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Puppet Master

By: Boxlicker101



Keith O'Brien sat back in the easy chair in his luxury apartment and sent his mind out into the city to search for his next bed mate. He was able to see and hear anybody he wanted to, no matter where she might be in the world, but he was practical enough to just search in the radius of a few blocks. There were plenty of women available, and some of them were real beauties. He could just as easily have ensnared the mind of a sexy woman thousands of miles away, but the logistics involved in getting her to his apartment would have been much too complicated. In addition, it would have taken days or weeks, and required unusually lengthy control, and he wanted to fuck a hot woman that afternoon. 

In a few minutes, as Keith always did, he found a partner who was eminently suitable. This time she was an African-American woman, a few days past her eighteenth birthday, almost six feet tall, with large, completely natural breasts and a curvaceous ass encased in tight blue jeans. Keith always preferred women of that body type, especially those as young as this prospect. Her flesh would be firm, yet warm and vibrant under his hands and mouth and body, and her skin would be soft and smooth. The color of that skin was of no consequence, nor were the details of her facial features or hair, as long as she was a genuine beauty. 

He probed her mind and found nothing that he would consider to be a negative. She was not a virgin, which would have meant a messy deflowering, something he always avoided. The young woman, whose name was Cassandra and whose friends called her Cassie, was not particularly expected anywhere for the next few hours, so her absence for that time would not be noteworthy. Probing more deeply, Keith found her to be free from AIDS or any kind of sexually transmitted disease, and that she was on the pill. Those last facts were of importance to him, because his idea of safe sex was choosing partners who would neither get pregnant nor infect him with AIDS or some kind of STD. Since he had his choice of an almost infinite number of hotties, he could afford to select one who met his criteria. 

The young African-American was perfect in every respect, so Keith exercised his unique mental powers, beginning with blocking her sexual inhibitions. This would induce her to give in to her carnal desires, with no consideration as to commitments or possible consequences. With that done, he implanted in her mind an urgent desire to walk to his apartment and surrender herself to him, to do with as he pleased. For that afternoon, she would know his name was Keith, but her memories of the time spent with him would be erased after she left. Once he had established his control and placed in her mind the desire, which was so intense as to actually be a necessity, along with the necessary information, Cassandra turned around and started walking toward his building. He was eager to get her there, but not so eager as to have her attract undue attention by running or walking too rapidly down the street. A nice, brisk pace was good enough. 

Keith continued controlling her mind with his. The sexy young woman would already come directly to his apartment and ring his buzzer, and there was no need for any further guidance of her, but he wanted to be able to take precautions in case she encountered anybody along the way. Some acquaintances of hers might want to stop and chat, and he wanted to be able to prevent that and cause those people to forget about seeing her. Such precautions would just require a small part of the mind control he was able to use, and would make things easier for him to have his way with the sex partner he had selected. Keith believed in always having fun and being careful to prevent any kind of problem from arising. 

A few minutes later, looking through her eyes, he saw her reaching out to ring his doorbell, and went to the buzzer to let her in. The elevator to be used, an express to his floor, was already implanted in her brain, and Keith was waiting at the door when Cassandra exited the cab and walked over to meet him. After securing the door, he embraced her, and they shared a long kiss, with their tongues mingling. 

"Hi, Cassie," he greeted her more conventionally after they had disengaged their mouths. 

"Hi, Keith," she responded, and sat down to remove her shoes and bobby socks. 

On that occasion, he was not interested in some kind of master-slave scenario with her, although sometimes that was his preference. At other times he would capture the minds of a couple, either straight or lesbian, and bring them in to put on a show for him, joining in on the fun when he felt the urge to do so. On that day, though, he and Cassie would spend their time together doing things in his bed that any boy friend and girl friend might do, although he would be the one to decide what they would be. 

After strolling into his bedroom, the first of those things was running his hands over Cassandra's luscious form, and letting them cup the globes of her ass while she was still clad in her blouse and blue jeans. The second thing he did was to unfasten her pants and bend over to push them down around her ankles. After straightening back up, he caressed her sumptuous, brown body in those same places, but this time he reached his hands inside her cotton panties while doing it, before kneeling in front of her and pulling the undergarment down to the floor. He held it there while she pulled her feet clear of her clothing. 

Keith unbuttoned Cassie's light linen blouse and stepped behind her to remove it and toss it onto the bed and to unhook her bra. He stayed behind her and pulled that last article of clothing away and deposited it on top of the blouse. With her voluptuous body completely bare, he reached around to fondle Cassie's succulent breasts. They were large, as he already knew, and firm and, when he reached his index fingers up to fondle her nipples, they were starting to become erect. He was elated at this evidence of her growing arousal. Keith is well aware that sex is better for everybody involved when they all have fun, so the ideas he had implanted in her mind were to enjoy the sexual activities they would share that day. 

Standing naked in front of him, Cassie unbuttoned Keith's shirt and added it to the pile of her clothing on the bed. He sat down, and she knelt on the floor in front of him and started to unfasten his pants. He doesn't usually know exactly what course his sexual activities will follow until after the woman is in his apartment, and that day was no exception. After the first kiss he shared with her, Keith decided to start with having Cassie suck him off. Her tongue in his mouth had been aggressively active, and he believed it would feel even better when it was caressing his cock. His mind took over hers again, to give her an irresistible desire to give him the best blow job she could. 

After removing his shoes and socks and pulling Keith's pants all the way down and off, Cassie did the same for his underwear, leaving him as naked as herself. She leaned forward and started trying to lick his balls. Liking her idea, he scooted forward on the bed so his ass was right at the edge, and leaned back, allowing her to lick any of his private parts she wanted. What Cassie wanted was to start right in front of his asshole, and to lick his crotch up to the base of his balls. Her tongue was muscular and agile and, as she avidly used it to pleasure him, Keith was happy about his decision to have their sexual activities begin by her sucking him off. 

He got even happier when she canted her head and started to lick along the base of his balls, while one hand pressed his erection against her soft face. After licking around and up to the base of his cock, Cassie started back the other way. This time, she held his cock in her other hand, and pressed it against her other smooth, light brown cheek, while her tongue was caressing him. All the time, while her tongue and hands were busy, she was looking up adoringly at Keith with her big, liquid brown eyes. From using her tongue all around his scrotum, Cassie progressed to licking the underside, taking one testicle at a time, holding it between her lips and caressing it with her tongue. His entire ball sack was wet with her saliva by the time the beautiful young woman got to the point of licking his cock. 

Slowly, the way she correctly believed Keith would like, Cassie stroked the underside of his shaft with her tongue. She had an overpowering need to give him the best blow job she could and, from the way he was sighing and encouraging her, she knew she was succeeding. Once her avid tongue reached the ridge, she licked all around it, including probing the tip of her tongue into the slit. At that point, the naked young woman leaned back against her heels, her luscious breasts jutting. 

"Keith, you have a wonderful cock, and I'm going to give you the best blow job you've ever had," Cassie told him, a happy smile on her face. 

"I know you are, and I'm really going to enjoy it. So are you." Keith had no doubt at all that he was correct on both counts. 

Supporting herself with her forearms on his thighs, she leaned forward and lowered her face until it was inches from the head of Keith's cock. Delicately holding the shaft in the fingers of one hand, she started licking in concentric circles, covering the velvety skin many times over. Cassie reveled in the velvety texture that her tongue was caressing, and continued going lower, until she had once again licked all around the underside of the ridge of Keith's cock. Opening her mouth wide and slowly lowering her head, she enveloped most of the hard cylinder. While it surged between her lips and in deeper, her tongue caressed the hard shaft. Thanks to the control Keith had over her mind, Cassie really loved the way the skin felt, smooth and stretched tightly over the hard roundness. He loved the things her lips and tongue were doing for him, and the way the beautiful young woman continued to gaze lovingly up at him.

She didn't know the technique for giving deep throat, and Keith didn't know how to induce her to do it, so he let her stop engulfing his cock when the tip was against the back of her throat. She stayed in that position for a few seconds, laving his shaft with her tongue, until she started to raise her head again. Cassie stopped with the head of Keith's cock held gently between her lips and licked all the way around and back to the slit. After a few seconds of pleasing him that way, she lowered her head again, her tongue busy on his shaft, until the end was once again pressing against the back of her mouth. 

Still leaning on his thighs and not touching him with her hands, Cassie continued slowly sucking the rigid cock in and out of her mouth. Keith could feel his pleasure mounting from her skillful ministrations, and he was squirming on the bed from its intensity. Everything about what was happening to him was good, from watching his cock sliding in and out of her pretty brown face, to hearing her murmurs of pleasure from the fun she was having, to the way she continued to worship him with her eyes. The best part, of course, was what Cassie's lips and tongue were doing for his cock, and that was what finally had him on the verge of climaxing. 

"I'm going to cum, Cassie," he told her. "I'm going to cum into your mouth. Be sure you swallow it." 

She didn't respond, her mouth being otherwise occupied, but Cassie did tighten her lips around the cock that was giving her mouth so much pleasure, and started sucking it faster. It wasn't necessary for the man to tell her to swallow his cum, because she considered that, or squirting it onto her face if he preferred, to be part of "the best blow job" that she had promised him. 

As he watched and felt his cock going faster in and out of the lovely young woman's mouth, Keith writhed in pleasure. Wanting to let her finish without impulsively grabbing her head, he slipped his hands under his back, and let Cassie continue with what she was doing so well. With every stroke of her lips, he felt a volcano of pleasure bubbling up inside his body, concentrating in his groin, and he knew the eruption was seconds away. 

Cassie knew it too, because she could feel his cock jerking in her mouth, and she bobbed her head even faster, keeping her tongue in position to catch his cum. When Keith gave a great sigh of pure bliss, she felt it gush into her mouth, covering her tongue, and she savored its taste. Cassie kept sucking, because she expected at least one more spurt of semen, and she was right. Keith rewarded her efforts by ejaculating into her mouth twice more. Cassie continued sucking his cock for another minute but, when no more cum was forthcoming, she took it out of her mouth to fully relish all the semen he had served to her. She continued swirling the viscous fluid around in mouth to fully enjoy the taste and texture, before letting it slide down her throat. 

There was still more left on his cock, so Cassie took it back into her mouth, and let her tongue sluice it off, once again relishing the flavor. When she had cleaned off most of the cum, she took the cock out of her mouth and licked its side and top with long strokes of her tongue, being careful to get everything from around the ridge. A drop oozed out onto her tongue, and she knew there were more just like it still inside. Cassie placed a thumb at the underside of the base, right in front of Keith's scrotum, and put her fingers on the opposite side. Slowly, she moved her hand forward, squeezing everything out onto her tongue, until her hand had reached the end. She drew her pleasantly covered tongue back into her mouth to let her taste buds get the full benefit of the cum she had collected, before enjoying the way it slid down her throat. 

Cassie leaned back on her heels again, smiling up at the man who had just allowed her to suck him off. "That was wonderful, Keith. I really loved sucking you off, and your cum is delicious." 

"I'm glad you liked it, Cassie. I liked it too. I liked it so much that I'm going to do the same thing for you. Just get up here on the bed and lie on your back." He moved over to the side and out of her way to let her get comfortable. 

She eagerly did as he requested. Cassie had a sudden great need to have her pussy eaten by the man she had just sucked off, just as giving him oral sex had been something she had to do. The voluptuous young woman was really enjoying the fun she was having with him that day. Following his directions, she put one pillow under her head and another under her ass, although she wasn't sure what the second one was for. When Keith came over to kneel beside her, she smiled at him, hoping he would enjoy himself. She was certain she would, and his pleasure would make it much better for her. 

He expected to have a great time with her, because Cassandra had a wonderfully lush, young body, and he intended for her to have fun too, and reach at least one orgasm. The first times he used his mental control power for carnal purposes, he took over the woman's mind and ordered her to do what he wanted. It had been the okay, but she just lay there, almost without moving, and seemed to receive no more pleasure than a rubber sex doll would have. Since that beginning, Keith had perfected his technique, and he only controlled her emotions and took away her inhibitions, at least for the time they were together. It worked much better that way, because the women he brought up to his apartment had fun too, and the result was that everything they did together so much better for him. 

That day's beautiful sex partner lay expectantly on his bed, and she didn't have to wait very long. Keith was at her side and leaned over to begin licking one of her dark brown nipples. Cassie cupped her luscious breasts in her hands to better present them to him, and his tongue began slowly caressing the nearest one. She took great pleasure in his actions, and started cooing happily and squirming under his face from Keith's ministrations. When he switched to the other nipple, that one felt just as good to his tongue, and it felt just as good to Cassie too. 

