hiding an even more beautiful woman under all of that clothing, but ...wow!"

"Thank you," she replied, blushing as we sat down at a picnic table. 

"So, how are you?" I asked her.

"I'm doing well," she replied. "Thank you very much for asking!" 'He really does care!'

"Good. I'm glad to hear that everything is good at home, too," I told her.

"Oh yes!" she replied.

"So to what do I owe the pleasure of seeing you today?" I asked her a couple of seconds later. 

'I ... I don't know why I wanted to see him. I just did.'

"I, uh, I just wanted to tell you that everything is much quieter at home," she said, "and to thank you for everything that you've done for me."

"You don't have to thank me," I told her. "I'm happy to do it. I want you to be safe."

"Thank you," she replied softly. "I feel safer, knowing that I can call you at any time."

"Good," I said. "You should feel safe."

'Why do I feel so nervous? Should I have worn these new clothes? What if he doesn't really like what I'm wearing and was just being nice? Does he think that I look trampy?'

"I have to ask, what brought on the new wardrobe?" I asked her.

'Oh no! Doesn't he like my new clothes?' "I just felt like a change," she said. 'I wanted to look good for you!'

"Well, I like it," I replied. "I think that you look great! Your old clothes were ... old. You're not."

"Thank you," she said, blushing slightly. 'Yes! He really likes the clothes!'

Sarah and I continued talking for a while, and I intentionally let her "catch" me looking at her body a couple of times, which really sent her thoughts racing. Listening to her thoughts, I knew that she was still getting used to being dressed like she was, but she was enjoying it. She also clearly loved the attention that she was getting from me.

Time passed pretty quickly as we talked, and listening to her thoughts, as well as paying attention to her body language, I knew that she was wanted my attention, but didn't know what to do when she had it. Soon, Sarah told me that she had to get home. "Why?" I asked her. "You said that he was gone on another conference. What do you have to rush home to?" 

'I don't want to go home to that big, cold, empty house! I want to spend more time with him!'

'But I can't. I can't risk being gone for too long, or being seen with him. I have to get home!'

"I ... I've got to get home, in case he calls me," she explained. "In case one of his parishioners calls and needs him."

"Ok," I replied. "I understand." I decided to give her a push.

'Tell him that it's going to get dark soon. Ask him to walk you through the woods.'

"It's getting dark," she said a few seconds later. "Would you mind walking with me through the woods? I'd feel safer that way."

"I would be honored to walk with you," I answered. "We wouldn't want you to be attacked by the Big Bad Wolf!"

Sarah smiled and giggled at that, and replied, "I'm hardly Little Red Riding Hood."

"That's your opinion," I told her. "Either way, it's better to be safe than sorry."

"Yes, definitely," she said, smiling as she stood. 

Sarah was showing me the biggest smile that I had seen on her, and it made her face shine for those few seconds. Walking around the table towards her, I offered her my arm and we started walking into the woods.

We were able to walk next to each other for a few hundred feet, but the trail soon narrowed and wasn't big enough for us to walk like that. I motioned for her to walk ahead of me, and my eyes were soon locked on her ass as we continued down the trail.

The sway of her hips and the rise and fall of her ass cheeks was mesmerizing. My mind was getting lost in the vision when I heard her wonder to herself if I was watching her. 

'Slow down and see what happens,' I sent to her. A second later, she took it a step beyond that and stopped completely. I was far enough behind her to stop in plenty of time, but I kept walking, bumping into her. Playing stupid, I held onto her hips as we made contact and apologized, asking her if something was wrong.

"Umm, no," she replied, as I held onto her. "I just ... I thought I heard something." 'Oh my gosh! It feels so good with his hands on me!'

"Hmmm," I said as I looked into the woods. "I don't see anything. It was probably just a small animal."

"Oh, yeah. Probably." 'That doesn't mean that you have to let me go!'

"Are you ok?" I asked softly, almost breathing into her ear as I gently squeezed her hips.

'No! This feels too good!' "Yes. Like you said, it was probably just a small animal. I'm just being a dumb woman."

"Sarah, you are anything BUT dumb," I told her. I then released my grip on her hips and she stayed still for a second. 

'That's not what Pastor says.' "Thank you. We should keep going."

Sarah then started walking down the path again, and I followed. We continued walking in silence for a couple of minutes until we reached a small clearing. Sarah stopped and quickly glanced to her left before turning to look at me. 

"Well, I made it, safe and sound," she said. "No Big Bad Wolf."

"Better safe than sorry," I replied, joking back at her. 'Tell him thank you, and hug him,' I sent.

Sarah looked at me for a second, hesitating, before stepping in to me. "Thank you for walking with me and protecting me," she said as she opened her arms and hugged me.

"It was my pleasure," I told her as I wrapped my arms around her. As I held her I looked to where she had glanced a couple of seconds ago and saw a bag at the base of a tree a few feet into the woods. I immediately knew that the bag had to contain the clothes that I saw her in earlier when she left her house.

'Oh my gosh! It feels so good in his arms! I feel so ... safe, and protected!'

As our bodies separated a few long seconds later we looked at each other and I saw a look of passion in her eyes. She leaned into me for a split second as if to kiss me and then backed off.

'Yes! Do it!' I sent to her. She then leaned in again before backing off.

'No! I can't!' she thought. 'I want to! I REALLY want to! But I can't! I'm married!'

I knew at that point that I had her, but I couldn't push her and scare her off so I did nothing.

"I really should go," she said, looking down. "Thank you again for everything."

"It has been my pleasure," I assured her. "Are you sure that you're ok? You don't need me to walk you all the way home?"

"No," she replied as she finally looked back up at me. "I'll be fine."

"Ok, I'll let you be, then. Take care of yourself," I told her. "And don't be afraid to use that phone to call or text me any time that you want."

"I will," she replied. "I promise."

I turned around and started walking back towards the park, leaving Sarah by herself in the woods. I only walked a few feet, stopping around a bend in the trail and slipping into the woods. Training and instinct took over as I quietly made my way back towards her in the growing darkness and I watched her put her old clothes back on over the ones that she wore for me. Once she was dressed I followed her to make sure that she made it back to her house safely. 

I spent the next couple of days working, planning out my next step. I also thought about Sarah a lot, hoping that I hadn't scared her off. 

I knew that Dwight was coming home Saturday, so I wanted everything in place for my next step by that night. I had decided to watch the back of the house and church again, and wait for Dwight's goon to go into his office after the service, and then steal everything from his safe. I had originally planned on copying everything and leaving the originals in the safe, but to really pay with his mind, I decided to just take them instead and lock the safe behind me.

I was finishing a glass of Bourbon before I went to bed that night when I heard a motorcycle rumbling in my driveway. I quickly went to my window and saw Rat climbing off of his bike.

"Welcome back, brother," I said as I let him into the house. He took a beer from my fridge and sat down, wanting an update on the situation with Dwight. I obviously couldn't tell him about my mental abilities, so I skirted around that part, telling him that I was ready to ramp things up, starting tomorrow.

"Now that you're back, I can use you, too," I told him. I then explained that I wanted him to walk into the church during the sermon tomorrow, making himself visible to Dwight. He wasn't going to have to do anything but stand there and look at Dwight.

"Ok," he replied. "What's that going to do?"

"He seems to think that someone from his past is closing in on him." I told him. "After he saw you in town and you addressed him by his real name, seeing you walk into his church will freak him out even more."

Rat looked at me for a few seconds, skeptical, and then said, "PsyOps? How are you pulling that off?"

I couldn't tell him exactly how I was waging psychological warfare against Dwight, so I just told him that I'd found a mental weakness in Dwight and that I've been playing mind games with him.

"I'm not going to get a straight answer out of you, am I?" he asked, looking me in the eyes.

"That's about as straight an answer as I can give you," I replied. "You've just got to trust me on this."

He looked at me for a couple of seconds, and said, "Those are the most dangerous and frightening words that I've heard in a LONG time." He then drained his beer and got up for another one.

I laughed and said, "But not nearly as dangerous as they are for Dwight." 

"Something tells me I'd better quit drinking tonight," he muttered. "I'm not going to be able to do this with a hangover."

"This is going to be easy for you," I told him. "Just walk in, let him see you, and stand there for a while. Then you can disappear."

"Oh yeah! Just an in-and-out mission! It can't get any easier!" he replied. "Where the fuck have I heard THAT before?"

"I'm going to crash. Leave my good bourbon alone," I said as I started walking up my stairs to my bedroom.

"You're lucky that I trust you, asshole," he grumbled, draining his beer.

"I love you too, brother," I called down from the top of the stairs.

The next morning, I was walking around the church long before Dwight was awake, with Rat's high tech communications gear on my head. My original plan was to hide in the basement, waiting for the goon to drop off his latest delivery in Dwight's safe, but with Rat back in the picture, I wanted to be able to see Dwight's reaction when Rat walked in the church.

I was looking around in his vestry when I found a door leading to a stairway going downstairs. The stairway opened out a few feet from Dwight's office, so I decided to hide in the vestry to watch the show when Rat walked in. I then remembered the DVR and looked at it, quickly finding out that it had a removable hard drive. I smiled to myself, finding how well things were falling together.

Knowing that there was a good chance that Dwight would be using the vestry before the services so I found a closet to hide in. Perfectly located in a spot that allowed me to see the entire room as well as both doors, I settled in the closet and waited. 

A couple of hours later I heard movement in the sanctuary. The door to the room soon opened, and I watched as a short, heavy-set woman walked in and turned on the lights. Wearing a conservative dress buttoned to the neck and ending just below her knees, this woman had a look on her face that showed fear as well as resignation. 

I watched as this woman started cleaning up the room, dusting off the furniture and straightening up a couple of things with what seemed like a nervous energy. I couldn't help notice that she went nowhere near the cabinet that the DVR was hidden in.

When she was done cleaning up, she walked over to the bench in the middle of the room. I could only see the side of her face, but it was clear that she looked at it with fear and disgust. Sighing deeply, I watched as she started unbuttoning her dress, tossing it over the bench after removing it. 

Displaying a nice, curvy body, with a plump ass, meaty thighs, a slight paunch to her belly, and big, saggy breasts, she stood at the bench, head down and obviously waiting for Dwight. Her underwear was basic, no-frills, white cotton that was functional, not sexy.

She stood at the side of the bench with her head down for a few minutes, until the door opened and Dwight walked in.

Even though she was expecting him, the woman clearly gasped as Dwight walked into the room. "So, Betty, are you still a Jezebel?" he asked in a gruff voice.

"No sir," she replied meekly. "I've been very good."

"I don't believe you!" he bellowed, making her jump as the room reverberated with his voice. "You're a whore! I spoke with your spineless husband before I came in this morning, and he told me that you are still making him feel emasculated!"

