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Mind Fuck

By: Zeb



by Zebulon

The true erotic pleasure of using mind control to fuck someone lies in fucking with their mind. It took me years to figure this out.

I was twelve when my powers first started to develop but I was too timid to use them. My earliest experiment was to get a lady in a grocery story to pick out the exact tomato I was looking at. Later I got a man in a diner to drop his fork and then spill his drink. For a while I thought I might be nuts. It took me over a year to convince myself I really had the power to control others. It took me much longer to try anything interesting.

I was a senior in high school and still hadn't thought about using my powers for sex. Well, actually I thought about it all the time. I just hadn't worked up the nerve. Then one day, I was in the library when realized I was alone with one of the prettiest girls in the school. I can still see her fuzzy sweater and pouting lips. I concentrated a bit and made her fall deeply asleep. Then I nervously walked over and felt her up under that sexy sweater for half a minute. I was flushed with triumph as I scooted out of the building and woke her again. Such was my sex life at the time. I was such a nerd.

Things got better in college, but not much. I started out where I had left off in high school. I went through a phase of having sex with sleeping girls in their dorms. By the time I graduated, I was having zombie-like dates with girls who did everything I desired of them and then remembered nothing. But these robot-like encounters were not very satisfying. There is an essence to sex which involves a girl's conscious participation. Without it, sex is just masturbation.

During college, I also had a couple of real dates with real girls. I mean, dates with girls whose minds I wasn't controlling. And these were much better than the mind control sex. So while I liked the idea of using my powers to get sex, I didn't know how to get what I really wanted.

Money was obviously no problem, so after college I concentrated full time on honing my powers and trying to figure out how to make them work for me. Within a few years I found that I could feel the emotions others were experiencing. Soon after I began to read thoughts. I can now read them with a fair degree of accuracy. It took me a few years to really develop these higher level abilities and it took almost that long to figure out how to make best use of my gift. But learn I finally did. The breakthrough came in L.A.

I'd invited myself to a big party being thrown by a producer. It was being held in a huge mansion up in the Hollywood Hills. There must have been a couple hundred party goers and some of the most beautiful and talented women I'd ever seen. I'd spent hours wandering around, meeting, eating, drinking, and making merry. I was also checking out the talent. This was like a sexual smorgasbord. There was everything here. Beauty, intelligence, sensuality, dominance, submissiveness, lust, and kinkiness of all kinds. You name it; it was there. So many possibilities. So many combinations. I'd been busy using my powers to make money for about a week and hadn't bothered with sex. So I was randy as hell and wanted this night's entertainment to be exceptional. That's why I was taking my time.

And that was the key to my discovering the secret of great Mind Control sex. I could have anything I wanted. What did I want? Instead of trying to conjure something out of my own imagination, I was reading the thoughts of some of those wild sex-pots and getting ideas based on their lusts and needs.

I kept coming back to this one delightful little brunette. Well, not that little. Her name was Robin. She was 5' 6" and had a perfectly wonderful figure. Not too thin, not to heavy, fabulous curves, a lovely face, and an even more adorable personality. She was a 23 year old journalist wannabe working for one of the studios in their PR department. She was rather inexperienced but full of all kinds of repressed sexuality. And she was homophobic as hell. That's what gave me the idea. Robin had been badly scared by an experience she had as a college freshman. There was this powerful erotic memory of kissing a girl at a New Year's Eve party.

Since she had gone to the party without a date, Robin ended up hanging out with this other girl. Midnight came. They were both just a little drunk. And they kissed. It turned into quite some kiss. As they were breaking it off, the girl gave Robin's tit a little squeeze and an inviting look. That sobered her up quickly. She stammered something about 'happy new year,' and ran. Since then, she'd been with a number of men, but the party kiss was the most erotic sexual memory she had. She beat off to it frequently and hated herself for doing so. The idea of being a lesbian ran counter to everything she had been taught by her family and church. And I was pretty sure she really wasn't gay. She might have been Bi. But I think she was far more hetero than anything else. She'd just gotten caught up in a strange moment and couldn't get it out of her head.

Yet there was something about Robin's feelings and vulnerabilities kept by libido boiling. Something in my mind was nagging at me because of some other party-goer I'd sniffed out earlier. Now who was it? There were so many. I kept Robin on the hook while I mulled it over and suddenly I remembered. Heather. That's right. Now where had she gotten off to? Heather was a true lesbian. Definitely. And a kinky one at that. She had been in a long- term BDSM relationship with another girl but that had ended a few weeks before. Heather had been a 24/7 submissive but was secretly curious about playing the Dom. She had asked her girlfriend to switch for a day and been severely punished for it. That's what led to the break-up. And that also gave me one hell of an idea.

Heather had a rich head of auburn hair. As a submissive she'd kept it long. But now she was wearing it shoulder- length. She'd come dressed in a flamboyant kimono. She was a couple of years older than Robin. She was also a couple of inches taller and was wearing heels to boot.

The two girls had a very similar body type. Truth be known, both were stunning. Heather had sharper features and, while quite attractive, she didn't have the classic Greek or Roman beauty of Robin. But Heather's face was more interesting. I loved the combination.

So I made a couple of innocent suggestions which got the two girls in the same room at the same time and gave them a careful twice-over. Perfect. But here is where the angel of good sense landed on my shoulder and made me slow down. I didn't want to rush this. I was getting so horny I couldn't stand it. But the situation was delicious. I think I was teasing myself. I wanted this to be great. So I stalled and mulled it over.

I planted a suggestion in each of them to be sure neither girl would leave. Then in a moment of inspiration I made them keenly conscious of each other. Robin found herself aware that Heather was watching her and found herself intensely attracted and repelled at the same time. Heather became aware of Robin and started thinking how wonderful it might feel to make the little bitch lick her cunt. Without any other influence on my part, both girls started getting seriously aroused. Robin's heart rate nearly doubled. Heather was already wet and very sensible of the fact. So I turned them loose to wander around the party and thought about it some more.

I had scoped out the mansion when I first arrived. There was a whole wing off-limits to the party goers with two bouncers to ensure privacy. This was perfect. From the mind of the producer, I learned there were a half dozen rooms including a huge master bedroom. But I wanted to check it out for myself, so I just walked past the guards like I didn't exist. The room was even better than I'd expected. There was a huge bed, a great chair in the corner from which to watch the show, and an attached bathroom. When I returned to the party, I made a few additional security arrangements. We would not be disturbed and no one, including the producer, would enter the closed wing until very late the next day. In fact, our host would suddenly feel an overwhelming urge to drive up to San Francisco when the party was over. I'd love to know how that one turned out.

I finished making my little arrangements and went back to find the girls. Heather was easy. She was hovering around one of the buffet tables with a distant longing expression. Robin was nowhere to be seen. Had Robin somehow gotten away? I read Heather's mind and smiled. Her distant longing was directed at one of the bathrooms where Robin was hiding out. And once I knew where she was, I could read her mind. Robin was beating off. In an instant, I was rigid with anticipation.

Robin had found herself being stalked by this mysterious intense redhead and had been so repelled that she'd gone to hide out in a bathroom. But she'd also been so turned on that, almost without realizing what she was doing, she had hiked-up her skirt and pulled down her undergarments. Then she sat on the pot and started fingering herself. If I hadn't intervened I think she would have come fairly quickly. Instead she suddenly got the overpowering feeling that someone was listening at the door. Maybe it was the redhead. She pulled herself together, cursed herself for being stupid, checked her make-up, and left the bathroom.

Heather brightened at her reappearance. It took a moment for Robin to find her in the crowd and shuddered inwardly when she finally did. I was as ready as I've ever been. This was going to be great. It was show time.

          *  *  *  *  *

Who was that strange woman in the oriental dress and why was she following me? Why I was so aware of her? Why was I having all these weird thoughts and feelings. Why I didn't I leave? Why was I getting so hot?

I'd jumped at the chance to come to the party. Here was a real opportunity to do some serious networking. I thought I might even arrange a freelance writing project if I could make a good enough impression on someone worth interviewing. I was dressed in my casual-professional-sexy outfit and was wearing my best 'dumb-blond' personality. I knew men find me attractive and I don't mind using that to my advantage. If I could get an interview because some bigwig thinks I'm cute, that was OK with me.

And everything was going great. I'd actually talked to a couple of very important names. One of them had even given me a card and told me to call his people. Then I just zoned out. It must have been the punch bowl. I remember I was looking at the punch bowl and it reminded me of Laura and the New Year's party. I'd been soooo drunk that night. No matter how I try, I can't seem to lose the memory. She had such soft lips. And when I close my eyes, I can still smell her perfume and feel her fingers . . . 

Well, anyway, that was the end of the party for me. I couldn't get Laura out of my head. The next thing I knew some strange woman was staring at me and following me around. What did she want? Was she trying to hit on me? Why was I getting so aroused thinking about her? God, I can't believe what I was doing in the bathroom. I've never ever done that before. But I was so turned on.

And then I lost track of her. When I came out I remember looking around and wondering, 'where are you?' Then I spotted her by the punch bowl.

She must have been waiting for me. She was looking straight at me and smiling like she knew what I had been doing. I zoned out for a second time and lost track of her again. When I came back to myself I scanned the room for a few wild moments. Then I felt a hand on my shoulder. An electric charge raced down my spine and I swear it settled in my clitoris. I must have flinched like crazy. It's a good thing I wasn't holding a drink. I froze. I could feel her warm breath on my ear.

"Come with me," she said. Her voice soft, gentle, and commanding. Her hand slipped off my shoulder and gently raked down my back as it dropped. For a moment, I didn't move. Then I turned and saw her walking off. If ever there was a time to run and hide, this was it.

But I found myself following. I had started walking after her before I even realized I was doing so. And my panties were damp. I could feel them cling as I moved. What the hell was happening to me?

The woman walked into a dimly lit hallway between two very brawny men who seemed to be security. They ignored her completely. As I walked up, I expected to be stopped. But they ignored me too. It was like I was invisible. I looked back after I was well past. Neither of them had even moved. When I turned back into the hall the mysterious woman was gone. This would have been a perfect time to scoot.

I started to tremble as I began to inch my way down the strange hall. It was kind of dark but that wasn't why I was moving so slowly. I was scared and I was horny. I couldn't believe how horny. There was something about that woman something about her eyes. I wanted to scream, but I just kept moving. There were lots of doors, but none of them seemed right. And still no sign of her. By now the party noises had faded away. The house must have been well insulated and the party was losing steam.

After an agonizing time creeping along in the semi-dark I came to the end of the hall. The door on the right was open, but somehow I knew the closed door on the left was the correct one. I stood in front of it and waited. I couldn't bring myself to move. I was trembling so much I could actually see my hand shaking in the dim light. I finally got ready to knock when I felt her hand on my shoulder again. This time, she had gripped me with some force. I froze. I'd almost peed myself.

"Well, little darling," she said, and pulled me around to face her. "Well, well, well." She was looking at me like she owned me and smiling in a way that sent more shivers down my spine. "Very nice," she almost whispered, "very nice, indeed." She looked me over slowly from head to toe. "Turn around." And to my amazement I did. I turned in a slow full circle so she could get a good look at me.

The strange woman smiled and then removed a thin sash from around the waist of her oriental dress. She reached up and draped it around my neck and then grabbed the lose ends together just where my breasts met. "Come," she said with another wicked smile.

Then she moved past me, opened the door, and entered, pulling me along with her. I felt like a dog on a leash.

I was so focused on my weird situation and on the woman who was leading me that I hardly noticed the room. I remember that it was very big and there was a huge bed. The woman pulled me to the foot of the bed and then turned to face me.

She didn't let go of the sash, but reached up her other hand and started stroking the side of my face. It felt unbelievably nice. Why? I could feel myself getting even damper. I really had to get out of there, but I couldn't seem to move. I tried to say something, but all I could do was to form the word, 'please' with my lips. No sound came out. The woman leaned forward and kissed me. Her lips were so soft and gentle. My eyes seemed to close of their own accord. 'Oh, Laura.' For a few moments it was just her lips, then I felt the tip of her tongue.

I wanted to scream. I was so hot. I finally got my hands to move and brought them up in a half-hearted attempt to push her face away from mine. She used her free hand to brush mine away. The whole time she hadn't released the sash and she hadn't stopped kissing me. And then I realized that she had been unbuttoning my blouse because once she had swatted my hands away, she went back to the last few buttons.

This realization gave me some added strength. I reached up with both hands and grabbed hers. She broke off the kiss. "Please, . . ." I finally was able to get out.

Her face darkened. "Please, what?" she said in a very commanding voice. 

"Please, . . ." That's about all I could get out.

She let go of the sash, pulled her hand free from mine, and grasped my breasts with considerable strength. It was almost painful.

She used my breasts like handles and shook me as she repeated, "please, what?"

I couldn't speak. Couldn't move. Couldn't breath.

"I know what you want, bitch," she said with some force. "So don't fuck with me." Then she released my breasts and quickly finished unbuttoning my blouse and undoing my bra. She pulled both off of me and let them drop to the floor. My nipples were hard. Her sash was still hung around my neck and the feel of the silky fabric against my skin was maddeningly erotic.

And still I hadn't said anything or made any real move to stop her or to run away. I was more excited than I can ever remember. I couldn't believe how wet I'd gotten. If almost felt like I had actually peed a little even though I knew I hadn't.

For a long moment neither of us moved. Then the woman leaned forward, kissed one of my nipples, licked it a bit, and then and rubbed her cheek against it almost to dry it off.

I made one last effort to assert my will. I reached up to pull try to pull her face away. It wasn't a very good effort. But it was too much interference for her. She broke off her attentions to my breast, spun me around, grabbed my waist and pulled me back toward the bed. Then she pulled the sash off of my neck. I heard the bed groan as she sat. She used the sash to tie my wrists together behind my back. I did nothing to stop her.

I could feel my heart thumping. When she was finished, I heard her 'humpf' as if she were inspecting her handiwork. I felt her unbutton and unzip my skirt. It fell to the floor around my ankles. She spun me back around, grabbed the waistband of my pantyhose and panties and looked up into my eyes.

"You like being controlled, don't you?"

I wanted to say 'no.' My lips were moving but nothing came out. And I knew the flush on my face and heavy breathing was giving me away.

"You like this, don't you?" she asked again.

And again I said nothing. Tears were forming in my eyes. I looked straight ahead and tried not to think about what was happening.

The woman reached around with her free hand and clenched one of my rear cheeks. Her touch was almost gentle. She pulled me in more closely to her and then tugged my panties and hose down around my thighs. There was nothing I could do. I felt her hand move to my crotch. Her fingers sank into the warm, wet folds of flesh. I felt a flash of raw lust come over me. My legs were trembling. I found my feet had moved further apart to make it easier for her. When had I done that? I was more ashamed than I had ever been before and more turned on as well. Was this the real me?

I looked down and the woman was still looking up at me.

"What's your name, Sweetpuss," she asked.

"R. . . ., R . . ., Robin," I finally managed to say in a very small voice.

"Well, Er-Er-Robin, I think you like this very much." There was a smugness in her expression. "Don't you?"

I didn't say anything, but I'm sure my expression gave me away.

"Don't you?" she asked again. This time more sternly.

And again, all I could do is to look mutely back at her.

She suddenly looked very severe and pulled me quickly down across her lap. She slapped me very hard on my naked behind. It hurt. I tried to cover myself with my hands before she hit me again.

"Don't do that." I heard her rasp. "Don't do that!" she almost yelled. "You get your hands out of there right now!" With tears in my eyes, I pulled my hands up to the small of my back.

For a long moment nothing happened. Then she spanked me again with three more hard slaps.

I was blubbering like a baby when she pushed me off of her lap and I landed on the rug at her feet.

She only let me lay there crying for a few seconds. "Get up," she said. "Get up NOW!"

It wasn't easy with my hands still tied and with the pain in my rear. I must have looked very clumsy. But I got up and stood a few feet away, facing her.


Mind Fuck



By the time Jared was six years old, his parents knew he had a unique ability. At first, they were worried that he would turn into some sort of idiot savant, much like the character Dustin Hoffman portrayed in the movie 'Rain Man'. 

Early on, they had taken him in to be examined by several Doctors. Jared had remained quiet, shy and aloof, giving some credence to that prognosis and assumption. Yet, as time passed, and as Jared grew, he proved everyone wrong. He was intelligent enough to have seen and taken the wisest choice possible to keep himself from being treated as some sort of freak, a human Guinea Pig for scientists to pick a part and examine.

After all, Jared had the unique ability to read minds.

It wasn't as though he could read everyone's mind, or worse, be bombarded with multiple conversations taking place whenever he went to the grocery store with his mother. It didn't really work like that. It was more like tuning in to a station on the radio. Sometimes Jared would hear something inside his head, crisp, clear and distinct. Within seconds he could pinpoint where the thoughts were coming from. Other times, he would get what seemed like a faint buzzing in his ear. If he was curious about it, Jared could 'tune' the buzzing he was hearing until the thoughts came to him just as clearly as those times he seemingly stumbled into them. He had tried on numerous occasions to 'dial' into the thoughts of his parents or friends. But there again, he was never successful in being able to do that. It just happened. But whenever it did, as long as he held onto that channel or frequency as he came to think of it, he could clearly hear whatever that person was thinking as though they were actually speaking directly to him.

He'd been lucky as well as wise with his physicians. Even at an early age, Jared learned to keep much of what he could do to himself, no matter how tempted he had been to try and exploit it, or show it off as some kind of magical trick to amuse his friends with. By the time he had reached his teenage years, he had seemingly lost the ability to be able to read anyone's mind, though his family had come to think of it as more intuitional rather than anything paranormal. Which is exactly what he wanted them to think of course. Even when he had known their intentions, things he could have easily sidestepped, Jared often marched boldly on as though knowing nothing of what their plans were for him. Particularly in chores that he found distasteful, which he could have easily pawned off onto his older sister, or younger brother. 

The hardest thing for Jared to overcome was temptation. Throughout high school, he could have on numerous occasions used his gift, his ability to make school that much easier. But he was smart enough to know, that there was always a suspicion, always the nagging wonder if he was doing that. And as such, Jared had to be extremely careful about what he did with whatever information he heard or learned from. For the most part, it became simply another tool to help him learn. But if he benefited unfairly by the use of specific thoughts he happened to overhear, he would most often in those cases purposely sabotage that advantage, especially with regards to any tests he was required to take.

Jared was intelligent enough that he needed to appear average, even if he knew he was anything but.

By the time he had graduated high school, ranked well within the normalcy of most of his class, he began to re-think his position regarding his ability. After all, he did want to be successful without appearing as though he were overly so. But even more importantly, though he wasn't interested in settling down or getting married, he certainly was interested in meeting women that would like him for who he was, and not for what he was.

He had dated little if hardly at all. Most of the girls he had been with or taken out, thought of the silliest, or most stupid things whenever they were with him. If anything, it was an emotional, mental turn off. Far more mature at his age than most, even the girls who were supposedly more mature turned out to be nothing more than mental fluffs of candy-cane thoughts that dissipated into insignificance as far as Jared was concerned. And as such, he formed few if any real significant relationships with anyone.

Jared was reasonably handsome. Though even in this he had often downplayed his more striking features. He had a full head of thick dark auburn hair, emerald green eyes, and at just under six foot, kept himself physically fit enough that he could boast of a tight 'six-pack' stomach though it was a rarity that anyone ever saw him in this fashion.

Initially his intention had been to attend college. Like any kid however, his newfound freedom in being legally of age and out of his parent's direct control, caused him to put that future goal temporarily on hold. Jared decided he wanted to travel a bit, see the world...have some fun.

He soon moved out of his parents home, located a cozy, yet affordable apartment and began working as a waiter at a small outdoor café where the food was good and the tips made working there certainly worth his while.

He had just finished seating three very attractive women, all as he guessed to be in their late twenties or early thirties when he picked up on one of the woman's thoughts. Patiently waiting to take their drink orders, he stood by as they casually glanced over the wine and liquor menu. He had asked each of them if there was anything in particular that they liked, or that he could get them. Having said that, a millisecond later he heard the tall good-looking brunettes thoughts as he stood beside her, and while she continued to look intently at menu, not even glancing in his direction.

"What I'd like, is for you to bury your face inside my pussy," she'd thought, much to Jared's secret delight as he stood there tuned directly into her thoughts. "Or maybe, follow me into the bathroom and fuck my brains out while waiting for our lunch to arrive," she added to herself smiling at him almost smugly.

"I'd like a gin martini for starts, then a nice Caesar Salad," the brunette told him, handing over her menu a moment later. 

Jared reached for, taking the menu from her, but doing so in such a way that his hand lightly touched hers in the taking. He smiled at her disarmingly so, having practiced that particular look in front of the mirror on more than one occasion. The brunette smiled back, almost blushing at him when she did.

"Oh if you only knew what I was thinking," she told him still smiling. 

Jared took the rest of everyone's orders, no other thoughts coming to him except for those of the brunette. And as he had learned so long ago, once he was tuned into her particular frequency, he could hear everything she was thinking. Only distance, or purposely tuning her out would eventually break that connection.

"Could you tell me where the restrooms are?" she asked.

"Follow me," Jared replied courteously, going so far as to stand behind her taking her chair as she stood excusing herself to her friends.

"I'll be right back," she said with a wink smiling at them.

As though they were somehow reading her mind, one of the other women quipped almost suggestively, "I'd be careful if I were you Jared," she began, having obviously noticed the name badge he was wearing. "It's her Birthday, and if we know Janice, she just might be making a birthday wish with your name on one of the candles if you know what I mean."

Everyone had a good laugh over that while Janice, as he now knew her to be, stood up 'pooh-poohing' the girlish tease from her friends.

"Debra, you're so horrible!" she exclaimed with an accusatory remark. 

But Jared noticed she was smiling even more broadly as she finally stood up and began to follow him through the restaurant back to where the restrooms were located.

As they entered the interior of the café, Jared spotted Jenny one of the other waitresses. As they were a close-nit little group, everyone got along very well, so it was no real concern when he stopped briefly by Jenny on his way back towards the bathrooms.

"Hey Jenny, do me a favor?" he asked.

"Sure Jared," she said with a wide-open smile.

"Would you mind turning in this lunch order for me? And then take their drinks out to them? I'm gonna take my ten minute break now," he told her quickly, and in doing so, letting Janice know as he did that he was suddenly 'available' though she wasn't aware of his true intentions yet of course.

"This way," Jared said turning back towards her.

He could sense her confusion, though the words spoken inside her head were nearly as incoherent as the jumble of emotions and thoughts he was hearing from her as she continued to follow him. Finally reaching the short darkened hallway, Jared pointed towards the rear where two small one-person restrooms sat, one his, one hers. 

"Down there," he stood indicating with a wink and a nod.

He was sure she expected him to turn and walk away. Instead, as she headed down the short hallway, Jared followed. She looked briefly over her shoulder towards him, curious, not quite alarmed.

"I'm taking a ten minute break," he assured her, telling her something she'd already heard moments ago. "We have an employee lounge just around the corner," Jared added. "But don't worry, I'll be back in time to serve your lunch to you myself."

Jared actually heard a mental laugh from her upon saying that. "Damn, and here I was hoping that you'd actually follow me inside," she responded to herself.

Jared had learned a very long time ago that there really was a big difference when someone entertained serious thoughts, or when they were merely flights of fancy. It had a lot to do with the tone of thought, just as much as a person's verbalized tone of voice. Same held true for ones thinking. And as far as he was concerned, Janice had been thinking more seriously than merely fantasizing her wishes or desires. True, he was taking a bit of a risk here to be sure, but he was also confident enough in his abilities to know when someone was serious enough in their thoughts as opposed to thinking silly. Janice wasn't. She really did want him, and he certainly wanted her.

Jared knew she'd expected him to turn. As she put her hand on the door pushing it in, he followed. She was so surprised, that her momentum carried her in even further than she realized, allowing Jared to slip in quickly behind her closing the door. She could have screamed, yelled...cried out in alarm. She didn't, but he was also aware that he could easily lose control of the situation any moment now.

"What are you doing?" she asked worriedly.

He had to act fast. "I saw it in your eyes," he told her.

"Saw what in my eyes?" she said backing away from him, actual fear starting to take hold of her now.

"That you wanted me to fuck you, as badly as I want to fuck you," he said boldly. "If I'm wrong, just say so and I'll leave right now. Lunch, drinks...everything will be on me. But If I'm right, and I think I am, then consider this as the best damn birthday you've ever had!"

She continued to stand there staring at him. But at least she wasn't screaming.

"Come on Janice, we only have ten minutes before either one of us will be missed, if you really do want this as badly as I do, say so...or I'll turn around and leave right now. So, which is it?"

He knew the answer before she even spoke the words.

"Lock the door," she said with a lust-filled gleam in her eyes.

Jared reached around behind him doing just that as she began hiking up the short black skirt she'd been wearing.

"Turn around, face the wall!" he said authoritatively.

She did. Moving behind her, he placed his leg between hers, spreading them. Once she had, Jared reached up yanking down her pantyhose as well as the black bikini briefs she was also wearing. Seconds later she stepped out of both having also kicked off her shoes. Unzipping, he reached inside withdrawing his hard swollen member, laying it against her backside so that she could feel the firmness of it resting against her near-perfect heart shaped ass. Lifting her blouse up and away from her skirt, she quickly unbuttoned it while Jared reached beneath flipping her bra up and over her breasts until each one filled his hands.

"Oh God fuck me!" she thought.

"I'm going to," he responded, answering her unspoken words, though she was too delirious with desire to have noticed.

She was wet. Really wet. But then he knew that she would be. Standing a short distance away from the wall, Janice bent over, leaning against it as he slid his angry swollen cock inside her in one quick powerful thrust.

"Oh God! Oh God! Yes...Yes! Fuck me Jared! Fuck me!" she begged excitedly.

And so he did.

It was probably a damn good thing no one else came down the hallway to use the restroom. If they had, they would have heard the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, loud, hard and repeatedly. Thrusting his prick inside that sloppy slick pussy, Janice was moaning and groaning loud enough that he actually began to worry someone might eventually hear them. As he began to twist her hard erect nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, she leaned over biting into her arm so as to muffle the sound of her orgasm as Jared felt it unleash, sending a torrent of additional female nectar bathing his still rapidly fucking prick into her from behind.

Upon hearing her pleasure, Jared allowed his own climax to quickly join with hers. Spurting ribbon after ribbon of gooey hot sperm inside her quim, he waited until she was completely satiated, only then turning to face him thus forcing his prick to quickly withdraw.

Though certainly no virgin, this less than five minute fuck had been one of the most intense most interesting encounters he'd ever had. 

"No one's going to believe this!" Janice said as she began buttoning up her blouse once again. 

Jared finished fixing himself, and then bent down to retrieve the brunettes discarded panties and panty hose.

"Well, there is ONE way," he grinned mischievously. 

Sticking her black lace panties into his front pocket, he allowed one portion of them to peek out at the corner. Janice burst out laughing as she slipped her panty hose back on, checking herself in the mirror one last time to ensure she still looked somewhat presentable. Jared laughed when she seemed more than satisfied and happy with her hair being slightly disheveled.

"Let me check the hallway," he told her listening for a moment at the door before opening it to peek out. "The coast is clear, head back to your table and I'll see to your lunches."

Jared watched as she quickly made her way out back to her table before following at a discrete distance. Making his way over to the window where Al, their short order chef placed all the completed dishes, he watched as Al just finished serving them up. At that moment he saw Jenny as she came over to check on one of hers too. She looked at him giving him a brief smile. When she did, he heard that familiar buzzing sound, somewhat surprised, as he hadn't often picked up on Jenny's thoughts, tuning in.

"I know what you were doing back there Jared," she thought to herself. "So why is it you never come on to me?" she stood wondering as she waited patiently for her tables orders.

Jared turned back towards her. "Thanks for covering my table Jenny, I really appreciate it."

"Oh, no problem honey," she remarked. Jenny was always calling everyone honey, but for some reason, she seemed to put a little more emphasis on the word this time as she spoke to him.

"You know, I'd really enjoy taking you out some place fun one evening, if you're ever interested," Jared added.

He was pleased by the expression on her face. He'd caught her off guard for one thing, vulnerable in her not so secret thoughts.

"I'd really enjoy getting to know you better," he added.

Jenny's face split into an excited look even as she thought briefly to herself before answering. "Only if you promise to do to me what you were doing to that slut in the bathroom!"

"Well? How bout it Jen?" Jared pressed, using the more affectionate nickname she normally went by.

"Well, if you really are interested, I'm off Friday night."

"I have to work, but I have the early afternoon shift, so I could be there around 7:00, maybe 7:30? How's that sound?"

"Sounds good to me!" Jenny giggled back.

"Ok you two. If we're all done playing kissy-kissy here, we have customers waiting!" Al shot through the open window at them.

Jared placed the orders on his tray quickly running them out to the three women, one of which he knew was sitting there with her cunt full of his cock-juice.

Once he'd placed their respective lunches and asked if there was anything else anyone needed, he made his way over to another table where two new customers had just been seated. With his back turned, he focused his attention on what the three women were saying. Though he wasn't reading anyone's mind at the moment, he had also learned to enhance his ability to listen, even to the quietest of conversations short of an ear-to-ear whisper.

"You did not!" Jared heard one of the women saying as she spoke to Janice. 

"No really Cindy, we did. He just followed me inside the bathroom, and the next thing I knew, he had his cock inside me and was fucking me silly!"

"Yeah...right," Debra spoke joining in. "You weren't gone that long!"

"I'm telling you...we did! We really, really did!"

Jared finished taking his new customers orders, reached down and pulled Janice's panties from out of his pocket. Wading them up into a tight little ball, he concealed them inside of his hand. Making his way back to their table, he pressed himself between Janice and the woman he now knew to be Cindy.

"By the way," Jared whispered conspiratorially leaning over. "You forgot these!"

He placed the small wadded up pair of panties into her hand, smiling wickedly at each one of the women in turn.

"Anyone else have a birthday coming up soon?" he questioned. Both Debra and Cindy sat there with their mouths agape as Janice grinned at him appreciatively.

"Thank you Jared," she said seductively. "I'll make sure I leave you a really nice tip too!"

"You already did baby," Jared said turning and walking away. Hearing as he did Debra's sudden thoughts.

"Well that fucking sucks!" she told herself. "How come Janice gets all the lucky breaks anyway?"

A short while later, Jared brought out fresh drinks, "On the house!" he said telling them. Along with each, he had scribbled down his phone number on a small napkin. 

"Just in case anyone else is interested in a little naughty fun," he hinted with a leer. "Feel free to call me."

Even as they left, he could hear both Debra as well as Janice thinking nearly the same thing. The way things were going, Jared was going to have a very busy weekend, which he was excitedly looking forward to.

There wasn't much else that caught his attention in an exciting way except for a brief quick moment when he spotted Jenny standing around the side of the café enjoying a cigarette on her break. It was busy, so he couldn't afford a lot of time to stand there, tuning into her thoughts, but what he did get was bits and pieces of some sort of fantasy she was currently enjoying, much of which involved his fucking her ass. Jared grinned, turned and went back to finish waiting on his tables, looking more than forward to his upcoming Friday night date.

Jared stopped by the grocery store on his way home. He wanted to fix a romantic little dinner for Jenny on Friday, culminating in what he hoped would be a wildly erotic evening of ass-fucking her. As he made his way over to the produce department, he picked up on that familiar little buzzing sound and decided to check it out. Especially when he spotted an attractive looking woman who he guessed was in her late forties to early fifties. She was currently browsing through the cucumbers having picked up several, looking them over as she did.




Mind Fuck



Today marks our third date and so far I'm loving every bit of Alex. He is a nice caramel complected man with deep waves that made you motion sick. And has an aura about him that would make any female melt into his arms. Ever since he fell into my atmosphere I've had this new glowing feeling about life. He has been the perfect gentlemen and we have yet taken it to the level of consummation. Most men would have tried to get this kitty rather subliminally or bold. But this fellow is of a different breed. He is his own kind of man. 

We arrive at my home to come back and watch movies. An hour goes by and neither of us has taken our eyes off of each other. The TV at this point is just serving as background noise and the one really doing all the watching. As we get into more thought-provoking conversations I begin to smile profusely from ear to ear. It is not often that I can find a man to play a game of mind chess with. Alex took my hand into his and used it as his tool to learn all about me. He looked at my left palm and traced my brown lines. Going further to let me know what each line stood for. All I could do was smile even more and admit to him that I was at a loss for words. 

He looked at me deep into my eyes, as if behind my pupil and iris lied the key to my soul. "Baby you wouldn't believe how much I know about you just by off of what you don't say. By being at a loss of words shows that you probably feel like no man has ever gotten to know the inner you deep below the surface. Many men think but they don't really know."

"You hit it right on the nail!" Give this man an award I thought to myself. And then he leaned over and began tantalizing my ears with his words. 

"Baby see the difference between me and those little boys who call themselves men is that I actually worship females and understand their place on our Earth as beautiful Angelic creatures. And by this I mean females are God's greatest creation and gift to the world. I have so much love for females that I actually take the time to figure them out and learn all their mannerisms. How can I ever truly love a female without grasping all of her fears... insecurities... fantasies... every single fiber of her natural being. I am indebted to learning all about our Queens. Because without a woman I wouldn't be here nor would any other man that stand before you today. Every great thing that man has done would have never existed had it not been for the loving, nurturing, strong spirit of a woman. "

His soft words felt reassuring in my ears that if they could be wet they'd be leaking on his lips.

"But not only do I strive to figure out the inner plasma of you Goddesses, I also take my time with them physically. When you have a precious jewel you must treat it like such. You must be gentle and supple so not to break it but also firm and loving to know it will be handled with extravagant care and respect. I am here to serve you like a Guardian Angel was sent to protect you."

The heat erupting from his lips and power of his words touched the outer layer of my soul in a breathtaking feat. 

"See I believe in fairytales and I believe God put me here to be your Prince Charming. I am here to rescue you from all of your past heartbreaks and to set your heart free so you can really live like the Queen you are. You deserve to be pampered and nurtured. I f you don't feel like I'm your knight in shining armor at the end of every day then my dear I'm not fully doing my job. I want to cater to every last want and need that crosses your mind and heart. I'm the type of man that when you come home from work I'll already have dinner set on the table with two dozen roses, one for each year that you have blessed this Earth. Then afterwards I'll give you a foot massage and let you tell me about your day. I'd then fix you an aromatherapy bath filled with purple flower petals because I know that's your favorite color. Smooth R&B would be playing in the near room. After I gave you a complete rub down I would carry you from the tub to the bed soaking wet and warm my baby up. I would indulge in your sweet factory all night and make sure to relieve tension in every part of your aching body. "

Alex had my pussy screaming his name in a moment that felt gradual and ever so sensual. The longer he whispered in my ear the more I could begin to feel every word that entered my body. Every word he said hit me like a stroke in my jewel down under. I lost all control of myself when he started speaking as if he was my Knight in shining armor. In an instance I felt a flood of wetness gathering up in my thong. My legs tensed up and I thought I was built up secretions from all the mental journeys he took me too but I had never been so wet. 

"I am all the man you'll ever need." He tugged slightly on my ear lobe with his soft juicy lips as he took deep breaths inside my canal. He faintly tongue kissed my ear and let out a subtle moan. I let my body do all the talking to his art and my orgasm carried me all the way to the floor. 

And who was there to catch me when I fell... my Knight in Shining Armor!



Mind Fuck Ch. 01



They were someone else's fingers weren't they? They weren't my own, were they? Surely my own touch couldn't be that stimulating, could it? Even half asleep in bed, having beautifully erotic dreams, I couldn't imagine that the light caresses on my breasts were by me? Was I dreaming or was it really happening?

As my mind caught up with my body and both emerged from the deep sleep, so I remembered where I was and I answered my own questions.

The hand on my full breasts was Guy's. I was lying on my left side. I was in his bed in Cambridge University. It had firstly stroked and caressed me, then cupped it and finally it had gently squeezed the pliant flesh. The fingers had found my nipple and pinched that, nicely, just right, not too much pressure, but enough to encourage the pink, puckered protuberance to stand up and send wonderful tingles through my body. The other hand was pushing at where my left side sunk into the amazingly comfortable, but totally impractical yet wonderfully evocative, feather mattress that Guy had inherited from his grandmother. It was fiddling its way between that and the left side of my body. I knew exactly what it wanted to do. I lifted up a little and felt a little shiver go through me as it wiggled through the gap and found my other breast. It repeated all the actions of the other hand. 'Mmmmmm wonderful,' I thought and felt. 

But there was more, much more, there had to be. After all when you are in bed with a man and both of you are naked and it is the morning after a night of wonderful sex, there's bound to be more isn't there? I felt his chest against my back. I felt him lifting my slightly longer than shoulder length, chestnut coloured, unruly wavy hair away from my neck. I felt him kissing and licking my neck and I felt my goose pimples erupt, it sent shivers through me, it was lovely. 

Most significantly of all, though, I felt his erection. I felt it against me, I felt it hard, long and hot. I felt it snuggled between the cheeks of my bottom and poking out the top of the crease. I felt it move, I felt him slightly thrusting it almost in time with the squeezing, pinching and caressing of my breasts and the kissing and licking of my neck. I felt him moving it, pulling it away, moving downwards a little and then fumbling it between my legs; I opened my thighs by lifting my right leg. One of his hands slid down my body and the fingers easily found my clit. He rubbed it, I grunted. I felt the bulbous end of his erection enquiring at the lips of my pussy. He pushed and I grunted again.

Then Guy fucked me from behind; it was absolutely wonderful.

*

It's so nice to have a boy friend again after such a long time; over three years to be precise. During that time, I have, been totally celibate, by choice, for almost a year, nearly sexually inactive and, as actors say just 'resting;' I have also had, shorter periods, of frequent activity.

I hadn't thought I would get involved with anyone until my daughter had left home for university, two more years yet. Following my divorce after thirteen years of marriage, I had vowed not involve her with a series of 'uncles.' Alright I did have a slightly mad period when the divorce was made final and I had rather more men in a two year period than I care to remember, but that was ages ago. I've reformed and for the past three years my only real sex has been with a couple of old flames. Being in similar situations, we have the occasional fuck simply for old time sake!

Things change though. Three of Sara, my daughter's, friends and her had asked if they could go on a three month crammer course for their A levels. That was residential, although being close by it meant I could see her often, but she stayed most nights at the college. I hated it at first, but then I met Guy.

I'm forty three and he's forty seven. I am divorced, he has never been married. He doesn't believe in it as an institution and sees it as an unnecessary restriction on man's natural desire to be polygamous. He is a professor of humanities at Cambridge University and is by some margin the brightest and most intelligent man I have ever known, certainly carnally. He is also obsessed with sex in all its forms. And on top of that he is drop dead gorgeous, with a big dick, amazing stamina and fantastic recovery powers.

*

"So you're the mysterious Amanda are you?" The, slim, medium height, just taller than me, dark haired man wearing stylish, tortoise shell framed glasses asked me.

I quipped back. "Well I am Amanda, but as to whether I am mysterious or even the mysterious Amanda, I have no idea?"

"Hmmm."

"What's that mean?" 

"We'll see," he said as a few other people joined us. 

We were at a luncheon buffet party at Pembroke College Cambridge. I had been invited by a girl friend who was a researcher. She knew I enjoyed the company of bright people for I had occasionally joked with her that the easiest way to get my knickers off was to speak Latin, know something about astro-physics, read and understand Shakespeare or be stunningly bright. As Guy and I chatted, I suspected he knew something about each of those subjects and more; metaphorically speaking, I could feel my knickers starting to slide down my legs already.

Gayle worked for the university in a research role, but also 'moonlighted' for a number of the professors, helping them with their the books they were always writing, the consultancy work most did for big business and the lucrative lecture tours they went on in such places as Australia, USA, and the Far and Middle East. 'Gravy train' stuff she called it explaining that the more active professors, such as Guy, would easily earn a quarter a million pounds a year from it; what a nice 'gravy train' I thought.  

"I knew you would like him," Gayle said as we chatted over a cup of tea in one of the rooms of the college away from the heat of the Sunday mid afternoon sun.

"He is fascinating," I replied.

"And good looking?" She offered.

"That too."

"Great hair."

"Yes."

"And nice eyes?"

"Lovely eyes," I replied the piercingly blue of them coming into my mind as I recalled the intensity of his stare as we had chatted. He had one of those looks that made you feel that you were the only person in the world as he spoke to you.

"And it goes without saying bright."

"Yes very bright," I replied adding feeling a little alarmed, "Hey what you doing?" As Gayle ran her hand over my bum in the tightish, thin silky dress.

"Just checking," she smiled "That they're still there."

I laughed. "Yes well in place."

"I thought brilliance got them off."

"I don't do one nighters with men I have just met."

"No, of course not darling," she replied with what looked like a smirk or knowing smile. "By the way are you going to come to the meeting this evening? Guy is the main speaker."

She was referring to a meeting being held in a rambling old house in Grantchester, just outside Cambridge. It was a regular get together of a humanist, free thinking group of which she and a number of other researchers who I knew were members. Although I was aware of the meeting and was thinking I might go, I hadn't checked my email and hadn't seen Guy was the main speaker. That made my decisions for me.

"I know how much you like lively debate and insightful analysis, so you should enjoy this."

"What's the topic?"

"We are never told until we arrive."

What time should it finish."

"Oh eight, half past, plenty of time for you to scoot down the M11 and be in Docklands before the witching hour.

*

"Heterosexualism is an imposition on man to restrict his natural desire for same gender sex," was how Guy began his talk. To say I was amazed was an understatement, I was totally flabbergasted. I could hardly believe that the intellectuals and academics from one of the most revered, traditional and highly acclaimed universities in the world would discuss such a topic.

"Bisexuality is the natural state, heterosexuality is a social convention, largely developed by the Roman Catholic Church," he was explaining.

Looking around I saw that the fifty or so people in the audience were listening intently to his every word, many were making notes as Guy cleverly developed his points. Most were in their forties and fifties, I guessed, but there was a smattering of older and younger. There were probably slightly, but only just, more men than females.

As he so articulately and persuasively communicated his ideas so, several times, he looked to where Gayle and I were sitting and gave me that 'you're the only person in the room' look. Each time I think I smiled and each time I could feel my knickers sliding down another inch or so! He was looking straight at me as he went on.

"There is ample evidence to indicate that most everyone would have some form of sexual activity with somebody from their own sex if there was no guilt."

I smiled encouragingly, perhaps, but more out of embarrassment as he continued.

"Although more likely to occur with women than men, due to their ingrained machismo tendencies, it is probable that within forty years or so most people, men and women, will have experienced some form of same gender sex and many will indulge regularly."

I was sure he could see me blushing as, smiling, he looked away.

"So mysterious Mandy, what brings you to our group?" Guy asked me as we having a drink after the meeting had finished. He had seemed, or so I, maybe, kidded myself, made a beeline for me when the debate ended and had asked if I would like some wine. As it happened I wasn't drinking for I had a fifty mile drive ahead of me later that evening

"So why the mysterious tag Guy?" I asked sipping a glass of water.

"Just an expression Amanda, I find it gets attention and creates interest," he replied honestly, making me smile. "No seriously, Gayle has mentioned you a couple of times when we have been er talking," he continued, rather hesitantly, making me think 'I bet he's fucked her.' I remembered that she had asked me to a few events at the university and I had mentioned that a couple of our clients had used Guy as a consultant and that my agency might be going to.

We chatted for an hour or so as people joined us, then wandered off and others came up.

"You know you two have been hogging each other all evening," Gayle said coming up and putting her arm round my shoulders. 

"No we haven't," Guy replied. "Mysterious Mandy and garrulous Guy have been holding court as others have joined us."

"Really?" Gayle said, beaming at him as his eyes bored into hers. I was sure that sent shivers through her and I was equally sure, now, that they had fucked, maybe still were.

"Anyway, you have to circulate. I need to introduce MM to some people and GG has a doting audience waiting to hear pearls of wisdom slipping from his garrulous mouth," she said smiling, slipping her arm through Guy's.

"Ok Gayle, as usual you win," he smiled flicking the long lock of blonde hair that continually flopped down over his forehead back in place. "But just before I lose Mandy, I have a request."

"What's that?"

"Could you give me a lift back into town, Megan who brought me out has gone, it's almost on your way to Docklands."

"Aren't you staying at the farm tonight?" Gayle enquired of Guy then, looking at me she added knowingly "Guy has a farm over towards Wells, it's a lovely place."

"No I have leant it to my sister and her brood it depresses me when they are they, I'm staying at the college. About half hour then Amanda?"

"Sure," I replied wondering what the hell was going on with Gayle and Guy. It was interesting though.

*

I drove him the few miles from the meeting to Corpus Christi College where he 'roomed' as they called it. As I parked the car alongside the masses of chained up bikes in the narrow cobbled road, he said authoritatively.

"You are coming in aren't you? We'll have a bite to eat."

Being a professor, one of the youngest actually, he had a suite of rooms in the college that he told me was founded in the mid thirteen hundreds. Although clean they were furnished and decorated just as I imagined the 'home' of an academic would be, untidy, casual, a little sparse, but comfortable. He called someone on the phone and within ten minutes or so an old man in a white shirt, long black apron and a black tie and trousers arrived carrying a tray covered with a cloth. There was a delicious display of cold cuts, salad and fresh fruit.

"See Mandy education does pay, free food delivered to your room on a Sunday evening. Much better than an Indian take away" 

I smiled. "I'll remind my daughter of the perks of a good education when I see her."

We ate and drank water, which he poured explaining he wouldn't drink as he knew I couldn't adding. "Unless that is you would like to stay the night."

"It's a little early to be asking me that isn't it?" I said genuinely surprised.

He smiled. "I did mean in a guest room Mandy, the college has several." He paused bfore continuing "But if you prefer, I do have a double bed."

"Oh sorry," I mumbled totally embarrassed.

"Please don't be," Guy said walking over to where I was sitting. He put his hands on the arms of the chair either side of me, leaned forward, pushed my hair away from my face, kissed my forehead and whispered "But then you don't need to stay the night do you?"

"What, I'm sorry?" I said my body temperature immediately soaring.

"You don't need to stay the night to do what we need to do, do you?" He went on, stroking my hair and kissing my head.

"I don't understand," I burbled, quite lost for words, although I fully understood what was happening. I had never been 'pulled' quite as pointedly as this before.

He put one hand on my shoulder and gripped my chin with the other. He gave me 'that stare' with his blue eyes and said.

"You do understand, you know exactly what I mean and you know full well what we are going to do, don't you?"

I felt as though I was being hypnotised, perhaps I was. I felt that I was under his control, he was directing events and me as easily as a conductor did with an orchestra. I simply stared at him.

"Well Mandy," he continued still staring at me. Taking my hands he pulled me up so I was standing facing him.

"Sorry, er, um, what Guy?" I whimpered.

He put his hands on my shoulders. I was wearing a white linen jacket over a cream and orange patterned, halter neck, silk dress.

"You have known from the moment we met just as I have that we will make love haven't you?" He said quietly his eyes boring into mine. I didn't reply; I wasn't able to. I was, as they so awfully say nowadays, simply gobsmacked!'

"Haven't you Amanda?" he went on slowly removing the jacket. I felt helpless and did nothing to stop him, momentarily wondering if somehow he'd put some form of date rape drug in the food or water, but then I was fully conscious and was aware of everything that was going on; I was just powerless to resist. He dropped my jacket on the chair in which I had been sitting.

My dress was sleeveless and had a halter neck. It had straps that tapered down from about three inches to one or so wide running from beside each of my boobs round my neck. It was joined by a patch of velcro at the back. Just above the knee in length and fairly full in the skirt, I no longer have the bum for tight, pencil skirts, it was backless to just beneath my shoulders and, as it had built in integral support, there was no unsightly straps or the need for me to wear a bra; something that with my boobs I can rarely do.

I looked at him and couldn't help thinking back to his talk at the meeting. There, he had had gone on from discussing man's natural, but mostly dormant, desire for bisexuality to talking about how we are also sexually repressed. He blamed this on society's, particular the church, who I gathered he really doesn't like very much, insistence on mixing sex with and love and morals. 'We should,' he had claimed, 'be able to have sex without guilt when and with whomever we please, as long as they agree.' As he had been saying that I felt he had been staring at me, although of course it may have been Gayle who was sitting next to me.

