2 comments/ 40703 views/ 21 favorites Boarder By: Ashson It was my dislike of hotels that was the problem. I was in the process of changing residences. I'd sold my current house, but the sale went through a lot faster than I'd expected. I'd assumed that it would take a while for my old place to sell and I expected to have actually moved into my new house before the sale was finalised. It didn't quite work out that way. I received a most attractive offer within the week, BUT, there was a stipulation. The buyer wanted to move in almost immediately. The offer was too good to knock back, even if it did mean I'd have to find temporary accommodation for a couple of months. I accepted the offer, the lawyers got to work on the details, and I started looking for somewhere to live short-term. I don't really like hotels or motels. Good for a few days, but not for a couple of months, so I went looking for someone who was willing to take in a boarder for two months. I finally settled on a place with a young couple. They were looking for a student to rent, but as it was late in the year they didn't really expect to get anyone until after the summer holidays. I pointed out that with me there they could get two months rental and still have time to rent to a student before the university year got under way. They seemed a nice couple when I first met them. Mike was a big guy, rather handsome, I suppose, had a steady job, was very good natured and a bit of a sports fanatic. You might notice I haven't said anything about how smart he was. That's because he wasn't. Nice, but maybe a little dumb. Jean was quite pretty and knew how to make the most of her good points, and I'll freely admit she has a couple of outstandingly good points. She wasn't currently working, although she was looking for work. She appeared to be an amiable young woman, somewhat smarter than Mike. All in all, I figured I'd have no problems, stuffed most of my things in storage, and moved in. OK, so there was a problem, but it was one I was able to substantially ignore. Jean, it turned out, was a shrew. The least little thing seemed to set her off, and she wasn't backwards about having a go at me if I was around when she was displeased. Now this was her home, and I was just a temporary boarder, so I kept a watch on my tongue and just stayed out of her way as much as possible. This was easy enough to do, but god, that woman irritated me at times. The two months passed fairly quickly and soon my new house was ready. I arranged to take a couple of days off work, letting me have a four day weekend in which to move and settle in. I'd already let Mike know that I'd be gone by Sunday. Thursday morning I slept in a little. Mike had already gone to work when I came out to the kitchen to have some breakfast. I had plenty of time, as the actual moving of my stuff wouldn't take place until the next morning. All I had to do today was a bit of paperwork and pick up the keys. So, I wander into the kitchen, all innocent like, made some breakfast and started eating it. Then Jean came in. Apparently she'd just gotten up and had forgotten that I wasn't at work as all she had on was a nightie. Not see-through, unfortunately, but the fact that it was a nightie was enough to embarrass her and set her off. She started telling me off, mentioning inconsiderate people who snuck around the house. She was in the process of working herself up into a real lather when I interrupted. "Ah, Jean," I said quietly, "I'll be gone by Sunday. That means I'll be here for, at most, two and a half more days. During the time that I'm actually in the house I'd like some peace and quiet, so could you kindly shut the fuck up." I resumed eating my breakfast while Jean stood there looking a little stunned. Slowly what I'd said percolated through. She'd heard it and understood it easily enough, but she initially just couldn't believe I'd said it. When it finally registered she went quite red, took a big breath and started in on me. You can guess the sort of tirade she launched upon my innocent head. I bravely ignored it while I finished my breakfast. By a happy coincidence I finished off my breakfast at the same time as she finally ran out of breath. I didn't get up. I sort of tilted the chair onto one leg and spun around on the spot so I was still sitting, but now facing her. "You don't take a hint very easily, do you?" I observed. "Let me see if I can explain my position a little better." With that I just grabbed her and jerked her over my knee. "It seems to me that you need some positive reinforcement to help you digest a message," I told her. "Unfortunately I don't have anything to serve as positive reinforcement, so I'll have to give you some negative reinforcement." Jean was wriggling and kicking but I was far stronger than her and held her quite easily. I flicked her nightie up out of the way. "I bet if you'd known I was going to spank you," I said with a soft laugh, "you'd have worn some panties." Jean had time for one horrified protest before my hand came down firmly on her bottom. I enjoyed that. As far as I was concerned, it was long overdue. And she had a very nice bottom, well worth looking at. She squealed in shock when my hand landed, but that was nothing to the shock she got when I kept going. I paddled her bottom good and hard, taking out a bit of the accumulated frustration of being incessantly polite to her, no matter what her behaviour was like. Now I was preparing to leave and didn't give a damn. Now I'm not a brute. I didn't just paddle Jean's backside without any explanation. I told her precisely what my concerns were and the sort of attitude adjustment I hoped to see for the remainder of my stay. Sad to say, my suggestions didn't go down too well. As a matter of fact you might say they were completely ignored. Would you believe that as soon as I stood Jean on her feet, she had another go at me? It was quite amusing, really, to see her standing there yelling at me. Her bottom must have been stinging as she had hitched her nightie up and her hands were on her bottom, holding it tenderly while she yelled at me. I can only guess that she didn't realise just how short her nightie was, and just how much she was showing me while she stood there with it hitch up. Jean apparently noticed that I was trying not to laugh, and that kicked her temper up a notch. The silly woman tried to hit me. She just brought her arm around in a big wide sweep, the end of the sweep supposedly being my face. I declined to have my face there when her hand reached that point. As Jean swung I slipped to one side and stood up. Missing her target threw Jean off balance and she staggered forward and finished up sprawled across the table. She really should wear a longer nightie. Bent over the table like that she was fully exposed. Quite shameful, really. And irresistible, I found. I'd unzipped and was moving up behind her before she even knew what was