"I can't doing that, Pastor! I swear!" she cried. "I love my husband! I'm trying to make feel like a man! I'm doing my wifely duties, like you told me!"

"Whore!" he bellowed again, slapping her across her face. She gasped loudly and burst into tears as she fell back. "You still need to be taught your place!"

"No Pastor! I know my place!" she cried, falling to her knees.

"Yes, you do," he said at a more normal tone. "On your knees is the best place to start."

She sobbed and crawled over to Dwight. Looking down, she rose up and reached for is belt buckle, her hands shaking. "Hurry up, whore!" he growled. "I don't have all day!"

"Yes Pastor," she cried, unbuckling his pants. A couple of seconds later his pants were around his ankles and I got a glimpse of part of what made Dwight so angry. 

Betty looked up and wrapped her small, pudgy hand around his erect cock, almost covering it completely. Dwight was not hung well at all. His erect shaft looked to be no thicker than my thumb, and no longer than one of my fingers. 

She then rose high enough on her knees to engulf his cock, bobbing her head back and forth. Dwight moaned and leaned his head back. "That's good, whore," he told her. "Deep throat me like the slut that you are!" 

She didn't seem to have much of a problem swallowing his rod, as small as he was, and certainly didn't put much effort into it. He soon reached his hands down and started fucking her face. 

"Take it, whore," he grunted as he thrust his hips at her face. While she clearly didn't need to, she soon started making gagging noises in an effort to assuage his ego. "That's right, bitch. Take it all!" he told her.

'Please, God, make this over with!' I heard in her voice.

Dwight grabbed a handful of her short, dark hair and started pulling towards him as he continued fucking her face. She was clearly uncomfortable, but it seemed that she was bothered more by his hips bouncing off of her face than by his rod being thrust into her mouth.

"That's right," he growled as he pulled her forward. "Deep throat me like the whore that you are!"

He continued like that for a couple of minutes, until he backed off a step pulling his shaft from her mouth and slapping her across the face with it. "Get up and get your fat ass ready," he told her.

Sobbing softly, she stood and stepped back to the bench. Looking down, she unhooked her bra, exposing her large, sagging breasts and their wide, dark areola and dropped it on top of her dress. She then slid her panties down and placed them on top of the rest of her clothes.

"You're a fat sow!" he told her as he stepped towards her. "You should be lucky that any man wants that body!"

As if the physical abuse wasn't bad enough, apparently Dwight was into verbal humiliation as well. This woman was curvy, a bit overweight even, but not fat. Not by a long shot. I was really going to enjoy bringing him down.

Still sobbing, she started to turn around when he reached out and slapped her again, sending her reeling. "Shut up, you cow!" he growled. "I need all the concentration I can muster to teach you your lesson!"

It took every bit of energy that I had to not walk out there and beat the shit out of this coward as Betty stood again and turned to face the bench. She then bent over, causing her breasts to hang low as Dwight stepped up behind her.

He took a couple of seconds sliding the wet head of his tiny cock up with her pussy and then slammed his hips forward. Betty yelped, crying out loud as his hips bounced off of her ass.

"Well if you were a real woman and able to get wet for me, this wouldn't hurt," he grunted as he started fucking her.

Betty whimpered and cried as he thrust in and out of her, her tits swaying back and forth and her ass jiggling. I heard her praying the Hail Mary silently as she gripped the edges of the bench.

"Quit crying, whore. Or I'll take your ass again!" he growled.

A couple of minutes later he thrust forward hard one more time, his body shaking in his apparent orgasm. He then stepped back and barked, "Clean me up, whore."

Betty slowly pushed her body away from the bench and turned, dropping to her knees again. She then took his deflated shaft into her mouth and started sucking on him, cleaning their combined juices off of him.

A couple of minutes later, he reached his hand down and pushed her away. "That's enough!" he said. "You're going to start to enjoy that too much if I let you continue."

She fell back on her heels and sobbed softly as he pulled his pants up. "Well, get dressed, whore!" he barked at her. "You can't go out in my sanctuary like that, as much as you would probably enjoy it!"

She quietly stood and he watched as she started putting her clothes back on as quickly as she could, not looking up from the floor. 

When she was dressed again, he ordered her out of the vestry. As soon as she was out of the room, he laughed to himself, and I heard him say to himself, 'God, I love how stupid and vulnerable these sheep are!'

I was REALLY going to enjoy taking him down!



Mental Manipulations Ch. 08



There is no sex in this chapter of the story, just the final downfall of Dwight. After this, I will be focusing on Sarah, with Kurt helping her rebuild her life and her self-confidence, among other things. I haven't decided what to do with Rat after this, but I do have a few ideas. I thank you all for your support, and as always, I appreciate your comments.

To everyone that has made the suggestion, I DO write the thoughts in italics, just as this part was written, but for some reason, it does not translate as such when I submit the story. I do apologize.

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Dwight walked out of the vestry a few minutes later to the sound of a band playing. Almost at the same time, I heard Rat's voice come over my ear piece. "I'm about a mile away," he told me.

"Roger that," I replied. "Hang tight. Our boy is just starting the service."

"Roger that. There in five."

I quietly snuck out of the closet and walked to the door leading to the sanctuary. Opening the door a crack, I watched Dwight as led the service. I watched and listened as he spoke to the congregation, leading them in prayer. I could see Sarah sitting in the front pew, looking up at Dwight with a blank expression on her face. It wasn't long before he stepped to a podium, which was located about ten feet from the door. I quickly stepped back and keyed up my mic. "Showtime," I told Rat.

A little over a minute later, just as Dwight was talking about obedience and discipline, I heard Rat's voice in my ear again. "Walking in," he said. 

I could hear the doors to the sanctuary open and I watched as Dwight looked up to see who dared to walk in to his service late and interrupt his service. I could just see Rat from where I was and I watched as he stepped into the sanctuary as the doors closed behind him. Dwight froze as he made eye contact with Rat, who continued standing there, just looking at Dwight with his "death glare."

A few people in the congregation turned to look at Rat, who clearly was not a regular there. They then turned back to face Dwight, who continued to stare back at Rat.

'Oh my god! It's him! Who the hell is he though?' he thought.

Dwight looked quickly to the side of the stage, giving an almost imperceptible nod to one of his goons. That goon looked to the other side of the stage, nodded, and then stood as Dwight started his sermon back up. I tried my hardest to get into a better line of sight so I could watch Rat, yet still stay out of sight.

The head goon walked up to Rat and tried to direct him outside as Dwight continued speaking, watching the exchange. Rat maintained his glare as he turned to the goon and said something softly to him. The other goon started to reach his hand up to Rat's shoulder and Rat quickly turned to look at him. I could clearly see Rat tell him, "You don't want to do that", which was the most warning that Rat ever gave. The goon froze, his hand still in the air.

Dwight started stammering as he watched the back of the sanctuary, and then tried to continue his sermon. The two goons stood at Rat's side, unsure of what to do, as he continued to stare at Dwight. I smiled to myself and walked away from the door, closing it as I told Rat to give it another 30 seconds and then walk out. 

I quickly walked to the cabinet where the DVR was hidden and removed the hard drive. I took a sticky note from the desk in the room and wrote, "You're a sick pervert, Dwight" and stuck it over the display. I then took the back stairway down to the basement. I then went into his office and opened his safe, where I removed the flash drives and discs. I found another sticky note and wrote, "You should be ashamed of yourself, Dwight." I stuck the note on the shelf and closed the door, locking it. 

Knowing that the goons weren't just going to let Rat leave without trying something, I snuck out the window and started walking towards the woods with everything the I took. As I reached the tree line, I heard a loud scream of pain. I turned to see what was going on and I saw Rat standing over the second good, who was lying on the ground in obvious pain, holding his shoulder while the first goon backed away slowly. Rat smiled at him and walked to his bike.

By the time that I got back to my house, Rat was sitting on the deck drinking a beer. "That was fun!" he said, raising the bottle in salute.

"What happened?" I asked as I dropped the bag with the hard drive, discs, and flash drives.

"The idiot decided to grab me from behind as I was walking to Betsy (his beloved bike) and I had to remove his hand" he replied, shrugging his shoulders. 

"The way that he was screaming, it sounded like you removed his hand from his arm," I told him.

"Ehhh. He's a pussy," he said as he drained his bottle.

"So what the hell was this all about?" he asked.

I proceeded to tell him about what I witnessed in the vestry, and he shook his head. "Short, curvy woman?" he asked, further describing Betty.

"That's her," I said.

Rat sighed deeply and got up to get another beer. My liquor bill was going to go up a lot with him hanging around. "So what's next?" he asked.

I nodded to the bag and said, "Now I go through all of this crap." 

"What kind of nasty receipt did you leave the good reverend for his property?" he asked.

"I left him a couple of notes telling him that he's a perv," I replied. Rat chuckled and drank his beer.

"Let me grab my laptop and I'll give you a hand," he told me. 

A couple of hours, and a few beers, later, we both had to stop. "That is one sick motherfucker," Rat said softly. 

I had expected to see Dwight having sex with his female parishioners, but this went far above and beyond that. To call him a "sick motherfucker" was being kind. Dwight did not deserve kind. 

Dwight was having sex with at least a dozen different women, from teen-agers to elderly women. A couple of times, the woman's husband was present and watching as Dwight physically and mentally abused the woman, often heaping verbal abuse on the man at the same time. On one recording, Dwight and both of his goons teamed up on the wife while the husband sat and watched. Every time, he would throw out biblical passages about the woman being subservient, almost always either making up the quote or twisting it to fit his agenda. 

"So, what's the plan?" I heard Rat ask as he walked back onto the deck with a bottle of Scotch.

Before I had a chance to answer him, my cell phone started ringing. Looking at the display, I saw that it was Sarah.

"Hello Sarah," I said as I answered the phone. "How are you today?"

"I'm terrified!" she whispered into the phone. "Pastor has been on a rampage ever since today's service. I'm afraid he's going to do something rash!"

"Ok, slow down," I told her as I looked at Rat. "What do you mean he's been on a rampage?"

I could hear a lot of noise in the background, and what sounded like a door slamming. "Sarah? Are you there?" I asked.

"Yes, I'm here," she replied. "I think that he just left."

"Ok, are you safe?" 

"Yes, I think so," she said. "I'm afraid! I've never seen him like this!"

"Do you want me to come over?" I asked her.

"Oh gosh, no!" she replied quickly. "Especially not after what happened at the service today!"

"Ok, would you like to meet?"

"I ... I don't know if that would be a good idea right now," she told me. "I'm afraid that if he came home and didn't find me here, he would really snap!"