Back and forth between her lovely breasts he switched his attentions. The nipples became fully erect, and Keith could even feel the individual hard ridges on them. Her cooing was louder, and she was writhing on the bed under his face when he drew one of the luscious, light chocolate globes into his mouth. His lips formed a seal on the soft skin of Cassie's breast, and Keith sucked, while his tongue continued to lick her nipple and areola. When he switched his attentions to its delightful twin, her movements on the bed thrust it up into his mouth, and he sucked and licked the same way. For almost half an hour, he switched his mouth back and forth between the succulent orbs, until she wanted him to go lower

"Ooooo, Keith, I really love what you're doing, but my pussy really, really needs it more." 

Keith hadn't made her say that, but he had removed any inhibitions that Cassie might have had against saying what she felt, so he knew she truly wanted him to eat her pussy. He wanted it too, at least as much as she did, so he got off the bed and got back on to creep up between her legs. Eagerly, she spread them wider and, when he ducked his head, she draped them over his shoulders. Keith wrapped his hands around her thighs and leaned forward, placing his face inches from her delectable pussy. 

When eating a pussy, Keith always likes to enjoy every aspect of it, and that day was no exception. First, he gazed raptly on its beauty. Evidently, Cassie had shaved herself there within the last day or two, because the surrounding tan skin was smooth and hairless, making her even more alluring. Her inner lips, resembling a pair of dusky rose petals, had pushed their way through her slit and, when he used his fingers to gently spread her outer lips apart, he gazed on her wet, pink hole. 

That hole, he knew, was the source of the juices that made it shiny, and had such a delightful aroma. When he spread Cassie's lips, a great cloud of her fragrance arose to immensely please his nostrils. Avidly, he leaned forward and started to lick up the juices that were running down her crotch. As delightful as the scent of Cassie's juices had been, they were even more delicious. His tongue harvested everything from the insides of her thighs and her belly, and Keith prepared to enjoy the very best part of eating a delectable pussy such as the one before him. 

As marvelous as she had been to his senses of sight, smell and taste, he knew that her pussy would be even more of a treat to his sense of touch. Keith started licking one of her soft outer lips, reveling in the feel of her smooth skin against his tongue, like a warm satin pillow. Slowly, covering the whole area, his tongue meandered all the way to Cassie's mons, before returning to devour all the fresh nectar that had just been produced. It was no less delicious than the first juices her pussy had secreted. 

After licking her other outer lip the same way, and devouring another fresh pool of ambrosia, Keith's tongue started caressing between a pair of inner and outer labia. Starting below where they met and relishing that ultra-smooth and soft area, he stroked upward until he reached the point where they became close together. Keith bent his head slightly, to be able to thrust the flat of his tongue into the seam between the lips, getting the full benefit of both at the same time. From the caressing of this very sensitive part of her pussy, Cassie was cooing happily, pleasing Keith's ears. Eating a pussy, especially one as delectable as the one under his face, was a delight to all his senses. 

But, most of all, the silky texture brought intense pleasure to his sense of touch. While his mouth nuzzled against the soft surface, his tongue probed between the slick, wet skin of her outer lip and her spongy inner lip. Having her pussy eaten was a delight to Cassie too and, from her mounting arousal, she was starting to hump up into his face, bringing even more joy to Keith. His avid tongue continued slowly stroking upward until he reached the end of her inner lip. 


Puppet Master



Part one: Jimmy Cums of Age

The girl stood stock still, her breath coming in short sharp gasps, a single tear tracked slowly down her cheek. Jimmy placed his mouth very close to her ear, his breath warm on her skin. 'You have absolutely no idea Debra!' his words a low growl packed with cruel desire, 'No idea how much time I've spent dreaming of this moment!'.

Twenty three years old, he had left Uni just a week ago with a first class degree and a confirmed reputation as a social oddball. Oh he was no classic nerd, six feet tall and reasonably athletic in build with at least average looks, it was not his appearance that kept him isolated. It was just that he lacked something. Other people seemed to be able to connect with each other, Jimmy just couldn't make that connection. It wasn't that he didn't try, people just didn't get him. He'd had friends at school and at Uni, but they were never that close, only really people willing to accept him as who they thought him to be. He learned over the years to keep his real opinions to himself. He just couldn't deal with the way people wrapped up their opinions in lies and pretty words. His honesty never seemed to be appreciated by others, 'No I don't think your new spectacles make you look intelligent', 'Yes your bum does look big in those jeans' were examples of Jimmy's honest replies that got him rewarded with the sight of a retreating back and one less person in his small band of acquaintances. A 'cold fish', an oddball or just a plain weirdo that apparently was Jimmy.

Guys were on the whole easier to deal with. He'd quickly found boys at school would take his opinions at face value. It was just they would have issues with them anyway. Honest opinions of sisters, mothers and even sports teams would often lead to Jimmy being caught up in fights he had not meant to initiate. Worse still the teachers would often come down on the side of the other party, almost justifying the use of violence in response to Jimmy's simple appraisal of say; a sisters attractiveness. He learned that a policy of keeping his opinions to himself was a real 'face-saver' at times.

It was girls though that Jimmy had the most difficulty with. It would usually not take long at all for Jimmy to upset girls. He was often attracted to them and yet it seemed he could not even talk to one for two minutes without offending them, resulting often in tears or a barrage of hurtful ridicule. His frustration in the years following puberty only increased as one by one his peers paired and parted and generally engaged in various, often fulfilling relationships. The word 'virgin' found its way into the verbal arsenal ranged against him, this one harder to take from girls, especially from the pretty ones who inhabited his nightly fantasies. It became uncool even to be seen talking to Jimmy and as his frustration grew, so did his inner rage. His nights were filled with dreams of revenge, he gradually lost the will to 'fit in', 'I'm finished with all of them' he'd rant, 'one day I will make them pay'.

In his last year at college a very pretty girl in his class, Debra Wise had arrived outside the classroom which they were queuing outside with two of the schools most fearsome boys in tow. Debra was a slim brunette, average height, she drew attention away her modest breast size by emphasizing her spectacular legs. Jimmy was very fond of Debra and yet in his desperation to ingratiate himself with her, had only made her think he was ridiculing her dress sense. He thought he was being caring by suggesting her shorter than average skirts and higher than average heels, while showing of her quite lovely legs to great effect, might just give the impression of a less than modest moral code. A sharp slap to the face later and Debra had stormed off, shouting back at him that no-one gets away with calling her a slut and how he would pay for it! Shaking with frustration Jimmy was all the more upset as he had been sure Debra was the one girl at school who actually liked him. Now though he stood outside the history room his arms held securely by Alan and Ben. Struggle as he might he was no match for these guys physically. Debra stood right in front of him

'That's it boys hold him tight just like I said'. She looked flushed and was breathing quite heavily thought Jimmy considering Alan and Ben were the ones doing all the work. 'I told you Jimmy! No- one calls me a slut and gets away with it! 

'But Debra, Jimmy said 'I never meant to....'. Jimmy fell silent as he realised what was about to happen. Debra had taken a step back out of Jimmy's face, her chest heaved with obvious excitement, she drew back her left leg and swung a vicious kick at Jimmy's crotch. Jimmy managed to twist his body and the blow struck him at the top of his right thigh, painful as it was and with the obvious risk to his genitalia, Jimmy found to his own surprise that he was becoming aroused. While Debra had been shouting in his face, he had been so aware of her closeness, of her breath on his face, the smell of her perfume. The excitement in her voice and the heaving of her chest were intoxicating and even whilst twisting within the lads grip to avoid the worst intent of her kick, he could not help but notice her shorter than regulation skirt rise up her smooth white thigh. Jimmy realized with both dismay and excitement that this was undoubtedly the most erotic experience of his life. Still held crucifix style, he felt the blood rush to his loins and quickly his erection began to grow. Jimmy's eyes searched the corridor desperately hoping the teacher would arrive, all he could confirm was that the attention of the whole class was fixed on his predicament with loud guffaws from the boys and merciless giggling from the girls. He looked back to Debra 

' I said hold him tight' she screeched flushed and panting. The henchmen used a knee each against Jimmy's pelvis simultaneously pulling harder on his arms. The only movement left was a slight pull back off his hips as the next kick flew in. It wasn't enough, the wall seriously restricted his backward movement. Debra's beautifully shod foot missed Jimmy's scrotum but connected heavily with his now engorged penis. Cruel laughter rose amongst the gathered classmates. Though the pain of the impact was terrible, Jimmy was transfixed by the look on Debra's face. There was no hiding her excitement now, a look of comprehension appeared on her lovely features 'Oh Jimmy!' she almost squealed 'I had no idea you liked me SO MUCH!'. She stepped in close her mouth next to his ear, her warm breath on his cheek she whispered earthily is his ear 'Now you pay Jimmy'. Heart pounding Jimmy felt Debra's small hands tug at the buckle of his belt, 'now' his belt rattled loose 'you' pushing slightly in to his abdomen she undid the button and slid down his zipper with her other hand, then, gripping his trousers at both hips 'PAY!' Debra bent and with a savage tug dragged his trousers right down to his ankles.

She stepped back looking beside herself with the pleasure of her own wickedness. Still restrained Jimmy stood in front of his whole class, his obvious erection tenting his underwear out in front of the waistband. There was a moment of absolute silence as the shock of the situation stunned the class. Girls stared transfixed at Jimmy's erection. Then one of the boys started a chant which was quickly taken up by everyone bar Jimmy and Debra, 'Boner! Boner! Boner!'. Jimmy was struck dumb he listened to the chant in abject shame. He looked at Debra, breathing heavily, she looked triumphant, without a doubt dispute his horror he was looking at the most lust inspiring girl he had ever seen, his ridiculed penis ached and throbbed. Again Debra stood forwards, never taking her eyes of his, she worked a finger of each hand into the waistband of his underwear. The crowd took up the shout 'OFF, OFF, OFF'. Once more putting her lips to his ear, she pulled slightly down wards on his underwear applying pressure to the top of his penis. She whispered 'are you ready Jimmy?'. He tried to speak but could make no sound, paralyzed with fear and overwhelmed with sexual tension. He felt her pull a little more then, just before his penis was bound to spring out in front of the whole class, she sprang back and delivered a solid kick. Jimmy didn't avoid this one, the top off her foot connected squarely with his scrotum. Pain spread horribly through his abdomen, the chant of the classmates stopped, girls shrieked in surprise and boys winced involuntarily. As he tried in vain to double up in pain though, Jimmy never took his eyes off Debra's. In agony and helplessly displayed in front of all of the classmates that he could never be accepted by, Jimmy's tormented genitals erupted in an unstoppable ejaculation.

As he stood, his penis engorged as never before, pumped impossible quantities of cum into the cloth of his shorts. His mind almost collapsed with the intensity of the sensations he was experiencing. As the tent in his underwear pulsated, a glistening wet patch appeared and rapidly spread out. In silence, shocked, the whole class stared. Jimmy closed his eyes and hung his head, in a few short minutes his whole world had collapsed around him and yet he had experienced sexual sensations far beyond his imagination.

'What on Earth is going on here?' from along the corridor the voice of Miss Beech the Geography teacher boomed. Jimmy slumped to the floor with a groan as Alan and Ben released him and scrambled with the rest of the class into an orderly line. Curled on the floor, trousers around his ankles, his erection now fading inside his soaked, sticky shorts, Jimmy lay in pain and humiliation. As he listened to the clipped footsteps of the teacher approaching, his mind could barely make any sense out of the previous few minutes, yet of one thing he was certain; he would never be the same again. 

The legend of Jimmy's humiliation followed him relentlessly through his remaining education. If he was an outsider before, he was in social exile now. No one would risk being seen in any way to tolerate such an obvious weirdo. Left with no other purpose, he threw himself into his studies, taking solace in the books. He suspected even the teachers had heard tales of his torment, but at least they appreciated his academic Endeavour. Accepting at last that he would always be a social misfit, and never be able to charm the girls that filled his tormented thoughts, Jimmy decided he would devote his life not to winning the respect and admiration of the fairer sex, but to taking everything he wanted from them whether they wanted to give it or not. He would find a way to control them or die trying, and when he did he determined, Debra Wise would feel every ounce of humiliation she had heaped upon Jimmy and so, so much more... 



Puppet Master



Synopsis: Gregory is a college student with a tendency to get into trouble, then find an easy way out of it. When he must study for a test on a topic that was never taught, he must go to the library to get the information. However, while inside, he stumbles across a book with a ring inside that gives him a very special ability. College has never been quite like this!

This story is not for use by anyone under the given age of consent for their area. Use of this story may result in blood displacement, flushing of the skin, and an unintended large amount of orgasms. Oh, it also contains detailed descriptions of a variety of sexual acts including, but not limited to, masturbation, mind control, and exhibitionism. If this material offends you in any way, or if you are not the legal age of consent in your area, then please do everyone a favor by holding Alt and pressing F4 now. 