"Well?" He said running his hands up and down my bare arms.

"Oh Guy," was all I could rather ridiculously groan as he lent forward, took me in his arms and kissed me. At that moment he knew as well as I did, that we would make love. 

The kiss was deep and long. Our lips squirmed together, our mouths opened and our tongues found each other and duelled. Our hands ran up and down the others back, our bodies pressed hard against each other, my breasts were squashed and he pushed himself firmly into my stomach. He broke the kiss.

"I still need an answer mysterious Mandy."

"To what?" I asked as he removed his arms from round me.

"That you know we are going to make love don't you?"

I had never been put in such a strange situation before, but then I had never been with a man like Guy before; never with a man who played such mind games. The answer was simple and obvious, of course I did, but saying it was complicated and difficult. He knew that; it was as if he was reading my mind.

"It really is amazingly easy Amanda to answer you know?"

"Yes I know."

"Then do that," he said walking a few feet away from me to a round yew wood, table with drawers in it. He opened a drawer and took out a box of cigars, Davidoff I think.

"I can't," I whispered.

"Then we won't will we?" He said rolling a long cigar between the palms of both hands. "Although I am sure you do want to, don't you?" He went on cutting the end of the cigar.

"Yes," I whimpered, as he heated the end of the cigar before lighting it and puffing out a cloud of blue smoke.

"You do want to don't you Mandy?"

"Yes Guy," I said starting to walk towards him.

"No, stay right where you are," Guy said sitting down in a green leather, high backed club chair alongside the round table. "Now tell me that you have known we would make love from the moment we met haven't you?" He went on clenching the cigar in his teeth as he undid his shirt and removed it.

"Yes Guy I think I have," I reluctantly in some ways whispered as I watched him stand up again, undo his belt, slide his zip down and push his trousers off. He wasn't wearing underpants. He removed his socks and amazingly confidently stood naked in front of me before sitting down in the chair and puffing on his cigar. He wasn't at all erect.

"Then undress for me, I want to see you."

It seemed such a natural, innocuous and sensible suggestion. I had no feeling of resistance whatsoever, I wanted to undress, I wanted him to see my body. I realised that I wanted this man, who I had only met a few hours ago, to fuck me.

Reaching up and behind my neck I took hold of the back of the halter neck of the dress and eased the two velcro 'fasteners' apart. My heart was pounding as I stared at the naked man sitting in the leather chair puffing on a cigar. I suddenly remembered that I was in one of the oldest and most famous colleges in one of the world's foremost universities. The mullioned windows were open and I could hear the sounds of Cambridge wafting in just as I could smell the aromatic cigar smoke. It was quite some cocktail of sensations.

I felt many things. Arousal, obviously; fascination, naturally; fear, largely of the unknown, slightly; sense of adventure, strongly; and desire, hugely. What I didn't feel was guilt and that surprised me. By peeling the front of my dress slowly down and baring my full breasts to Guy I was doing what was arguably the most outrageous and, in many ways, the most wanton thing I had ever done. Having done that, I just stood there the ends of the neck strap in either hand and stared at him through the cloud of blue cigar smoke. What was I expecting, his approval, compliments maybe his concerns, after all they do sag a little, but then thirty five double d cup, suckled breasts do that? I didn't know what I was expecting or hoping for, but it was certainly not.




Mind Fuck Ch. 01



"Come here."

Feeling totally under his control, I walked over to him my eyes taking in his toned, fit athletic body. He had a hairy chest, but fortunately not a hairy back. He was still flaccid. That surprised me for a moment, but then it registered that he was altogether surprising and different to any man I had met or been with before; he was a controller, of me, his environment and clearly of himself as well. Puffing on his Davidoff he gave my breasts the intensity of his blue eyed stare. My nipples, which already were hard, seemed to explode with sensations and grow even more erect.

"Very nice," he muttered, surprisingly not touching my boobs. "Turn round."

I stood there with my back to him wondering what he was going to do: reach round and grab my tits, stroke my bum or shove his hand up my skirt. He did none of those, but instead slid the zip on the back of my dress down and said.

"Take it off." I turned and did that, letting the dress slide down my legs so I could step out of it. I stood a few feet from him in just my white, lacy thong and high heeled strappy shoes. "Turn round slowly," he ordered me.

As I did that and felt his eyes devouring me I felt more feminine, more desired and more aroused than I could ever remember.

"You have a good body Mandy. I shall enjoy using and enjoying it."

He stood up and took me in his arms. He kissed me and caressed my bum, slipping his fingers slightly inside the crease, something no one had done to me before on a first date. But then I had never done any of the things I was doing with Guy on a first date before; as I had said to Gayle, 'I don't do one nighters.' As Guy's tongue slid deeper into my mouth and his fingers pressed firmly on my anus, in my mind I changed 'don't for didn't used to!'

"You do want me to use you don't you Amanda?"

Fuck what a question I thought, busily licking round his teeth and slightly opening my legs and, as a consequence, the crease in my bottom. I didn't reply at first, but recalling what had happened last time I adopted that tactic I grunted yes, not really fixing in my mind just what having my body used meant.

"Then I will and it will be the most wonderful experience for us both, I have great plans for our future."

'Our future?' Bloody hell we only met a few hours ago and we already had a future! Still, I reconciled, that was probably preferable to being used, which in this context I interpreted as fucked, then kicked out in the middle of the night to drive home to my empty apartment.

I felt his hands on my thong, pulling and stretching it. It was not one of those super slim jobs that have just a half inch strip of elastic probing between your cheeks. It had a band of lace, covered on the inside, the wet side, in a silky material. Where it left the, also, lacy waistband, which was more round my hips than waist, it was probably three inches wide tapering down an inch or so as it plunged southwards to dive between the full, rounded cheeks of my bum. I didn't mind him doing that, in fact having your panties or thong pulled, especially upwards or backwards can, and usually does with me, exert pressure right on my clit, it was nice and he knew that for he was totally in control of what he was doing and, I knew, me as well.

As he pulled on that, so we continued to kiss and hold each other. His skin, other than on his hairy chest, was surprisingly smooth and, I thought, more like a woman's, it felt nice especially where our thighs were pressed together. He still wasn't, I noted, erect. That worried me, was it me?

Still holding and pulling on my thong he reached up and went to cup my breast. I eased back a little so he could get his hand between and then gasped as he pinched my nipple, very hard.

"Too hard?" He asked

"A little," I murmured reaching down and trying to slide my hand between us. I wanted to feel his cock. He pushed me away.

"Not yet."

"Why?"

"Because," he replied again pinching my nipple hard and smiling as I looked into those gorgeous, but slightly cold eyes, "I say so Mandy, I am the boss you know."

He squeezed my breasts and pressed harder on my anal hole. Like many men, nowadays, or so I read and have noted with the eight or nine I have been with since my divorce, he had a clear interest in that part of my anatomy and I imagined that part of our 'future' might well be in exploring that. Not being that keen on full penis penetrations anal sex, I put that thinking to one side assuming we'd cross that bridge, or get stalled mid way when the time arrived. I did panic a little, though, when I suddenly wondered if he might try to cross the bridge tonight; that would be something on a first date!

"Aren't I?"

"What?"

"The boss," he said pinching my other nipple equally as hard as he had the other one earlier; it was nowhere near as painful and I only just winced. I guessed that he knew it wouldn't be as painful.

"Yes, but I don't really know you do I?"

"No not really you don't, just enough to have taken your clothes off and be naked in my rooms."

I smiled at the irony. "Well not naked Guy, I still have my panties and thong on."

"Oh yes, so you do," he smiled

I felt him pulling it again. He moved his other hand from my boob and gripped the waist, or should I call it hip, band of the thong. Then with one wrench, which put tremendous pressure on my clit and pussy lips, he tore the gusset from the waist band and, effectively ripped my panties from me. He looked into my eyes, his twinkling with something, amusement maybe, smiled and said. "Let's amend that to the past tense shall we?"

"You sod," I said half seriously, after all it was from AP, and half excitedly for having your knickers ripped from you really is a turn on; in the appropriate circumstances that is and these certainly qualified as that. It was as I felt them being ripped that I felt his erection growing against my stomach

Then he fucked me.

It was a strange, but exceedingly exciting and quite different fuck to any I'd had before.

For a start, he must have been inside me for well over half an hour, maybe nearer an hour. Secondly he didn't move very much. Instead, he held himself rigid buried deep in me and encouraged me to do at least an equal amount of moving. That was strangely stimulating, in some ways more like using a vibrator than being screwed. But as I was doing that his hands were all over my body, particularly on my bum and between my cheeks, and that gave me sensations in so many different places. He made me cum at least four times, but I am not sure that he ejaculated at all.

I didn't stay the night, but then I wasn't invited to and, in any case I don't think I would have wanted to for, after all 'I don't do one night stands do I?



Mind Fuck Ch. 02



Authors note:

Though I first wrote "Mind Fuck" under the name of Thesandman several years ago, I have decided to do a second part to the original story in an up to date setting. I would urge that if you haven't read the original that you do so before reading this one. Much of the character descriptions and background where developed in the original story, and I won't spend a lot of time re-creating the wheel so to speak in this one.

As always, I hope you will take the time to vote, drop a comment to me good or bad, and let me know what you think. If this continued story is well accepted, I may consider taking it even further. In the mean time, I hope you enjoy this continuation

Mind Fuck II

It had been several years since Jared had left the dating service where he'd once worked for Cindy. And though she had claimed him to be a partner, the reality was, he still worked for her, but had grown tired of having to work for anyone. But even more importantly, he'd grown bored with what he was doing as it no longer felt challenging to him, and so he began to look at other more interesting possibilities.

When the series "Hero's" came out, Jared watched the program with obvious interest. And though he knew it to be nothing more than pure fantasy of course, he couldn't help but wonder, and thus remind himself that he was in a way uniquely different than everyone else. And though he certainly didn't consider himself any kind of a Hero, or run around in an attempt to save the world, he did know and accept the fact, he could do something that as far as he knew, no one else could. And the last thing he wanted to happen, was for someone to discover his unique ability, lock him away in some government facility, and then study or try to learn why he could do what he did. Even Jared didn't understand why he could "tune-in" to people's thoughts as he called it, though he had read every piece of scientific literature on even remotely similar subjects without gaining any better understanding of the phenomenon other than the one he had now.

But there was also something else, something new, which had happened quite by accident, and which he'd begun looking into though progress so far had been less than satisfactory in doing so and frustrating at best.

After Jared had left the Dating Service he'd been working at with Cindy, he had begun to think about where his special little ability might be better suited for him, and make him a considerable amount of more money than he had been making. Not so much that he would stand out because of it, he didn't want that either, but enough that he could at least live comfortably, be his own boss, and still fly under the radar without anyone giving him a second thought about whatever business savvy he might possess. Thus it was that Jared went into business for himself as a financial planner, stock broker, where he was able to use his unique abilities very much to his own advantage, often picking up private thoughts from other men and women he knew, learning more over lunch, just picking up thoughts than he ever could actually monitoring the exchange. And like everyone else, he had his up and down days, sometimes something he had gleaned as a good, safe investment opportunity didn't pan out the way he might have hoped, but overall, Jared had already made a name for himself in the business as being more astute to the way the market was headed more than anyone else. It didn't take him long then to acquire a fairly good-sized list of very wealthy clients who paid him well, and counted on him to invest their money wisely.

It had been while he was doing just that, having met a brand new potential client in his office that an entirely new manifestation of his unique ability to tune into people's thoughts, literally reading their minds, suddenly happened without any rhyme or reason for it in doing so.

If it hadn't been for the fact that she was an extremely attractive looking woman, especially for her age, which he'd learned was sixty two, that this might not have happened at all when it did, or perhaps much later on if even then. 

Kris Nelson was a widower, owned a fairly large estate with numerous investment properties, but she had recently gone through a rather difficult and trying time when a close personal friend and associate of the family, who had been overseeing her finances for her for several years, suddenly absconded with several million dollars. Though he'd certainly not left her destitute, not by a long shot, it had put some of her properties in jeopardy, not to mention her over all trust in anyone else seeing to her investments after that.

Jared had just finished explaining to her everything his services involved, had gone over her financial portfolio, and had already indicated and pointed out to her several areas where she better needed to protect her liquid assets, as well as where she could further improve and enhance some of her investment returns.

He had hoped during their interview and time together that he'd pick up on her thoughts. Unfortunately, it didn't always work like that. Sometimes it just did. Sometimes he would hear what the person was thinking to themselves almost immediately as though they were speaking out loud. Then there were other instances where he would pick up a faint buzzing inside his head, and as though tuning into that person's particular frequency of thought, once he had done so, then he could also hear them thinking very clearly after that. And once Jared had established a link, he could continue to hold it even at a small distance unless he severed the connection himself, or unless they got too far away from where he was, when he could also lose the ability to continue hearing their thoughts.

But try as he might, he'd never been able to simply read a specific person's thoughts no matter how hard he concentrated on doing it. They were either there already, or he'd hear that all too familiar buzzing sound inside his head. It was the only way it ever worked, and he didn't always get to chose the person whose thoughts he was about to hear either, though he always left himself open to taking advantage of whatever situation was presented to him, which is why he spent a lot of lunches hanging around Corporate Executives, merely wandering around amongst them until picking up on some interesting thought or tid-bit of information. Jared had in fact been privy to some fairly secretive maneuverings, quite often saving his clients a substantial amount of money in potential loss as well as making them substantial amounts of money in being aware of a particular merger, long before anyone else ever was.

Jared had just finished pointing out one or two additional things for her to consider, he was just close enough that his hand still rested on her shoulder as he leaned over talking to her about them. As he did, he quite naturally glanced down the front of the blouse she was wearing. She certainly hadn't worn anything that anyone would construe as being entirely inappropriate, especially at her age, but the blouse she was wearing did balloon out slightly as she tipped forward looking through the sheaf of paperwork she held in her lap. Jared admired the still firm, still smooth contours of her magnificent full breasts, allowing his mind to wander briefly for a moment as he stood there.

"God I'd love to see you caressing your own breasts for me," he thought, and then picturing her doing so in his mind as she sat there in her chair facing him. To his sudden and complete surprise, he saw Mrs. Nelson's hand suddenly come up, cupping her left breast, the moment she did however, she realized it, yanking her own offending hand down as though she had scalded it, her face suddenly turning crimson as she spun around in her chair facing him. Her face had a wild-eyed look to it, her mouth opening as though intending to speak, though initially no words came to her that she felt would make any sense as she struggled with the "why on earth would I do something like that?" kind of thought behind the startled look as she sought some sort of inner explanations for her actions.

Surprised himself, Jared had also picked up a new sound, not quite the buzzing he had heard or had become familiar with before, this one more of an echoing sound, totally and completely different than anything he had sensed or dealt with before. But much like the buzzing sound, he held on to it, the echo becoming sharper, more focused until he was sure he had established a connection of sorts. But even then, he still couldn't hear her thoughts, which he'd initially half expected to hear suddenly.

"That's odd," he thought to himself.

"Yes...it is, and I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me there for a second," Mrs. Nelson answered him as though he had actually spoken to her. "I guess at my age it's expected that I could become a little senile, but I certainly never expected it to come on me like this. I have no idea why I did that, and I apologize to you for having done so, I certainly wasn't thinking anything, it just happened!"

What Jared now realized, was that somehow, Kris was hearing his thoughts, but not only that, his suggestion, his mere thought of what he'd like to see her doing had been enough that she'd actually done it without even thinking about it until well after the fact, as though she'd had no outward control of the thought, except to accept it, and thus do it as though it had been the most natural thing in the world to actually have done.

Jared was also very excited at this discovery, but he also realized that he had to act now, had to experiment now before whatever link had been established between them was broken. There would be enough time for further examination and thought towards it later. But for the moment, he needed to find out where he could go with this while he could, and while he had someone who was sitting there connected to him, though she was for the moment just as confused as he himself was.

Calming himself, he thought quickly, expressing his thoughts clearly defining the direction he wanted to take them without alarming Kris with regards to them.

"You really do have very beautiful breasts though," he thought now sitting down across from her smiling at her, though making it clear he had actually said nothing directly to her as he sat there. "And you really should show them off a little more often, show that you're still sexually alive, that you still have needs, wants and desires," he continued on saying to her.

It was obvious by the expression on the woman's face, that she was indeed hearing these thoughts inside her own head, though not necessarily in his own words or speech, but more like her own. Thoughts that she now must have been struggling with in hearing, thinking to herself, wondering why she was having them why she was thinking the things that she was without any real reason for doing so.

"It's been a long time since you've even been with a man," Jared thought, "And at the moment, the thought of possibly seducing me sounds very appealing, so much so that you find yourself more aroused than you have felt in a very, very long time!"

Finally Kris spoke, her face still flushed, her mannerism off balance unlike the way she had first presented herself when they'd initially met.

"I am, uh...yes, it has, what I mean is, what I meant to say," she stammered trying to make sense of her thoughts in doing so, "was that this uh...these uh recommendations of yours, well, this one here for example..." she said pointing one out on the paper, hoping to direct Jared's attention towards it, though he was at that very moment telling her something else.

"So simple a thing, just undo another button, see if he looks, if he's interested, if he'll say or do anything," he was thinking to her, and then watched delightedly as she leaned forward, her outward intention to direct his gaze towards the paper and away from her hand which even then reached up, quickly undoing another button on her blouse further exposing the bit of cleavage she'd shown to him earlier while he'd stood behind her looking down her blouse.

"I know this is going to sound very unprofessional, and I apologize to you beforehand if it is," Jared began saying, "And I truly mean no offense by it either," he added. "But I must tell you Mrs. Nelson, you really are a very attractive looking woman, and there is something about you that I find very alluring, very appealing, so I am truly in hopes that we'll be able to work together, and that you'll allow me to handle your financial affairs both now, as well as into the future."

She was smiling at hearing that, even more so when Jared allowed his gaze to be caught by her own as he glanced at her breasts, saw the added bit of exposed flesh which she herself had allowed him to see.

"And I don't mind telling you, that there is something about you that I find very familiar, very comforting in a strange sort of way. I really can't explain it, except to be truthful and honest about it..." 

Kris was still stammering a bit, still awkwardly unsure of herself, though her intellect was once again starting to take over as she carefully chose her thoughts before expressing them.

"...but in a way, you have made me feel like a young woman again, and I appreciate that, I feel a bit giddy perhaps even, and have perhaps even acted that way for a bit here which I can neither explain, nor really chose to do so. But I can say that I do indeed like what you are offering, and would very much like to do business with you, and further cement our relationship going forward. So...having said that, would you care to join me for dinner this evening?"

By now Jared had a raging hard-on, he was indeed excited, for a number of reasons, though admittedly, the first of which was this unexpected newfound ability, though he also realized he didn't know too much about it yet. Why it had happened the way that it had, or what limitations it might have when trying to use it. Kris stood at that moment however, making it obvious that she was preparing to leave, though he still hadn't as yet accepted her invitation to dinner, though only mere seconds had passed since she'd asked him.

Jared smiled inwardly, he knew the moment he stood up, she would see his obvious arousal, there was no way of hiding it, nor did he really wish to do so. It would be interesting to see her reaction to it, to him when he stood. And though he knew he might still very well lose her as a client if she took his obvious reaction to her as anything other than a real compliment, then so be it. If nothing else, it had certainly proven to be a worthwhile and very interesting experience.

Jared stood, holding out his hand towards her, which she took though she also clearly saw the enormous bulge pressing against the front of his slacks as he did so. 

"I'd be happy to join you for dinner," he told her as he stood shaking her hand, though she in turn continued to stand there looking at his very obvious erection.

"Are you um...uh, is that, well, is that, um..."

"An erection?" Jared stated simply. "Yes Mrs. Nelson, it is. And I again apologize if my having one offends you, but I honestly couldn't help myself, nor very easily hide that I had one when you stood now could I?"

Even as he spoke however, trying to once again interject his own thoughts, he found that that interesting new connection was no longer there. When it had severed between them he didn't know, or why it had for that matter either. He only knew that it was no longer there the way it had once been. But...just as suddenly as it had been there, and was now gone, he distinctly heard Kris's thoughts clearly being received by him again without warning, and again without any of the previous familiar signs that they would be. They were suddenly just there as he heard her immediate thoughts.

"What I'd really like to do at the moment, is fuck you...right here and now, right on top of this very desk, and to hell with dinner for that matter, I'd prefer at the moment just to eat you!"

She finally let go of his hand, her face once again taking on color, though it took a moment more before she could tear her eyes away from the front of his pants, which Jared swore had now protruded outwards even more fully as aroused as he truly now was especially so clearly hearing her thoughts.

"You know Mrs. Nelson..."

"Please... call me Kris."

"You know Kris, we could simply order in here, and continue on with our...ah, conversations and such, and really get to know one another a lot better, especially if we're going to be working so closely together," he told her.

She was grinning from ear to ear.

"Yes, I would enjoy that," she said demurely, far more confident now of herself than she had been. "Though I hope I'm not keeping you from any other appointments or commitments?" she questioned once again taking her seat. "God I want to fuck you right now," she thought further without actually saying it, though even her posture was as she again leaned forward slightly displaying her breasts.

"Oh no, no other appointments today whatsoever, though I do have one small problem that's come up that I need to do something about, unless of course you're willing to help me take care of it while you're here," Jared grinned suggestively, letting her know as he said that what he was openly eluding too.

"By the looks of it, I don't think that's a small problem at all, in fact, it looks like a very big problem and something that needs some very urgent attention the way that I see it," she said, suddenly standing, though this time as she did so, she quite casually reached up and began undoing the few remaining buttons on her blouse.

"What I wish you would do, is lay me down and fuck me right here on your desk!" she thought as she finished removing her blouse followed quickly by the black laced bra she was also wearing as she stood there openly showing him now her large full breasts.

"Ever wondered what it would be like to fuck on someone's desk?" Jared asked, seeing her smile widen even larger than she'd been smiling moments ago.

"You know, funny you should say that, always wanted to, never have."

"Well then, I can't think of a better way to sign this contract then can you? Though, do you mind if I use this as a pen?" Jared asked as he suddenly unzipped himself, releasing and thus exposing to Kris his hard purple-veined member.

She laughed, quickly slipping out of the rest of her clothing as he began to finish removing his own.

"Got enough ink in that pen to do that?" she asked wickedly. 

"More than enough," Jared answered, and then patted the desk after clearing it for her, as she climbed on top of it with the ease of a teenager, quickly and expectantly spreading herself.

#

Though Kris was in fact nearly twice his age, she was built like, and fucked like a woman who was half that. Her breasts certainly didn't look like a woman in her later years, still full with a natural maturity to them that Jared found very appealing. Her areola were large, though a soft pink with thick almost eraser like hard little protrusions that stuck up invitingly off her breasts. Her tummy certainly wasn't taut like a young woman's might be, fleshy yes, but not without splendor in its own right, even her pussy, not quite hairless, yet trimmed with an aged beauty to it, soon had him devouring it with a hungry urgency, something which had taken her completely by surprise as she had fully expected him to simply mount her, and fuck her there on the desk. Which he did, but not before licking and sucking her clit until she'd had a full glorious cum in his face orgasm.

Kris was in fact still awash with the sensation of climax still coursing through her body as Jared stood only then placing the tip of his blood-engorged cock at the opening of her sex, further teasing her still almost too sensitive clit for a moment before shoving it fully and completely inside her, literally taking her breath away.




Mind Fuck Ch. 02



Still wearing just the torn, white lacy thong and my strappy, high heeled pumps I, rather embarrassedly picked up my dress and jacket.

Guy had turned away and was standing naked relighting the thick, Davidoff cigar.

"Where's the bathroom please?" I asked.

Without turning and looking out of the leaded window onto the very dimly quadrangle in the centre of the college, he said, "Through the door, down the corridor and second on the right."

As I walked out of the sitting room where we had just had sex for nearly two hours I noticed he didn't even turn and watch me leave.

The bathroom was very old fashioned as, I suppose, should be expected in a Cambridge University college that was nearly seven hundred years old. It was functional and rudimentary, with no luxury or unnecessary fitments. I toyed with showering, but the big cast iron bath with a rather dirty and torn shower curtain wasn't inviting so I washed myself instead with a flannel and hot water.

Where he had ripped my thong the gusset hung down between my legs, but the waist band was intact. Without thinking I tried fixing it so it looked as if it hadn't been torn. For some reason I didn't want to drive the fifty or so miles home with no panties on, daft really. I worked out that by easing the waistband down a little further onto my hips I could slide the back of the gusset into it and that would hold it in place. I did that and checked it out in the full length, free standing mirror. It looked ok, but I was a little alarmed at the red blotches on the tops of both of my breasts. The alarm was for two reasons. One, I would have to be careful in front of my fifteen year old daughter, explaining love bites and teeth marks on your breasts, isn't an easy thing for a mother and secondly, and more importantly, I didn't remember him doing it.

*

I am not a tramp. I'm not a slut, I'm not easy and I don't give it away or put it around to all and sundry. Before last night I'd had sex probably no more than three or four times in the past year and that was with an old flame with whom I had a long standing 'no strings attached' relationship. I hadn't really even dated for the past three years and I had no interest in casual sex and wanted no involvement with men, at least until my daughter went to university.

Just why the hell then, I had gone back to this Cambridge University Professor of Humanities rooms in Corpus Christi College and had let him fuck me for nearly an hour? That was a mystery. But I had and it fascinated and excited me. Why? Two reasons above all else. 

One him. Guy Bresterton was probably the most intelligent man I had ever met and I am a sucker for a brightness; give me a big brain every time over a big dick. He was the reason I went to his rooms after the luncheon party and the Humanist meeting.

The other reason and why I did act like a tramp? It was, I was thinking as I drove my BMW M3 down the M11 towards my Docklands apartment, because he treated me like one. Daft reason I know, but thinking through the whole situation as I drove along the uncrowded road on that Sunday evening around midnight, I was sure the combination of his intelligence, his manner and that approach, was why I behaved so differently to the norm. He moved my goalposts, took me out of my comfort zone, treated me with utmost respect as a sexual plaything, but with scorn as anything else. And on top of that he had the most amazingly blue eyes with which he stared intently, melting my resistance and creating an easy entrance for him into my knickers. 

An old college friend Gayle had invited me to the luncheon and introduced me to Guy. She was a university researcher and worked occasionally for him. She hadn't said as much, but I became sure during the day that a lot of that work was probably carried on with her lying on her back with Guy between her spreaded legs. Now, having been taken by him, I wasn't so sure; wasn't so sure that she would have been on her back, I hadn't been. I'd been turned round, bent over a table and fucked and then turned round again to face him, but still standing up.

*

"Ok I'm off," I said quietly coming out of the bathroom. I was wearing the halter neck, sleeveless and largely backless, cream and orange 'cocktail' dress and the white linen jacket with the sleeves rolled up a la Miami Vice.

I was surprised to see that he was still naked as he looked out of the small window smoking his cigar.

"Ok," he said turning slowly and looking across the comfortably furnished in a very old fashioned manner room at me. He hadn't put on any lights so it was dim, but as he walked towards me I could hardly believe my eyes, he was fully erect. When we'd had sex, he'd made me cum several times and he'd withdrawn just after I'd climaxed. I was so worked up and sexually sated that I hadn't noticed if he'd ejaculated or not, but then I recalled as I washed there were no dribbles.

"Yes, fine," I mumbled "I'd better be going."

"Yes I guess so, but where is it?"

"Where's what?"

Smiling, coming closer and fixing me with that devastating blue eyed stare he said. "My trophy."

"I'm sorry?"

"My momento, my souvenir, my reward for what we did."

"I'm sorry Guy," I said fumbling through my oversized and bloody inconvenient bag for my car keys "I don't understand."

"He came up closer and kissed me, pressing his erection very pointedly right into my stomach."

"Your panties Amanda, where is the thong I tore from you?"

"Er," I started now feeling embarrassed as well as confused. "I'm still wearing it?"

"But why, it's torn."

"It feels odd not to wear it."

"Ah such modesty, such conforming, such conditioning Mandy, we will have to cure you of that," he said kissing me again. "Won't we?" He went on breaking the kiss, holding my chin and fixing me with that amazingly intense stare of his stunning, but rather cold blue eyes.

Again that feeling of being controlled and directed came over me. I felt I was losing my power to direct myself and was coming under his spell. What the hell was it?

"Yes," I whispered.

"Turn round Amanda."

I had no idea why, but I didn't hesitate for not doing as he asked, well ordered really, simply didn't enter my mind.

"Put your hands against the wall and support yourself."

"Why?"

"Don't ask Mandy, you will never need to ask, always just do as I wish please."

I did and leaned forward my arms straight out, my hands against the wall.

I felt him pressing his erection against me, he rubbed it on the silk covering my bottom, the underside of it slipping into the crease of my bum. Then he moved away and, glancing back, I saw that he was kneeling behind me. Being slightly taller than my five feet seven his face was about level with my bum. I saw the long lock of dark hair flopping over his forehead and watched as he flicked it back into place; I knew it wouldn't stay there, for it hadn't all day long.

His fingers were on the hem of my dress and I realised that he was edging it up my bare, tanned legs. That sent a shiver through me, but whether that was of trepidation, lust, concern, embarrassment or excitement I wasn't sure, probably all of them. It went past the top of the back of my knees, up my lower thighs to about mid thigh, where he stopped. He was muttering something that I couldn't quite make out and then I realised he was speaking in Latin, he sounded like the Pope! He ran his fingers very softly up and down my inner thighs, going almost up as far as the torn thong, but stopping just in time; it was hugely sexy. He pushed my dress up further, very slowly revealing my upper thighs, then my thong covered bottom to him. A gentle tug on that and of course the gusset fell away from the waist band.

"Now what's the point of that Amanda?"

"None really," I admitted as I felt that blue eyed stare on my bottom and pussy.

"Then we should remove and leave it here for display in my trophy case shouldn't we?"

"What?" I said, genuinely shocked "You'll put it on display?"

"Only for my eyes Mandy, when I want to remember you, recall what we did, how we had sex and when I need to masturbate about you."

No man had ever spoken to me like that before and his words crashed into my mind, just as his talk on bisexuality had at the meeting earlier this afternoon.

"Because I will Amanda, I most certainly will masturbate endlessly about this," he whispered stroking the cheeks of my bottom almost with reverence "And this," he continued, running his fingers softly along the lips of my pussy "And of course these," he went on reaching up between my legs and squeezing my full breasts.

"Oh Guy," I whimpered, now so under his spell I would have done anything he asked.

"Undo the halter neck," He said taking hold of the ruined thong and starting to ease it down my thighs. He quickly removed it as I pulled the Velcro on the halter at the back of the dress apart and let either side fall away from me, my leaning forward position helping it to fall from my boobs. The dress had some inbuilt support that my D verging on DD cup breasts needs, so I wasn't wearing a bra and they were quickly naked.

He was holding my hips, he licked the cheek of my bum. 

"You can play with your tits Mandy," he said as if he believed I needed his permission. I'm not sure I did, but nevertheless I did cup and squeeze them with one hand as I continued supporting myself with the other. 

His lips and tongue were roaming over the cheeks of my bottom kissing and licking the full mounds and then gently nibbling them. That and what I was doing to myself created a wonderful cocktail of sexual sensations. But they were nothing compared with what was to come.

I felt him grip, tightly each of my cheeks. I gasped at the sharp pain as his fingernails dug into the soft, pliant flesh as he pulled my cheeks apart and then whimpered with pleasure as that pain combined with the pleasure of the tip of his tongue pressing right on my anus. He lubricated that with his spittle then wiggled his tongue so it slipped in a little way. That and my own caresses on my breasts sent me over the top and he gave me yet another orgasm.

"That's enough for now," he said standing up still fully erect my ripped thong in his hand. "We'll come back to that later won't we Amanda?"

"Without really thinking I had whispered "Yes Guy."

* 

On the trip home I couldn't work out what had happened to me. Well I knew what had happened, I had been well and truly totally seduced and royally fucked. It was the why that concerned and interested me. I just wasn't and never had been like that. I didn't need sex that much, I didn't 'fall' like that, I didn't open my legs easily. But I couldn't escape the fact that I had and big time.

I knew I was impressed by his mind and intellect. When Gayle had told me about him saying he was among the most intelligent men she had ever met and given that she worked at Cambridge, that made him special. And she wasn't wrong. But there was something else and I couldn't put my finger on what it was. Yes I was fascinated by him, interested in his views and attracted by his physical appearance. That didn't though explain why I had given myself so easily and fully to him, why I let him dominate me so easily and completely and why I had been his to with as he wished, for I realised that was the situation.

My phone rang.

"You do have hands free don't you?" Guy asked.

"Yes," I replied wondering how he had got my mobile number, but I didn't ask.

"Can you pull off the motorway soon."

"I think so yes, the Stansted turn off shouldn't be far."

"Good, now undo that halter neck just as you did leaning against my wall."

"Guy, I can't driving."

"Yes you can it's easy, relax, free yourself. No one will see, the doors are too high" he told me, "I know, I have done it many times."

"But what if a truck comes past?" I asked my body beginning to win against my mind.

"Stay in the outside lane, now come on," he ordered, as I found my fingers fumbling at the Velcro.

"Are they out?"

"Yes, but I am at the turn off now."

"Good, find somewhere quiet. Are your nipples hard?"

I touched them and glanced down; they were like bullets.

"Yes."

"I am naked Amanda."

"Really?" Was all I managed to stammer.

"Yes very hard, thinking about you, I'm holding your panties, they feel lovely against my cock."

I drove away from Stansted towards Dunmow then turned off the main road into a lane. I went along it for a while, pleased to be in the dark with no traffic around for I wasn't too sure on the window height covering my bare tits; it did feel nice though being bare breasted and having Guy telling me about my panties and his erection.

"You know what you are going to do don't you Amanda?"

"I think so yes."

"What is it?"

"You want me to masturbate, yes?"

"Of course, have you found somewhere?" He asked as I found a short track leading to a gate across a field with heavy bushes either side. I reversed into it and cut the engine. 

"Yes."

"I have started to wank, Mandy and I want us to cum together."

"Oh," was all I could whimper sitting there in the dark silence of the countryside. 

I pushed the central locking button and turned the interior light off as, at the same time I stroked my breasts, just as I had earlier when he made oral, anus love to me.

"Mmm it feels lovely Amanda, almost as good as fucking you did. My hand feels almost like your cunt."

I didn't say anything.

"You are still there Mandy?"

"Yes Guy."

"Pull your skirt up and open your legs."

I did.

"We both know you haven't got any panties on don't we?"

"Yes Guy," I whispered.

"Because I have them here Mandy and I am holding them round my cock as I imagine sticking that right up your cunt. The cunt Mandy that you have to rub, right now."

"I can't Guy."

"Don't can't me, just do it, you slut, for that's what you are and sluts do that sort of thing don't they?"

He was right, he must have been for I did do it, I did rub my cunt and I did cum with him as I lay on the front seat of my car, my tits out and my dress round my waist.

*

I got a text message the next day.

'It was all great, I want to do it again soon, G'

But then I heard nothing for over two weeks. I was relieved, I think. It had all been extreme and disturbing. Perhaps I should just put it down to experience and forget about it, I thought. He and what we had got up to were way out of my league, I was straightforward, a typical mum, albeit divorced, but a pillar of society, golf and tennis club member and a relatively successful business woman.

I tried Gayle, but she didn't respond to my phone messages or emails. That wasn't that unusual for she travelled frequently with her freelance research projects. I then got a mail from her. 'Was a good time had by one and all?'

I was in a meeting with the creative team of a small agency in Paddington. My phone vibrated. It was a text.

'I want you again, contact me, G'

My heart pounded and my pulse raced. Surely I could and should ignore it or say no. Looking around to ensure I was being watched as texting in meetings was frowned upon I typed.

'When?'

'ASAP'

'Today?'

'Yes, this afternoon at 3, ok?'

'Ok'

'Call when you get to Cam, don't wear much and no bra.'

I was trembling, I felt hot and then cold, and then sick. What was I doing? I looked at my watch

"Er excuse me Richard,"

"Yes Amanda."

"I'm sorry, I've had something come up, I have to go."

"You can't if you are going to do this campaign, it's the only chance I have to brief you."

"Could you not let Harry do it?" I suggested throwing three or four days at six hundred pounds a day down the drain.

'Don't wear much' was running through my mind as I showered at home and started to dress.

I slid a lemon coloured, cheap thong up my legs and put another into my bag, just in case, I smiled. 'No bra' he'd specified, now that with my melons was awkward. I slid into a tight singlet that I sometimes wear at the gym. It's similar to the vests worn by athletes. Being thin, my nipples, over which I could clearly see I had lost control, beamed at me in the mirror like two beacons. Momentarily I wondered what he would think if I turned up like that and walked through the courtyards and quadrangles of Corpus Christi? Not daring to try it, I put on a yellow, silk blouse on which I left enough buttons undone to show the top of the vest and the swell of my boobs inside it. I toyed with what to wear down below and tried several garments until I settled on a white, fairly, but not overly, short, thin skirt with brass buttons up the front. Twirling in front of the mirror I felt I was following his brief.

It was just after one thirty when I set out and the ride through Docklands, past Beckton and onto the M11 was easy; it was early for the rush hour and I knew that barring something unexpected I should be able to make Cambridge comfortably by three. I took my time keeping with the seventy speed limits as I buzzed north through the pleasant Essex, Hertfordshire then Cambridgeshire countryside.

Obviously my thoughts were on Guy and what was happening. I didn't understand it and was now starting to think I never would and did that matter? I was fascinated by him, the approach he took and his attitude towards sex; it was so different to everything I had ever believed in. I had never had any form of relationship based purely on sex, particularly sex of the sort he was introducing me to.

I also had no comprehension of the power he had on me. I couldn't believe what I had done at the agency this morning and that I was now rushing to meet my lover; was that what he was, I smiled.

I was fortunate that I had met him at a time when I had more freedom than usual. Sara my daughter and three of her friends had asked if they could attend a crammer college to prepare them for their exams. Being semi residential she was away a lot and thus, I was able to do the things I was doing, such as not worrying about rushing home the other Sunday and instead laying in my car in the dark, my tits uncovered and my skirt round my waist as Guy and I grunted to a mutual climax.

"Hi it's me," I said into my hands free.

"Where are you?"

"Not far, the sat nav says two miles."

"Ok come into the centre and get onto the A14."

"Not the college?" I asked.

"No I want you to see my farm. It's at Swaffham Bulbeck, put it in the satnav."

I found it quite easily and turned onto the private lane that was nearly a mile long. He was waiting for me at the door. I was surprised that he was wearing a dark blue, silk, mid calf length dressing gown.

"Hi welcome to Blakes," he said walking across the cobbled courtyard and opening my car door. As I got out he took me in his arms and kissed me, quite unabashed that there were two working men and an older lady looking on. They took no notice and just got on with their work.

He put his arm round me and we walked inside. It was beautifully furnished, so much different from his rooms at the college. It combined wonderful antiques with the most modern of artefacts and furniture including plasma TVs in the kitchen and the small sitting room.

"A drink?"

"Well that depends when I next have to drive."

Smiling and settling his disarming, cold blue, but sparkling gaze on me he said.

"Tomorrow?"

As frightening, extreme, different and controlling as things had been on that Sunday, they were now quite the opposite.

We kissed and he took me upstairs to an equally modern and impressive bedroom with a huge bed. Beautiful music, Bach violin concerto I think, was playing, although the huge, probably fifty inch, wall mounted TV was on as well showing a fashion channel. The floor to ceiling French windows on one side of the two aspect room were open leading out onto what looked to be a sizeable balcony. I could smell the countryside and hear the sounds of birds and cows and sheep in the distance. A gentle breeze blew in keeping the large room cool and refreshing. 




Mind Fuck Ch. 02



We kissed me and he undressed me slowly.

"Oh yes," he sighed when he'd removed my blouse, the skirt already having been discarded, he liked the buttons. "They look fantastic" he whispered running his fingertips round my clearly visible nipples, which were of course stunningly hard. "We'll keep that on I think."

He took my hand and pulled me towards a mirror covered door. Opening it we went into a massive black and white bathroom that had a large shower, which could easily take four or five people I guessed, a wet room and a sunken bath also large enough for a party. That was already full of cloudy water.

"In you go," he said slipping his robe off. I glanced down and saw that he was fully erect, I liked that and I smiled with, I must admit a touch of self-satisfaction, after all I had created it, I think.

I went to remove my singlet and he stopped me, "No keep that on," but he let me slide my thong off; no ripped underwear this time I thought.

The water was scented and slightly opaque. It was a perfect temperature. At one end there was a drain with water dribbling out and at the other a tap pumping in more warm water, it was perfect.

I slid in and lay down, my back against a pad that, wonderfully, was heated, these were round three sides of the bath, how thoughtful. The water came up to my waist.

"Dip yourself under," Guy said asking me to do what I guessed he would. I did and of course the singlet became as good as see through and clung to my tits like a second skin. "Mmmm wonderful Amanda," he said joining me in the bath, sitting beside me and cupping both of my breasts in his hands.

We kissed and rolled against each other as he continued doing lovely things to my tits and nipples. His hands were inside the singlet on my bare breasts, they felt so sensitive and his touch was perfect, no red fingernail marks this time I thought adding, yet! 

He rolled the singlet up above my boosf and sucked my nipples as his hand went between my legs and as I stroked his hard on. It was straightforward, gentle, caring and very intimate lovemaking. I was thinking that he was probably going to take me right there in the bath after he had nearly made me cum with his fingers, but he didn't. Instead, using a large sponge he washed me all over, focusing inevitably I guess on my breasts and then between my legs, that also nearly made me cum. I kissed him a lot and continually stroked and rubbed his cock, which seemed to be throbbing in my hand and that felt marvellous.

"Come on Mandy?" He pulled me from the bath and took me to the shower. He fiddled with a few dials and led me in, after pulling the singlet over my head and off. The water was coming out of the massive shower head in such thin spurts that it was almost like a mist. It smelt and felt lovely. He pressed another button and a creamy lotion started to flow from beside the head, 'shit' I thought 'you don't even have to soap yourself in his world.' He rubbed the soap all over me creating a thick lather and then washed my hair. I repeated that on him. All the time we were touching each other and kissing. Turning off the soap he again adjusted the shower and we washed off the lather.

He got some large black and white towels from an airing cupboard; they were nicely warm. We rub dried each other and he wrapped a towel round me just above my boobs and another round his waist.

"Let us make nature earn its keep and let that finish us off," he said leading back into the bedroom, through the French windows and onto what indeed was a largish balcony. It was more like a patio really, but on the first floor. It had marvellous views over the flat Cambridgeshire countryside and was totally unoverlooked itself. The floor was a rich, dark wood decking. Half the area was uncovered with one corner having a glass roof and the other a canvas cover, which also, I noted had sides that could be pulled down to give privacy, or something. Under the glass roof there was a large barbecue a table and chairs and several kitchen type cupboards, presumably holding a fridge and cutlery and stuff. There were more similar cupboards under the canvas area, but in the middle of that there was, surprisingly, a double size, massage table. The uncovered area had numerous chairs and loungers.

"Wow Guy, this is lovely, but then the whole house is, it's amazing," I said as he poured me a glass of champagne.

"We're still working on it, but I'm pleased with what we've done so far?"

"We?" I asked feeling a little suspicious.

"A slip, I was using it royally, something which I detest, of course."

We sat and let the warm air dry us off sipping the champagne and actually finishing the bottle as we talked about so many things. The forthcoming World Cup, the BP oil situation, the Britain's Got Talent TV show, Iraq and Afghanistan, the recent general election and the new coalition government. There hardly seemed a topic that we didn't cover and that he wasn't interested in. His views were generally anti-establishment and extreme, but were always backed up by sound argument and analysis. I enjoyed it immensely.

"Have I told you about my ambition to become a sexual explorer, Mandy?"

"Er no Guy you haven't."

"No of course, we haven't talked that much, I keep forgetting we have met so recently. Anyway some other time, maybe I'll write to you about it, I'd appreciate your view on it."

"Ok," I said feeling flattered that such an intellectual would rate my views on anything.

"But now" Guy said standing up "Is not the time for that."

"No?" I asked looking at him as he put his hand, took mine in his and pulled me up.

"No there are other things we need to do that are much more important, come on."

He led me across the decking to the canvas roofed area and stood me by the massage table. Fixing me with that stunning stare, he reached out and slowly untangled the towel, just above my boobs. I felt powerless to object as he bared my body in the open air, not that I wanted to.

"You look beautiful Amanda," he said dropping the towel on the floor. "On your front first please."

It was amazing. 

The breeze on my nude body, the smells and sounds of the countryside and simply the slight sordidness of being naked out of doors set the scene. The warm oil on me, Guy's sensitive and gently powerful hands and fingers gliding and probing over my back and the sensations he was giving me created the intimacy of the situation. And then, as his movements changed from being a massage to being one continual caress, as the focus of that became the inside of my thighs and as he was going ever closer to my pussy, which must have been streaming with my womanly excretions, so he built up the sexual intensity and expectation. 

Of course, eventually, on one of his unhurried, caressing sweeps up the inside of my parted legs, he didn't stop. He kept going, he maintained his direction and purpose and he ended up precisely where both he and I had wanted his fingers to be since the start of the massage: right on pussy. I grunted and my body jerked. He pushed, my body jumped again and I groaned.

"Yes."

With no further hesitation, no teasing and no more foreplay, Guy did what we both wanted. He shoved two or three straightened finger right up my cunt. I gripped the massage table, my head rocked from side to side, my back may have arched a little and my legs closed round his pleasure giving hand as he finger fucked me to an urgent, a necessary and a quite stunning orgasm.

He wasn't finished though, why should he be. 

He turned me over, kissed me and held me as my body shuddered its way up one side of the orgasm wall, rode a long its crest for what seemed and age and then slowly slid down the other side.

"Oh God Guy, phew?" I said running the back of my hand across my eyes.

"Good?"

"It was wonderful."

He started to caress my breasts.

"More?"

"Mmmm was all I could muster," as I watched him take a pace backwards and drop the towel. His erection was still wonderfully hard.

He climbed onto the table with me. He kissed me and ran his hands over my body, making me jump when he touched my lips or clit. I was still hugely sensitive there so soon after my climax; sensitive, but also so ready for more. 

His cock slid into me so easily. We were both so ready for full sex. It wasn't extreme, outlandish or particularly adventurous; none of that was necessary. No, he rolled on top of me, I opened my legs, he fumbled around with his erection then pushed it into me. It was very welcome indeed. Then he fucked me in a typically, traditional way. It didn't take long, it didn't need to, we were both ready and we both climaxed together.

I stayed the night and woke up in his bed the next morning to the delicious sensation of his hands on my breasts and his erection between the cheeks of my bum. It had been such a long time since I had experienced that. I was enjoying having a boy friend again.



Mind Fuck Ch. 02



"Oh fuck me! Fuck me!" she thought, then said it aloud a moment later, "Oh God Jared...fuck me!"

Jared had never really fucked an older woman before. He had fucked several a few years older yes, but as he did, he found far more pleasure and giving with her than he really had with many other women far less her age. And what he really liked and enjoyed, was her total and complete lack of inhibitions, her spontaneity, her self-discovery and willingness to tell him what she wanted, and how she wanted it.

"Oh baby!" she moaned, "Come fuck me from behind, take me deep hard and fast!"

With an agility he hadn't expected, Kris suddenly extricated herself from his prick, flipping over onto her knees there on his desk, her ass winking at him invitingly. He had no option but to climb onto his own desk with her, kneeling behind her as he did so, once again pressing his hard stiff erection at her slippery opening that was even then oozing a delightfully creamy substance that still coated his cock. He slid back into her once again feeling that slick substance bathing him, grasping him as she began humping herself back against him. Jared took delight in the sensual sway of her breasts as they began to swing, sometimes rotating in completely opposite directions as he fucked her cunt, pummeling her deeply from behind. Kris moaned, occasionally lifting up balancing herself on one arm using the other to capture one of her free swinging tits, caressing it, pinching the nipple, then once again collapsing back onto the desk, fucking back against him almost violently as she neared ever closer and closer to yet another orgasm.