"Ok, we don't want to put you in any danger," I told her. "Do you want to just talk?"

"Yes! I would like that!"

"Ok, no worries. I'm here."

She took a second, and then proceeded to tell me about how Dwight was freaked out when he saw some large, strange man at the church today, and how that man dislocated one of Dwight's security guard's shoulder. After he went back into the church, she heard Dwight scream loudly, and then she heard a lot of crashing from inside the church after he ran back in suddenly.

I smiled as she continued telling me what little she knew, and then she continued talking, including telling me how much she enjoyed seeing me the other day.

"Thank you. I enjoyed it too," I replied. Rat looked at me questioningly and I just shrugged my shoulders. Sarah and I talked for another minute before we hung up, but not before I assured her that she could call me any time, day or night.

"Thank you," she said as she hung up. 

"What the fuck was that about?" Rat asked as I put my phone back in my pocket.

"Apparently, the good reverend Dwight didn't take kindly to your visit today," I told him. "You dislocated Thing Two's shoulder, by the way."

"Oh, I did more than dislocate it," he said matter-of-factly. "Asshole's not going to be able to use that arm for much more that scratching his balls from now on."

I laughed to myself, knowing that Rat let the goon off easy. "From the way that she described his reaction when he went into his office, I'm thinking that he found my note, too."

Rat raised his glass in salute again, and said, "You always did enjoy fucking with their minds for a while before the kill."

"Yeah, let's try to keep the killing to a minimum on this one," I replied. 

"Killjoy," he growled as he took another drink.

I knew that it would be a long shot, but I went back to the house that night to play with Dwight's mind a little more. As I expected, Dwight had a couple of goons walking around the property. Rat's buddy wasn't there, probably sleeping off his pain pills, much like Rat was sleeping off half a bottle of Scotch. 

I lay there watching as they patrolled the area, smoking cigarettes and paying more attention to their cell phones, almost completely eliminating their vision in the dark, than to vital areas, which made my plan more doable. The downside was the fact that Dwight's bedroom light was on, which was not a good sign.

Eventually though, the goons lessened their patrols and Dwight's lights were tuned off. I soon had the timing of the patrols down, and during a safe time I made a dash for the house. The basement window was still unlatched, and I quickly snuck in. 

Being cautious, I quietly snuck through the house and up the stairs. As I passed through the kitchen I saw an empty bottle of cheap whiskey on the counter, which gave me hope that Dwight would be passed out. As I reached the top of the stairs I could hear him snoring, which brought a small smile to my face.

As I passed Sarah's bedroom door I peeked in on her. She was sleeping soundly, one arm and a leg exposed. I moved on to Dwight's room, where my target lie.

Standing at the side of his bed, I could smell the whiskey, almost like it was oozing from his pores. Hoping that like last time, he wasn't too drunk to play with his mind, I "called" his name.

'DWIGHT!' I called out. 'Dwight! You fucking fool!'

He stirred in his sleep and I could hear the white noise in his head start to quiet. 'DWIGHT!' I called out again.

He made a verbal noise that told me that his subconscious was clear enough to start playing with him.

'Dwight! You fucked up! I TOLD you that they knew where you were!'

He stirred a little, and I continued. 'They found everything, didn't they?' I asked him.

'My laptop,' he replied. 

'You copied everything to your laptop?' I asked him

'Some of it,' he replied. I kept that knowledge stored in my memory for use later. 'Most of it.'

'You're fucked, Dwight! You KNOW that they won't go easy on you!'

'No!' he replied. 

'You have to turn yourself in,' I sent to him. 'That's the only way that you'll be safe!'

'No! Fucking crazy!' he thought.

'It's the cops or them, Dwight,' I told him. 'You know that the cops will go easier on you than they will!'

'No!' he repeated.

'Yes, Dwight! Those are the only choices that you have!' 

'No!' he repeated again. 'Not going back!'

'Not going back!' he repeated before his thoughts turned back into white noise. I knew that it was pointless to try to get into his brain any further, so I left him, going to Sarah's room. 

I looked in on her again and saw that she was now lying on her back, with her blankets pushed off to the side. Her nightgown had risen up on one side, exposing a lot of long, lean leg. Her breasts were sitting proud on her chest, rising and falling with every breath.

I stepped into her room, hoping to hear her sub-conscious thoughts, but she must have been sleeping soundly because I was getting nothing from her.

Finally, I decided to give her a push, and sent her a thought. 'Trust Kurt. You can be yourself with him. Open yourself up to him.'

I saw her smile as she slept, and I heard, 'Yes!' in response.

Knowing that there was nothing more that I could do there, I went back downstairs. I went to the kitchen and watched outside for the patrolling goon to get his pattern. Seeing him pass by the house, I stepped over to the back door and quietly opened it, slipping outside. I left the door unlocked, knowing that would increase Dwight's paranoia. 

As I slipped back into the woods I circled around towards the garage. I quietly snuck in and stuck GPS transmitters that Rat had given me on the underside of Dwight's car. 

The next morning, I was awakened by the sound of my phone ringing on my nightstand. Looking at the display, I saw that it was Sarah and quickly answered it.

"I'm afraid!" she said softly. "Pastor is going crazy! He's been yelling at his security people all morning. The kitchen door was left unlocked all night, and he's still upset about losing something yesterday."

I smiled, knowing that Dwight was starting to lose it. "Has he done anything to you?" I asked her.

"No. He's ignoring me, acting like I don't even exist!" she replied. 

"Ok," I told her. "You'll be safe. Stay where you are, and try to stay out of sight. Keep your phone on you and call me the moment you feel threatened."

"Ok," she said softly. "Thank you. He said that he had business in town, so I should be safe for a while."

After I hung up, I contemplated going into town to harass Dwight some more but I quickly decided against it. I wanted to play with his head a little more before I took him down. 

I went downstairs to make some coffee and found Rat sitting on my deck, a half-full pot of coffee waiting for me. After pouring myself a cup, I joined him outside.

"Beautiful morning," I said as I walked up to the railing.

Rat grunted a reply, signifying a big hangover. I chuckled to myself as I sipped my coffee. "Nice to see you made it back safely," he said a few seconds later. "You could have taken me with you. I was in the mood to play with Thing One a little more."

"You looked like you were having too much fun with my Scotch," I replied, turning to look at him. 

"Yeah, I gotta cut back on that," he said. "That stuff goes down too smooth."

"Yeah, that's it," I said, laughing. "It's too smooth!"

"Fuck you," he grunted.

"So when are you planning on taking him down?" he asked.

"Right now I'm thinking Sunday," I said. "In front of his congregation."

Rat looked at me silently for a second before a smirk started across his face. "You truly are evil," he replied. 

"No, HE'S evil," I responded. "I'm just giving him a taste of his own medicine. He gained his power in front of these people, I think that it's only proper that he has his downfall in front of them."

Knowing that Rat wouldn't be happy just sitting at the house waiting for Sunday, I devised a plan where he would keep popping up where ever Dwight was. Between that and my continuing to sneak into his house, Dwight's mind should be melting by the time Sunday came.

Rat happily agreed, and after showering and eating, he hopped on his bike and rode into town. Shortly after noon, Sarah called me again.

"He just left for town," she told me. "I'm alone for now."

"He didn't leave his security people behind?" I asked, surprised.

"No, he took them with him," she replied. I quickly put her on speaker as I texted Rat, letting him know that Dwight wasn't travelling alone.

Rat replied with, "Good" as Sarah continued talking. I asked her if she wanted to meet, and she told me that she did, but she didn't know when it would be safe to.

"I can always come to you, if you would like," I told her. "That way you wouldn't have to leave the house at all."

"I ... I don't know," she replied. "I would like that, but I think that would still be too dangerous."

"Ok, I understand," I told her. "Well, you have my number. Let me know when you can get free."

"Thank you. I will," she replied. 

A couple of hours later Rat returned to the house, a big smile on his face. The first thing that he did as he walked into my house was to grab a beer. I was definitely going to have to make him start buying his own booze.

"So? What happened?" I asked as he downed half of his beer.

Rat laughed and said, "I swear to you, I touched no one. Let's just get that out there right off the bat."

"I can see the enjoyment in fucking with an asshole's mind," he continued. "I didn't have to do a damn thing but make my presence known. Old boy went ballistic, screaming at me, screaming at his goons to get me ... It was truly a thing of beauty!"

"And you did NOTHING but let him see you?" I asked.

"You have my word, boss," he replied, raising her now empty bottle to me in salute. "I didn't need to."

"Nice. So what happened with his goons? You said that he sent them after you."

"That was the best part," he said. "Thing one barked orders at Things Three and Four, who just looked at him, and at Dwight. That gave me plenty of time to disappear and walk back to my bike."

"These morons he has for security are REALLY bad at counter-surveillance. I mean, how many real bikes can there be in that little town, and they were surprised every time that I showed up. Riding the bike!"

I smiled to myself, knowing that my plan was working perfectly. 

Over the course of the week, Rat continued to show up wherever Dwight was, using the GPS transmitter to easily track him, and Dwight was becoming more unhinged. I snuck into the house a couple more times, seeding his mind with more paranoia. I also listened to Sarah's thoughts and was happy to hear that she was becoming more infatuated with me. 

Finally, Sunday rolled around. Rat and I were already in the church, well-hidden and waiting for the final act. I was in the same closet that I was in last time, and wasn't surprised when Betty came in again. This time, after she was finished with her cleaning, I sent her a suggestion.

'Don't be afraid of him,' I sent to her. 'He's not dangerous anymore. Stand up to him!'

I could see her straighten up and she stood defiantly, waiting for Dwight to appear.

Finally, the door to the vestry opened and Dwight walked in. "Leave, whore," he barked at Betty. "I don't have time for your nonsense today."

I watched as Betty straightened up again, and took a deep breath. "Don't call me a whore, you son of a bitch!" she replied. "I'm sick of your abuse, and I'm not putting up with it anymore!" 

Dwight stood there, stunned as he tried to regroup. After a couple of seconds, with Betty looking back at him with fire in her eyes, he took a threatening step towards her.

'DON'T!' I sent to him. 'Leave her alone! You have bigger things to worry about today!'

Dwight stopped and glared at her. "Get the hell out of my vestry, bitch!" he spat at her.

Betty then started walking towards the door, but stopped as she neared him. To my surprise, and certainly his, she lashed out and slapped him hard across his face. "YOU are the bitch!" she spat back at him.

He stood there stunned and she slammed the door behind her as she walked back out to the sanctuary. I tried to send her another message before she was out of range.

'Don't leave! Stay around. Today could be very interesting!' I told her, hoping that she wasn't too far away to receive it.