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Act 1-- Scene 1

"Okay, you scoundrels!" says Mr. Bowin, the meanest professor on campus. "Tomorrow, we'll have a test over what you've read so far, so make sure you study!"

I hate Mr. Bowin. He's one of the oldest, most senile and most hateful professors I've ever had the displeasure of meeting. It's only been a month since I started college, and I already can't stand it.

My name's Gregory, but my friends call me Puppet Master. I have brown , short hair and brown eyes. I am just under 6'3'' and I'm just over 190 pounds. My hair is always parted and, because of that, I always have the pretty-boy look. Anyway, my friends call me Puppet Master because I have always had a way of getting out of trouble by, I don't know, controlling people in a sense. Every time that I was about to get grounded or something, I would always somehow be able to talk my way out of trouble. Sometimes by my own clever mind, sometimes by other, seemingly ridiculous means. A long time ago, when I was a freshman in high school, I was able to hypnotize my math teacher without her knowing it to get out of turning in my homework the next day. More frequently, though, I had resorted to bribery and other shameful acts.

I used to play football, but near the end of my senior year, I sustained a serious injury and went to the hospital, therefore ending football for me. My neck was broken and my spine had been snapped in two places by a tackle from a guy name Richard Yourk. He was a monster at 7'1'' and 320 pounds of pure muscle, and the force that he tackled with could topple a skyscraper! I remember it like it was yesterday. It was the third quarter, we were winning, 128 - 119, and Richy decided that he didn't want me on the field anymore, so right when I got passed the ball....... BOOM!!! My body soared across the field, past the in-zone (I think I flew between the field goal posts) and then I slammed into the back windshield of a parked SUV. The initial blow broke the bottom of my spine, and the impact with the SUV broke it somewhere near the middle. I would've started college as soon as I graduated, but I had to spend that time and quite a few months after that in recovery and physical therapy.

Luckily, I was still able to register for college on time. However, I've regretted registering for college ever since I met Mr. Bowin. As much as I don't want to sit and dwindle on something so unrelated to my current predicament, I can't get over the fact that I hate him so much. He wants everyone in his class, all 170 of us, to study for a test on psychology, a topic that he barely taught us about.

Oh, well. Such is life.

After the bell rings, I dash out of that classroom and head for the door, throwing my bookbag strap around my right shoulder as I ran. Strangely enough, I ran straight for the library. If there's going to be a test tomorrow, I might as well study now so I can have more free time for later. The library is only two blocks away, so I get there in about 8 minutes.

As I walk up to the gigantic swinging doors, I realize that the library looks, I don't know, mysterious somehow. I reach forward and grab the shiny golden bar handle and pull on it, instantly feeling a chill from the inside. I pass it off as nothing. Maybe the air conditioning is just turned up. By the way, it may be the end of summer, but it's still summer.

I walk inside and take in the fact that the library looks way bigger from the inside than it does from the outside. I look down and notice the path etched out in the ground leading to a big circle in the floor with a desk sitting in the exact center. The circle in the floor has little yellow stars scattered around it, probably just to make it less boring than it would be otherwise. Matter of fact, it's still boring. The whole setup is surrounded by, you guessed it, shelves of books that all have the sides pointing to the desk in the circle. I walk down the path and up to the desk, noticing a bell sitting on it. I adjust the strap on my shoulder with my right hand as I ring the bell with my left.

"Can I... huh... help you?" says a deep, breathy, but still feminine voice coming from nowhere, there is no one sitting at the desk.

"Uh... I'm uh... trying to find a... a book... on..." I can't help but stammer, I feel nervous.

"Say it again?" suddenly a young, blonde-haired woman, who looks at most 22 years old, springs up from under the desk, her hair disheveled and beads of sweat pouring down her face.

"Um... why are you sweating? It's not hot in here," I say to her.

"You try working in a silent, boring library and let's see what you end up doing to pass the time!" she tells me. "So, can I help you?"

"I was just looking for some books on psychology. Can you point me in the right direction?" I ask her.

She raises her right hand and points to a place behind me. I notice that her fingers are moist and because her hand is so close to my face, I smell the scent of feminine arousal on her fingers.

"You're in luck," she tells me. "We just got a new shipment of a bunch of books about psychology and a lot of other stuff sitting in that bin right over there. Dig through it and hopefully, you'll find what you're looking for."

"Thanks," I tell her and I turn towards the direction she was pointing to. I walk towards the white bin that is in the corner of the room and look inside. It's filled to the top with books all about psychology.

I dig through to find the best one, and a book with the title 'Hypnosis: Tricks You've Never Learned' catches my eye. It looks flashy, with sequins lining the outside rim of the book and spiral designs all along the back cover. It looks like the kind of book that a magician would use. I look around for a table or a chair to sit on and read through his book, and I find a comfortable-looking red recliner a few yards away. I walk over and plop down in the chair, turning the lever and propping my feet up. I set the book in my lap and open it up.

I really get into the book. I learn things about hypnotizing people that I would have never thought of before. I end up opening my bookbag and taking notes on a few of the tricks I found in this book. Soon, I found a page that had a wierd-looking ring attached to it. The ring looked like it was from ancient times, with a decorative border all along the band and a solid red gemstone that seemed to glow in the light. It was taped on, so I tore off the tape and slid the ring onto the middle finger of my right hand. The page came with instructions, too. I read through them and laughed. It said the ring was supposed to be able to control people.

That's stupid. I thought this book was supposed to be about messing with people's minds, not fool the reader into thinking something like a Halloween prop can actually control people. However, since that's the kind of sap I am, I stand up, set the book down on the chair (making sure to keep my page with my pencil), and I walk over to the librarian, who has obviously returned to her solo session under the desk. I do exactly as the book says, I thrust my hand forward, making sure to point the ring at my subject, and I think about what I want her to do.

The picture in my head looks something like her getting completely naked, crawling out from underneath the desk (all the while still rubbing herself), but then sitting on the desk instead and spreading her legs while she rubs herself.

To my surprise, that's exactly what happens next!

She crawls out from underneath the desk completely nude and sits on top, rubbing herself the entire time.

"Wha.. what's going on?" she mumbles to herself, not knowing that I'm standing a few meters away. The ring did not make her want to sit on the desk, it forced her movements and made her sit on the desk, just like I wanted her to.

I was shocked! I never believed that something like this existed.

And now I had a dilemma. Either take advantage of this opportunity and this ring, or put the ring back and pretend it never happened.

Ah, well. I'm a college student. Anyone in my shoes would understand.

Act 1-- Scene 2

I walked toward her with a smile on my face. Not because of what I just did, but because of what I was about to do. When I got closer, and she finally noticed the fact that I was standing not too far away from her, she looked up at me in what I realized was pure terror. I had a faint sense of regret, but it soon vanished.

"Ple... ease, sir... Please help..p... me...." stuttered the librarian.

"What do you mean?" I ask, dropping my hands to my sides and pretending like I don't know what's going on.

"I... I don't know why... but my body... I couldn't... co... control my own body," says the librarian.

"But that makes no sense, Miss..." I say, hinting to her that I want to know her name.

"Miss Jillin. Please help me," she begs me, starting to tear up.

A sudden rush of either horniness or evil comes over me and I lift my hand again and point the ring at her, picturing her taking her hand away from her pussy and licking it. Sure enough, she removes her hand, dripping from her own juices, and she shoves it in her mouth. I can see her cheeks suck inward as she tries to get all of her own juices off of her hand.

I look up just long enough to see a tear fall down her cheek, and I feel a bit of remorse. Suddenly, I have an idea. I point the ring at her and close my eyes, imagining her enjoying the moment and going even further, asking me to come over and join her or something like that.

I hear her moan and then my eyes open as soon as I hear her shout, "Oh, please take advantage of me, Master."

Yes!

I practically trip over my own feet as I run over next to her desk. I stand, looking down, wide-eyed with my jaw resting on the floor. There she is, the two fingers of her right hand slipping in and out of those perfect folds of skin, in and out, in and out, obviously sliding without much friction. Her juices are almost pouring out and making a small puddle under her pumping hand.

"Oh, mast... OOOOOOOHHH!!!"

I look up and see her head tilted back with her eyes shut and her mouth in a perfect "O" shape. She moans again, and I look down to see her fingers moving faster, furious pistons driving in and out of that delightful pink tunnel even as she yells out her orgasm.

I can't help myself. I give her a few fingers of my own.

I reach forward with my left hand and under her, dragging my finger along the crack of her ass and the bottom of her slit, collecting as much of her sexual fluid as I can. As my finger slides further towards her clit, it gets pushed away by her pumping hand. I lift my hand up and stare at my moist fingers, and then I realize the full potential of this ring.

I can do ANYTHING!

I put my hand up to her mouth, and she quickly licks my wet finger clean. I pull my hand away and replace it with my mouth, our tongues dancing to a rhythm never known before. Whilst letting our tongues share the taste of her, I grab her hand and pull it out of her pussy, bringing it up to our mouths, letting us once again share her flavors.

Once her fingers were also clean, she looks at me with a pouting expression on her face. I simply smile because I know exactly what she wants. I look down and notice her pussy expelling even more juices than before. I lower my head to her creamy wet snatch and I drag my tongue along the soft surface that is her lower lips. She moans loudly, and I push my tongue in deeper, lightly licking her inner lips. She flips her legs over my shoulders and locks my head in place. I push further now, my tongue just teasing the inside of her hole. She moans and leans back, supporting her weight on her hands and pushing her pussy into my face.

I plunge my tongue deep into her tunnel and she screams in passion. I reach as far as I can, then I pull my tongue out and do it again. She screams her head off and lays back on the desk, reaching down to grab my head and force it further into herself. I continue my attack on her nether region until she almost drowns me as she has another orgasm. I finally pull my head up right before I'm about to choke and I gasp for air.

My face is covered in her cum. I look down and watch her vibrate on the desk for a couple of minutes before she settles down. When that happens, she just looks up at me, smiling a very sexy smile.

My cock is harder than steel right now. Her eyes travel down my body. Past my sweaty, female-cum-soaked shirt and down to my boner that is threatening to tear a hole in my pants.

She sits up and leans forward, reaching towards the waist of my jeans. She grabs the zipper and yanks down. Once my zipper is undone, she immediately unbuttons me and pulls the front of my boxers down, letting my cock spring out from behind. It almost slaps her in the face as it makes its entrance, but she doesn't seem to care.

Her soft, plump lips engulf the head of my cock and her tongue flicks against the tip. She soon takes my whole 7 inches in her mouth and gives me a blowjob fit for a king. With the head she was giving me, and how hot it looked watching her orgasm so much, it didn't take long before I was shooting my load deep down her throat. She swallowed it all like a champion and she kept me in her mouth, sucking out all of my cum until I was completely soft inside her lips.

She pulled away slowly, savoring the feel and flavor of my cock in her mouth for as long as she could before the head finally fell from her lips and slapped against my legs.

She looked up at me and smiled again. She looked happy with what she did.

I was happy with what she did.

I see her throat expand as she swallows the last drop of my cum and I lean down and take her lips to mine, in an embrace that she wouldn't forget too easily. When our lips eventually separated, I got dressed again and turned to go back to where I was sitting earlier. Before I can start walking, though, I hear her say something to me.

"Don't you wanna do anything else to me, Master?" she asks softly.

I start walking, but point the ring behind my back at her as I walk away. I imagine her getting dressed and forgetting this little encounter for now, but she will dream about it tonight and wake up thinking it was nothing but a dream.

By the time I walk out of hearing distance, I hear behind me the words "How did I get on the desk?"

Act 1-- Scene 3

I go back to the chair and find the pencil, flipping the book open to that page and I continue taking notes on what I read, just like before. I pocket the ring (because that's the kind of shoplifter I am) and I close the book after I'm done. I throw it back in the bin and I stand up. I grab my bookbag and drop my notebook back into it along with the pencil I used.

I turn around and walk back to the center desk. I forgot about the book I came here for, but I really don't need it anymore.

Once I get back to the center of the library, I smile and say goodbye to Miss Jillin as I walk out the door. She smiles back at me and says bye back to me.

If she didn't want to keep masturbating, that means she must have been satisfied.

I swing open the big doors and walk out, letting them shut on their own. I start to walk down the street back to my dorm, but a car rides up to me as I'm walking.

It's good ol' Richard Yourk again, the man who shattered my spine way back when. He rides up next to me in a 1996 Dodge Viper. In the seat next to him is the girl I've fantasized about since I saw her in the hall back in high school, Vivian Grey.

Vivian Grey is the hottest blonde I've ever seen in my life. At 5'4" she's not too tall, and at only 120 pounds she's got the body of a model. Actually, since she's got jugs that stretch out every top she wears, she's got the body of a porn star.