Kris soon after did just that. Jared felt her sweet tight cunt clasping his prick as she shuddered, her pussy convulsing like a pulsating heartbeat around him. He felt his own pleasure suddenly intensify, felt the liquid release boil up from his balls just as Kris sensed his orgasm begin, uncunting him, spinning turning over on his desk top and then grabbing his now throbbing cock with her mouth. Jared felt his semen burst forth from the head of his prick one delicious ejaculate after another as Kris greeted each one laughing, drinking, and draining him dry.

#

Jared ordered Chinese from a nice little restaurant just down the street and around the corner from his office. Kris had freshened herself up in his private bath, soon after emerging wearing one of two white terry cloth bathrobes he had told her she'd find there. She carried the other handing it to him just as he hung up the phone.

"Should be here in about twenty minutes," he told her slipping into his robe.

Several papers lay strewn about the floor, which he had carelessly swiped off his desk just prior to their frenzied fuck together. Kris stooped over intending to pick many of them up.

"Don't bother," Jared laughed stopping her. "We're not done yet."

He watched as the few she had already gathered toppled from her hand, she too was smiling as she faced him. "God, I'm glad to hear that," she sighed happily. "I was hoping that was only the first round."

Kris settled herself comfortably into one of Jared's large oversized leather chairs while he stood at his private bar fixing them drinks. Once again the front of her robe parted showing him a great deal of one of her breasts as he stood there admiring the view, handing her a glass of wine.

"Thank you," she said accepting it, and then felt his now free hand slide down the side of her neck into the deep plunging "V" of her robe caressing her breast. Her nipple quickly became erect once again as he briefly thumbed it, his prick already beginning to lengthen just as a buzzer went off in his office alerting him to the fact that someone stood at the door downstairs.

"Dinner," he announced releasing her breast, and then crossed the room to the intercom pressing it. "Come on up," he announced only then checking the small monitor next to it confirming that indeed their dinner had in fact arrived. "Cute!" he thought to himself as the young woman holding two large sacks let herself in and began climbing the short flight of stairs up towards his office where he stood waiting for her.

Jared opened the door meeting the young Asian woman as she arrived, startling her slightly as she greeted him wearing only the white terry cloth robe. Behind, she could see Kris likewise wearing another one, and couldn't help hiding the brief quick smile that appeared on her face as she brought in the sacks containing their food.

"Ah, where would you like them?" she asked.

As she spoke, Jared heard that echoing sound, he turned studying Kris but knew almost immediately that it hadn't come from her as the echo was now coming from beside him as he pointed towards the bar directing her.

"Over there," he told her his mind already a blur at the moment wondering how he might once again experiment with this new found ability he'd just discovered, anxious to learn if what had happened with Kris would also be possible with the cute Asian woman who now stood before them.

Even as he stood wondering and thinking about that he picked up Kris's own thoughts.

"God she reminds me so much of Kaya!"

In the twinkling of an eye Jared discerned the longing in her thought, the forgotten memory that had suddenly emerged confirmed a second later by a followed thought, "God, I still miss her after all these years!"

"That will be eighteen seventy-five," the young woman spoke having set their dinner down on the counter top though she was currently looking towards Kris, surveying the room as she did so.

"That's right," Jared thought reaching out to her, following the echo, sharpening the connection as he had done previously with Kris. "Take it in, know that we were fucking here, picture it in your mind, the frenzy, the lust, the wild crazy abandon taking place just before you arrived."

She was indeed doing just that as Jared purposely took his time looking for his discarded pants that he'd tossed over one end of the couch, drawing her attention to that as he did so, fishing for his wallet.

"More than anything, you'd like to stay and party with us," Jared suggested, forming the mental image of the three of them together, the young woman naked, lying on the couch her pussy being licked pleasurably by Kris while she in turn began sucking Jared's hard stiff aching cock.

As he found his wallet withdrawing it from his pants, he purposely slipped off to one side the fold of his robe so that his prick stood proudly poking out towards her as he turned, wallet in hand even then withdrawing the cash from it handing it to her. 

As he'd hoped, her eyes immediately locked on to his exposed erection. He followed her gaze, pretending surprise at his exposure, quickly covering himself.

"Sorry," he grinned sheepishly holding out the cash to her, which she accepted, though she was also smiling as she took it.

"Don't be," she grinned back at him. "I'm only sorry I never get to do anything like this," she found herself saying, though Jared had implanted that very thought, hopefully, expectantly as she spoke it.

"You're welcome to stay," Kris suddenly announced surprising Jared as she said it, though he couldn't have been more pleased when she did. 

"What's your name?" Jared asked taking her by the hand, leading her over towards where Kris was sitting before she could collect her wits or reconsider what had just been suggested or come up with any sort of reply that would keep her from wanting to do that.

"Aryia," she answered softly, Jared sensing the hesitation and uncertainty in her tone of voice as she spoke.

"Relax," he soothed mentally, "It's just the excitement you're feeling, you really do want to do this, experience this, now...with us."

"That's a very beautiful name, for a very beautiful young woman," Kris had added standing up taking the young woman's hand as Jared passed it to her.

"Thank you," she said blushing, catching her breath just as quickly as Kris placed one of her hands on the young woman's breast.

"Would you like to stay and play with us?" she asked hopefully, continuing to lightly caress and massage the young woman.

She glanced over towards Jared, his cock once again fully exposed as he stood purposely stroking it for her, his thoughts still connected, the image he had formed of her standing there, Kris continuing to do what she was already doing, though slowly undressing her now.

"I need to make a call first," she announced grinning. "Or they'll wonder what happened to me."

She quickly produced her cell phone, spoke briefly though rapidly in Chinese and then hung up. She was again blushing as she did so. "Told them I tripped going down the stairs and sprained my ankle, said I was catching a cab on my way to the hospital to have it looked at," she giggled.

"You won't get in any trouble?" Jared asked worriedly, honestly concerned.

"Oh no, family owned business, and I assured my mother it was nothing more than a bad sprain. I'll wear an ace bandage on it tomorrow, limp around a bit. Everything's fine," she assured him, and then began undoing the buttons on her tight white little blouse.

#

As Jared had suggested in his thoughts to her, she had begun removing her top, though she quickly approached Kris once again standing in front of her, letting her know as she did so, that she expected Kris to finish doing that. Only too happily to oblige her, she began doing so.

Aryia's breasts though very small, were sensual too look at as Kris peeled away Aryia's blouse revealing as she did so that she'd not been wearing a bra and had no need for one. Her nipples were incredibly long however, perhaps longer than any Jared had ever seen before and as he stood there itching to suck one, he watched as Kris leaned forward taking one of the young woman's elongated nipples into her mouth and began doing just that.

As she did, Jared walked over now standing behind Aryia. She wore a simple black skirt with a side zipper that he now pulled down quickly freeing her of the garment as it came away in his hand. She wore the briefest of tiny black thongs, the twin cheeks of her small very firm ass fully exposed which he now cupped within his hands caressing her though also allowing the firmness of his erection to rest against her, alerting her to his aroused presence.

"God I want to eat you!" Kris said still licking and sucking the young woman's tit. Once again Jared formed the image of that, one he'd created earlier within his mind, though the image was even sharper now as Aryia stood there envisioning it herself.

"Yes! Yes! I'd like that," she moaned softly. 

Interestingly enough, Jared now saw the woman's own mental picture, being drawn down to the floor rather than upon the couch as he'd first imagined it. He quickly moved helping Kris to do just that, tossing one of the pillows from off the couch towards her which Kris expertly placed beneath the woman's ass effectively elevating her mound which Kris was only then revealing, sliding the tiny bit of black fabric away from her, down her legs and then tossing it off to one side.

Jared smiled while looking at her bare little cunt, she was completely hairless, her tight thin lips somewhat swollen in arousal as Kris knelt before her, her hands already spreading the light brown flesh that hid the delicate pink core of her sex, her hard little nubbin already protruding forth and upwards like a little pea just begging to be licked.

Jared sat down beside the two women, his hands already reaching out to begin manipulating one of her very hard erect nipples, rolling it as he did so between his fingers, hearing her soft contented pleasured sigh as he did so, and then her sudden intake of breath which she held as Kris wrapped her lips around the young girls precious little clit and began sucking it.

Jared then felt the woman's hand reach out for, quickly finding his prick which she began stroking, squeezing the tip with her delicate fingers until she had produced as well as captured a fat droplet of his pearly precum. She smeared it across her lips licking it tasting him, and then once again seizing his prick, rolled slightly towards him though remaining in position so as to allow Kris to continue licking and toying with her sweet tender cunt.

Just like what had happened before, the echo was suddenly no longer there, but her thoughts were. The images he'd still been seeing inside his own head faded out like a morning dream, but her thoughts now crystal clear, equally as sharp as though they were his own.

"Oh fuck me, finger fuck me!" she said to herself, "suck my clit!"

"Stick your fingers inside, finger her "G" spot," Jared told Kris. He saw Aryia's amazed expression as he said that, just as though he had in fact been reading her mind, which he had been of course, though his words merely suggesting the obvious as he sat there watching, felt the first delicious sensation of the young girl's lips as she nibbled at the head of his prick toying with it.

"Oh yeah, make her squirt," Jared added, picking up on the fact that she would, her thoughts tumbling about inside her own head, half worried with the knowledge that she most often did, not knowing for sure how Kris might receive it when she did. Just hearing that, wondering if this young Asian woman could and would do that, she attacked her pussy even more hungrily than she had been, her fingers probing and caressing the swollen pouch just inside her opening, lips still sucking her clit, sometimes flicking it with her tongue causing Aryia to bounce uncontrollably beneath her.

"Oh yeah! Right there! Right there!" she thought without saying it, though her deep throated moans certainly did.

"Keep doing that," Jared informed Kris, "I think she's going to explode soon!"

Perhaps it was just hearing his words, so in tune did it seem that Jared was so aware of her body what she was feeling. His urging, the touch of his hands still encircling, tweaking her nipples merely enhancing the erotic lust that now fully consumed her. With an upward thrust, she launched her cunt uncontrollably against Kris's face, mashing it against her, her hand now letting go of Jared's prick as she reached forward with both, grasping the back of Kris's head as she hung suspended there for a moment, still grinding, humping herself as Kris in turn latched on to Aryia's clit holding it between her lips and sucking it for all she was worth.

The sudden cascading spray of sweet nectar surprised them all. Aryia didn't just squirt a little, the force of her female ejaculation sufficient enough to force Kris's head and mouth away from her, though Kris laughed delightedly catching the bulk of Aryia's very wet climax upon her face and breasts as she sat back, still fingering, still palming the woman's clit watching the continued almost endless spurting of her pussy as it discharged it's nearly clear essence drenching them both.

Aryia collapsed in a heap for a moment after that, trying to collect her senses, the connection between she and Jared suddenly severed as her mind became a fugue of pleasured thought and wonder.

"Oh my God!" she finally managed to say, actually sounding a little embarrassed as she struggled to sit up. "I'm sorry, I had no idea I would cum like that," she once again apologized unnecessarily. "I mean, sometimes I do squirt, a little maybe, but never have I done so like that!"

Kris was smiling, still massaging her own breasts, the liquefied pleasures of the girls spending still coating her flesh in a clear wet sheen.

"No reason to," Kris told her. "I loved every fucking minute of it!" She added. "I had a very dear friend, a companion once who you remind me a lot of. And she very often did that herself, something I was always envious of her being able to do. The fact that you did, that you can, I am actually very grateful for, and excited to have experienced once again."

#

They took a break to further collect themselves as Jared fixed everyone a drink. The girls continued to sit on the floor excitedly sharing experiences while Jared sat in one of his comfy leather chairs listening to them. Oddly, he could still pick up some of Kris's thoughts, but his connection to Aryia's had definitely been severed for the moment. He could no longer hear the echo either, a phenomenon that he still hadn't as yet figured out as to why or how it happened, or even when it would.

"I think someone else needs to have his cock sucked!" Aryia soon after suggested to which Kris readily agreed. Both women soon half crawled over towards him, taking up positions on either side of him as he sat within his chair, contentedly watching the two so totally completely different women as they began stroking and playing with his cock, passing it back and forth to one another just as playfully, licking and sucking it, gently fondling his balls.

As good as it felt however, Jared wanted to fuck the two of them simultaneously together.

"Kris," he began instructing. "Lay down on the floor face up. Aryia? You lay on top of Kris, also face up," he said smiling and winking at them. They got the picture almost immediately and soon after scrambled into position.

Jared knelt between the outstretched legs of both women, piled erotically on top of one another, twin cunts winking at him as he first twiddled their respective twats with his fingers, relishing in the juices that he found there. He watched delightedly so as Kris reached up and around Aryia, once again beginning to toy with the woman's breasts as she lay comfortably atop her, her nipples once again fully hard and erect.

"Doesn't she have the most amazing nipples?" she said as she continued playing with them pulling them up and away from the young woman's chest, eliciting a pleasured giggle as she did so.

"You both do," Jared responded, just then placing his cock first against Aryia's cunt, slapping her exposed still tender clit with it, making her bounce, then doing the same to Kris's pussy, likewise beating her lips and clit with his hard firm erection momentarily, teasing them both in this way for several long moments.

"Are you going to fuck us or drive us insane with your teasing?" Kris asked, which is when he quickly speared her cunt affectively taking her breath away.

"That answer your question?" he asked and then slid in and out of her several times, coating his prick with her slick juices before removing it, placing it against the opening of Aryia's before slipping it for the first time inside her.

"Oh fuck!" Aryia cried out. "Fuck that feels good!" she moaned excitedly, enjoying the half dozen or so thrusts of Jared's prick in and out of her before he once again removed it, causing her to moan with the sudden loss of it from inside her, though he quickly speared Kris's cunt once again, causing her to gasp with the sudden unexpected intrusion.

"Oh yeah fuck us! Fuck us!" Kris cried out as though somehow Jared was indeed fucking the two of them simultaneously.

He indeed then varied his strokes, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. Sometimes only once in and once out, never the same. Both women were now writhing hotly excitedly before him, urging him on to continue, hands a swarm over one another as they petted each other, Aryia occasionally capturing her own breasts, her hands holding Kris's upon her, squeezing her breasts, pinching quite cruelly her amazingly long nipples.

Jared in the meantime thoroughly and completely enjoyed himself as well, fucking into one cunt, and then into the other. He soon felt his orgasm begin however, knowing when it did that the intensity of it would be near over whelming. But he wanted to enjoy and experience their pleasures as well, and thought wickedly to himself as to how he'd like to see that, quickly informing them both.

"I am going to cum all over the two of you," he announced pulling his prick out of Aryia's pussy though continuing to stroke it with his hand, pointing it towards them. "I'm going to drench these two sweet cunts with my cream, and then after I do that, I'm going to watch the two of you, grind your cunts together, smearing my fuck juice between you until you get one another off," he announced lustily.




Mind Fuck Ch. 02



"Oh yes! Yes!" Aryia screamed out excitedly in agreement though Kris quickly joined her in doing the same.

"Shoot your fucking spunk all over the two of us!" Kris now urged him excitedly. "Let us feel it hitting us, splashing on us, covering our hot dirty naughty cunts!"

Jared indeed did so, watching his intensely felt ejaculations leap from the opening of his prick, his semen strong, thick and powerful as it cascaded in a high hard-felt arch against the two women. He purposely aimed it, watching his semen explode first against Aryia, her clit disappearing beneath the blanket of his white sticky essence which drowned it, and then turning continuing to milk his own prick, now doing the same to Kris's, her puffy swollen lips suddenly criss-crossed liked a French pastry as his spunk collapsed against her in thin ribbons of erotically artistic delight.

No sooner had he finished, Jared weak-kneed, half stood and collapsed back into his chair, his prick still throbbing with heart-felt delight as the two women once again wrestled themselves into position, cunts coming together, legs entwined overlapping one another as they quickly began humping themselves together, the sound of flesh slapping flesh just as erotically sounding as though he'd been fucking either one of them himself. 

It wasn't long after that they both cried out their joy in rapturous pleasure, their orgasms combined, simultaneously carrying one another over the precipice of climatic release until only the sound of their contented breaths could be heard within the sudden silence of the room.

#

Several days passed since his wildly erotic evening with the two women. And though he continued to receive that faint familiar tickle in his ears alerting him to the fact that he could "tune in" if he chose to on that person's thoughts, which very often he did, if only briefly once discerning there was nothing of importance or significance worth listening to. Not once had he again heard that odd echo. Jared had even tried concentrating, though all that had produced was a headache, so he'd given up doing that. Whatever had caused that to happen hadn't occurred since for whatever reason. He replayed each encounter over and over within his mind, but couldn't discern any major similarities which had caused it to happen, though the abilities he had gained from it, though also different, had been very much the same.

Jared finally decided that whatever it was, however it happened, it would do so again in its own place and time, so he quit worrying about it for the moment, though telling himself that if and when it did so again, he would take advantage of it as much as he could and find out what limitations he might have, if any, with regards to using or controlling it whenever it did happen.

In the meantime, Jared continued to mingle at lunch around high financial executives listening for secrets that he might exploit both to his, as well as his client's advantage. He had also fulfilled a couple of promised requests as a guest lecturer at a local university, attended a book signing for his newest release which promised to be yet another best seller, and went about his days just as he'd always done though listening for an echo that never came.

#

"Mr. Anderson?"

"Yes?" Jared answered having answered his desk phone.

"My name is Doreen, Doreen Johnson," she said introducing herself.

"How can I help you Doreen?" Jared asked already enjoying the sensual tone of her voice over the phone, his prick even twitching a little reminding him it had been several days now since he'd even had a nice fuck.

"Well, it just so happens that my daughter attended one of your lectures on campus, it was one of the rare few times I've ever really seen her enthusiastic or as excited about something as she actually found herself while listening to you. But the point being is this, Jillian, who is actually one of my twin daughters has known I've been looking at diversifying some of my financial holdings as they've seemingly grown stagnant. And for a while now, I've been thinking about getting a new financial advisor that could help me with my finances, but being that I am a Professor at the same university where the girls are going, and where they caught your lecture, I've honestly not had the time or even the inclination to spend a lot of time looking for someone. So to make a long story short here, I was wondering if you might be free one evening to come over to my home, sit down with me, and help me decide what sort of things I need to do."

Because of his busy schedule, Jared informed Doreen that they would have to meet on a Saturday afternoon, which she readily agreed to do. Had it not been for the fact that he'd found something intriguing in her tone of voice, he might have passed on adding her on as a new prospective client. The last thing Jared wanted to do was bury himself in his job. He already had more than enough money to meet his needs and then some, but there was indeed something about Doreen that he had found intriguing, as he'd sat there talking to her. He had even gone so far as to release his prick from within his pants, stroking himself though all they discussed was a few brief minor details about what sort of holdings and assets that she had. But he had found pleasure in her sensual sounding voice, imagining her naked, legs spread, his prick embedding itself between her legs.

"Thank you Mr. Anderson, I really look forward to meeting with you on Saturday then," she had said hanging up.

Jared reached over swiping several tissues from out of the box, wiping the cum from his hands and between his fingers, tossing the Kleenex into the trash, then tucking his spent prick back into his pants already looking forward to Saturday.

#

Jared arrived shortly before three o'clock, which is when his scheduled appointment was for. He surveyed the grounds as he approached the door. The house was large, though older than most, obviously and recently remodeled and refurbished. He paid particular attention to those things as he'd learned through experience that people who took pride not only in the way that they looked, but in their households and property, also took very seriously in the security of their financial status. Jared hated wasting his time if someone wasn't willing to follow his advice.

He rang the doorbell and saw movement down the corridor, though the thick stained glass windows bordering the door didn't allow him to see specifically who it was. It was only a moment more before the door opened. When it did, he was greeted there by a young attractive looking woman with dark brown shoulder length hair and equally alluring dark brown eyes. But as pretty as her face was, it was her enormous chest that first captured his attention, and he had to force his eyes away from her quickly so as not to offend her, or unprofessionalize himself. 

"Hello, I'm Jared Anderson, I have an appointment to meet with your mother I assume," he said smiling at her still careful so as not to stare directly at her enormous looking breasts though he was still tempted to do so.

"Yes, come in, we've been expecting you," she said in greeting, stepping back still holding the door open for him, though he found he needed to turn sideways upon entering as he did so in order to keep himself from literally brushing against her breasts as he passed by. "And by the way, my name is Jan," she said holding out her hand towards him once Jared had entered. He took it, shaking it, and smiled inwardly at the brief quick jiggled of her full-sized breasts as she did so. "She's downstairs in her study, please follow me." 

As he did so, he wondered briefly if she was the other twin to the daughter whose name Doreen had already mentioned to him. He smiled inwardly at that, already imagining what it might be like to have twins, something he had never done or had before, wondering if they would fuck differently, or exactly the same.

Jan quickly led him to another room where she knocked briefly, and then opened the door to her mother's office. Once again Jared had to turn sideways passing Jan by as he entered the room, glancing back briefly before formally meeting Doreen who had now stood in preparation for meeting him and now physically introducing herself.

"You look enough alike to be sisters," he said in greeting taking and thus shaking her hand.

"Thank you," Doreen said gesturing for Jared to take a seat. "Many have told us that, and of course I'm very flattered by it, especially as attractive as all my daughters are."

"Is that uh..." Jared said once again glancing back, though Jan had already disappeared once again closing the door behind her.

"One of the twins? No," Doreen laughed. "That's my eldest daughter Jan. I'll introduce you to the twins later, Jennifer was the one who attended your first lecture, though it was actually Jillian who recommended you to me," she stated.

Doreen in fact looked very much like her eldest daughter. Same color of hair, size and shape, including once again having rather large sized breasts, which he again couldn't help, but noticing. Which is when he heard a slight chuckle coming from her, and he lifted his eyes, realizing as he did that he'd allowed his gaze to linger a bit too long on her breasts.

"Runs in the family," Doreen said easily. "We're all rather large chested, and we're all very used to being looked at, can't be helped I suppose, and not that any of us mind either, because we don't."

Jared felt a slight flush spread across his face, but he didn't apologize for looking either having heard her say that, and besides he was momentarily distracted as he'd picked up an old familiar buzzing sound and had been quickly trying to tune it in as he and Doreen continued on in their conversation together.

"Well...didn't I tell you he was good looking?" Jared heard one of the girls saying. "Wouldn't you just love to fuck his brains out?"

Unfortunately, or fortunately, dependent upon how one looked at it, there was a lot to go over with Doreen, and Jared knew in looking at what he was, that it would require a couple of hour long sessions. Not that he minded that, but with the chatter going on between the twins and their other sister, he was having trouble concentrating on what he was doing, which was an ironic place to be in as he did see himself as a professional when it came to planning out someone's financial future. He was half tempted to tune the girls out entirely when he heard another snippet of conversation between them.

"Well I don't know about you Jan," one of the girls was saying, though Jared had no way of knowing which one of the twins it was that was currently speaking. "But I'm so fucking horny I'm tempted to take my vibrator out and get myself off right here and now!"

Jared heard Jan laugh at that. "Well don't let me stop you if that's what you're going to do, but for myself, I have an even better idea!"

"What?"

"I'm going to put on my bikini and go out back and sunbathe."

"Well that's dumb!" One of the girls said. "Why?"

"Because I'll have to pass by the window of mother's office that's why," Jan said giggling. "I saw the way he looked at me, and no doubt the way he's ogling mom at this very moment too, there's just something about him that excites me, so it might be fun to see if I...or we," she added. "Can maybe excite him and see what happens!"

"Well Doreen...I think that gives us a pretty good start," Jared said letting her know as he said it that it was time to wrap things up for the day at least. "I've given you some pretty good options to look at and think about, most of which are the important ones for now. We can look at doing a few other things with the rest of your assets once we've made these changes first, and then take a closer look at some of the less important ones for now."

Jared saw a slight look of disappointment in her face, obviously she wasn't quite ready to see him leave just yet either. He smiled at that.

"Could I trouble you for something to drink?" he asked. "Such a nice day out, perhaps I could suggest we do that outside?"

Doreen looked greatly relieved upon hearing that. "Oh that sounds like a marvelous idea!" she enthusiastically stated standing up with him. "What can I get you?"

"Anything with alcohol in it," he told her winking at her as he did.

She laughed, "Hope you came by cab, I make a pretty mean Long Island Iced Tea."

"I can always call one if I have to," Jared said just then looking up at the window watching as Jan, Jillian and Jennifer suddenly strolled by the window, each one of them wearing one of the skimpiest bikini's he'd ever seen before. Doreen had noticed them too and laughed.

"Should have known," she said still chuckling to herself. "I know that the twins were anxious to actually meet you in person, I just didn't know to what extent they would take it," she said shaking her head knowingly. "I hope you don't mind having a bunch of half naked flirtatious women hanging around you."

"Me? Certainly not!" Jared grinned back at her. "Sort of wish I'd worn something a bit more comfortable myself."

"Well at least take your coat and tie off," Doreen told him. "If you don't mind, I think I'll slip into something a bit more comfortable myself," she said handing him his drink. "Go ahead, I'll meet you out back in a few minutes. And don't worry, the girls won't bite, unless you let them," she added smiling, and then turned leaving Jared to his thoughts as he strolled out back towards the patio, draping his coat and tie over one of the deck chairs as he did so.

The moment he walked outside the three girls spotted him, immediately standing in order to more formally greet him, even though each one of them was half naked as he saw it since the tops of their bikinis barely even covered their respective breasts. He was already thinking how much he'd love seeing them completely naked when he first took Jennifer's hand as she introduced herself to him.

The echo he heard inside his head was clear and immediate, her thoughts so sharp almost loud if you could call an image loud, that it startled him briefly. In her mind, she was already on her knees sucking him.

Jared was soon introduced to Jillian, the echo he was hearing now suddenly amplified as was the visual picture he saw inside his own head as Jillian imagined them all sitting around the patio table talking, though she had sat off to one side of him, her fingers toying with her pussy having pulled the bottoms off to one side so that he could see that was what she was doing as she sat teasing, flirting with him.

And though Jared had been briefly introduced to Jan, he again acknowledge her, also taking her hand, but the echo wasn't there when they again greeted though he could still very clearly hear her innermost thoughts.

"I'll bet you're already undressing us in your mind aren't you?" she giggled silently to herself. "And wouldn't you be surprised to know we've already discussed how you must look naked too," she added simply smiling at him though she then invited him to take a seat at the very same patio table that Jillian had been fantasizing about, taking the very same position next to him in fact as he sat.

"Ah, I see you've met the girls!" Doreen spoke having come out side carrying a tray of Long Island Iced Teas she had just made for the girls. She sat them down on the table, taking a seat on the other side of him. Jared eyed Doreen appreciatively as she was every bit as attractive and good looking as her daughters where. He could see how the four of them could all be mistaken as sisters as they sat together.

And Doreen had in fact made herself VERY comfortable. Though she wasn't wearing a bikini the way her daughters were, the one piece she was wearing was cut in a very low "V" in front and in back so much so, that her equally large breasts threatened to spill out of it even more so than the girls own tops were hinting at doing.

"Well, I'm happy to say that Mr. Anderson..."

"Jared," Jared interrupted her saying, "Please, just call me Jared."

"That Jared," Doreen smiled nodding at him, "Will indeed be handling our accounts for us going forward," she told the girls excitedly. "So thank you Jillian, and Jennifer," she included nodding towards the two girls as well, "for turning him on to me."

"Don't you mean getting turned on to him?" Jan thought to herself laughing at her own joke, though she quickly caught her laugh when the twins glanced towards her also chuckling having picked up on the very same thought she'd only shared with herself.

As they spoke, Jared realized just how challenging and difficult this particular situation might be. Not because of any financial problems, those were easy and he knew with a great deal of certainty that he'd be able to substantially increase their holdings. What he was thinking about was the almost overwhelming input his mind was receiving from the four of them, the echo no longer there in his head, but the crystal clear images that the twins kept throwing at him which he had to force himself to keep separated which was no easy task. And then on top of all that, the continued thoughts that kept worming their way inside his head from both Jan and Doreen, though these at least he could tone down or even tune out back to the soft little buzz if he had to.

But Jared had already decided that this might indeed be the perfect opportunity to further explore, and somehow gain an even better understanding of these shared images, something he still wasn't clear on how, or why they came about in the form that they did. Additionally, he also knew it was going to be an interesting challenge for him, especially under the circumstances, to see if his own power of suggestion could indeed cause either or both of the twins to comply to his wishes or thoughts, especially with their mother and other sister sitting there.

Since it was Jillian that had given him the idea, especially as she'd actually sat down in the very same chair that he'd seen in her brief quick fantasy, he decided to work on her first, easily chatting with the girls about his new book as well as his travels, though he now reformed the same mental image that he'd been given from her, picturing her as she sat there, her hand slowly inching its way down between her legs, pulling off to one side the tiny bit of fabric covering her pussy.

Jared looked without looking, allowing only his peripheral vision to alert him if she was indeed succumbing to his now shared suggestion. He had to hold his smile seeing that she was! Her hand indeed down between her legs, the look on her face gathering color as she sat there. Only then did he purposely glance her way, asking her a question but allowing him to make full and complete eye contact as he did.

"So, what is it you're studying?" he asked, and though the question was certainly innocent, he allowed his eyes to look directly at where her hand was, which she had indeed now slipped inside herself, her fingers quite obviously tickling her exposed clit which he sat staring at briefly before looking up once again catching her eyes and smiling at her, letting her know as he did so, he was enjoying what he was looking at.

"I haven't really decided on a major yet," she smiled back, her fingers if anything even more openly fingering her wet slick opening. As she spoke Jared looked over towards her twin sister. Jennifer too had noticed what Jillian was doing, leaning over to then whisper something into Jan's ear having seen the sudden boldness of what her sister was now doing, and that Jared had obviously noticed that she was.

"Is she crazy?" Jared heard Jan thinking. "Damn, I wish I had her guts," she added just as quickly however, and Jared even sensed a sigh in her thoughts as she did so.

"Oh yeah, keep fingering that pussy for me," Jared thought, now focusing on the image of her doing just that, but ready to push it a little, see just how far he could manage to exploit this under such unusual circumstances.




Mind Fuck Ch. 02



He now focused on her twin sister, it was much easier to form pretty much the same mental image for the two of them since they looked exactly alike, and also much easier to picture them identically naked rather than with them wearing the non-identical bikinis they had on. He couldn't see Jennifer, but Jan's glance downwards towards her sister soon confirmed for him that she too was now playing with herself, along with Jan's sudden added thoughts.

"You're both crazy!" She said somewhat startled though her emotions clearly showed Jared she was finding this weirdly arousing, exciting even though she was surprised by the boldness of her two sisters.

Jared continued holding, pressing the image even though he continued asking innocent questions to all four of the women, though he was finding it most difficult in doing so for a number of reasons. One, he was himself now very aroused, very erect, and the alcohol was indeed strong giving him a light headed buzz of another sort which was making it even harder for him to maintain the erotic naughty image he was holding onto as a suggestion back to the two girls.

"Can I get you another?" Doreen asked noticing that Jared had just sat his empty glass down on the table.

"I better not, I am feeling it a little, and to be perfectly candid with you, I tend to let my inhibitions get away from me when I've had a little too much to drink, and I am also finding it difficult, though admittedly very pleasurable to be sitting here looking at the four of you, though again I am perhaps already showing my lack of inhibitions in even saying that. It's just that, well...shall we say you're all very extremely and attractively sexy looking women?"

It was the truth, but he was also hoping to heighten everyone's awareness, and open their thoughts even more intimately with the sudden knowledge that he was in fact...horny, which he'd basically informed them without coming right out and saying it.

Doreen laughed however at his remark, gathering his attention towards her when she had done so, which Jared could see by the pronounced press of her twin hard nipples against the thin material of her swim wear, that his comment had obviously aroused her to some extent as well.

"I know what you mean," she said agreeing with him. "These have the same sort of effect on me too."

"Yes, I can see that," he now boldly pointed out to her with not only his words, but also his gaze as he looked directly down and towards her obviously very erect nipples seeing the blush in her face as it began to spread, though she smiled excitedly towards him as he sat looking at her.

Jared turned however now pressing the thought in his mind directing it towards Jillian, it was time to see if he could force it even more than he had been, willing her to seriously sit there and finger-fuck herself loudly enough perhaps that not only he, but everyone else would have no doubt about what it was she was doing. When he heard the slippery finger-sucking sound she began making with her hand as the juices began to cling to her fingers and became louder, he smiled inwardly glancing directly towards her just as the other three women now where as well.

"Oh my!" Doreen said with a great deal of surprise in her tone of voice. "Jillian! What on earth are you doing?"

"It's not just her mother," Jan interjected. "But Jennifer's doing the exact same thing over here too!" she boldly confessed to her. "I think you may have made the drinks a little stronger than usual as they obviously seem to be having quite and affect on everyone, including yourself!"

Jan had given her mother's obvious hard and pronounced nipples a nod, indicating that they were every bit as much telltale as was the sudden naughty juicy sound of Jillian's fingers working her cunt.

Doreen in fact did look a bit embarrassed then, not to mention obviously confused and startled by the extremely shocking actions of her twin daughters.

"Oh my goodness, I'm...I'm not sure what to say Jared," she began saying almost apologetically.

"Please, don't say anything, I'm quite enjoying it, and like I told you, I tend to lose my own inhibitions rather quickly myself, if I thought it wouldn't offend anyone, I'd honestly consider doing something about it as aroused as I admittedly am at the moment."

It was of course at that very moment that Jared picked up on Doreen's thoughts.

"Oh, if you only knew," she was telling, and thinking to herself, "how many times my daughters and I have actually sat out here and masturbated together, now...wouldn't that shock you?" she finished thinking and saying to herself.

"And let me be perfectly candid with all of you about something," Jared suddenly announced. "I've always had, always entertained this fantasy about pleasuring myself in front of a group of women while they did the same," he paused for a moment letting his words sink in, seeing the amused expressions on all the women's faces having said that. "Though again I hope that doesn't offend anyone by my having said or admitted to that, it's just that under the circumstances here, since we all seem to be a little open at the moment to our various arousals..."

"I for one would LOVE seeing you jerking off!" Jennifer suddenly spoke out interrupting him, though Jared had indeed planted that very same suggestion inside her head, urging her to speak it aloud, which she had, though she admittedly looked immediately embarrassed afterwards for having said it.

"Jennifer!" Doreen exclaimed equally as shocked by her daughter's sudden admission.

"I wouldn't mind doing that at all," Jared quickly exclaimed, "Like I said, I've always fantasized about doing that, but I would certainly hope that the four of you would join me in doing the same."

There was indeed a brief moment's hesitation and uncertainty, Jared knowing that the thin thread he still held in his mind could quickly unravel at any moment, though their actions might be enough to propel things forward anyway even if it did. He again focused his thought towards Jillian, knowing he had only mere moments to continue controlling this if he still could.

"Scoot your chair back," he pictured her doing, let me along with everyone else see you have no intention of stopping, if anything, that you're more than ready to do that but a lot more as well..." even as he thought this, he added the image of Jillian suddenly undoing her bikini top removing it, which she now did simultaneously scooting her chair back making it quite obvious to everyone that she was more than willing to do as Jared had only conversationally entertained.

"Oh yes, very nice, you have a lovely, very beautiful pussy, and I very much admire your amazingly full breasts!" He stated boldly smiling as he said so, and then nodding his head approvingly at the other three. "As I am sure...you all do!"

Not too surprisingly, it was Jennifer who then stood, likewise undoing her bikini top, removing it. Jared noticed that her nipples were the same tan color that her sisters were, fairly large areola encircling both women's breasts with now very thick hard extended slightly darker nipple tips which Jennifer allowed her hand to reach up towards gathering it briefly, caressing and fingering it.

"Well, if we're really going to do this, and since it looks to me like we are, I'm at least going inside to get one of my favorite toy while we do. Fingers can be fun..." she said smiling down at her twin sister, "but I personally prefer fucking myself with something nice stiff and hard!"

"Um...uh, would you mind grabbing mine while you're at it?" Doreen asked her daughter, the grin on her own face one of aroused and excited acceptance of the situation.

Much to Jared's relief, Jan laughed joining in. "I'll get it mother," she announced, "Since mine are all at home, I'll need to borrow one of yours anyway."

Jared looked over towards Doreen.

"Jan is my only married daughter, at the moment anyway," she added thus explaining the comment, "though came over today in order to meet you when she heard you were coming."

"Well, I'm not cumming yet," Jared quipped keeping their conversation sexual, "But I hope I eventually will be! And I am looking forward to watching the four of you do so as well. I mean who is lucky enough to ever see three sisters doing so, along with their equally beautiful mother!"

By the time Jan and Jennifer had returned with their own favorite personal toys, Doreen had removed her own bathing suit so that she now too sat uninhibitedly naked in front of him. Jared had waited purposely for the girls return, even standing as they came back letting them all know he had done so just for them. Once they had all again taken their seats, handed out their respective toys, Jared quickly unzipped and began slipping out of his slacks.

His hard stiff erection immediately presented itself, his own pair of bikini briefs barely containing it as he turned towards the four women, each one of their eyes glued to the obviously noticeable bulge which he then revealed for them having slipped his hands into the waistband, then bending over in an instant removing them. Once again standing erect, they all saw that he was indeed and they all smiled and sighed approvingly.

The girls had already repositioned their chairs in a semi circle facing towards Jared as he soon after sat down in his. Jillian, content with using her own fingers, continued to do so, though she occasionally removed them smearing the juices that she found there, applying them to her own supersensitive nipples which Jared very much enjoyed watching her play with.

Jennifer preferred the enjoyment of a rather sophisticated device that obviously had some sort of clit stimulator attached to it, along with a beaded rotating midsection that she quickly inserted into herself, turning it on.

Jan had chosen a simple vibrating egg which she likewise quickly inserted into herself, though choosing to use both of her free hands to sit and play with her each one of her enormous breasts, also lifting them in order for her to lick and suck her own nipples.

Doreen's favorite toy appeared to be a hollowed realistic looking penis which she managed to slide up and beneath it, sitting down on it, and slowly fucking herself against it. And though there was another vibrator laying on the table which she could obviously insert inside the fake prick, for the moment, she had chosen to leave it there and simply fuck herself through her own movements.

Jared's prick was already leaking a well of precum, though he continued to squeeze more and more of it out as the girls watched, delighting them all as he captured it, further coating his prick with it until it virtually glistened with his pearly slick cream as he continued teasing himself with it as they all watched him.

"This is fucking hot!" he exclaimed, hearing the same unvocalized sentiments being expressed by the four women, only then realizing as he heard them, that once again, the image connection he had once had with the twins had disappeared, though the thought connection now existed as it had with Jan and her mother.

Curious about the why of it, now was not the time however for delving into that, it would be food for thought later. Right now, his entire focus was on the four beautiful naked women sitting in front of him, each one pleasuring herself in her own unique little way, each one of them watching him while he did so himself.

"I love a man who's not at all shy about touching himself in front of a woman," Doreen announced with a followed moan in her tone of voice as she continued to slow thrust herself up and down in her chair, the thick enormous prick obviously bringing her pleasure while she did so.

"Isn't that one of the reasons you married daddy?" Jan stated excitedly, as she sat there manipulating her own breasts often pinching quite hard her own nipples.

Jared realized up until now, he hadn't even thought to question the whereabouts of Doreen's husband, and though the interesting situation that had developed here really didn't concern him, he wondered if the husband's sudden appearance should.

Doreen's laugh gave him a slight reassurance against that concern. "Well, certainly not the only reason, but yes darling...it was one of them," she added, then turning back towards Jared, seeing perhaps the slight look of concern on his face.

"And don't you go worrying about Mike," she said further reassuring him as she spoke. "We don't have what some would call an "open" relationship exactly, but we're neither one of us shy about enjoying other people around us, which as you can well see, has included the girls."

Jared allowed his expression to show interest in that. "Go on, tell me more, I'd be interested in hearing about that, as its obvious to me, this isn't the first time the four of you have done something like this together," he'd already correctly surmised.

"No, you're right...it isn't," Doreen confirmed quickly, still self-fucking herself as they continued on with this rather interesting conversation. "Mike and I have always been open with the girls about not only their sexuality, but our own as well. Don't get me wrong, none of us has gotten physically involved with one another, though some might consider open masturbation to be a form of incest I suppose, but we've never seen or regarded it in that way. And though it's true that if Mike and I feel like fucking, we simply do so, even if the girls happen to be around. We always felt and believed that it was more natural to show them that we still have and give affection to one another and not try to hide it. The girls have sometimes watched us while we do if they felt like it, or leave if they chose not to."

"I always loved watching mom and dad fuck!" Jan announced proudly. "Sure as hell taught me a thing or two!" she added.

"Same here," both of the twins said simultaneously.

"And even Mike has occasionally just jerked himself off, if the girls wanted to watch, they did. And if they...which they've done on many occasion obviously, felt like masturbating, then they were free to do so without feeling like they had to run up to their rooms in order to do it. I in fact taught all of them how, showed them a few of the toys they could use if they so wanted to, and then showed them openly how I preferred doing it myself, which is how they all learned, but more importantly, came to be comfortable with their bodies when doing it, as well as their open-minded uninhibited sexuality."

"Yes, I can see that, and I'm certainly at this very moment most grateful for it too!" Jared grinned at each one of them.

Jared watched as it became obviously clear that Jillian was just beginning to enjoy yet another quick orgasm. He'd wondered if she already had earlier, and now knew since reading her thoughts that she had, and was again hovering on the edge of yet another one, which is perhaps why he didn't immediately pick up on the sound that everyone else obviously did.

"Speak of the devil!" Doreen said smiling, now directing Jared's attention to the sound of a car's engine just then turning off in the drive way next to the house. "That would be Mike."

#

Jared was again somewhat relieved that none of the girls suddenly jumped up or made any effort to cover themselves, nor did Doreen, still sitting there with her toy deeply embedded inside her cunt, though she did stop humping herself against it as she looked up expectantly across the yard. Jared quickly followed her gaze, saw the man who was obviously her husband only then entering through the side gate.

"Back here babe!" Doreen called out waving towards him. "Come over and meet Jared!"

Mike briefly had a look of surprise on his face yes, but at least it didn't turn into one of anger after that. He smiled instead, genuinely so as he waved back at his wife, acknowledged the girls, and even gave them each a quick brief kiss, soon giving his wife a much longer one, even briefly cupping her exposed breast as he did so before finally turning his attention towards Jared.

"Nice surprise," he said smiling at everyone. "And you...must be..."

"Jared!" Jared said taking the man's hand, though he remained seated, feeling a bit awkward in greeting him this way, and not wanting to stand up in order to do so for very obvious reasons.

Almost immediately Jared heard another echo, and knew it was coming from Mike. He quickly focused on it, narrowing the path until the connection was made, Mike's thoughts suddenly his own, the mental image he was now thinking or considering clearly being expressed. He too sitting down with everyone, cock in hand, enjoying himself as he sat watching his daughters, wife and even Jared as they continued on pleasuring themselves.

"Can I get you something to drink honey?" Doreen asked.

"Ah, no thanks, not yet anyway," he said smiling now taking a seat. "I don't suppose any of you will mind if I join you?" he asked. "Been a long day, and I could certainly use a little stress relief," he grinned saying.

"Of course not," Doreen stated easily, though she looked over towards Jared for his reaction.

"Fine with me," he told them all. "The more...the merrier I always say!"

The fact that he now had this connection with Mike was of extreme interest to him. He wondered what he could do with it for one thing and had already begun to consider a few possibilities, out of nothing more than experimental curiosity perhaps. But now was the perfect time to do so as he further thought about it.

Mike had already unbuckled his pants, unzipping them and slipping them off, quickly dropping them down onto the ground next to his chair. His prick already well stiffened as he sat and began stroking it as nonchalantly as if he'd just lit up a cigarette and had sat back in order to enjoy it.

"Your wife was just explaining to me how the two of you managed to raise your girls so openly with regards to their, and your sexuality." Jared began. "I find that very admirable for a number of reasons," he continued on and then listened to much of the same things that Doreen had already told him about though Mike did expand on it to some degree.

As Jared sat listening however, his mind was still thinking about other things, his curiosity now working in overdrive as he considered the possibilities. He wondered..."You obviously enjoy watching your own girls masturbate, not to mention your wife, but I wonder..."

And he was too. It was obvious by the look on his face that he was indeed finding it very pleasurable to watch his own daughters having fun, as well as his own wife who once again had gone back to enjoying herself, though she had now slipped in the additional stimulation of the humming vibrator which she'd slipped inside the hollow shaft of her toy.

Jared knew as he thought about it that he first needed to establish a reasonably easy base of suggestion to work from in order to ensure that he did have a good suggestive control over Mike's thoughts. So as he sat, though continuing to enjoy watching the girls not to mention the side pleasure of still stroking himself, Jared pictured the image of Mike walking over to his wife, offering her his cock to be sucked, then concentrated on that, holding it firmly within his mind through the connection he still held, and waited.

He was pleased when only a moment or two later, Mike actually did stand, walking over to stand next to her. "Baby, I know we're all just sort of doing our own thing here, but I'd really appreciate it, if you'd catch me up a little here perhaps, and I was just thinking how damn nice it is when you mouth me a little, so...would you mind?"

And as he had also hoped, Doreen didn't mind it at all, nor did the girls for that matter as they again were very accustomed and used to seeing such intimate happenings between their parents, though indeed by some of the thoughts Jared was picking up, this was the first time, with the exception of Jan's own husband, that anyone outside their immediate family had been there to witness them doing so.




Mind Fuck Ch. 02



While Doreen continued to playfully suck her husband's cock as he stood there still watching the girls enjoying themselves, Jared relaxed somewhat himself now, enjoying the physical erotic stimulation he was witnessing, hearing now as Jennifer began to climax, the expression on her face one of intense satisfying joy.

Using that moment of vulnerability, Jared refocused his attention back towards Mike.

"Seeing Jennifer climax so wonderfully, it's so thrilling to see isn't it?" Jared began to suggest, painting and creating the image in his mind as well as the same one he now knew he was painting in Mike's. "You would love to feel your daughter's lips wrapped around your prick, sucking it...how good it would feel, how expertly her tongue would tickle and please your prick..."

For a moment Jared sensed as well as felt the excitement of that in Mike's mind, but it quickly fragmented and he fought back trying to maintain it, almost having to recreate the whole entire thought over again. Having done so, he continued to suggest the erotically naughty idea, but this time it was as though he had hit a brick wall, the image wavering, shattering a barrier of sorts suddenly firming against it.

"Mike! What's wrong baby?" Doreen suddenly questioned her husband worriedly. "You suddenly don't look very well!"

To Jared's surprise, it was true. Mike staggered back away from his wife gripping the patio table for support. "I don't know," he said closing his eyes shaking his head. "I suddenly got this horrible migraine headache that came out of nowhere," he told her. "I certainly don't know why...one moment I was standing here enjoying myself...enjoying what you were doing to me, and the next...well the next I suddenly, well lets just say I felt this sudden horribly painful pounding in my head."

Mike turned facing Jared along with his daughters.

"Sorry to be a sudden party poop here, but I think I'm going to go inside and lie down for a while, see if I can kick this."

"Maybe I should be going," Jared said actually standing up.

"No! Please don't... stay, enjoy yourself. "Don't let me ruin everyone else's fun and excitement," he stated, then turned without another word and headed into the house.

"That certainly was interesting," Jared considered thinking to himself. He would need a lot more time, perhaps a few more opportunities to further explore this, but it did appear as if there were some actual limitations in getting someone to act on an implied thought or suggestion. Perhaps it was easy if the person was of a mind to be open to those, in which case, a prompt, a mild hint in that direction along with the encouragement was enough that a person actually would. If however, a thought or suggestion in trying to force a person to do something that they would never imagine or consider themselves as ever doing was given, it might be found that like what had just happened here, that that persons natural aversion to ever doing such a thing would act as a subconscious block to that, perhaps triggering as it had for Mike, a mental severing of the connection that Jared had established with him, but which had indeed been severed as though cut with a knife the moment whatever barrier in Mike's head had formed.

It was an interesting thought, and one indeed that Jared fully intended to explore further. But at the moment, with the subdued mood that everyone was now in, he wondered if it wasn't indeed time for him to leave.

"Maybe I really should be going," he announced.

"Oh please Jared, not yet!" Both the twins suddenly implored him. "We really were so looking forward to watching you...cum," Jennifer grinned openly. "I so enjoy seeing that," she added.