Mental Manipulations Ch. 08



Dwight walked around the room, fuming and throwing things, including a heavy metal object that bounced off of the door to the closet that I was hiding in. I continued watching him during his meltdown, and smiled as I saw him pull his .357 from the desk. Without checking it he tucked it into his pants, making sure that it was hidden by his suit coat. I smiled to myself again, knowing that everything was going according to plan.

A short while later, the music started in the sanctuary and Dwight walked out to start the service. I heard Rat's voice in my earbud telling me that he was in place. I gave him a double-click and then waited. 

Peeking through the cracked-open door, I watched as Dwight spewed his twisted religious nonsense, this time going heavy on the gay-bashing. Finally, he stepped to his podium and I whispered, "Showtime," into my throat mic. I then took off my comm gear and stuffed it into my pocket, and waited for the fun to begin.

It took only seconds until I heard the sanctuary doors open, telling me that Rat had stepped in. I watched as Dwight's head snapped up and he gasped, seeing Rat standing at the back, just staring at him.

"GET OUT OF MY CHURCH!" he screamed at Rat, pointing a shaking finger at him. 'Who the FUCK is this guy?'

Rat continued standing there, staring at Dwight silently. Dwight looked at his goons, who were clearly reluctant to move. After a couple of seconds of inaction on everyone's part, Dwight reached under his suit coat and pulled out his handgun.

The entire congregation gasped in unison, with a few women screaming in fear as Dwight pointed his gun at Rat, who smiled at him but remained standing still. The way that his hand was shaking, I was glad that I had taken the first round from his cylinder. He would have been more of a danger to the people in his congregation, including Sarah, who was sitting in the front pew, then he was to Rat. As his hand started shaking more, and spittle started flying from his mouth as he screamed at Rat, and his goons for not going after him, I decided to step in.

"Put the gun away, Dwight," I said as I stepped out of the vestry. Dwight spun and pointed his gun at me, his eyes wide with both surprise and fear. I clearly heard Sarah gasp as I stepped out further.

"YOU!" he screamed. "I should have known!" His hand was shaking wildly now. 'Son of a BITCH! I knew I should have had him killed a long time ago!'

"Yes, me Dwight," I replied as I stepped towards him. 'You're right. You should have tried to kill me a long time ago. You couldn't have, but it would have been fun to watch you try.'

Dwight looked stunned and confused for a second. "Get back! I'll shoot you!" he screamed as he recovered, his hand still shaking.

"That's not a very Christian thing to do, Dwight," I replied calmly, stepping towards him again.

'Shit! He's not afraid!' he thought.

"I'm warning you!" he yelled. 

"That's ok, Dwight. I'm NOT afraid," I replied. His eyes opened even wider, and then he squeezed the trigger.

That was when he made his biggest mistake. Upon hearing the empty click of the hammer, Dwight looked shocked and instead of squeezing the trigger again, he turned the gun and looked at it. That was all I needed.

I quickly took a big step towards Dwight and gave him a quick jab in his throat. He dropped the gun and fell to his knees, gasping as he grasped his windpipe. 

"Oh my god! He killed Pastor!" I heard a woman scream not far from Sarah. 

I quickly kicked his gun away as I squatted down over Dwight's body, hands at his throat, gasping for air. "He's going to be fine," I said loudly.

"First rule to carrying a gun, Dwight," I said just loud enough for him to hear, "if you're going to be stupid enough to pull it on someone, you'd damn well better be smart enough to know how to use it. Properly."

Rat was walking up the altar steps and grabbed Dwight's body, pulling him up onto his feet as his breaths deepened.

Dwight's thoughts were jumbled, between not being able to breathe, and not knowing what had just happened. 

"I warned you, Dwight," I said softly as Rat held him up. "You just had to do the right thing, and none of this would have happened. Now, your world is about to crumble."

"But ... how?" he gasped, his voice raspy. 

"Because you're not as smart as you think you are, asshole," Rat growled in his ear.

"Watch my six," I told Rat, not knowing how the congregation would respond to what was happening in front of them.

"They're all just sitting there," he quickly replied. "No one is moving a muscle."

I looked deep into Dwight's eyes for a second. 'Give them confession,' I told him. 'Tell them the truth, that you are a scam artist, that you are an evil man, with an evil past. Beg them for their forgiveness.'

'No!' he immediately thought, a confused look to his face. 'I can't do that! I'll lose everything!'

'You've already lost everything,' I replied. 'This is the only chance that you have to save yourself.'

'When you're done, tell them that you will wait there for the police.'

I saw the sense of resignation in his eyes as he realized that he had no choice. I looked up at Rat and nodded my head and he released Dwight. 

Dwight then walked slowly to the podium, and started talking. For the next few, long minutes, he confessed to everything, from his real name and his scam artist and petty criminal past, to killing Sarah's parents, to multiple cases of adultery. I quickly sent him a message to not name any names about his peccadillos, and he stopped. "If Jack Wilson is here, I am ready to go to jail."

To my surprise, an older, gray-haired man slowly stood and started walking slowly towards the altar. Jack Wilson was the county Sheriff, and apparently a member of the congregation. Before he took Dwight away, I wanted to send him one more suggestion.

'When you get to the police station, you will confess to everything that you have done. EVERYTHING. You will tell them about your laptop, and give them your passwords. You will hide nothing,' I sent to him. 'You don't want a trial. You want to save Sarah the grief.'

'The sight of orange jumpsuits,' I continued, referring to the standard dress at the state pen, 'turns you into an oral and anal slut. You will BEG to be someone's bitch and his pass-around. And you'll love it!'

Jack made his way up the steps of the altar and reached out for Dwight's arm. "Pastor," he said, his voice shaky, "will you come with me please?"

"Sheriff Wilson, you heard him," I said. "His name is Dwight, and he's no Pastor." I don't know why I was surprised, but I was as Rat handed Jack a pair of flex cuffs, basically wide cable ties that act as handcuffs.

"I have to assume that you don't have your bracelets on you," he said softly. Jack just nodded and restrained Dwight with the military-grade strip of plastic.

Jack looked at me and nodded his head, taking Dwight away. 

As the Sheriff led Dwight out of the church I knew that I had to same something to the still seated, and mostly silent, congregation. Then came the biggest shock of the day as Rat stepped up to the podium.

"Ladies and gentlemen of the congregation, you don't know me, and I don't know you, but I'm humbly asking for your attention for a couple of minutes," he started, in a tone that I had never heard from him before.

He then went on to tell them that there was no shame in their falling under Dwight's spell, that he was a practiced con man. Dwight was an evil man who had fooled many before he came into their lives. The best thing that they could do was to keep their faith strong and to pray for the recovery of his many victims within the congregation. He then asked for a moment of silent reflection, after which he led them in the recitation of The Lord's Prayer. In closing the prayer, he assured them that there would be services next week as usual, and that we would help Sarah pass along any news about the church.

I stood behind him, surprised at a part of him that I had never seen, or even known about. I looked around the congregation as he spoke and saw people stunned, confused, and a bit awed by Rat's speech. Sarah looked down at her hands folded in her lap, and I eventually found Betty, as shocked as everyone else but sitting tall with what was almost a smirk on her face.

When he was done, Rat and I went into the vestry and closed the door behind us. "What the hell was that about?" I asked him.

"What?" he replied. "I'm not allowed to have faith in God?"

"Of course you are," I told him. "I just never knew that you did!"

"Yeah, well surprise!" 

"Surprise isn't the word!" I told him.

Just then, the door to the sanctuary opened and Sarah walked in. "What just happened out there?" she asked. "And who is this?" Her thoughts were all confused and jumbled. She had no idea what to think about anything.

"Sarah, this is James," I replied, using Rat's real name. "James is an old, and very trusted, friend of mine."

I then formally introduced Rat to Sarah, to whom he said, "Ma'am. It's a pleasure to meet you, although I wish it could have been under more pleasant circumstances."

"Sarah, I realize that this is all very confusing, but it would be best if you stayed with the congregation for now," I told her. "I promise that I will stop by your house to talk to you later." At that point I had no idea what I was going to tell her, but I was hoping that I could come up with something by then.

"Everyone is gone," she replied. "They're all outside, talking. I wouldn't know what to tell them anyway."

"Tell them the truth. You're as confused and shocked as they are," Rat told her. 

'If THAT'S not the understatement of the year!' she thought.

"Sarah, you are a strong woman," I told her. "You have nothing to be ashamed of."

'That's easy for you to say.' 

"I don't think that they will think the same way," she replied softly. 

"Sarah, you are just as much a victim as any of them. More so, even," Rat told her.

'They know something that they're not telling me,' she thought.

"Sarah, please, sit down and listen to me," I asked her, guiding her to a chair.

Rat excused himself and went out into the sanctuary as Sarah and I talked for a few minutes. I explained to her that con men and abusers like Dwight rarely only had one victim, especially when they let their new found power go to their heads. "I promise you that if you were to talk to the rest of the congregation, you will find quite a few more people, mostly women, that he has abused, both physically and mentally," I told her.

"I'm not so sure that some of the women were abused," she replied softly.

"It may not have looked like abuse," I told her, "but I assure you that it was." I then went on to explain the Stockholm Syndrome to her, where abuse victims start to sympathize with their tormentors, sometimes even believing that they deserve what they are getting.

Sarah looked at me with a blank face for a couple of seconds before she replied. "That's a real thing?" she asked finally. 'That's how I felt for a long time! Maybe it WASN'T me!'

"Yes, it is," I told her. "It's actually a lot more common that you would think. Even strong, intelligent women like you can fall victim to it."

"I really don't want to go out there," she said a few seconds later.

"I know," I told her. "But you have to. You have to be strong, for them as well as for yourself."

'I don't know if I CAN be strong! That son-of-a-bitch beat it out of me!'

"If you hide in here until everyone is gone, then you're letting him win. He still controls you," I added.

She looked at me silently for a second, no thoughts in her head, before she nodded her head. "You're right," she said. "To hell with him! I AM a strong woman!" 

"Yes, you are," I told her. I then went to the door and opened it, following her out into the sanctuary.

I walked with her to the front doors and looked at her before I opened it. She took a deep breath and looked at me, and then nodded her head. "I'm ready," she told me. 'Dear Lord, please give me the strength!'

I opened the door for her and she walked out into the sunlight. Most of the congregation was still there, talking amongst themselves in groups. To my greater surprise, Rat was talking to a group of them, looking like they were having a good conversation.

It only took a couple of seconds before someone noticed Sarah, and they started clapping. Soon, everyone was clapping for her and a few people came up to her and started talking to her. 

I stepped up to her and excused myself. I then told Sarah that I would talk to her later, and that she could call me if she needed to. She smiled at me and nodded, and as I looked at Rat, one of the women with Sarah said, "Please, you don't have to leave."