Richard honks his horn as he looks over at me. When I look over at him he just laughs and says some lame things about how bad I suck at football and he made fun of me for flying through the air when he tackled me, saying something about how strong he is compared to me. I hate him.

I reach into my pocket after a few minutes of being made fun of and I slipped the ring on with one hand. When I pulled my hand out of my pocket, I pointed the ring at them both and imagined a few things that I thought they needed to do.

I imagined Richard going onto the football field and running full-force into the field goal post until he drops to the ground. I thought about Vivian leaving Richard and coming over to my dorm and turning all my fantasies into reality. When I put my hand down, Richard and Vivian both looked dazed for a second, then sped off. I just put the ring back in my pocket and continued walking.

When I got back to my dorm, I darted to my room. I shut the door behind me and I dropped my bookbag on the floor next to my bed before I sat down on the bed myself. I leaned over and opened it, pulling out the notebook.

I read over a few of the notes I took about some of the limits of the ring. The book said I could control anyone, anywhere, as long as they were within 8 feet of me in the past 24 hours.

Let's see... Mr. Bowin was within 8 feet of me in the past 24 hours, so let's see if this works on him. I imagine Mr. Bowin forgetting to give me the Psychology test tomorrow, but then immediately giving me an 'A' on it.

Let's hope that worked.

I also wrote down that if I think about the person I want to control, I would be able to close my eyes and know exactly what they're doing at the exact moment I close my eyes.

I close my eyes and try to think of what Vivian is doing right now. Suddenly a picture flashes into my mind of the inside of Richard's car as they pull up to Vivian's house.

"Why don't you go into the house," says Richard, "I'm gonna go to the field."

"Why?" asks Vivian.

"I'm gonna go practice my tackles on something to test my stamina," Richard tells her.

"Come on, you don't have to go," she says.

"I want to go, though," Richard says.

I open my eyes and imagine Vivian going into her house, grabbing her father's video camera (I see him recording scenes for movies all the time) and taking it in her room. When she gets in there, she sets up the camera on the tripod in front of her bed and then gets undressed. She will turn it on and record herself doing the most unbelievably erotic things to not only herself, but anything else she can think of. When she's done, she will remove the tape, get dressed, put the camera back where she found it, then come over to my dorm with the tape.

I lay back and wait. According to the instructions, it should work.

Act 1-- Scene 4

I put my notebook away and call up the pizza guy, ordering a few pizzas to pass the time. The total comes to about 35 bucks. A half hour later, when I walk downstairs and open the door, I immediately point the ring at him and imagine him forgetting about money and just giving me the pizzas. I shut the door in his face and let him figure out what he should do next.




Puppet Master



I eat a few slices of pizza and put the rest in the fridge. I shut the fridge door and walk over to the couch, flipping on the TV. I watch it for an hour or so, and then I hear a knock on the door.

Show time.

I click off the TV and walk over to the door.

There, in front of me, stands the hottest girl in the world, Vivian Grey. She is holding the video tape and she asks me one thing.

"What do you want to do?"

I chuckle on the outside. On the inside I laugh a loud, sinister laugh.

"I don't know. Why don't you come inside and we'll figure something out," I say to her.

She walks inside and I shut the door, locking it.

"What do you have there?" I ask her, even though I know exactly what it is.

"I really don't know. I just had a feeling I should bring it," she tells me.

"Here, let me have it and I'll keep it safe for you." I reach my hand out and she gives it to me.

Piece of cake.

I set it next to the TV and point the ring at her, making her forget she brought anything over. I put the ring back in my pocket and I ask her if there's anything she wanted to tell me about Richard.

"No, not really. I broke up with him, but I don't know why. I think it was because he was stupid enough to ram himself into a pole until he passed out."

I chuckle again. On the outside and on the inside.

I walk over to her and put my hand on her shoulder.

"Is there anything you want to do, Vivian?" I ask.

She looks hesitant for a few seconds, then she finally asks "Have you ever had any fantasies?"

It took me a moment to grasp what was happening. Everything I've ever wanted to do with her, all possible with a single confession. I have to jump at the opportunity.

"Yes, I have. Most of them involved you being naked."

She pulls off her top almost as soon as I said the word 'naked.' She reveals her black lace bra and she soon is pulling that off of herself as well. When her pink nipples were finally presented to me, it was like all of my dreams came true at that very moment.

I couldn't even fully enjoy the moment before she was removing her bottom half as well. Her slit was slowly becoming visible as she slid her panties down her legs. She had no bush and no hair on her lower lips, meaning she shaved herself very recently. She stepped out of her panties and stood straight up in front of me.

"Well, now I am. What do you want me to do now?" she asked me.

Truth be told, I didn't know what to do. All of my fantasies were possible, but in the heat of the moment, I forgot what they were to begin with. I knew I had to do something, and I knew the perfect thing to say.

"Surprise me."

And surprise me she did. She started by removing my clothes with nothing but her teeth. Then, she gave me the handjob of a lifetime, letting my balls empty onto her chest. She scraped my cum from her chest and licked it from her fingers, then fingered herself while I fucked her ass (she wanted me to). We 69'd until she came again, and then she told me to fist her.

It was such a shocking request that I simply said "What?"

She told me that she wanted me to shove all my fingers inside of her and then make a fist, then pump it in and out of her. I was slightly disgusted at it, but a bigger part of me was intrigued.

Long story short, I tried it. It was awesome!

My fist was being squeezed by her pussy as she had an incredible orgasm, and my fist was stretching out her pussy until it was bigger than a tennis ball. I just kept pumping my fist, though, rubbing my thumb against her g-spot (at least I think it was her g-spot). When she finally stopped cumming all over my hand, I slid it out of her and looked at it.

Have you ever gotten out of the tub and your hands were all swollen and wrinkly?

I stood up and walked into the kitchen, washing my hands. I walked back into the living room horny as hell, but she wanted to calm down from her orgasm. I just asked her if I could straddle her stomach and fuck her tits. She beamed at the idea.

I started pumping my dick between her massive jugs. She was grabbing them and making them hug my dick, sucking my dick every time it appeared from between them.

When I came all over her face, she waited until it was all out of me, then she stood up and asked where the bathroom is.

"Why?" I asked her back.

"I want to wash my face. I don't want it in my hair."

I pointed her towards the bathroom and I followed her in there. She reached behind the curtain and turned the water on. Once it got nice and warm, she bent over the tub and dipped her face under the running water.

I got behind her as she washed her face and I grabbed her hips, ramming my dick into her pussy from behind. She moaned under the water, then instantly came up for air. As she caught her breath, she looked over her shoulder and told me I should have warned her. I tried to apologize, but she cut me off and asked me something I didn't expect.

"Could you do me a favor and squeeze my nipples while you fuck me?"

"Sure," I say. She puts her head back into the water and I continue fucking her, making sure to reach under her to squeeze her nipples like she wanted me to.

It doesn't take her very long to wash her face, but she doesn't say or do anything to signal that she wants me to stop. She just pulls her face out from underneath te stream. I keep on fucking her from behind, rubbing and squeezing her nipples while she grabs the other side of the tub for support.

It is the best sex so far, and once I shoot my load into her, she releases her grip on the side of the tub and she yells out her own orgasm. Her entire front half drops and her head mashes against the other side of the tub as she moans and grunts while my dick is being squeezed by her pulsing muscles.

When I was sure she was done, I pulled out of her and watched her swing back up. When she stood straight up, she turned around and looked me in the eyes, telling me something I never thought I would hear coming from her mouth (at least not directed at me).

"Do you want to get in the tub with me?"

I could have died right then and I would be happy.

My jaw drops at hearing it and then I rub my eyes to make sure I'm not dreaming. She just laughs softly and steps into the tub, turning the hot water back on and plugging the drain. I sit on the toilet and just enjoy the moment.

She's bent over, watching the water flow out of the faucet as it fills up the tub. Her pussy is dripping with half-my-cum, half-her-cum, leaking down her leg into the rising water.

Part of me doesn't want to soak myself in my own cum, but I know that this is a once-in-a-lifetime chance, so I go for it. I step in the tub behind her and ask her if she wants anything special done to her.

"Surprise me."

And surprise her I did.

Man, I wish I could have said that at that moment. But, no. What really happened is I tried to do the exact same thing I was doing when she was bent over the tub, but I wasn't really into it and she didn't give me the same reaction like before, so I stopped as soon as the tub filled up.

What I did after that was sexy in my head, but stupid once I did it.

I leaned over and took her nipple into my mouth, sucking on it and licking it every now and then. I also put my hand underwater and rubbed her clit as we both sat down. She didn't have an orgasm, she wasn't even excited. We ended up just taking a normal bath together, but I don't know if we were clean when we got out of the tub.

We walked back into the living room and we both got dressed. I told her I'd call her whenever and she told me she'd be over tomorrow anyway. Whatever.

She walked out the door and I shut it, turning around and being depressed that I couldn't do what I thought I could do with her.

And then I remembered the tape.

I ran over and grabbed it, throwing it into the VCR and pressing Rewind (to make sure it's at the beginning).

When it clicked and stopped, I got naked again, then sat on the couch to watch the action, ready to masturbate.

I saw Vivian pull her hand away from the camera after turning it on, and then she walks over beside her bed (fully naked), then crawls up onto it.

She immediately spreads her legs and drops her hand to her pussy, rubbing her clit and lips, making sure to rub all of her wetness into herself. When her fingers are good and soaking with her own moisture, she raises her hand to her mouth and ever-so-slowly licks each finger until she has licked up all of her wetness.

After that, she drops her hand back to her pussy and shoves two fingers inside herself, pumping her digits into her hot, pink hole. As she drives her fingers in and out like a piston, her other hand has found its way to her nipple, squeezing and diddling it to a state of aroused hardness. She moans (the camera picked up all sounds she made), and she keeps pumping faster and faster, harder and harder until she screamed out in pleasure!

Vivian gasps, takes a deep breath, and rests for a while after her intense orgasm. Then, she seems to look off-screen at something. She gets off the bed and walks out of the camera's view.

When she crawls back on the bed, she is holding a small teddy bear, probably from her childhood. She leans back and rubs the plastic nose a few times, then suddenly the teddy bear gets a face full of her quim. She appears to be rubbing her clit with the bear's smooth, plastic nose. And by the sounds she's making, shouting and moaning, I think the teddy bear's doing a pretty good job.

After a while, she cums all over the teddy bear's face, her juices soaking into its fur.

I press Stop on the VCR. I have an idea and I'm too horny to watch the rest of the tape right now.

Vivian was able to be really kinky when she wanted to be. I wonder if I could make her want to be kinky in front of me.

Act 1-- Scene 5

I grab the ring out of my pants pocket and slid it on. I closed my eyes and pictured Vivian suddenly having an idea, then coming back to my dorm again. When she gets here, she'll search every inch of my dorm for something kinky and freaky to do to herself, and then she'll give me a private showing of what kind of stuff she can do.

I just sit back on the chair and wait (still naked).

When she gets here, I just shout "Come in!" and she opens the door.

"I have an idea for something that I think you'll like, but I have to look around to see if I can find something interesting to do it with," she said.

"Go ahead," I say. "Take as much time as you need."

Of course, I didn't just sit in the chair while she roamed the place. I stood up, boner and all, and I followed her.

She searched literally every inch, from the corners of the living room to behind the toilet in the bathroom. She looked like she couldn't find anything.

That is, until she got to my bedroom.

She opened the door to my room, and her eyes sparkled. Her jaw dropped and she looked like everything in here was something that inspired her.

She still looked around, though. She probably wanted to find the perfect inspiration.

Vivian looked all over, behind my mirror, in the dresser, and even under the dresser.

Soon, she looked under my bed.

Now, of course I have a truckload of porn under my bed. That's normal for a guy.

She, however, looked at all of my magazines as if they were gold.

She yanked out all four shoeboxes and flipped through all of my magazines.

She stopped at one of my lesbian magazines and, without even opening it, she turned around and asked me where the phone is.

"It's in the living room," I tell her.

"Stay there," she says. "I need to have a little chat with a friend."

She goes out to the living room and I just stand there, completely naked, and I wait.

Ten minutes later, she comes back with a friend.

Her friend was just as hot as her. Blonde, big boobs, a bit skinnier than Vivian, but her hips were wider. She just stood in the doorway, next to Vivian, staring down at my dick, which was starting to get soft.

"Are you kidding? I'm not gonna do him!" says her friend.

"Come on, Alison! He's really good!" says Vivian.

I'm still wearing the ring, and I point it at Alison, picturing her accepting the situation. In fact, she will be willing to do anything asked of her until she leaves this dorm.

"Well, alright," says Alison. "I guess he can't be too bad."