"So do I", Jan likewise exclaimed suddenly. "Please don't go!"

"I'm sure Mike will be fine Jared," Doreen said chipping in. "And I'll go inside and check on him in a bit here anyway, but we really all were very much enjoying this, and we'd hate to see it end on such a sour note here."

But it was when Jillian stood up out of her chair quickly kneeling down on the grass in front of him, taking his prick within her hands that Jared relented into staying. "Here, allow me, you just sit back and enjoy it. I love doing this myself anyway."

"Hey, I want to help too!" Jennifer said almost immediately, soon joining her sister. Once again Jared wasn't too terribly surprised that neither Jan nor Doreen commented, or suggested doing anything more themselves, obviously content to watch, and quite happily so as they went back to masturbating themselves while the twins began making a game out of playing with Jared's prick, which he quickly grew fond of their doing, and allowed himself to sit back and enjoy their girlish manipulations of his rapidly re-aroused prick.

It wasn't long after that that he felt the first delicious beginnings of his orgasm, informing the twins only moments before he began to climax. Both girls elatedly stroked his prick, their hands entwined over one another as they did so, jacking him up and down excitedly as well as expectantly now. Jared noticed too that even Jan now stood, coming over to stand just behind where the twins still knelt for a better look. Doreen was content to remain where she was, though her view certainly wasn't obstructed, and began cumming herself the moment he did.

"Oh yeah, fuck yeah...here it comes!" Jared shouted pleasurably, and then managed to keep his eyes open as his prick suddenly lurched sending a geyser of his pent up cum cream flying into the air.

The twins giggled happily as it did, stroking his penis, aiming it purposely at one another's breasts, taking copious amounts of his discharge which sprayed against them almost wildly as they took turns waving and still jerking his prick back and forth against one another.

"Whew, that was damn fun!" Doreen said finally collecting herself as had everyone a few minutes later. "But...I probably should go in and check on my husband," Doreen announced, bidding Jared good-bye, but confirming the future appointment they had already made in getting together again. "And I do hope we'll find time to enjoy something like this in the future as well," she added with a wink and a smile, and then left the three girls to see Jared to the door after that.

#

As he drove himself home, he thought through the few bits and pieces that he had managed to put together now finally. Looking back, he also now realized that that "echo connection" as he now termed it, usually occurred only when he was himself imaging a specific thought or idea inside an image of that, and that he also had to be thinking that when he physically and actually touched another person. But it wasn't just that, which brought it about either, he also knew he'd been doing that before, but the echo hadn't always come or been there like it had before now. He wasn't positive yet, he would still have to do a bit more research until he was, but he felt most likely that whoever he did touch while maintaining those thoughts, also had to be mentally picturing something in their own mind as well at the time. Only then did the "thought echo" happen, and only then when he focused on it, much like he did when he first heard the buzzing sound, tuning it to that as he called it, did the connection then complete itself.

It was still only a working theory, one he would have to think on and pursue further.

But Jared was indeed looking forward to that. And there was something else he was now wondering about now as well. He had learned there was something new he could now also do, and he couldn't help but wonder, "Could there be more?"



Mind Fuck Ch. 03



The email came early on the Tuesday morning. yahoo showed it was delivered at three thirty am. I had left the farm around four on the Monday afternoon after we had made tender love twice during the day. We had been speaking on the phone during Monday evening so Guy must have typed it during the night. The mail read:

'Amanda

It has been wonderful having sex with you over the past two days and before in CC, I have enjoyed you. You have a luscious body and you know how to project that in a sexually provocative and attractive way, I adore that as much as I am beginning to adore your approach to sex. I hope you have enjoyed me as much as I have you, so far.

I realise that being as promiscuous as you have with me probably does not come naturally to you. It should, you should work at that. Sex is merely a physical experience just as eating, sleep, bowel and bladder movements, thinking and artistic pursuits are. It is an expression of yourself, not an indication of love. That, as imposed heterosexualism as we discussed at the meeting, is simply a tactic of the religious establishment to encourage conformity to their teachings and provide them with the power to rule others. Man is a creature of sexual need and it should be used as one's emotions suggest, not as others dictate. Monogamy is a crime against us, polygamy is man's natural condition.

We should all seek sexual liberation. It should be our choice, without being made to feel guilty, to fuck or be fucked by anyone we choose, when, where and how we choose. It is our unalienable right and we need to enforce that.

That is how I live my life Amanda, I am a sexual explorer, an erotic adventurer, a free thinker and a humanist. And that, Amanda, is why I am appealing to your sexual intellect for you to join me. I want to explore sexual adventures with you. I want us to go on a journey, a journey of erotic discovery. Yes, I want us to explore our limits. Our limits of sexual experiences and limits of our sexuality.

How?

Well we have started. That Sunday at CC, later in your car and now yesterday. They were early explorations, initial adventures, but they were, as it's said, just our starters for ten, there is so much more to savour, explore, experience and find out.

I don't want to test your limits, I want to take you beyond them. But first we need to find them? Do you know where they are? Are they fucking a stranger, fucking on a first date, letting him rip your knickers, rubbing your own tits as he watches? Are they letting him fuck you from behind, having him lick your arse until you are helplessly cumming or wanking yourself in your car when he telephones you later? Are they near or past your limits Mandy, if indeed you have any? Do sluts have limits, isn't being a true slut a high enough rating? It is for me, there can be no finer state of womanhood than to be a true slut.

Have you surprised yourself with me? Have you wondered why you have done what we have done? Was yesterday and Monday a surprise? It was different wasn't it, being firstly finger fucked outside then shagged on that massage table? Do you like sex in the open air Mandy, do you like it when and where you might get caught? Was it exciting driving your car with your tits out and wanking yourself in it with your skirt round your waist? 

You gave into me so easily. That was great, but don't feel guilt, don't think it makes you a slut. You are slut without doing anything like that, but you are only the slut of your chosen one or ones. You are not a generic slut, but a very specific one, mine. And you like that don't you? You liked me treating you as a slut, making you bare your tits for me, playing with yourself and then wanking in your car as we spoke on the phone, didn't you? And you'll do that again won't you? You enjoyed being abused, hurt and dominated, you liked being my sub, but you also loved being loved as yesterday? Like me Amanda I think you love it all and want it all.

You have a flexibility of attitude and an openness of mind Amanda that equips you to be, not only my slut, when we want you to be, but also many other things. 

I love your body, I like big tits and womanly curves, I like your thighs and buttocks and, as you have seen I adore your arse. I want to capture, invade and possess it, all of it, as if its mine; your tits, your nipples, your clit, your cunt and your arse Amanda. As much as they are physically yours I want them to become emotionally ours. But as much as I want to ravage your body, I want to own and possess your mind. Yes I want to invade it, your, thoughts, feelings and emotions. I want to know what is between your ears as intimately as I know what's between your legs Mandy. I want both; I want your cunt and arse Mandy, but more than anything my delicious slut I want your mind, I want to possess that and I want to fuck that every way I can. I want to fuck it as I am fucking it now, I am aren't I Mandy, I am fucking you now aren't I, your mind that is not your cunt. That's down to you, your mind is mine, your cunt is ours, let me fuck your mind as you fuck your cunt. You are starting to do that aren't you, just as my words are starting to shag your brain? Are you touching yourself yet, have you loosened any clothing or removed any thing? Will you masturbate, have you, are you?

I will see you and have you again, very soon my wantonly gorgeous slut.

In lust and in need of your mind

G

I was amazed. I was also impressed and I have to say pleased, in a way. It surprised me that a man of such academic leanings would even think, let alone write so graphically about sex; I had always thought that big minds occupy themselves with important and serious topics, not sex, but then, I suppose, what is that if not important and serious?

I also felt a sort of relief. In many ways I agreed with what Guy was saying about sex and love. I had worked out in my mind that they were not intrinsically linked, but I had not been able to define their relationship. Guy was explaining there was none. I also agreed that we should have more sexual and sexuality liberation, after all the Scandinavians manage it.

But going on a journey, what did that mean? Where would we go, how would it be acted out? Did that matter though? Did I need to know? After all I had done things with Guy that I had never done with anyone else and would never have thought I would do, so why bother about rules. I trusted him and I was fascinated by him. Yes that was the word, it wasn't love it was fascination and that I was beginning to see was far more powerful. I had never masturbated myself in a car at night in the country for a man I loved, but I had with one that fascinated me.

The sheer idea of the journey was a turn on. He was a turn on, everything about him was. All we'd done so far, as extreme as it was had been a turn and, of course this mail was as well. No one, not even the men and women I'd met in chat rooms just after I'd parted from my husband had written anything like this to me. I enjoyed the way he combined sophisticated phrasing with totally basic words, the way he wrote about him fucking me and how he described my cunt. Few can get away with using such words, but Guy could.

The mail intrigued me, it excited me and yes, like Guy, it fascinated me, aroused me and turned me on. I masturbated and then returned to my PC. I logged into yahoo, went to mail, pulled up his mail, read it again, pressed reply, typed and then pressed send. I had typed just one word.

'When.' 

I was surprised to get an almost instant reply.

'Good, I am pleased, the journey starts here, undress.'

I smiled.

'Can't my daughter is here, sorry.'

'Can you come here tomorrow?'

'Yes, what time?'

'Early afternoon, say two?'

'That would be fine, anything else?'

'Obviously don't wear much, lol, maybe stay the night too. Yes?'

'That would be nice.'

"Mum, I'm just going round to Carla's, I'll be an hour or so is that Ok?" Sara, my daughter said.

"Of course darling."

I took my tennis top, skirt and bra off and zipped up the track suit I'd been wearing from playing tennis.

'My daughter has gone out,' I typed.

I had, as they called it cybered before. I'd had a busy web period after I parted from my husband. Chat rooms were popular then and I had found them to be a nice diversion and also a useful aid to masturbation and relieving the frustration of being a single again woman.

The previous times had not been as intense as this one though. When we finished I did feel slightly guilty for the scene was pretty sordid. I was laid back in the leather office chair, the track top was unzipped and my tits were bare. There were red marks on them where Guy had told me to pinch myself with my fingernails, my tracky trousers were round my ankles andboth of my hands were buried deep between my legs.

I had no idea what to expect as I drove up the M11 once again the next day. It was very warm so I had done as instructed and not worn much. Just a cornflower blue, mid calf length, loose dress with panties. No bra. The top was scooped quite low and there were two, roughly one inch wide shoulder straps. I wore a string of large pearls, false of course, round my neck; they came down to near my nipples and bobbled over my boobs as I moved, but then a lot of other stuff also bobbled as I moved; I hope he was being truthful when he said he liked my big tits!

As he'd told me to I rang when I had parked my car in his reserved place, parking was always at a tremendous premium in Cambridge.

"Ask Perkins, he'll meet you when you park the car, he's the old chap who brought the food when you were here before, remember?"

"Oh yes, right."

"He'll show the way to my meeting room."

Perkins did as Guy had said and directed me up a different set of stone steps into the old college. I went into the large, again old fashioned and rather tattily furnished room, which I couldn't help contrasting to Guy's farm, which was beautifully designed, decorated and furnished. 

Guy had said that he was finishing something and had suggested I have a glass of wine "Just to get you nicely relaxed" he'd said. I'd smiled back and muttered into the car's hands free phone system.

"Who says I need relaxing?"

"We all do always Mandy, you know that."

I'd been there ten minutes or so and I was half way through the glass of wine that I had found in the fridge just as he had said, but then everything seemed to be that, just as he said. Even now sitting in his stuffy, hot meeting room wearing just my dress and panties with mid height heeled pumps, I could feel his presence, even though I hadn't seen him and had no idea where he was. Already I could feel myself coming under his spell. I could feel my sexual inhibitions fading away, just as they had the first time I had been to Corpus Christi College with him and just as they had at his farm the other afternoon. 

But I was getting edgy, I finished the wine and looked at my Cartier watch that I hadn't really meant to wear for it is a bit flash and very Essex: I had been there twenty five minutes. I poured another glass of wine a smaller one and sipped that impatiently looking at my watch as I wandered round the room that was littered with piles of books and files. It was now over half an hour. I was getting a little annoyed, yet at the same time, oddly, aroused as well. I looked at myself in the glass door of a large book filled cabinet. My nipples were clearly erect. I knew the bastards would b, they always let me down. I felt shivery and I had goose bumps on my arms. 'Fuck' I said to myself 'If he can do this when he isn't even here' I left that unfinished as my mobile rang.

"Come down the corridor Amanda, the one where you went to the bathroom and come into the room that is two doors past that. Ok?" Guy said, making me throb with expectancy and excitement at hearing his voice.

"Yes of course," I gabbled.

"It's my bedroom," he added, making me nearly gag on the wine I was finishing.

My mind was filled with the beautiful memories of the afternoon, evening, night and next morning at his farm as I walked towards his bedroom. I was going to his bedroom, I was going to bed with him, I kept repeating silently.

I knocked on the door assuming he would open it, maybe naked I thought smiling at the vision it conjoured up, going even further as I pondered as to whether he might also be erect.

"Come in Mandy," he called out. I turned the round, wrought iron handle, pushed the heavy oak door open and walked in expecting to see Guy waiting to greet me. He wasn't. The room was laid out like a typical hotel room only much larger; a short corridor leading from the door to the main part of the room with a bathroom off that to the left. I walked down the short corridor wondering why he hadn't greeted me or come to meet me. As I reached the end of the corridor and was able to see the entire room I saw that he was sitting up in bed, with the sheet round his waist, his hairy chest nicely bare. I was just about to say hello when something moved in the bed on the other side of Guy and he said.

"Of course you know Gayle don't you Mandy?"



Mind Fuck Ch. 04



Seeing your boy friend in bed with another woman must be one of the most traumatic sights for anyone. When he's with someone who you thought was a friend, it's even worse. And my 'boy friend' was most certainly in bed with another woman and that woman, Gayle, was supposed to be my friend. I almost burst into tears and wanted to turn and rush out, but something stopped me and that something was as bizarre as anything I had experienced in such a situation.

Getting out of bed naked, Guy walked over to a table with drinks, glasses and an ice bucket on it. He was at least semi erect.

"Sorry to keep you waiting Mandy," he smiled "I was just finishing something."

Gayle sat up, the bedclothes falling away from her small breasts. Seeing me, she pulled them up to cover herself.

"Guy, what's going on?"

"I told you Amanda came in on Sunday evening didn't I?"

"Yes," Gayle said looking every bit as I felt, surprised and upset. "So?"

"Well you know my views on such things, I thought it would be nice for all of us to get together. You don't mind do you Gayle? I mean we have er sort of been there before haven't we?"

"You could have told me, warned me," she said again looking at me, standing in the middle of the room like a lemon or, as the phrase came into my head, 'a spare prick at a wedding.

"Hi Mandy, how are you?"

I came close to telling her to go fuck herself and not to mess around with my boy friend, but before I could, Guy came over to me, slipped his arm round my waist, kissed me on my cheek and whispered.

"Don't be jealous, remember what I said about polygamy?"

He handed me a glass of champagne, which I sipped realising that it wasn't really her fault. I had been pretty sure when I saw them together on that Sunday that they were, or at least probably had been, lovers. I suppose my thoughts were clouded by those typical girly hopes of a man being faithful to her, especially after the wonderful day and night we had just had at the farm.

"I'm fine Gayle and you?" I said, rather coldly I think

"Great luv," she said as Guy walked over to the bed, bent over flashing his gorgeouse arse at me and handed her a glass of champagne. She seemed to beam up at him and said, huskily, "Thanks darling," glancing away from Guy to me as if to emphasis the point that, probably he had just fucked her.

We'd been acquaintances, rather than friends for some time, having worked together in an ad agency; she was a superb and very thorough researcher. Knowing my interest in such topics as humanism she'd invited me to a luncheon at Pembroke College, Cambridge a few weeks ago and had introduced me to Guy, a professor of Humanities at the university, in fact one of the youngest. He and I had chatted for quite some time; I'm an absolute sucker for intelligence. I'd once told Gayle at a boozy hen do from the agency where we were both working at the time that the quickest way for a man to get my knickers off was being highly intelligent. She'd never forgotten that and often reminded me about it even, at the recent luncheon running her hand across my bum causing me to ask what she was doing and she replied 'Just checking they are still on.' Guy's looked on in amazement as she did that. Feeling the elastic she said, "Yep all in place," then paused before adding as she looked from Guy to me and back again "Well so far."

After the lunch, we had gone to a meeting just outside Cambridge of what Gayle called a 'free thinking group "Guy's the lead speaker," she'd explained. I'd asked what topic he would be talking about and she explained they were never told until the meeting started. I have to admit that my knickers nearly came off under their own volition when Guy gave his talk to the forty or so audience. It was so beautifully composed and delivered that his intelligence and huge intellect shone through even though he was talking about how he believes that we are all bisexual and that is man's natural state. He had seemed to look at me a lot as he talked and I felt as though he was delivering it just to me, as if I was the only member of the audience; I believed every word he said. I was falling under his spell.

I fell more under it when he asked me to give him a lift back to his rooms. They were in Corpus Christi College, which was founded in the mid thirteen hundreds, and I went in for something to eat. I really am generally very well behaved when it comes to dating and men. I don't' do one nighters, I don't go far on first or early dates and I don't fall easily for men I meet; it takes some time for me to get to know them and even longer to feel relaxed enough to have sex of any level with them.

It amazed as well as shocked and made me terribly guilty then to find myself doing things with him that I would have felt were extreme had I done them with a man I had been seeing for months let alone hours.

Things like standing in front of him and pulling my halter neck top down so he could see my breasts, playing with them as he looked on, undressing down to my thong, feeling exhilarated when, instead of removing that when it was time for him to fuck me, having him rip it, leaving the torn garment dangling as he screwed me from behind. 

That had just been the start of his mind power over me and we had done other things that I would never have thought possible in such a short, barely two week relationship. I was becoming his to do with as he wanted, his slave almost I suppose and certainly his submissive. He emotionally and mentally abused me, he had hurt me leaving both bite, suck and pinch marks on my breasts, thighs and buttocks. He called me, affectionately I think, his slut. Guy was totally sexually free and liberated and had no hang ups as far as I could see.

"Look relax Mandy, be cool everything's fine," he was saying topping my glass up again and standing dangerously close to me given his nudity; it made me tingle to be so close and to have his gorgeous cock, even if it had probably been in my friend just a few minutes ago, so close to my hand. Despite being pissed off at him, it took all my resistance to stop myself reaching out and gripping his half erect cock.

"Come and sit with us and let's talk, we're all friends aren't we?"

I let him lead me over to the bed.

"I'm going to the loo," he said turning away and walking out.

"Sorry Mands," Gayle said.

"For what?"

"Well being here, I suppose, I didn't know he was going to do this."

"Neither did I," I replied becoming acutely aware of her nudity under the thin sheet as I sat on the edge of the bed beside her.

Gayle is far from being a beauty. Her largish, slightly hooked nose, overly pointed chin and small eyes ensure that. Also she doesn't make the best of herself. She usually has her mousy hair in a pony-tail, she wears glasses and is by no means a stylish dresser. However, she has a great body. She's slim, around five eight tall, with long, long legs, and a great arse, both of which most of us would show off in short skirts and tight trousers; not her though, she's more baggy jeans and ankle length skirts. 

With her laying in bed, naked, I could see the outline of her breasts and legs under the sheets, she was not wearing her glasses and she had her hair down, she looked more attractive and certainly more sultry than I had ever seen her.

"I assume you knew or Guy told you about us?" She asked.

"No, nothing."

"Well that's him, he looks at sex and relationships differently to most people."

"How do you mean?"

"Well he is different to anyone I have ever known and he looks at life and most aspects of it differently as well."

"Yes I'd sort of gathered that."

"That's what make him so fucking fascinating isn't it?"

"Yes I suppose it is, and that bloody stare of his."

"Jesus yes," Gayle giggled, when he turns that on, I've just had it."

"He seems to be able to control me, see right into my mind and know what I am thinking, if you know what I mean."

"I do know exactly what you mean," she said as I felt her leg under the bed clothes touch me.

Guy came back, still naked, but now flaccid; he still looked good.

"Sorry about that, but when you gotta go you gotta go," he said standing beside me. "Sorry to surprise both of you but you know me."

"Yes Guy we do," Gayle said reaching up from the bed and holding his hand. 

"Still dressed Mandy, I see," Guy muttered looking from Gayle to me. By their glances, they seemed to be saying something to each other, but I couldn't make out just what. He took my hand and pulled me up so I was standing beside the bed looking down at Gayle

"Yes Guy," I replied glancing at him and then looking at Gayle, trying to indicate without saying 'not in front of her.'

"Oh don't worry Amanda, Gayle won't mind, will you?" He said reaching down, gripping the top of the sheet and then almost, as if in slow motion, pulling it away from her so that my friend lay there completely naked right in front of me just a few feet away. She didn't move or, as they say, blink an eye lid. I saw that she had nicely shaped boobs to go with the long legs and pert bum.

"No Guy," she mumbled as I looked at her naked body. I could see that as I'd been several times, she was falling under his spell, he was starting to direct and control her. But then, as his hand reached down and flittered across her chest, the back of his fingers rubbing across her nipples, which seemed to burst into life, he turned his gaze on me. His ice cool, blue eyes fixed on mine, he stared deeply at me, a slight, quizzical smile on his lips. I felt myself, going, giving in and falling under his spell.

"So Mandy, we're all friends here, almost all lovers really, aren't we?"

I could hardly speak, I was choked up, embarrassed and hugely aroused. I could only stammer yes.

"And soon Mandy we might be mightn't we?"

"What?"

"All be lovers."

At first, I couldn't believe what he was saying, but then I guess I did. It was so Guy and it had, I suppose been on the cards since I'd walked into the room. I didn't reply, though and was relieved that Gayle didn't say anything either.

I felt Guy moving closer to me. One of his arms came round me and held my waist and with his other hand he pulled my long, wavy, chestnut coloured hair away from my neck and kissed it. That sent a little shiver through me. His other arm then also slithered round me and he cupped both of my breasts in his hands. I sighed with the pleasure and excitement of the gesture. He squeezed and lifted my boobs and his forefingers and thumbs found my nipples in the thin dress and he pinched them.

"No Guy," I groaned feeling him pressing against my bum; it felt as though he was erect, I was amazed.

"Why not Mandy?" He asked totally ignoring me and continuing to stroke and rub my breasts.

"Because er, um, we're not alone," was all I could think of saying.

"Of course we're not Mandy, there are three of us and that's the point," he went on sliding his fingers down the front of my dress right onto my breast confirming that I wasn't wearing a bra. "Mmmmm, good girl," he whispered finding and pinching my hardened, naked nipple. He kissed my neck again, continued squeezing my breasts and nipples and he pressed himself more firmly against me telling me for sure that he was hard. 

I had my eyes closed, I was embarrassed to look at my friend, largely because she was naked, but then it was also because of that reason that I couldn't look at her. I couldn't understand why, in fact I couldn't understand a lot of what was happening.

"Come on Mandy," Guy whispered.

"What?" I asked.

"I think it's time for you to be undressed, don't you Gayle?"

"Yes Guy," I heard my friend reply. I couldn't work out why she said that.

I felt Guy's hands leaving my breasts and neck and slipping down both sides of my body. He took hold of the hem of my dress and slowly, teasingly and temptingly started to lift it upwards; past my knees, onto my thighs, along my upper legs and across my panties. I could feel Gayle's eyes on me and that seemed to add to the excitement of the situation. I knew it shouldn't, but it did. I opened my eyes and I saw that her gaze was riveted on my body. She looked up and our glances caught, she smiled, it looked as if it was a smile of reassurance, I smiled back, but don't know why or what I meant by it. The dress travelled past my waist, up my chest and then over my breasts exposing them to Gayle's view and Guy's hands.

"Take it off Amanda," he whispered as the dress and my hair got tangled. "Show me your body Mandy, let me see it."

I was in a turmoil, a massive conflict, I didn't know what to do, but I knew what I wanted to do and what I wanted to happen and that was be fucked by Guy, whether Gayle was there and watched or not.

He cupped my naked breasts, repeating the gesture of lifting them and then pinching my nipples between his fingers and thumbs, but this time much harder. It made me jump and gasp at the shock of the sharp pain. He took one hand away and pulled on the dress, trying to get it over my head, I helped him and it came off. I was there in front of Guy and beside Gayle just in my tight, white, satin and lace thong and mid height heeled pumps. It made me feel excited as his hands ran over my body with Gayle's eyes following them.

"Come into bed with us Mandy," Gayle suddenly said.

Immediately, without even thinking, I looked at Guy. I guess I was asking his permission I suppose.

"Yes come on," he said taking my hand, walking me round the bed to the other side and indicating to me to get in. I did. He followed me onto the bed and I lay between them. I was incredibly nervous, but also I was tingling with excitement tinged with apprehension of what was going to happen. They both turned onto their sides facing me where I lay on my back. We all had our legs covered by the sheet up to just above our knees, but the rest of our bodies were naked. 

Both Guy's and Gayle's legs were touching mine, Gayle took hold of my hand as Guy reached up and cupped my breast. He leaned over and kissed me still caressing my boobs as Gayle squeezed my hand. I was receiving stimulations everywhere, both physical, but more and more emotional as well. 

I didn't know how to respond properly. I desperately wanted to be with Guy, I was captivated by him, transfixed and fascinated by him. All the time I was with him, I wanted him. I wanted to touch and be touched by him, kiss and hold him, feel his cock in my hand and against my body and have him caress me any and everywhere. I was his to do with as he wished. Fuck me, have oral sex with me, make me suck him and, if he wanted as I suspected, no knew he would soon, have full anal sex with me. I knew he liked my arse and he had made me cum very strongly in Corpus Christi College simply by using his tongue on me there. I equally knew that if he wanted to take me there, I would let him, despite me not really being a big fan of full anal sex. I was falling totally under his spell and control. When I was with him I was becoming his subservient, his slave, I guess, maybe his slut. I hated to admit it to myself, but I had enjoyed him abusing and demeaning me, even giving me the pain of strongly pinching and pulling my nipples and of him leaving red marks from his fingernails and teeth. On the other hand, I also adored that afternoon, evening, night and next morning at his farm when we had such, tender, caring loving sex. He was certainly versatile, maybe that was part of the attraction, I didn't know. I did know, though, that being in control and making me, and presumably many other women, Gayle included, submit to his will was his thing, his turn on. That was fine, I was beginning to see that pleasure and excitement could be mine from that, but why Gayle? Why was she here? What was his kick, his purpose? Then it hit me. It was controlling and dominating two women at once? Jesus some aspiration. And of course I was wondering just what parts Gayle and I would be required to play, for I had little doubt that both of us would do as Guy directed.

I was surprised when I felt Guy moving. He wiggled away from me and positioned himself kneeling between Gayle's and my legs, which were touching and were nearly, but not quite intertwined. Surprisingly, he was soft, but then his penile movements were a source of constant amazement to me.

"Lie on your side Amanda, facing Gayle," he said putting his hand on my hip and pulling me so that I was facing my friend. We were just a foot or so, no not even that, apart. She smiled at me, I smiled back. Was I relaxed? Was she? What was going to happen? What was Guy going to make us do? I had no idea, but I was so involved with him and the power he had over me that I knew I would go along with what he ordered.

"Remember, my talk the other week in Grantchester, ladies?"

"Yes," we both whispered, recalling the twenty minute or so speech he had given to the free thinking humanist group. His main proposition had been that man is a naturally bisexual animal and that most of us only remain hetero due to societal, particularly religious, conditioning. 'Without that' he'd suggested 'We would all have same gender sex quite naturally.'

I began to see what this was all about as presumably Gayle, who I had often thought might be bisexual, in the old fashioned way I had always thought of the word, also did.

"Just relax," Guy was saying as he reached forward and cupped one of my and one of Gayle's breasts. We both looked at his hands on our own and our friend's boobs. It was a hugely erotic and massively intimate situation. His knees moved further up the bed so that they were pressing against our upper legs. We were becoming one tangled mass of threesome flesh. I pressed back against his hand and guessed Gayle did as well.

He started squeezing and caressing our breasts; both of us made little whimpers as he pinched our nipples into full erection. Gayle's and my glances kept catching and we would smile and raise our eyebrows a little. Her mouth was slightly open and I saw her tongue run along her top lip; she was obviously becoming as aroused as I was. 

Then, as we were staring into each others eyes his hands left our breasts. I felt disappointed, I didn't want that. I wanted him to caress me more, I loved the sensation of his hands on my breasts. He leaned forward and kissed Gayle and then me as he put his hands on our shoulders. He kissed us again and ran his hands down my arm and presumably down Gayle's too. He moved his head away and straightened his back a little letting his hands slide from our arms onto our hips. Reaching further round us he gripped our bums, leaned forward at the waist and again kissed us, this time deeper, using his tongue and longer. I couldn't stop myself reaching out for him and was again amazed when I grasped his completely flaccid cock. As I was stroking that so Gayle's hand fell on mine; we looked at each and smiled.

"Ok girls?" He asked.

We both nodded.

He straightened up. We all looked at each other. He took hold of our hands, my right and Gayle's left. Slowly and very purposefully, as if watching a film in superslow motion, he moved our hands up and towards the other. Then I had the most incredible combination of visual, emotional and physical stimulants. He put my hand on Gayle's left breast and her hand on my right breast. He kept his hands on the back of our hands as he looked from me to Gayle and then back several times. As he did that, she and I also looked at each other. We both had intense expressions on our faces and serious looks in our eyes, although there was a small smile at the ends of her lips. I didn't know what to do, but as usual when with Guy it didn't occur to me to object to his direction as, clearly it didn't to Gayle. Still with his hand on the backs of ours I felt Gayle's fingers pressing into the full flesh of my breasts. It was so familiar, so like the hundreds of times a variety of different men had done that. But this wasn't a man, well it was, because just as her fingertips pushed into my boob so mine did into hers. They were being manipulated by Guy. He was caressing our tits by using our hands to do that. Nobody said a word or made any noise as these two amazing gestures continued. We were all silent as Guy controlled both of our hands, both of our breasts and both of our sexual arousals.




Mind Fuck Ch. 04



"Gayle?" I whispered.

"Yes Amanda."

"Oh er, I don't know, I'm sorry."

"Don't be, it's ok," she said quietly, her fingers squeezing my breast her palm cupping it, just as, I realised mine were doing that on hers. And as I realised that I also realised something else, Guy had removed his hands. I was caressing Gayle's breast, I was doing it myself, no one was making me do it and I was enjoying it.

"Oh my god," I breathed, squeezing more firmly.

"Oh yes, oh Amanda."

"That's good ladies, don't stop," Guy said running his hands over our legs and bums. 

We were tense and hesitant, concerned, but excited as our hands experimented on the other's breast and nipples, I simply did what had been done to me so often. My body felt so alive, my breasts were on fire and my skin and flesh were so sensitive to her touch. Guy leaned forward and stroked both of our heads. He ran his fingers into my deep chestnut coloured and Gayle's mousy hair, stroking and pulling it and caressing our heads. I felt a pressure on the back of my head. It made me move forward and I saw that he was doing the same to Gayle and her head was also moving. Both our faces were moving towards each other. They were just inches apart. Guy leaned forward and kissed my lips then Gayle's, mine again and then hers. He licked round both of them and then pushed on the backs of both heads again. Our eyes were locked, we were still squeezing each other's breast as our faces closed the small gap and our lips came together.

"Oh god," I groaned. I wasn't sure whether it was because I felt guilty, I was excited or wasn't sure what to do. We weren't kissing as such. Our lips, though were, touching and our eyes were boring into the others. We were so close I couldn't see anything other than Gayle's eyes. At that moment, she was becoming my world. Her eyes were all I could see, her lips were brushing against mine, her hand was on my breast her fingers gently squeezing it and my hand was filled with her pert boob. Most everything else, other than the vague feel of Guy touching and stroking me, ceased to exist and Gayle became my total focus. All my upbringing and conditioning went out of my mind; male and female differences vanished, satisfying some urge, something she was creating or Guy was manipulating, became my objective. I remember thinking, as I felt Gayle's lips moving and as I involuntarily opened mine, that Guy was right in what he had said at that meeting, it just didn't matter. Tenderness was tenderness, eroticism was eroticism, sex was sex, arousal was arousal and sexual satisfaction was sexual satisfaction irrespective of whether it was with your own or the other gender. He was right, I acknowledged as our lips pressed together in the firmness now of a passionate kiss, we are all bisexual really.

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Addendum

Some readers may have noted that I submitted the first four parts of this story at the same time. There are another four parts that are written, but not published. Any advice as to whether I should publish these in one go or spaced apart would be most appreciated.

Thanks

Amanda 



Mind Fuck Ch. 05



The majority of feedback were in favour of individual postings, so here is the next. The rest are written so if you can't wait mail me and I'll send you your own copy!

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I was becoming used to Guy, well in some ways. I was starting to understand how he worked. Nobody got close to him, especially women and, so it seemed, particularly me. Emotionally that is for I certainly was becoming and had been several times now, very close to him physically. I mean can you be closer to a man than have him give you an orgasm when you are fully dressed, simply by turning you round, bending you over and licking your bum hole until you cum? But after that and after other similar instances, him cumming in my mouth and then us kissing and exchanging the cum I hadn't swallowed for instance, he shut down. He turned off as if we hardly knew each other. It was as if the physical closeness exhausted him and stopped him being the same emotionally. He never used pet names -- babe, luv, darling or honey -- he never made any reference to love or affection. Yes, he used compliments but they were always about the physical aspects of the relationship; my body, my tits, my arse and my cunt, yes that's how he always referred to ir, he didn't believe in such vanilla terms as pussy or fanny; how we had just had sex, his cock and what he was going to do to me. He didn't mention the future, he never talked about where our relationship might go or what he hoped for. He just didn't open up or let me get emotionally close to him.

But then he didn't believe in love, just as he didn't agree with monogamy, being faithful to another person and being heterosexual; to him everyone was bisexual and that together with polygamy were man's natural states.

He was, by an enormous margin, the most intelligent man I had ever met. And I adore intelligence, it does something to me, it turns me on. From the first time I had met him he had aroused me, every time and every moment I was with him. Between making a date and seeing him, which was usually a very short time, when travelling to meet him, he never came to me even though I invited him to my Dockland's apartment, when with him and when travelling home, he never took me, I was turned on, continuously, hugely and permanently. I was like a bitch in heat about him.

He used that. That was his way. He knew the effect he had on me, perhaps that's why he chose me? And he knew what he could do to me. Not sexually, for he would have assumed from the outset with me and with any other woman he selected to have sex with he would do as he wanted, but emotionally. He saw something in me that made him know that he could control me, that he could direct and dominate me, that I would be subservient to him and that I would do as he wished. And so far I had, willingly and eagerly.

Before Guy, I had only had two 'one night stands,' not that either lasted the night. One was when I was a teenager in Ibiza with a gorgeous Swedish boy and the other was just after my divorce came through with a guy of my age I met at a party, who had also just got divorced. Both were rather silly and came about because of sexual need and opportunity. That was not the case with him. I let Guy fuck me the day we met because of two reasons. One I wanted him to and two he totally seduced me. 

On all three occasions I suffered guilt afterwards, surprisingly more with the two straightforward earlier shags than the session with Guy, despite that being more intense and, in many ways more concerning. I did things on my first 'date' with him that I had not done with any other man until I had known them for some time and, even now, I am surprised I did them. I was surprised that I undid the halter neck of my dress and standing before him, got my breasts out and caressed myself as he sat naked, smoking a cigar watching and directing me. I was surprised that I didn't object, but instead enjoyed him sucking my breasts so hard that he left red marks, surprised that I enjoyed the pain of his fingernails sinking into the flesh of my bum and surprised that I didn't pull away when he pinched and pulled my nipples harder than they had been pulled before. I was surprised that I didn't try to stop him fucking me for the best part of an hour as he gave me orgasm after orgasm while he did very little.

I wasn't so surprised on our second liaison, as I now thought of them, and not dates, when he bathed me, massaged me on a bed on his outdoors, rooftop balcony and then made love, or it felt like love, several times during the afternoon, night and next morning.

I knew I was under his control, but it took me time to understand why. It was my fascination for this unpredictable, brilliant, arrogant, self-deprecating, humorous, sexually adventurous, ambitious and creative, free thinking man. I wasn't in love, I was fascinated by him. And in its way, that was far more powerful than the love I had experienced in the past.

I was fascinated by his confidence in: stripping off completely whilst I was still dressed, assuming, no knowing, I would do as he said, expressing his views on bisexuality, polygamy, love and marriage, seemingly having strict control over his erection; not for him letting a mere woman make him hard, he chose when that would happen! It wasn't just those sort of things either. He was an immensely attractive man. In his late forties, he had long, dark hair that had a wave that continuously flopped down his forehead and piercing blue eyes. He had a way of looking at people that was almost hypnotic, his gaze was so intense. He was slim, had a hairy chest, a good body, a sturdy, attractive uncircumcised dick and a great bum. So for me he was intellectually, emotionally, physically and personality attractive and fascinating.

It was, I guess, the combination of all of these factors that had 'stage managed' that incredible afternoon with my friend Gayle. She was a researcher with whom I had worked at an ad agency, but now worked for Cambridge University assisting the professors with preparing their lectures, papers and speaking tours. She had invited me to a luncheon at Pembroke College where she had introduced me to Guy. We had gone on after the lunch to a meeting where Guy gave a talk on the theme that 'bisexuality is man's natural state.' During the lecture to the audience of forty or so he had quite frequently stared at Gayle and me sitting next to each other. That was when I first really noticed his intense stare and felt I was falling under his spell. I gave him a lift back into Cambridge and, unusually for me, for I had earlier said to Gayle 'I don't do one nighters' I had gone to his rooms in Corpus Christi College and had a 'one nighter,' well a fuck on a first meeting with him. That was the start.

Visiting those rooms again a few weeks later and finding him in bed, naked with Gayle had been a surprise and a shock. Of even more surprise and shock was that no more than fifteen minutes after entering his bedroom I was also naked, I was in bed and I was touching Gayle's breasts as she touched mine. He had turned us on our sides facing each other and had then pushed our faces together until we kissed. It was a momentous moment that was manipulated and manoeuvred by him, but experienced and enjoyed by all of us.

We were all on the bed, he and Gayle were naked I was just wearing my panties; a high fronted, white satin thong that was cut acutely at the legs meaning that close attention to one's bikini line was essential. I had recently taken to trimming my tawny thatch into a neat 'landing strip' of pubic hairs, which clearly exposed my lips, so I was fine.

Gayle and I knew we were, but could do nothing about, being manipulated by Guy. The kiss was was soft and gentle at first; we were exploring and experimenting. We savoured the softness, the taste and the smell of each other with our lips and tongues and the smoothness and roundness of the others breasts with our hands. As our lips got used to each other and we as women became accustomed to what we were doing, so the kiss became more intense. Our lips parted, our mouths opened, our tongues explored and we squirmed our faces together. Our hands left the others breast and went round their body. We cuddled each other and our bodies moved even closer so that our breasts were not being cupped by the others hands, but were being squashed by the others breasts.

"Oh yes ladies, yes," we heard Guy say. 

I opened my eyes and saw him kneeling behind Gayle's shoulder; he was now hard and was stroking himself. I wondered when and how he would join in, for I assumed that was his intention and the main reason he had set this up.

My full double d breasts enveloped Gayle's smaller, probably b cup, boobs and I could feel her hard nipples pressing into my soft flesh. It was an intoxicating situation as the kiss intensified, our inhibitions reduced and our ardour increased. Sex was sex I was beginning to understand irrespective of the gender mix. 

I felt Guy behind me. He reached round me and cupped my breast with one hand and, I noticed with an unexpected surge of excitement, Gayle's with his other. He squeezed both breasts and then pushing them together he rubbed the nipples together. He kissed us both and we alternated our kissing of each other with returning his kisses. His hands roamed all over us finding and pressing my clit and, I assumed Gayle's as well. It made my body jerk and I grunted with pleasure. I kissed Gayle, or was it Guy, even harder. I had hands on me everywhere, my breasts, my bum, between my thighs and on my pussy, but whose were they? Which were Guy's and which were Gayle's? It didn't really matter so I stopped wondering, just gave into the sensations and returned the caresses. 

Guy got between us. He knelt between our legs by our knees, his now fully hard cock standing up ramrod straight; it looked wonderful and I wanted to hold it, but it was out of my reach.

"Are you enjoying it?" He asked us, as he eased my panties down and off, without asking of course. 

We both nodded as our fingers trailed across the others breasts and nipples, his eyes following their path. It really was so amazingly erotic to be touching another woman intimately and have her doing that to me as a man looked on. It was bringing so many things out from me that must have lain dormant all my life. Exhibitionism, voyeurism and of course bisexuality amongst them, but then Guy had also brought out others previously. I hadn't realised fully just what excitement and pleasure I could derive from being abused and demeaned, from being submissive to a dominant man and from him hurting me and leaving marks on me.

As he was saying, "Now do you believe me about as all being innately bi," I was wondering just what else this fascinating man would do to me and bring out in me in the future; that is if he decided we had a future!

"Yes Guy," Gayle said kissing my cheek, "I certainly do, I have wanted to do this Mandy for such a long time," she said cupping my boob and lifting it up. She bobbed her head down and licked my nipple. I have had them licked hundreds of times, but never had a tongue felt like that; it was if I had been given an electric shock.

"Oh God Gayle," I groaned grabbing the back of her head and pulling her face against my breast. She kissed me right on my areola and then sucked my engorged nipple into her mouth. It was fantastic. She did that for a few moments, before breaking away, looking me in the eye and arching her back, which made her pert tits stick out. It was a clear invitation; accepting it seemed to be the most natural thing in the world, so I did accept it. Her nipple felt wonderful in my mouth and against my tongue. She stroked my long, unruly chestnut coloured hair as I greedily like a baby fed on her breasts; it was so easy to do, it seemed perfectly normal and it felt right.

Guy was pulling my shoulder. "Lay back, both of you" he ordered. Neither of us, even for one moment, thought of disobeying him, despite the pleasure we were getting and giving to each other and we laid back, Gayle to my left. We propped our nude bodies up on the pillows of the bed and looked from each other to Guy and back again. He again knelt between our legs and once more took hold of our hands, my left and Gayle's right.

"Are you ready?" he asked. I had no idea what for, but like Gayle I nodded. He went on "It's time for the next stage." I still had no idea, but I quickly found out when he moved both our hands. This time he didn't move them towards the others breasts, but towards our pubic mounds. He pressed them down and I felt Gayle's on my 'landing strip' and mine on her fuller thatch of mousy pubic hairs. I jumped at the combination of the sensations.

"Oh God Mandy," Gayle sighed.

"Yes Gayle," I moaned back having no idea what else to say.

We looked at each other. Her eyes were half closed and looked to be misty, from desire or want I imagined. We both wiggled our fingers, we parted our thighs a little and our fingers found the others warm, wetness. It was familiar of course from masturbating, but at the same time so different. We turned on our sides, we kissed, our breasts squashed together and we continued stroking the others lips and pressing the others clit. It was absolute magic.

Guy joined in. His hands were all over both naked bodies; on our tits, our nipples, our bums, between our cheeks and joining ours on the others pussy. Now I really had no idea who was doing what to me and where, just as Gayle could not have known whose fingers were inside her, whose were on her clit and whose mouth was sucking her tits. But it didn't matter, why should it? After all we are all innately bi aren't we?

*

I didn't hear from Guy for quite some time after having sex with Gayle and him; he didn't bother with the niceties of keeping in touch. The only times I heard from him by phone, text or mail was when he wanted me. That was fine by me. I wasn't after any more from him. I was, I admit, fascinated by him, but I didn't want to develop a relationship deeper than what we had, probably because I was frightened. And what we had was a sexual relationship. An intense sexual relationship, an odd one, an extreme one and a hugely experimental one, but in the end simply a sexual one. A sexual one where he manipulated me, directed, controlled and dominated me; where he somewhat abused me, demeaned me a little, treated me like his slut, took me way out of my comfort zone, extended my boundaries by miles, taught me, helped me open up and find things out about myself and one where I was his to do with as he pleased. On top of that it was an anonymous relationship. The only common link between us was Gayle and she knew none of my current friends and played no part in my life. So Guy was a totally separate compartment of my life that I could open, go into, do as I wished then leave when I wanted, well to be more accurate, when he dismissed me. In that compartment I could be who I wished and act how I wanted and with him that was so different to any way I had behaved with other lovers previously. I readily admit I gave myself totally to him; with Guy there could be no other way, it was his way or no way. And his way was not just dominating me physically, but also mentally and emotionally; yes Guy didn't just fuck my body he fucked my mind as well.

I had never been sexually promiscuous. When single I had generally been faithful to the boy I was dating at the time and when married to Kevin for thirteen years I had only been unfaithful with one man. Alright that had been a six month affair, but there were reasons for that. Since the split some five years ago and the divorce just over three, I had been more active. But then adjusting to single life in your late thirties with the tremendous social changes that had gone on since I had last been 'in play', was very difficult. I may have misjudged things somewhat, for I did, I guess, put it round a little too much for a while after the divorce became final. I had recovered from that though in the last couple of years and had even had a nine month period of celibacy. 

I didn't know what I wanted from life. I knew, however, I didn't want to live with or become emotionally entangled with a man. I didn't want my daughter to have a series of 'uncles' and casual sex simply made me feel awful, afterwards that is, and full of remorse and guilt. So I had for the past couple of years been very careful with my relationships in general and sex in particular. I guess masturbation had become my favourite hobby, well after golf that is.

This was due in part, I thought, to me not having a particularly high sex drive. Reading in books and papers and talking to girl friends had hinted to me that my need for sexual gratification was lower than the norm. During my years with Kevin, however, I didn't recall turning him down very often and I certainly wasn't a frequent sufferer from 'bedtime headaches,' in more ways than one, I just went with the flow! Nevertheless, since the split I had sometimes gone weeks and months without sex, occasionally not even masturbating.

In some ways this made my relationship with Guy even stranger. I mean if a sexually reasonably respectable, forty something year old mum and businesswoman can so easily go without sex, why get mixed up with such a sexual maverick as Guy? There was no answer to that. As equally, there was no answer to why a relatively sexually reserved woman would do the things I had with him, where there was no future for a relationship. Was that perhaps the key? Was it that I didn't need to make a commitment, that I wouldn't get that involved and that Guy wanted nothing more from me than sex? Was it that and a need that he had brought to the surface in me to experiment and test myself, extend my boundaries and satisfy my intellectual curiosity about sex and sexuality. I thought that the answer might lie there somewhere, a little like Belle de Jour really!

"Friday ok Mandy?" He said down the phone on a Tuesday afternoon about three weeks after that afternoon and evening with Gayle.

"Er actually Guy, it's a little difficult," I replied without thinking, as I had a golf match.

"Little difficulties are sent to try us Amanda, not fuck up relationships you know," he said sternly and pointedly.

"What time do you want me," I replied lamely.

"I'll text you later and you can stay the night."

"Oh shit Guy, that is er........"

""That is what?" He chimed in.

I was going to say impossible for Sara was coming home for the weekend, but decided against it, quickly working out that I could get her to go to her friend Daisy's house until late morning when I could collect her.

"It's fine."

"Ok I'll text later with what you need to do."

Gayle called me the next day. She explained that she was in town the next day and perhaps we could meet. I thought of suggesting that she come to my apartment, but didn't. The idea of being alone with her slightly worried me. I thought she might try something on and I was worried about being tempted. Instead we met at a bar just outside Liverpool Street station where her train from Cambridge would arrive.

We had coffees and chatted away as if nothing had happened between us, on the surface that was, for underneath my, hopefully, controlled exterior I was as nervous as hell. I couldn't help looking at her, dressed very casually in a white tee shirt, dark blue vee necked sweater and jeans, and recalling her naked body in Guy's bed. As she slumped back in the leather chair my mind recalled her lying back on the bed her small tits glaring at me, her nipples hard and pointed. As she picked up her coffee cup or sliced her chocolate cake I looked at her hands and fingers and remembered them on my breasts and nipples, on my clit and inside my pussy, no not pussy, Guy insisted on using the more appropriate words, inside my cunt.




Mind Fuck Ch. 05



"You ok?" She suddenly asked.