I "heard" a lot of agreement to her statement, as well as some wondering exactly who Rat and I were, and just what had happened on the altar with Dwight. 

"Yes, I do," I replied. "Sarah needs time with you right now."

I made eye contact with Rat and nodded towards the woods, and he nodded his head once, mouthing the words, "I'm good. Later."

After a short while, I made sure that everyone's attention was elsewhere and then slipped away to the back of the church and into the woods, where I quickly walked to my bike, stashed towards the park.

A couple of hours later, as I was sitting on my deck, looking over the lake and replaying the day in my mind, Rat came back and joined me.

"Wanna tell me what the hell happened back there?" he asked, handing me a beer.

"I was going to ask you the same thing," I replied. "You, talking like a preacher, and then mingling with the congregation afterwards?"

"Don't change the subject asshole," he said. "What the fuck did you do to Dwight that made him so compliant?"

"I didn't do anything," I lied. "Maybe his mind just caved in and he knew that the jig was up. He knew that he couldn't fight anymore."

"Don't bullshit me," he growled. 

"Hey, you were there," I told him. "I didn't touch him after I punched him in the throat."

'What the fuck are you up to?' he thought as he glared at me.

"Your turn," I said, trying to change the subject. "When did you become a preacher?"

"I told you, there's a lot that you don't know about me," he said as he drank his beer.

*** 

A couple of hours later I called Sarah. "How are you holding up?" I asked her.

"I'm ... ok I guess," she replied. "I'm still a bit in shock."

"I can only imagine," I told her. "Would you like me to come over?"

"I would like that very much," she said, "but not tonight. I need some time to think, to go over everything in my mind."

"I understand. I'm here when you need me," I told her.

"I know, and I really appreciate that. I can't possibly tell you how much. I promise I will call you soon."

"Please do me a favor, and keep your phone near you," I said. "I don't trust Dwight's goons. I'm a little worried that they may come to the house in the middle of the night."

"Oh, you didn't hear," she replied. "Pas ... he gave them up, and they were all arrested. They're in jail with him!"

"Good. I'm glad to hear that," I told her. "Still, keep your phone handy, for me."

"I always do," she replied before hanging up.

I sat there alone, taking in the silence for a couple of minutes. I then decided that after everything that had happened over the past few weeks, I needed to get out of the house and decompress. Rat had retired to the room that he was staying in, the door closed and no lights on, so I went out for a long bike ride by myself.



Mental Manipulations Ch. 09



When I woke up Monday morning I was surprised to find an empty house. There was a note from Rat on my kitchen counter, simply saying, "Gone. Will call soon." Knowing him, "soon" could be later that day, the next day, or weeks or months later. I knew that day before had shaken him up, but I had no idea how much, or even why. Hopefully I would find out ... soon.

I had an appointment to see Abhi that day, so I spent the morning relaxing and doing a little "busy work" around the house. Then, after being hooked up to Abhi's machines and being tested for God only knows what, I spent the rest of the day resting and recovering. It was surprising how doing nothing but lying still, and answering questions and looking at videos and pictures, could be so tiring.

Abhi and I did get some time to talk at the end of her testing, and I could tell right away that she was nervous. 'Just relax and talk to him. There's nothing to worry about,' I sent to her.

She looked at me and let out a big sigh. "I have to ask your forgiveness," she said. "What happened last time I saw you wasn't normal for me. I never act like that!" 'Not anymore, at least. Not since University!'

I looked at her like I was confused. "I don't understand what you mean," I told her. "As far as I'm concerned, you have nothing to apologize for. You were an excellent date. I thoroughly enjoyed your company."

"Yes, I'm sure that you did!" she replied. "Especially the way that we ended up!" 'Although you DID cover me up very nicely, and I felt amazingly refreshed, but tired, the next morning!'

"Abhi, we were, and still are, two consenting adults. There was an obvious attraction from the beginning, and we acted on it. If anything, I should be the one apologizing. I kissed you first, if my memory serves, and I made the first moves."

"I don't remember who did what first, but that's not the point," she said. "And that's really not important. That's not something that I normally do."

"No, you're right. Who kissed who first isn't important," I replied. "What IS important is the fact that you seemed to need to break out of whatever has been holding you back for so long. What I saw was a woman that has been pent up, that has been too focused on her job, for so long that she forgot about everything else. She forgot that she IS an intelligent, beautiful, desirable woman, with her own wants and needs, and for that one night she allowed herself to be that woman."

"Let me ask you this," I continued, "truthfully, HONESTLY, do you regret that night? The next morning, when you woke up, did you feel better? More relaxed? Did you feel like you had been treated like a real woman again, for the first time in far too long?"

She sat there silently, looking at me for a few seconds. "Yes! Yes, I did! I felt sore, like I had been through the best, and hardest, work-out that I had in a long time, but I felt amazing!' she thought.

"You haven't told me that I'm wrong," I said finally, "so I can only assume that I'm not. I'm sorry if I seem crude, but you clearly needed a night like that."

'You can't argue with him. He's right, and you know it!' I heard. 'You haven't felt that drained in far too long!'

She still didn't say anything, probably because she didn't know what to say, so after a short while I added, "Abhi, I would love to take you out on a real date. Don't give me that, 'It wouldn't be professional' nonsense, either. We both know that we're well beyond that point by now."

"We are clearly attracted to each other, and if you are truly worried about your professional appearance, and I mean TRULY worried, then I will drop you as my doctor and you can hand me off to a colleague. But I don't think that is the case here. Let me take you out on a real date, dinner, drinks, maybe some live music ... and if you can honestly say at the end of the night that the last time was a mistake, then I will never bother you personally again. You have my word."

"Let me think on it," she finally replied. "You're right, of course, that I enjoyed your company last time. Every bit of it. I just need to think about everything. I don't know if I'm ready, or even have the time, for a relationship right now."

"Abhi, I don't know if I want a relationship right now either. At least not a 'traditional' relationship. But I DO know that I am very attracted to you, both mentally and physically, and I believe that you feel the same way."

She just nodded her head in agreement, not saying anything. "Then I would hate to see that mutual attraction go to waste," I told her.

"She nodded again, and stood. "I will think about it. I promise," she said, offering me her hand.

"Abhi, I think that we are way beyond the handshake stage," I laughed, opening my arms for a hug. She looked at me for a second, hesitating, before she laughed also and stepped into my arms, hugging me.

"I hope to hear from you soon," I told her as I started walking out the door. 'Stop being so uptight! You know that you want him again, and that you loved that feeling!' I sent to her.

"You will. I promise," she said.

***

A couple of days later, as I was driving home from looking at a potential commercial job, my cell phone rang. I immediately recognized the number as the phone that I gave Sarah, and I answered it right away.

"Hi Sarah," I said. "How are you?"

"I'm doing well," she replied. "Getting a little better each day. How are you?"

"I'm doing fine," I told her. "I'm glad to hear you're getting better! To what do I owe this very pleasant surprise?"

"I would like to see you," she replied. "Can you come over for dinner Friday?"

"I would be honored," I told her. "What time would you like me?"

We settled on a time for dinner just as I pulled into my driveway, and I then got in to the shower. While I stood under the warm, cascading water, I started to wonder what I about Friday. I expected Sarah to still be emotionally fragile, no matter how strong she tried to act. 

Friday evening, after stopping off at the liquor store for a couple of bottles of wine, I pulled up in front of Sarah's house. She greeted me with a big smile and I could tell from reading her thoughts that she was being genuine. She really was happy to see me. To my surprise, she hugged me as she closed her door.

I was pleasantly surprised at how she was dressed. With Dwight gone from her life she seemed to be loosening up a bit. Her outfit was still on the conservative side, but nowhere near as much as she usually dressed.

She was wearing a loose, flowing skirt that ended just below her knees, and a light pink-colored blouse that was just sheer enough to show the outline of her bra. Her firm, bare legs stuck out from under her skirt leading to a pair of short-heeled backless shoes, and her long, strawberry-blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail. The biggest surprise was that she was even wearing a little make-up. It wasn't a lot, very subtle, but it was there. She looked more beautiful than I had ever seen her. 

As I walked in the house I handed her the wine and she looked surprised. "You didn't have to bring anything," she told me.

"I know, but it is the right thing to do," I replied. 

"But TWO bottles of wine?" she asked. 'Is he going to try to get me drunk?'

"Well, I didn't know what you were serving, so I brought a bottle of red and a bottle of white," I told her.

"Oh. Well, I just made a simple roasted chicken," she replied. "I really don't know why I invited you to dinner. I'm honestly not much of a cook."

'Oh my gosh! I hope that didn't sound as bad as I think it did! That was horrible!'

"I mean, Past ... my hus ... HE always complained about my cooking." 'Why am I so nervous! I shouldn't have done this! I'm not ready for this yet!'

"Sarah, it's fine," I told her. "It's perfectly normal for you to be nervous. You've been through a lot in the last couple of days. And for the record, I refer to him by his real name. Dwight."

She looked at me for a couple of seconds, and then replied, "You're right. I think that's how I should refer to him as well. He was a phony preacher, and a horrible husband. I like that idea. Dwight it is!"

A few minutes later we were sitting at her dining room table eating dinner. I had the bottle of white opened and we each had a glass in front of us. Before she started eating Sarah took a sip of the wine. "This is good!" she told me, taking another sip. "I don't drink much, my hus ... Dwight didn't think that it was lady-like for a woman to drink, but I like this!" 

"Dwight was a misogynistic ass," I told her. "There is nothing wrong with a woman enjoying an alcoholic drink, especially a glass of wine with dinner."

"I know," she replied softly. "I don't know why I keep bringing him up. I'm sorry."

"You don't need to apologize," I told her. "It's natural. You were with him for a long time. Everything is still fresh."

"Yes, it is," she said.

We finished dinner with a minimal amount of conversation. Her thoughts were mostly on trying to keep calm, and not knowing what to say. She was clearly nervous, almost to the point of being scared.

After dinner I helped her clean up, something else that she obviously wasn't used to. "You don't have to do this," she told me as I brought the dirty dishes into the kitchen.

"I know that I don't have to," I replied. "I WANT to. You made a great dinner, complete with fresh, homemade bread. I cook. I know how much work goes in to a dinner like this. Helping you clean up is the least that I can do."

"Thank you," she said, looking down. "But it wasn't that good. I told you, I'm not that good of a cook."

"Sarah, I told you, Dwight is an ass. The chicken was great, the veggies were perfect, and the bread was great. You are a very good cook! Forget what he kept telling you. He was trying to hurt you. Trying to break you, make you feel worthless. That was the only way that he could make himself feel better about himself, to feel superior to you."

