7 comments/ 24845 views/ 3 favorites Humanitarian By: Rutabaga72 "Professor Karlsson, thanks so much for agreeing to see me. Please don't get up, I wouldn't want to take any more of your time than absolutely necessary. You know, this is my first visit to your country. I must say, after sampling some of the local fare, I'm sure it won't be the last. Yes, the people of Sweden have opened their homes and so much more to me." "What's that, Norway you say? Wow. Boy is my face red. Talk about embarrassing. Probably just feeds some awful American stereotypes too. Well I hope this doesn't impact your decision regarding my proposal. In fact, I'm just going to jump right in before I stick my foot any further in my mouth. Comfortable enough for us to get started? Terrific." "The first thing you have to understand is that I didn't ask for this power. I was just minding my own business when one of those bogus psychics offered to tell me my future. I ignored her, but she reached out to grab my wrist. That probably would have been the end of it, except at that moment a radioactive grasshopper bit me. Strange coincidence too, considering the freak lightning storm in the area. Look, I don't want to bore you with all the mundane scientific details. The main thing is, from then on, I could read minds." "Well, not exactly. It doesn't seem to work on men. Or people under eighteen. Adult women, however... Not only that, but while I'm in there, I can make a few tweaks. Now I know what you're imagining, but let me just stop you right there. This is not going to be one of THOSE stories. I have too much respect for women to consider something like that. Besides, I only make changes after seeing a girl and reading her thoughts. So if you think about it, it's basically like them asking for some improvements." "You might be surprised by just how improved a girl can get with the right encouragement. I know I was. Look at me now and you'd assume I always had a keen insight into women, but it didn't used to be this way. Before I got these powers, I actually didn't have the best of luck with the ladies. For example, I had a pretty big crush on Kelly Thomas, who lived in the apartment across the hall, but I didn't have the confidence to do anything about it." "My only sex life involved dirty websites. I trust you to keep this in confidence, Professor, but I'm pretty kinky. I knew I was supposed to want to take Kelly on a romantic picnic and read her poetry or something, but... All I ever thought about was forcing her into something skimpy, then ripping it off. And after she was naked, I just wanted to pull her hair, or slap her around. Don't get me wrong, I didn't imagine leaving her seriously hurt or anything. I mean, I'm not a religious man, but some people on the internet really need Jesus. Still I was pretty bad in my own way I guess. Dreaming of spanking her pretty little ass raw, that kind of thing." "Of course I wanted to fuck her too. Roughly. In any hole I could. There was just something so hot about imagining Kelly, with that cute smile and that cute brown ponytail, taking my dick down her throat. I don't mean sucking it, I mean making her take it all. Watching her gag and sputter on her knees. Removing my cock just long enough for her to take a ragged breath before shoving it back in even harder. And right before my climax, I'd look down into her cute brown eyes." "Kelly would seem pretty helpless and humiliated by that point. I mean, how could she not? While I can't speak from experience, how much pleasure could really be derived from having a man grab you by the hair and fuck your mouth? There's no physical stimulation to it. And the power dynamic is completely one sided. The man just takes what he wants while the woman literally has to choke on it. Then again, I guess for the right kind of girl that could be hot. Once in a while at least. Before I became a mind controller, though, I had no way of knowing whether Kelly was that way or not." "But if I'm being honest, I didn't want to do things like that to just Kelly. I guess it would be safe to say that I have a type. Not physically so much, but in terms of personality. Some guys go for the bimbo, the kind of girl who doesn't think too hard about anything besides her appearance. Not me. I like the smart ones. Women who love to read and have interesting opinions on politics. It drives me nuts when I hear men complaining about their girlfriend talking too much. I say there's nothing hotter than a woman who just can't help sharing her opinion all the time." "Only I dreamed of making a spirited, confident, intelligent girl wear a leash and collar. Tying her up, working her right to the brink of an insane climax, then leaving her frustrated. Forcing her to use all that ambition and talent on pleasing me. Of course that included satisfying me sexually in any way imaginable, but it was more than that. I dreamed of making her perform for me. In the kitchen. In the bedroom. Everywhere. It's not that I wanted her miserable. Totally the opposite. Hey, I always planned to let her orgasm eventually. As long as she begged prettily enough." "Sounds depraved, right? That's what I thought. Which is why I assumed all my fantasies would remain fantasy. That's why I wanted my fantasies to remain fantasy. Even the rare occasions I had sex for real, I was always as gentle as I could manage. I was terrified of mussing a single hair on a woman's head. But once I got the power, everything changed. I realized that women fantasized about the exact same things I did. Not all girls, but more than you'd think. Hell, they dreamed about stuff my websites couldn't even have imagined." "The best part? It wasn't necessarily the ones you'd expect either. I noticed that right away. I mean some of those women in glasses and shirts buttoned to the collar bone, heading to work at a law firm or major publishing company, were thinking about things that blew my mind. It would have been so easy to bring one home and put her through her paces. But as I said, this isn't going to be one of those stories." "Sure, I'll admit it was tempting to use my mind control to satisfy some of my baser instincts. The most important thing, though, is being able to look yourself in the mirror every morning. I initially considered just not using the power at all. Pretending it didn't exist. But that didn't sit right morally. I mean, here I was with this amazing gift, how could I squander it in good conscience? Especially considering all the positive things I could achieve. Think about how many women are lonely or depressed. I could fix that. I could save them!" "Before really getting to work making the world a better place, though, I had to eliminate some day to day interferences. I quit my job. My boss, Ms. Lawrence, didn't seem too disappointed. I suppose I'd always been a bit of an underachiever. She even reamed me out pretty good a few times. But while we were both happy I was moving on, I still needed money to eat and live." "Luckily, I realized a happy coincidence. Some women have fantasies about being whored out. Selling their body, making a living on their backs or knees, with all the reward going to some sleazy pimp. What an opportunity. Just to show Ms. Lawrence there were no hard feelings over any past run-ins, I gave her the first crack at it. She goes by Peaches now. I picked the name out myself. The corner where I sent her is a little run down, but she makes it up with quantity." "Even when she was my boss, I always imagined using her body however I wanted. When she lectured me, for instance, I'd always want to physically force her against the wall of my cubicle. At that point, I'd calmly explain how as much as I respected her as a leader, I'd decided she'd fit better in a new position I'd envisioned for her." "Taking the scissors from my desk, I'd start cutting her out of her pants suit. Once she was down to her underwear, breasts heaving in desperation, my usually unflappable boss would know the score. She'd start begging me to stop, offering to never speak of it again. I'd put a finger on her lips to silence her, before bringing the scissors up to clip her left bra strap, and then the right. Moving down to the panties, I'd know I made the right decision. Ms. Lawrence would be so much happier putting her responsibilities to the side so she could focus on being a naked, helpless, plaything." "Where would thoughts like that even come from if she wasn't the type? There was just something about this supposedly conservative businesswoman that screamed out to be treated like a piece of meat. Ms. Lawrence belonged in some cheap, skintight mini skirt. Yes, I'm almost positive she must have always wanted to fuck disgusting, strange men to pay my bills." "I didn't confine myself, however, to only girls I had known before the power. Instead, I got to do some good all over the community by helping women live out dreams they never would have the courage for without a nudge. Meanwhile, the money they delivered allowed me to spend more time finding other women to save. It was all so wonderfully symbiotic. As a Scandinavian, I'm sure you can appreciate the collective spirit of the whole thing." "Plus, not to brag, but my parents raised me right. I don't have a racist bone in my body. No discrimination whatsoever in terms of the women I'm willing to help. Black, Hispanic, I've even got a Pacific Islander. And it's not as if I just accept girls of all colors and creeds; I actively seek them out. Still I can't claim to be perfect. I mean, I really wanted an Indian for my collection. Feather, not dot. One Halloween, I thought my search was over, but she turned out to just be a half-Korean girl dressed like a slutty Pocahontas. I suppose it worked out, because between Rachel's dark hair and perky breasts, I would have wanted to help her regardless. Make the best of any situation, right?" "Before too long, for instance, I had a lot of girls bringing me money. They even emptied out their life savings so they'd be motivated to make as much as possible. First world problem, I know. But they were lined up out the door of my admittedly not that nice studio apartment. That inconvenienced my neighbors. Well, except for Kelly who was spending most of her time over at my place by then. It was probably a fire hazard too. So as you see, I had no choice but to move. Using the girls' money as a down payment, I bought a... well, I guess you could call it a mansion. Giant house sitting on hundreds of secluded acres, the whole deal." "My new palace definitely solved a lot of problems, but I still felt like there was something missing. After inserting the command to have the girls show up with my money every Friday, it seemed so anti-climactic for them to just hand it over and then leave. It may seem silly, but even people devoting their lives to good works need a little pomp and circumstance. Not for myself, of course. I mean it wouldn't have felt right if I didn't make an effort to let the women working with me just how much I appreciated them." "That's why I developed a whole ceremony. I spent hours planning it. Trying to make sure every detail was perfect. When I got it right, it was like a weight lifted off my shoulders. I suppose it was just great to see my sacrifice pay off for all the women I was assisting. First, I make all the girls bring my money in cash. They aren't only strippers and whores after all. A lot kept their normal day job. Once they arrive at the house, however, advertising executives and prostitutes alike get the same treatment." "Hair goes into pigtails. You don't see grown women wearing that style much. Too bad in my opinion, because there's something pretty hot about knowing you can grab one tail in each hand and control a girl completely. Like she came naturally equipped with handlebars so a man can ride her better. It all worked out for the best, though, since I wanted the whole event to have a special occasion feel. If all these women usually wore their hair more fashionably, putting it in pigtails let them know this wouldn't be more of the usual. Same idea with the rest of the outfit." "Well, I suppose there really wasn't much to it. I had all the girls put on a skimpy thong and a strappy pair of high heels. It's all about simplicity. Class and elegance go a long way, I always say. That's the genius of having them down to panties and stilettos. All these women normally wear clothes, right? What kind of person would I be if the weekly celebration I planned for their benefit was more of the same?" "It's practical too. The girls line the band of their thong with my money. After that, they each have five minutes, just the two of us, while they give me a lap dance and I collect my cash. Excuse me, our cash. It's not like I have them gyrating on top of me just for my benefit, after all." "I can see you're skeptical, so let me alleviate your concerns right now. There's nothing sexually exploitative going on here. Sure, when it first started, having a parade of topless, pig-tailed women, each enthusiastically rubbing her bare ass against my crotch while paying me for the privilege was a big turn on. Actually the hottest part was probably the girls waiting for their turn. All those nearly naked women lined up, jiggling." "They'd look a little unsteady thanks to the stripper heels. But the expressions on their faces really made it. At first glance, you'd see boredom. The girls just stood uncomfortably, they rarely talked to each other. I guess being heavily made-up and dressed like a whore kills your urge to make small talk with strangers. Instead they stood in awkward silence, with nothing to think about except shaking their assets. It's not like there were any entertainment options to pass the time. They were the entertainment options." "When you looked deeper, though, the embarrassment came through. The lack of clothes was part of it. I mean, before the power I would have given my left hand just to see any of those women topless, but they still had insecurities about their body and being displayed. Man, the number society does on women's self-esteem. Do you realize that some of them actually felt objectified? Like they were nothing but a pair of tits, an ass and a wet pussy. Oh yes Professor, they were definitely aroused. Every single one of them. Of course, I may have had a little something to do with that. We'll get to that, though." "Anyway, as I was saying, here were these individual women, each with their own hopes, dreams and personality. But standing there tottering on high heels, tits hanging out, they worried that they lost that. That there was nothing unique about them being treated like a piece of meat. No, they stood nearly naked in a row, along with a bunch of other girls just like them, all waiting to perform for the man pimping them out." "So fine, it was a little sexually exploitative, especially considering that it's not like there were any rules against touching. No, I grabbed, pinched or squeezed anything I felt like. I assure you, however, that I had good, selfless reasons for everything I did. Why else would I continue holding the event week after week? Especially since, as exciting as it was initially for me, eventually it just turns into a routine. Seriously, even with a pretty girl humping my leg while I spanked her for encouragement, my thoughts would drift." "For example, during one session, I started thinking about my mansion. It was a lot to maintain on my own, so I had to get some help. Since I'd already assisted so many girls by that point, I figured some of them would be eager to contribute. And sure enough, every woman I asked accepted immediately. They all moved in with me, taking to their new jobs like fish to water. Cooks, chauffeurs, gardeners, every single one of them walked around dazed, like they couldn't even believe their good luck." "I made sure to let all my new serving girls know how important they were to my whole charity operation. Even though they were no longer bringing in money, house girls and working girls are equal partners in my book. I could sense, however, that all the women who moved in were feeling a little down. Luckily for them, I had another moment of inspiration. What builds team spirit and common purpose better than uniforms?" "I picked them out myself. I wanted something functional, but still stylish enough so the girls felt beautiful. Since many of the jobs required physical labor, I tried to avoid any excess fabric that would get in the way. Comfortable workers are happy workers, I always say. A tiny string bikini seemed to do the trick nicely. Plus I color-coded them so you could tell