"Yes, yes, why?"

"You look a little flushed."

"Let's walk a bit shall we?"

We strolled into Bishopsgate, wandered around a little and found ourselves in Finsbury Square. We sat on a bench in the middle near the grass.

"We need to talk Gayle."

"Yes I know," she replied sounding as nervy as I felt.

We skirted round the core issue for a while but then opened up and we told each other everything.

Gayle had first had sex with Guy a year or so ago. The fling only lasted a couple of weeks and since then nothing until, as she put it, "He'd made a play for you. You did have sex with him after that meeting didn't you?" I admitted it I had, but gave no details. She went on. "That seemed to make him more interested in me and he asked me round that afternoon, I had no idea he'd invited you as well. But when you look as I do Mands and you have a chance of someone like Guy, what can you do?" 

I smiled at that. We chatted on a little more again skirting around the subject of what we did together until she said. "You were alright with everything weren't you?" I said that I was although it was new to me and asked if it was to her. Gayle said that she had for years as she termed it "Messed around with girls." I pondered on that for a while, before asking, "Do you er, um usually oh, never mind."

"No tell me, I don't mind."

"I mean is it usually with a man there?"

She smiled and putting her fingertips on the back of wrist said quietly. "Sometimes luv, but sometimes just the two of us."

I went hot all over as she said that and looked deep into my eyes. 'Was she trying to pull me?' I suddenly wondered I recalled her making me cum with Guy and I imagined myself naked with her in my bed, just the two of us. She smiled.

"Maybe you should try it sometime?"

I didn't know whether I could do that. I had overcome the issue of her and Guy bringing my bi side out. I believed his thesis on sexuality, but wasn't sure how I would react to being alone with any woman including Gayle and having sex with them. It somehow felt less lesbian with the 'respectability' of a man present.

Although Gayle had made me cum a couple of times with her fingers on and up my pussy and with her mouth and hands on my breasts, as indeed I had to her, Guy was in attendance all the time. He was involved completely, after all he was our controller. He was continually touching and caressing both of us, kissing us, getting his fingers up us, pressing his erection against us and letting us hold that. He had fucked both of us. By fuck in that sense I meant put his cock up us, surged and thrusted a few times and then changed over. To my recollection he didn't cum at all. But he did make both of us cum, Gayle first I recalled recognising his wish to humiliate me a little.

She and I were lying on our sides in each other's arms, our breasts squashed together when it happened the first time, although I had been very close several times since getting onto the bed with them. Our tummies were touching, our mouths squirming and our legs were intertwined pushing our pubic mounds together. I saw Guy get behind her and I felt Gayle bending and lifting her leg, pulling it up and resting it on my hip. My fingers were on her pussy and I felt him pushing against it. It was a strange sensation to have his cock pushing past my hand up inside Gayle who grunted and shuddered as it filled her. She was moaning and sighing as we kissed, Both Guy and I stroked her small tits and he fucked her from behind. It didn't take long for her slight bodily shudders to turn into near convulsions and her low moans to become deep groans, almost animalistic in tone I thought as I had the awesome experience of a woman cumming in my arms. I was actually kissing her as she reached the peak of her orgasm; it made me feel wonderful.

But then it was my turn. Guy entered me, also from behind. He slid in so easily for I was soaking wet from everything that had been going on. He started to pump as Gayle kissed me and rubbed my breasts. Guy did the same. I was being aroused everywhere. Hands were all over me, I didn't know whose were squeezing my tits, whose were pinching and pulling my nipples, whose were on my clit and who was caressing my bum. I didn't know any of that, but what I did know was that it was Guy's cock buried deep in me and that I was fucking that. But it wasn't just them touching me. I was squeezing Gayle's boobs, pulling and then licking and chewing her nipples, stroking her bum and thighs and kissing her. I was touching Guy where I could from his position behind me, and reaching down between my legs and finding his cock and balls. I hardly knew where my body ended and their's began and I had no idea whether the fingers rubbing my clit and tits were male or female. What that made me realise was that it didn't matter. There was no difference in the sensations I gained between Gayle's fingers and Guy's on my body. Fingers and hands clearly are very bisexual I found.

"Would you like to come to the apartment, you've never seen it have you?" I asked her.

She looked straight into my eyes. "Are you sure, Mandy?"

I averted my eyes from hers, took a deep breath. "Yes Gayle."

We walked to the Bank and got the DLR to Heron Quay station.

"It's only a five minute walk, not worth getting a cab," I said as we walked down the stairs to street level. 

We didn't speak much as we strolled to my apartment complex. I was certainly feeling very, very nervous. I was beginning to realise that it was one thing being 'forced' into a threesome and making love to a woman, but a completely different thing to be taking a woman back to my home with the intent of having sex with her.

We had a drink on the large patio balcony leading from the L shaped lounge with floor to ceiling sliding doors. It was completely secluded and something of a sun trap, so much so that it was there that I was able to get an all over tan; no need for sunbeds when you have a place like that I often thought.

"So Mandy, why did you invite me to your lovely home?" She asked standing holding the rails running round the second floor patio and looking out over the docks to the Thames. I was next to her leaning back on the rails, but then I was used to the view.

I didn't have a ready answer to that. Also I didn't know what to say for I didn't really know why I had asked her. I was confused. 

"I don't know Gayle," I mumbled.

Then, just as Guy did with me, Gayle took command. She turned towards me, put her hand on my the side of my face the furthest away from her, her forearm brushing against my breasts, turned my head towards her and kissed me. As easily, straightforward and blatant as that. I didn't resist or stop her, not even when her hand slipped down and cupped my breasts.

"Was it for this she whispered?" kissing me again.

"I really don't know Gayle, I don't anything it seems since meeting Guy," I groaned back returning her kiss.

"I know what you mean," she smiled breaking the kiss for a moment and slipping her hand inside my top.

Of course we went to bed. Of course we had sex and of course we made each other cum several times. As equally of course we went further, much further than we had with Guy. 

We were on our sides our hands caressing all over the others body. We had already visited each other's pussy and made each other cum by stimulating the clit and shoving fingers inside the other. Gayle rolled on top of me, her small breasts 'vanishing' into my fuller mounds of flesh. We kissed of course and then she manipulated herself so that she was laying between my legs, which I had willingly, probably eagerly even, opened for her. Our mounds were crushed together. By copying the male movements of surging and thrusting, our clits rubbed together and we simulated fucking each other, both of us seemingly having near perfect orgasms. We ended up with my legs wrapped round Gayle's waist, my ankles crossed on her bum.

I made some tea and took that to the bedroom assuming we had finished. I sat on the edge of the bed as we drank the tea expecting Gayle to want a shower before dressing and leaving. I was feeling a little uncomfortable; it can be like that for me after any sex, but it seemed particularly so now having a naked woman in bed with whom I had just made love. I finished my tea and put the mug on the glass topped bedside table. To do that I leaned forward. As I did, Gayle put her fingers on my shoulder then slowly ran them down my spine. Down and down they went as I simply sat there enjoying it and thinking is there no end to my new found decadence? I soon got the answer and it was a resounding no!

They reached my buttocks and stopped. 

"Lean forward," she muttered pushing on the back of my shoulder.

I did and her fingers slid beween my bum and the bed.

"Lift up a bit, lean on the table," Gayle said sounding very much like our joint lover, Guy

Her fingers sliding along my lips from the back made me shudder.

"Kneel on the bed, baby," she cooed her fingers slipping slightly inside me. "No not like that as I knelt upright with my back straight."

"How then."

"With your head on your arms."

I hadn't been being sucked and licked from behind on my pussy very often. On my bum yes, but most men I had been with had always wanted to take me orally from the front. Not Gayle though. She took me so totally and completely from behind with her tongue, lips and teeth. Her hands, though were round me on my clit and tits so she most comprehensively sexually ravaged me and, I had to admit, I enjoyed every moment of my first one on one bisexual encounter.

*

"Come to the farm at two on Friday and you will need to stay the night," was all the text said. 'What the hell does need to mean?' I had wondered upon reading it, thinking about it and now as I drove up the M11 with the address of his farm logged into the satnav. It had been warm, but overcast when I left Docklands and the further almost due north I drove towards Cambridge so the weather deteriorated. It got darker and darker and looked as if it was bound to storm.

I was wearing a mid blue, low cut cotton tee shirt. I had felt trendy when I had dressed and had slipped into a pair of black leggings, thick tights really, but ending at the ankles, over which I was wearing a black, fashionable, ridiculously short, mid thigh length dress with buttons from the high collar to the waist that the fashion writers dictated should be left undone. The short skirt was pleated and the top was loose. I knew that the outfit was on the young side for me and was overly fashionable for my assignation I was about to attend, but as I was wearing no underwear I hoped Guy would forgive me if he didn't like the trendy get up.

I arrived dead on time and just as it started to rain. I heard rumbles of thunder in the distance.

"Mmmm, very nice," he said after his housekeeper had shown me into the large sitting room of the beautifully appointed old farmhouse. He had managed to combine old and new exceptionally tastefully throughout the large rambling house and wherever one looked there were features that impressed and were easy on the eye. 

He kissed me after Mary left the room. He pulled the skirt up and stroked my bum. I wasn't quite sure if the 'very nice' referred to my appearance, my bum or that he'd established my lack of underwear; the latter I suspected.

"Come with me" he said taking my hand. He led me upstairs, through the bedroom and onto the patio balcony that was off the bedroom. It was very humid and it had started raining quite hard. We both got wet as he led me across to the area with the canopy. It was where he had massaged me and made beautiful tender love to me the other time I had been here.

"Lay down," he instructed me nodding towards the massage table.

"Front or back?"

"On your front."

It was really pouring and the thunder was now much nearer. I lay there for a moment wondering what was going to happen next. He came round to the front of the table and massaged my scalp, firmly but gently, that was nice. He took my hands and ran them down his body across his cock, which was hard, his balls and thighs. Pulling my arms over the front of the table, he slipped straps round my wrists.

"What?"

"Be quiet," he said tightening the straps and walking round the table. He took hold of my legs and pulled me backwards so my legs poked over the edge and my arms began to straighten. He kept pulling until my waist was at the edge of the table and my feet reached the floor so I was bent over it with my body at ninety degrees. He then slipped straps round my ankles. I was tied up, restrained and totally under his control.

"Guy, what's.." I started to say, before he snarled.

"I told you to be quiet, don't make me tell you again."

I felt a combination of fear, restriction and excitement laying there so helpless. He pushed the tiny skirt up round my waist and then slowly pulled my leggings down until they were mid thigh and all my bum and pussy were on show. It was almost as if it was orchestrated by him for just as my most womanly places were exposed there was an enormous clap of thunder and the sky was lit up by vivid forked lightning. I don't know how he did it, perhaps the canopy was controlled by a motor, but slowly he rolled back and I was exposed to the elements. He didn't say a word, but I heard him walking across the patio and opening the door to the bedroom. I heard it close behind him and realised that he had left me there.

After the enormous claps of thunder and the dramatic forked lightning it had stopped raining, but it was still very hot and humid, just like Florida or the West Indies in the summer months. 

Although I knew that the first floor level balcony was not overlooked and I doubted that it could be seen, well at least the part where I was a 'captive', from anywhere, it was very weird to be laying on the table as I was with my leggings round my knees. I could hear sounds from below as Mary talked to the farm hands and as they discussed what to do about work in the thunderstorm. It had started raining again and quickly I was soaked.

When he hadn't returned after about ten minutes I was really worried. I didn't know what Guy was up to. I guessed this was some form of challenge, a way of humiliating and abusing me to bring me even more under his control. If that was his intentions then it was certainly working; I had never felt as submissive as I did right then, but I had no idea, other than being restrained and tied up, just what I was likely to be forced to submit to.

"Rainwater is so soft and soothing," I heard him say, after another twenty minutes or so. I hadn't heard him return, but realised why when he walked round and stood in front of me. He was naked so his steps would have made no noise. He was also fully erect. "It can soften our skin, Mandy," he went on.

"What can?" I rather stupidly asked?

"Rainwater," he replied running his hand over my naked, soaking wet bum cheeks sliding his finger between them.

"I don't know" I mumbled, feeling confused.

He started fumbling with my clothes. He wiggled the dress up my body and arms so it was bunched round my neck and then did broadly the same with the tee shirt so my boobs were bare and available to him. I was in a totally sexually dishevelled and completely dependent state. My dress and tee shirt were round my neck and my leggings round my knees, which were held apart by the straps restraining me. He had exposed all my female places and was starting to fondle them. I felt disgusted at the state I had let him put me in, I felt ashamed, abused and demeaned, but by god I felt enormously excited and aroused.

"What are you going to do?" I asked pleadingly.

"You'll find out," he grunted from behind me somewhere, the clothes bunched round my neck stopping me from seeing him, even if I could have turned.

His hands were roaming all over my bum and thighs seemingly rubbing the rainwater into my skin. It was still pouring down and thundering and lightning as I felt his fingers in the crease pressing right on my bum hole. The pressure from his finger was relieved for a moment, but then was replaced by his tongue. Although I couldn't see him, Guy had clearly knelt down and was starting to have oral sex with my anus. He had done that before, but never of course when we were both in the open our bodies being washed with the pelting rain. It was still terribly humid and very warm, but the rain was cool and made a big contrast on my bare skin. Even without his tongue probing at my partially opened anus, the situation was sordidly exciting. Me restrained and tied to the massage table, my clothing bunched round my neck, my tits, bum and pussy bare, my legs held open by the straps and the naked, fully erect man kneeling between them. His hands were round my thighs with one set of fingers probing and pushing at my pussy lips the other rubbing my clit as the tip of his tongue opened me up. It was a powerful set of sexual feelings and an awfully sordid situation.

He tongued me there for several minutes adjusting me mentally to anal sex and making my anus ready for what he had planned next.

I'd had full anal sex with Kevin a few times, but had never really liked it much as, fortunately he hadn't either. 'Why fuck a surrogate cunt when there's a real one wet and waiting' he'd said. I agreed, but did like to be 'plated' as he had called as, indeed, I was happy to do to him. I was also relatively comfortable with Guy's next move. I grunted and gripped the edges of the bed as I felt his finger slipping in me. He was right, the soft rainwater did soften things. 

"Oh Christ," I gasped as I felt it sliding up me.

"Don't worry, it's fine," he said starting to move it in and out a little as, at the same time, he slid a finger in two up my pussy. He moved both with the same pace and rhythm and I could feel him pressing the fingers together through the thin membrane separating my two internal passages. That was scary for it made me realise just how delicate is a woman's body and how easy it would be for Guy to do maybe irreparable harm to my insides. As scary as that thought was, however, so exciting and arousing were the feelings and emotions of being finger fucked like this. Nothing remotely like it had happened to me before. The combination of the sheer sordidness of my restrained position with the way he was dominating, humiliating and abusing me and the sensations I was receiving from my back and front passages took me so far beyond my areas of familiarity that it was as if he had invented a new form of sex.

"Oh my God, Guy, yes, yes, yes," I moaned completely forgetting we were on a roof just a few feet from where the farm hands worked and from Mary's kitchen. He didn't seem to care though.

"You're loving it aren't you" he grunted moving his finger faster and deeper up my anus.

"Yes, yes I am."

"And you want more don't you?"

"Yes," I groaned as I felt him push more fingers inside me, my pussy I think, but couldn't be sure as all of my womanly sexual places were seeming to merge into one.

"And you're getting it because you're a slut and a slag aren't you?"

"Yes Guy I am, I'm your slut."

That seemed to please him, although I hadn't thought about what I was saying, the words just came naturally.

He was quite for a while as he finished me off. He more carefully attended to what he was doing by ensuring that he was rubbing my clit at the same time as he pushed several fingers up my cunt and had one buried, I didn't dare to think how far, in my arse. And in that most undignified, but totally thrilling of humiliating positions he made me cum so very, very hard.

*

Surprisingly, I was back at the farm less than a week later; he didn't often want me that quickly again




Mind Fuck Ch. 05



Although it was autumn and the evenings were getting cooler, Guy still liked to have sex outdoors. Occasionally it was in places like near the river, but usually on his roof terrace at the farm. I was getting used to having sex within ear, but not eye, shot of some of his staff, both men and the older housekeeper Mary; none of whom batted an eyelid when they saw me later.

"What's that for?" I asked when he led me from his bedroom onto the roof terrace one sunny afternoon. It was around four and although it was still fairly warm my nudity did feel the slight chill in the air and some goosebumps started.

"Its waterproof and doesn't soak things up," Guy replied picking up the three or four inch thick rubber, I assumed, sort of mattress. It was about three feet wide and six long. We were standing on the beechwood decking without any cover.

I felt alarmed. "Guy we agreed not that."

"Not what?" He asked putting his hand on my face and running it into my hair.

"Water stuff," I said meakly.

"Stroke me Mands," he said pushing himself towards me. I gripped his erection, quite lightly and ran my fingers up and down that.

"Who said anything about pissing, I told you I'm not into that, shit, kids or anaimals, we agreed that."

"I'm sorry," I replied relieved and enjoying his tongue on my nipple and his hand between my legs. "What is it for then?"

"You'll find out, lay down on it." I was quite relieved to hear that, for I was sure that when standing up if someone walked through the first field they would be able to see me on the roof if I was standing.

I did and he walked over to the canopied area. I glanced up hearing him returning and saw that he had a bottle in his hand. He knelt beside me.

"The best almond oil," he said pouring a goodly portion, or so it seemed onto my back. Some of it dribbled over my sided and onto the mattress, clearly illustrating its purpose. He smoothed the oil all over back and bum and into the crease lingering temptingly on my anal hole. I assumed he would finger me there and I opened my elgs a little, but he didn't. He poured more oil onto my legs again smoothing it all over them, occasionally touching, but not lingering on, my pussy lips. Again he didn't finger me there either.

"Turn over."

He repeated the pouring of the oil on my front smoothing, rather than rubbing it onto my body and lingering, but not really caressing my tits, nipples, tummy and thighs.

"Mmmmm you look lovely, your turn now."

He laid on his front and spread his legs wide. I knelt down and saw his big balls hanging down and momentarily wanted to grab and rub them, but doing that sort of thing uninvited or at the wrong time was not a good idea with Guy. Instead I poured what I guessed to be a similar amount on his back that he had poured on mine. That also ran off the side onto the mattress. I rubbed it in a bit loving the feeling of his oiled flesh under my fingers and hands.

"You don't have to massage me, just oil me up," he said in a slightly reprimanding tone. I completed his back and he turned over lying there with his eyes closed and his cock rampantly hard. It looked great; I wondered if I should oil that as well. I poured it all over his chest and, trying to be a bit of a tease, then did his legs leaving his middle parts and, of course, his deliciously appealing cock to last. I poured some on his waist and smoothed that downwards purposefully avoiding his penis, which I noted kept twitching. I rested my fingers on it, my pulse starting to race from the feeling.

"This as well Guy?" I asked in a whisper, still having no idea what this was all about.

"Yes," he replied in an unusually, for him croaky voice.

I poured a goodly amount of the thin oil onto the ridge of his cock watching it ooze down either side onto his hairy stomach and pubes and down the shaft onto his balls. I poured a little more on them and looked at the golden liquid seeping between his slightly parted thighs.

He stood up. He did indeed look a little like the archetypal golden Adonis. He took me into his arms and squirmed his body against mine, the oil on both of them making it feel very slippery. I squirmed back, he writhed, I did the same. My breasts were squashed but slithered across the matted, lubricated hairs on his chest. His cock did the same on my stomach and everywhere our bodies touched the skin and flesh glided against the other.

I began to get it, I think. Maybe it wasn't a massage, possibly the purpose of the oil wasn't, as I had imagined it was, to lubricate my back passage, maybe this was not an anal thing. He turned me round and pulled my head so that was turned almost to him so we could kiss. He squeezed my breasts, the oil seeming to make them hard to grip, but wonderful to have touched. His hands ran up and down my slippery body as he rubbed his slippery chest against my back, his oiled legs against the back of mine and his so smooth cock against my well oiled bum.

It was a series of wonderful and so different sensations. I had never done anything like this before, but then I was experiencing so many new things with this amazing man.

Without a word he removed his tongue from my mouth, let go of me and lay down on his back on the mattress, which I noted was covered in a thin film of the oil. 

"Lay on me," he told me.

I did. He put his arms round me and squashed my breasts against his chest. Again all the squirming; chests, breasts, thighs and of course his cock. His hands gripped the cheeks of my bum and he pulled them open. His finger pressed right against my hole, but he didn't push it in.

"Ever done body to body massage before?" He asked pressing on my bum hole with his finger and kneading the cheek of my bum with his other hand.

"No, never."

We kissed, deeply as we rubbed our bodies together in this strange and new experience for me. I slithered my hands around his body and slid them under hus bum, he lifted up to help me and I grasped his pert arse and squeezed and rubbed that as I ground my stomach and tits against his slippery torso. It really was different and, as far as Guy and my relationship went, it was tender and very intimate. I sat up and let my knees slide either side of his legs just beneath his hips. I reached down and lifted his cock up intending to slip it in me so I could fuck him; he wasn't that keen on me being on top, but I thought it worth a try.

"Not yet," he grunted pushing and pulling my tits, which with the oil seemed to have gained an elasticity. As he pushed them up the nipples almost touched my chin and when he pulled them apart they were almost under my arms.

"Turn round," he told me. I did. He grasped my shoulders and pulled me backwards until I was lying flat on my back on top of him. He reached round and again started rubbing my body; my chest, my tits, my stomach and my thighs. The oil made his hands slither over my skin in what was a strangely erotic way. He pushed both hands downwards as he pulled my face so we could kiss. That was lovely. Both of his hands went down the slight swell of my tummy and past my mound and onto my thighs, which he rubbed for some time slowly pushing them open so my feet were flat on the ground. He pulled me up his body a few inches and then let the tip of his cock press right against my wet and oiled lips. With a tug on my waist and a thrust of his hips his slithery cock surged up me. He fucked me like that. I was quite powerless to do anything other than let my body move in time with his rhythm as he used his hands all over my body. It really was a different and surprisingly sexy way of fucking, but then Guy was showing me so many things like that.



Mind Fuck Ch. 06



My one hundredth Lit submission; maybe time to retire, it's certainly the end of the Mind Fuck series.

Thanks for reading.





'Come to CC at 6 and as usual don't wear much, but wear a dress. You'll be staying the night so a change of clothes is needed?'

I wore a fashionable full length dress. It had a scooped front and short sleeves. It was tight round my bust and waist, but the skirt was slightly flared and flapped round my ankles. It was made from a deep yellow material and had a few buttons from the neckline to the waist, I left one of those undone and didn't wear any underwear, although I had a couple of pairs of panties and a bra together with my toiletries in my overnight bag.

"Very nice, put this on," Guy said after I arrived at his rooms just after six in the evening. It was very warm with hardly a breeze. He was wearing a pair of dark blue linen trousers, brown boat shoes without socks and a short sleeved, white shirt. He had three buttons undone showing some curls of hairs through the gap between the open sides of the shirt, he looked good and pretty cool. However, I did see a touch of grey in the hairs, something I hadn't noticed before. He handed me a scholar's gown. That was made from a light wool material with a heavily pleated back; it was white. It wrapped round my shoulder, had elbow length sleeves and came to mid way between my knees and ankles. It had no fasteners down the front and as I walked to the mirror to check my appearance, it flapped round me. 

"What's this for?"

"We're going to Queen's for a special dinner and we have to wear our gowns," he told me slipping into his which was similar to mine but was made from silk and had a magenta, almost purple, slash round the collar and down the front, which I recalled signified that he was a professor. 

It wasn't much of a walk along Trumpington and across the bridge on Silver Street, but I did feel strange being naked under my dress. We got to Queen's, went through a courtyard into the main building and through a large oak door that was open. He followed me up a flight of narrow stairs, stroking my bum that was swaying inches from his face, and led me down a corridor into a modest sized, about twenty feet square, room furnished in a similar faded elegance style of his rooms at Corpus. It was set up as a dining room with an oblong table, which had two chairs on two sides and one at each end. There was a long oak sideboard on which there were several bottles of wine and array of glasses.

"You can take the dress off now," he said in the matter fact way he had of saying even the most sexually outrageous of things. Seeing that I was naked under the dress he smiled. "That's good Mandy you learn quickly and I like that. Now put your gown back on and stay right there."

He sat down on the chair at the head of the table and rang a hand bell that had been left on it.

Assuming that was to encourage someone to enter the room, presumably to serve dinner I pulled the gown tightly round me. I was amazed when the door opened and men started entering. They were all wearing black, silk, scholar's robes similar to Guy's, but only one had the magenta trimmings.

Silently they filed in and sat at the other five seats round the table. I was left standing there. I felt awkward and left out. They nodded to Guy and began chatting largely about university matters and the World Cup in South Africa. None of them Guy included paid any attention to me. It was quite strange.

"Oh by the way chaps," Guy suddenly said "This is my slut who I have told you about."

The words crashed into me. He was being so cruel was my immediate thought. Then they all turned and looked at me and that made me feel embarrassed. They just gazed at me, they didn't speak or smile, but simply stared at me as I stood there naked apart from the robe that I was holding tightly round me. They won't know I'm naked I thought for they can only really see my legs and my upper chest.

"Amanda," Guy said quite sharply "Let go of the fucking robe will you, they want to see your tits."

I stared at him, pleading with my eyes, but as he held me in the cold, blue eyed gaze that always did things to me, I knew my pleading would get me nowhere. I felt frozen and as if I was paralysed. I couldn't move, but I knew I had to. I could only do as he said, for there was no alternative other than making a run for it and then walk through Cambridge just in the gown. I looked from Guy to the other men. Their ages ranged from a likely late twenties or early thirties up to possible early fifties, maybe late forties. They were all rather grim faced, but not unattractive. 

"We're waiting Amanda," Guy said lighting one of his big Davidoff cigars, but staring right at me through the cloud of blue smoke.

That was it, I knew I'd had it now and that there was no alternative. I realised that I was going to have to expose myself to all of them and my mind could only touch lightly on the surface of what else I might have to do. I gave Guy one more pleading stare, but after holding my gaze for a few seconds he turned away, looked at the guy on his left and said.

"It'll be worth waiting for, she really has got splendid tits."

That did it. He was starting to humiliate and abuse me, degrade and demean me. They were all looking at me, waiting and expectant. I looked from face to face and saw differing expressions; lust, desire, arrogance and keenness. Some had smiles and some had leers on their faces, all looked expectant and interested. Everything was getting to me and I was starting to move into the zone, assume the role and playing the part. The part of a slut. I was beginning to tingle and it suddenly hit me that I was no longer embarrassed or too concerned at them looking at me, in fact the thought of exposing my body to them was starting to be a turn on. I was getting warm, there was a heat in my stomach, an irritation in my nipples and my breasts had that familiar feeling of fullness denoting my imminent arousal. My adrenalin was in free fall making feel similar to how I always did before delivering an important presentation to a prospective client and how I imagined actors feel before going on stage. Momentarily I wondered how and actress would feel if she was doing a nude scene in front of a few hundred people.

I looked from Guy to the other men, took a step forward and let go of the edges of the gown. It fell straight down my body the lapels traversing my boobs and getting caught on my nipples. I saw the men's interest increase and it was as if they all leaned further forward.

"Pull it open Mandy, let them see them."

I did as he told me and stood there in front of five strangers and my 'boyfriend.' I was as good as naked with my bare breasts and pussy that I had shaved at Guy's command, on show to them all. There was a murmur of approval round the table and that made me feel as if I was on the stage of the Albert Hall taking applause. Their eyes seemed to bore into me and I was very aware that my nipples hardened and I was sure I started excreting my womanly sexual juices.

"See what everyone wants to drink Mandy. It's on the credenza over there," Guy said. I glanced at where he was looking and saw several bottles and a selection of glasses. "And then you can serve us all."

I was mortified. It was thing standing there and posing for them, after all I had posed for my ex and for a boy friend as they took revealing photos of me, so I had some experience, but serving at a table almost nude was something else indeed.

They started calling out their orders.

"Hold on," Guy chipped in "Remember this is mean old Queens, we only have Claret, albeit Chateau Talbot 96, Port, Champagne and some Chassagne Montrachet for you more effete chappies, no spirits I'm afraid."

I walked over to the credenza turning my back to the men, but very aware of their eyes on me as I walked. Did I accentuate my wiggle, I wondered?

They called out their orders and I poured the drinks. Thankfully the wine bottles were already open for pulling premier cru claret corks with the rather rudimentary corkscrew would have been difficult at any time; wearing just the white scholar's robe and nothing else would have verged on the impossible.

I put the six glasses on a silver tray and picked that u, it was surprisingly heavy suggesting it was silver. As I had to hold it with both hands I noted, before turning round, that the gown gaped and I showed all my breasts. That made my heart pump a bit and I could feel the goose bumps starting. Turning, I looked at the men looking at me. I stood there for a moment and then, throwing my head back, sticking my boobs out and smiling, I walked across the room carrying the tray of drinks to the table. Instinctively I went to Guy first. I stood beside him and said "Yours was claret wasn't it Guy?"

"Yes," he replied reaching round my legs, running his hand up the back of them under the robe and grabbing my bum. "But these are my guests Mandy, you should serve them first, please remember your etiquette."

I felt partly embarrassed, particularly as they would all have seen what he was doing with his hand, but also partly excited that they had seen that.

"Now please go round the table from right to left just like a port bottle and serve them properly," he went on.

The man to Guy's right was the youngest and smiled nicely when I asked him what he had ordered.

"Champagne please Amanda."

I bent forward and placed the glass on the table in front of him. As I did the gown obviously gaped and fell away from me. He turned his head and his face was just inches from my bare nipples.

"Mmm, very nice, thank you Amanda," he said smiling as his eyes went from my tits to my eyes and back again several times.

This happened all the way round the table as I handed out the drinks. I got to Guy and handed him his champagne. As I bent to put that on the table he put his arm round me, slipped it up and inside the gown onto my waist taking the hem of the garment with it. I went to stand up hoping to move away, but he held onto me, pushed on my back and made me bend again. He looked round the table and that caused me to do the same. I saw that, inevitably I suppose, they were all looking at us. Guy then looked into my eyes, leaned forward a little, put his tongue out and licked my nipple. Some of the men commented.

"Good on yer Guy."

"Bravo."

"Go on Mandy give it to him."

I didn't know what to do. I couldn't work out whether I should move away or just stay there having Guy licking and sucking my nipples. One of the guys said.

"Lovely bum love," reminding me that I was showing that from behind for Guy was holding the back of my gown in the air. 

He suddenly bit my nipple quite hard and at the same time slapped my bum, which fortunately had recovered from the caning of a couple of weeks ago and was showing no red marks or wheals from where he had spanked me for the third time.

"Time for you to circulate Mandy. Top up the drinks please," he said taking his mouth away from my breast and dropping the back of the gown.

I walked over to the credenza to get the bottles knowing all the eyes were on my body. They had all seen Guy sucking and licking my boobs and he had shown all of them my bum. I had such an array of mixed feelings as I put the three bottles on the silver tray, no one had asked for white wine. Embarrassment, amazement, trepidation, guilt, anticipation and excitement all combined to make my head whirl. Most surprisingly in some ways was that I felt more relaxed than I would ever have imagined I would be in such a situation. 

Turning with the tray in my hand and the gown gaping, I walked towards the table knowing my tits would be wobbling and jiggling; the five pairs of eyes, I didn't count Guy's, were roaming from my face, lingering on my tits then visiting my bald mound. I was sure that they would be able to see the start of the lips of my pussy and I worried that they might see that it was glistening, for I knew I was getting wet. 

Guy caught my eye with that scintillating gaze of his and said in his usual very dry, matter of fact way.

"As you serve the drinks Mandy, remember these are my very special guests and for them, whatever is mine is theirs. Understand?"

I didn't really, but naturally I nodded and said "Yes Guy, of course." I felt pleased that he smiled at that response.

As I reached the youngish man on Guy's right, another feeling hit me. That was power. I realised that although I was serving them and doing as my 'domme' Guy directed, it was really me, the submissive, who was in control, well at least a mutually shared control with him. It was an odd feeling.

"Champagne wasn't it Mark?" I asked somehow recalling his name from hearing Guy mention it.

"Yes Amanda, thanks." He paused before adding "And for remembering my name as he ran his hand up the back of my legs. I began to realise then just what Guy meant.

I moved on and served the man to Mark's right, an older slightly heavier, but again not unattractive person; perhaps Guy only has attractive friends I conjectured thinking of his friend Chris with whom he and I had had a very extreme threesome.

He was bolder than Mark and even before I had put his glass of red wine down before him, he had reached up and cupped my boob. As he did that I felt Mark from behind me raising the hem of the gown.

"Mmmm very nice babe," the older man said licking my nipple.

"Yes Amanda," Mark said running his hand over my bum, "Very nice indeed."

I eventually got all the way round the table after each of them had groped me either on my boobs, my bum, my thighs or between my legs. By the time I got to Guy I understood exactly what he meant about what was his was theirs.

He smiled. "Well done Mandy, let's move on."

"What do you mean?"

"We have to go further, push the boundaries, extend our limits. Remember that's what we are all about, aren't we?" He asked undoing his shirt and still with the gown on removed it. "Unzip me Mandy."

That surprised me, but also made me start to realise what was going to happen. I hesitated. Fixing me with that cool stare he said harshly.

"Mandy."

I moved closer and with fingers that were visibly shaking, I undid his brown pleated belt and slid his zip down. He pushed his linen trousers down, as usual he wasn't wearing underpants. He was fully erect.

"Nice?" He asked running his fingers up and down his cock.

"Yes Guy," I replied quietly as I heard chairs being pushed back and the men moving. I looked round and saw that they were all undressing. My heart started to pound as I at last worked out what was going to happen. 

My mind went back a few weeks to an afternoon when we were at the farm. It was a blazing hot day and he had suggested we have a picnic down by a nearby river. Naturally it turned into more than a picnic, for being alone in an isolated place, in a field by a river with me, as usual at his command not wearing much, sex was high on the agenda.

"Take your top off Mands, no one's gonna come here," he said.

Being far more confident doing such things and complying with his commands than I would have been before meeting him, I pulled the loose, low cut, scooped front, silky black top over my head. Fluffing my hair back into its usual unruly, 'pulled through a hedge backwards' look making my tits wobble I looked at Guy for his next request. That was nice because he leaned forward, took me in his arms and kissed me; he was obviously in one of his tender moods. When he was like that I sometimes feared I might fall for him!

He pushed me backwards onto the picnic blanket so I was laying on my back with him half on top of me. We kissed for some time as he excited me and pleased himself by playing with my bare tits and nipples. His hand slowly slid down my body reaching as far as he could to around my knees. He took hold of the thin, ankle length, white skirt and pulled it up until the hem was above my knees. His hand went under it and up my legs grazing along my thighs and finding my mound. He fiddled his fingers between my thighs, which I parted, and he rubbed my clit and lips. I reached for his cock inside his trousers and was surprised to find that he'd undone his belt and zip, so I gripped his bare erection, it felt lovely.

"I'm going to make you cum so fucking hard," he grunted pushing his hand down past the waistband of my panties and onto my bare, very wet lips. He was absolutely true to his word for by shoving four fingers right up my cunt he made me feel so filled and so very comprehensively finger fucked that I did cum 'fucking hard.'

Lying naked arms, we talked about our fantasies, well actually he questioned me about mine, he never revealed much about himself. It was then that I had said.

"I sometimes fantasise about being in a gang bang."

"How do you mean?"

"Well me with five or six blokes," I recalled saying as I now looked at the five strangers undressing in front of me. 'He's making my fantasy come true' I thought wondering at the imagination and power of this man as he said.

"Remember telling me?"

"Yes," I replied as Guy turned me round facing my 'suitors', put his arms round me, cupped my boobs and pulled me against him, his erection pushing firmly into the softness of my bum. 

He held me like that, the gown hooked behind me, my total nakedness being revealed to the other five who were now all naked. It was as if he was offering me to them, showing off 'our' wares, giving them an invitation and sort of projecting me as a sacrifice. It was an incredible sensation to see five naked, aroused men moving towards me. 

I wasn't scared, I didn't panic, I felt remarkably calm as first one then another started to stroke and caress me. I was kissed all over my face, shoulders, neck, chest and breasts. Hands were everywhere, pinching squeezing and rubbing me.

I felt Guy let go of my hands and walk over to table. He propped himself up against it and relit his fat cigar. He stared at me, a slight grin on his face, his were eyes boring into mine as if they were saying 'Let go Mandy, its your fantasy, now go with it.' 

I noticed that, remarkably he wasn't hard anymore. He was an amazing man in that respect for he was often fully erect with hardly any stimulation, whilst at other times like this where there was so much going on sexually, he was flaccid. I saw what he wanted, I got his message. I gave onto the other five knowing that what he wanted was to watch me being gang banged, not take part; that gave him the ulitimate control over me.

My body was being stimulated in so many places. It was 'servicing' ten hands and five mouths and they were all over me. It was simply staggeringly arousing to have a different mouth on each of my breasts, another kissing my lips, one on my pussy and another licking and kissing my bum as, at the same time, the ten hands were squeezing, stroking and pinching all over my body. I had cocks against my bum, hips and stomach and I was holding and rubbing one in each hand. Everything was continually moving and I had different cocks in my hands and mouths on my breasts. Several times one of the guys, and I'd stopped looking at their faces or wondering who was doing what to me, pressed their cock against my pussy or bum, but the others decided it was not yet the time. I had no idea what would cause the time to be right, but I had no doubt that very soon now I was going to be fucked. That was fine with me, it was what I wanted, but I had no idea how it would happen; all at once or one at a time I wondered?

I didn't have to wait long.

The young guy Mark manoeuvred me backwards until I was also propped against the table next to Guy. It seemed as though he had won some form of draw, he was going to fuck me first; I was pleased with that as he had been quite gentle and caring so far.




Mind Fuck Ch. 06



Guy grabbed my head, turned it towards him and kissed me hard, shoving his tongue deep into my mouth. One of the others was stroking my tits from the side and another guy who was leaning over the table was caressing them from behind me.

"Ok Mandy?" Mark asked as Guy and I broke the kiss.

"Yes," I gasped not really thinking straight, simply going with the flow of this incredible situation.

He was in me very quickly and it felt good. To be truthful, though, there was so much else going on that the usual extreme sensations I get when being fucked were neutralised somewhat by all the other feelings and emotions I was experiencing.

Mark was quite quick and was suddenly withdrawing, I wasn't sure whether he had cum or not. In fact I wasn't really sure whether I had, but that didn't seem important. Having five men making love to me was redefining an orgasm. I didn't roar upwards emotionally, explode and then fizzle out. I think I had started to cum when Guy had held me, it had slowly built up and was now simmering along, just beneath that boiling point, but it was going on and on and on.

Another cock was in me, different hands and mouths were on me, I was being fucked again. I was still cumming in my 'new' way.

Someone turned me round and made me lean forward. Another was sitting on the table, his cock was positioned conveniently for, and he seemed to be offering it to, my mouth. I got hold of it and slid it between my lips as the other guy pushed into me from behind. Someone else was playing with my tits and other mouths and hands were all over my body. The cock in my mouth exploded at roughly the same time as the one in pussy. They were quickly replaced by different ones, but they were doing the same thing, fucking me. 

I was pulled to the floor and made to sit on a cock of a guy lying down. My head was pulled to one side so I was looking over my shoulder to the right. Yet another cock was shoved into my mouth. Another guy was half kneeling in front of me. He murmured.

"Push your tits together Amanda please."

I was being fucked from all angles.

It seemed to go on and on and on, but later I worked out that it lasted for only an hour or so. I tried to recall the number of times I was fucked, but that was impossible although I did work out that some guys either didn't cum or they fucked me several times. Given that we were only at it for a relatively short time, I more suspected the former than the latter.

I remember quite vividly the ending.

I was lying on my back and I had just had a three-way shag; one in my pussy, one in my mouth and one between my tits. The others had looked on with what I saw were their drooping dick; they seemed to be finished. The three who had just fucked me moved away, but continued staring at me as did the other two so I had five men looking down at my naked body lying on the floor.

"Play with your tits," I heard Guy say from behind me. 

Oddly, considering they had all fucked me and had been looking at my naked body for ages, I felt a little embarrassed doing that, but of course I did. I squeezed and pinched them and rolled the flesh together, I used my fingertips on my nipples and the flats of my hands on each orb. Apart from five pairs of male eyes staring at me, it was just like masturbating on my bed I was thinking, when Guy came into my range of vision and stood looking down at me. He was fully erect.

"Now fuck yourself," he grunted taking his cock in his hand. 

He started to rub himself as I pressed my finger right along side my clit. We were looking at each, his blue eyes boring into mine with that cold, intense stare as the others looked on. He began to rub his cock with longer and faster strokes. I rubbed myself with more pressure and slightly more speed. I looked round the faces of the other guys and let my eyes roam over their bodies and was oddly aroused by seeing a couple of cocks starting go hard, but his stare pulled my gaze back to his. We locked onto each others stare as we started to masturbate. We seemed then to go into our own personal zone; although the other five were there and indeed two bare feet were actually touching my body, one on my shoulder the other my hip, it was as if they ceased to exist. It was just him and me, Guy and Amanda, domme and sub, master and slut.

Amazingly, considering that I must have climaxed at least six or seven times in the past hour, I could feel myself starting to cum. I began to pant, I was opening and closing my mouth, screwing up my eyes and clenching and undoing the hand that wasn't fucking myself. He could see all of that, he knew me so well. I saw him pumping harder, not faster, but with longer strokes. I arched my back as he thrust his lower body forward and the sperm shot from his cock and fell down onto my breasts with a dribble falling onto my face. So much came out, but then he seemed to be able to control that as well. As the sperm gushed from his cock onto me, he held his cock still and rigid just as he did when he was fucking me. But then he was fucking me, not my body, I was doing that, he was fucking my mind.



Mind Fuck



She watched me for a long time until I was only sniffling. Then she looked directly into my eyes and pointed at the floor in front of her. I stepped to where she pointed and tried not to meet her eyes. I also tried not to fall over. I was still wearing heels and had to be careful walking on that thick rug. Aside from that, my hose and panties were still pulled down around my thighs. My skirt was lying in a puddle near the woman's feet. I tried not to step on it.

There was another long moment when nothing happened. Perhaps she was waiting for me to look at her. Then I felt her hands on my waist. She kicked my skirt to one side and pulled me closer.

I felt her start to run one hand lightly over my body. The other never left my waist. Her touch was firm but gentle. Her movements soft, insistent, demanding. My nipples felt tighter than I could ever remember. I felt fingers start at my hip and run ever so slowly up my side. Sometimes I felt fingertips on my skin. Other times if felt like her nails. I closed my eyes. Her fingers came to rest on the side of my breast. I could feel the tiny hairs on my skin almost throbbing where she touched me.

"Prettypuss," she said, "Robin. You like this, don't you."

My eyes stayed tightly closed. I tried to answer her but my mouth wouldn't seem to work.

"You'd better answer me, Prettypuss," she said, "and you'd better call me 'Mistress' when you do."

My eyes few open. 'What the hell was this?' I wondered. I looked down and the woman was not looking up into my face. She was studying my breast as her fingers toyed with the skin around my enlarged nipple without ever actually touching it. I forced my voice to work, "I . . . I don't know, . . . Mistress," I said with a definite quaver in my voice.

"What don't you know, Sexypuss?" She was smiling.

I swallowed hard and the sensations from her touch washed over me. She had just switched breasts. "I don't know how I'm feeling."

For a few second no change. Then I felt her squish down on my nipple.

"Mistress," I squeaked.

"Better, Cunt," she said as she released the pressure, "but don't forget again."

I wouldn't.

She let her fingers rake over my skin for quite a while. Reaching up to my neck and ears. Traveling down to my hips and thighs and below the pantyhose to my ankles. Both her hands were moving now. Then she said, "I don't care what you know. Tell me how you feel. Do you like this."

God help me, I did. There was even something freakishly erotic about the way she'd abused and spanked me. "Yes, Mistress."

She didn't say a word, but reached up with both hands and placed them on either side and just below my breasts. I could feel her thumbs right under my breasts. Her fingers almost on my back. She pulled me gently forward and leaned forward herself. I could feel her tongue and lips softly licking and nipping at my breasts and nipples. The feelings were luxurious. I closed my eyes again.

Then she stopped. She straightened me back up and carefully, so I wouldn't fall, turned me back around. I felt her untying my wrists. I felt the sash drop away and then her hands were no longer touching me. My own hands dropped to my sides. She wasn't saying anything and I didn't know what to do.

"Finish getting undressed, Prettypuss," she finally said in a low voice. I did.

"Now turn around so I can see you."

When I turned, the woman was sitting serenely on the bed and giving me that look of ownership again. I wanted to cover my nakedness with my hands, but somehow I couldn't seem to make them move.

She pointed again at the rug in front of her and I again moved into position, but this time without hesitation and much closer than I had before.

She reached her hand up between my legs and felt the loose, damp flesh. I sucked in breath between clenched teeth and found I'd again moved my legs apart for her.

When I looked down she was smiling and studying my pubic mound. Her fingers found my clitoris and she was rubbing it in a maddeningly erotic way. I was breathing hard now and knew I would come at any moment. And somehow, as if she knew exactly when, she stopped. I was left gasping just short of an orgasm. My eyes went wide with surprise and repressed passion.

The woman made a shooing gesture with her hands and I backed up a couple of feet so she could stand up. "Did you think, this was all going to be for your pleasure, Honeypuss?" I took too long trying to regain my composure and thinking about her question. She stood up took a step forward and pushing her face right into mine said, "DID YOU?"

"N . . . No, Mistress."

She smiled. Then reaching up with both hands, held my face and kissed me deeply. It was a long, long, highly erotic kiss. No one had ever kissed me like that before. Not even Laura. I didn't know what to do with my hands so they hung limply at my sides. Between the feel of her lips and tongue on mine and the fabric of her dress on my hypersensitive nipples, I came. It was only a small orgasm, but I definitely came. And she knew it.

"My, my, Sexypuss," she said, pulling back from the kiss. "You do have a hair trigger, don't you?"

I knew I'd better say something. "Yes, Mistress," I croaked between ragged breaths even though I wasn't sure that was true. I'd just never been that turned on before.

The woman took a step back and held out her arms. Then she said, "you may undress your Mistress."

I had another of those, 'what the hell is this,' reactions. But I didn't want to get spanked again, so I did as I was told. There wasn't much to remove. She was wearing some kind of one-piece, oriental dress. It looked like one of those things Japanese tea-house girls wear in the movies. I got it off and was about to toss it on the floor next to my skirt, when she cleared her throat and made me to understand that her clothes were not to be treated that way.

So I looked for a place to put it. There was a huge overstuffed chair in the corner, but for some reason I knew I couldn't go there. In fact, I found I didn't even want to look at the chair. But there was a closet. So I walked over and carefully hung the garment. The woman was not wearing a bra. Her breasts were a little larger than mine and seemed quite firm. Even without the bra there was no sag. I tried not to look at them, however, as I walked back to her. I'm sure she noticed.

All she had on were silk panties and high heels. So I got down on one knee in front of her and removed the heels first. As she stepped out of the second shoe, I felt her run her fingers through my hair, like you'd stroke a dog. I took a deep breath and reached up and carefully grabbed her panties and slid them down to the floor. She stepped out of them. Then I took her stuff over to the dresser. I carefully laid her panties on the top and set her shoes on the floor below. When I turned back the woman was standing on the side of the bed facing me.

I didn't move. I didn't know what to do. What did she want? As she looked at me I got very self-conscious. I know how silly that must sound, after everything else that had happened. But it's true. I was suddenly embarrassed at my nakedness and also at hers. I must have blushed and looked down.

"Robin," she said. I looked back up. Her arms were held out toward me in an inviting gesture. "Come."

I walked over not knowing what to think. And she took me in her arms and hugged me very tightly. It was very strange feeling her naked breasts pressing into mine. Then she kissed me again.

After what seemed a long time she broke that off and sat down. She patted the middle of the bed. So I climbed in past her and lay with my head on a pillow. As I did, she pulled herself up onto the bed so that she was sitting cross- legged next to me.