"There you go!" exclaimed Vivian.

Alison walked over and stood above me (I was sitting on the floor by then) and stripped out of her tanktop and jean shorts, letting me look at her in nothing but her sky blue bra and matching panties. She then bent over, dangling her cleavage in my face, and she reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra. Her bra fell away from her beauties and my mouth started to water.

While Alison was giving me a striptease, Vivian was stripping out of her own clothes. She was fully naked, and when Alison reached behind herself to yank down her panties, Vivian stopped her.

Instead, Vivian turned her around, bent her over like before, and stood next to her on her right.

Vivian started to slowly pull down Alison's panties, slowly revealing every inch of her naked flesh to my eyes. When she got them halfway off of Alison's body, she spanked Alison's ass. Alison yelped softly, and then I could see just a tiny spot of wetness starting to grow on Alison's panties.

Vivian pulled them down a bit more, and finally Alison's pussy lips were beginning to come into view. Vivian encouraged Alison to crouch down so that her pussy was right in front of my face, and then her panties came all the way off.

I started to sweat. Two hot girls in front of me, both of them (most likely) about to have some kinky sex with each other.

My boner, ever since this started, has been back and bigger than ever.

They both looked down at it at the exact same second, and they both descended to the floor next to me. They rubbed their hands all over my chest and Vivian told me to get up on the bed.

It was like I was up on the bed before my brain could tell my body what to do.

Once I was up on the bed, so were they. Alison laid on my left, Vivian on my right. Both of them were rubbing their hands on my chest again, but then I noticed them making eye contact.

Their hands lowered down along my body until they met at my pelvis. One of Vivian's hands wrapped around my dick with one of Alison's hands, and combined they gave me the best handjob I could've asked for.

Up and down, smooth and slick, their hands formed a perfect circle around my member and it felt... awesome!

It was only moments after it started, and I was shooting globs of cum a couple of feet into the air. The streams all made arcs in the air, then landed with a splash on my chest, then on my stomach, my waist, and then finally it just dribbled and leaked down my shaft.

Instantly, Alison and Vivian went to work on cleaning me up. Their tongues danced on my skin, they wrestled from time-to-time about who would lick where. I quickly gained another boner as I felt their gentle tongues licking my cum like kittens licking spilled milk.

Vivian was the first to get to my rising erection. Her lips wrapped around my dick and she swallowed me like a pro. She pumped her plump lips up and down my cock with an incredible amount of passion. Her tongue (while I was in her mouth) wrapped around me every now and then and I could tell I was going to shoot off again soon.

Alison must have sensed this as she eagerly climbed atop my face.

I went to work on her pussy and tried my very best to concentrate on her instead of the fantastic ministrations happening on my dick.

I couldn't, though. I tried to hold it off as long as I could, but I grunted into Alison's pussy as I shot my load into Vivian's mouth.

It wasn't a total loss, though. Alison must have been adjusting her pleasure to match mine, because Alison screamed out her own orgasm at about the same time that I did. Soon after, Vivian even had an orgasm (she rubbed herself as she gave me a blowjob) and her voice vibrated down my pole. My balls squeezed out even more jizz from the feeling of it all.

The three of us fell asleep in a warm, sexually satisfied pile.

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Act 1-- Closing Scene

I woke up alone. Vivian and Alison must have went home.

I got up, got dressed and ready for Mr. Bowin's test, I looked at the clock, and I walked out the door.

When I walked into Mr. Bowin's class, I was greeted by an empty room and a look of scorn on Mr. Bowin's face.

"Gregory, what the hell is the matter with you?" yelled Mr. Bowin, saliva flying off his forked tongue as his venomous tail tried to lunge at me. His green scales flared outwards as acid dripped from his neck.

No, I'm joking. Mr. Bowin isn't really like that, but he is mean.

I reached in my pocket, digging for the ring.

I dig through my side pockets, my back pockets, and my shirt pocket.

I even look in my bookbag and all of its pockets.

But... where's the ring?

TO BE CONTINUED...



Puppet Master & the Hooters Girl



This is the third story in the series of Puppet Master. For details on how his strange power developed and was cultivated and used by him, see "Puppet Master" and "Puppet Master & the Lesbians."



Keith O'Brien, who thought of himself as Puppet Master, spent most of his time in his luxury condo, because anything he wanted would be brought to him. However, from time to time, he had a need to go out for a business consultation with his stockbroker or to run personal errands, and one day last week was one of those times. After finishing what needed to be done, he decided to stop for lunch in a Hooters Café that was near his building. 

The chain of restaurants has a reputation for hiring buxom waitresses, and that was one of the reasons Keith happened to choose one of them. He had always preferred women with extra large breasts. As a youth, when he decided upon a girl to play "Doctor" with him, it was always the most bosomy of all those who were available, and all girls were available, once his powers had been perfected. The sex partners he selected for himself from the city's female population were almost always blessed with large breasts, and he always made sure they were 100% natural. He happened to be in a position to indulge his wants, and he took advantage of it. 

He sat at a table in the restaurant, and one of the first things he noticed was a waitress who had one of the most magnificent racks he had ever seen. She was tall, and carried herself well, which was good, for otherwise she would have been too top-heavy to walk. Disbelieving, he probed her mind and learned her huge breasts were completely real, with not a drop of silicone. Besides her enticing bosom and curvaceous ass, she had a very pretty face, with dark brown hair cascading to her shoulders, a clear, creamy complexion and a vivacious smile. After probing her mind for more personal details about her, Keith decided that Gina, which was the young woman's name, would join him in his condo for sex after she got off work.  

The decision to select her, rather than one of the other alluring young women, was quite an easy one. She was unattached, having broken up with her boy friend a week before, and was not expected anywhere until her shift started the next morning. She was not a virgin and was using birth control pills and was free of AIDS or any kind of STD, as far as she knew, and there was no reason for Keith to believe there was anything she didn't know about. 

To be absolutely safe, he was always careful to use a condom anyhow, because he didn't want any of his DNA around and didn't want to leave any clue of his existence that might lead to knowledge of his mysterious powers. Keith had nothing to do with her in the restaurant, making sure she was not his waitress, and he imbedded in her mind a strong desire, almost a need to join him in his condo after she got off work. Having done that, Keith went home and prepared for his date with the young beauty. 

At seven PM, which was the time Keith knew she got off work, he sent his mind out to Hooters and took control of Gina's. Through her eyes, he watched as she said goodnight to her co-workers and walked out the door. There was no need for him to guide her, because the address and the three block route had been included in the details he had implanted earlier. That information and anything else he did with her mind would be erased after they were through with their sexual escapade. 

He kept his mind with her because Puppet Master wanted to make certain nothing happened to delay her. Any friend who might have wanted to engage her in conversation would have been easily deterred by exercising a tendril of his mind, but that turned out to be not necessary.  Ten minutes after leaving the restaurant, Gina was in front of his door and through her eyes, Keith watched her hand as she reached out and rang the doorbell. 

He pressed the button that opened the front door to the building and watched the progress of the bosomy woman as she walked over to the express elevator and called for it. A minute later, the door to the cab slid open and she stepped into the hallway just outside the plush condo that Keith called home. He was waiting in the open doorway and, after she entered and he closed and locked the door behind them, he greeted his guest, whose mind thought of them as lovers who shared the condo. 

"Hi, Gina," he greeted her. "How was your day?" 

"Busy and tiring. I'm sure glad to get home with you." 

Keith let her know how much he shared her happiness when he embraced her and kissed her pretty lips. Gina's big, soft breasts felt even batter against his chest than they had looked in the restaurant, but Keith wanted to get even closer to them. He ended the kiss, unbuttoned her blouse and reached inside to take one of the lovely twins in either hand. 

While fondling them, he tweaked the urges he had earlier implanted in Gina's mind so that she would unfasten her bra, letting him feel their naturalness. She reached behind her back and, seconds later, the unwanted barrier dropped to the floor, and there was nothing to interfere with his gently fondling and squeezing her vibrant breasts. With both his hands still full, he leaned forward to lick first one, then the other of her dark pink nipples. Straightening up briefly, he peeled the blouse all the way off and tossed it onto a nearby chair, feasting his eyes on her incredible globes as they bounced, completely free. 

"Are you ready to make love?" he asked. He already knew the answer, because, thanks to his control, there was nothing in the world she wanted to do more than that.  

"I sure am. I've been looking forward to this all day." 

She retrieved her blouse and bra and Keith steered her to his bedroom. Gina thought of the place as her home, and he wanted to make sure there was no confusion in locating the place where she supposedly slept with him every night. She sat on the bed and removed the flat heeled shoes she had put on just before leaving Hooters. Wearing just hot pants over her thong panties, she lay on her back, a pillow under her head and her succulent mounds ready to be worshipped by the man she believed to be her live-in boy friend. 

She didn't have to wait very long for his adoration to resume. Keith peeled off his shirt – he had been barefoot since returning home – and lay down beside her, wrapping both hands against her nearest breast. Moving slowly, wanting to take every bit of pleasure he could in the first of her magnificent breasts, he started to lick its precious nipple. It quickly became hard under his loving ministrations, and he moved his mouth over to its gorgeous twin. 

Puppet Master licked this breast the same way, sometimes using broad strokes of the flat of his tongue and sometimes just dabbing with the tip. As this nipple grew as hard as the first one had, Gina started squirming under him and cooing her pleasure. He continued for a long time, using just his tongue, until he drew as much of one luscious breast into his mouth and began to gently suck on it. 

While his lips formed a seal on the firm flesh, his cheeks went in and out like a bellows and his tongue continued caressing the rigid nipple and pebbly areola. He could feel the individual ridges that made her precious nubbin erect, and he switched back and forth between her incredible breasts again. Gina's erotic movements under him became even more pronounced and, when he moved his mouth from one breast to the other, she thrust the new one up into his mouth. 

Her cooing was turning to blissful moans and Keith could start to smell the delightful aroma of her pussy juices. With some reluctance, he left her lovely breasts and started kissing and licking his way down her firm belly, but he made a silent promise to them that he would be back. They may well have been the most succulent pair of his extensive experience, and he could almost have spent all day caressing them with his mouth and hands. 

After Keith reached the waistband of Gina's hot pants, he licked her soft belly all along the strip of fabric, unbuttoned them and pulled down the zipper before getting off the bed and getting back on at the foot. When she saw him, Gina smiled, at the thought of what they were about to do, spread her legs and watched as he walked on his knees until he was between them. 

"You know how much I love what you're going to do," she told him. 

Keith did know, but not for the reason she thought. He had read her mind earlier, and learned she really loved having her pussy eaten but, even if she didn't, he would have been sure to put such a preference in her mind, because he enjoyed it so much. He reached out, hooked his fingers in the loosened waistband of her shorts, and started to pull on them. Gina raised her ass from the bed and he peeled them all the way down and off around her feet. After tossing them aside, he treated her panties the same way, and leaned in closer to the beautiful and naked woman's pussy. 

She raised her legs and rested them on his bare shoulders, because that was the way he most liked to eat a pussy. Keith wrapped his arms around Gina's thighs, until his fingers met on her mons, and gazed on the feast that awaited him. The shaven skin of the slightly plump outer lips of her pussy was as creamy and fair as her face, with a small "landing strip" of dark pubic hair running from above her clit hood to the bottom of her mons. 

That creamy skin framed a lovely pink slit, and Gina's inner lips, dark pink and engorged with her lust, were blossoming through. Keith spread apart the sides of the slit and breathed in deeply of the delectable aroma that arose in a cloud. Her lips and crotch were already wet with her juices, and he leaned forward to let his tongue take a tiny sample. Their taste was even better than their fragrance, and he greedied on the nectar that was trickling down her crotch from the pink hole that was its source. 

Gina was already happily moaning as Keith's tongue started licking the ultra-smooth patch between the origins of an inner and outer pussy lip. After thoroughly covering that tiny part, his tongue started slowly caressing her soft, smooth outer lip, reveling in how it felt, like warm satin. He loved the beauty of Gina's pussy, and the scent and taste of her juices and the sound of her moans of bliss, but the best part of all to Keith was the way she felt to his mouth. 

He took his time licking all the way up to her mons and, when he reached that point, he raised his head to see how much Gina liked what he was doing. It was truly gratifying to see her body writhing in joy and her lips parted in a blissful smile while her head tossed from side to side on the pillow. Keith brought his mouth back to where he had started, devoured all the fresh nectar that had been produced, and started licking her other outer lip. 

He treated this one the same as he had the first and, when he reached Gina's mons again, her movements were more erratic than they had been and her moans were starting to end in whimpers. Keith noted that her clit had pushed all the way out from its protective hood, but he decided to leave it for later. He preferred taking his time and slowly bringing a woman to a climax that would be momentous and immensely pleasurable to him and to Gina both, although she wouldn't remember it the next day. 