which job a girl was assigned to at a glance: black for the maids, green for the groundskeepers, etc." "It worked out just as well as I'd hoped. With nothing but a thong wedged up each girl's ass and barely supported boobs bouncing around, there was no danger of them overheating. Well not temperature wise at least. Once I just sat outside watching a pool girl in her electric blue bikini get on her knees to check the chemicals." "I think her name was Sandra, or maybe Sally, or was it... well, who the hell can remember? What I do recall is her tight little ass sticking up in the air and her perky little tits swaying beneath her. It definitely seemed like her skimpy uniform was leaving her with a great range of motion, but I needed to be absolutely sure. Just the way I am, I guess. So I walked over to her, and slapped that nearly bare ass as hard as I could. She let out a high-pitched little cry. More importantly, her sexy body jiggled all over. That's how I knew the bikini wouldn't get in the way of any job my girls needed to do." "But it wasn't all about utility of course. They say men are more visual creatures, but I think that's just sexist nonsense. Women care about appearance just as much. So I added high heels to the uniform. It definitely made all the girls look so much hotter since it forced their ass and their tits out on display. What can I say, I guess I just have a good eye for those kind of things. I encouraged my serving girls by tweaking all that exposed flesh when I saw them working. That always left me with a warm, satisfied feeling. It's true what they say Professor, the most gratifying part of life is using your talents to help others." "Even with all the pride I felt in using my power to promote a better world, however, I certainly wasn't blind to the ethical implications. No matter how pure your intentions, it would just be too easy to grow corrupt if you were constantly manipulating women's minds. Not to mention the invasion of privacy. That's why I just make a few small changes initially, then never use my power on the same woman again." "My first step involves their libido. Maybe you don't have this problem in Europe, but back in the States there's definitely an attitude that sexuality is sinful. Especially for women. Damn puritans. It's all so unfair when you think about it. No one should have to apologize for enjoying themselves. Luckily for my girls, I'm not some caveman. Sex makes them happy, and I don't have any hang-ups about that. Just the opposite, actually, which is why I make sure they're all nice and turned-on." "Then again, it's a fine line. A woman couldn't exactly function if she was constantly climaxing after all. That's why I set their minds to get them right to the brink of a mind-blowing orgasm, before holding them at the edge. Since women enjoy sex, it's only logical that they enjoy being hot, wet and ready to go. Now wait a second there, Professor. I resent the implication that keeping my girls needy is some form of punishment. While they're probably frustrated to have their sopping, little pussies worked up with no relief, it's not as if they're in that state all the time. I'm not some kind of monster, obviously." Humanitarian Carl had been really successful in business. Because of that his wife and family enjoyed the better things in life. Big vacations, fancy cars, and a lot of the right connections in life. Business and Mormon Church duties took up a lot of his time, but his personal life and love life seemed at the top of the heap. Two years into their marriage Carl was doing well for a service company when he realized he could make more money with his own company. After borrowing twenty-five hundred dollars from his father Carl had his own used service truck, some tools, and a small inventory of parts. Properly licensed Carl began advertising his services at discounted prices by putting flyers on homeowner's doors. Business started slowly. When Carl didn't have a job he would be putting out more flyers. Then his wife would go out evenings passing out flyers while her parents watched their two younger children after she had gotten off work from her day job. Her job covered the groceries and part of the rent. Carl needed to keep busy. His wife Anne would ring the door bells and was well received. She got Carl enough work to keep him busy. What Anne never revealed was that a couple of times per week she would encounter men at home alone and if cute enough she'd let him fuck her. Carl's hard work kept him tired most of the time and this was a nice fill in and the occasional large cock was always a nice surprise. Busy with family later and Carl's business growing Anne stopped passing out flyers and spent her time raising three children and keeping the books for Carl's business. As time passed Carl had several trucks on the road. He hired one of his men's wife to keep the office open and relieve Anne from her bookkeeping chores. He also removed his new hire's panties and gave her cunt a royal fucking on almost a daily basis. Their fucking undetected, Carl promoted the bookkeeper's husband to service manager. As the fleet grew Carl could guess which one of the new service crew member's young wives wouldn't mind some cock on the side. By the time he had thirty trucks in his fleet he had his cock in twenty of the workers' wives. It's funny how wives thought fucking the boss was good job insurance for their spouse. And, it was good job insurance. Also, Carl had a decent dick to pump into them and knew how to use it. Twenty years later the kids were gone. Anne gave up getting fucked by strange cock back in her flyer distribution days, remaining otherwise faithful. Carl had that incident at the cabin in the mountains with his daughter that was still going on after two years. Anne decided that with all they had to be thankful about she would do some volunteer work after seeing an advertisement online for help at a local charity. The main thing the charity was looking for was money. Anne could help with that, but wanted to be more involved. The charity was mostly providing a Counselor with paid staffers supplemented with volunteers. Most clients were newly released from jail and now on the streets or military with an aversion to the services offered by VA. In a volunteer position mostly considered to being the front desk receptionist Anne quickly learned two things. ONE: Ex-cons made her feel threatened, but also made her nipples hard and her pussy wet. TWO: Ex-Military in need of help made her grateful for their service. She wanted to help them the most. And, they made her nipples hard and her pussy wet. There weren't a lot of people coming in, but it gave Anne something to do. Her main job was to hand out a questionnaire that asked if the client had tried certain services, wanted to try certain services, or just wasn't interested in certain services. Staff would suggest things from the survey. Anne sat sat behind a high counter with a low desktop that went the width of her office space. There was a closed door to her office and the patient rooms were behind her back wall. One of her earliest interactions was with a white ex-con with prison tattoos and attitude. Ed was tall and thin, nice smile, haunting blue eyes. He showed an interest in Anne that made her squirm in her chair. Ed had taken consoling to mostly get some food vouchers and directions for a place to sleep. The job interviews that Anne set up for him didn't seem to be getting any results. Ed was just twenty three and had resorted to crime rather than work. The charity was running out of patience with Ed when Anne explained the situation to Carl. Carl couldn't send an ex-con into his clients' homes, but did arrange for him to work in his supplier's warehouse. To make that work he offered to let Ed stay in the pool house in exchange for taking care of the pool and cutting the grass. City bus service got him to work each day. Ed soon learned that he could climb on a lower roof and see across the bedroom into the bath to watch Anne undress each night. Ed got lots of pussy with his gangster attitude before getting sent up for three years on a robbery charge. The young Mormon girls loved his defiance of the rules and the law. Nothing makes a Mormon daddy cringe more than a hoodlum dating his daughter. Anne knew enough about Ed that he could get her juices flowing although she would die if anyone knew about her occasional stray fingers in her crotch. Occasionally they would invite Ed to dine with them. Carl wasn't happy with the way Ed would stare at his wife. Anne seemed to enjoy the attention and would get a little flirty making sure she would lightly rub against him and one evening revealed a massive tit shot down her blouse. Carl gave her an mean look which Anne returned with a look of defiance. A couple of nights later there was some food leftover. Not enough to make a second meal. Anne proposed to take it out to Ed in the pool house. A glance in the window as she moved along the sidewalk froze her in her tracks. Ed was on the couch watching some kind of porn on his computer and had his cock in his hand One hand was wrapped around his prick as he slowly pumped himself while watching the image on the screen. As he stroked himself several inches of his meat remained exposed above his fist. Finally he stood and shot his cum into a paper towel. It was Anne's first clear look at the size of it. Her mind went back to the days when she helped Carl start the business passing out those flyers and fucking some large cock when the opportunity arose. Now she had gotten the "early grandmother" look about her. Young guys didn't try to catch her eye, nor did they check out her body like early in her marriage. Anne hadn't put on more than ten pounds since her youth. Most of that was tit and ass. Her stomach was still flat and she looked damned good in a shirt and jeans. Young guys didn't notice her any more. Except for Ed. Ed noticed. Ed checked her out. Anne stayed at the window. His cock softened, but still stood out and held most of its length. Anne's pussy was flooding from watching this young ex-con. She started to retreat and throw the food in the garbage. Instead she stepped up to the door and knocked. Ed hurriedly grabbed a robe to try to hide his still erect cock. Glancing at the door he could see it was Anne that knocked. He tried to bend forward when he answered the door. Rather than hand him the food she pushed past him and carried the plate into the kitchen. As Ed followed her in she stepped back from the table. As Ed went by the robe caught the edge of the table exposing his cock. Anne stared. Ed began an apology. "Oh, God! Anne, I'm so sorry. I don't have a girlfriend yet and I was taking care of business when you knocked." Anne still stared. "Yes, I know. I saw you through the window as I walked up. Actually stood there several minutes." "Oh, shit. I'm going to get tossed out for being a perv." "No, you are not! It's what guy's do. Something I do myself some times." "You?? Why would you do that??" "Because I don't have one of those around." Claire pointed to his cock, that embarrassingly enough hadn't gotten softer, but was back at full hardness. "Would you have another load in that thing for me if I wanted it?" "Yes. I mean, no! I couldn't do that. You are so sweet and Carl has been so nice to me." "Nice means you are stupid. Nice gets your wife fucked by another man." "But, Miss Anne. That just isn't right." "I only have a few minutes. Are you fucking me or not?" Anne was already undressing in front of him. God, she could feel herself so wet. "But, we don't have any condoms!" "Did I say I wanted you to use a condom. Do you want to cum in me?" "Yes! But, no. I can't do this!" "You look like you can do this. Don't you want to fuck me?" Anne went to his bed and spread her legs for him. It had been over three years since he fucked a woman. She wasn't the kind you would crawl over to go jack off. He pointed the end of his cock at her pussy slit. Anne liked the feel of it as it went in. Strange cock was twenty years in her past right up until this moment. Compared to her husband this was stretching her out. Anne needed stretched out. The head was soon against her cervix, his balls tapping her ass as he slow-stroked her trying to last. Anne would have none of the waiting. Carl was in the house. As soon as Ed could cum in her she was ripe to cum right along with him. Ed held tight into her and grunted. Anne started to cum as soon as his seed started to flood into her. Anne moved him off her and started to dress. Feeling no guilt for what she had done she smiled at Ed. "I guess this will be our secret." Her voice sounded like honey. "Um ... yes. Sorry I didn't last long." "We were in a hurry. Remember?? The nice guy is in the house waiting for his wife to come back inside. We'll make it last longer next time." "Next time??" "Yes, how can a girl resist a nice cock like that. How big is that thing anyway?" "Nine ... just a little over nine." Anne wiped her married cunt with a paper towel. Ed watched. "Should I have condoms for next time?" "Do I look like the kind of woman that would want you to use a condom?" "No, Miss Anne." Ed wondered when he could fuck her again. The next night about 10:30 Ed felt Anne slip into bed with him naked. "Husband's asleep. Cum in me a couple of times and I'll let you get some rest so you can work tomorrow." The next day Anne liked the idea that she had left most of Ed's cum in her. The wetness made her horny. Right after lunch a black guy showed up at her window. Raphael looked like a bouncer. Acted like one, too. Anne wondered how it would feel bouncing up and down on him. He took the clipboard, had a seat, and started filling out the forms. The countertop between the two let Raphael see just Anne's face. From her side she was watching him. Her workspace was a 30" deep countertop about a foot and a half below that. It stretched the length of the front wall. Things were quiet. "Why am I thinking black? That's not me. I can fuck Ed's big cock when I get home. Who knows if the rumors are even true." It would be several minutes before Raphael could finish the forms. One client was in back with a counselor. That meeting would not end until ten minutes before the hour. Anne had some time and an urge. She liked wearing a dress to work. Getting her underwear off and into her purse wasn't a problem. Neither was getting a finger onto her clit and into her wet cunt. That felt pretty good. It wasn't going to take very long. Boom! Orgasm! Oh, my! Anne still had her hand under her skirt when the black man came to the counter. She blushed a little and took the forms he had filled out and placed them in a folder. She printed his name on a label and affixed it to the folder. She smiled at him and told him a counselor would meet with him soon. Anne went over his paperwork. Army Vet with minor war wound and trauma. That explained his nervousness and reserved demeanor. That made Anne think about fucking him. Her fingers went back to her exposed pussy as she read through his file. He had been homeless a lot and ended up in Utah. "Hey, I picked up an extra taco for lunch and couldn't eat it. It's yours if you want it." "Really? Are you sure?" "I'm sure." Anne put the bag on the counter. "Thanks. I haven't eaten since breakfast yesterday." "Not feeling well?" "No. No money. I hate to beg like some of those bastard's that really don't need it." "Well, you need to eat." Anne reached beside her chair for her purse. She pulled out a twenty to hand to him. "Here, some people come in and leave cash to help people out. This will feed you a couple of days if you spend it right," "For real? You aren't afraid I'll spend it on beer or drugs?" "Are you going to spend it on beer or drugs?" "No way. If someone is nice enough to give it I'm going to spend it right." Raphael leaned on the counter as he visited with Anne. The conversation lasted more than twenty minutes as they discussed families. Raphael told her he had been married. His wife had cheated a lot while he was overseas. When he came home wounded to Baltimore she was soon gone with no word of where she was going. Without her salary he couldn't keep their apartment. It was full of too many ghosts of her past sexual experiences anyway. "You know. I like you. You remind me of my Mama." "Thanks ... I guess." Anne wasn't feeling like his Mama. Anne was feeling wet between the legs. "I don't mean like an old Mama ... more like a hot Mama." Luckily for Raphael the phone buzzed to send him back to the counselor. Although there was a side exit for clients Raphael came back in through to