I was feeling so strange. I was still very aroused, despite my little climax. I knew there was a lot more behind that. I knew I could come again very easily. I lay quite still and looked straight up at the ceiling.

"You haven't looked at my breasts," she said. I just shook my head. "Look at them, Kitten." I turned my head and looked. They were definitely larger than mine and very pretty. She had well defined pink nipples and large circular areolas. The whole areola puffed out from her breast just a little. Her nipples were very erect. Somehow her breasts looked full and hungry. "Do you like them?"

I wanted to cry. I knew what was coming but felt powerless to do anything about it. Besides, the longer this went on the more I felt like I wanted it to happen.

"Yes, Mistress," I heard myself saying in a very sincere voice. "They are very nice."

"Show me, how much you like them."

As doeached over I noticed my hand was trembling again. I touched her breast. The skin was warm and very smooth. I slid my fingers around her nipple and she made a little sighing noise. "That's nice, Robin," she said in almost a hiss. "That's very nice." She reached down and put her hand behind my head. Then she leaned forward a little and pulled my face up to her. Without being told, I started licking and sucking at her nipple. I moved very slowly at first. But after a short time, I found I was getting more and more aroused. I was licking and sucking more energetically and without any directions from her. I worked the tender flesh of first one and then the other of her breasts, twirling my tongue around the nipples and breathing in the smell of her perfume. I didn't recognize it, but I somehow found the scent almost intoxicating.

"Just a minute, Kitten." She lowered my head and then lay down next to me. "OK."

That was all she said. But I found myself sitting up and leaning over to continue working her breasts. Then I kissed up her chest to lick around her neck and ears. Suddenly, to my horror, I realized that I had slid one hand down her belly and was running my fingers through the pubic thatch above her private area. I looked down. She had carefully trimmed all of her hair away down there except for a little heart shaped patch right above her slit.

I started to pull my hand back when she reached over and grabbed my hand. She pulled it back to her pubic area and said, "don't stop. That's very nice, too."

With tears again forming in my eyes, I rubbed her public mound and continued licking and sucking her breasts. I was intensely aware of the feel of the soft bare skin around that small tuft of hair. After a while, she sat up and pulled her sash out from under a pillow. When had she put that there?

"You're a tasty little treat," she said, "but you need training." So saying, she pushed me back and rolled me over on my stomach. "We don't have time for that right now," she said, retying my wrists behind my back, "but we'll get to the training later, won't we little darling."

I was almost too shocked to respond. What did she mean by 'later.'

She slapped my ass again, very hard. "Won't we!"

"Yes, Mistress," I almost bawled.

"Very good," she said. "Now let's see what you've got for me." I was still lying on my stomach. She reached down between my legs from behind. I found myself spreading my legs for her without being asked. Then she was fondling my sopping pussy. I was so hot and so embarrassed. And I wasn't sure why. But no boy had ever paid this much attention to me when making love. And no boyfriend had ever known how to get me this excited. I knew this was wrong, but God, how good it felt.

Her hand must have gotten really smeared with my love juices, because she slid one finger backward along my slit starting at the clitoris, plunging in and out of my love canal a few times, and then continuing backwards until it was positioned directly over my rear hole. She tickled it with her finger for a moment and then slid it right in with almost no resistence. No boy had ever done that to me before. It felt strange, but very nice. 

Then she brought her other hand down and started fondling my clitty while continuing to slowly move her finger in and out of my behind. I must have been making noises which let her know how close I was to coming, because she suddenly stopped what she was doing and said, "Oh, no. Not quite yet, Sexypuss."

She rolled me over. My bound hands felt uncomfortable under my behind, so I pulled them up a bit until they were in the small of my back.

"Let's do this properly," she said, and moved down between my legs. At first all she did was carefully inspect my private area and ruffle the pubic hair with her fingers. I was so incredibly wet, I'm sure I must have been leaving stains on the bedcover. Then she leaned in and breathed hotly on me as she spread and fondled my moist flesh with her fingers. I felt her hair tickling the skin of my thighs. I tried not to look down. The feelings were driving me crazy. I felt the tip of her tongue touch my pussyflesh just over the clitoris and it sent an almost electric pulse of pleasure running through me. No boy had ever touched me there before in that way. No boy had ever licked me there at all. I'd only made love to seven boys, but this was completely different and wonderful.

Then the woman started licking in earnest. I had no idea exactly what she was doing, but it felt incredible. I could feel her hands on my thighs as she worked. Then one hand slid over and I felt her slide what must have been at least two fingers in my vagina. And her other hand came up and began playing with my breast and nipple.

Oh God, I was about to come.

And she stopped again. "Sexypuss," she said. I raised my head a bit and looked down between my breasts at her. She was looking right back at me. Her eyes were mysterious and almost mesmerizing. "You're about to come like you've never come before, Sexypuss. You know that, don't you."

"Y-Yes, Mistress," I said with effort.

"Do you want me to finish?" she asked with a smile.

I shut my eyes, lay back, and said, "Yes, Mistress." 

She started fingering my love canal again. "How badly, do you want me to finish, Sexypuss?"

I squeezed my eyes even more tightly shut and said, "Very badly, Mistress."

"Good girl," she said and licked me a few more times while continuing to finger me. "And you know what that will mean, don't you?"

I opened my eyes, pulled my head back up, and looked again into the depths of her eyes. "No, Mistress," I said, "what will it mean?"

"Once you come, Sexypuss," she said, her fingers working ceaselessly at my crotch and now her other fingers working again at my breast, "Once you reach climax, then you become mine for as long as I want you. Once you reach orgasm, I really and truly become your Mistress." She licked me a few more times. I gasped as I reacted to her licking and to what she had just said.

"Do you still want me to finish?" She asked again and licked me a few more strokes..

"Oh, please, Mistress," I almost pleaded with confused tears in my eyes, "please don't ask me that."

"But . . . I . . . am. . . ask . . .ing . . .you, . . . Sex . . .y . . .puss," she said between licks. "Do you still want me to finish?"

She continued to lick in a way guaranteed to keep me at the peak of arousal but not enough to push me over the edge.

"Yes, Mistress," I said in a very small voice.

"Then . . . say . . . it, . . . Sex . . .y . . .puss."

"Say what, Mistress?" I think I knew what she wanted to hear, but I was hoping she might want something else.

She stopped her licking again but continued with her fingers. "Tell me what will happen after you come, Sexypuss." Then she went back to her gentle licking waiting for me to answer.

My neck muscles were weakening so I lay my head back down. A long moment went by as I nerved myself. Then I said, "after I come, I'll become your property and you'll be my real Mistress." I was crying again, partly with passion and partly because this somehow seemed to be so true.

"And once you come, it will be my turn. Won't . . . it . . . Sex . . .y . . .puss."

"Yes, Mistress."

"And you're going to lick me just like I'm licking you."

More tears, "Yes, Mistress."

For a long moment nothing. And then she started licking me in an entirely new way. It was much quicker, and firmer, and much more highly charged. Her hand changed breasts. Her other hand all gooey with my love juices increased in tempo. I was so hot and ready I could hardly hold back. In less than a minute I was ready to release. And as I started to slip over the edge, she pinched my nipple hard with her one hand and slid a finger from her other hand up into my rear hole. And I came, and came, and came.

"Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, . . ." I don't know how many times I said that. It was such a tremendous orgasm. I'd never felt anything even a little bit like it before. And it just kept going and going. 'Oh God,' I thought to myself and wasn't sure if I were thinking that because of how wonderful the pleasure had been or because of what I had agreed the pleasure meant.

And then it was over. The woman slid up next to me and started stroking my face as I came down from that tremendous high. "My name is Heather, Sexypuss. You can call me Mistress Heather."

My breathing was still far from normal. "Yes, Mistress Heather."

"You like the name, Heather?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Well I like the name, Robin, too."

"Thank you, Mistress Heather."

She rolled me over like I was dead weight and untied my wrists. I kind of expected she would want me to immediately spring into action and start licking her. But instead she spent a long time rubbing and lightly scratching my back. Every now and then she would lean over and kiss my ear or my shoulder or my behind. It was wonderful. It was luxurious.

Then, I guess when I'd recovered enough to suit her, and before I started to fall asleep, she reached down between my legs again and began to bring me back to a state of excitement. At first I groaned at the intrusion. 'No more,' I thought to myself. But after the first few moments it was very nice. After a couple of minutes I found that I was, in fact getting horny again.

And she stopped. And she lay back. And she said, "OK, Sexypuss. Show your Mistress how much you love her."

'Love!' Nobody said that word before. That sobered me up quickly. But I didn't know what to say or do about it so I sat up and started rubbing my Mistress's body. After a few moments of this I remember thinking to myself, 'Oh God, I'm thinking of her as my Mistress.' But there was no time to fret over this. I knew what I had to do, but I wasn't sure how I was supposed to do it. I had no experience in this kind of lovemakttp: 'Oh God, I thought again, I'm thinking of it as love-making.'

So I tried not to think at all. I spent a few minutes simply rubbing Mistress Heather's body, playing with her nipples, and licking on her neck and ears. Without thinking I kissed her on the lips and tasted my own love juices. For some reason the smell and taste didn't bother me. In fact I found it quite a turn on. So I kissed her again, long and passionately. I found I was getting tremendously aroused just by arousing her.

When I felt it was time to move down between her legs, I was no longer dreading it. In fact, I was quite looking forward to it. I don't know if it was curiosity or passion, but something was driving me strongly in that direction.

And after playing with her love canal as she had played with mine. And after tweaking her breasts with one hand. And after tickling her anus with my love slicked finger. I found my face only inches away from her warm pussylips. I had expected the smell to bother me, but I found it almost enticing. I carefully stuck out my tongue and slowly inched forward. Suddenly my tongue touched the hot pulsing skin over her clitoris. It had a slightly salty taste but wasn't at all unpleasant. So I gave it a little lick. And then another. And then another.

Soon my mouth was covering the whole area of her upper lips and my tongue was buried in the warm folds, licking and rubbing her little clitty. I remember spending a long time licking her like this. Trying different movements and combinations.




Mind Fuck



Heather was making wonderful sounds of passion and this seemed to stir me on as well. I felt one of her hands in the hair behind my head. She pushed me gently even harder into her pussy.

She groaned and then said, "Oh yes, Sexypuss. Yessssssss." And I could feel the tension in her legs. And her whole pelvis began to rise. All her weight seemed to be on her shoulders and her heels.

I had been playing with her breasts like she had played with mine, but now I brought my hand around under her back and pressed it against her butt, pushing her up onto my face as I licked down a little harder. Heather seemed to freeze and started to hiss again, "Yesssss."

I licked a little faster and a little harder still and pressed a very slick finger up into her ass. And my Mistress came on my face. She actually squirted just a little bit of liquid into my chin. I wiggled the finger in her ass as she spasmed and she thrashed and grunted even more forcefully. Both her hands were on my head and she was almost riding my face for a few moments.

Suddenly she pulled my head up and away with a grunt. My finger slipped out of her behind. She flopped back flat onto the bed.

I felt her pulling upward and I found myself climbing her body until we were face to face. And she kissed me, and hugged me, and rolled over on top me. I'd never felt so loved or desired before. Never. Ever. In my entire life.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, a little voice was telling me this was all crazy. I tried not to listen. For the moment I was happier than I could ever remember.

We lay together, nestled in each others arms, for what seemed a very long time. And I didn't know what to think. That had been the most tremendous sexual experience of my life. But it terrified me. I didn't understand it. And I was afraid of what the future might hold. I didn't seem to be in control of myself anymore.

My mistress hummed something in my ear I didn't quite catch. And I felt her fingers gently rubbing one of my nipples. I'd worry about it tomorrow. Right now I was content to rest my cheek against her breast and bask in the warmth of her pleasure.

All of a sudden we were startled by a clapping sound. We sat up and realized there was a man standing by the huge chair in the corner of the room who seemed to be applauding us.

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Once the last wave of pleasure had faded out I found myself sitting in the chair like a damp rag. That had been incredible. I hadn't even gotten laid yet, and it was great. Some of the best and most erotic pleasure came from reading the thoughts and emotions of the girls during the long pauses when nothing physical was happening. When they weren't actually fucking, they were thinking and I never could have conjured those thoughts out of my own imagination. The whole situation was so intense words couldn't describe it. But I knew I could never have dreamed up anything as delicious as that on my own.  I couldn't help myself. I stood up and gave the girls a standing ovation. And let them know I was there. They would have been shocked senseless if I hadn't prepared them for it. As it was, they sat up and started at me incredulously.

I walked over and had them stand so I could get a good look. They slid off opposite sides of the bed and walked around to meet me. I had seen them both through their thoughts and feelings about each other. Now I wanted to see for myself. So it was back to the zombie thing briefly. They stood there, side-by-side, blankly enduring my inspection.

Heather had a particularly fine ass. Her muscle tone was extraordinary. She obviously worked out. I leaned forward and sniffed between her breasts to smell the perfume that Robin had reacted to so strongly. Nice. Then as long as I was there, I took a close look at her nipples and had a suck on one. Nice as well. And I loved her lips and mouth. I knew how sensuous they were from Robin's thoughts and I could see why looking at them.

Robin was nice all over. Not quite so well-toned as Heather, but very womanly indeed. And there was something about her face and form which really appealed to me.   ached down and insinuated my hand between her legs. She spread them for me without my even having to think about it. In just a few seconds she was damp again. My goodness what a dynamo.

My dick had waited long enough. I left the two girls standing there for half a minute and returned to the chair where I removed and tossed my clothes. Then I walked back and gave Heather a big hug and had her hug me back. That was just out of curiosity and for practice. Heather was almost my height and I was interested in how that wonderfully toned body would feel when I pressed up against it.

It felt great. But Robin was the real prize, at least as far as I was concerned. Hugging her was like a little slice of heaven. I had her look up and I kissed her deeply while pressing my body into hers. If I were a normal man, under normal circumstances, I could hardly do better than to marry a girl like this.

But now it was fun time. I had Robin remove the cover from the bed so we'd have clean sheets to play on. Then I had her lay down and gently finger herself to stay in the proper mood.

But I didn't want to come too soon with Robin. And I was so ready to come. So Heather was about to give her first blow job.

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What in hell was going on? The party had been great. Meeting Robin had been even greater. I had no idea what made me so bold with her. But damn if things hadn't worked out splendidly. I remember I was lying in bed with Robin and thinking about how I might turn this into more than a one night stand, when suddenly here was this jerky idiot. When the fuck did he come into the room? I sure as hell didn't invite him.

Then I remember zoning out for a bit. I mean I was laying in bed with Robin and here was this asshole clapping at us. And then Robin was laying in bed fingering herself and this Bozo had taken my hand and was leading me over to the foot of the bed. But the real bitch of it was that I simply followed him without even a word of protest, much less a demand for an explanation.

And when the hell had he gotten naked? He was dressed when he was standing there like some kind of toy chimp working his cymbals. Now he was as nude as Robin and me. I just didn't get it. I suppose I should have been scared, but for some reason I wasn't. Not at all.

He sat me down on the bed, just where I'd been when I was stripping Robin. Then he stood up and stuck his stupid dick right in my face. I should have bashed his crummy balls. Or at least slapped the damn thing out of my way. But instead I did something I never would have imagined. I was suddenly fascinated with his prick. I mean for no reason it became the most wonderful, most incredible thing I'd ever seen. And even though there was a part of me that wanted to throw up at the idea, I leaned forward and started sucking on his idiot stick. I'd never done that before and I didn't know how. But I guess, being a man, that didn't matter to him. Men are such toads. I just treated it like a really big clit or maybe a really long nipple. And for some reason the more I sucked on it the better I liked it.

And then bang, the jerk came in my mouth. I wanted to scream and spit his lousy cum back in his face, but instead I just kept sucking and licking. And damn me if I didn't swallow his whole load. I even got real slow and gentle for a while so it wouldn't overpower him. And then I seemed to know when to speed up until he was good and hard again.

He did make the most incredible noises as he came. That part was almost nice. And I could hear Robin in bed behind me friggin' herself. She was making some great noises too.

Once he was hard for the second time I stopped. And the bastard leaned down and thanked me and kissed me on top of my head. What a fuckwad.

But then he climbed up past me and into bed with Robin. I could have killed the silly bastard. I could have sliced his nuts off with a paring knife. I didn't want him touching her. She was mine! At least for this night.

I could hear him. For some reason I didn't want to turn around to look. I just sat there like some saphead. But I could hear them both. He just crawled up and plugged himself into poor Robin and started rutting away. Fucking men. They don't know a damn thing about how to please a woman. All they think about is getting a little head and some pussy and then it's roll over and go to sleep. The swine.

I remember I was crying as I heard him come. And damn her, she came right along with him. I mean I could hear it. At exactly the same moment. Fuck them both.

And then everything got fuzzy. I guess I must have dreamed that whole thing about the man. I mean, I didn't dream the bit about meeting Robin. Because there she was, all curled up and looking cute as a bug. And there I was standing like a dimwit outside the bed. I guess I must have gotten up to get a drink or to pee. I can't remember. Oh well, water in-water out. I crawled back to bed with Robin and snuggled up up against her. She gave me a nice little kiss and looked like she was about to drift off to sleep. Come to think of it, I was pretty tired myself.

          *  *  *  *  *

And that was just about it. I could have spent what remained of the night with the two girls, but decided to take a quick shower and return to my hotel room instead. I didn't want to ruin a great thing by overdoing it.

I left the girls on the verge of sleep, cuddled together in the big bed. They no longer remembered me and never would. I showered and thought about how I wanted to leave them. Heather, I knew, would love a long term affair with Robin, on her terms of course. Robin, would almost certainly bolt like a scared rabbit once she came to her senses. Left to their own devices they would probably never see each other again.

I could have fixed it either way. With a little mental push in one direction, Robin would meekly follow Heather home and become her devoted 24/7 sex slave. With a little push in the other direction, Heather would forget all about Robin and that would be the end of that. So I decided to make it a sporting proposition. I pushed them both. Heather would know she had a real shot at snaring Robin, but she'd have to work at it. And Robin would be haunted by a strong attraction to Heather and would have to work hard to break away.

When I was ready to leave I stood by the foot of the bed for a few minutes and balanced their sleeping minds to make it as close to a 50-50 thing as possible. Let the chips fall. It would be much more interesting to know how this one turned out then what the Producer did when he found himself up in Frisco. Perhaps I'd have to look these two up again some day and find out. I threw a cover over the sleeping girls and left.

The party was nearly over, the guards were gone, and so was the producer. The last guests were leaving and a cleaning crew was just starting to work. I pushed a few mental buttons to insure the girls wouldn't be disturbed until they left on their own. Then I snagged a ride with one of the departing guests and headed into the sunset - or in this case, the sunrise.

The important thing was I had finally figured out how to get the most of my powers. I simply had to pick the right women and let them play out their own fantasies. All I had to do,. . . All I should do, was to set the stage and provide the right little pushes here and there to get them on the right track. This was going to be great. The future looked so bright, I definitely had to buy some shades.



Mind Fucking



Standing in the center of my room, naked from head to toe, I paced around Jessica. She turns her head to follow me and I lean in and whisper, "Eyes. Fucking. Forward." We had been getting to know one another for the last few months through text. Over and over again she complained to me, "Guys don't care about my mind. Some of them pretend to at first, but eventually all the care about is seeing me naked, or talking about what they want to do to me. I feel like I'm alone. It's really frustrating. I always have to settle."

It was confusing for her. A month into us talking she finally asked, "Don't you want to see pics of me?"

"Why?" I responded. "I know what you look like."

"No, I mean... like... sexy pics."

I answered with, "Not really," and enjoyed how uneasy it made her. I could have been one more person Jessica settled for, one more guy smart enough to act like I cared about what was between her ears. She wouldn't have stopped me. If I wanted I could have grabbed by her fucking hair and flung her onto the bed. I could have slapped her across her face and grunted, "Shut the fuck up. You're mine now, bitch." I could have choked her or yanked her head back by her hair. I could have forced my cock into any hole I wanted. It would have been fun enough. We both would have enjoyed it. But then what? I'd have one more notch on my belt and she'd have one more notch taken from her soul.

"You really scare me," she said a few days before we met.

"I know I do," I answered

"You're already inside my head. I know I said this is what I wanted, but now I think I could want it too much."

I took Jessica's trembling hand in mine and guided her to the bed, laying her down on her back. "Keep your hands by your side. You're not allowed to touch me. If you touch me even once without my permission, all this ends. If you think I'm kidding, test me."

I laid down beside her and told Jessica to close her eyes. At first I brushed the backs of my fingers along her face. "Do you feel how softly I'm touching you right now? Look at your perfect naked body in my bed. I could take what I want from it. You know I could. As much as we've talked about it, I know exactly what you like. I could take anything and there's nothing you could do to stop me. You need to know, as much as I want that there's something I want more. And before I have it, I can't fuck you, I can't hurt you, I can't rape you, I can't make love to you... not yet."

My hand moved to her neck, skimming up and down from her jaw to her collarbone. I traced the lines and contours of her throat, studying every inch. "It would be so fucking easy for me to wrap my hand around your neck. We've talked about it so much. I've made you cum so many times to thoughts of me cutting off all the air to your lungs; kissing you as you blacked out. But I can't do it. Not right now. You better be hearing me. You better be letting every silky smooth word that comes out of my mouth seep into your gray matter, and filter through the rest of your brain."

My fingers moved along her shoulder and then doubled back, crisscrossing her throat, to her other shoulder. Back and forth, over and over again, gliding along Jessica's collarbone I learned the things I couldn't learn over the phone. The birthmark on her neck was slightly raised off her skin. When she was nervous she had a habit of holding her breath. In between long pauses of me talking, she opened her mouth as if to try to coax me to speak, signaling there was something about my words she needed. I wondered if this happened over text, when she was sitting alone in her room, staring at her phone, waiting for the moment "..." turned into words. Had I conditioned her to be like this? What else could I condition her to be?

"I don't know how long this will take. I won't be able to move on until I could recreate you from memory, remold an exact replica of you out of clay."

My fingers moved down to Jessica's breasts, circling around and around her nipples. I watched as they stretched up to meet my touch, the skin going from soft to rigid. Colonies of goosebumps came and went in waves. Her body shimmied from the chills running along her spine. "Can you feel your body reacting to me? Can you feel how powerless you're becoming? Soon you'll know what it is like to lose control. Not just of what happens here, but of everything. The way my voice is getting inside of you, I'm claiming ownership of your conscious and your subconscious. I'll be able to make your heart stop beating, as easily as I'll be able to make you drop to your knees."

The backs of my fingers were now tracing the curves along Jessica's torso, from her hips to her ribs, sometimes taking a route that traveled around and around her bellybutton. When my hand moved south, Jessica tried to raise up off the bed, encouraging me to keep going. But every time I got to that crossroad, an invisible barrier between her stomach and her pussy stopped my hand in its tracks.

"I want you to listen to me so carefully from here on out. I want you to focus on nothing but my words. Nothing else matters. Feel the person you were slip away. Shed all your insecurities and preconceived notions of what this was going to be, what it should be, and what it could be. From here on out the only thing that matters is what is."

My hand refused to break that barrier. My fingers reexamined every inch of her, back up along her breasts to her neck, to her face and hair, and then back down. I took a different path every time, always ending up at the same place, always bouncing off that invisible barrier.

"The only way I'll want you is if you let go. If you really let go. It's time for you to get out of your own way. Focus on my words, because it's my words that are flooding into you right now. It's my words that are pushing your hips up and down off the bed. Did you even realize this was happening? I'm not touching your clit. But my words are. Can you feel them inside of you?"

I grabbed Jessica's breast and then pressed it up into her. This practically made her levitate off the bed. Then I pinched her nipple between my thumb and index finger, tweaking back and forth. She tried to push up higher, arching her back. It was if all she wanted was for me to be inside her. The only problem being I was on the ceiling and she was on the floor. Finally, letting go, my hand moved up to her neck and Jessica eased her body back down.

"Look at you. Your whole body's trembling like you're submerged in ice. I want you to feel my words inside of you. I want you to feel how they've turned your brain into mush. You can't think of anything at all right now. Even if you tried, you couldn't stop and think about how your car needs an oil change, or how you have to go to the bank later today. All of that's gone. All that's left are my words. This is the moment you've been waiting for. You're so fucking tired of men just wanting your mouth, or your, ass or your pussy, ignoring the most erogenous part of your body. Well today's the day all that changes. I'm not going to fuck you. I won't even touch your pussy. Today's going to be different. Who you were before will not be who you are when you leave."

Jessica's hips rotated in circles as if she were grinding against an invisible person. I spoke in waves. My words going from fast to slow, slow to fast, controlled how her hips moved. It felt like there were millions of microscopic strings wrapped around my words, attached to each individual muscle fiber inside her. Jessica had no idea what I was doing. She was tired of men wanting to control her body, and here I was with complete control. Except, she wasn't tied up. I didn't need to hold her down. She didn't need to ask me permission to cum. All protocols were thrown out. Who needs protocols when I was imprinting my wants and expectations into her mind, like the finger of God imprinting His commandments into stone tablets atop Mount Sinai.

"Does it feel like someone's on top of you right now? Does it feel like someone's inside of you? That's it push up into him. Those are my words inside your pussy, inside your mind. Feel yourself getting wetter and wetter. Fell your stomach tensing up. My words are controlling you. Right now, you're powerless. All you want is to listen to me, obey me, and submit to me. That's it. Let go. Letting go feels so good, doesn't it? Giving yourself to me feels so fucking good."

Jessica bit into her bottom lip and let out a long restrained moan, as if she was trying to fight back against my power, as if she was trying to hold it all in.

"Don't you fucking dare do that. Let it out. Don't try to fight this. You've told me over and over again all you wanted was someone to treat your mind like it was your pussy, or your tits, or your mouth. Well here it is. It's happening. My words are rubbing the clit between your ears. Accept it. Feel it. Let go. I'm so fucking deep inside of you I can see everything, all the hurt, all the love. I can see all the things you hide from me. I can see the things you hide from yourself. This is what you've been waiting for your whole fucking life. It's time to free yourself. No more hiding. I know this isn't what you thought it would be. I know this is way more intense than you could have imagined. But think for just a moment, what if. What if you got out of your own way for once in your fucking life, and lived in a moment. This moment. Right here. Right now. Just me and you. Everyone else on this fucking planet vanishing into nothing. Hear my words inside of you. Feel them on your lips, in your neck, in your breasts, in your stomach, and on your clit. That's it. Grind against the invisible man on top of you. Fuck him. Let me have complete control over that beautiful sexy mind of yours. I want it. All for myself. It belongs to me now. Tomorrow when you are on your way to work, when you are cooking dinner, when you are trying to fall asleep, my words will still be inside of you, pinging of the walls of your skull. From this point on your thoughts are my thoughts. Let go."

My hand cradled Jessica's face as she let out a long building moan, evacuating all the air in her lungs. "That's it. Give it to me. Give me what I want." She gasped and her ass slowly rose off the bed. "Cum for me. I want to feel you fucking cum to my words rubbing your clit, to my words so deep inside your pussy you can feel them tickling your brain." For a moment everything was frozen. Jessica stood on the verge of cumming. Neither she nor I had touched her pussy but that didn't stop her from squirting across my bed. Streams of her juices shot out and she began to cry and cum and moan and scream. "Don't you fucking stop. Feel it. Feel me inside of you. Your mine now. I fucking own you. Your mind belongs to me. From this day forward every time you cum, whether I'm with you or not, my voice will be inside that head of yours. How does it feel? Embrace it. Don't. Stop. Cumming..." and then I just whispered, "Let go."

Her body squirmed like she was possessed. It was like her orgasm didn't originate in her pussy. It was like it originated in the space around her. She felt it in her hair, her fingernails, in the birthmark on her neck. If she had been alone and someone walked in to see this, it might have looked like a seizure or a stroke. It might have looked like someone had covered her body in fire ants and she was dying a death of a billion stings. "Don't worry," I whispered. "I'm here. I'm still here. You are safe and you are mine. Nothing else matters."

Once the orgasm left her, she broke my rules and touched me. She rolled over and buried her face into my chest, tears falling from her eyes. It was OK. Even though I didn't verbally give her permission to, we were both way past that point now, communicating on a higher level. "Shh, it's OK. Let it out. I'm here for you now. You're mine. No matter what happens from this day forward I'll always be here for you. I won't let go."



Mind-Fucking Estella



The lovely Canadian model turned actress, Estella Warren was spending a quiet afternoon by herself at home when she heard a knock at her front door. Who could it possibly be, she thought as she got up from her couch to answer it. She opened the door to find a strange man in a suit and carrying a briefcase standing on her doorstep.

"Hello, Ms. Warren?"

"Yes, that's me," Estella told him.

"Yes, of course it is," the man said as he put a foot in the door, "may I come in please?"

"What's this about," the gorgeous blond asked.

"I have a movie role I'd like to pitch to you," he smiled, "I think you'd be perfect for the part."

Estella had been trying to find a breakthrough role for the past few years. Since giving up modeling so she could act fulltime, several offers had come along, but none had ever really been able to give her career that extra boost she really wanted. Being the pretty face in films like "Planet of the Apes" and "Kangaroo Jack" was nothing to really brag about.

Shrugging her shoulders, Estella stepped aside and let the man into her home. "What the hell, come on in."

Making their way into her living room, Estella took a seat on her couch while the strange man sat down in a chair and placed his briefcase on the small coffee table between them.

"Is anyone else here, Estella?"

"No," she answered thinking there was something not quite right about her visitor.

"Good," he said with a grin.

Feeling a bit uncomfortable, but not entirely sure why she asked, "So what kind of film is it?"

"Oh, it's a small independent project."

"Oh," she said feeling a little disappointed, "it doesn't really sound like the sort of thing I'm interested in."

"I think you'll be very interested in the role, Estella," the man said with another grin.

"Well, if you think so, then maybe you could just give my agent a call," she said hoping the man would take a hint and leave.

"I like to take a much more direct approach to things. Agents would only get in the way."

"Well, I'm pretty sure I don't want the part, so why don't you just go," she said feeling more and more uneasy about the man's presence.

"Well, you're probably right," the man said opening up his briefcase, "you'll probably decide you really didn't want the role in the long run."

"Then why did you even bother to show up on my doorstep if you know I won't take the role?"

"I'm here to make a movie with you, Estella."

"But I'm not going to make a movie with you."

"Oh, but you are. You just don't know it yet."

"No, I'm not going to make a movie with you. Now leave, please."

"Very well, Estella," the man said as he pulled a rather large crystal out of his briefcase, "but before I go, allow me to offer you a small token of my appreciation for your time."

Estella stared at the crystal in the man's hand, fascinated by the way it reflected the light of the room.

"That's right, Estella, look deep into the crystal. Lose yourself in its beauty," the man said in a soft, low voice.

For some reason unknown to her, Estella began to feel extremely tired. Every muscle in her body began to relax and suddenly her eyelids felt incredibly heavy.

"You want to rest now, Estella," the man said, "you want to listen to the sound of my voice and do exactly as I say."

"Yes," the stunning blond said, barely a whisper, as she slumped back onto her couch, completely oblivious as to how she was going to spend the next hour or so of her life.

That was too easy, the strange man thought to himself as he put the crystal back into his briefcase and pulled out a small video camera and tripod. Setting up the camera so it was focused on Estella, the man couldn't help but grin. So maybe he had lied about making a movie with the aspiring actress; it was more like a home video, but he'd be sure to make a copy for her nonetheless.

Finishing with setting up the camera, the strange man once again focused on Estella. "Estella, can you hear me?"

"Yes," she said once more in a barely audible whisper.

"Very good. Estella, I want you to take your clothes off now."

Standing up in her trance, Estella did as the man asked removing her blouse to reveal she wasn't keeping her perky little B-cups in a bra, followed by her skirt, which revealed a lacy black pair of panties. She hadn't been wearing any shoes, and so now with the exception of her underwear she was unknowingly standing fully exposed to the strange man in her own living room.

"Very good," the man said. "Sit back down, Estella."

She did as he told her, and he removed his own clothes.

"Estella, do you like sex?"

"Yes," she said.

"Why don't you show me how much you like sex, Estella. Rub yourself the way you do when you're horny but don't have a man around to please you."

"Yes," she said again and slid a hand down over her breasts, down her flat stomach, and then underneath her panties.

The man couldn't help but display a wicked smile as he stood there watching Estella Warren sit on her own couch and finger herself. His cock was getting harder by the second, and it wouldn't be long until her was inserting it into the lovely Canadian's many orifices.

Estella, now using both hands to pleasure herself, was nearing a climax after rubbing herself for several minutes. "Oooooooohhhhhhhh," she moaned as she came on her hands and smiled to herself.

"You can stop now, Estella," the man smiled, knowing he had just gotten Estella's masturbation from start to finish all on film.

Time to lay down a few ground rules, he thought to himself. "Estella, it's time to wake up."

"Yes," she said in a heavy pant as she was coming down from her orgasm.

"From this point on, whenever I snap my fingers, you will instantly fall back to sleep. When you are awake, you will not attempt to harm me in anyway, nor will you try to get off your couch unless I tell you to. Do you understand?"

"Yes," she panted once again.

"Good. Now, when I count to three, you will wake up. One, two, three."

Estella came to quickly feeling somewhat groggy. She instantly noticed she was wearing only her panties, which were soaking wet from the orgasm she had given herself in the trance. She noticed the strange man, now completely naked, was still in her house. "What? Did we have sex," she asked feeling extremely puzzled.

"No, not yet," he said with an evil grin.

Noticing her soaked hands, Estella displayed a look of total confusion. "Did I—

"Yes, you did," he said walking toward her.

"But how? Why?"

"Because I told you to. You're mine now, Estella. I've hypnotized you. And you will do what I tell you to, when I tell you to do it."

That's not true," she said trying to believe the words she spoke, but feeling an overwhelming feeling of dread wash over her.

"If it's not true, then why are you still on the couch, Estella?"

She didn't know why. She wanted to get up and run away as far as she possibly could, but something was keeping her there. "I don't know why," she sobbed slightly as tears began to well up in her glassy blue eyes.

"You're still on your couch because I don't want you to go anywhere," the man said as he now stood directly in front of her.

Kneeling down in front of her, the man ran a hand from one of her feet, up her calf, and along the inside of her thigh to her panties.

"Don't," Estella whined, unable to move and having no idea exactly what the evil man would do to her.

"Sorry, my dear, but you're not in control here," he said as he pulled her panties down off of her legs.

"I can give you money," she said as tears now began to roll down over her beautifully sculpted cheekbones.

"No thank you. This will do just fine," he said as he ran a finger over her neatly trimmed snatch.

"Please, I'll do anything" she cried.

"I know you will," the man said standing up so that his throbbing cock was now directly in front of Estella's face, "and right now, I want you to suck my dick."

"No, please," she begged shaking her head.

"Oh, come on, you've got a pair of lips that were made for sucking dick."

"No," she said once again shaking her head and crying at the strange man's cruel words.

"Very well then," he said, snapping his fingers.

Estella instantly fell back to sleep. Still standing over her, her visitor gave her his next command. "Lean forward, Estella, and open your mouth."

She unknowingly complied with his order, and he inserted his erect cock into her mouth. Estella had no idea what was happening; no idea that she was now doing the very thing just seconds before she said she would not do.

"Oh yes, that's good, Estella," the man sighed as he slowly began to slide her head back and forth along his cock.

He stood there sodomizing her mouth for several moments before deciding to make her torture even more interesting.

"Estella, I'm going to count to three again, and when I do, you're going to wake up again," he said grabbing two good handfuls of her hair. "One, two, three."

The former swimsuit and fashion model once again instantly woke up, this time with the unpleasant experience of having the strange man's cock in her mouth. "Mmmmmm," she screamed around his shaft and tried to pull away.

Holding her by her pretty blond hair, he wouldn't let her back away from his throbbing cock and shot his load into her mouth.

Estella began to cough and gag as the man's seed flowed down the back of her throat, and he finally let go of her hair, letting her fall back onto the couch still coughing and trying to catch her breath.

"I thought you said you weren't going to do that, Estella."

"Please, just stop this. Don't do anymore. I beg of you," she bawled.

"Oh, we're just getting started," he said as he repositioned her on the couch so she was now lying on her back. Spreading her legs, he knelt down on the couch between them and wrapped her long lovely stems around his waist. He was already hard as a rock once again, and he was thankful for the month of abstinence he had put himself through for the preparation of this moment.

Estella suddenly realized the man wasn't using a condom. It was bad enough he was fucking her like this, but she couldn't stand the thought of possibly getting pregnant by this man. "Wait, please," she screamed.

"What now," he said looking down at her tear stained face.

"Please use a condom. You could get me pregnant."

"I hadn't thought of that," he said, "I guess I could get you pregnant couldn't I?"

She nodded her head, hoping to god that she might reason with the man and convince him to do her this one small favor.

"Well in that case, let me give you one more little thing to remember me by," he said as he viciously thrust his entire length up into her unwilling vagina.

"Nooooooooooo," she screamed as he began to savagely thrust deep inside of her body.

"Yeeeeeessssssss," he screamed mockingly, reaching down to grab her tits and admire the streams of tears he had caused to roll down her face, and enjoying the way her warm snatch wrapped around his shaft.

"Uuunnnnhhhh, please, uh, don't, ah, do, erhh, this," she breathlessly panted in vain.

"Do what," he said with a grunt.

"Ahhhhh, please, uhn, don't, arrghhh, er, get, ah, me, pregnant, uuuuunnnhhhh," she continued to beg between moans of unwanted pleasure.

"Get ready," he said with his evil grin as he continued to unmercifully pump her sans condom, "because you're nine months away from being the mother of my bastard child."

"Noooooooo, ugh, ugh, uuuuunnnnngghhhhhhhm aaaarrrrrrrgggghhhhhh," Estella screamed as the strange man bottomed out inside of her letting his entire seed flow into her warm moist snatch. "I hate you," she said breathlessly, feeling completely helpless and abused, and knowing he could have very well just gotten her pregnant.

"Unfortunately, only one of us is really required to be enjoying ourselves here, Estella," the man said as he pulled out of her snatch and snapped his fingers, causing her to once again fall asleep.

The man went over to his camera and repositioned it at the end of the couch, so he could get a more up close and personal shot of what he was going to do next. When he watched the tape later, he wanted to see the expression on Estella's face for what was about to happen.

Rolling her over onto her stomach, he pulled her up to her knees, and positioned himself behind her. Sliding his once again hard cock into her unknowing snatch, he once more enjoyed the feeling of her tightness as it clung to his member.

"Unnnngggghhhhh," Estella unknowingly moaned as the strange man reached around her body to grab her ample breasts and forced her back and forth onto his cock.

Deciding it was once again time for Estella to wake up, the man counted to three.

"Aaaaaahhhhhhh," she screamed as once again she awoke to find herself in a precarious situation. "Please just stop this," she begged, and then began to cry even harder than she had before as she noticed the camera staring her directly in the face. It wasn't enough that he was completely humiliating her and may have gotten her pregnant, but he was filming her entire ordeal as well.

"Don't worry, Estella, we're almost done here," he said as he slid in and out of her snatch.

"Unnnnhhhhhh," she moaned and hung her head, hoping that he was telling the truth and she was indeed almost at the end of this savage act.

"Estella," the man asked.

"Uhhnnnn, yes," she sobbed.

"Has anyone ever fucked your ass?"

She wished she could somehow run away, but this evil man had sapped her of her will. All she could do was beg, "No, please dear god not that. Pleeeeeaaasssse," she screamed.

"I take it, that's a no," he said as he let go of her breasts and pulled out of her snatch.

"Please, I'm begging you. Have merccccyyyyyy, uuuuuuunnnnngggghhhhhh," Estella screamed in pain, shock, and disgust as he spread her ass cheeks apart and rammed his cock into her firm and round little bubble butt. Knowing there was nothing she could do to improve her situation, Estella just hung her head in shame as the man reached one hand around her body to grab her breasts and slid his other around down to her snatch.

"There's nothing like fucking a virgin asshole," the man taunted her, "especially one that clamps down on my cock as hard as yours."

"Noooooooo," she bawled, "Uggghh, you've probably gotten me pregnant. Please, show some mercy, uhhnn, not this, aaaarrrrrrgghhhhh," she wailed as he began to pump in and out of her ass.

"Sorry, baby, but as long as I'm here, I'm gonna enjoy the ride. Don't worry, you don't have to," he said as he rode her ass nice and slow, fingering her clit and causing her to spasm back onto his throbbing cock.

"Mercy, mercy, mercy, uuuuggghhhhh, aaaaarrrrggghhhh." The man continued to pump her, and Estella just buried her face in the cushions of the couch until she got an idea; one last small sliver of hope. "Wait, please," she pleaded.

"What," the strange man asked impatiently.

"Knock me out."

"What?"

"Hypnotize me. Don't make me remember this. You tried to get me pregnant. Don't make me do this knowingly. Please, mercy, I beg of you. I beg of you."

"Sorry. That ain't happening. You're going to remember every last inch of this experience," he said as her gave her several more long hard thrusts into her ass.

"Nooooooooo, ugh, ugh, arrrrrggghhhhhh," Estella screamed and cried as the man continued his anal humiliation of her.

"Uuuuuuuggghhhhh, uuugghhhh, aaaargggghhhh, uhn, aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh," she screamed one last time as he drove her to the most humiliating orgasm of her life and released another huge load, this time into her ass.

The man pulled out of Estella's ass, and she fell face first into the cushions of the couch, exhausted. He probably didn't have to snap his fingers to put her back to sleep, but he did anyway and got dressed and gathered up his camera.

"Estella?"

"Yes," she moaned breathlessly.

"I'm leaving now, but I'm going to send you something very soon. When you get it, you're going to want to have sex. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"You're going to finger yourself just like you did earlier. Understand?"

"Yes."

"Good girl."

The man walked to the front door. Just as he was stepping out to leave, he looked back toward the living room, counted to three, and told Estella to get off of the couch.

The actress woke up feeling completely humiliated from what had happened.

Several weeks had passed. Estella was happy to at least not have gotten pregnant after her whole ordeal. One day, a small package came to her in the mail, containing an unmarked DVD. She put it in her DVD player and saw the strange man who had hypnotized and fucked her and all the terrible things he forced her to do. And then, even though the home made film brought nothing but sorrow to her soul, she for an unknown reason reached a hand into her pants and began to rub herself just the way she liked.



Mind-Fucking Hayden



Hayden Panettiere had returned to her New York hotel room after a long day. She enjoyed her work, helping promote the message of the Candie's Foundation, which strove to reduce teen pregnancy. Still, the busy schedule did occasionally take its toll on her, with the constant public appearances, television interviews, and photo shoots the foundation asked of her, along with her work with other charities, not to mention her professional obligations to a multitude of studio projects. Hayden was just ready to relax, and so, she was now glad to be back in her room. 

She kicked off her high heels, letting them fall where they would on the floor as she lazily walked to the king size bed in her room, and let herself fall down face first onto the mattress. She pulled her hair out of the bun it was tied up in and just let her long golden locks fall down across her back and shoulders. Just to be off her feet momentarily, to let herself rest, was enough to make Hayden smile. She didn't consider herself a diva, but the foundation had been kind enough to book her a rather large suite in a five-star hotel that prided itself on maintaining a sense of privacy for its guests. 

The beautiful young actress was half asleep when she heard a light knock on her door. She wondered who it could possibly be as she forced herself to get up off of the bed. She smoothed down the wrinkles in her sexy little black dress that showed just enough of her young ample cleavage, as well as just enough of her upper thighs to make any man look twice when she walked into the room, but left enough to the imagination as to not make her appear too slutty like so many other young starlets in the entertainment industry. There was another gentle wrap at the door, and she now hurried to answer it, still not entirely sure who it could be. 

Hayden Panettiere opened the door of her hotel room to see a man she had never seen before standing in the hallway. He was well dressed in a suit and tie, and had a briefcase in one hand, and a small box in the other. 

"Ms. Panettiere," he asked with an unusual sort of smile. 

"Yes," she said, "but you can just call me Hayden." 

"Well then, Hayden, I'm from the foundation. It's a pleasure to finally meet you." 

"Oh, yes, well, I'm afraid I don't know your name. No one told me anyone would be stopping by." 

"No, I don't suppose they did," the strange man said with a grin that made her feel somewhat uncomfortable. 

"Um, has there been some kind of change in the schedule. Do I need to make another appearance," she asked. She hoped that he would say no. In truth this was the last day of official work for her latest trip with the foundation. She had the room booked through the weekend, and she planned on spending a little spare time in the city, but if plans had changed, she was professional enough to do whatever was asked of her at a moments notice. 

"Oh no, no change in the schedule. I just wanted to stop by and give you this," he said as he handed her the small box. 

Hayden realized that the box he was handing her was a pendant box, which seemed rather odd, as the foundation had never given her such a gift, but she accepted it from him and opened it. Inside was a small elegant pendant with a brilliant peridot, her birthstone. For some strange reason, Hayden couldn't pull her gaze from the stone. 

"That's right Hayden. Look deep into the stone," the strange man said soothingly. 

She didn't know why, but all Hayden wanted to do was keep her eyes fixed on the remarkable green pendant looking up at her. The man's voice was soft and soothing, and she'd do anything he asked as long as she could just keep the pendant within her sight. 

"Hayden," the man said exerting his growing control over her mind, "Why don't you let me into your room, and we can talk about that pretty necklace you're holding." 

"Yes, please come in," she said with no resistance and stepped aside so he could enter. 

The man stepped into the room, closing the door behind him, and making sure to lock it. He took a quick survey of the room, and noticed two rather large comfortable looking chairs in one corner of the room with a small coffee table between them. 

"Hayden, why don't you sit down," he said pointing to the chairs in the corner. 

Hayden did as the man suggested, walking towards one of the chairs, but never taking her eyes off of the necklace she held in her hands, as she sat down. 

The man sat down in the other chair and grinned evilly; Hayden Panettiere's mind now belonged to him. And with his newly attained power, the actress would be helpless to keep him from using her body for his every pleasure. 

It was time to lay down the ground rules for his new prize. "Hayden, you are mine now. Do you understand?" 

"Yes," Hayden nodded. 

"Excellent," he said. "Now, in the morning you will not remember anything that is about to happen here. You are never to try to hurt me in any way. And from this point forward, whenever I snap my fingers, you will instantly feel just like you do now, peaceful, content, and ready to do whatever I tell you to, is that understood?" 

"Yes, I understand," Hayden mindlessly replied. 

"Very good, Hayden. Now, that silly pendant has done its job, but seeing as how you're so fascinated by it, why don't you let me put it on for you," he said as he took it out of her hands, and walked behind her chair. Brushing her long blond hair to one side, he removed the pendant from the box, reached around her neck, and placed the necklace on her. 

"Excellent," he said as he walked back in front of her and opened his briefcase. "Just make yourself comfortable for a moment, Hayden," he said as he removed a video camera and tripod from his case and began setting it up, so it was facing Hayden in her chair. It took him only a few minutes to get the camera arranged the way he wanted it, and only another moment after that to remove his clothes. 

His cock was already rock hard and jutting forth from his body in anticipation of what he was about to do to the young actress, but he was willing to exercise a small degree of patience and see to it that his desires were met in the most perfect of fashions. 

"Hayden," he said with a smile. 

"Yes," she breathlessly replied, completely oblivious to her situation. 

"Your dress looks terribly uncomfortable. Why don't you take it off?" 

"Yes, I should," Hayden said as she pulled her dress up over her shoulders and off of her body, revealing a black bra and matching panties, a cute little belly button ring in her navel. 

"Very good, now feel free to drop your dress on the floor." 

Again the actress unknowingly did as the man suggested. 

"Wonderful," the man said as he walked towards her. "Hayden, I'm sure you don't need your bra on either, do you?" 

"No," she said. 

"Well, then, let me help you take it off," he said as he stood above her, reaching down to her. 

He let his hand cup her right breast, massaging it gently, and only barely pulling away the fabric of the bra from her body. "Mmmmm," Hayden moaned unknowingly as he knelt down in front of her and brought her nipple to his mouth. He reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. She offered no resistance as he removed her bra from her upper body and let it fall to the floor. Her mind was not fully aware of the situation, but the rest of her body was warm all over from just his touch. With her bra no longer an issue, the strange man leaned up to her mouth and gave her a long passionate kiss, which she returned in kind. He let his tongue probe the inside of her mouth for several seconds before pulling away. He let his tongue slide down one side of her face and drag along her lovely neck before returning to her breasts. He gave each of them equal attention massaging them gently and sucking on her nipples. "Yes,

mooore," Hayden pleaded in oblivious delight. 