Once again, he feasted on the nectar available and started his tongue fondling a new part of her pussy. Keith started licking between an inner and outer lip, turning his head sideways at the place where they were close together so he could lick them both simultaneously. By the time he reached the end of the inner lip, her ass was actually bouncing up and down on the bed as Gina rammed her pussy into his face. 

"Uh! Uh! Uh!" she whimpered. "I really love that! I love the way you eat me down there!" 

Keith was glad to hear that, because he loved eating a hot pussy like Gina's too. His tongue eagerly sluiced up all the delicious fresh juices again and started stroking between the other pair of inner and outer lips. Moving his tongue the same way on the second pair, he carefully caressed the entire area of both lips. 

As his mouth wended its way upward, Gina's body was thrashing around on the bed and her juices were running freely. Their truly heavenly aroma was almost intoxicating to Keith, besides being one of the most delicious things he had ever tasted. When he reached the end of the inner lip, he looked again at her clit. The adorable little morsel resembled a beautiful pink pearl, and Gina's thighs had rotated slightly outward, presenting her pussy even more fully to him. She was ready to cum, but Keith was still in no hurry. Once again, he brought his mouth down to below her pink hole and devoured all the nectar that had trickled out. 

Keith started again from there, but this time, his tongue licked straight up Gina's delightful pink slit, its curled tip scooping all the freshest juices. He actually probed the agile organ against the soft edges and dipped it into the hole that was their source. By the time he reached the top of the slit and his tongue was stroking her clit, Gina was begging him to make her cum. 

"Yes! Yes!" she implored him. "Suck my clit! Make me cum!" 

The time was right, and Keith did what his sexy partner wanted. He moved his mouth an inch higher and engulfed the swollen morsel and started to suck on it. While his cheeks worked like a bellows, his tongue caressed the sides and top, while Gina continued to tell him how good it was and how badly she wanted and needed to cum. 

Puppet Master wanted the same thing, although he was still in no hurry to bring it about. While Gina's voluptuous body thrashed about on the bed, he kept working his mouth on her clit, until she blurted the glad tidings. 

"Yes! Yes! I'm cumming!" 

Her legs clamped down on the temples of the man who had brought her to that delightful state, and her hands went to the back of his head to press his face against her pussy. She continued bouncing up and down on her succulent ass while her legs swung from side to side, carrying Keith's head a very willing prisoner. He clung tightly to her thighs and kept his mouth wrapped around her clit and enjoyed the wild ride. 

As joyful as Gina's previous announcement had been, the next one, where she announced her climax, was louder and even more ecstatic. As she cried out the delightful news, all her muscles spasmed and her back arched, ramming her pussy against Keith's face for an ultimate time. After her orgasm, all the sexy young woman's muscles completely relaxed, and her legs remained draped over Keith's shoulders, while the rest of her body sank into the mattress like a [ping and creamy white puddle. 

Keith removed his mouth from her clit and his tongue started mopping up all the juices that had spattered on Gina's thighs and, when those were gone, it squeegeed up everything that was trickling down her crotch so he could swallow it. He devoured everything from her inner and outer lips, and even sucked all the freshest nectar from the pink hole that had produced it. 

Usually, he would have left it to perform its function of natural lubricant, but Keith had something else in mind that day. When he had feasted on all of Gina's freshest pussy juices, he backed away and got to his knees, looking at the sumptuous body that awaited his further pleasure. 

His cock was stiff and ready for action and, for what he was going to do, a condom would have just gotten in the way. Although she had seldom been fucked between her breasts, and didn't usually like it very much, Puppet Master grafted a powerful desire in Gina's mind to do it with him, and she held her luscious breasts apart to accommodate his cock. Keith moved up until he was leaning over her body and rested his stiff shaft between them and she squeezed the succulent globes together, creating a soft channel. 

He backed his shaft out most of the way, and thrust forward while Gina's head, propped up by a pillow, bent forward with her mouth open. When his cock was close enough, she snaked out her tongue to caress the head, relishing the firm, velvety texture, and under the ridge. With the next stroke, she kissed the tip and, on the one after that, she held it briefly between her lips and probed her tongue into the slit. Puppet Master's mind was controlling Gina's actions and forcing her to make love to his cock with her face and mouth, but he let her choose the exact form.  

Slowly, reveling in the incredible sensation, he stroked his cock through the tunnel formed by her soft, succulent breasts. Gina pressed them together when he thrust forward and loosened them when he drew back. Her erect nipples scraped erotically against his skin with every stroke, and her face performed a new and intensely pleasurable act of love. Sometimes she kissed his cock; other times she wrapped her tongue around it as far as she could reach and, on some strokes, she even chose to caress the shaft with her soft cheek or even the side of her nose. Keith didn't try to guess what the sexy and inventive Hooters girl would do next; he just enjoyed her variety. 

Gina was having a glorious time too, with the man she thought of as her live-in boyfriend, as he slowly fucked her between her breasts. She knew it was one of her favorite sexual things to do, although she couldn't actually remember ever having done it with him before. Rather than be concerned about that strange gap in her memory, the happy young woman simply enjoyed the pleasure of the moment. 

And it truly was a pleasure to her. She was proud, and justifiably so, of her big, all-natural breasts, and she loved the sensuous feel of her lover's hard cock sliding back and forth between them. His body rubbing against her nipples, especially after he had eaten her pussy, was causing her to start to lubricate again. Perhaps more than anything else, she reveled in the sensation of his cock doing great things to her mouth and cheeks and nose and whatever other part of her face she chose to have pleasured. 

Gina was providing him with the best titfuck he had ever gotten, and Keith was moving slowly, making it last as long as he could. The time finally arrived that he felt his climax start to well up inside his groin, and he could tell he would be cumming within minutes. Knowing what he wanted her to do next, Puppet Master fully took over the mind of the Hooters Girl again so she would want to do it too, in order to provide him with the most fun. 

"I'm almost ready to cum," he told her. 

"Move higher up on me and stick your nice, big dick in my mouth," she gave him the directions he had told her to give. "I want to swallow all your cum." Moving slightly so her head was propped up higher on the pillow, Gina opened her mouth wide so her lover could do what he had told her to want. 

Keith could control the mind of the woman under him, but he couldn't control her reflexes, and he didn't want to shove his cock so far into her mouth that she would choke on it. He raised his shaft from the lovely channel that had felt so good and slowly inserted his head between Gina's lips. She leaned forward to envelop it and took almost its entire length before he felt it brush lightly against the back of her throat. Slowly, wanting to set up a final rhythm, Keith started fucking her in the mouth while she moved her face forward and back to meet him, caressing his cock with her lips and tongue. 

After a few minutes, Puppet Master felt his climax only seconds away, and he told Gina he was cumming. She had felt his cock jerking in her mouth and already knew it, and she positioned her tongue where the semen would land on it. Keith climaxed, feeling a great gush of pure pleasure, and squirted a big gob of cum into the mouth that was eager to receive it. Gina relished the flavor and kept stroking her mouth, expecting him to ejaculate more, and wanting to fully relish the flavor and texture. 




Puppet Master & the Lesbians



Late one afternoon, Keith O'Brien sat in the easy chair where he usually positioned himself when he was casting about the city for new sex partners. He wondered what he could do that day that would be different, having gotten a bit jaded from using his mind control power to bring in the most beautiful women in the city to service him sexually. What he wanted was something that would add a bit of spice. He appreciated the mysterious power that allowed him to take over the mind of anybody he chose and induce that person to do whatever he wanted, but there was the one drawback - no thrill of the chase. Keith never had to seduce anybody; the women he chose were always extremely willing. He wouldn't have changed it for anything, and he accepted that lack as a small price to pay for the fabulous and varied sex life he enjoyed. 

Ever since Keith was a student in elementary school he had possessed the talent to take over the minds of other people and impose his own wants and thoughts on them. He had no idea why he had it, but it had started developing when he was very young. In his earliest years, whenever he had come to class unprepared, Keith had somehow been able to prevail on teachers to refrain from calling on him to recite. All he did was to think: "Don't call on me! Don't call on me!" and direct those thoughts at them. Other times, when he was well prepared, the same teachers were induced by his thoughts to let him display his knowledge, earning him high grades and a reputation as one of the brightest students in the school. 

That reputation was deserved because Keith really did have an IQ at near the genius level. He was certainly smart enough, while still quite young, to notice how the teachers always seemed to do what he wanted, and he decided to experiment a bit, and see if he could do the same thing to get others to do his bidding. This mostly consisted of trivial things, such as trying to send out thoughts to induce a stranger to do something innocuous, such as walking across a street - safely - and watching as he returned to the original side, as if wondering why he had crossed it in the first place. 

He also used his improving talent to change the minds of bullies who were about to beat up him or a friend of his, causing at least a temporary reform. The more he used his mysterious power, the better Keith got at it, but he always had the integrity – or sense -to refrain from inducing any of his fellows or anybody else to hand over all their money or do anything else that might have caused those persons to wonder about their sanity or give them reason to accuse him of theft. 

One day, he heard one of his male classmates bragging about playing "Doctor" with a new girl in school, one who wore short skirts and makeup most of the time. He mentally persuaded that same girl to play the same game with him, and it was so much fun that, at one time or other, he played Doctor, with all the pretty girls in school, even those who were several years older. When it seemed right, he even played a more advanced version of the game. 

He was not omnipotent. Although Keith enjoyed great sexual success as a teenager, there were a few girls who were "saving themselves for marriage" and they initially refused his advances. He could have brought them to the point of surrender, but it was obvious to him that they really had no wish to fuck, and he wanted to avoid any entanglements, so he let the truly unwilling girls retain their maidenheads. There were plenty of others that he could turn into willing and eager partners and, by the time he reached adulthood, he knew exactly what most females desired sexually, because his many partners always told him. 

At the age of 18, he received a small legacy from a deceased grandparent, and he was able to quickly parlay it into a small fortune. By that time, he no longer had to ask for information he needed because he had developed the more advanced ability to read minds, and he knew what the major players on the stock market were going to do on any given day, even at any given minute, and he took his cues from them. By the time he was 25 years old, the small fortune was a large one, and he owned a luxurious condominium, complete with a private elevator, in a high rise building. He never worked a day in his life after that, except for calling his stockbroker to sell the stocks that were going to decline and buy those that were going to increase in value. 

Most of his time was spent in doing what had been so enjoyable during his youth – using his mind control power to bring an outstanding parade of beautiful sex partners into his condo. He no longer needed to look at or even be close to the objects of his thoughts, but was able to send his thoughts out into the world until he found somebody he believed would be fun in bed, with no undesirable consequences. On that particular day, he sent his mind out, not sure just what he wanted to do, but knowing he wanted a bit of variation from the usual. 

A few blocks from his home was a bar that catered to lesbian couples and, that day, it attracted his attention too. His mind was completely amorphous, and he opened neither door nor window when he entered the room, so nobody ever knew he was there. He looked around. There were quite a few women in the room and, unknown to anybody, he perused and considered the many possibilities. Keith decided he would have to select two of them who were there together. He certainly didn't want to start any disputes by separating two couples, nor did he want to fix up two women who might have been strangers. The pair he settled on were sitting in a dark booth, holding hands and looking into each other's eyes. 

They were both young enough that they would have probably been carded by the bartender, and neither of them was any great beauty, but they would certainly be adequate for what he had in mind. One was a brunette named Leah, and she had short hair and a somewhat plain face, partly because of her lack of makeup. She was rather slender, and Keith was elated when he read her thoughts of the strapon she had in her large purse, and of her intention to use it on her partner later that day. Cindy, the expected recipient of the fucking with the dildo, was more inclined toward plumpness, but in a sexy way, with big breasts and shoulder length blonde hair and a pretty face with a fair complexion and blue eyes. 

Keith continued reading their minds and learned that neither of the women had AIDS or any kind of STD and that neither of them was expected anywhere, except by the other. They were just what he was looking for, so he fully took over both their minds, a simple task with his powers, and instilled in them a powerful urge to do what they had been planning to do, except to come to his home to do it. 

"Ready to go yet, Cindy?" Leah asked, and was answered by a toothy grin and an emphatic nod of her companion's blonde head. 

Hand in hand, the two women walked through the doorway and turned in the direction Keith directed them. Once they had been given the strong desire, almost a need to walk to the place he wanted them to go, he no longer needed to guide their footsteps. They could be counted on to walk there safely and refrain from jaywalking or doing anything else that might draw undue attention to themselves or put them in any danger. 