get his duffle back of clothing and stuff. They talked a little while, Raphael telling her he would be back in a couple of days. Anne had to slip out to enjoy Ed's big cock in the pool house again that night. As much as she enjoyed it she found herself cumming while thinking it was Raphael's black cock shooting seed deep into her cheating cunt. It was a wipeout orgasm for Anne. She cleaned herself a little and sneaked back into her own bed with her husband none the wiser. She told Carl about Raphael the next morning as they shared breakfast. "What do you want to do?" "I don't know. Maybe the next time he comes in I can bring him home. Maybe get his clothes washed, him cleaned up so he can look for a job." "That might help. We've got two guest bedrooms in the basement. Maybe let him sleep in a real bed a couple of nights. Get him pointed in the right direction." Anne had a slightly different scenario. Maybe let him point his black cock in the right direction at her constantly wet pussy and push hard. The idea sent her to the pool house with Ed and his young and eager cock right after dinner when Carl needed to go back to the office a little while. Of course, Carl was letting a new hire's wife show him a little gratitude for her husband's job. The next morning Carl left early for a meeting before work with the crews. Kind of a pep talk he liked to do from time to time. Anne had Ed over in their bed pep talking her horny married cunt before he had to catch the bus. This was the first morning Anne had gone in with such a cunt full of cum. She liked being at her desk with seed oozing from her slit. She fucked Ed again that night and quietly slipped back into bed with Carl. Right after lunch the next day Raphael came in again to see the counselor, his real reason being to see Anne. The fortyish little Mormon wife had caused him to jack off several times since he had seen her last. She greeted him cheerfully with him having no idea of the offer she was about to make. "Hey, Miss Anne. I made the twenty last. Bought a sausage muffin for breakfast with the last two dollars this morning. How ya been?" "I've been fine Raphael. Been thinking of you." "Thinking of me? Why would you be thinking of me?" "Just hoping you were okay and safe." "That's mighty nice of you Miss Anne." "Well, just call me Anne when no one else is near." "Okay, Miss Anne." "Raphael ... no one is around." "Oh ... oh! Okay ... Anne." "Listen, Raphael, my husband said I should bring you home tonight, let you get a shower, and spend a couple of nights in our basement guest room." "You folks would do that for me?" "Sure. Don't worry, I'll take good care of you. I don't volunteer on Fridays. I can take you by Goodwill for some better clothes, maybe a haircut, see a movie ... or something." "Ha, Ha! Me and you see a movie. That's rich." "You wouldn't go to a movie with me, Raphael?" "Yeah, I'd go. You mean like a chick flick or something?" Anne laughed. She told him to kill time until she got off work at five. He was waiting in the parking lot. Anne strode across the pavement making her heels click on the hard surface, shaking her ass a little to make it bounce under her skirt, letting the skirt ride up her legs a little as she drove. Her underwear was in her purse. Her bare pussy naked as she drove. Nipples hard against her bra cups. God! He was filthy dirty, but she wanted to have him fuck her hard and deep. That would have to wait for after some soap and water. They pulled into the garage and let the door down behind them. They had a pleasant if not slightly flirty conversation on the drive home. "So, this is where we live." Anne waved her arms in the air. It looked like a mansion to Raphael. Well, it was a mansion, actually. She showed him around the lower level, but not upstairs where the main bedrooms were located. "Come on downstairs. I'll show you the guest bedrooms." Anne directed him to the one in the corner. There was laundry room next to one side and a common bath was between the two bedrooms. "Let's sort out your clothes and get them to washing. We'll do light colors first. Let me have you underwear." "I don't have underwear. Wouldn't like to wear them if I did." Anne started a load of his dark clothes. Anne got him a snack and something to drink in the large stainless steel kitchen with the restaurant grade appliances. They talked until the washer beeped letting her know to put the clothes in the dryer. In the laundry Anne had him take the colored clothes from his duffle to go in the washer. "Might as well toss in the ones you are wearing, too." "I told you I don't have on underwear." "Are you telling me I'd be the first to see you naked? Surely your mother and your ex-wife at the least I am sure. Who knows how many more?" She seemed to be scolding him to get naked. He unbuttoned his shirt first and tossed it into the washer. Then took the belt from his pants and dropped them to the floor. He kept his back to her as they went into the machine. "You might as well shower while your clothes wash." She stood away from the laundry. Raphael had to turn to go the the shower or feel like a fool walking backwards to the bath. Anne tried to act like it was no special deal as his cock slapped against his naked thigh. There was a lot of cock for it not being hard. She showed him the towels and soap and shampoo, then turned on the water for him. All the time his cock flopped around until the experience made it too hard to flop any more. Anne was trying to be casual as she ushered him into the hot spray of the shower. Damn! That thing had to be almost a foot long. "I'm not going to run upstairs just to pee. I'll use the toilet right here." Raphael could see her raise her skirt, but not pull down panties. He couldn't hear her piss, but saw her get up and reach behind herself to wipe her crotch. He thought she wanted him to fuck her. Better safe than sorry. She might just be a tease. Let her make the first move. He saw her move away from the toilet. Not knowing she stood in the doorway to watch him through the glass stall he started jacking himself off. Anne had to put her fingers into herself and although he didn't know it she was cumming right along with him when he shot his load against the tile on the wall. Humanitarian Carl would be home soon. Not enough time for anything but a quickie. When she got ready to fuck Raphael he'd beg her to let him fuck her. She had checked his blood test at work. No drugs, no STD's. When she got ready to fuck him it would be worth her while. Now she would cool him off by ordering pizza. Carl arrived at the same time as the pizza driver. "How did you know I wanted pizza for dinner?" Carl teased Anne, then extended his hand to introduce himself to Raphael. They chatted like old friends while they ate. All three watched TV together before bedtime. Carl would glance at Raphael. Raphael stared at Anne at every chance. He couldn't figure out her signals, but was pretty sure she wanted him to fuck her. Anne was pretty sure of it, too. Rather than risk sex with the black stranger Anne slipped out to fuck Ed at the pool house. She stayed and fucked him twice before returning her own bed and her husband. "What are you two doing today?" Carl asked at breakfast. Carl never even assumed they'd stay home and fuck. Carl didn't think of his wife as that kind of woman. "I thought I'd take Raphael to Goodwill to get some better clothes, some lunch, then maybe show him around town a bit. Maybe see if there are any jobs available." "Well, if you don't go overboard get him something new to wear. A couple of changes of clothes, some new shoes, and maybe a hat if he wants one. Carl chuckled. Anne gave him an odd look. Anne kissed Carl goodbye as he left for work. "I guess it's just us." Anne smiled and winked at Raphael. Was she going to fuck him now? "Looks like we are going to Target or Walmart. Do you have a preference?" "What ever suits you. I'm just here being grateful. You are taking me to look for a job on a Friday, are you? That's bad luck." "No, I couldn't very well tell him we were going to a movie." They bought clothes and shoes. Raphael didn't wear hats. He said he probably wouldn't wear underwear if she bought it. "Like to let it swing free?" Anne teased. "Something like that." Raphael laughed. She let him choose seafood for lunch. She wondered if Raphael noticed she had driven him all the way across town so she wouldn't run into friends. Anne picked a movie that wasn't really a chick flick. Of course, the leading man was handsome and there was enough of a nude sex scene to make it interesting. They took their seats early near the back row. Anne took his hand and leaned in to speak him. "Do you notice everyone looks at us like they think you are probably fucking me?" Anne raised the arm rest to go hip to hip with her black friend. She could not keep her mind off seeing his cock and watching him jackoff in the shower. She needed to allow enough time to fuck him before Carl got home. Raphael decided to see if he could get his arm around the pretty forty-something. The theater had darkened and images filled the screen. There wasn't any resistance as when he put his arm around her she snuggled against him. The next move was to wait a few minutes and work a hand to a tit. He found a protruding nipple and no bra to slow his progress. She leaned a little tighter. Raphael lowered his head to sniff her hair. She pushed her hair over her ear allowing herself to feel his soft breath. He nibbled her ear lobe as her played with her hard nipple. He kissed her neck. She raised her chin for her lips to meet his. Their first kiss went French within seconds as her tongue traced his in his mouth. The movie was forgotten. There were in the back row. The afternoon crowd meant no one was within a half dozen rows of them. Raphael's hand went to Anne's bare thigh. A few more moments Raphael learned she had spent the day with him not wearing underwear. His finger traced along her slit. Anne moved her thighs open for his finger to get access to her womanhood. Two fingers were soon plunging in and out of her white married cunt while images flickered on the theater screen. While others were watching opening scenes to the chick flick Anne was getting finger fucked by the dark man she had brought on this "date". "Oh, God ... you are making me cum." "Do it! Cum on my fingers!" Anne kissed him to muffle the sounds of her pleasure. She relaxed with his fingers still inside as she came down from an orgasm like she had seldom before experienced. As the little shudders subsided and she caught her breath Anne reached out for the lump that was his cock in his pants. She freed it and it leaped to full length. It looked obscenely large in the dark theater and even more so when a lighted scene appeared in the movie. "We need to go home now!" "And miss your chick flick?" "Yes, miss my chick flick." Anne had both hands on his prick, slowly working it up and down. "Put it in me before we go. I have to know how it feels inside me." This crazy white wife was taking Raphael on a wild and twisted ride. First he wondered if he could fuck her. Now he didn't know how to stop her. "You're going to fuck me in a theater?" "Just enough to feel it, then we will go home so you can properly fuck me." Anne was quietly panting. Raphael moved down in the seat. Anne swung a leg over him and settled down on his black cock. After the recent fucking of Ed's nine inches Anne soon had Raphael all in. Even his ex-wife hadn't taken him that easily. Raphael filled her womb with spurt after spurt of his seed after she wiggled a couple of times with him buried deep inside her. Anne felt it and smiled back at him. "My God! You've made a mess." "I know. Felt good!" Anne got off him and back in her seat. She had her naked ass on the seat and her pussy over the edge so when the creampie she knew would come out did come out it wouldn't be all over her. "Go to the restroom and get something to clean me up. You really flooded me." Anne felt sperm gurgled towards her outer lips. The first surge splattered onto the concrete floor below the seat. The little dribbles afterward made a dripping sound into the puddle as she waited for Raphael to return. Several paper towels later Anne felt it was safe to try to stand to leave. The light in the lobby was bright on their eyes, but nothing like the afternoon sun in the parking lot. Anne took Raphael's arm. "Now let the bastards look at us like I'm letting you fuck me." "Do you think three strokes counts as fucking?" "You'll do better at home unless I stop the car on the way to fuck you in the back seat." "Sorry I went off so fast. You were so tight and hot. I hadn't fucked a woman since I did my wife before I left on deployment." "Oh, wow! Maybe we should celebrate somehow." "My wife and I were high school sweethearts at Dundalk High in Baltimore. I never imagined she could turn into such a whore in such a short time and still video chat with me while I was laid up with my wounds waiting to come home." "You can fuck me with that thing whenever you want based on how it felt when you had it in me." Anne parked in the garage. The pair raced each other to the door into the house. They arrived at the same time, then laughed at each other's eagerness. Then they kissed and kind of made out until both were undressed. Anne dropped to her knees in the kitchen and starting sucking his cock. Sucking as much as she could for something so large. "Don't tell me you'd rather suck me dry than fuck me." "No! You are right. I need you to fuck me." Anne grabbed his hand to lead him to her bedroom. "Shouldn't we go downstairs to the guest room?" "I want you to fuck me in my bed so when my husband sleeps next to me tonight I can think about you being there with your cock in me." Raphael loved the feel of her pussy sliding down over his cock at the theater, but he really didn't get a look at it. Now she lay on her bed splayed wide open wanting him to black breed her. Anne was staring at his cock waiting for it to enter her wetness. "God Damn, that thing's a foot long, isn't it?" "You didn't seem to have any trouble taking it at the movies. You have a snug cunt. It's hard to believe you have room for me with your round little ass." The head was splitting her outer lips. A thrust us from Anne put the head through her inner lips. The long, fat cock followed into her passage. Hard pushing from Raphael and some squirming from Anne soon had the full length inside her. "Holy fuck woman. You're all cunt in there. Old Carl must have a hell of a cock on him." Anne smiled down at where his black skinned penis penetrated her through her reddish-brown cunt hair. She reached down to rub her clit as Raphael fucked his cock into her. "My husband is just average. I've been blessed lately with a couple of new friends that are more like what I need." Raphael started fucking her really hard. He got his hands under her ass so he could fuck deeper into her. Anne began to cum hard. Raphael's seed boiled into her spasming cunt. He kept pounding in to her until his hardon started to bend in the middle on the in stroke. Finally he collapsed onto her and leaned off to the side while his cum leaked onto her sheets. Anne got a towel and wiped between her legs and tried to keep the cum from soaking into the sheets. Satisfied that she could hold the rest of his sperm inside her she began cleaning and sucking his cock. "You said you were blessed with a couple of new friends. I guess the other friend is the white guy I saw down around the pool house." Anne took his cock from her throat and held it. "Don't say anything to him. I'll be the one to break the news. Anne let the head of his cock into her throat again. "What if one of us is the jealous type?" Anne quit sucking him again. "What's to be jealous of?. Especially you. You stretched me out more and went in three inches deeper than any one I've ever had. Neither one of you is married to me. I'm not going to turn either one of you down." "I don't know. I never thought my second and best fuck would be a white Mormon chick married to a white guy." "Well, thanks for the compliment. I never thought I'd be fucking a black stranger in my marriage bed and then sucking his cock in an effort to get him to fuck me again." "So, just to be clear ... my dick is bigger than his, right??" "Jesus! Men are so weird! Yes, your dick is quite a bit bigger than his." Anne swallowed his cock into her throat. When he was almost hard again she laid back and let him ease it into her. The fucking was a a slower pace this time. Anne was enjoying the massive invasion. Raphael was loving white pussy. He came in