'Well, he did a good job of that,' she thought.

"Trust me, he is NOT superior to you," I told her. "He's a con man, and a thief."

She quietly nodded her head. "You're right," she said softly.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't be saying all of this to you," I told her. "You don't deserve to have all of this dumped on you like this."

"No, you're right," she replied with a slightly stronger voice, looking up at me. "I need to put him behind me. To admit to myself that he was the worthless one, not me."

"That's going to be easier said than done, but you can do it," I told her. "You're a strong woman. Stronger than you realize."

'You have more faith in me than I do!'

"I hope so," she replied.

I helped her load her dishwasher, and I could tell that there was something else that she wanted to talk to me about. As we finished I asked her if she wanted me to open the bottle of red.

"I don't know," she said. "I told you, I'm not that much of a drinker."

"Well, we can always save it for next time," I said, smiling at her.

'Next time! Yes, I definitely want a next time!' "Yes, I think that would be best," she replied.

"That's fine," I told her. "That lets me know that there will be a next time."

"But I know that you didn't just invite me for dinner. Something else is on your mind," I continued as we walked into her living room.

"Yes," she replied with a big sigh. "There is so much that I want to talk to you about, but I don't know where to start."

'Where DO I start? Sunday? My abusive husband? Your friend? YOU?'

"Start with the most urgent, or the most important," I told her. "We can take the rest from there."

"Ok," she replied, sighing. "My first concern is the church. I have no one to lead the service this Sunday. I don't know what to do."

"I have to imagine that it's kind of late to cancel them this week?" I asked.

"Yes, it is," she replied. "I can't do that anyway. This church is like a family. After last Sunday, I feel we need to be together this week. We need to have our service, just like always."

"Ok, well then why can't you do it?" I asked her.

"I'm not a minister!" she responded. 

"Either was Dwight," I countered. "And you're a lot better of a person, and actually KNOW the Bible better than he does."

"You could always make these services all about healing. Trying to soothe the wounds that he caused for so many of you."

She looked at me silently for a few seconds. 'He's right,' she thought. 'That son-of-a-bitch did a pretty good job at it! Why can't I?'

"I don't know if I can do that," she said. "How will the congregation see me? Will they accept me?"

"Sarah, I saw a lot of support last week. Your father started this church. You know this congregation better than anyone else. It's your right to step in, and step up."

"You're right," she replied softly a few seconds later, nodding her head. "I can at least try."

"You'll not only try, you'll do great," I assured her.

"Will you come?" she asked. "Please?"

"Sarah, I'm not a member of your congregation," I told her. 

"Do you believe in God?" she asked.

"Yes, but not the way that you do," I said. "My beliefs are a bit ... different from yours."

"Do you believe in God?" she asked again. 

"Yes, I do."

"Do you believe in the same God that I do?"

"Yes."

"Then that's good enough," she said. "I am personally inviting you this Sunday. I am requesting your presence."

I looked at her silently for a couple of seconds. 'Oh no! I pushed him too far!' she thought, trying not to look worried.

"I would be honored to be your guest to your first service as minister," I told her.

Sarah smiled at me and I saw a beauty that I hadn't seen from her before. Almost peaceful. "Thank you," she replied. "And don't worry. I don't expect you to wear a suit and tie if you don't want to." 'Although I WOULD like to know how good you look dressed up!'

"No worries," I replied with a smile. "I think I can throw something respectable together. I won't embarrass you."

"I don't think that you could embarrass me," she told me in a soft voice as she reached her hands out to me. "I feel like you've saved me." 

I didn't want her to start having flashbacks or dark thoughts, and I wasn't ready to answer what I knew were going to be her other questions, especially about Rat or myself, so I told her that I should probably start getting home. "Yes, you're probably right," she said. 'I don't think that I want you to go!' she thought. 'I like you here! I feel safe with you here!'

We both stood and she walked me to her door. I took the time to take a last view of her body, especially her ass swaying under her skirt. When we reached the door she turned towards me and looked at me. I knew that look.

"Thank you for ... everything," she said softly, reaching for my hands. "I honestly don't know what I would do without you in my life right now."

'Yes I do. I'd still be stuck with that criminal that I called my husband, being beaten by him for nothing other than his sick amusement!'

"Sarah, I told you, you're a strong woman," I replied. "You are much stronger than you realize, or that you want to admit to yourself. I want to think that eventually you would have stood up for yourself, or Dwight would have done something else to cause his downfall."

"Maybe," she said, looking deep into my eyes, "but you made it happen sooner. I can't thank you enough. My church can't thank you enough!"

"Just remember, it's going to take a while for everyone to heal," I told her. "Some longer than others."

"I know. I just hope that I can be strong enough to help those that need it," she replied.

"Well, in order to help others heal, you have to allow yourself to heal first," I said.

'I need you! I need your help! Help me heal!'

"I'll be here to help you whenever you need it," I added. "HOW ever you need it."

'I need you in SO MANY ways!' she thought.

"Thank you," she said softly. "You truly are a good man."

She then let go of my hands and stepped towards me, wrapping her arms around me. I felt her hug me tight and she sighed deeply. I also quickly felt my cock start to rise from the effect of having her so close to me as well as the scent radiating from her. 

'Do it! You know that you want him! Don't be afraid!' she thought to herself and she held me tight. 

As much as I wanted her, I knew that to make any move, or to let her make any move, would only damage her worse. She wasn't ready yet. I slowly released my arms and leaned back, which almost turned out to be a big mistake. 

She looked at me with a deep passion in her eyes, and I knew that she wanted to kiss me. As much as I wanted that also, I knew that she wasn't ready for something like that yet, and I didn't want to do any more damage to her. She needed time to heal mentally. 

'No! Not yet! It's not time yet!' I sent to her.

She stopped and looked at me, and then said, "So I will see you Sunday?"

"I will be there," I told her. "For you."

"Thank you," she said.

Reluctantly, I left Sarah's house and started driving home. After that close encounter I was feeling a bit frustrated and pent up, so I decided to stop off at the bar for a couple of drinks before I went home.

To my surprise and delight, as soon as I walked in I saw Becky and her two vacuous friends sitting at the bar. Becky saw me and smiled and waved, causing her friends to turn and look at me. One of them, the bitchy blonde who was closest to me, gave me a quick once-over and smiled at me before turning back to Becky.

'Damn! Who is THAT?' she thought.

I walked up to Becky and said hi, and then ordered myself a beer and a round for the women. "I don't want to disturb you," I told Becky. "I just wanted to say hi. We can talk before you leave, if you want."

'Oh, I want!' Becky thought.

"Ok," she replied, smiling at me. "I'll talk to you in a few." 

I sat down a few seats away from the women, and as I was finishing my beer I saw Becky get up and walk to the washroom. As soon as the door closed behind her, both of the other women quickly got up and walked over to me.

"Hi," blondie said. "Are you Becky's mystery man?" she asked.

"I'm sorry, who are you?" I asked her.

"Oh, yeah," she replied, clearly not used to being ignored by men like I was. "I'm Beth, and this is Veronica."

"Ladies," I acknowledged, "my name is Kurt. Now, what can I do for you?"

"Are you the guy she went home with a couple of weeks ago?" Veronica asked.

"I'm sorry again, but why is that any of your business?" I asked.

"Well, we're just curious," Beth answered. "She was acting giddy for days after we left her here that night. She said that she met someone who 'rocked her world.' The way that she smiled at you, we figured that it had to be you."

"Curious, huh?" I said. "Well, you know what they say about curiosity and the cat."

They both looked at each other shocked as I turned to the bartender to order another beer, and I saw a slight nod from Veronica.

"Well, if you're him, we just want to tell you that we can give you a much better time than she did. Together," Beth said. 

"Really?" I asked, looking interested. "The two of you? Together?"

They looked at each other again, and then they both smiled it me. "Yeah, the two of us, together," Beth said. "I've got to figure that just one of us has got to be more fun that her. Together ..."

"Wow," I replied, seeing Becky come out of the washroom and walking towards us. "That does sound intriguing."

"Intriguing isn't the word," Veronica said as Beth nodded her head.

"Well ladies," I told them as Becky walked up behind them with a look that wasn't very happy, "you couldn't handle me. Together."

Becky stood behind them glaring at the two women. "And I can barely handle Becky. You two are a joke. Even if I hadn't met Becky first," I continued as I walked between them towards Becky, "there's no way in Hell I would be interested in two arrogant, empty-headed, stuck-up bitches like you."




Mental Manipulations



"Well, I know there are a couple of doctors that want to see you today, but hopefully we can get you out of here later and send you home," she told me.

'Where I'm sure Aunt Roxy will fuck your brains out,' I heard.

"So, you're Roxy's niece?" I asked her.

"Yeah. She sure was glad to see you, too!"

"That's good," I laughed. 

"Do you know when the docs will be here?" I asked. "I would love to take a shower before I go home."

'Aww. I wanted to give you a soapy sponge-bath,' I heard.

"No, I don't. I'll go check the board real quick and see if I can at least give you a guess," she said.

"Thanks. That would be great," I told her.

A few minutes later, she came back in my room. 

"It'll be a couple of hours, probably," she told me. "That should give you plenty of time to shower."

"Great," I replied.

'You could join me, and make sure I get all of those hard to reach spots?' I thought.

Jennifer looked at me funny for a second.

"Ok, well I'll let you shower. Behave yourself," she told me.

"Oh, before you go in, let me remove that bandage from your forehead," she told me. "That should be all healed up by now."

"What happened there," I asked as she gently removed the gauze and tape.

"You had a burn," she replied. "You must have been leaning against something metal is the only thing the EMT's could figure out."

I walked into the bathroom after she was done and looked into the mirror. As I looked at my face, I saw a vertical scar going from just above the inside edge of my right eyebrow to about the middle of my left, at about a 15 degree angle. Thinking about it, that was right about where my headache was the day before.

When I got out of the shower about twenty minutes later, Jennifer was gone, but Roxy was there.

"Hey stud," she said as I walked out of the bathroom. "I wish I could've joined you in there."

"Me too!" I replied. "How are you?"

"I'm fine. How are YOU?" she said.

"I'm feeling much better," I told her.

'Horny as hell, but much better.'

This time, Roxy gave me an odd look.

"Well when we get you home, I'm going to take care of you, and then I'm going to TAKE CARE OF YOU!" she purred again, sliding her hand across my crotch.

Almost instantly, I felt my blood rushing to my cock, quickly filling it.

"Oh my, Kurt!" she sighed as my rod quickly filled her hand. "You really ARE horny!"

"How long was I out?" I asked. "Of course I'm horny!"

'You COULD take me into the bathroom and do something to take care of my horniness,' I thought.