He continued watching through Leah's eyes as she reached out and pressed the button that sounded the buzzer in his quarters. Keith responded by pressing the button to unlock the door and, still seeing what the brunette saw, observed as they walked across the plush lobby to the private elevator that would take them to the small hallway outside his condo. The portal to his living quarters was already unlocked because he had implanted the idea in their minds that they should just walk in. Usually, Keith greets his sex partners at the door but, since he would just be a spectator at first, he wanted them to be unaware of his presence. 

The two women walked in and after Leah had closed and locked the door, they took of their shoes and stockings and headed, barefoot, for the master bedroom. Keith followed a few feet behind; their minds were blocked from seeing him, or being aware of him in any other way, and he didn't want to miss out on any part of the show they were going to be putting on. Although they didn't live together, the two women were fairly regular sex partners, so they knew what each other liked, and the fumbling and hesitation would be at a minimum. They stood next to the bed, and Cindy pulled the top sheet and comforter out of the way. All that remained was the fitted bottom sheet, which would be all they would need. Leah deposited her large purse, which contained the strapon, on a corner of the bed where it would be out of the way, and the two lovers hugged warmly. They shared a series of long kisses, before breaking off the embrace. 

Leah started unbuttoning Cindy's green silk blouse and, when she was through, the blonde turned around to let it be peeled off and to have her bra unhooked. Her breasts were large enough that she wore one that had straps over the shoulders, and Leah set the blouse on the bed next to her purse, lifted the bra over her partners head, and dropped it on top of the first garment. She was still behind Cindy's back, and she reached around to take a lovely breast in either hand and gently squeeze and release them while lightly tweaking the nipples. Keith's face was just inches away, and he smiled at the beautiful globes and the way they were being fondled and caressed in the same way as he would have done. 

Still standing behind her partner, Leah unbuttoned a flap on her tight green skirt and pulled down the zipper. She tugged the garment all the way down to the floor and, when Cindy lifted her feet, removed it and placed it with the other clothing. That left the blonde wearing only her pale green panties, which matched her bra, and those didn't stay on long either. While Keith peered eagerly, Cindy's pussy, with the soft blonde pubic hair trimmed in the shape of a heart, came into view. Apparently, being undressed by Leah was quite arousing to her, and her pussy was already producing fluids of lubrication, the aroma of which Keith breathed in with great pleasure. He considered licking them off her, but decided to let the women continue with what they were doing before getting that involved. 

Cindy was naked and Leah, still fully dressed, spent a few minutes running her hands over the succulent bare body, before gently slapping her voluptuous ass. That was apparently a gesture of affection telling Cindy to get onto the bed, because that was what she did, lying on her back in the middle, with one pillow under her head and another ready to use elsewhere. Leah removed her jersey – she wasn't wearing a bra – and joined her lover, kneeling beside her lush body and resumed kissing her face, while lightly stroking her breasts and sexy round belly. 

Keith continued to watch passively, stifling the urge to make Leah get to the goodies faster. In her own time, she kissed her way down Cindy's throat and started licking a nipple. He moved in even closer, taking care to avoid any contact, and watched the agile tongue stroking the big pink nubbin, sometimes with broad, flat strokes and sometimes just using short jabs of the tip. She switched her attentions to the other lovely globe, and her hands continued caressing her partner the same way, while Cindy's body squirmed on the bed in pleasure. For several minutes, Leah alternated between the succulent twins, until she opened her mouth wider and drew one as far inside as she could. 

Once again, the brunette's mouth switched back and forth between the luscious mounds, and Keith contented himself with watching. Cindy was cooing joyfully by then, and thrusting her breasts up to meet Leah's mouth whenever she transferred her attentions from one to the other. Both women's hands were busy too, caressing each other's bodies as either of them brought the other closer to orgasm.  

Knowing that spontaneity would make for more enjoyable watching, Keith made no effort to control all the movements of his two "guests" and he allowed them to make love the way they normally would. When Leah began licking and kissing and nuzzling her way down her lover's soft belly, it was the normal thing for them to do when they were in their current mood. When she stopped at Cindy's mons, got off the bed and got back on between her legs, that was also the normal progression of their love-making. As the puppet master watched, the blonde raised her legs and Leah ducked under them and let them rest on her shoulders. 

Until then, Keith had been standing on the floor next to the bed but, to watch what would be happening next, he knelt on the mattress with his face inches above Cindy's Mount of Venus. His eyes enjoyed watching, and his nostrils nostrils relished the delectable aroma of the blonde's juices, while Leah got to savor their taste, licking the nectar from her partner's thighs and crotch. From there, her tongue continued caressing upward between an outer lip and its swollen inner partner. When Cindy began to writhe blissfully under her partner's ministrations, Keith moved back, about a foot from the action. He wanted to avoid any physical contact with either of the women, at least for the time being, but he wanted a good, close view of what Leah's tongue did. 

And that's what he had, watching while the pleasuring organ slowly worked its way to Cindy's clit hood, and Leah raised her head to see the results of her ministrations. The scene was the same to her as it was to Keith, that of the blonde's voluptuous body writhing joyfully, while her head rolled back and forth on the pillow. Her eyes were closed and her lips were slightly parted in a smile of bliss. It was obvious that Cindy truly loved what Leah was doing, and it was equally obvious that her partner loved doing it. 

They both loved it even more when the pleasuring tongue returned to where it had started, licked up all the fresh juices from Cindy's pussy, and started caressing the other inner lip. Leah treated this part of her lover's pussy as she had treated its opposite, and her hands continuously stroked the belly, hips and breasts of Cindy. Her actions had the desired and expected results; the blonde was moaning and whimpering in bliss, and her body thrashed around on the bed, while her pussy fucked up into the face of the woman who was giving her such immense pleasure. 

Keith was receiving immense pleasure too, from the erotic scene on his bed and the aroma of Cindy's pussy, and he decided to get as naked as she was. His cock was hard, and he knew he would be joining the lesbian couple, but not until they climaxed and started sharing Leah's strapon. He had already been barefoot, but he removed all the rest of his clothing and got back on the bed to watch while one woman's lips and tongue continued slowly bringing the other woman closer to an orgasm. Since he was going to be watching from inches away, he increased his control of the women's minds so that they wouldn't notice him if they bumped into him while thrashing and bouncing around on the bed. 

Leah was having at least as much fun as anybody else, reveling in the delights of her lover's pussy. Everything about the pink and blonde and creamy white confection was supremely exciting to her, including the beauty and the aroma and the flavor and the texture of Cindy's skin and pubic hair. She also took great pleasure in the way her lover was telling her how great everything was, and how soon and how strongly she was going to cum. Leah paused for a few seconds to strip off her jeans and her panties, with their soaked crotch, and returned her face to where both women very much wanted it. Once again, her arms encircled Cindy's thighs but, this time, her hands went to the edges of the pink slit and gently spread them and the inner lips apart. 

Even as Keith watched, Leah's tongue started at the lower end of the wet pink aperture and started slowly licking its way upward. When the agile giver of pleasure contacted the sensitive lining, Cindy's movements, already erratic, became even more frenetic. 

"Yeah! Yeah!" she cried. "Lick me there! Lick me there!" 

Leah knew where to lick. While Keith watched from inches away, her tongue dipped into the pink hole that was the source of the fragrant and delicious juices, driving Cindy so wild that she was actually lifting her ass off the bed to ram her pussy against her partner's face. Leah kept her mouth where it was for almost a minute, with her tongue burrowing into her partner's pussy, while she enjoyed the wild responses. Finally, she moved it slightly higher and engulfed Cindy's precious clit with her mouth.  

Keith moved slight farther away, so he wouldn't be hit or kicked while the blonde was in the throes of cumming, and melded his mind with that of Leah. It was as if her partner's clit was in his mouth as well as hers, and he appreciated the way his/her tongue caressed the engorged sides and top, until Cindy let out a great cry of ecstasy and clamped her thighs around the head that was between them. She continued warbling her joy and grabbed the back of Leah's head to hold it while she rammed her pussy into her partner's face. 

Keith and Leah equally relished the aroma and flavor of Cindy's juices and the way her clit filled their mouth. The blonde's movements grew even wilder, and she thrashed around on the bed, with Leah/Keith's head a very willing prisoner. The mind meld was so complete his ears and face even felt the soft thighs that his/Leah's arms were hugging as they mutually enjoyed the wild ride. 

The best part was when Cindy climaxed, with a cry of absolute joy, arching her back, clenching her muscles and ramming her pussy against the mouth that had brought about her orgasm. After that ultimate act, she sagged back onto the bed. Her head nestled in the pillow, and a look of total bliss, with her eyes closed and her lips parted in a happy, contented smile spread across her face. Keith retained the mind meld so he could relish the flavor of all the fresh juices that were lapped up by his and Leah's tongue, although they left those that were still inside Cindy's pink hole. They would be needed for lubrication. After she backed away, allowing Cindy's legs to flop onto the mattress, Keith released part of his hold on Leah's mind, wanting her to go back to being herself. The first thing she did was to open her purse and remove the strapon. 

As Cindy watched with eager anticipation and Keith watched with interest, Leah put on the toy. She sat on the bed to slide her legs, one at a time, between the center strap and the outer belt that would go around her waist. There was no dildo attached to the center strap, but Keith knew from Leah's thoughts that the strapon was designed with a different method of bringing the wearer and the bottom woman to their orgasms. The reverse side of the red leather triangular-shaped front piece was equipped with a series of raised designs that would massage the wielder's clit and other sweet spots as she drove the dildo in and out of her partner. 

That dildo, which protruded from the front of the red triangle, was seven inches long, made of pink silicone and was designed with its own pattern of pleasure bumps and a clit spur. After making sure the toy was solidly strapped around her waist, Leah got onto the bed and walked on her knees toward Cindy. The intended bottom woman smiled at the sight of the big dildo as it approached her, spread her legs and reached down to hold her pussy lips apart in preparation for the fucking she was about to start getting. 

Still keeping a lower level of control while the women acted naturally, Keith went to his dresser drawer and took out condoms and a squeeze bottle of Aqualube with a narrow tip. 




Puppet Master & the Redheads



NOTE: This is the latest in the series about The Puppet Master. For more details on how his unique mental powers developed and how he uses them to find desirable sexual partners, please see previous stories. 

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Keith O'Brien, who liked to think of himself as The Puppet Master, sat in his favorite easy chair in his luxury condo and cast his mind out into the city in search of new sex partners. As usual, he didn't know exactly what he was seeking, but he knew he would know when he found her or them. His mind waves drifted into a nice restaurant and he was fascinated by what he saw there. Sharing a small table were three beautiful women, each of them with flaming red hair, and otherwise resembling one another. His interest piqued, he probed the mind of the youngest, whose name was Tricia, to learn more about the group of titian-haired beauties. 

He learned she was celebrating her eighteenth birthday that day and was in the restaurant with her mother, Angela, and her mother's sister. This aroused his interest even more, so Puppet Master sought out more details and learned the young woman had recently surrendered her maidenhead to her high school sweetheart, but had broken up with him less than a month later. He also learned her 38 year old Aunt Susan, the third member of the group, was recently divorced and her mother had been a widow for the last two years. The trio became more interesting to Puppet Master once he learned they were all unattached and none of them had any particular plans after their luncheon, nor were any of them expected anywhere. The women were all on the pill, and none of them had AIDS or any kind of STD, which was important to him. 

Because of his mental powers, which he believed were unique, he would have been able to control the mind of any woman he wanted, and compel her to join him in his condo for whatever kind of sex he felt like having with her. Keith had discovered his powers as a young boy and spent years perfecting them, until his mind could control any person or small group of persons and compel all of them to do his bidding. By controlling an individual's mind, he was able to instill an overwhelming desire for the controlled person to perform a certain act or series of acts, always what Keith wanted him or her to do. After he was through having his way and getting what he wanted, The Puppet Master used another facet of his mental power to wipe all memory of what had transpired from that person's mind.

Keith was able to support himself comfortably with the inside information he easily obtained about fluctuations in the stock market. Since he had no need to work more than minimally, he spent most of his time indulging in sex acts with a parade of beautiful women he brought up to his condo. Not wanting anybody to have any reason to suspect him of anything, Keith was always careful to avoid leaving evidence of his activities, such as an unexplained broken hymen or an illness that might be sexually transmitted or a pregnancy. 

He decided to have the three women come to call on him after they had finished their luncheon. Controlling three people would be more difficult than directing one, but only slightly more. He knew he could do it with no problem, and the idea of the gathering of the family of gorgeous redheads intrigued him. Among other activities, he expected to have the two older women put on a show for him by 69ing while the teenager sucked him off after he had eaten her pussy. Other sexual events would be decided on after the arrival of his partners. 

Once he had implanted in the mind of each of the three women the urgent desire to come to see him as a group immediately after finishing their meal, Keith set about preparing his bedroom. He remade his bed using just a fresh bottom sheet, because he enjoyed sex the most in a nice, clean environment. The thermostat was set rather high, since he and the women would all be naked shortly after their arrival, and he wanted everybody to be comfortable. 