her twice. Anne had no idea how many times she had cum from his huge rod thrusting into her. Anne showered, changed clothes, put clean sheets on her bed and waited for Carl to get home. The three of them watched TV and talked until Raphael decided to get ready to get some rest in the basement. Carl got up to use the toilet. Anne kissed Raphael and ran her hand over his half hard shaft. "If I can get away I'll come down and fuck you later." "What about pool house dude?" "You mean Ed. I'll have to go down there and fuck him and explain the situation." "Okay, but you're sure I have the biggest cock?" "Yes, Raphael. You have the biggest cock and you are the best at using it. You make me cum a lot." She kissed him again. The bathroom door opened. Raphael scooted down the stairs. "The guy doesn't seem too bad. It's a shame his wife would leave a wounded soldier. Did he get to put his name in for any jobs?" "He put it in several times today." Anne smiled. If only he knew what she really meant or what had been put in a few times and where. She made sure to show Carl disinterest about sex. From what she had gotten from Raphael and Ed, Carl wasn't going to do her any good. And, as soon as Carl was asleep she would be sneaking down to the basement and Raphael's huge cock. Raphael awoke to a blow job. As the fog in his head cleared he realized Anne had found him asleep on his back with his dick hard and sticking straight up from his groin. She had worked it in and out to get it wet and was running her tongue in his piss slit. With him now awake Anne moved over the black shaft and settled her open cunt down over it. They began fucking slowly. The second time he made Anne cum he followed right along with her. The rush of hot black seed into her womb almost made Anne scream from the intense orgasm. She cuddled with Raphael, his dick still in her. Then as she decided she needed to return to her husband before he missed her in their bed. She let Raphael fuck her again instead. Anne let Carl leave the bedroom in the morning before she got out of bed so he wouldn't see the huge cum stain left by the of loads from her new fuck buddy. She started to put new sheets on the bed as saw the still wet cum on the mattress. In all her years of marriage there had never been a cum stain on the mattress. With one hand tickling her clit she thought about how evil she had become. Had it not been Saturday Anne would have flopped on the bed and had a go at herself. She could hear Raphael and Carl talking downstairs over breakfast. Carl liked cooking Saturday breakfast. Usually followed by ATV rides with his buddies up in the mountains where a lot of beer got shared. Anne had been part of the group until she felt the other guys in the group wanted to fuck her in front of her husband. Carl didn't seem to mind the flirting. Anne had dropped out, yet his office manager and her husband didn't seem to mind the sometimes coarse comments and "accidental" touching. Tanya almost seemed to encourage it and her husband as service manager didn't mind if his workers copped an occasional feel. Some how Carl got Raphael pulled into the mix in spite of Anne thinking they could hang at home with Carl gone and attempt to fuck their brains out. Raphael was excited about hitting the trails on an ATV. A journey that usually ended up at their cabin in the mountains. They bounced up the rough trail. Anne behind Carl on his ATV and Raphael learning how to operate the second one behind them. In the past it had been the couple rode separate machines. Shortly after starting up the mountain paths Tanya had been bantering with the three other employees on their own ATV's when all suddenly stopped. Tanya got off from behind her husband after arguing that she wanted to drive. After some of her peevish attitude one of the others offered to let her drive his machine while he rode in the seat close behind her. To Anne's occasional glimpse around Carl it looked like "Mr. Drive my ATV" might have his hands under Tanya's shirt and maybe in direct contact with her tits. Tanya and four guys? Would she be the kind to fuck all four of them? She knew that one of the other wives tagged along from time to time. Were they just along for a gang bang at the cabin? Anne thought back to her last few trips. Tanya did go lay down with a headache a few times and the group of guys did have one missing either off for a "walk in the woods" or to go "down to the lake". The little cunt was fucking them!! And, Carl was there. He wouldn't be blind. He'd be fucking her, too. "Damn, I should have been hunting big cock earlier." Anne thought to herself. "Not that all the white dick wouldn't have been as good as one session had been with Raphael's twelve inches rammed in her." Anne needed to plot a way to get Raphael off to herself for their own little fucking in the woods. The little caravan snaked up the trail. The trail forked to the left to go to their cabin. The right fork went up the mountain to nice scenery and long vistas. When the leaders went left Anne complained to Carl. "Hey, are we going straight to the cabin so you guys can drink beer and flirt with Tanya? I wanted to take the upper trail to show Raphael how pretty it is up here." Carl thought about his pretty office manager he'd been fucking for years and how she let all the guys fuck her while her husband looked on. He had just fucked Tanya before leaving work yesterday afternoon. Carl was wanting another shot at her hot cunt. His own wife was a better fuck, yet nothing beats fucking another guy's wife when you get the chance and as boss Carl called first dibs on her cute little snatch. Carl's cock was looking for an excuse. "Why don't you and Raphael take the right fork and work back down to the cabin later?" Carl might as well taken his hand and guided Raphael's black cock into his wife's willing cunt. "Okay, but I'm driving." Anne smiled at her husband and then Raphael. She slid towards the handle bars and motioned Raphael to get on behind her. Carl bounced his ATV up the trail trying to catch up to the others. "God, but my husband is a stupid fuck." Anne unbuttoned her jeans and slid down the zipper, then pulled out her shirt tail and unsnapped her bra. Then before accelerating up the right trail she leaned backwards to tell Raphael. "Grab yourself something to hang on to so you don't fall off." Raphael's black hands cupped her boobs and pinched her nipples. One hand soon moved down into her pants and two fingers nudged into her slit. Anne needed to cum and the vibration from the trail, the attention her breasts and pussy were getting, and Raphael kissing her ear and neck almost sent them off the trail. Anne parked the ATV and cut the engine. Carl's ATV could still be heard working through the trees down below almost to the cabin. "Oh, God! You need to fuck me now!" Raphael's black cock was quickly buried into her to the hilt. Her excitement drove him into a similar frenzy. Soon a load of his black seed flooded her grateful cunt. Anne felt his sperm still pumping spurts into her as the ATV silenced down below. Carl walked over to the others. Tanya was already naked from the waist up and was unfastening her pants for her husband to pull them down over her feet. "Where's your wife and your black friend?" Tanya was unfastening Carl's jeans to get at his cock. She was needing someone to fuck her. "Oh, they wanted to ride up the other trail to look at the view and work back around the other side. We should have plenty of time to all take a turn with you." "I'm looking forward to that, but aren't you afraid he will try to fuck your wife when he gets her alone?" "He's half her age and Anne isn't the type to cheat on me ... or fuck a black guy." "I'd let him fuck me if I was her." "Jesus, Tanya. You'd let a black guy fuck you?" Her husband was shocked at her statement. "Hell, why not? I let five of you guys fuck me. What would be the difference if he is black? I might like it. Maybe like it too much." Tanya laughed at the look of fear in her husband's eyes as she dropped to her knees to take Carl's cock down her throat. She quickly moved up with her back on the picnic table and her legs spread wide. Carl started fucking her. One of the other guys placed his cock in her mouth. Tanya's husband watched with a look of admiration at his wife taking on his boss and one of his crew. Anne took binoculars from the gear bag and handed them to Raphael. "Move around through the trees to see if you can get an angle to look down on the cabin." Anne and Raphael were both scurrying around naked through the pines, his dick flopping against his thighs and cum seeping from her cunt. A few minutes later Raphael called out to Anne. "Found them. I'm not sure you are going to like it." Anne rushed up to where he was standing. Raphael handed her the glasses. "Son of a bitch!" Carl had just pulled his cock from Tanya leaving a trail of sperm and cum running from her pussy. They were close enough and the binoculars strong enough to reveal a lot of detail. Tanya had cum on her chin from the cock she was sucking. Another took Carl's place and another cock went into Tanya's mouth. Carl walked past Tanya's husband and patted him on the shoulder. He proudly watched his wife like a pleased parent watching his little girl perform the lead in a school play. Humanitarian "Don't I get to look?" Anne had almost forgotten Raphael was there as she admired Tanya getting all that cock. "Sure, here. She's had two in her mouth and two in her cunt. The only one not to fuck her has been her husband. Let's wait to if there is going to be another round." Tanya had a pretty good stream leaking from her slit and the second guy had just cum in her mouth. The four of them had soon fucked her with hubby still watching. Carl lined up for a second, plunging himself in the sloppy mess. He turned her over to fuck her from behind gripping her ass tightly and fucking her hard. "Oh, God. You are going to have to fuck me again." It had gotten to Anne. Anne presented her trickling slit to Raphael for an assault from behind. Raphael fucked through her cervix and into her womb. Tanya would have no idea that Anne had more cock in her now than the four fucking her had given her combined. Anne quickly began to cum as Raphael gave her a sturdy fucking. Soon another big load of Raphael's seed filled Anne's uterus. Down below at the cabin the party seemed to move inside. It gave Anne a chance to slip away although she wondered how long Tanya would continue with only the four guys or if Tanya's husband would take a turn. Anne had a good view of loads of cum from four guys draining from Tanya's nasty cunt as she followed the men into the cabin. Carl stood by the door and gave a good look around before going inside. Anne sucked Raphael's cock when they reached the higher elevations with the view of the valley below. She thought the previous two fuckings would carry her through as she wasn't that excited about fucking in the weeds on a blanket along the trail. Very near the cabin and the sex orgy she expected to go on until they heard her ATV approach that want of Raphael's black cock pulsing inside her got to the married little wife. They parked in a flat spot. Anne went to her knees on the blanket to let her black lover fuck her from behind. Another good orgasm came along with another good load of cum from Raphael. Enough to let Anne feel she would be okay until they got home. At the cabin everyone tried to look not guilty. Tanya had a look that only fucking several guys and taking several loads of cum could provide. In a moment when Carl and Tanya were far enough away they didn't think she could hear, her husband made a comment: "I wouldn't mind seeing you fuck Raphael. I hear those people have large cocks." "Well, I'm interested. Maybe I can get him alone." Tanya had shown some interest in talking to Raphael and was soon doing that woman flirt thing of touching him and moving her hand along his arm. A few minutes later Tanya announced she had a headache as was going to lie down. Anne recognized the look on Raphael's face. She got him aside. "Do you really think you want to fuck that little slut?" "Looks like she's offering." "Maybe it would serve her right. The next time this bunch of white-dicked clowns fuck her she will be really disappointed." "Then it's okay with you." "If I get pissed at you I still have Ed at home. I'm not married to you, you know." That sounded like yes to Raphael. He hung around a few minutes before Anne realized he wasn't any where to be seen. She remembered a similar scenario the last time she had been to the cabin when she and Tanya were the only women there. "Shit! He had to shove his cock in her." Anne muttered to herself. Others were noticing and the shared looks confirmed that Tanya was probably getting some black cock. About a half hour later she walked gingerly into the room with the others. She was all giggly and bubbly. Everyone knew she had gotten black fucked. There was no doubt she knew everyone knew she fucked him. Her eyes kept darting from Carl to Anne. Finally Anne had enough. "For God's sake Tanya, everyone knows you fucked him. Why don't you fuck him again so we can all watch?" There wasn't a look on anyone's face to indicate they didn't want to see that, including her husband's. Tanya took off her blouse and bra. Then stripped off her shorts and underwear ... very soggy underwear. Raphael unfastened his pants and pushed them to the floor. All the men cringed when his cock popped into view. Tanya lifted a leg over his legs and settled down on the black pole projecting from his groin. She took nine inches and began working up and down on it. Everyone watched as Raphael continued to fuck her open slit. He flipped her around and started fucking her missionary style on the couch. Time went quickly and by the hour mark Tanya had all of him inside of her. Everyone paid close attention as Tanya would cum again and again and again. Finally Tanya had become almost mindless from the intense fucking and stretching. It was getting late and past the time that they should be headed down the mountain. Carl looked at his wife and suggest that she should try Raphael's big cock. "I already have, Dear. I already have. And, I've been fucking Ed out in the pool house, too." The room hushed. All chatter subsided. Eyes went to see Carl's reaction and back to look stunned at Anne's and her statement. Anne rode down with Raphael behind her, his hands all over her, hoping that fucking Tanya would be forgiven. They loaded the ATV's without much comment. Mostly all being stunned to learn Anne was fucking around on Carl, the boss to the men and lover to many of their wives. The three guys along were wondering about their own wives now that secrets had been revealed. Without their knowledge Carl had left their wives filled with his seed. Once in the truck not much was said. Anne sat in the rear seat close to Raphael. They stopped for a burger. Anne sat on the side of the table where Raphael ate, leaning into him. Her stealing French fries from Raphael and making the way she ate them look obscene to all that were watching. Back in the truck Carl looked into the rearview mirror at Anne, becoming first to speak. "You know ... it's okay that you did, but I wouldn't mind seeing you fuck him." "I don't think you have an okay in this, but sure, you can watch me fuck him any time you want. How about in about ten minutes when we get home?" Carl swallowed hard. There was no doubt she'd have Raphael's black shaft in her soon after he parked the truck. Anne and Raphael went into the house. Carl backed the ATV trailer into the shed and parked the truck in the garage. When he rushed into the house moments later they weren't in the kitchen or family room. They weren't downstairs in a guest room. From the stairway Carl cried out for Anne. "Anne?? Anne?? Where the hell are you??" "We're in our bedroom. We decided we couldn't wait." Carl rushed up the stairs and to the master bedroom. He froze at the door. They were fucking naked in his bed. Their bed. Their marriage bed. Raphael's black ass was rising and falling between Anne's legs fucking his cock into her at a steady pace. They would kiss and then stare into each other's eyes. The tempo would change and Anne would cum while begging for more. "Oh, Baby, Carl's watching. Show him how you fuck me." Raphael started longer strokes, pounding harder into Anne's reamed out cunt. "That's it, Baby. Fuck me like that. A little harder, a little faster. Fuck me. Fuck me with your big black cock." The rest got hard to understand. Lot's of "Fuck mes", "Oh, God, right theres" and finally "you are making me cum". Somehow Raphael held back. He had learned that he liked fucking for a crowd. He learned that fucking Tanya and now fucking Anne in front of her husband had his cum boiling wanting to fill Anne's womb with his seed. The steady pace remained, now with slower, shorter strokes. Anne had her hands on his ass. Her wedding rings sparkled in the light as she ran her hands lovingly over his black skin. "Push up from me so Carl can see your cock buried in me. Let him watch us fuck." With their bodies apart Carl looked at the huge black penis wiggling into his wife. Raphael pulled out until the tip was right at Anne's outer lips the pushed back in inch by relentless inch until it was all buried again. Watching it come out was ever more erotic than watching it go in to Carl, knowing the length had all been in her. "I love the feel of my cock in your gorgeous married cunt. Who's cunt is it now Anne?" "I love your cock in me and when you fill me with your sperm. It's your cunt whenever you want it Raphael. At sometime Carl had taken his own cock from his pants and had been jacking off while watching them. A small spurt of cum came out the end and made a wet spot on the sheet beside the two lovers. Anne laughed at her husband. Raphael added: "Jesus Christ, man. You're jacking off to me fucking your wife?" Then they both laughed. Raphael fucked her hard, making them both cum. Anne stood with cum streaming from her. She pinched her pussy lips together as best she could and stumbled into the bathroom to let the rest splatter into the toilet. Raphael never left the bed. His softening was cock quite visible to Carl. Anne came back in the room and starting sucking Raphael clean. When she finished her clean up she had her cunt facing directly at Carl. Some remnants of Raphael's seed trailed along her thigh. Anne sat up to speak to Carl. "Well, you got to see your wife fucked black. Happy now?" "Happy to get to see it. Not so happy that he actually fucked you." "You can't have it both ways. Get used to it. If you don't mind Raphael and I would like to be alone to take a shower. Maybe fuck again. You can sleep in a guest room. I have one made up for Raphael. He will be sleeping in here with me. There's no reason for me to slip downstairs any more when I want properly fucked. I hope you like your little whores at work. That's the pussy you'll be getting from now on, not from me." Anne took Raphael's hand to lead him to the shower. At the bathroom door she looked back to see her husband still watching. "Why are you still here?" "Uh, all my bathroom stuff is in there. My clothes are in the closet." "You can come up in the morning to get ready for work." Carl was sitting in the kitchen drinking a beer while thinking about what his wife and the black man must be doing in the master bedroom. The other women he had manipulated at work didn't mean as much if he couldn't give his own wife an occasional roll in the sheets. And, that black bastard had completely taken advantage of his good nature to fuck his wife. Carl could hear their voices as they came from the bedroom. They entered the kitchen complete naked. Anne brushed by him, giving him kiss on the cheek and rubbing her nipples across his arm. She bent over to get two beers from low shelf in the refrigerator totally exposing her recently black fucked pussy. God Damn it. He had totally wrecked Anne's cunt. It reminded him of his teenage years helping his uncle on his ranch. Herding from behind the cows looked almost like his wife's fuck hole. When he would look at her in the future he would visualize her with a cow cunt where the once normal girl slit had been when he married her. Raphael stood across the counter from Carl with his now limp but still huge black cock hanging down the front of him. Anne handed him a beer and stared across at her husband. Carl ran his eyes down her body noting the softness of her neck where he would kiss her in foreplay. Her tits were well formed and nice sized, but seeming a little larger than he remembered. The hickies were new. Her nipples looked a little chewed. Her stomach had a little bulge almost like a baby bump. That probably from making room for Raphael's huge cock in her. Anne moved to the end of the counter, her face just inches from Carl. She kissed him and stuck her tongue in his mouth. Carl wondered if she had sucked Raphael's cock back in the bedroom. She tasted like toothpaste. She probably sucked him but brushed afterwards. Anne was persistent with her tongue. Carl found himself kissing kissing back at her, their tongues intertwined until Anne broke the kiss. "Raphael, fuck me, Baby while I kiss my husband. Put that big cock in me." Anne locked lips with Carl again. He watched Raphael out of the corner of his eye as the black man pumped his cock into hardness, then guided the head into Anne's gaping slit. Anne moaned into the kiss. In at full depth Raphael lifted Anne onto her toes when the end was buried into her. When Carl went for her tits Raphael already had them cupped in his hands. Anne broke the kiss again. "You are the best husband ever. Getting fucked with his black cock is so good." The kiss resumed and then stopped again. "It feels so good when his cum shoots in me." They kissed through several orgasms for Anne. She grabbed Carl's hands and put her head down when she was starting to cum. Raphael blasted his load into her. Once filled with black seed she kissed her husband goodnight. "See you in the morning." She led Raphael to the master bedroom, leaving the door open. Carl noted a trail of cum across the kitchen tile, grabbed a couple of paper towels so he could clean it up. He looked at the cum that had just been in his wife and tossed the towels into the trash. Once in the downstairs bathroom he jacked off a load of cum into the sink. It was oddly quiet in the basement. Being alone in the bed was strange. No Anne to reach over to and touch. He wondered if she was fucking Raphael again. Carl quietly went up the stairs. A dim light in the master bedroom was enough for him to see Raphael pumping into her. Her legs were spread wide. She waved them around in the air as her black lover fucked her. The sounds of her enjoyment floated out into the hallway. Soon Raphael's grunts were enough to tell him the black man was cumming deep inside Anne's womb again. The thoughts of the reality of what was going in his own bedroom kept Carl restless and unable to sleep. Several times he would sneak up the stairs. Several times he could hear Raphael snore. Twice there were sounds of Raphael fucking her in their marriage bed. In the morning Carl went upstairs to get ready for work. Anne said it was okay. Both were asleep. It was easy to tell they were both naked under a single layer of sheet. Carl showered, shaved, and brushed his teeth. It was his bathroom, by God. When he came out to go into the closet for his clothes they were fucking again. This time his naked wife was on top rising up the full length of the black rod and ramming down again. Carl heard her cum twice while he was getting dressed. Downstairs Carl fixed breakfast for himself. Anne brought Raphael downstairs as Carl sat at the counter to eat. She took a piece of bacon from his plate and put it in her mouth. He wondered how she could chew bacon and make it look like she was sucking cock. Anyway it would be good to get to work and get out to see one of his worker's wives from some normal pussy and a chance to shoot his load into a woman's cunt instead of the bathroom sink. When all trucks were dispatched Tanya was the last person Carl wanted to have a conversation with. "I suppose your wife has been well fucked on a regular basis. She was always such a cunt anyway." "You should talk. You screwed the same black guy she did." "It's going to be tough going back, like they say, after going black. But, my husband fucked me Sunday afternoon and got off. Of course, if Anne doesn't quit fucking Raphael she won't be able to do you any good. My husband didn't really do me that much good ... but, wifely duties, you know. How are you going to fuck Anne knowing she won't enjoy anything but black cock filling her with cum?" "I'm fine. I need to get out in the field to check on the crews." "No you are not. I know about you fucking the workers' little wives for job security. I can tell by the looks on their faces. Why don't you fuck me instead, Carl? Wasn't I the first time you cheated? Didn't we do it a couple of times last week here in the office? Hell, we just did it Friday and then you fucked me with everybody else at the cabin. What don't you try fucking a woman after a black man has fucked her? You probably won't be able to tell much difference, but I will. Come on, Carl. Fuck me." The words hurt and really pissed Carl off. Hell yes! He'd fuck Tanya. He dragged her to the couch in his office where they always fucked. Tanya laughed and pulled off her clothes along the way. Carl stood naked and erect above her. "Come on, Carl. Show me what you can do with that white dick of yours shoved between my legs." Carl's cock hit home, split her outer lips and plunged right in. First thing he thought about was Raphael fucking her and how she looked fucking him back. He thought about how hard she had made Raphael cum and how frantic she got herself as she got off right along with him. But, she was someone else's wife not his. She was fun to watch. Nothing humiliating about some other guy's wife getting black cock. He did notice with Tanya's legs wide open to take him inside her pussy that it didn't look ripped apart like Anne's from Raphael fucking her. It felt pretty good. He could understand how her husband got off fucking her. It had been two days since she fucked Raphael and he had only fucked her twice. She didn't seem to be ruined. Except for the remark about her being able to tell the difference. Carl had probably fucked Tanya more times than his own wife over the last twenty years of so. They had a rhythm and knew what the other was feeling. He knew when she was about to cum. Tanya was about to cum. He stroked hard into her and took her over the top. His own cum washed inside her. The mood was a whole lot different. "So, do you think I am damaged?" Tanya sucked their juices off the end of his cock and then took him down her throat to finish the cleanup. "Oh, God, no. I think you are perfect." "After all these years have you ever thought of us?" "I see you everyday." "No, I mean us. Like a couple. Have you ever wished we were the married couple? Sharing a home? Sleeping together at night?" "I thought we had our own thing going. You and your husband both work for me. Your husband likes to watch. You've been crowd fucked a lot. Karen and Lisa are along lots of times when we party up in the woods, but you've been the only one there sometimes letting fifteen guys fuck you." "Still, I like it best when it's just you and me, the two of us knowing what the other likes and how we always make each other cum." "How about you and Raphael? He fucked you out of your mind." "That was just twice Carl. I'm not going to continue fucking some black guy. I don't want my pussy wrecked for you or any one else, apparently unlike your own wife. Did she fuck him after you took her home?" "Oh, shit! Over and over. She's probably fucking him now. I got moved downstairs so she can fuck him without leaving the master bedroom. I watched her fuck him several times. It's hot, but her cunt looks like the joke about "you could drive a truck through it"." "Yeah, she not going to stop. That cunt's too far into it. What are you going to do?" "Well, I've got you and the others." "Do you? You've always had me from the first moment I realized I wanted you to fuck me. Any idea how many times we've done it? Three times a week is one hundred and fifty times per year. I don't fuck my husband that often. And, twenty-some years, Carl. That's over three thousand times and I've wanted to tell you that I love you every time we did it." "You love me??" "Yes, how could I not love you?" "I don't know. We get together. You fuck a lot of guys from work." "Yes, and there's been others. It's not just guys from work. I fucked a guy I had a crush on from high school at a class reunion. I've fucked salesmen that come in the office when you are out in the field. I've fucked truck drivers delivering materials. Last month I fucked a guy I met at the grocery store. Hell, I even fucked a soccer Dad several times in my minivan when our kids were playing soccer." Humanitarian Effort I was driving us home after a get together with all of our friends at one of their places. We enjoyed ourselves as usual, catching up on the gossip within our friend's lives, sharing in their new successes, and of course our own rendezvous where we would find a room of the house that wasn't being used at the time for a little make out session. Sometimes more... but not tonight. You're bent over in the passenger seat, your skirt hiked up showing off your lush thighs and wet panties, your head in my lap bobbing up and down as you take my hard shaft into your mouth. "You're sure? Because I don't want you thinking I want you to let me do this. I'm perfectly happy with how things are now. You know I wouldn't let you if we switched positions right?" I ask flustered at what you've just proposed to me a few minutes before. You slip me from your sucking, wet maw to answer. "Of course I'm sure. Jessica hasn't had a man in almost six months. She's deprived, starving, needing. It's the least I can do to offer to share you, make her feel like a woman again to get her out of her funk." You go back to sucking my member, I don't have the resolve in my current state to continue arguing. Instead I continue to drive home, enjoying your talents the whole way, my focus on the road prevents me from my release. It's not until I pull into our driveway that I flood your mouth with my warm cream and you eagerly swallow it all. We get out of the car with my pants still open and my cum trailing from your mouth and down your chin. You laugh your wicked erotic laugh and meet my eyes with your sapphire blue ones. The message I see in them is undeniable and I'm all too willing to oblige. Your lips meet mine at the door as I fumble with the keys to unlock it, finally it opens and we make our way inside, I close the door with my foot and lift you easily into my arms. Our clothes leave a trail leading to our bedroom, our need for each other being to great for us to wait any longer than needed and we make love well into the night. "You're sure?" I ask again after releasing another load of my potent seed into your grasping cunt. More blood now available to my brain now that it wasn't being diverted to my softening penis. "Yes... positive." You softly kiss my cheek. "Like I said, she's been without a man for a while now. And talking to all of the girls, out of all our husbands and boyfriends, you're the best of them all." "What do you mean? They're all nice guys. Sometimes the guys Amanda dates are jerks, but Ron and them are nice guys." "That's not what I mean hon. I'm talking about your penis. Compared to the others you're the best of them. Some of them are longer, but you're thicker than any of them. In total size you're bigger. Better. In that sense I'm the wealthiest of all my friends. I just thought I'd share some of that wealth to help a friend. It's a humanitarian effort." You reach a hand down and begin stroking my meat back to life, sending shivers through my body with your gentle touch. "I'm bigger?" "Uh huh." You begin to move your head lower, leaving a trail of kisses down my body. "Better?" "Mmmhmm." You moan affirmatively around my thick shaft now being stuffed into your mouth. "Well... Ok. If it's to help a friend." I agree no longer thinking with my brain. Enjoying your oral skills that you've perfected over the years on me it's not long before I'm shooting my third load of the night down your hungry throat. It was several weeks before we could schedule anything with Jessica. I was to take her to dinner, maybe a walk along the river. You understood my methods, I wasn't the kind of man that just fucked a woman for sport; I had to romance her first. That's why you offered me this task; I wasn't going to treat Jessica like some poor girl that needed a casual fling from a guy that would be more involved with getting his own pleasure from this evening and be out the door before the night was through. She needed to be appreciated, to be reminded that she was a beautiful woman, to be fucked like the sensual creature that she was. You didn't expect me to be home that night, or early by the next