Roxy gave me the odd look again.

We talked for a while, and then a doctor walked in the room.

Walking up to my bedside, I saw a beautiful young East Indian woman wearing a white lab coat, along with the doctor from yesterday. 

'Hmmm. Very nice looking!' I heard in a sexy accent.

After asking how I felt, Dr. Jones introduced the young woman as Dr. Sharma, a neurologist, and then excused himself to continue his rounds.

"Mr. Jones, I'm Dr. Sharma. I'm the head of the Neurology department," the woman said in an Indian English voice, holding out her hand. "Can we talk for a minute?"

"Uh oh," I replied. "That can't be a good thing when a neurologist that I've never met before wants to 'talk for a minute'," I replied.

Dr. Sharma laughed, and said, "It's nothing to worry about, I promise you."

"Ok," I answered as I sat on my bed.

Dr. Sharma went on to explain that after looking at the CAT scan and MRI results, she wanted to do another round of tests.

"I have noticed some activity in a very unusual area of your brain," she explained. 

"Unusual? Unusual how?" I asked, suddenly getting concerned.

"Oh, I assure you, it is nothing to worry about," she quickly replied. "You just have some strong activity in an area that we don't normally see much activity at all in."

She went on to explain how most people have areas of the brain that are normally dormant, I have activity in an area that most people don't, and they can't explain why I do.

As she spoke, I couldn't help but look over her body. She not only had a beautiful face, but she seemed to have a very fit body hidden under her lab coat also. 

'I would love to see what you look like under your lab coat,' I thought to myself. 'Then you might see all sorts of activity!'

This time, the doctor looked at me strangely.

"So, with your permission," she said seconds later, "I'd like to re-take the CAT scan and MRI as soon as possible."

"Whatever you think is best, doc," I replied.

"Ok, then," she replied. "I will have someone bring you around for all of the tests, and then I'll see you once I have the results."

"That sounds good, doc," I replied. 

"Am I going to be able to leave today?" I asked as she started walking out of the room.

"I don't see why not," she said. "If I can't come back to you today, we could always schedule an appointment at my office during the week."

"That would be great," I told her. "I would really like to get home."

'And when I see you next time, I'd love to see your legs and some cleavage,' I thought.

Once again, I got the strange look. Dr. Sharma then smiled at me, and left the room.

Roxy smiled at me from the chair she was in.

"So, you've got a strange brain, huh?" she asked.

"I guess so," I replied.

"She was kind of hot," she said.

"Yeah, she was definitely cute."

"Too bad I can't examine your other head," she said, sliding her hand under my gown.

"Oh shit!" I gasped as I felt her fingers teasing my shaft. "I really would love that!"

'I have got to get this cock again! Soon!' I heard in my head, in Roxy's voice, as she stared at my crotch.

At that moment, just as I felt my cock start to harden again, Janice the nurse and Roxy's niece, walked into the room.

"Hi Mr. Jones," she said cheerfully, as Roxy quickly pulled her hand out from under the sheet. "Hi Aunt Roxy."

Janice had a smirk on her face as she looked at us, and I heard, 'Aww, did I interrupt you?'

'Bitch brat,' I heard in Roxy's voice at the same time. 

A few minutes later, I was being led around the hospital, in a repeat of the testing that they had done just the day before.

A couple of hours later, they were done with me and wheeled me back to my room. Right after that, nurse Janice came in and told me that they were releasing me. 

"Where's aunt Roxy?" she asked as she looked around the room.

"I have no idea," I told her. "She wasn't here when they brought me back."

'The slut is probably off fucking some doctor,' I heard in my head, as Janice looked at me.

"Oh well. I'm sure she'll be back soon," she told me.

About fifteen minutes later, as I was finishing getting my clothes on, Roxy came back into the room, wearing a short, button-down summer dress and heels.

"Hi sexy," she said as she walked up and kissed me. "I hope you don't mind, but I ran home, showered, changed, and packed a bag."

"Packed a bag? Where are you going?" I asked.

"Taking you home, silly," she replied. "I told you, when you get released, I'm gonna take you home and take care of you!"

"I remember," I told her. "I didn't realize you were that serious."

'Shit! I blew it!' I heard in her voice. 'He doesn't want me there!'

"Is that ok?" she asked. "Don't you want me to take care of you?"

"I can't think of anything I'd like more," I told her. 'Except getting you naked, and filling all of you up!'

I got the strange look, and then she smiled at me.

A few minutes later, Janice came into the room with my discharge papers.

"You're all set to go, Mr. Jones," she said.

"Are you taking him home, Aunt Roxy?" she asked.

"Yes, darlin', I am," Roxy replied. "I'm taking this man home, and taking good care of him!"

'Yeah, I just bet you are,' I heard in Janice's voice.

"Well, just make sure he gets plenty of rest," Janice told her.

"Oh, he will, eventually," Roxy laughed.

'Slut,' I heard from Janice.

After I signed all of the papers, I was being wheeled out of my room, and I heard a voice call out to me.

"Mr. Jones!" I heard, in that sexy Indian English voice.

Dr. Sharma came walking up as quickly as she could.

"Please make sure that you make a follow-up appointment as soon as possible," she told me.

"I'll call your office tomorrow morning," I told her.

"I'm looking forward to it," she said.

As we pulled away from the hospital in Roxy's truck a few minutes later, she looked over at me.

"I do believe that young Indian doctor has desires for you," she said softly.

"I'm sure her 'desires' are purely professional," I told her. 'Although I have a few desires for her!'

"I'm a woman," she replied. "I can tell when another woman has the hots for a man."

"You sound jealous" I teased.

'Damn right, I am!' I heard.

"No, I'm not jealous," she said. "Just observing, that's all."

"Ok," I replied.

The rest of the drive was pretty quiet, as Roxy drove and we listened to the radio.

When we got to my house, I saw that my truck wasn't there, and Roxy told me that the pastor informed me that I was to pick it up as soon as I was released.

"That can wait until tomorrow," I said, a bit pissed off.

"Exactly," she replied. "Tonight, you're gonna relax, and let Roxy take good care of you."

As soon as we were in the house, I went out onto the deck and looked down at the lake.

"Baby, why don't you come inside for a bit?" Roxy asked, standing behind me and sliding her hands down my chest. "It's a bit more private, and I want to take care of you first."

"I've been stuck in the hospital to way too long," I told her. "I want some fresh air for a while."

"Besides, I don't remember the lack of privacy out here bothering you before," I teased.

"Well, that was night time," she replied. "It was dark out, and I was drunk."

"It'll be dark soon, and from the chairs, nobody can see up here," I told her as I turned around.

'You know that being an exhibitionist turns you on,' I thought.

Roxy pulled back and once again looked at me funny, and then stepped back in and hugged me, holding me tightly.

By now, my cock was starting to get hard, and I knew that she could feel it pressing into her belly. 

"Well, if I'm not going to get you inside for a while, sit down and let me work some magic on you," she said softly, walking me backwards to the chaise lounge. 

"Ok," I replied, "that, I won't argue with!"

'You'd better not!' I heard in my head as she unbuttoned my shirt and kissed my chest.

Soon, I was lifting my hips, allowing her to slide my pants and boxers down my legs.

"Oohhh, looks like someone else is happy to be home," Roxy said, as she slowly stroked my hard shaft.

'Damn, this thing is bigger and thicker than I remember,' I heard in her voice as she slid her tongue up the length of my pole.

"Oh, damn!" I moaned at the feel of her tongue as it flicked around the sensitive underside of the head. "I'm not gonna last very long, if you keep that up!"

"That's ok," she said as she backed off a couple inches. "Just let it go. We've got all weekend, baby."

"Oh yeah," I sighed. 

Roxy then slid her lips over the head of my cock, tightened them up, and slowly slid them down my length.

"Oh shit!" I gasped.

She spent the next few minutes slowly bobbing her head up and down my cock, stroking what wasn't in her mouth.

Soon, she started picking up speed, and I knew that I wasn't going to last.

'Oh, shit! Slow down! I'm gonna cum soon! Too soon,' I thought to myself.

Roxy stopped for second, and then picked up speed with both her lips and her hand.

A couple of minutes later, I reached my hands down and held her head as I started thrusting my hips up at her.

"Oh shit!" I moaned loudly, as I felt my balls constrict and start spewing their load. "Oh damn!"

'Holy shit!' I heard in Roxy's voice, even thought I could feel her swallowing. 'He's gonna drown me!'

After what felt like fifteen minutes of solid cumming, my body jerked one more time, and I slumped back on the chaise lounge.

I then heard, and felt, Roxy release my spent shaft from her lips.

"Damn, honey! You really were storing that up, weren't you?" she asked, licking her lips. "I thought you were gonna drown me for a second!"

Suddenly, I was hit with another headache, worse than the one that I had when I came out of my coma.

"Damn," I said softly. "My head is killing me!"

"Are you ok, baby?"

"No. Pounding headache!" I moaned.

"Let me be for a little bit," I said. "I'm going to try to sleep this off."

"Ok," she whispered.

'Damn! I hope I didn't hurt him! I didn't even give him my best effort, yet!' I heard in her voice.

*****

When I woke up later, the sun was out, and it was a beautiful day. I could hear music coming from the house, and when I turned to look, I could see Roxy moving around the kitchen wearing an apron.

"Hey! You're awake!" she said as she turned to look at me.

"I guess so," I replied. "What time is it?"

"Ten A.M.," she told me.

"What day is it?"

"Monday," she giggled.

"Damn. How long did I sleep?"

"About eighteen hours," she replied. "I was starting to think my wonderful blow job put you back into your coma!"

I laughed, and then she asked me about my headache.

"Damn! I forgot about that!" I said.

"It's gone?" she asked.

"Yeah. Like I never had one."

"Good!" she said. "Are you hungry? I hope you don't mind, but I already ate. I can fix something up for you, though."

'Mmm. Cook naked for me,' I thought to her.

Roxy gave me that strange look again, and then got a gleam in her eyes. 

"I'll cook naked for you, if you want," she told me.

'Damn. That was odd,' I thought.

"I'll never turn down a beautiful woman walking around my kitchen naked," I told her.

Giggling, Roxy stood in front of me and started to strip off her clothes.

Before she pulled down her panties, I decided to try something.

'Keep your panties on. It's naughtier that way,' I thought to her.

Once again, I got that look. 

"I think I'm gonna keep my panties on, if you don't mind," she said. "It's naughtier that way."

"Mmm," I replied. "Nice!"

'Offer to suck me off and then fuck me before you start cooking,' I thought.

Once again, I got the look from Roxy, and she walked slowly up to me.

"How'd you like to start off the day with a blow job and a fuck before breakfast?" she purred.