With everything prepared, he waited, looking through the eyes of Angela and monitoring their actions. After paying their check, they got up from the table and walked out the door. The restaurant was just a few blocks away, and his apartment building was on a main street, so the group would have no difficulty getting there, but he watched anyhow, in case they were delayed by some unexpected encounter or other interruption.

Angela, as the oldest of the three, seemed to be the person leading the way, so Keith continued concentrating on her and watched their progress through her eyes. When he saw her hand reach out to ring the doorbell above his mailbox and heard the result, he buzzed the ladies in and, still using the same pair of eyes, watched them walk over to his private elevator and punch in the personal password he had told her. When the day's sexual escapades ended and the women left, that would be another fact, along with his name, which would be forgotten, as well as the rest of what all three of the enticing women would have done with him and with each other. 

He was standing in the doorway just down the hall from the elevator door, and he smiled when the three women exited. As they approached him, they were even more beautiful than they had looked in the restaurant, and he kissed the two older women after they had entered his suite and he had securely locked the door. He saved his most ardent embrace and deepest kiss for the 18 year old, because he expected her to be the primary object of his sexual activities, although that could easily change. After they had removed their shoes and stockings, the three women and Keith entered his bedroom and Tricia stood by his bed, waiting to be undressed the rest of the way. 

Her aunt and mother removed and hung up their blazer and cardigan sweater respectively and sat along the wall in a kind of a trance, which would be ended when Keith was ready to watch them in lesbian action with each other. For the time being, he was able to use relatively little of his mind in controlling them, and he could concentrate on the sexy teenager. 

Before beginning to unfasten any buttons, he gathered her into his arms again, and she eagerly returned his kiss, as he had mentally commanded her to do. His hands reached down and cupped Tricia's succulent ass cheeks, and his arousal increased. She had one of the sexiest figures he could remember, and Keith's condo had been visited by some of the most gorgeous women in town, although none of them remembered their time there. Avidly, he pulled her silky blouse free of her skirt and unbuttoned it, after which she turned around so he could slide it off her shoulders and unhook her bra. He also unfastened the button on the side of her skirt and pulled down the zipper, so he could slip that garment off and set it and her other discarded clothing on the side of the bed. 

When Tricia turned to face him again, her luscious breasts were bouncing and swaying provocatively, and Keith cupped one in either of his hands and bent down to lick a nipple. Either of the lovely twins was a perfect handful, heavy in his hands but with soft and smooth skin, and he moved his mouth between them, licking both cute pink nubbins and feeling them starting to become erect under his ministrations. He had not ordered her to become aroused; it was Tricia's own sensuous nature that was causing her to react to what he was doing to her. It was much more fun for him that way, as well as being far more enjoyable for the women he brought up to his lair. 

"Let's lie on the bed," he directed her, guiding her there by his hand until she lay on her back, wearing nothing but her panties. 

Keith removed his shirt -- he was already barefoot -- and climbed onto the bed beside her. He was still wearing his pants and shorts because he would have Tricia remove them preparatory to sucking him off and while he was watching her mother and aunt 69ing on the same bed as he was using. The removal of his pants before sucking him off was something he always preferred having the women do, and he was the one in charge of everything that was going to be happening that day. 

Leaning over Tricia, he cupped one of her succulent breasts in his hand and resumed licking her nipple. As her natural excitement increased, he felt the pink jewel becoming more erect, and he switched his mouth to its equally delightful neighbor. As his tongue continued its caressing, Tricia began cooing and her body started to squirm under his face. Keith turned his face to look down the length of her body and saw a small stain starting to spread in the crotch of her panties, and smelled the aroma of an aroused pussy. 

The scent was truly delightful, but could present a problem if Tricia wondered later how her panties had gotten stained with her juices while lunching with her aunt and mother. To eliminate that potential problem, Keith raised his face from what he was doing and reached down to remove the skimpy garment. He pushed down on the waistband and she raised her ass from the bed and bent her knees so he could pull her panties all the way down and off around her feet and toss them near her other clothing. With that taken care of, his mouth returned to giving pleasure to her breasts and to himself. 

A healthy and sensuous young woman, Tricia was reacting to what Keith was doing to her nipples, and her actions became more strenuous when he drew one of her lovely orbs into his mouth and started sucking, while his tongue stroked the nipple and areola. Once again, he switched his attentions between the beautiful pair until Tricia was writhing on the bed under him and her cooing in joy was starting to evolve into moans. The delectable aroma of her pussy had gotten stronger, so he kissed and licked his way down her soft belly until he reached her pubic hair. 

Like many redheads, Tricia was blessed with extremely fair skin, on her face and body and pubic hair that was almost like eiderdown. Keith licked lower, reveling in the fluffiness under his tongue, but he wouldn't eat her pussy from that angle. He got off the bed, got back on at the foot and approached her on his knees. He needed to issue no mental command; Tricia obviously liked having her pussy eaten and had it done before, because she raised and spread her legs so the man in bed with her could give her that pleasure. 

The first thing he did was to gaze on its beauty. Tricia's ivory skin was even paler, and was emphasized by the sparse red hair up to her slit and by her inner lips, which were already swollen with her desire, and had blossomed out from that pink aperture. Keith leaned in closer and wrapped his arms around her thighs, bringing his face inches from the pink and white confection. Gently, he spread the edges of her slit and peered inside at its wetness, to be greeted by an incredible cloud of fragrance. A few droplets were trickling from the pink hole that was their source, so he licked them off with the tip of his tongue, and was elated to find they tasted even better than they smelled. 

That small sample was not enough, so Keith avidly licked all the juices from the hotsy's thighs and crotch and started licking one of her outer lips. Once again, the soft hair felt as good to his tongue as shaven skin would have, and he slowly licked his way up the lip until he reached her Mount of Venus. Even if his mouth hadn't been busy, he had no reason to say anything, because his commands were strictly mental, and he had no wish to hear either of the older women saying anything, so Keith made them stay silent. The only thing Tricia was saying was telling him of the fabulous pleasure she was receiving from the tongue caressing her most private parts, so Keith let her express herself. 

And that's what she did. "Oh, Keith, I love what you're doing. Don't stop," she murmured. She and her aunt and her mother had been made aware of Puppet Master's name, but that data would be erased from their minds after they left his condo. 

That wouldn't be for quite a while, because none of the women had anywhere they had to go that afternoon, and Keith had allowed himself all day to take his pleasure with the red-haired beauties. After he finished licking Tricia's first outer lip, her body was writhing in bliss on the bed and he started on the other side of her pussy. This lip was treated the same way as the first had been, with gentle strokes of his tongue that covered the same area over and over and sent ripples of pleasure through the young woman's body. His tongue spent a long time stroking the second lip until his mouth once again reached Tricia's soft, ivory-colored mons. 

After kissing her there as he had at the time of his first stop, Keith raised his head to survey her responses. Like most men who particularly love eating pussy, one of the best parts is seeing how the woman is taking pleasure in his actions, and he was not disappointed there. Tricia's lovely naked body was bucking and rolling all over the bed and her face, eyes closed and mouth partly open in a grimace of joy, was tossing from side to side on her pillow. Smiling to himself, Puppet Master lowered his head, feasted on the fresh stream of nectar and began licking between an inner and an outer lip. 

As he likes to do, he started on the very smooth, soft area between the origins of the lips and licked her there. Moving very slowly, his tongue worked its way upward and, when he reached the place where the labia are close together, he tilted his head to slide it between them. Keith reveled in the contrast between the texture of Tricia's slick outer lip and the sponginess of the inner one, which was engorged with her lust. When he reached the end of the inner lip, he raised his head and was elated at what he saw. Her clit had completely pushed its way out from the protection of its hood, and resembled a lovely pink pearl. He spent no more than a few seconds admiring the cute little morsel before bringing his face back down to below Tricia's dripping pink hole again. 

After devouring the plethora of delicious juices, he licked between the second pair of lips the same as he had the first. By the time he reached her clit again, Tricia was fucking up into his face and she was sobbing and whimpering in bliss. Keith thought about how it was something of a shame she would not be allowed to remember anything he had done to her, because she was obviously getting an enormous amount of pleasure from having her pussy eaten. 

Tricia wanted more, and she knew how to get it. "Suck my clit, Keith!" she exhorted him. "Suck my clit and make me cum!" 

He enjoyed having the women he controlled taking some initiative the way she had, and that was his intention anyhow, so he opened his mouth and drew the succulent morsel inside. With his lips forming a seal, he sucked and caressed Tricia's precious clit with his tongue. As her responses became more and more frantic, Keith's arms clung tightly to her thighs and his mouth remained snugly clamped around her sweetest of sweet spots. 

"Yes!" she cried out ecstatically. "Yes!" I'm cumming! Suck my clit!" 

Keith wanted nothing more than to do exactly that and, even if he hadn't, his face was held securely in place. Tricia's thighs clamped so strongly to the sides of his head he couldn't have moved, even if he wanted to, which he didn't. She sat upright, grabbed the back of his head and pressed Keith's mouth against her pussy, which she was fucking even harder up into his face. Her upper body rose and fell, and Tricia rocked from side to side on her lovely ass while she sobbed and whimpered in joy at the way she was cumming. The puppet Master was swung from side to side as if he were a puppet, but he immensely enjoyed every second of it. 

So did Tricia, especially when she climaxed. All her muscles clenched and she rammed her pussy against his face for an ultimate time, before happily relaxing back onto the bed, where she resembled a pink and cream puddle. Her legs no longer held his face, but were draped over Keith's shoulders. Greedily, he licked off every drop of her nectar, including what was still inside the beautiful pink hole that had been its source. Usually, he would have left it there to serve as lubrication for the fucking that would ensue but, on that afternoon, he wanted to have Tricia suck him off instead. 

Angela and Susan had been sitting quietly, almost in a trance, while he ate the pussy of their young relative, but it was their turn to get sexually involved and put on a show for their master. First, he read their minds and learned they both had experimented with some woman-on-woman love in the past, and had rather enjoyed it. Building on that, he implanted in their minds a raging lust for each other and a powerful urge to come over to the bed, strip each other naked and perform a series of lesbian acts on each other's naked bodies. Until those two were involved on their 69, Tricia would be in a state similar to what theirs had been until Keith decided to have her start sucking his cock. 

The first thing he had them do was hug and kiss each other, with their wide open mouths plastered together and their tongues avidly mingling. He couldn't actually see the latter action, but Keith liked to imagine it. As he had done with Tricia, The Puppet master allowed the women under his control to do what they wanted, so it would be natural, but still part of the lesbian activity he wanted to watch and was making them desire so urgently. When they broke off the kiss, they started removing each other's clothing. 

Angela was wearing a dress with buttons in the back, so she turned around and Susan's fingers unfastened them and unhooked her sister's bra. When they faced each other again, the younger woman pulled the dress down her sibling's arms and removed and discarded the D-cups while Angela unbuttoned Susan's blouse and pulled it free, as well as unfastening and removing her sister's bra. Both women were naked above the waist, and their big, beautiful, breasts swayed alluringly. 

While Angela unfastened the waistband on the other woman's skirt, Susan pushed the dress down her hips. Both garments fell to the floor, and the scarlet tressed beauties stepped out of them and took turns pulling down each other's panties. When they faced each other again, they were both completely naked, and they shared another long embrace with their mouths grinding together. Angela, who was somewhat more of a take charge kind, cupped Susan's breasts and bent down to start licking the nipples. Their coupling was off to a good start, but he wanted to get more quickly to the main event, so Keith shot a thought at them, and what they suddenly wanted to do more than anything else was to get horizontal on the bed. 

Susan lay on her back with a pillow under her head, and Angela knelt above her and leaned down to resume licking her sister's adorable nubbins. This left her own succulent breasts in a position for Susan to gently fondle them with her hands and start licking the nipples. This was much more what The Puppet Master wanted to see, and he sat down on a chair and directed Tricia to kneel between him and the bed and start preparing to suck his cock. She obeyed, because it was what she wanted to do more than anything else in the world at that exact instant, and she knelt down and started to unfasten Keith's belt and the waist button of his pants. 

Still watching two hot redheads mouthing each other's breasts in their form of a 69, Keith raised his ass from the chair so the third hotty could pull his pants down and off around his feet. He was still wearing boxer shorts, and his hard cock was sticking up through the fly. Tricia gently held his erection in the fingers of one hand and leaned over to stroke the length of his shaft from his scrotum to the head. The Puppet Master had implanted in her mind a love of sucking cocks, especially his, as well as ideas on how to please a man, and licking like that was included in her quick tutorial.