morning. I was still apprehensive about this whole thing, about you willing to share me, something we both know I could never do if our roles were reversed. But I knew how much you loved me, and you knew how much I loved you. You wanted to see your friend happy again; I was doing this as much for you as I was for Jessica. I arrived at her house just before eight, dressed in a form fitting black shirt and nice pants. Nothing fancy but I certainly didn't look like some slouch. In my hand was a single rose, simple enough to compliment the beauty of a woman instead of distract from it as a full bouquet of them would. Though you would be correct in accusing me of being unwanting to pay for more than the one rose, you always liked my explanation better. It fit my persona better, simplistic and unneeding of extravagance. She opened the door to greet me in a sexy, curve hugging, blue top that accentuated her firm C-cup breasts that capped a slim body nicely, and low cut jeans giving me just a hint of her bare tummy. "Hey Jess." I smile and reach out to place the rose behind her ear, the petals just reaching out beyond her long main of red hair. Her brown eyes sparkled in delight at the gesture. "Ready for our date?" "What woman wouldn't be ready for a night on the town with you stud?" She smiled back and took my outstretched arm in hers as I escorted her to my car. Being a man of chivalry, though sometimes forgetful of it, I opened every door there was to open and pulled out any chair she was to sit. We had a wonderful evening of chatting and dining, a little more than friendly flirting mixed in reminding us both that for tonight; we were more than just friends. We stumbled through her front door, our lips locked together as our tongues dueled for possession of one another. Our conversation during our riverside walk had turned rather heated and we made a quick return to her house. We began shedding each other's clothes leaving a trail to the bedroom. Her blue top revealed a matching color lace bra underneath, hard red nipples showing beneath the see through material, it wasn't long before her bra too was on the floor leaving her breasts free to be fondled by my hands, mouth and tongue; her jeans dropped to reveal lace thong underwear matching that of her bra, her juices leaving the front of them quite wet and clinging to her body, outlining the succulent lips of her cunt. When we reached the bed we were both in only our underwear, mine being black boxer shorts, our lips once again embracing each other as I pushed her back onto the mattress, my right hand fondling her panty covered slit. I break the kiss and have my lips travel across her jaw to her neck, down her chest and heaving breasts, where I detour to lick and suck her erect nipples. After tending to them I continue my decent down Jessica's body, kissing and licking over and across her firm flat belly, dipping my tongue into her naval. Finally I found myself at her soaking cloth clad mound, her lips so puffy and engorged that they were beginning to engulf the material that hid them. I hooked my fingers into the waistband at her hips and slid them down her silky legs, leaving her now completely naked and exposed to my advances; a neatly trimmed red landing strip was now shown to adorn her pussy. I kissed my way up her right leg and thigh until it led me back to her glistening sex. I lingered there breathing on her moist lips to let her know just how close I was to where she wanted, needed, me to be. I leaned in even closer placing a kiss just above her clit, then moved my head down her left thigh just above her knee. Jessica moaned in sweet agony, her body trembled with lust and need; I wasn't through teasing just quite yet. You often say I tease too much but you never complain about the results when we're done. You told me Jess had gone months without a man to slake her sexual thirsts and I was going to ensure I did a proper job of it. I would do no less for you. My mouth traveled up her left thigh and found me back at her yearning snatch. I looked up to see Jess leaning back on her elbows looking down at me, her eyes pleading with me. The time for teasing was over, I leaned in and took her juicy pussy into my mouth, answering her pleas with every lick, kiss, suck and nibble of her sex. With my first touch to her sensitive flesh her eyes rolled back into her head and with an animalistic, rasping moan fell flat to the bed; her entire body shook and thrashed uncontrollably in orgasm as my teasing had left her at the very edge. Even as my face was now being bathed in warm cunt juice I continued my oral assault on Jess's delicious snatch, me being rarely satisfied with just one drink of womanly nectar. I held her firm butt cheeks in my hands to prevent her wildly hunching hips from bucking my face off of her and it wasn't long before I had her screaming from another tongue induced climax. I dropped her rear end back onto the bed and pulled off my underwear, my erection slapped against my stomach and dripping with precum, feeling much better now that he was free of his cloth confines. Jessica was still panting and recovering from her orgasm. I knelt on the bed and placed myself between her legs, lining up my thick shaft to enter her hot love tunnel. "Oooooh, Eric. Kahlin said you were good but, oh my god, that was amazing. What's that? What are you doing? Oh my god! Is that your cock? OOOHH! GOD! YES! Oh my goodness your big. Ungh! God you're so deep. Ungh! Fuck you're stretching me so good. OH FUCK! OH PLEASE YEEEEESSSSS! UNGH! MORE! Oh yes thankyouthankyouthankyou... AAAAAARRRRRGGGGHHH!!" Like you, Jessica is a screamer. We had a long night. I came in her three times, twice in her pussy and once down her throat. I lost count how many she had. I awoke the next morning with her on top of me, impaling herself on my pylon to another two orgasms before my next one came. It was several days later before Jessica gave you her debriefing of the evening and you were relaying it to me as we lay together naked in bed and showering me with kisses. Telling me how much happier she seemed, how she even already had a date lined up for this weekend. "You're just what she needed. I knew it." You added with another kiss, your hand straying to my cock. "Well I'm glad I could help." "Raina needs you to put a baby in her." "What!?" "Her and Joe have been trying for over a year. He has a low sperm count. It's unlikely he'll ever give her one. If you put one in her he'll think it's his. Besides, he has a small penis. If he ever did make a child, a boy, he'd be small too. It just wouldn't be fair to the baby. That's why you need to do it. If you give her a boy he'll be as big as you. And she really wants a baby. It's a humanitarian effort." You spit out rapid fire, almost unintelligibly. I stare at you like you're insane while your head makes it's way down to feast on the slab of meat between my legs. You want me to fuck another one of your friends? One that's married? What the heck are you thin... It hits me. "You're enjoying this aren't you? You'll have me fuck all of them, all your friends." "I don't know what you're talking about." The last half of your sentence becomes muffled as you stuff your mouth full with cock. "You want them to know that you have the Alpha male of our group. To know just how good you have it in bed. You want them to know that you're better than them because you're the only one good enough to keep me. That you're the Alpha female." You simply looked up at me with a mischievous glint in your eye and my cock in your mouth. I wanted to be disappointed in your behavior, but to be honest I was more aroused than ever. And so are you, I can see it in your eyes as you bob your head up and down my engorged shaft. You're happy I figured your little game out too; now you won't have to come up with excuses for me to fuck all your girlfriends. I grab a handful of your hair and pull you off my cock, placing you face down on the bed your pert little ass in the air as you offer yourself to me. You laugh that wicked erotic laugh you have when you know you're about to get fucked good. I position myself behind you and slam my meat into your wanton cunt. You moan your pleasure. As I'm thrusting into your tight pussy and listen to your screams I think about your insane, disgusting, somehow erotic plan. About why I should fuck a baby into Raina. If Joe did somehow get her pregnant with his low sperm count and it was a boy, he would also likely have a low sperm count and a small penis. It wouldn't be fair to the child or any of the women he would one day have sex with. If I gave her the baby instead he would be bigger, like me. Better able to have a baby. Better able to satisfy a woman in bed. And then there was a very real possibility that Joe would never give her the baby she wanted. It really would be in the best interest of everyone if I gave Raina a child, to avoid all the possible negative outcomes. If you thought about it, my wife was right, it really is a humanitarian effort. The End. Humanitarian "Furthest thing from it, really. People are adaptable. I'm sure that if a girl stayed at the edge of orgasm constantly, eventually she would get used to it and the enjoyment would dim. Well that, or she would go completely crazy. Either way, no dice. My solution? Randomize it. Sometimes the woman's brain will keep her horny for hour after agonizing hour. Other times, she'll go a day with no abnormal stimulation at all." "It worked just as well as I hoped. My girls are always either dripping or thinking about it now. And how unhappy could they really be if their pussy is soaking? Since they never know when it's coming, though, they can't prepare themselves and it hits them hard every time. A great solution for everyone. Well, except the laundry girls who spend most of their time cleaning tiny thongs that stink of sex. When you think about it, however, I suppose that's just one more advantage to the uniform. Not too much surface area to clean. Still, it's not an absolutely perfect system. Sometimes a girl stays charged up for too long, causing... slight issues." "The current record holder was one of the maids. Her mind randomly kept her on the brink of orgasm for five straight days. By the end, I found her rolling around on my lawn, naked, pinching her own nipples while she screamed: 'Too much,' over and over again as if she was in a trance. It was a little scary actually. Still, it wasn't all bad. She looked pretty hot like that, even though she was dirty from writhing on the grass. Something about her sweaty body and the desperation in her voice. I fucked her like she wanted, but I guess she was too far gone by then. Even after multiple orgasms, she just kept pleading for more." "I couldn't help but feel somewhat responsible for her condition. Sure, there was nothing I could have done to prevent her going sex crazy. But I'd still committed myself to assisting any woman I could. Even the horny little nymphos that can't control themselves. Judgment free zone, you know? After I'd fixed the damage, she was able to get back to a normal lifestyle. Vacuuming the living room while she begs me to take her doggystyle." "Excuse me Professor, but I'm a little offended. To even suggest that I would so much as consider sexual relations with a woman without her enthusiastic consent... I can honestly say I've never used my power to force a girl to sleep with me. Before I'd even consider taking them, as a matter of fact, I make them tell me why they want it in explicit, creative detail. And my results speak for themselves." "You should see how happy they are now. No more depression. No more anxiety. No more mental health issues of any kind. Just women single-mindedly focused on getting fucked. Almost obsessed with it, actually. I'm just glad I could play a small part in helping them find their true passion in life. I couldn't kid myself, though, Professor. As much as I'd helped them, the changes were still fragile. It seemed like they could fall back into their old, self-destructive behaviors in no time at all. And we couldn't have that, could we?" "I gave it a lot of thought, and I finally realized the problem. Not to get on my soapbox, but it really all comes down to society as a whole. We're so focused on instant gratification. Fast food. Same day package delivery by drone. What happened to appreciating the little things? I mean, when was the last time you put your phone down long enough to truly notice the beauty of a, I don't know, pinecone or something? Or really took the time to get to know that weird aunt who will not the shut the hell up? Does getting what we want immediately actually make us any happier?" "I think the answer is obvious. So the question was, how could I help my girls delay gratification? Easy. Don't allow them to pleasure themselves. Playing with yourself is a disgusting habit when you really stop and think about it. I should know, I used to jerk off all the time. That is until I got my power and started using it to help women. Now I can't even remember the last time I thought about masturbating. And know what? I'm so much more sexually satisfied these days." "At first, the girls whined about the change. As if they really needed to use their naughty fingers or some ridiculous toy. I swear, from the way they carried on, you'd have thought I was torturing them. Pretty soon, however, they got into the spirit of things. Sure, I'll admit one girl or another would often shoot me a bitter look, or even complain that I couldn't understand what being kept so horny without relief was doing to her mentally." "Whenever it happened, though, I'd just patiently explain how it was really for her own good. Sometimes things which seem uncomfortable at the time, like when she woke up to find herself humping her tiny cot in the servant quarters, turn out to be for the best. That's the human experience really, embracing it all, the good with the bad. Maybe technology has made some forget that. Not me." "By that point, I knew how much good I'd done for my girls' quality of life. Only one more thing needed my attention. I'd dealt with their personal issues, but not with their environment. You know what they say, environment is one of the most important aspects of mental health. At least I assume they do. Probably. But there was something I was sure about." "I hope this doesn't come across as misogynistic, but I swear to God women have the worst fucking taste in men. They just always seem to pick guys who cause them pain. That's why I used my power to make sure they only end up with men that appreciate them. A lot of boyfriends and husbands had to be dumped of course. You know, that just goes to prove my point. Women don't know how to pick the right kind of man. It was obvious to me that the girls were nearly all in unhealthy relationships. I've developed more sympathy for the problem, though, since I took over the decision making process. There just aren't many good men out there, period." "I actually haven't found a single one I'd allow any of my girls to be with in all this time. It's not as if I'm jealous by nature or anything. After all, I still let the girls working for me as whores fuck all the customers they can. It's more accurate to say I relieve women from the stress of having to decide who they'll be allowed to sleep with by taking on the burden myself. You don't think I actually enjoy having a whole harem of sex starved women who are only allowed to fulfill their desires with me, do you? I have decent stamina, but it's not like I could come even close to satisfying all of them. Instead, they have to compete against each other to prove they can please me enough to make it worth my time." "Fine, I suppose I'd be lying if I told you there's not a part of me that gets some selfish enjoyment from barring the girls from spending time with other men without permission. How can I help it, though, if protecting them from making any terrible mistakes also benefits me? Frankly Professor, I feel like I deserve it, and think it's a little ungenerous of you to disagree. After all, who else would show this much restraint if they were given powers like mine? I never even make any other changes." "Well, never except for Kelly. Once I got started with her, I just couldn't help myself. First came the physical transformation. Since I'd always felt Kelly was little bit special, I figured her outfit should be also. It just wouldn't have been right to put her in one of those bright colored serving girl bikinis. I also wanted to make sure I always got a little variety. Part of me thought I should rotate her through a tiny