"That sounds like the perfect start to the day," I replied smiling.

Without another word, she led me to a kitchen chair. Before I sat down, she held on to my hips.

She then knelt in front of me and started sliding my shorts down around my legs. As soon as they were around my ankles, she reached her hand up and wrapped her fingers around my hard shaft.

As I looked down at her, she slowly slid her lips down the length of my pole.

After a few seconds, I had to sit, and Roxy never missed a beat as she continued sucking me.

I reached down and held on to her hair as it started flying around with the bobbing of her head.

Grabbing a handful of her hair, I tried pushing her head all the way down on my cock, but Roxy started gagging.

'I gotta rest my poor jaw, baby," she told me as she began stroking my rod.

'Get up on the table,' I thought to her.

Roxy stopped stroking my cock, and then stood. I watched as she walked over to the table and sat back on it.

'Slide your fingers down to your pussy and tell me how wet you are,' I thought.

I then watched as she kept her eyes locked on mine and slid her fingers down her belly, under her lacy, boy-shorts panties, and started rubbing her pussy.

"Oh, damn baby! I am so wet!" she gasped as she slid her fingers across her clit.

Smiling, I stood. 

Stepping out of my shorts, I walked over to the table, my hard cock leading the way.

Without saying a word, I stepped in between Roxy's legs and grabbed a hold of the waistband of her panties. I slid them down to her knees and began sliding my shaft up and down her wet slit.

"Ohh yesss!" she gasped as I slid the mushroom head around her clit.

'Hold your pussy open for me' I thought.

Roxy then spread her pussy lips wide for me.

"C'mon, baby," she moaned as she stretched her labia wide. "Fuck me good!"

I lined the head of my cock up with her wet hole and slammed my hips forward, burying my shaft deep in one thrust.

"Ohhh! Shit!" she yelped as my hips bounced into her legs. Her hands went around to my ass and she held me still for a minute.

'Holy damn!' I heard as she lay flat, her mouth wide open and gasping. 'I felt that in my tummy!'

After a couple of minutes, I started slowly moving my hips, sliding the length of my cock in and out of her.

"Ooohhhhh!" she moaned, lifting her hips up at me.

'Play with your tits,' I thought. 

Roxy moved her hands up to her bouncing tits and began squeezing them and rolling her nipples between her fingers.

I lifted her legs, pushing them toward her chest and started picking up a little speed as I fucked her. 

"Oh shit!' she gasped when I began slamming into her a little harder. "Fuck my pussy, baby! Make me feel it!"

'Play with your clit,' I told her.

She immediately slid one hand down to her pussy and started sliding her fingertips across her button, which was sticking out proud.

"Ooohhhyeeaahhhhh," she moaned.

I continued fucking her for a few minutes, and then I stepped back, sliding my pole out of her hot, wet hole.

She lifted her head and looked at me as I held my shiny cock.

'Suck my cock,' I told her. 'Taste yourself.'

With a moan, Roxy slid off of the table and knelt in front of me.

Wrapping her fingers around my shaft, she immediately started sliding her lips down the length.

"Mmmmm," she began moaning.

I thrust my hips forward a couple of times, pushing my cock in deeper, and I then reached down and slid my hands under her arms.

"Get back on the table," I told her as she groaned. "Bend over it."

She walked back to the table and bent over it, pressing her big tits flat against the surface.

As I stepped in behind her, she moved her feet, spreading her legs as far apart as they would go with her panties still around her knees..

I grabbed a handful of her asscheeks and pulled them apart and placed the head of my cock at her wet opening.

"Oohhh YEAHHH!" she moaned as I slid back in.

Still holding her asscheeks apart, I began sliding my length in and out of her tight pussy again.

A couple of times, I pulled my cock all the way out of her, and slid it up and down the crack of her ass, coating her tight little rosebud as I went. 

As I slid back in, I reached my hand over and placed my thumb at her now wet asshole, and began rubbing her juices into it.

"Ohhhhhh!" she moaned.

'Oh shit! I don't know if I can take him back there!' I heard.

'Tell me to fuck your ass,' I thought.

"Ohhh," she moaned louder as I continued fucking her and pressed my thumb into her ass.

'Ohhh! I want him to take my ass, but I'm afraid he's too big!'

I pushed my thumb into her ass and kept it there as I continued sliding my cock in and out.

'You can do it,' I though to her. 'I'll just have to go slow.'

"Oohhh," she moaned even louder.

'I can take him back there,' she thought. 'I'll just tell him to go slow.'

"Ohh baby!" she gasped when I slammed my cock deep into her, wiggling my thumb.

'Cum for me,' I thought.

"Ohh yeah! Fuck me hard!" she told me. "I wanna cum for you!"

I reached up with my free hand and grabbed a handful of her hair, keeping my thumb buried in her ass, as I began slamming my hips harder against her asscheeks.

"Ohh! Fuck!" she yelped. "Yes! Fuck me baby! I'm gonna cum!"

I began moving my thumb deeper in her ass as I continued fucking her, and soon her body started shaking.

"Oooohhhhhyeeeahhhhh!" she yelled as she started pushing her ass back at me. "I'm cumming! Oh yeah baby! I'm cumming all over your big cock!" 




Mental Manipulations



I could feel her clamping down on my shaft and my thumb as she shook, and her back was covered in sweat.

"Oohhhmyygodddd!" she moaned into the table, her arms reaching to the far side. "Yeahhhhh!"

I slowed down and waited as she came down from her orgasm, and then tried again.

'Tell me to fuck your ass,' I thought again.

"Fuck my ass, baby," she said immediately.

"You want to give me your ass?" I asked her.

"Yes!" she replied. "But please go slow!"

"I will," I told her. 

I released her hair and leaned over as far as I could. I was just able to reach a bottle of olive oil on the counter without having to pull my thumb or cock out of her. I opened it and slowly poured it down the crack of her ass.

Roxy gasped at the feel of the cool oil, and soon started wiggling her ass as I coated my thumb, and her tight asshole, in the green liquid.

I then pulled my cock out and rubbed it in the oil, mixing it with the pussy juices that already coated it.

Roxy bent her knees slightly as I slid the head of my cock up and down her asscrack, lining it up with her tight backdoor.

"Ohhhh!" she gasped as I rubbed more oil into her asshole with the head of my shaft. "Go easy baby!" 

"I will," I told her.

I then started leaning forward, slowly pressing the head of my cock into her ass.

'Relax, and push back,' I thought to her.

Roxy took a deep breath, and then started leaning back into me.

With all of the oil I had used, it didn't take long before I had the head and at least an inch of my shaft in Roxy's tight ass.

'Oh damn!' I heard. 'He's filling me up so much! And he just started!'

"Are you ok?" I asked her.

"Yeah, baby!" she replied. "It feels good! You're filling me up so full!"

"Good," I told her, and started sliding my cock slowly back and forth.

Roxy started moaning louder again, and with every slide forward, I was pushing just a little more of my rod into her.

'Oh shit!' I heard a few minutes later. 'I don't know how much more of him I can take!'

"You're almost there, baby," I told her. "Just a little bit left."

"Ohh damn!" she moaned. "That's not all it?"

"Just relax," I told her. 

I felt her take another deep breath, and I thrust forward one more time. Roxy raised her head and yelped loudly.

'Holy fuck!' I heard.

"That's all of it," I told her.

"I took it all?" she asked.

"You've got it all, baby," I told her.

"Damn!" she breathed.

I stood still for a minute, letting her get used to feeling all of me in her ass, and then I started moving my hips sideways.

"Ohhh!" she moaned. 'Damn! That's starting to feel good!'

"Are you ready?" I asked, bucking my hips against her ass.

"Yes!" she breathed, pushing back at me. "Fuck my ass now!"

Holding tightly to her hips, I started sliding my cock back, and then thrust forward again.

"Ooohhhyess!" she hissed. "So full!"

Soon, I had built up a good rhythm and began fucking her tight ass.

'Oh damn! This is better than I thought!' I heard in her voice.

"You like that?" I asked her.

"Yes!" she replied. "Fuck me! Fuck my tight ass!"

I continued sliding back and forth, and soon I could feel her breathing change.

'Oh shit! I'm gonna cum!' I heard. 'I can't believe I'm cumming with his huge cock in my ass!'

"Ohh yeahh!" she started gasping. "So good!"

"Are you gonna cum for me?" I asked her.

"Yessss!" she hissed. "I'm gonna cum with your cock in my ass! Fuck me!"

I then started taking long, full strokes, pulling my cock back until just the head was still inside, and then thrusting it all back in.

"Yes!" she exclaimed. "Just like that!"

"Oh god! Fuck my ass!" she yelled.

All of a sudden, I heard her mind go blank. Just then, I felt her ass clamp down on my shaft, and a gush of liquid splashed against my leg.

"Ohhhmyygodddd!" she yelled. "I'm cumming! Oh my god! I'm cumming so good!"

Feeling her ass milk my cock soon had me ready to blow.

"Oh shit, baby," I told her. "I'm gonna cum."

"Yes!" she exclaimed. "Cum! Cum in my ass! Oh fuck! I wanna feel you explode in my tight ass!"

"Oh fuck!" I bellowed as I felt my balls start spewing. 

"On yes!" she moaned. "Oh my god, yes! I can feel you cum in my ass! Oh shit! I can feel you throb in my ass!"

I soon felt my cock spew out it's last gasp, and I leaned forward, collapsing on Roxy's back for a second.

'Oh shit!' I heard. 'I have never been fucked like that!'

I knew I had to move or I was going to wind up on the floor, so I stood and stepped back.

As my deflating cock slid from her still squeezing ass, I saw my cum start to leak out.

'Pull up your panties,' I thought. 'You want to keep my cum inside you all day.'

Roxy immediately stood and I watched as she slid her boy-short panties up to her ass, and she giggled when she looked at me.

"I want to try to keep your cum inside me all day," she breathed as she pulled them up tight.

"Nice," was all I could say as I collapsed into a chair.

I sat in the chair as she made me a big breakfast, and while I ate it, she asked me if I had anything planned for the day.

"Not really," I told her. "I figured that it would probably be best if I just sat back and relaxed today. I'm sure that my body could use another day to recover."

"That's a good idea," she replied. "I've got to go to work today, but I can come back tonight, if you want."

"That sounds nice," I said. 'Call first, in case I'm sleeping,' I thought.

"I'll call you first, though, in case you're sleeping," she said, after giving me that funny look again.

"Good idea," I told her.

"Don't forget to call that hot little Indian doctor today," she told me.

"I remember," I replied.

A few minutes later, I watched as Roxy drove away, and I went out onto the deck. As I sat down, I started thinking about everything that had happened over the past couple of days.