Hayden let out a quiet giggle as the man ran a hand down her cute little tummy, working his mouth down off of her breast and planting gentle little kisses over her stomach as he moved closer to her panties. 

"Hayden," the man asked with an evil grin, "would you like me to take off your panties?" 

"Yes, please," she replied breathlessly. 

The man couldn't help but smile, knowing that his camera was capturing all of this. He pulled her panties off of her hips, and slid them down off of her legs, letting his hands brush over the top of her soft silky legs. He threw her panties to the floor next to her bra and dress, and let a hand drift toward her completely shaved snatch. 

"Ohhhh," Hayden moaned softly as the man brushed her smooth snatch. She was already beginning to get wet, her body having no control over just how much she was unknowingly enjoying all of this. 

"Yessssss," she panted as he stuck a finger inside of her and then another. She unwittingly grinded her crotch onto his digits. "Ooooooohhhhhh," she cooed. 

"Are you enjoying this Hayden," the man asked as he ran his fingers in and out of her body. 

"Oh yessssss, uhnn," she moaned and arched her back slightly, letting him delve even deeper into her body. 

"You're a slave for my touch, aren't you," he asked. 

"Oh yes, I'm your slave, aaahhhhh," she agreed in erotic delight.

"And I'm your master," he said as he quickened the pace of his fingers gliding in and out of her unknowing receptive snatch.

"Uhhhnnnnnn, Master, don't stttttoooooppppppp," she blissfully pleaded as she braced her hands on the arm of the chair, arched her back, and grinded her hot little body down onto his fingers. Her clit made its first appearance, and he started giving it special attention, twiddling it with his thumb. "Moooooorrrrrre, pllllllleeeeeaaaassssssse," she begged as he continued to finger her, reaching up with his other hand to gently squeeze one of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

"Ooooohhhhhh, uuuuuuhhhhhhhn, aaaaaaarrrrrgggghhhhhhhh," Hayden Panettiere screamed and came in ignorant bliss as this strange man fingered her and came all over his hand.

"Oh yes, Hayden, I'm going to have all sorts of fun with you," the man said as he pulled his hand back from her warm, moist snatch. He brought his fingers to his mouth and licked her juices from them. "Absolutely delicious, you are Hayden," he said with a grin. "Why don't you see for yourself," he said as he placed his fingers at her lips, and gently stuck them in her mouth.

"Mmmmmmm," Hayden moaned as the man gently ran his fingers in and out of her mouth, sucking off all of her sweet nectars from his digits. Her lips were wrapped around his fingers firmly, and he couldn't wait until he placed something else inside her mouth, but all in good time.

"Well Hayden," the man said removing his fingers from her mouth and standing directly in front of her, "are you having fun?"

"Oh yes," Hayden breathlessly cooed as she leaned back in the chair, coming down from her orgasm.

The man leaned down and grabbed her ankles, raising her feet and legs up off the floor while she remained seated in the chair. "I've done something nice for you," he said as he placed the soles of her feet on his chest and slid them gently up and down on his torso, "maybe now you could do something nice for me."

"Anything," she said, "please, let me please you," she giggled as he brought her feet down to his cock and placed it between them. He began sliding his member slowly between her feet, letting her feel just how engorged he was. "Oh yes, Master, fuck my feet," she moaned.

He dropped her feet, letting them fall down to the floor and grinned. "Oh Hayden, I'm sure we can do that if there's time, but I didn't go to all this trouble just to fuck your pretty little feet. Why don't you lean forward, and really show me how much you want to please your new master."

Hayden did as the man had suggested to her and leaned forward in the chair. She gently grabbed his cock with one hand and began to lightly jerk him off.

"Ooooohhhhh," the man moaned, "very good Hayden. Don't forget to cup the balls," he smiled.

Hayden again did as she was told and with her other hand began to gently fondle his testicles. "Do you like it Master?"

"Oh yes," he moaned again, "very much. Now why don't you put your lips around me, and show me just how good of a slave you can be."

Once again doing as he commanded her to do, Hayden Panettiere leaned forward and wrapped her mouth around the man's cock, stroking his length with one hand, while fondling his balls with the other; she began to glide her lips along his shaft. It was pure heaven for the hypnotist. Hayden was perfect in her desires to please him.

He ran his hands through her hair as she continued to bob her head back and forth along his member. "Oooohhhhhh yesssssss, Hayden," he moaned.

Not removing her lips from his cock, Hayden looked up at him with her sparkling blue eyes, and gave a little grin from around his tool, "Mmmmmmmm," she moaned in response to his encouragement to her pleasuring him.

As Hayden moaned, the vibrations of the sound she made further enhanced his pleasure around his rod.

"Oh Hayden, do that again," he moaned as he began to feel a little weak in the knees, "hum while you suck my cock."

"Mmmm, mmmm, mmmmmmmmmm," she obeyed his command to further enhance the pleasure she was giving to him as she continued to move her mouth up and down his cock.

He was only barely keeping his hands placed on her head, not guiding her in any way, letting her do all of the work. The man knew he was about to cum. "Hayden, I'm going to explode in your mouth."

"Mmmmmmmm," she hummed on his rod in oblivious delight and anticipation of pleasing her master.

"I want you to swallow all of me," he moaned, knowing he'd only last a few more seconds.

"Hmm, mmmhhh," she nodded her head, looking up at him again with her big blue eyes.

Seeing her magical eyes once again looking up at him, this time in anticipation of receiving his seed and swallowing him down was too much. Keeping his hands on her head, he grabbed two handfuls of her beautiful blond hair, and moaned as he leaned his head up to the ceiling and came for what felt like an eternity to him into the actress's warm, receptive mouth.

After a moment, he looked back down at Hayden to see her finishing taking in all of his seed. She slowly pulled her mouth off of his tool, letting the tip of her tongue drag along the bottom of his shaft as she did, and then finally licking the very tip of his rod once she had completely removed herself from him.

Noticing that she hadn't wasted a drop of his load, he gently guided her to lean back in the chair and leaned over her. "Hayden, that was amazing. You are quite the little slave, and for your obedience and willingness to please me, I think you deserve a reward," he said as he leaned down and gave her ear a light nibble, then moved down to her neck, planting soft kisses on her cheek along the way.

"Oh, master," she moaned as she ran a hand through his hair, and he continued to move down her body, again sucking on her perky little breasts.

He kept moving his way down her hot little body, planting kisses on her stomach, until finally, he was kneeling in front of her with his head right between her legs. The man grabbed her hips, and pulled her slightly towards him. He then took her legs and placed them up over his shoulders. And then, he began to reward her for what she had just done for him, slowly dragging his tongue up her warm, moist little snatch.

"Ahhhhhhhh," Hayden gave a soft little moan as he began to eat her out. Having already succumbed to one orgasm, her body was ready for further stimulation, and it didn't take much for him to once again get her soaking wet. "Uhhhhnnnnn, uhhhh, aaaahhhhhhhh," the actress whined in an unknown to herself exhilarated delight as her master ran his tongue all over her womanhood, softly nibbling her, and stimulating her body toward another blissful explosion. "Oohhhhhhhhh, aaaaahhhhhhhh, uuuunnnnnhhhhhhh," she moaned, now unknowingly lifting her hips slightly and grinding her pussy gently onto her master's face, allowing him to further pleasure her. "Ooooohhhhh, ooooohhhhhh, ooooooohhhhhhh, fuuuuuucccccckkkkkkk," Hayden screamed, bracing her body up with both hands on the arms of the chair, letting this strange man eat out her little pussy as her body was struck by another unknown orgasm.

Hayden Panettiere came all over the stranger's face, and her body sank back down into the chair. He grinned sadistically, knowing that his camera was recording all of this. Grabbing her by the hair, he firmly, but not forcefully pulled her up out of the chair, and made her kneel down, laying her stomach down across the coffee table, so she was now facing away from him and looking directly into the camera. He positioned himself behind her, and leaned down to once again to gobble her snatch. This time he used his fingers as well to pleasure her, prying open her lips so he could let his tongue probe even deeper into her body. Her clit jutted out toward him invitingly, and he gently took it between his lips, and hummed softly, letting the vibrations of the sounds he made further stimulate the actress's body and drive her mad with delight as she had earlier done to him.

"Uuuugghhhhhh, uuuuunnnnnnn," Hayden squealed, momentarily letting her body rise up off of the table, before falling back down. The man took one of her hands, and guided it down toward her crotch, wordlessly directing her to feel free to rub and pleasure herself along with him. "Oooooohhhhh, yeeeeeeaaaaaahhhhhhh," she moaned as her master continued to eat her out, she fingered herself, and her body raced toward a third orgasm.

Hayden's master now even more vigorously than before buried his face into her snatch; munching her to a level of crazy mindless bliss. "Yeeeeesssssss, aaaaaahhhhhhh, aaaahhhhhhh, aaaaaaarrrrggghhhhh," she squealed once more, again grinding her pussy into his face and spraying her womanly juices all over him.

Hayden Panettiere lay there knees on the floor, with her stomach bent over the coffee table of her luxury hotel room. This man had driven her body unknowing to her to three climaxes already, and planned on using her for even more pleasures before the night was through. He positioned himself behind her, and grabbed the front of her thighs, rubbing them gently, loving the way her silky smooth legs felt in his hands. He let his jutting cock slide toward her soaking pussy, and let the tip of his member run against the outer edges of her lips.

"Ooooooohhhhhh," Hayden cooed in mindless yet delighted anticipation of what her body knew would soon come. Slowly, the man inched his way inside of her, going slow so that she could feel every inch penetrate her. "Aaaaahhhhhhh, the actress moaned as her mindless body enjoyed the pleasant yet unknown to her violation. He buried himself inside her snatch to the base of his cock, and then slowly and methodically began to glide in and out of her. "Uuuuuunnnnnn, uuuhhhhhh, uuuuhhhhh, eeerrrrgghhhhh," she moaned as he finally began to fully enjoy her body, firmly holding her hips and forcing her back and forth onto his cock as he rammed into her.

Her tight little body was incredible; all of his work and planning was worth it in moments like this. He pumped her slow and hard for several minutes, enjoying the feeling of her tight vaginal walls clamping down on his engorged member. "Hmmmmmm, aaahhhhhh, ooooohhhhhhhhh," Hayden moaned yet again. He reached underneath her, cupping her firm B-cups, gently fondling them, and lifting her up off of the table, letting the camera capture the total violation of the mind dominated actress. "Yes, yes, yes, uuuuunnnnhhhh, ooohhhhh, uuuuuhhhhhhhnnnnnn," Hayden screamed, not knowing her predicament or that it was all being recorded.




Mind-Fucking Hayden



He placed her back down on the table again, and grabbed her hips once more, really slamming into her body now. "Arrrghhhh, aaahhhhh, aahhhh, ooooohhhhh, uuhhhhhhhhh," she screamed, reaching down underneath her to further stimulate herself with her hand. Her master quickened the pace now, foregoing the long slow thrusts, to pump her hard and viciously with shorter faster paced ones. "Oooohhhhh, oooooohhhhhh, ooooooooooohhhhhhhhhh, she screamed. Her body couldn't keep up with the pleasure he was giving her, and she could no longer keep herself propped up over the table. She just lay there body limp and mind oblivious that this unknown man was driving her body to another insane climax.

And then, just before he sensed she was ready to burst in erotic bliss, her master pulled out of her. Hayden Panettiere remained where he left her, lying over the table. He pulled away from her and sat himself in the chair she had previously been sitting in. With a somewhat exhausted, yet disappointed whimper, Hayden asked, "Master, why did you stop. Please, don't stop. I want more," she pleaded still unable to lift her small form up from the table, waiting for him to reenter her.

"You want more, Hayden" he grinned wickedly.

Finally finding the strength to lift herself up, she turned around to him, still on her knees, "Yes, Master, please. I need you inside me."

"Do you now," he asked as he leaned forward and lifted her chin up to look into her blue eyes, "Well, why don't you show me how much you really want me to get back inside of you." And he leaned back again into the chair, letting his still extremely hard cock stand directly in front of her face.

Hayden Panettiere's dominated mind again did just as her master suggested, knowing only that she wanted him to continue to pleasure her body, and that to do that she had to first keep him satisfied. She crawled toward him, placing her hands down on his thighs, and then lowered her head down to his raging hard on, wrapping her lips around it. She bobbed her head up and down on his member, slurping up her juices from around his shaft, and licking his precum away from his tip. He leaned his head back again enjoying his mindless little fuck toy. Hayden placed one of her hands around his shaft and began stroking him gently as she sucked, trying to make him cum in her hot little mouth, as she believed that was what her master wanted from her.

The stranger smiled, his little slave was in some ways just a little too obedient. He knew she was jerking him, trying to make him cum faster, but that was not his intention this time. Time to again give her what she was asking for. He reached down and lifted her head away from his cock. "That's enough Hayden, you've proven how much you want my cock. Now why don't you climb on, and I'll give you what you want."

"Thank you, Master," she said as she stood up in front of him. She placed her legs inside the chair, wrapping them around his waist. If she had been a taller young woman, there's no way this position would've worked, but being just a touch over five feet had its advantages for the mind controlled little actress.

He leaned his head down and buried it into her firm tits, nibbling her nipples gently as she ran her hands through his hair and lowered herself down onto his cock. "Aaaaahhhhhh," she moaned in delight, once again receiving what she wanted.

"Go ahead Hayden," he grunted, "show me how much you enjoy my cock."

"Uhhhhhnnnnnnn, yes, Master, uuuuhhhhhhnnnnnn," she moaned as she began guiding herself up and down his shaft. He leaned away from her breasts, keeping a firm hold on her hips to help guide her along, but letting her do almost all of the work. "Aaahhhhh, aaahhhhh, ooooohhhhhhh, oooooohhhhhh, uuuuuuuhhhhhhnnnnnn," Hayden continued to moan. She looked into her master's eyes with her sparkling blues and smiled, whether she knew it or not, a part of Hayden Panettiere was enjoying the fact that this man had entered her hotel room, dominated her mind, and taken to using her body for his erotic desires. Her master started to thrust up his hips as she came down onto his shaft, reaching deep into her cunt with the tip of his cock. "Ohhhhhhhh, aaaaaaarrrgggghhhhhh," she screamed in delight. She placed her hands on his shoulders, trying to prop herself up higher each time before letting her warm pussy slam back down onto his tool. "Ooooohhhhh, fuuuuuuccckkkkkk, Master, aaaaaahhhhhhhhh," she screamed again even louder than before. Fatigue and bliss were once again taking their toll on Hayden Panettiere's body, and she could no longer even hold on to the shoulders of this strange man, let alone guide herself up and down his cock. "Uuuuunnnnn, uuuuuunnnnn, uuuuuhhhhhhhh," she closed her eyes and leaned her upper body back as the man took control and rammed his way up into her snatch.

"Do you want to cum, Hayden," he grunted, keeping a firm hold on her hips and slamming into her again and again.

"Yeeeesssssss," she screamed, "I'm cumming, ooooohhhhh, oooooooo, ohhhhhhhh, fuuuuuucccckkkkkkk. Please master," she panted, "cum with meeeeeee, oooooohhhhhhhhh." He bounced her off his cock hard and violently as she now let her upper body go limp, her body leaning away from him, thrashing to and fro as he prepared to release his load up inside of her. "Ooooohhhhh, aaahhhhhh, aaahhhhhhhggggggg," Hayden Panettiere screamed as her body became warm all over, her juices spilling forth from her snatch, and his seed spraying like a hose up into her.

Hayden just let her body continue to remain limp, leaning back, happy to remain impaled on her master's cock that was still only barely softening. He pulled out of her, letting her body continue its backward trend toward the floor, he guided her down gently, leaving her to lie in front of the chair.

The man got up and adjusted his camera, pointing it now toward the bed. Once that was done, he walked back over to his prize, picked her up, and carried her over to the bed, laying her down right in the center. He lay down on the bed beside her, letting his hand trail down over her tight firm stomach to her crotch and inserted two fingers back into her snatch.

"Uuuuuhhhhhhnnnnnnn," Hayden let out a long slow moan of utter bliss.

"Do you enjoy me fucking your pussy, Hayden," he asked her.

"Aaahhhhh, yeeeesssssss," she lightly nodded, moving her hips from side to side and letting him reach deeper into her body.

"Have you ever been fucked in the ass?"

"Uuuuuuhhhhhhh, no, aaarrrrrrrhhhhh," she continued to delight herself grinding down onto his fingers.

"Well, we'll just have to do something about that," he said as he pulled his fingers from her snatch and rolled her over onto her stomach.

He pulled her to her knees and positioned himself behind her. She had no idea of the way he was about to sodomize her, or just how much he was going to enjoy it.

Placing the tip of his cock between her ass cheeks, he ran his length for a moment between the crack of her tight little buns. "Oh Hayden, you have no idea how much I'm going to enjoy this," he said as he ran a hand over her hot little rump.

"Yes Master, pleeeeaaaaaasssssse," she begged. His spell on her demanded that she continue to feel his cock inside of her, no matter what way it might enter her body.

"Please what," he taunted her as he now lined up his cock with her asshole.

"Please, fuck me, Oooooowwwwwww," she let out a long slow moan as he slowly guided himself all the way up into her third hole. Even his spell couldn't block out all of the pain of him forcing his way all the way up inside of her tight virgin ass. "Aaaahhhhhhhh," she let out a slow sigh as the initial pain of his entrance into her shitter was now complete with him buried balls deep into her rectum. 

He loved the feeling of her tight firm ass cheeks clamping down around his cock. It was truly incredible. Hayden Panettiere may have only been a couple inches over five feet, and just barely over ninety pounds, but what her little form lacked in size, it made up for with firm lean muscle that clamped down around his every inch. Her master just enjoyed himself for a moment, letting the tight sensation continue to clamp down on his entire length. He leaned his head down on her back between her shoulders. She was still just barely panting, as her body adjusted to the feeling of this new experience of anal intrusion, but she was starting to come around to his presence inside of her. The man ran a hand underneath her stomach, caressing her firm abs, and letting it slide up to her breasts. "Uhhhhhnnnnnnn," she let out another soft moan and he fondled her breasts, gently squeezing the nipples between his thumb and forefinger. He let his hand slide back down her body toward her snatch yet again and found her clit. He twiddled it for a moment, gently squeezing it as he had done her nipples. He knew that even with his dick fully up her ass the treatment he had already given her pussy would cause her to cream all over his hand in a matter of moments. "Ooooohhhhh, aaaahhhhh,yeeeeaaaahhhhhh, ooooohhhhhhh," Hayden yelled, spraying his hand with her sweet lovely nectars. She was now fully acclimated to her new anal experience, and began grinding her snatch again onto his fingers, in the process, letting his cock in her ass reach deeper into her bowels. "Uuuuuhhhhnnnnnn, uuuhhhhnnnnn, uuuhhhhhnnnnnnn," she moaned like an animal.

He knew she was ready. He pulled his head up off her shoulders, and placed his hands firmly on her hips. He slowly guided her body away from him, almost helping her to remove his cock from her anal passage. "Ooooooohhhhhhh," she moaned as her little body was guided off of his cock inch by inch. He had about two inches still inside of her before he pulled her back down along his length. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh," she screamed as her ass was again totally filled. He continued guiding her on and off of him for a few minutes, each time thrusting her back on to his cock a little faster and harder than before. "Uhhhhhh, aaahhhhhh, uuuuuuhhhhhnnnnnn," she screamed in blissful pain. After a moment more, he decided the adjustment period had completely ended and rather than guide her back and forth onto him, he began thrusting himself in and out of her anus. "Ooooohhhhhh, fuuuuuuuccckkkkk, fuuuuuuccckkkkkk, fuuuuuccckkkkkkk," Hayden moaned.

"That's right Hayden, you like me fucking your ass," he grunted.

"Oooohhhhh, ohhhhhhh, uuuuhhhhhhnnnnn, yeeeesssss, aaaarrrrggghhhhh."

With his cock still in her ass, Hayden's master rolled over onto his back, but keeping her body upright on top of him and letting the little actress face the camera, while he held her hips and bounced her up and down along his length. "Oooohhhhh, aaaahhhhh, uuuhhgggggnnnnnnn," she continued to squeal. He sat up slightly and reached in front of her, cupping her breasts and fondling them.

"You love a good ass fucking, don't you Hayden."

"Uhhhhnnnn, oooohhhhh, yeeeesssssss, Master, mooooooooore," she pleaded as her ass continued to come down onto the length of his shaft.

"You're a little dirty ass slut, aren't you Hayden," he continued to verbally abuse her, knowing that the camera was capturing all of this.

"Yes Master, pleeeeaaassssse, fuck my ass, uuuhhhhh, aaaahhhh, aaahhhhh, ooooohhhhhh," she begged him.

"You want me to cum in your ass, don't you, you dirty little bitch."

"Oooooohhhh, aaaaarrrrr, uuuuhhhhhnnnnn, yeeeeesssssss," she screamed.

As Hayden came down once again onto his cock, the man held her there for a moment. Removing a hand from her breasts, he grabbed her jaw and made her look right at the camera across the room. "Smile for the camera, Hayden."

She grinned in erotic bliss, doing as he told her. He leaned her body forward, putting her face down on the mattress once more. With his cock still inside her ass, he positioned himself to again be kneeling behind her. He cupped her breasts again, and continued pumping her ass anew, this time guiding her along his shaft so her body would meet his cock with each thrust. "Arrrrhhhhhh, aaaahhhh, aarrggghhhhh, AAAAAHHHHHH," Hayden Panettiere let out her loudest scream yet. Her master rammed in and out of her ass savagely, enjoying every inch of her shithole. Yet again, the pleasure her body was receiving was too much for Hayden to keep herself up. "Oooooohhhhhh, ooooohhhhhh, uuuuuhhhhhhnnnn," she moaned as her arms gave out from under her. Her head on the mattress, the stranger let go of her tits and lifted her hips slightly, allowing him to drive into her ass now at a downward angle that let him touch a new and even deeper part of her anal passage with his length. "Ooooohhhh, aaaaggggg, uuuuuuhhhhhhhh," the small actress squealed blissfully. He grabbed an even more firm hold onto the top of her thighs and braced her little body as he quickened his pace. "AAAhhhhhhh, aaaaahhhhhh, UUUHHHHHNNNNNNGGGGG," Hayden screamed in response to the vicious thrusting into her ass. He was ready to give her his seed; in the place she'd never before received it from anyone. "FUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKK, AAAAGGGHHHHH, OOOOOHHHHHH," Hayden Panettiere cried as her master rammed into her ass with one long hard final thrust. He let his cock bury itself into her body's most reluctant hole, and let his seed spray forth up into her bowels, continuing to let her tight ass clamp down around him and milk up every last drop he could pour into her for this exchange. He didn't so much pull out of her as just let his dick go flaccid and begin to recede on its own from her body. When he finally did remove himself from her completely, he fell back onto the mattress, letting Hayden collapse down on the other end of the bed face first.

He stayed there for a moment looking up at the ceiling of the hotel room. He knew he'd have to be going soon, and he would need to get Hayden cleaned up before he could go. "Hayden," he said as he caught his breath.

"Yes Master," she replied, beginning to pull herself up off the bed and turning around to crawl toward him.

He ran his hand through her long blond hair as she nestled her head down on his chest, reaching down with one hand to stroke his cock, in desire of him fucking her again. "Why don't you go get the shower going," he suggested to his little mind-controlled slave.

"Yes Master," she said as she got up from the bed and walked toward the bathroom of the suite.

He got up from the bed as well and looked toward the bathroom, noticing the steam of the shower creeping out into the main part of the suite. "Go ahead and get in the shower, Hayden. I'll be right with you," he said as he walked toward his camera.

The strange man turned off his camera and put it back in his brief case. He then gathered his clothes, so they'd be ready for him when it was time to go. With his belongings set aside properly for his departure, the hypnotist turned and walked toward the bathroom.

He stepped in the shower to find Hayden Panettiere standing under the hot running water. He took a moment to appreciate the water running down her tight firm body and over her wonderful little curves, admiring how her skin glistened from the steam and moisture. He ran a hand along her back and down toward her ass, cupping her firm tight ass. He turned her around toward him, and leaned down to give her a warm passionate kiss, which she returned in kind. Her master ran his hand up her hip, and let himself cup one of her breasts for a moment, before continuing up toward her shoulder. Pulling away from their kiss the stranger gently guided her body down, so that she was now kneeling in front of him.

"Go ahead, Hayden. You know you can't resist my cock."

Hayden was all too happy to do as her master suggested. She grabbed hold of his tool with both hands and leaned her head forward taking him yet again into her mouth. "Mmmmm," she moaned around his shaft in delight of getting what her dominated mind told her she must have.

"That's good Hayden," her master moaned as he gently took hold of her head and began slowly guiding her along his length. He only stayed in her mouth for a moment, he didn't need to make her swallow his seed again. He had already enjoyed that pleasure. He reached down, and positioned Hayden on her back before kneeling down over her, straddling her chest. He placed his rod between her perfect little B-cups, and gently cupped each of them as he squeezed them together.

"Ooooohhhhh yeeeeaaaahhhhhh," Hayden moaned. He had dominated her mind that now even his simplest touch could begin to raise her levels of erotic bliss. "Uuuuuhhhhhhh," she squealed in delight as he tweaked her nipples slightly and began sliding his cock between her tits. He squeezed her breasts together tightly, once more loving the way he could make her body cling to him. He rammed his cock over her chest for several minutes. After a while, Hayden began lifting her head toward him as he thrust forward, trying to get a taste of him. He taunted her slightly, always keeping himself just barely out of reach. "Please Master, I want you," she whined beneath him. He continued gliding between her tits, and after a moment decided he had taunted her long enough. Hayden's master released his load onto her chest, letting himself spray up onto her neck and face. 

She lay there beneath him, covered in his cum. Hayden rubbed a hand along her face, scooping up his seed in her fingers, and licking his offering from them. He could've stayed there for hours, continuing to take advantage of her in this mindless state, but he knew he had to be away soon, and that he would see her again.

He stood up, and rinsed himself off. Hayden had climbed to her feet as well trying to coax him into staying with her a bit longer. It took all he had to ignore the ways she pleadingly whimpered and ran her hands over his body. More than once he had to pull her hand away from his cock. He finished cleaning up, and turned to his slave. "Hayden, it's time for you to wash up now. Do as I say," he said as he stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel to dry himself.

The stranger walked back into the bedroom and got dressed. He heard the shower turn off and Hayden followed him out a few minutes later. She had done as he commanded, cleaning herself thoroughly.

The man walked over to the bed and pulled back the covers. "Time to go to bed, Hayden," he said motioning for her to get under the sheets and blankets. She did as she was told, and he covered her naked little body with the linens. "Now Hayden, you're going to fall asleep now. When you wake in the morning you'll remember none of what happened here tonight. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master," she answered as sleep began to overtake her. 

With his slave sleeping soundly, the stranger gathered his suitcase and left the suite. No one in the hotel lobby noticed the giant grin of satisfaction he had as he left the hotel.

Hayden Panettiere awoke the next morning feeling incredibly well rested. Her body felt relaxed and refreshed in a way that she could never remember feeling. There was a part of her mind that somehow felt she had just spent the most amazing night of her life with the greatest lover she'd ever have. But that wasn't possible, she thought to herself. Her boyfriend wasn't even in the country, let alone in her hotel room with her. Hayden didn't know why she felt this way, but she smiled nonetheless as she pulled the covers off of her.

To her surprise, she was naked. Hayden never slept in the nude, and couldn't remember why she would've done so last night. Looking down at her naked breasts, she noticed the peridot pendant around her neck. That wasn't hers, but for some strange reason she instantly loved the way it looked, and just decided to keep wearing it. It puzzled her slightly as to where it came from, but she simply couldn't remember. She looked around the room, and noticed her dress and underwear lying on the floor next to one of the chairs in the corner. Why did she put them over there, she wondered. Had she gone out partying the night before and just couldn't remember? No that couldn't be it. She didn't have the hangover one would expect with this strange loss of memory. It must have just been the stress from her obligations to the foundation. She had kept a hectic schedule the past couple of weeks, and of course there were always her other professional commitments. The daily stressors of being a hot in demand young actress must have just caught up to her for one night.




Mind-Fucking Hayden



Hayden smiled to herself. It didn't matter to her what happened last night. Today was hers, a long overdue and well-deserved break she thought. She found her suitcase lying on the couch in the room and found something to wear for the day. She settled on a pair of jeans and a gray long sleeve sweater. She found a pair of comfortable sandals, and tied her hair back in a ponytail. It was nice to not have to wear a dress or a pair of heels for a change. Hayden couldn't help but feel good, and looked forward to starting her day. She grabbed her purse, headed out of the hotel, and caught a cab to Fifth Avenue, for a day of shopping she had been looking forward to since she arrived in New York.

Her day went just as perfectly as she hoped it would. She was all smiles walking through the high-end stores. Occasionally during the day, a fan would recognize her and wave. A few even approached her for an autograph, which she didn't mind at all. She stopped in a pricey shoe store, and found a pair of six-inch heels that she decided she just had to have. She didn't particularly like wearing high heels, but they certainly made her taller and feel just a little more confident when she was making a public appearance or walking along a red carpet. 

A little later she found herself walking past an upscale lingerie store, and decided to take a look inside. After looking around for a few minutes she found a cute, but sexy little pink silk babydoll that opened just below the breasts, and would reveal her sexy little tummy during an intimate moment with her boyfriend. She found a pair of panties to match the babydoll and paid for the bedroom ensemble. She couldn't wait to surprise her boyfriend the next time they had a moment alone.

It was about noon, and Hayden couldn't remember the last time she had eaten. She decided to stop for lunch at a café just off the avenue. The hostess found her a table in a corner away from the lunchtime crowd where she'd have more privacy. The server was nice and quick in delivering her salad. She was almost done, when a man walked up behind where she was seated and snapped his fingers right behind her ear. A wave of calmness rushed over the young actress. Her master had returned for her. 

The stranger leaned down to her ear, and instructed her to grab her belongings and go to the ladies room. She picked up her purse and shopping bags, and did as she was told. Hayden entered the restroom and waited. Her master followed her in a few minutes later.

"Did you miss me, Hayden," he asked with an evil smirk.

"Yes master," she said as he took her by the hand and led her into a stall.

He closed the door to the stall, and looked at her. "Why don't you get down on your knees then, and show me just how much you really missed me."

Hayden Panettiere's dominated mind once again was ready to comply. The actress fell to her knees and rushed to unbuckle her master's belt and unzip his fly. His bulging cock sprang toward her face as she pulled down the top of his boxers. She smiled contentedly as she wrapped a hand around his shaft, leaned in and placed his cock in her mouth. "Mmmmmm," she moaned in delight.

The strange man smiled as he placed his hands on her head, and began guiding her back and forth over his tool. He grinned at just how much he enjoyed sodomizing his little toy, and just how much her controlled mind enjoyed his violations of her.

"Mmmm, mmmmppphhhh, uuummppphhhhh," Hayden grunted around his shaft. Unlike the previous night, he was taking more control in the way she sucked him off this time. He rammed her mouth back and forth along the length of his throbbing member. "Mmmpppp, mmmmppppp, mmmmmm," Hayden moaned and gagged as his tip reached the back of her throat. He loved the way the vibrations of her vocal chords sent sensations along his shaft.

"Would you like to taste my seed again, Hayden?"

"Mmmm, hhhhmmmmmm," she moaned again around his cock, bringing her hands up to cup his balls.

"I thought so," he said as he kept a firm grasp on her head and really rammed her down on top of him. 

"Mmmppppp, mmmppppp," Hayden grunted as his cock reached the back of her throat. "Mmmmmppppp, mmhhhgggg," she gurgled as her master gave one last hard thrust into the back of her mouth and deposited his load down her throat. He held her mouth down on the base of his shaft letting his ejaculating rod spill straight down her throat.

He removed himself from her mouth with a sigh of satisfaction. Hayden took in a big gasp of air, trying to catch her breath. The unknown man pulled up his pants, and looked at Hayden still on her knees in front of him. "Give me your purse Hayden," he commanded her. She gave him her purse, and he opened it. He found her wallet, stuffing it in his pocket. He then found her key to her suite back at the hotel and took it as well. Dropping her purse to the floor, he ordered his slave to remove her sandals and give those to him also, which she did.

"Now Hayden, I have to go now," he said. "I want you to slowly count to one hundred, and when you're finished your mind will be your own again. You will not recall what has just happened. Understood?"

"Yes Master," she nodded and began to count.

Her master left her there still kneeling on the floor of the stall; before he left he dropped a DVD into her lingerie store bag.

A few minutes later Hayden Panettiere regained total consciousness of her surroundings. She realized she was in a restroom, but couldn't remember entering it. She was on her knees, had a strange taste in her mouth, and her throat ached a bit. Why was she having these blackouts, she wondered. Had she thrown up? That might have explained the taste in her mouth and the pain in her throat. And where the hell were her shoes? She was barefoot in a public restroom. She remembered commenting once in an interview how she'd never walk into a public restroom with no shoes. The very idea creeped her out a little and made her feel dirty. Her shopping bags were with her. She pulled out the high heels she had purchased earlier and slipped them on her feet.

Wherever she was, and whatever the reason for her strange losses of memory over the past day, she decided it was just time to go back to the hotel. She stood up and left the stall. She splashed a bit of water on her face at one of the sinks, and cupped her hands to take a sip of water and rinse the taste from her mouth. After drying her face, she exited the restroom and realized she was still in the restaurant where she had eaten lunch. She found her server and asked for the check, which he told her not to worry about as someone had already paid for it. It must've been some fan, she thought, occasionally one offered to do that sort of thing if they recognized her out in public. She didn't usually take anyone up on the offer, but was somewhat relieved this time when she realized her wallet wasn't in her purse. She figured she must've left it at one of the stores earlier.

She left the restaurant feeling puzzled as to what was going on with her. She stood on the street, realizing that with no way of paying for a cab, she'd have to walk several blocks through New York City in high heels just to get back to her hotel. Whatever, she shrugged. She'd call the stores she had been to and see if they had found her wallet once she got back to her suite.

It took Hayden Panettiere over an hour to walk back to her hotel. By the time she made it into the hotel lobby, her feet hurt like hell. This was definitely not the way she had imagined breaking in a new pair of high heels. She looked through her purse for her room key. Great, she had somehow managed to lose that as well. What was going on with her head, she wondered. She was never this irresponsible and forgetful. She made her way to the front desk and got an extra room key.

By the time she finally made it back to her luxury suite, Hayden couldn't wait to take off her heels. Her legs ached, and she immediately plopped down on the couch to rest for a moment.

She looked in her bag from the lingerie store, and pulled out her new babydoll gown and panties. She smiled at what her boyfriend would think when she showed him what she had bought. Strangely, her sexy lingerie ensemble wasn't the only thing in the bag. She found a DVD as well, and even stranger it had her name on it.

The actress, confused, got up from the couch and walked to the other side of the room where the flat screen and Blu ray player were set up. She put the disk in the player, and grabbed the remote. She sat back down on the couch and hit play on the remote.

On the screen, she saw herself sitting in one of the chairs in the corner of the suite. She was wearing the same dress as she had worn yesterday. This couldn't be possible she thought, no one had been here last night but her. From off camera, she heard a man tell her to take off her dress, which she did. Hayden Panettiere could not believe what she was seeing. This had to be some kind of prank with some amazing special effects. There was no way this could be real. Her jaw dropped in horror as a naked man walked into the shot and began fondling and caressing her body, removing her bra and panties. She cringed as she watched how this unknown man molested her, and she was in disbelief as to how much her recorded image seemed to be enjoying everything that was happening to her. A tear began to roll gently down her face as she watched herself begin to suck off this man she had never seen before, and felt as if she wanted to throw up at the sight of her body being bent over the coffee table which was only a few feet away, and watched as this man, who in the recording she referred to as master entered her from behind. By now, Hayden Panettiere realized that this was not fake. What she was watching had actually happened to her, but she couldn't remember any of it.

Hayden's eyes began to fill with tears. On the screen she was enjoying everything that was being done to her body, but here now, she felt repulsed at all that she was witnessing. Why couldn't she remember this, and how had it all happened? Tears were now running down her face as she watched how dirty he treated her, how disgusting he talked to her, how she bounced her body up and down on the stranger and give in to total erotic bliss. She wanted to stop watching, but couldn't bring herself to turn off the disk.

The camera was adjusted to a view of the bed, and she watched as her body was carried over to it. She cried uncontrollably now in terror as she watched as this man asked her if she had ever tried anal sex. The thought repulsed her, and she'd never let anyone do that to her. But now here she was watching herself be sodomized. She could tell that she must have felt some pain from the ordeal at first, but was disgusted how much her recorded self came to enjoy the vile act. The man in the recording changed positions and let the camera capture her face. The actress cried now even harder as she saw how he made her look directly into the camera and smile while he mercilessly pounded her ass. Hayden Panettiere could not believe how much her recorded self seemed to enjoy the abuse and screamed in delight as the man on screen finished with her and let her fall to the bed. She was in shock as she watched herself in the video walk off camera toward the bathroom. The man in the recording walked to the camera, and finally the disk had played to its end.

The young blond actress just sat there on the couch in her suite in total disbelief. There was no way what she just watched could've actually happened. But she also knew there was no way it could not have. Suddenly her recent losses of memory were beginning to make sense. The man in the video must've found her when she was shopping and did something to her in the restaurant's bathroom as well. She had to do something, tell someone, but what would she say, and how would she say it?

As Hayden Panettiere sat on the couch wondering what could be done, she heard a key enter the lock on her room door. She sat on the couch frozen as she watched the lock turn and the door open. The man from the video entered her room, closing the door behind him and locking it.

"Hello Hayden," he smiled. "I take it you watched the video."

"What, How, Why," she didn't even know where to begin. She should've been trying to find a way out of the room, but she was quickly beginning to panic. She remained there on the couch. She tried to lean away from him as far as she could as he approached her. She was able to scamper as far as the far end of the couch. The actress watched in horror as he sat down on the other end of the couch and grinned.

He tossed her wallet, room key, and sandals down on the couch between them. "What I am Hayden, is a man of a certain talent," he started answering her initial frantic questions. "I have a way of controlling people's minds, and once I get in their head, I can make them do all sorts of interesting things. And well, I think deep down you really know why," he grinned evilly.

"What do you want," she asked.

"I want you, Hayden."

Her stomach sank. Somehow she knew the answer before she even asked the question.

"Are you going to hypnotize me?"

"No, I'm not," he smiled.

"I could turn you in to the police. I could show them the video."

"And what would they say, that you had sex with a man in your hotel room and you really, really liked it?"

"That's not, but—

"But nothing Hayden, you can't do anything about what happened last night. What you can do, is make this easy on yourself and do now what I tell you."

"And what if I don't?"

"Well, maybe for starters I'll make you walk through the hotel lobby naked. I could make you walk out to the street. I'm sure there's bound to be a person or two with a camera in New York City. How quick do you think those photos would make it to the Internet? I also have copies of what we did last night. Could you imagine being the next young celebrity with a sex tape? I would think a lot of people would be dying to see it." 

"And you won't do those things if I listen to you, if I do what you want?"

"You have my word," he grinned wickedly, knowing that she was playing right into his game.

She sighed and lowered her head in defeat. She knew there was no way to escape this situation. She had to comply with whatever this man wanted. "So what happens first," she asked, unable to even look at him.

He picked up the lingerie she had bought and tore off the tags. "Why don't you try these on? I'm dying to see how it all looks on you," he said as he tossed the panties and the slip onto her lap.

He stood up from the couch and walked over to the bed as she began to undress. Hayden felt terrible. The lingerie was supposed to be a way to surprise her boyfriend, and now she was putting it on for someone else. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see her tormentor sitting on the foot of the bed and getting undressed.

He watched her do as he had told her. The pink silk clung neatly to her body, slit in the center revealing her firm stomach and leading up to her cleavage. Her short toned legs, her plump little ass, her ample little breasts; it should've been illegal that someone so small could have so many hot curves. And now, he would have her again. And this time, she would remember everything that he did to her.

She finished putting on the lingerie, and took a deep breath as she turned to look at him. There he was, still sitting on the foot of the bed, naked, with a giant erection that she knew would be inside of her soon enough. A tear ran down her cheek. There was no going back. She had to give herself to him, and this time her full mind would experience it. And she knew there was no way she'd react this time the same way she had the night before, even if her only knowledge of the previous night was the video she had just watched. A part of her wished that he would just take control of her mind.

"Come here, Hayden."

Slowly, she walked over in front of him. She stood there. She wanted to run away, but knew it was no use. Run, and she risked letting something far worse happen to her. Hayden shuddered slightly as he ran his hands over the side of her legs and groped around behind her ass, and pulled her closer to him. She wanted to punch him, to kick him, to harm him in any way possible, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. A part of her mind just wouldn't allow it. "Uuuuunnnnnn," she whimpered as he brought a hand around to the front of her body and reached down into her panties. He started rubbing her crotch gently.

"A little dry, Hayden," he mused. "Don't worry, we'll fix that."

The actress couldn't stand to look at her tormentor. It didn't matter. No matter how much she tried to look away from him, no matter how hard she tried to think of something else, after a few minutes, she began to get wet. "Ooooohhhhhh," she whined again as she felt her pussy begin to moisten from his touch.

He removed his hand from her panties and ran it up her smooth stomach. He slid his hand underneath her slip and cupped one of her breasts gently, rubbing it softly, and twiddling the nipple with his thumb. "No, uuhhhhhnnnnn," she sobbed. Her legs were beginning to shake a little.

The man noticed and placed his hand on her shoulder. "Why don't you kneel down, Hayden," he said as he guided her to the floor.

Kneeling in front of him, she saw his huge cock protruding toward her face. She knew what he would order her to do next. She shuddered at the thought of having to put her mouth around it. Again, she thought of hurting him, this time she thought she might bite down hard on him. But again, she realized that she would never do such a thing.

"Go ahead, Hayden, open your mouth, put your lips around my cock, and suck," he ordered her and gently forced her head toward him.

"Mmmmmmm," she gave a soft cry around his member, almost pleading for him not to make her do this. Her pathetic little plea had no effect other than to make him take her head in his hands and begin gently forcing her to bob up and down on his tool. "Mmmmmm, mmmppppp, uuummmmpphhhhh," she moaned once more. "Mmmmmppppp," she wrapped her hands around his tool, in part to stroke him gently in hopes that this part of her torment would be over sooner, and in another part to keep him from forcing her too far down onto him. No part of her was enjoying this.

"Ooooooh, yes Hayden," he moaned, "That's it, suck your master's cock like the good little slave that you are."

More tears spilled from her eyes now. She wasn't his slave. The person she had been last night was not real. She'd never let him treat her like that if she had truly known. But here she was, running her mouth up and down his shaft, not wanting to think about what would happen if she did not cooperate.

"Is my little slave going to swallow my load again," he taunted her.

"Nnnnnnnmmmpppp," she begged around his shaft. She wanted to pull her head up now, try to find some other way that she might please him, but he wouldn't let her go.

"I didn't think you would," he said as he grabbed her ponytail and held her head a bit more firmly. He began sliding her mouth over him faster now.

Hayden was helpless. She knew what he was going to do. "Mmmmpp, mmmm, uuuummmmppphhhhh, ooommmmm," she pleaded. She had given blowjobs before, but she never let anyone cum inside her mouth. She closed her eyes tight, knowing that with the way he was forcing her down on him faster and faster, it was only a matter of moments now before he came. She could feel how hard his rod was throbbing, and knew he was going to shoot a long hard load into her mouth. "Mmmmmmpppppppppp, uuurrrggggpppphhhhhh," she moaned and gagged as his seed shot toward the back of her throat. He didn't force her down all the way, but he still left about half of his cock in her mouth. She tried to pull away, to get away, but he wouldn't let her go, and so she was forced to continue to just let him spray and spray more and more cum into her mouth. There was no way she was going to swallow. Her eyes were filled with tears, but her mouth was filling with his cum, and it started to spill out of the corners of her mouth, slide down her chin, along her neck and throat, and onto her breasts. 




Mind Fucking Kelly Kelly



Barbie Blank, better known to her fans around the world as the WWE Diva, Kelly Kelly was sitting on her couch early one Friday night. Even though the WWE billed her as being from Jacksonville, she actually owned a home in Tampa, which helped keep her address slightly more hidden from the public, and allowed her to maintain a little more privacy. Of course, she still ended up getting recognized by at least one or two people everywhere she went, but it didn't hurt to give herself as much privacy as she could.

It was strange for her to have a Friday off, as her work in the WWE usually kept her busy, either working a live show or traveling to the city where she'd perform next. But for some reason, Vince and the writers just didn't have any big plans for her on any shows this weekend, and so she had a few days off. What to do, she wondered to herself as she sat on the couch flipping through the channels. Being on the road so often had made it hard for her to stay close to friends since she had begun working with the WWE. Just as she started to become frustrated with the realization that there was nothing on television worth watching on a Friday night she heard someone knocking on her front door.

Putting down the remote, she got up from the couch to answer the door. She opened her door to see a man she had never before met standing on her front porch. He had a backpack slung over one shoulder and was wearing a pair of designer jeans and a sports coat. Kelly was also surprised to notice that this man was holding in his hands her cat.

"Sorry miss," he said as she opened the door to greet him, "but I was wondering if you've lost this little guy?"

"Monty," she said with a bit of surprise, "how did you get out," she asked as she graciously took her cat from this stranger on her doorstep.

"I guess he is yours," the man said with a smirk.

"Oh yes, he's mine," Kelly replied with one of her bright trademark smiles, cradling Monty in one arm and stroking his fur with her free hand. "Hey, what's this new collar you're wearing here, silly cat," she asked quizzically as she noticed the new band around her cat's neck. It was not something a cat should be wearing, and rather was an elegant golden chain with a single dark garnet adorning it. As she touched the necklace around her cat's neck, a strange calm came over her. She was relaxed, and didn't seem to have any care in the world.

The stranger on her doorstep grabbed Monty from her arms, and removed the necklace from his neck. Letting the cat jump out of his arms and down to the ground, he gently took Kelly's hand in his, and placed the necklace in his pocket. "Would you like to invite me in Kelly?"

"Yes, please come in," she said as she let him step through the door.

He closed the door and locked it, ensuring he would have plenty of privacy with the diva for the beginning of the evening's festivities. "Kelly, you seem tired. All the busy traveling with the WWE must wear you down, so why don't you show me to your bedroom."

In her new state, the stranger's suggestion seemed like more than just a good idea. She smiled, and then with his hand still in hers, led him down the hallway, through her living room, and into her bedroom.

Her bed was centered on the far wall of the room, with a dresser with a small TV and DVD player on top and the doorway opposite to it. A bathroom and closet were attached to the bedroom along one wall, and across from it was a window looking out onto the street.

The man smiled to himself. It was all just too easy, the way he slipped into their minds and was able to control them. He led the voluptuous blond over to the bed and laid her down gently. Kelly let out a sigh of contentment as he did so. Placing his backpack down on the floor, he brushed her long blond hair back away from her face, and let his hand slide down her body, gently brushing her cheek, and then her breasts which were covered up by a simple white tee-shirt, over her legs which were wrapped in a pair of skin tight jeans, and finally down to her cute little bare feet.

"Are you happy Kelly Kelly," he asked her as he took her foot into his hands and gently began to massage it.

"Yes, very happy," she gave a soft easy sigh.

He knelt down at the foot of the bed, and now taking both her feet in his hands began to gently rub them. Kelly let out another gentle sigh, this time almost a moan of approval. It was time to lay down the ground rules. As he continued massaging her feet, in a calm, soothing voice, the man explained to her, "Kelly Kelly, from now on you are mine. I am your master, and you are my obedient little slave. When I count out loud to three, you will awake, and have no recollection of anything that happens while I control your mind. When I snap my fingers, you will instantly feel just like you do now. And last, you will never attempt to do harm to me. Is everything understood?"

"Mmm, yes," she moaned in delight as he kneaded the soles of her feet.