schoolgirl outfit, a naughty nurse thing and a French maid's uniform. Eventually I thought better of it. This was Kelly Thomas, the girl I'd spent a few years secretly drooling over. I had to come up with something more subtle." "In the end, it was really easy. For example, I loved her in blue jeans and a t-shirt. They had to be tight, of course, but it wasn't indecent. I bet if you walked out on the street right now, you'd see a girl dressed the exact same way. You know the type, jeans accentuating a girl's curves, begging you to stare at her ass. It was pretty much the hottest thing in the world to watch Kelly, wearing only her little lace underwear, wiggle into them. She always briefly struggled before the jeans pulled snugly over her hips." "I had her wear her own t-shirts too. It's that standard girl look which is so sexy it's unfair. Taut over the breasts, revealing a tiny sliver of midriff, but nothing that would raise any eyebrows. Other than that, Kelly just wore her normal glasses and some ratty, old tennis shoes. I can't say it's hotter than the serving girls in their bikinis. Then again, I can't say it's less hot either. Just knowing that she could walk out on the street without causing any comments, but underneath she's boiling with desire drove me crazy." "I didn't give Kelly the same random horniness the other girls got. I just worked her up myself whenever the mood struck. Which was pretty much anytime I saw her. Those deep, brown eyes of hers would go wide every time I went into her head to press her buttons. She'd give me her needy look, but I'd just pretend not to notice. Kelly would begin fidgeting, breathing heavily, even letting out the occasional moan. Her only desire in the world at that point would be losing her clothes so I would play with her. Those jeans and t-shirt might as well have been a chastity belt. And she'd have to wait for me to snap my fingers until I let her worm out of them." "Still, it's not like Kelly was the only one who had to do without in the name of progress. No one sacrificed more than me. For example, I designed an hour and a half long workout program for her everyday. And planning was just the start. Once implemented, I monitored every tiny detail. Stretching, yoga, aerobics. More stretching. I got a strap so I could give Kelly a little slap on the behind anytime she showed less than perfect form. You could see her perky little boobs bouncing through the thin workout costume. And it was cut high enough to reveal all of her thighs. As she moved, it wedged further and further into her. If she tried to re-adjust, though, I'd give her the strap. She was supposed to be focusing on healthy living, not her appearance, after all." "Besides, I was happy to watch that aspect of her workout myself. She looked so amazing in those little leotards I bought her. A different neon color for each day of the week. She even had matching socks. Knee high, of course. Damndest thing, since I never would have imagined I cared about, or even noticed a women's socks. But for Kelly, bathed in sweat, standing on one leg, raising the other as high as she could manage, while the leotard rode impossibly far into her ass, those knee high socks really added something to it." "All that working out really did her body good too. Except for her ass, maybe, which sometimes needed a break when I got a little too enthusiastic about ensuring perfect form. Still, you should have seen Kelly in her June Cleaver housewife outfit. Dress stopping just above the knees. Pearls around her throat. High heels and her hair done up elaborately completing the look. Unless she was wearing the matching apron. It didn't make much sense now that I think about it, since Kelly can't cook, and even thinking about ordering her to clean something looking like that got me so hard I always ended up jumping her before she even started." "The dress buttoned down the front, which definitely provided some practical benefits. I mean, what's the point of having the girl of your dreams at your beck and call if you don't tease her a little bit? I'd heat Kelly up until she was practically drowning, before starting to unbutton. Slow and steady wins the race, though, so I'd undo the very top button, and then stop. She'd let out a little gasp, thinking she was about to get what she needed before realizing she'd have to earn that particular privilege." "If I was in a cruel mood, I'd make her read a book or something. Kelly would have to sit there, trying unsuccessfully to concentrate on the words in front of her instead of her aching sex. After a while, I'd walk by and pop another button, as Kelly gasped again. It was hard to decide which I loved more: her gasps, or her dress for having so many buttons. When I finally unhooked the last one, the dress would hang open like a coat, revealing her flimsy lingerie." "Those big brown eyes would look up at me, silently begging, and I'd wait a beat before nodding, giving her permission to strip. Except for the heels and the pearls, though, I liked her to keep wearing those. I don't know why since she would have immediately bent herself into a pretzel if I wanted, but I always took her missionary on housewife days. Something just felt right about getting on top of her, grabbing her wrists and holding them above her head, while I lay into her." "The funny thing was, I didn't even have to go into her mind to give her an insane climax. After keeping her at a slow burn all day, she was so wound up sexually that if I so much as breathed on her she'd nearly pass out from the pleasure. When I spread her thighs and actually started fucking her, Kelly would explode. It was so intense for her you could almost see her eyes roll back in her head. It's hard to explain, but I got off as much from her squealing as anything physical." "Some of her other clothes did show a little more skin. Ok, a lot more skin. I was especially partial to these little cut off shorts that didn't even cover her ass all the way. The tank top I matched it with might have exposed even more. Then I'd send her out to wash my limo. Kelly would deliberately get herself soapy and wet, rubbing herself against the car in an attempt to entice me to fuck her. Sometimes it would work. Other times I'd tell her she missed a spot before heading back inside to get a blowjob from the nearest serving girl." "Unsurprisingly, though, before too long, just dressing her how I wanted wasn't enough. I made her get a boob job. Even now, I really can't explain why. As a man I can definitely appreciate a woman with big breasts, but it's never been mandatory for me. After all, I was crazy over Kelly, and hers were pretty small. Once I had the power to make her do anything I wanted, though, I just started obsessing over the idea of forcing her to carry around huge tits for my amusement." "After the surgery, though, I was a little disappointed. Don't get me wrong, her new breasts were definitely large. I also did a little work in her mind to make sure her nipples were even more sensitive than before. Knowing that even though they were Kelly's tits, only I decided what they looked like, felt like and how big they'd go was also satisfying. And I had a great time slapping them around or squeezing them while I rode her from behind. I actually started calling them her funbags." "Kelly hated the nickname and the new breasts which inspired it. I tried to see it from her perspective. How demeaning it must be to have some guy use her pussy to control her. The humiliation from having her outfits picked out for her. And the final degradation of being forced to take sexual pleasure from insults of her despicable and oh so sensitive fake tits. All from the man who forced her to get them in the first place." "But I couldn't manage any sympathy when Kelly dropped to her knees, offering me anything I wanted if I'd only consider fucking her. I'd stare at her heaving breasts and consider my options. It was just... they looked so fake. Like two plastic melons unnaturally shoved under her skin. The thing was, Kelly really didn't have the frame to pull off her new chest. I tried talking to her about it." "Just letting her know that she really didn't have the bookish, girl next door quality that had first attracted me anymore. I suggested she work on her posture or something to maybe reignite the spark. She tried, but every time I saw her, all I noticed were those big, fake tits hanging. Like a giant sign reading: My name is Kelly the bimbo, please stick it up my ass. I mean, even her workout sessions looked x-rated since her breasts kept popping out of her leotard. That's when I realized I couldn't convince her to try for a classier look with logic. Instead I decided to attempt positive and negative re-enforcement. The same way you'd teach a pet to behave." "When she was good, I'd reward her with a nice, hard fucking. Sadly, she mostly seemed incapable of acting properly. It was pretty surprising after all the time I'd spent pining for her to realize how dirty she actually was. Even though I told her she'd be allowed to orgasm if she stopped acting like an oversexed whore, Kelly could barely ever manage it. Every time she'd get worked up, the begging and moaning would start. She'd even begin rubbing the big tits she supposedly hated so much. I mean, you can't exactly take a girl to a fancy restaurant if you're worried everyone, even the waitress, will look down on you for bringing a date with too large breasts who can't even order appetizers without a throaty, horny whisper." "It broke my heart, but mostly I had to use negative re-enforcement. I went with spankings. She'd lay over my knees while I pulled down her pants or flipped up her skirt. As I brought my palm down over her ass, I'd start to feel a nice heat as it reddened. Maybe I should have picked something else for negative re-enforcement, because it definitely seemed like Kelly enjoyed being spanked. Her spanking grunts sounded a lot like her sex grunts, that's for sure. It became increasingly clear I had to find another method." "I figured maybe if she changed her appearance a little more, she'd turn back into the girl I grew infatuated with originally. After she returned from the salon, though, I realized my mistake. Kelly's new blonde hair color made her look even more empty-headed than before. If it had been hard to respect her once she started begging for sex while wiggling those dumb, fake tits, it became impossible when she added platinum blonde pigtails. The new piercings in her belly button, tongue and nipples didn't help either." "God she looked stupid. Exactly like one of those ridiculous porn stars who you can vaguely tell might have used to be normal looking girl you'd want to take to a movie, but gave that up in an attempt to be a real life Barbie doll. I mean talk about self-esteem issues. Transforming every aspect of her appearance to the point that no one who looked at her could see anything but sex. All for no reason besides fulfilling some perverse male fantasy." "Even Kelly's eyes looked blank. Like all the brains behind them had somehow been fucked out of her. Interestingly enough, I didn't have anything to do with that. I didn't use my power to change her intellect at all. She was still just as bright as ever. What I've learned, however, is that when a woman gets desperately horny, that's pretty much all she can think about. And the needier Kelly got, the more docile she became. Her normal resentment for being ordered around like a slavegirl would turn into obedience and then outright eagerness. It was hot, if a little horrifying, to see how enthusiastic she got about licking her own breasts or something." "It's a good thing she had me. Who knows what troubles a woman basically in heat could get herself into? As easy as it is to look down on a girl like that, it's just how certain females work. Even the smart ones. Hell, especially the smart ones. I figure they're better able to focus on whatever it is they're experiencing. Increasingly for Kelly, all she could focus on was her dripping pussy." "By then, my feelings for Kelly had really changed. Instead of the vibrant woman I fell for, she'd turned into a sex crazed party girl. I didn't let her wear the jeans or housewife outfit anymore. Why bother? Those clothes only work when there's just something about the way a woman carries herself that makes you want to see what's underneath. Even in a nun's habit, you couldn't have mistaken Kelly for anything but a brainless slut. The kind of girl with no mystery to her, who would gladly give it up to any man who so much as looked her direction." Humanitarian "I started keeping her dressed only in her new leash and collar, resting at my feet, instead. Anytime I felt like some rough sex, I'd tug on it to pull her close. She'd briefly squeak once she felt the collar tighten around her neck, before giving me her big, bimbo smile. You know the kind. The kind of look a person gives when they need something desperately, and you're the only one who can give it to them. So they plaster on the fakest, most cloying expression you'll ever see." "Something in me hated that smile, just like something in me started to hate Kelly's enthusiastic screaming while I rode her. You wouldn't think it would bother me as much since we never used the missionary position anymore. I only wanted Kelly on her hands and knees by that point. Big tits flopping underneath her. It's where she belonged. Even with her ass up in the air and face pressed to the ground, though, her bimbo moans were all I could think about." "Having her wear a gag mostly solved that problem. I tried out a couple of varieties just to see which suited her best. The first time I saw the eventual winner, however, I knew the search was over. With the red ball strapped in her mouth, Kelly would often drool, especially when we fucked. Along with the collar, it made her look like a dog playing fetch. Yet you could still hear her whimpering, alive with pleasure, begging for more through the gag." "Still, I guess there was some small, residual part of me that remembered how it used to be. Before she threw it all away for who knows what reason. Whenever I got the urge to sell her to an Arab Sheik or something, I'd make a conscious effort to think about the old Kelly. If there was a tiny chance any of that was still inside her, it was worth the time to try and bring it out. So I'd call Kelly over and have her sit on my lap." "I knew slapping her around would just bring out the submissive plaything, so instead I was gentle. She used to like me nibbling on her ears, so I'd try that. I'd massage all over her body while I kissed her. Whispering softly, I'd tell her how beautiful she was and that I'd loved her from the first moment I saw her. I promised her that if she could just control her body with her mind, I'd give up all the other women for her. That I only wanted to spend all day pleasuring her, to see how many times I could make her cum. You know how she reacted? By soaking my pants where she'd been sitting." "That was the moment I realized there was only one option left for Kelly. I calmly told her that giving her special treatment seemed to be enabling bad behavior. She listened dully as I told her to find the head serving girl so she could be assigned a bikini and a job. As I replaced my personal control over her libido with the standard randomized horniness, I watched her sex fog temporarily clear. Staring into her brown eyes, I thought about entering her mind, but resisted. She was just another girl now." "I was still curious though. When Kelly looked down at her big, fake breasts with shiny bars through the nipples, what was she thinking? Was she even capable of thinking anymore? Maybe she just contented herself with doing whatever she was told in the hopes her obedience would be rewarded. It's really not the worst life for a girl when you think about it. No stress, no worries. Just a wet pussy and a man to make all the decisions that used to consume her time. How to dress, what to say, when to fuck." "As I considered what went on in that pretty, empty head of hers, Kelly's eyes briefly went wide. It didn't take a mind reader to realize her brain had started working her up. She looked at me, pleading silently for some relief, but I had no intention of indulging her. After all Kelly put me through, it was only fair that she learned to deal with not always getting what she wanted. I motioned for her to leave the room, giving her a hard slap on the butt to send her on her way after she turned around." "Kelly walked away from me, towards her new life as a scantily clad serving girl. Her