"Excellent," he said, keeping her feet in his hands and still rubbing them softly. "One, two, three," he counted aloud.

Kelly lay there with her eyes closed for a moment. She felt peaceful and relaxed, and her feet felt as if they were being gently rubbed and massaged. She tried to move her leg, and found that she couldn't. Something had a gentle yet firm hold on her, making it difficult to move for some reason. She opened her eyes, to find a man at the foot of her bed massaging her feet. Kelly pulled her feet back quickly away from the stranger, and scampered away from him up toward the head of the bed.

"Who are you, how'd you get in here," she asked, frightened and confused.

Standing up, the man answered, "I'm your new master, Kelly."

Kelly was taken aback at his answer. "My master? What kind of creep are you? Wait, you're the guy who gave me back my cat," she said as she suddenly recalled that this was not the first time she had seen this strange man who was now standing in her bedroom. But she couldn't remember how they'd ended up here.

The man calling himself her master smirked as he noticed her trying to piece the last few minutes together in her head, and sarcastically asked, "What's the matter Barbie? Your mind drawing a blank?"

"Fuck you, you fucking asshole," she yelled at him in rage at the way he made light of her true name. "I don't know what's going on, but it's time for you to leave."

"Oh, I'm not going anywhere, Barbie," he said folding his arms across his chest.

"And why's that," she asked combatively.

"Because your mind is mine, and I can make you do whatever I want."

"Oh please --

Before she could finish telling him how full of shit she thought he was, the man snapped his fingers, and instantly returned her to a more cooperative state. She just sat there at the head of the bed.

"Stay right there, Kelly," he said as he walked over to the window and closed the blinds then walked over to the light switch near the door, turning on the light in the room. Next, he retrieved his bag from where he had left it when they'd entered the room and walked toward the wall opposite the bed. Taking out a video camera and tripod, he set it up so that it was looking directly at the entire bed and the diva sitting on it waiting for whatever he intended to do to her. He kicked off his shoes and removed his socks. Removing his jacket and dropping it to the floor, he approached the bed. It was now time for the real fun to begin.

He crawled onto the bed next to the diva and gently brushed aside her hair as he leaned in and kissed her. Kelly was in his total control, letting him probe the inside of her mouth with his tongue. After a moment, he pulled away from their kiss, and began planting gentle kisses down the side of her neck. He reached down to the bottom of her tee-shirt, and helped pull it up off of her head and shoulders, revealing her amazing breasts, in a simple white bra. With one hand he massaged one of her breasts, and buried his face down into her warm bosom.

"Ohhhhh," Kelly moaned in approval as he gave each of her breasts equal attention. She reached around his back, and began pulling his shirt off of him, in her ensorcelled state, loving his every touch and wanting more of everything he had to offer her. He let her pull his shirt off of him, letting it fall on the floor next to the bed, and then reached around behind her and unclasped her bra.

Kelly let her bra fall down off of her shoulders, letting her natural D-cups free for her master to admire and enjoy. He gently pinched one of her nipples, and leaned his head down to her breasts again, this time to suck on her other nipple. "Oh yesssss, moooore," she moaned.

With his slave begging for his touch, he was happy to oblige. He reached down to her waist and unfastened the top of her jeans, letting them slide down from her hips, to reveal a pair of simple white panties. With one hand still massaging her tits, he reached down with the other and let it slide into her panties. He could already feel her perfectly shaved snatch getting wet, and inserted two fingers inside of her.

"Uhhhhhh," she cooed as he began sliding his fingers in and out of her, grinding her hot body down onto his hand, and letting him probe deeper and deeper into her.

He laid her back down onto the bed, and with his free hand, pulled her jeans down off of her legs completely. "Ooooohhhhh, aaaahhhh," the diva moaned in sheer bliss, as he continued to slide his fingers in and out of her wet snatch. "Ooooohhhhh, fuck, uuuhhhhmmmmm," she screamed in delight, as her clit emerged, and he gave it a gentle little squeeze.

As eager as he was to do more to his unwitting pet, for the moment he was thoroughly enjoying her reactions to the way his fingers worked in and out of her. "Fuuuuucckkkkk," she screamed ramming her hips down onto his digits. She planted her feet firmly down onto the mattress, and let her hips arch up off of the bed, allowing her master to probe her even more deeply. "Uhhhhnnnnn, uuuhhhh, uuuhhhhnnngggg," Kelly screamed as she came all over his hand. Her hips fell back down onto the bed, and her legs relaxed, but he still kept working his fingers in and out of her body. "Ooohhh, ohh, ohh, ohh, uuuunnngghhhhhh," she unknowingly whined in utter erotic delight.

He removed his hand from her snatch momentarily, pulling her soaked panties down off of her, and then spread her legs wide, so her could bury his face down into her snatch.

"AAAAggghhhhhh," she moaned as he began working his tongue up and down her slit, licking up her flowing juices. He rammed his fingers back up inside of her again, and continued eating her out, to her oblivious approval. "Uuuuhhhnnnn, uuunnnnhhhhggggg, uuuuuhhhhhnnnnnn," she screamed as her body once again began to rise and warm in anticipation of the erotic ecstasy he would soon provide her. He reached a hand up toward her breasts, and began rubbing them gently, all the while continuing to lick and finger her snatch. "Ooooohhhhh, aaaaahhhhh, uuuuhhhhhnnnnn, aaaahhhhhhgggg," Kelly Kelly unwittingly moaned, instinctively raising her legs up onto his shoulders. He no longer bothered using his hands to rub her snatch or her tits, and instead held onto the top of her thighs firmly, keeping them over his shoulders and spread wide as he devoted all of his efforts to using his tongue to satisfy his slave. "Uuunnggghhhh, aaahhhh, yeeeesssss, yeeeesssss, yeeesssss," she screamed as her body was racked by another shuddering orgasm, and she came all over her master's face.

"Oh fuuuuucckkkk," the diva moaned, as her master continued to lick up the juices spraying from her pussy. With his face still buried in her crotch, her master began to position his legs to one side. Kelly Kelly reached down with one hand and placed it on the back of her master's head, running her fingers through his hair, as she delighted in him running his tongue along her moist snatch. "Ooooooohhhhhh, aaaaahhhhhhhnnnnn," she let out another slow whine of pleasure. The man swung his legs around over her face, positioning him and his slave into a hot sixty-nine.

In her dominated state, Kelly Kelly gasped in excitement as she felt the bulge in her master's pants bump her in the face. She began fumbling with his belt and unzipped his fly, pulling his jeans down off his hips as he continued to eat her out. "Oooohhhhhh, moooorrrrre, plllllleeeeeaaaaaase," she moaned. The diva could see now what she wanted, her master's rock hard cock jutting at her face through his boxers. She slid the last barrier between her and his throbbing member down off of him, and cooed in delight, partly in approval of the pleasure her master's tongue was still providing to her and partly in excitement of finally being able to taste the wet tip of his erect rod.

She wrapped a hand around the base of his shaft and leaned her head up placing her hot, warm mouth around his tool. "Mmmmmmppppp," she cooed in delight as she was finally able to service him the way he had done to her.

The man was momentarily distracted from his slave's snatch as he felt her guiding her head back and forth along his shaft. He stayed there for a moment, enjoying the sensation of his eager little slave's efforts to satisfy him. He enjoyed as he felt her begin to slide her hand along his tool, jerking his member toward her mouth, while cupping his balls and gently massaging them with her other hand. "Mmmmmmppppp," the diva moaned around his shaft.

He could've let her continue just what she was doing, and cum in her mouth right there, but he enjoyed the idea of letting the camera across the room capture even more of the depravity he had planned. With a grin, he leaned his head back down to her sopping snatch, and vigorously began anew nibbling her womanly folds and licking up her juices.

"Mmmpphhh, mmpppp, mmmmmmm," Kelly screamed around his shaft, delighted by the renewed attention he was giving her. The vocal sensations of her screams and moans sent a wave of ecstasy up his throbbing rod and through his body. He could feel her now let go of his member, wrapping her arms up around his ass and bobbing her head now more forcibly over his entire length. He was in heaven at the thought of how much his little toy was so eager to please him as he continued to eat her out. "Uuuummmmm, mmmmm, mmmmppp, mmmpppphhhh," Kelly continued to pleasantly moan around his cock. He noticed her clit jutting toward him, and gently placed it between his lips and hummed, sending a sonic sensation of pleasure through his slave's body. 

"MMMMMPPPPP, OH FUUUUUUUCCCK, AAAAAaaaaaahhhhhh," Kelly Kelly screamed, temporarily removing her mouth from around her master's cock and screaming in sheer delight as her hips rose up off the mattress and banging into his face as she came again all over him. "Oooohhhhh, aaaahhhhh, mmmmmmm," she moaned as she gently grabbed hold of his shaft and proceeded to again run her mouth up and down his throbbing tool.

Her master, let his slave continue to guide her mouth along his cock for another moment, wiping his face of her juices, and gently fingering her. "Mmmmmppp," she moaned as his fingers once again found her most sensitive region. He quit twiddling her snatch, and moved his body up over her face, letting her keep him inside of her mouth. He was now kneeling directly over the diva's face, letting her bob her head pleasantly over his shaft. With one hand he reached down and fondled one of her breasts, gently squeezing her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. "Uuummmmm, uuuummmmppphhhh," she moaned as she slid her hand up from the base of his shaft and again began jerking him off.

He crawled back from her slightly, and gently grabbed her by the shoulders and assisted her in rolling over onto her stomach, with his cock never once leaving the inside of her mouth. Kelly Kelly got to her knees as her master lay back on the bed, and continued to guide her head over his entire shaft. "Mmmmmppppp, mmmmmpppp," she moaned, quickening her pace along his length, jerking him harder with both hands now, and trying to make him explode inside of her mouth. He had to grin again. Such an obedient and eager little fuck toy the diva was turning out to be. 

But there would be plenty of opportunities later for her to swallow his seed. He let his hands run through her long blond hair and grabbed hold of her gently, but firmly. He forced her to slow her pace back and forth along his tool as he stood up on the bed, and let her continue to kneel in front of him with his throbbing member in her warm and receptive mouth. Just for the fun of letting the camera capture it all, he forced her down hard on top of his cock a few times.

"Mmmmppphhh, mmmmmgggghhhhh, mmmmmhhhhggggg," Kelly Kelly gagged slightly as her master forced her mouth down along his entire length, forcing his wet tip toward the back of her throat. Even in her ensorcelled and obedient state, the diva was still forced to remove her hands from his shaft, and use both hands to brace herself against his thighs to keep from completely gagging on his cock.

Her master was now ready for what he had really come here for. Pulling her head back, he forced her mouth off of his shaft, and shoved her body backwards so she was now lying on her back on her bed. With a triumphant grin, he asked her, "So Kelly, are you ready for me to fuck you like you've never been fucked before?"

"Oh, yes master, please," she begged, eagerly spreading her legs to invite him down to her and bringing her hands up to her chest to stroke her heaving breasts. Her skin glistened, sweat running down her face, over her neck and shoulders, and down onto her heaving tits. Her mind may not have been totally aware of the situation, but her body was more than ready for everything he was about to give her. She wanted him, needed him inside of her, and she could wait no longer.

The stranger's grin grew even wider, as he already knew this was just the type of response she would give for his question. He completely removed his jeans and boxers from around his ankles, tossing them to the floor, and then knelt down between her legs, his cock lined up with her sopping snatch. He grabbed both of her hands, pulling them up away from her tits, and pinned them down to the bed beside her head, as he leaned his mouth toward hers and gave her a warm passionate kiss. She let his tongue slide into her mouth and hers into his, responding with primal lust to his erotic intentions. With her mind and body temporarily focused on the way his tongue was probing the inside of her mouth, Kelly didn't realize her master was lining up his throbbing member and getting ready to ram it deep inside of her.

"OOOOOOHHHHHH, FUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKK," the diva pulled her head away from his kiss, screaming as he rammed the entire length of his cock straight into her hot, sopping snatch. "Moooooorrrrrre, uuuuuhhhhhnnnnn," she moaned and arched her hips up into his crotch as he began guiding his way in and out of her body.

Her master was in heaven. Her light, athletic body was everything he dreamed it would be, her vaginal walls firmly, but pleasantly squeezing down on his tool as he slid in and out of his slave.

He kept her hands pinned down to the bed for a moment, enjoying the way he had complete and utter control over the diva, not just mentally, but also physically. Not that in her entranced state, Kelly had any care of his physical dominance over her.

"Yeeessss, uuuuhhhnnnn, uuuummmm, aaaahhhhhhnnnnn," she moaned in sheer bliss as he fucked her. He had been going slow with his pace up till now, but decided he could speed up the rate of his thrusts. The diva's body responded with delight. "Aaaahhhhh, aaaaahhhhnnnn, uuuuunnnnnhhhhhh, oooooowwwwww," she cooed.

He quit pinning her hands down to the bed, and let his hands slip underneath her shoulders, letting him slide her body down on top of his cock to meet his every thrust. "AAAAhhhh, ffffuuuuuccckkkkkk, oooohhhhhhh," Kelly Kelly stuttered and moaned as her master forced himself further and further into her body. "Oooooohhhhh, fucking, yyyyyyeeessssss, uuuuhhhhh, uuuuuhhhh, oooooohhhhhggggg," she screamed as her body erupted in delight, her juices spraying out from her snatch and around his cock.




Mind Fucking Kelly Kelly



With her erotic burst of passion and approval at his treatment of her, he found himself now even more able to glide in and out of his slave, with her hot juices lubricating his thrusts so that he could ram into her body with more speed and force. "Oooooohhhhhh, goddddddddd, uuuuuhhhhhnnnnn, fuuuuucckkkkkk, uuuuuuhhhhhhhhggggggnnnn," she moaned. Her master had no intention of stopping so soon, and she loved it. "Mmmmmmooooooorrrre, aaaahhhhhrrrrrggggg," she pleaded.

"You want more, slut," he grunted, taunting her dominated mind. "Don't think I'm even close to finishing with you," he said as he lifted one of her legs, spreading her even wider, and slowed his pace a bit so he could ram into her with longer, more forceful and determined thrusts.

"OOOOOHHHHH, FUUUUUCCCKKKKK, YEEEESSSSSS, YEEEEEEESSSSSS, YESSSSSSSS, aaaahhhhhnnnnnn," she responded to his slower, more deliberate pace. He couldn't believe the way she was responding. He had been in similar situations with various women before, but Kelly Kelly seemed to be hungering for his offerings unlike any before ever had. "Ooooohhhh, uuuunnnnnggggg, moooooorrrrrre, pllllllleeeeeaaaase, uuuuhhhhh, uuuuhhhh, uuuunnnnnnnn. Don't aaahhhhh, sttttooooppppp. Don't fucking sttttooooopppp, aaarrrrrgggghhhhh, uuuuuuuggghhhhhhnnnn," she pleaded.

With his one hand still holding her leg up, he buried his cock inside the diva's cunt momentarily, stopping his thrusts completely, and with his other hand grabbed her by the hair, forcing her to look into his eyes. With his cock buried balls deep inside of her, he asked, "You're loving this, aren't you, bitch?"

"Yes, master. Moooooooorrrrre," she begged, grinding her hips up toward his cock, letting him probe deeper into her body. "UUuuuuuuhhhhhnnnnnn, ooooohhhhhh," she moaned.

"You want me to cum inside of you, don't you, slave?"

"Yes, master, please cuuuuuuummmmm," she begged. In her hypnotized state, she had to have him release inside of her.

"Why doesn't my little slave prove how much she wants my seed," he said as he let go of her hair, dropped her leg, and rolled over onto his back so that she was now on top of him.

"Ooooohhhh, uuuuuummmmm, yyyyyeeeessssss," the diva moaned as she placed her hands on her master's chest, and pushed her body up so she was now straddling him, with his cock still deep inside of her. "Oooooohhhhh, aaahhhhhhh," she whined as she began letting her body move up and down along his shaft.

Her master allowed himself another wicked grin, knowing that Kelly Kelly was now facing directly at the camera across the room. The camera that was capturing her obliviously fuck a stranger like a cum obsessed whore on her own bed, in her own house.

He let his hands reach around her body and gently cup her firm ass cheeks, not really forcing her down on top of him, just keeping her steady along his shaft.

"Oooooohhhh, oooooohhhhh, oooooohhhhhh," she cooed as she ran one hand up through her hair, and let her other hand caress her wonderful tits. UUUuummmm, uuuuuuhhhhhh, uuuuhhhhhhnnnn," she moaned again as her master let his hands slide up her body and fondle her breasts. "Aaaahhhhhh, aaahhhhhnnnn, aaahhhhhhhh," she screamed now as he gently squeezed and twisted her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. She let her hand fondling her breasts fall down onto her master's chest, and used it to brace her body, pushing herself up off of him and then slamming back down all the way to his base.

Her master let one of his hands glide back around her body off of her breasts and back to her ass, keeping a slightly more firm hold of her to guide her down on top of his shaft. Kelly Kelly was beginning to quicken the pace at which she forced her snatch up and down on her master's cock. "Oooooggghhhhh, aaaaggghhhhh, aaaaaahhhhhh, uuuuuhhhhhggg, oooooohhhhh," she screamed, still running her one hand through her hair, and throwing her head back in sexual bliss as she let the deepest parts of her womanhood be probed by her master's cock. "Uuuuunnnnnhhhhhhh," she whined, as she let her hand slide down from her hair, over her neck, and cup her master's hand that was still fondling her breasts, helping him rub her natural, bouncy tits in delight. "Ooooohhhhh, ooooohhhh, aaaahhhhhh, uuuuurrrgghhhhh," she moaned, desperately wanting to make him cum and spray his seed up inside of her.

The stranger let his other hand slide back around to her ass, gripping her firmly. He grunted up at his slave, "I thought you wanted to make your master cum, slave."

"Yeeeeesssssss, aaaaahhhhhggggg," the diva screamed as she placed both of her hands down on his chest and began forcing her snatch up and down along his entire length with even more determination and vigor. "Ooooohhhhh, fffffuuuuuuuccckkkkk, ooooohhhhhhggggg," she screamed as her master began slightly rocking his hips up to meet her snatch each time she brought her body down on top of his shaft. Her body was warming again, preparing to blow in an incredible fashion. She was going to make him cum inside of her. She was determined. She had to have it. "Oooooohhhhh, oooooohhhhhh, OOOOOOHHHHHHH," she screamed as his cock rammed up inside of her deep and hard. "Fuuuucccckkkkkk, fuuuuucccckkkkkk, FUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKK," she screamed and threw her head back, letting her hands slide up her body, over her crotch, along her breasts, and back again through her hair.

She was letting her hips now slam down along his shaft as hard and as fast as she could. "OOOOOHHHHH, FUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKIIIIIINNNGGGGG, GODDDDDDDDDD," she stuttered, her body ready to burst. She could barely keep herself upright. Kelly Kelly let her hands fall back down to her master's chest, barely keeping herself up. Her master took it upon himself to now thrust his hips up to her as she continued to bounce her snatch up and down on his throbbing cock. "OOOOOHHHHH, AAAAAHHHHHH, UUUHHHHNNNN," she moaned. He knew neither one of them would last much longer now. "Ooooohhhhh, oooohhhhh, OOOOHHHHH, FUUUUCCCCKKKK, YESSSSSSS.YESSSSSS, YESSSSSSSSS, AAAAGGGGGHHHHH," she screamed as she came again right as he gave one final thrust up her snatch as she came down on top of him, and forced him to blow his load into the deepest reaches of her body. "UUUUuuuuuuhhhhhhhhnnnnnnnn," she stuttered and moaned as her body surrendered to complete and utter erotic bliss.

She fell down on top of him, laying her head on his chest. He could feel her heart racing through her heaving breasts, sending delightful pulses of her ebbing orgasmic bliss into his sternum. He slipped his cock out of her and rolled both of them over so he was now again on top of her.

"Uhhhhnnnn," she gave a soft moan of approval as he gently cupped and massaged one of her breasts with one hand. With his other hand, he grabbed one of her wrists and guided her hand down to her soaked snatch, helping her to start fingering her still hot and sensitive pussy. "Oooooohhhhh," she cooed as she gently started pleasuring herself.

Still massaging her tit, her master leaned down toward her and gave her another long, hot kiss, which she willingly received and returned. After another moment, he pulled back from their kiss and let his other hand gently pinch her nipple on the tit he was not massaging. Kelly Kelly in her dominated state let her head tilt softly to one side, her eyes closed, enjoying her master's every touch. Time for some more fun, the man thought.

Continuing to fondle her tits, Kelly's master quietly counted, "One, two, three."

The diva again came out of her entranced state feeling peaceful and warm. She felt her hand gently rubbing her crotch. She was wet, she noticed, and thought she must've been having some sort of pleasant erotic dream. She smiled slightly to herself at the idea that she had been having some sort of naughty dream and was awaking to realize she was still fingering herself. But then she realized someone else was touching her, massaging her breasts and gently squeezing one of her nipples. She opened her eyes, and was horrified to see the man from earlier straddling her body and rubbing her tits.

"What the fuck," she gasped as she rolled over and slipped her body from beneath his. She got up off her bed, and realized she was naked, and the man still lying on the bed, propping himself up on one elbow and wearing a smug grin was naked as well. Her body felt exhausted, and her legs wobbled slightly beneath her. She was even more confused than the first time she had come out of the trance, and though she didn't want to believe it, she knew something sexual had to have taken place. She hated to ask the question, and knew that she already knew the answer. "Did we --

"Fuck," he interrupted her before she could finish asking the question, "Yes, we did. And I have to say, you are quite the horny and obedient little slave," he said with an evil smile. "And if you don't believe me, don't worry, we can watch it later," he said as he pointed to the camera on the other side of the room.

"You're filming this," she gasped in horror. "What do you want? Why are you doing this?"

"Because I can," he grinned wickedly once more. "I can hypnotize you, and have your body that way, but I also like the idea of having you fully conscious and aware of some of our dalliances."

She was trying to stay strong, but saw no way out of the situation. "And what if I --

He interrupted her again, "Kelly, you're going to do whatever I want. There's nothing you can do to stop me, and if you try to make things difficult and disobey me I could always show our little video to the world. That would be the least of your worries, however. Maybe I might plant a little seed in your mind, and let you go out and strip in front of the whole world at Wrestlemania. I bet that would get some media coverage."

Her jaw dropped in shock. He was taking every option she might have away from her, and she knew she was going to have to cooperate with him in order to keep him from completely ruining her life. She hung her head, recognizing the hopelessness of her plight, and surrendering to this stranger in order to keep her whole world from falling apart. With a tear rolling down her face, she looked at him still lying on the bed, and asked, "So what now?"

"Now we continue with our little game," he said as he stood up off the bed and walked directly in front of her, "I will have you any way I want, for as long as I want, and you're going to let me."

"And if I do what you want, you won't try to ruin my life?"

"That is the agreement," he said as he lifted her chin to look directly into her pale blue eyes, and then ran his hand through her beautiful blond hair.

Kelly Kelly, the woman who on TV always came across as so happy, and confident, and strong, cringed slightly as he caressed her hair. She was his, and she knew it. "Are you going to hypnotize me again," she asked, in an odd way hoping he would say yes just so she didn't have to remember all this.

He lifted her chin, to look into her tear filled eyes again. "Do you want me to hypnotize you, Barbie?"

She nodded weakly, "Yes."

"Well then, why don't you lie down on the bed," he said as he took her hand and guided her back to the bed. Once she was lying down on her back, her master continued standing over her for a moment, letting his hand run over her smooth stomach and drift up toward her chest.

The diva remained calm through all of this, but gave a slight gasp once she felt his hand slide up and gently cup one of her breasts. She shuddered slightly, knowing there was no other way, and she would have to go through with this. Still sliding his hand over her tits, he raised his other hand and snapped his fingers to put the stunning blond back into her controlled and docile state.

"Aaaahhhhh," Kelly let out a long sigh of contentment. Returning to her mind controlled state, it felt like it had been too long since she had the pleasure of feeling her master's touch.

"Is my little slut ready for more," the man asked with a smirk.

"Yes, please give me more," she moaned in delight as he continued to massage her breasts.

"I think I've been very giving already, Kelly. What can you do for me?"

"I'll suck you off. Let me taste you inside of me," she panted.

"So you want to suck my cock, do you?"

"Oh yes, master. Please let me taste you."

"I suppose we could do that, Kelly. But I have some rules."

"Yes, master, anything," she moaned, almost whining due to her desires to receive his rod once more.

He removed his hand from her breasts and stood up. "Stay there Kelly," he said as he retrieved his bag.

He walked back over to the foot of the bed with his bag. Dropping the bag to the floor, he grabbed the diva's ankles, and pulled her body down to him. He sat down on the bed, and forced his slave up and placed her stomach over his knee.

Kelly giggled with anticipation. She wasn't tasting his cock yet, but in her entranced state, she was enjoying the way her master was touching her body. He let one hand slide underneath her and gently grab on to one of her breasts while letting his other hand run over her firm ass cheeks.

"So you want to taste my cock, slave?"

"Yes, master."

He raised his hand off of her ass and brought it back down with a hard slap on her ass.

"Ooooowwwww," the diva screamed, partly in pain, but also partly in erotic approval.

"I'm not so sure about that," he said as he brought his hand down across her ass again, "there've been times when you didn't seem entirely obedient recently."

"Ooooowwwww," she wailed again, "No, master. Let me please you."

"So I should just let you suck on my cock," he said as he slapped her ass three more times in rapid succession.

"Ooooowwwww, yes, please."

"So you'd rather suck my cock than let me fuck you with it," he tormented her, bringing his hand down across her reddening rump several more times.

"Ooooowwwww, no. I want to suck you off, master. Please," she begged.

"Oh, so now you don't want me to fuck you," he taunted her slamming his hand down on her ass hard a couple more times, to the point where even his palm was starting to sting.

"Ooooowwwww, master, please. I'll do whatever you want," she begged, partly out of desire to feel him inside of her any way she could, and partly because even in her hypnotized state the pain caused from his spanking her was starting to take its toll.

"Whatever I want," he said as he reached down to the floor and into his bag, pulling out a black leather blindfold. He fastened it over his slave's eyes, to which she gave no protest in her obedient condition. He reached into his bag again and pulled out a vibrator. He positioned it at the entrance to her snatch, and rammed it deep inside of her.

"Ooooohhhhhh," Kelly screamed in delight, in part due to having the sensation of having her sensitive pussy stroked with the sex toy, and in part that her master was no longer spanking her ass.

Still cupping her tits in one hand, Kelly Kelly's master began guiding the fake cock in and out of his slave's wet pussy.

"Ooooohhhhh, uuuuunnnhhhh, oooohhhhh," the beautiful blond moaned in approval.

The stranger quickened the pace at which he shoved the vibrator in and out of his slave.

"Oooohhhh, uuunnnnhhhhh, yeeeeaaaahhh, aaaahhhhh," Kelly Kelly moaned as her master rammed the fake dick in and out of her cunt. "Aaaaahhhhhhgggg, mooooorrrre, uuuuuhhhhhggggg," she screamed even louder as her master pinched one of her nipples with the hand he was still using to grasp her tits and keep her steady.

The stranger stopped forcing the fake cock in and out of his slave, leaving it inside of her and again reaching down into his bag. "So it seems my slave likes being fucked with a fake cock," he said as he removed a black wooden paddle from his bag.

"Uhhhhnnn, yes master," the diva panted, wiggling her hips slightly on his lap in hopes of getting the fake dick to stroke her insides more.

"And did I hear you correctly when you begged for more? You want me to fuck you more with a fake cock?"

"Yes master, please fuck me," she begged. "OOOOOOWWWWW," she screamed as her master brought the paddle down hard across her bare ass.

"So now you like a fake cock fucking you better than my real one," he tormented his slave as he brought the paddle down again on her ass."

"OOOOOWWWWW, FUCK," she howled in pain of the paddle slapping her beaten ass, which was now getting redder and sorer by the second.

"Answer my question, slave," he taunted her, smacking her ass with the paddle once more.

"OOOOOWWWWWWWWW," she let out another long, painful scream, instinctively reaching her hands around behind her to cover her ass.

The stranger reached down into his bag yet again, this time retrieving a pair of handcuffs, and slapping them onto the diva who was trying to cover her ass. With the handcuffs in place, her hands were now secured behind her back. He stood up, tossing his little toy face down on the mattress, so she was now kneeling on the floor with her upper body bent over submissively on the foot of the bed. He grabbed her bound wrists with his free hand and raised them up behind her to prevent her from trying to cover her ass, and brought the paddle down on her rump three more times in succession.

"OOOOOWWWWW, AAAAAAHHHH, OOOOHHHHHH," his slave wailed in pain.

"Did I tell you to cover your ass, slave," he screamed at his dominated little plaything, smacking her ass with the wooden board several more times.

"Noooooo, ooooowwwww, master pleeeeaaaaassssse," the blond begged. Even in her hypnotized state, the diva's mind and body were having a difficult time deciding just how to respond. 

"Please what," he taunted her, keeping her hands raised up and whacking her ass with the paddle yet again.

"Ooooowwww, oooohhhhhh, uuuummmmmmm," even entranced as she was, Kelly Kelly was trying to determine the least painful response for herself. "Please, master, I'll do anything. I'll suck you. I'll fuck you. I'll be good. I promise," she whined, wanting to please her master, but at the same time looking for a way to prevent him from continuing to send waves of pain through her ass with the paddle.

Her master released her hands and tossed the paddle to the floor. He rolled her over onto her back, and reached down into his bag yet again, this time pulling out a pair of nipple clamps and an O-ring gag. Standing over her, he placed the gag and clamps down on the bed and began massaging her tits.

"My little slave likes being a submissive little slut, don't you, Kelly Kelly?"

"Uhhhhhh, yessssss," she moaned.

"You like it when I spank your ass?"

"Yesssssss," she sighed as the pain in her ass was beginning to subside a little and she focused on the pleasant and gentle attention her master was now giving her tits.

He quit rubbing her breasts and picked up the clamps.

"Ooooooh, master, please don't stop," the diva pleaded lifting her leg off the floor and gently letting her foot slide up between the stranger's legs and softly rub his stiff cock.

Blindfolded and in her controlled state, Kelly was taken completely unprepared as the strange man quickly attached both clamps down onto her perky nipples. "OOOOOOOWWWWWW," she screamed.

"I thought you said you wanted to please me, Kelly," he said as he twisted the clamps hard down onto her nipples.

"AAAAAWWWWW, FUUUUUUCCCCKKKK, YEEEEEEESSSSSS," she screamed in submissive pain and agony.

"I think I've been pleasing you a lot more, slave," he said as he gave the clamps another cruel twist. "Your master has spoiled you."

"OOOOOHHHHH, OOOOOWWWWWW," the diva screamed, "Yes," she agreed with a heavy pant as he momentarily let up slightly on his twisting of the clamps.

He began twisting the clamps again, slower this time so she wouldn't completely lose herself to the pain, "You said you'd do whatever I want."




Mind Fucking Kelly Kelly



"Yessssss," she whined.

"You said you'd do anything," he said as he twisted the clamps deeper still down into her sore nipples.

"Ooooowwww, yesssssss."

"You'll suck me," he asked, continuing to twist on the clamps.

"YEEEEEESSSSSS," she screamed.

"You'll fuck me," he taunted her, applying even more pressure with the cruel clamps biting down into her tits.

"OOOOOWWWWW, YEEEEEESSSSSS, PLEEEEEEAAAASSSSSE," she howled in misery.

He let up on the pressure he was applying to the clamps once more. "So you'll be good?"

"Yesssss," she moaned, her mind trying to deal with the pain and realization that her master was starting to twist on the clamps yet again.

"And you promise," he continued to torment her as he ratcheted up his pressure in viciously twisting the clamps down onto her sensitive nipples once more.

"Yes, OOOOOWWWWW," she nodded her head vigorously, ready to accept anything if it would make the pain stop.

"Well, if you promise to be good, and do whatever I want, and you say you'll suck me and fuck me, I think I have an idea," he said releasing his pressure of twisting on the clamps, but not letting go of them. "I think what I'm going to do, is fuck your mouth, slave," he said as he quickly twisted the clamps as hard and as far as he could down onto her nipples.

"OOOOOOOWWWWWWW, FUUUUCCCCCCCCKKKK, OOOOOOWWWWWWW," Kelly Kelly wailed in sheer agony.

"Do you like the sound of that, slave? You'll let me fuck your hot little mouth," he said screwing the clamps around her nipples as hard as he possibly could.

The diva writhed in agony beneath his touch, her body language and the words she was screaming a total contradiction to one another, "YEEEEEESSSSSSSS, YEEEEEESSSSS, YEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSS, AAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHH" she shook her head violently back and forth screaming her agreement to his plan in her loudest and most painful scream yet.

He released his grasp on the clamps, but still left them attached to her sore nipples, and grabbed the gag off of the bed beside her. "Open your mouth, slave."

She obediently did just as he had commanded, and he shoved the metal ring into her mouth and secured the leather strap around the back of her head. He stood up away from her and gave himself a moment to smile at the diva that lay before him, naked, blindfolded, hands cuffed behind her back, clamps cruelly attached to her nipples, a vibrator shoved up her soaked pussy, and her mouth shaped in the most inviting little hole for his cock. He could have her any way he might imagine at that very moment and he knew there weren't many men, if any, who would not have helped themselves to using her hot sexy body for their every perverted enjoyment.

He grabbed his slave by her long blond hair and pulled her up off of the bed. She let out a small contorted moan of pain from around the gag as he dragged her to her feet, while he himself sat back down on the foot of the bed. The entranced Kelly Kelly gave another slight moan around the gag as he forced her down to her knees in front of him. Clenching two fistfuls of her long blond hair, he lined up his cock with her spread open mouth.

"Grrrrggghhhh," she grunted as he shoved her unresisting mouth down onto his shaft. "Mmmpppphhhh, ggggggrrrhhhhhggggg," she gagged as he brought her mouth down onto the base of his cock, letting his tip reach the very back of her throat. 

Despite being hypnotized and completely willing to accept all that her master was doing to her, a part of the entranced Kelly Kelly still realized that his cock was being forced toward the back of her throat and would eventually cause her to choke and gag. Yet with her hands bound behind her, she could do nothing to keep him from forcing her down farther along his throbbing length. Her feet started kicking instinctively behind her, and for a brief second she was able to get her feet underneath her body and stand herself up a little. Her master gave a grin to the camera facing him on the other side of the room as the hypnotized diva began to rise to her feet, her body still bent over however, and his cock still stuck in her spread open mouth. He let his slave pull her head up from his lap slightly, removing the tip of his shaft from the back of her throat, and then with a still firm grip on her hair, forced her head back down and her mouth again down onto his entire length.

"GGGGGhhhhhhhrrgggggggg," Kelly Kelly screamed around his cock and through her gag. She fell back to her knees, her body was now fighting for air, fighting to find a way to remove the throbbing intruder from the back of her throat. "Ggggrrrhhhhhgggg, aaaacckkkkk, aaahhhhkkkkk," she grunted as her body began to twitch and convulse.

The combination of her warm mouth enveloping his shaft and her body's instinctual reactions to find a relief from his treatment of her sent waves of erotic delight into his cock and through his entire body. He pulled her head up from him completely, but did not let go of her hair, and let his slave catch her breath. He could see tears, caused from him gagging her with his cock trickling down her face from underneath the blindfold. He kept a firm hold of her hair and gave her a moment to stop coughing around the gag and catch her breath, before counting aloud, "One, two, three."

The blond bombshell again came out of her trance, but this time she didn't have the same feeling of warmth and contentment as she had the previous two times her master had allowed her to return to full consciousness. She found she had an ache in her throat and a strange shortness of breath, almost like she had been recently coughing. It was dark and she realized she was on her knees, and felt his hands grabbing her hair. She also couldn't open her eyes. No, that wasn't right, she thought to herself. She was blindfolded. She tried to speak, but found she couldn't move her lips; something was keeping them spread wide open, a taste of metal in her mouth preventing her from closing her mouth. Her hands were secured behind her back, she quickly realized, and when she let them brush against her ass even slightly she noticed a warm, raw sting rush from her buttocks through the rest of her naked body. Something was squeezing her nipples, no, again that wasn't totally correct. Something was biting into her nipples, and there was something shoved into her pussy. What happened when he put me out this time, and what the fuck is he doing to me, she wondered.

Before she could try to comprehend her situation further on her own she felt his hands pulling her head forward. She was still too confused to even attempt to offer any sort of protest or resistance. And then she felt something slide into her mouth. Her master slowly let the wet tip of his rod slide across her tongue and scrape the roof of her mouth. He shifted his hips from side to side letting his bound and dominated little fuck toy feel his pulsing member work around the inside of her mouth and taste his pre-cum.

"Mmmmmmpppppppp," Kelly Kelly screamed over his cock and the gag in terror as she realized what he was doing to her. She now understood why she couldn't move her lips. He was keeping them spread open somehow so he could easily face fuck her. "Mmmmmmmmmppppp," she let out a long, slow whine as she felt him begin to guide her head back and forth along his shaft. She could feel the tears welling up in her eyes underneath the leather blindfold, and knew that while his treatment of her was humiliating and demeaning in the most horrible of ways, she had agreed to all of this. "Mmmmmppphhhh, mmmmpppphhhhh, mmmmmpppppppp," she screamed as he moved her mouth long and slow over his throbbing length. 

The diva wished there was some other way to keep him from destroying her life, wished there was some way to truly bargain with him. "Mmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmmpppp," she whined and moaned again as she felt him quickening the pace at which he slid her mouth over his cock. Had she any way to pull away and to speak, she would've readily agreed to just giving him a blowjob under her own power, anything but this. "Mmmmpppp, mmmmppphhhhh, mmmmhhhpppgggg," she moaned and gagged as his tip began to stroke the back of her throat. 

If she had felt utterly hopeless before, she had no idea what to make of this. She thought that by letting him hypnotize her again, not making her remember the way he was violating her, that the situation would somehow be a little easier to deal with. "Mmmmmhhhhhggggg, mmmpppppm mmmmmhhhhgggggg," she groaned around his shaft as she felt him stand up and begin to force her body backwards toward the floor. She felt the tears in her eyes begin to trickle down her face from underneath the blindfold, and realized her request that he hypnotize her had only made her situation worse, and given him the opportunity to abuse and degrade her all the more.

Her master forced his slave down to the carpet, Kelly Kelly lying on her back with him kneeling over her with his cock still in her mouth. He could see the diva's tears escaping from beneath the blindfold as he continued to slide her head back and forth over his rod.

Kelly Kelly knew what this man intended. "Mmmmpppp, mmmmmgggg, nnnnnnnhhhgggg," she whined. He was going to cum inside her mouth, and she was going to feel his seed shoot down the back of her throat. A part of her kept wondering if the situation would've been less humiliating if she hadn't requested for the hypnosis. He'd have likely made her suck him off anyway, but at least she would've maintained a little control, and maybe even a small degree of dignity, despite the way he was using her. "Nnnnhhhhgggg, mmmmppppggggg, gggghhhhhpppppp," she cried around the gag as he began to really force her mouth deep onto his member. And she had agreed to let him do this, she cried to herself.

With Kelly Kelly on her back and her master kneeling over her naked body, she felt his cock sliding deeper and deeper down her throat. "Nnnngggghhh, gggghhhnnnnn, nnnnnhhhhh, mmmmmhhhhgggg," she gagged as he started really ramming her defenseless mouth along his shaft. She felt the veins of his throbbing member roll over her tongue. She could sense his body rising, and then she felt him explode inside her mouth, just as she knew he would when he had guided her down to the floor. "NNNNNNNHHHHGGGGGGGRRRRRR," she screamed as she felt his hot goo pumping down into the back of her throat, his salty taste coating the inside of her mouth. 

The man let go of his slave's head, and let his crotch hover over her face, with his spurting cock still lodged deep in her completely receptive mouth.

"Mmmmmpppppgggggg, mmmmmpppppggggg, mmmmmpppphhhhh," she moaned and spasmed beneath him as she was forced to swallow his seed entirely as it shot down her throat from his pumping cock.

He let his cock go completely limp before pulling it from his slave's mouth. He moved his body from over top of her and knelt beside her, unfastening the gag from Kelly Kelly's mouth.

The blond moaned and whined in pain and humiliation as she readjusted to not having the O-ring strapped inside her mouth, and got use once again to being able to move her lips and stretch her jaw. She could still taste him in her mouth, but a part of her was glad to at least be able to speak. "You bastard," she whined, "I would've sucked your cock if you had just asked me to."

"Actually, you asked to suck my cock, slave" he said as he grabbed the vibrator still jammed in her snatch with one hand and her hair with the other.

"Ooooohhhhhh, fuck," Kelly screamed. Amidst the humiliation of having her mouth forced back and forth along his shaft, the diva had completely forgotten about the plastic intruder in her pussy. The realization that it was still there, however, returned to her quickly as he kept a firm hold on it and her hair and pulled her up to her feet. He tossed her down face first on the bed. "Oooooowwwwww," she screamed in pain, as landing face down on the mattress gave her a sharp reminder of the clamps still attached to her nipples. She rolled over to her side immediately to relieve the pressure and keep the clamps from digging into her pained nipples any more than they already had.

"What's the matter, Kelly," her master said as he grabbed hold of one of the clamps, "Something wrong," he taunted her as he twisted down hard.

"AAAAAAAEEEEEEIIIIIIEEEEEEEE," the diva screamed in pain and terror.

"I bet that hurt," he said with a smirk. "Maybe this will make you feel a little better," the man said as he let go of the clamps and reached down to her crotch, flipping a small switch on the vibrator that was still shoved inside of her.

"Uuuuuhhhhhhnnnnnnnn," she let out a long loud moan as she felt the vibrations of the fake cock begin to massage her vaginal walls.

"You really are one hot little slut, Kelly Kelly," the man said as he walked to his bag and retrieved a couple of cables. He walked over to the video camera and turned it off, and then with the cables connected it to the TV on the dresser. "I'm going to use your shower, but while I do, maybe you'd like to listen to all the nasty things you've let me do to you so far," he said as he pushed play on the camera, letting the TV play back everything he had already recorded. He turned the television's volume up as loud as possible, and left the bound and blindfolded diva on the bed with the vibrator still rubbing the inside of her pussy while he stepped into the bathroom and started the shower.

"Uuuuuhhhhhnnnnnn," the diva whined as she lay on her bed, partly in a disturbed satisfaction of the feeling the vibrator was giving to her, but partly in embarrassment and disgust as she was able to hear the audio of what her and her so called master had already done. She hated the control the man exerted over her from the sound of the video playing through the TV. With her eyes still covered, she couldn't see what was happening on the screen, but she could hear the way she moaned at the way the stranger had touched her earlier, and was terrified to realize that deep down, a part of her mind and body could enjoy the abuse and humiliation her master was torturing her with. 

She heard herself screaming in orgasmic delight in the video, and didn't want to hear it. She tried to roll over to bury her face into a pillow and cry, but ended up not only squeezing the clamps down onto her nipples harder, while also forcing the vibrator further up her snatch. "Oooooowwww, oooohhhhhh, uuuuuhhhhhhnnnnn," she moaned and whined, partly in pain, partly in pleasure, and partly in shame of the entire ordeal. She realized there was no way to keep herself from hearing the audio of the earlier recorded fuckfest, and rolled back over onto her side. "Ooooooowwwww," she whimpered as her hands again brushed against her sore ass. The pain was starting to subside, but if she rubbed her ass in just a certain wrong way it sent a wave of pain through her body.

She continue to lay there crying, knowing that she would have to continue to meet all of her master's demands, lest he destroy her life completely. The nipple clamps were still biting into her soft flesh, and she tried not to focus on the pain they caused. Her mind drifted to the vibrator and the gentle pleasures it was providing to her. "Uuuuuhhhhhh, uuuuuhhhhmmmm," she moaned, embarrassed that even after all she had just been through she couldn't keep her body from giving in to erotic pleasures.

She heard herself scream and cum in the video, and then even more embarrassing, she heard herself begging for the man in her shower to fuck her. It was humiliating to have to listen to it all, but it was also somehow disturbingly arousing, and she found her heart starting to race and her body temperature starting to rise. "Ooooohhhhhhh, aaahhhhh, hhhhmmmmmm," she let out an embarrassed moan and bit down on her lip, trying not to become further aroused or enjoy the pulsing sensations of the vibrator in her snatch.

She listened as her master released her from the trance in the video, and they negotiated their current arrangement. She would let him have her in any way he wanted without protest. She was terrified anew hearing the recording, reminding her of the agreement she had willingly made, and found herself wondering how long he would torment her. And then she heard the audio of her begging to suck his cock, him spanking her, twisting the clamps onto her nipples, and her screams. Kelly Kelly tried to focus on something, anything, to block out the sounds of the video, but all she kept coming back to was the vibrator in her pussy. "Oooooh, oooohhhh, ooooohhhh, uuuuuhhhnnnn," she moaned and panted in humiliating hopelessness.

Kelly Kelly hadn't noticed that the shower had turned off in her bathroom, or that the man had stepped back into the bedroom. He had a towel wrapped around his waist, and just stood there for a moment, watching as the diva slowly gave in to the delightful sensations of the vibrator working inside of her pussy. The man crawled onto the bed beside the moaning blond, and rolled her onto her back.

Kelly gasped, finally noticing that he had reemerged from the shower. He flicked the clamps attached to her nipples. "Oooooowwwww, fuck," the blond moaned.

The man removed the blindfold from her and looked into her tear filled blue eyes. "You're a little slut, aren't you, Kelly," he tormented her as he removed the clamps from her nipples and tossed them aside.

"Uhhhhnnnn, yes," she nodded her head vigorously, not knowing if her answer was due to the temporary delight the vibrator was forcing her to enjoy, actual agreement, or just an attempt to keep him from getting too creative in whatever he had planned for her next.

"I thought so," he said as he leaned his mouth down to one of her nipples and began teasing it with his tongue.

"Ooooohhhhh, yeeeeaaaahhhhh," the blond moaned, her mind lost in utter confusion of the situation and her feelings about it. "Uuuuunnnnn," she moaned again as he placed her entire nipple in his mouth and began sucking on it. "Aaaahhhhnnnnn," she whined. While his current attention to her nipple was far more pleasant than the clamps had been, they were still extremely sensitive, as the blood was just finally now starting to rush back to them. "Oooooohhhhhhh, aahhhhhhh," she gave another soft whine as he leaned away from sucking on her tit, and began massaging her breasts with one hand, while reaching for the vibrator in her snatch with the other. "Uuuuuhhhhhnnnnnngggggg," she let out a long hard moan as she found herself lifting her hips off the bed and grinding her pussy further onto the fake cock as he moved it in and out of her.

"I knew you liked this, bitch," he said as he flipped the diva over onto her stomach and pulled her up to her knees. With her face down on the mattress, the strange man let his free hand slide underneather her body to massage her tits, while starting to ram the fake cock in and out of his slut's pussy.

"Uuuugggg, uuuhhhhnnnn, uuuhhhgggg," Kelly Kelly screamed. This couldn't really be what she wanted, could it? And yet, she found herself enjoying the thrusting of the fake cock in and out of her sopping snatch. "Ooooohhhhh, fuuuuucccckkkkk, aaaahhhhhhh," she moaned as he continued kneeling behind her, fucking her with the vibrator and rubbing her breasts. Before he had come back into the room she had found herself enjoying the feeling of the vibrator inside of her. What was so wrong with letting him use it on her now, she thought. She would've ended up cumming because of it anyway. "Uhhhhnnnn, uuuuggghhhhhnnn, uuuugghhhhhnnnn, ooooohhhhh," she cooed in delight, letting her hips slide back to meet his thrusting of the fake cock into her wet pussy, and becoming use to the way he fondled her tits. But she really couldn't enjoy this. She agreed that he could fuck her, but she didn't want to enjoy it. But despite herself, the pleasures her body was receiving were negating the doubts of her mind. She couldn't control it. She was letting this man fuck her with a fake cock, and she was enjoying it, a part of her loving it even. And she was going to cum. "OOOOOHHHHH, AAAAARRRRRGGGGHHHHH, OOOOOHHHHHH, UUUUHHHHHNNNNNNNN," the diva screamed as she came all over the fake cock.