ass, I reflected, still had an appealing wiggle to it. Even with the ridiculous platinum blonde pigtails bouncing on her head. I decided that it all probably worked out for the best for Kelly. She'd make an excellent maid. And as long as she made a good show of it, maybe I'd even give her the fucking she was so eager for every once in a while." "Hypocritical? I'm not sure I follow, Professor. Oh, you mean the fact that I get as much pleasure as I want, whenever I feel like it, while keeping her constantly needy? I'm disappointed to hear that, I would have thought someone of your education could see the obvious problems with that argument. It's like the President playing golf. Easy to criticize, but just consider all the responsibilities he has. The entire world's e-mails aren't just going to read themselves. If he didn't take time off now and again, he'd go crazy." "Same thing with me. Girls with menial jobs can deal with a little sexual deprivation. It's for their own good after all. I, however, need to stay in top mental condition all the time. If I'm thinking about what woman to fuck and what position to put her in, I'd lose focus. Who knows what could go wrong then? As long as a desperately horny girl wants nothing more in the world than for me to use her body like a toy, it's basically a win-win for all of us." "Besides, it's not like Kelly, or any of the other girls, never get a chance to orgasm. And I'm not just referring to when one catches my eye enough to bend her over. I hold a weekly tournament so any woman who really needs some relief can get it. I know enough about women to understand, however, that even though constant teasing may make an orgasm feel good, the pleasure is only physical, and thus, temporary. For the climax to be truly fulfilling on all levels, the girl needs to know she earned it. And what better way to achieve that than to have them fight one another for the right to cum?" "It's the humane thing to do when you really think about it. Gives them a shot at some sexual release and mental stimulation all at once. Rolling around with each other, desperately trying to make the other girl submit is even good exercise. Still, I had to be careful. What kind of benefactor would I be if I allowed any of my girls to actually hurt themselves? That's why I set up strict rules. No biting, punching or kicking. No drawing blood. No contact above the neck. I ended up permitting the Heidi Wilson exception, though, allowing French kissing to try and disorient your opponent. Hair pulling is alright too." "At first I made the girls fight in a variety of substances. Mud, oil, jello. I even tried creamed corn. Some were too dirty. It's theoretically fun to make a woman roll around in muck, but it doesn't take long to realize the downsides. The mud coats their body, so you can still see the general outline, but all the good bits get obscured. What's the point of having naked girls rubbing against each other if you can't see every inch of flesh in exquisite detail? Baby oil didn't have that problem, but it got in a cat fighter's eyes and mouth, lowering the quality of the wrestling." "I briefly worried they would have to grapple dry. The girls' enjoyment was, of course, my only concern. I'd already gone to the trouble of having all their body hair permanently removed for the same reason. Too often, a desperate to orgasm girl will attempt to push against an opponent's body as tightly as possible hoping to subdue her. With their dripping mounds grinding against each other, both girls squirming for any advantage, I worried excess hair could lead to chafing. Having solved that problem, I couldn't allow the girls to feel uncomfortable friction as their bodies, dry except for a slight sheen of sweat, mashed together, now could I?" "It took me a while, but I finally realized less is more. Instead of forcing the girls to wrestle in a pool of oil, I oiled them up beforehand. To make sure the job was done perfectly, I took on the responsibility myself. Starting at the ankles, I'd massage a girl up her body leaving a shiny trail. Even when every inch seems to glisten, I'd keep at it. Hips, breasts, ass, there were just so many trouble spots. I had to be careful, however, not to ruin everything by working my fingers into an all too willing pussy." "By that point, it wouldn't take much stimulation to give a girl an undeserved climax. Even a woman who wasn't randomly being kept on the edge of an orgasm at that moment had spent the past weeks being teased without relief. That was combined with being stripped naked, having every nook and crevasse of her body massaged. Finally, there was the anticipation that she would soon be rolling around on the ground with another girl, just as nude and just as desperate." "I wasn't deaf to their throaty little pleading, but as I always tell the girls: resisting temptation makes you stronger. When I saw the amount of pleasure a winning wrestler got from her orgasm, it just proved what a wonderful thing I was doing. But more than just delivering a sense of achievement, catfights also provide a great opportunity for free expression. I never want to stifle my girls' creativity, so they're no set criteria for winning. Mostly I just let the match go on until I get bored." "If you told me before the power that I would ever have gotten tired watching a pair of oiled, naked girls forcibly rubbing against each other, I'd have assumed you were crazy. Shows what I knew. Even the squealing and grunting gets passé eventually. Seen hundreds of girls squeeze one another's breasts hoping to force the other to submit, seen 'em all, I say." "At this point, I really go for the contrast. There are the old classics of course. I'm sure I don't have to explain the appeal of a haughty white girl, broken and submissive at the feet of her African-American better. Or the separate but equal pleasure of a proud black girl put in her place thanks to her smirking, pale opponent. That's, however, only the start. A woman with small boobs versus one with big boobs is a particular favorite." "It's not so much the physical difference, since girls grinding their soft breasts against each other in desperate sexual hunger is stimulating regardless of cup size. Instead it's the underlying emotions which make the matches must see viewing. I hear you, Professor, it caught me by surprise too." "Women notice each other's chest size more than I realized before the power. Girls who are a little flatter deal with some jealousy issues, resenting the extra attention for women carrying more up top. Even so, they also seem to naturally look down on the same girls they're jealous of. As if big tits have some sort of negative correlation on intelligence." "A larger breasted woman, though, has just as much of a complex the other way. It would be impossible, after all, not to be affected at least a little by the whispers and catty comments she tried to convince herself she left behind with high school. Even if a woman whose life is completely together in every respect walks down a hall, breasts covered demurely in a heavy-duty bra and bulky sweater, she still has to find herself knowing that every woman she passes is judging her chest. Silently weighing and measuring. Even calculating exactly how much sagginess to expect." "More than just the embarrassment of knowing her chest is being constantly examined, a woman with large tits also understands the extent to which they influence how she's treated in every aspect of her life. Women and men alike will use her large bra size not just to calculate her breasts, but every aspect of her personality. Men will direct their conversation to a big breasted girl's chest for God's sake." "Then there's the physical impact. A larger chest is a hindrance to balance and athleticism. It's as if a girl with big tits was designed by evolution solely with sex in mind. Like her natural state is some Neanderthal keeping her knocked up in a cave. Those are the only types of things which really keep the wrestling interesting for me now. It's not about the cat fighting itself, it's about desire and control." "When I'm finally ready to declare a winner, the losing girl drops to her knees to give the victor her reward. It's given me a lot of insight into just how cruel women can be to one another. The winner just grabs the loser by her hair and sets her pretty, pink tongue to work. And the whole time, she'll have this look of ultimate satisfaction. This smug air of superiority. As if subjugating some poor girl gets her off. Once the winner climaxes in screaming pleasure, she just pushes the loser away like she's nothing." "Actually managing the tournament, though, turned out to be a pretty big pain in the ass. It was easy to collect all the girls in the backyard, strip off their clothes, and oil them up, of course. But deciding which girls to pair off was tougher. I thought I figured out a solution when I remembered the chubby little computer programmer I'd decided to help after noticing her big ass when she reached to pick something off the bottom row in a grocery store. Mary agreed to create a scheduling algorithm taking into account height, weight and past performance." "It definitely worked fine until I realized she seemed to be winning all of her matches. Turned out Mary set up the program to always assign her the weakest girls. When I confronted her about it, she didn't even have the good sense to be embarrassed. She hit me with this ridiculous sob story about needing to keep multiple pairs of panties at work because she was always soaking through them. And how she barely had any social life left since all she ever did anymore was fantasize about me fucking her. How nearly every night ended the same, with her rolling around naked on her bed, big tits jiggling, trying to think of a plan to make the horniness stop." "When Mary dropped to her hands and knees, thick thighs spread open invitingly, promising to make any desire I had come true if I'd only put her brain back how it was before, I'd heard enough. What choice did I have but to ban her from future tournaments? Now Mary watches them with me, sitting naked on my lap, feeding me grapes. I'm a trusting person by nature, but who knows what mischief she could get up to if I let her out from under my thumb?" "Since the action usually gets me charged up, before too long my erection starts poking her soft, round behind. I make sure to only allow her to suck my dick or take it up the ass so she doesn't enjoy it too much. It was the little bitch's orgasms that got her in trouble in the first place, after all. Nothing's worse than seeing bad behavior rewarded. I may have miscalculated anyway. At first, Mary moaned about her anal virginity, and how horrible it felt to have a cock shoved in all the way. Even though her asshole still feels tight to me, however, lately I've noticed she seems to be enjoying it more than she lets on. I should probably put those big droopy tits of hers to use, and start fucking her between them instead." "Ironically, spending so many hours with Mary caused me to notice Kelly for the first time in months. One day I was teaching Mary about the value of fair play by tweaking her nipples, when she let out a loud yip. Apparently my mind had drifted, and I twisted too hard. I looked up to admonish her, and explain that she only had her own greed to blame for such treatment, when I saw Kelly out of the corner of my eye." "It certainly wasn't her wrestling skills that drew my attention. As happened in every match she'd fought, Kelly was losing. Badly. It wasn't that Kelly didn't want an orgasm. I could tell how aroused and needy she was from one look. The problem, however, was that poor Kelly didn't have the necessary skills to be a good cat fighter. She wasn't a particularly strong or athletic girl. Her too big tits, hanging unnaturally high, also seemed to hinder her. Kelly's opponent always seemed to have an easy time overpowering her physically. That wasn't, though, her biggest weakness." "Some people just aren't fighters by nature. Maybe they tell themselves they are, but the truth is they just don't have much, if any, ambition for control. Kelly happens to be that type of person. I didn't make any changes to her mind to cause it. Being turned desperately horny brought that submissiveness to the forefront, but it didn't create anything. It wasn't the large fake breasts, the platinum blonde pigtails or the slutty body piercings either. Inside Kelly Thomas, from before I'd even known her, was a girl who enjoyed being tamed. And while that's a great quality in a docile, little, harem plaything, it makes for a lousy oil wrestler." "That explains why the other girl had a firm grip on Kelly's dyed blonde hair with one hand, while she used the other to spank her. Must have been going on for a while too, because Kelly was wailing. It wasn't her moaning, splitting the difference between sexy and desperate, however, that drew my attention. It was the look in those deep, brown eyes. The all-consuming sexual desire was still there, but so was something else. I didn't even need to read her mind to know exactly what Kelly was thinking." "As the smacks on her ass echoed out, Kelly remembered that it didn't always used to be this way. And even as horny and desperate as she was, there was still that sweet, kind of nerdy girl inside her. The Kelly that I used to pine for before everything changed." "All the old feelings came rushing back, and I had the briefest moment of regret. Wondering if I'd made a horrible mistake with Kelly. And not just her, but everyone I'd encountered. Maybe I'd been using my powers with the wrong motivation all along. That instead of helping Kelly, and these other women, I was actually hurting them. Turning them into playthings for no other reason than my perverse desires." "It sounds crazy, I know. But even after the sensation passed, I decided I had to make absolutely sure. If Kelly, and any girl I've met like her, didn't enjoy being treated like a piece of meat, there was only one way to find out. I went back into her mind, leaving her with some new instructions, then I booked my plane ticket here and left the country." "I'll admit a lot of my thoughts and focus stayed back in the States. I'm just so curious how Kelly's latest surgery worked out. By the time I'm home, she should be recovered and up to a double D-cup. It should really make a great contrast with her new lower back tattoo: 'Less Thinking, More Fucking'. If I've been wrong this whole time, I'll know the moment I set eyes on her. After all, superficial appearances are just that, superficial. The real Kelly will still be inside the new body, one way or another. I'm hoping that's a person of substance, not just some horny, big boobed whore." "Anyway, fingers crossed for the former. If she ends up breaking my heart again, I may just have to sell her after all. Still, with all that on my mind, when I saw you coming out of a coffee shop, I knew my relaxation would be cut short. I suppose I should have known that there's no such thing as a vacation when you've devoted your life to improving the world." "So that's my story. Which brings me to the purpose of my visit. Professor, with the greatest respect for you and the rest of the nominating committee, I think I deserve the Nobel Peace Prize. I know, I know, it's such a terribly gauche thing to say, but I don't ask selfishly. Obviously I could stay in my little corner of the world, but seeing all the European women who suffer without me made it clear that I need to go global. Just imagine all the good I could do with the extra exposure and fame. For example, I have some theories on changes in the Middle East that could really strip the issues down." Humanitarian "So what do you think? Nonsense, Professor. You have nothing to fear. After all, if you don't mind me saying, you're pretty cute for an older girl. I'll admit I was surprised to see you on the street. One look and I couldn't help but wonder how it would feel to make you start shedding your clothes. I only worry your husband might be taking advantage of you. But you don't have anything to be ashamed of. I've met so many women just like you, and none of them can even imagine life without me anymore." "Great, that's the attitude. You'll have to get started sucking and fucking immediately if you're going to bribe and blackmail enough votes. Don't worry about your libido. You're going to stay just this horny without ever making it over the edge until your job is done. At that point you can fly to America. Hell, your ancestors were Vikings. I'm sure you'll catfight like a natural."