happening. The first she knew of her new problem was when she found my erection pressing against her pussy. She squealed and tried to push herself up and away from the table, but what the hell did she think that was going to do? All she did was push her pussy firmly towards me, and it would have been rude not to accept the offering. My cock found its way between her lips and started going deeper. It was an odd situation. The spanking must have aroused her, as her passage was hot and wet, and my cock slid into her with no problems, her soft flesh yielding to my sudden hardness. At the same time, Jean was verbally castigating me, implying that what was happening was not to her taste. I didn't let her verbal offence distract me. I slid smoothly into place, holding her hips firmly as I pushed home. Once I'd slapped home I started some real action. My hands moved from her hips, up inside her nightie, finally capturing her lovely breasts. Holding them firmly I started pumping my cock, enjoying the way her breasts massaged my hands as her body started swaying back and forth with the force of my strokes. I took my time, initially, letting Jean get used to me. She was a little reluctant at the start, still giving me a mouthful, but after a short while I could feel her starting to move in rhythm with me. Once Jean was moving with me I increased the speed of my strokes, drawing right back until we almost disengaged and then thrusting home hard. Jean had finally shut-up, apart from gasps and groans and little squeals as I took her. I think I might have mentioned that I had time to spare, so I saw no need to make this a quick bang and go. I took my time, drawing it out, and enjoying every prolonged second of it. Despite what Jean might claim afterwards, she was totally involved with what was happening. Her bottom was bouncing as she took me, lifting and pushing to make sure I went in as deep as possible, and her squeals of excitement were unmistakable. I took her to the edge of a climax, mine and hers, and worked hard at staying on that edge. It was exhilarating, and damn it felt fine. I couldn't keep it up, unfortunately. I could feel that I was going to blow, no matter what I did. Hell, even if I disengaged, I was going to blow. So I piled on the pressure. I rammed home harder and faster, and then I climaxed, feeling Jean quivering and shaking as her own climax hit her. Afterwards, when Jean had recovered, she gave me a killing look and stalked out of the room. I had a cup of coffee then went about my business for the day. I didn't get back that evening until after dinner. When I did arrive back Mike and Jean were both in the front room watching TV. Jean gave me another killing look and then pointedly looked elsewhere. I was less than the dirt beneath her shoe, only fit to be trodden on. I said goodnight and adjourned to my room. I'd thought that Jean wouldn't be the type to complain, even to her husband. It didn't fit her amour propre to have someone else know that she had had an involuntary sex session. I couldn't believe it the next morning when I was having my breakfast and Jean came storming into the kitchen. She was once again dressed in a nightie (not the same one) and she started on me as soon as she spotted me. It was a case of how dare I spank her? And then to make matters worse by ravishing her? Who the hell did I think I was? Her timing was bad. I'd just about finished breakfast, so I didn't need to take it while I sat and ate. I finished a last couple of mouthfuls and then stood up and turned around. Jean went slightly pale. "Don't you dare try and spank me again," she snapped. "I won't have it." "Fine," I said, unzipping. "Just step this way and sit down of your own free will and there'll be no spanking." Maybe not entirely of her own free will. While I unzipped my hand also reached out and grabbed a handful of nightie. I sat back down, erection standing tall and drew her closer to me. "You've got to be kidding," she said, sounding as though she was convinced that I was mad. "You don't really think I'm going to sit on that, do you?" "Whatever you decide," I said equably. "It would save you a spanking, though. I did tell you that I didn't want you abusing me anymore." "I'm sorry," she muttered. "I was upset. Surely even you can understand that." "Of course," I said, generosity itself. "And I'm sure you're now going to show just how sincere your apology is." While talking I'd pulled her closer until she was standing straddling me, and my hands were cupping her bottom cheeks. Still no panties, I'd noticed. Apparently she didn't sleep in them. "Come on. You don't really expect me to just sit down on that." I didn't say anything, just waiting. I may have started to pat her bottom a little as a sort of hint, but that was all. It finally seemed to register with her that I was serious and that she had to either sit or be spanked, and she wasn't at all sure that a spanking wouldn't be followed up by a fucking anyway. Jean looked at me and then looked away, chewing on her lip. I suspect the previous day's little adventure had given me a touch of psychological domination over her, and so it proved. She gave me an angry look, but she eased herself down, and I could feel my cock first pressing against her pussy and then sliding up into her. With a little groan she settled fully onto my lap, impaled on my erection. Now when a woman lowers herself onto your erection you should be able to expect a bit of enthusiasm for what was going to happen. Not in this particular case. Jean started to move on me all right, but lethargically, as though her heart wasn't in it. She could do better. Yesterday had showed that. I slapped her bottom, bringing a yelp from her. "What was that for?" she protested. "An incentive for you to move your ass," I said, smiling as I gave her another friendly wallop. "Well fuck you if it's not good enough," she snapped. "You're the one who wanted it." "And I'm going to get it, properly," I told her, delivering another sharp spank. "Are you going to shake your ass or enjoy the spanks?" Jean said something I won't repeat and started moving her ass. Her performance, while a little more enthusiastic, was also a little wooden, but finally the lust and excitement started to work on her. Very soon she was eagerly bouncing up and down on my shaft. She'd convinced herself that she had no choice and that she'd better make the best of it. Make the best of it is exactly what she did. She moved from straight bouncing to gyrating, twisting and rocking as she bounced, giving excited little cries as her excitement built. For my part, I was doing my best to assist, driving hard up into her every time she slid down my cock, pushing myself into as deep as possible. Jean was bouncing happily, little sobbing gasps escaping her as she took her pleasure from me, working earnestly towards a climax. I was just about clinging to the chair as she worked, appreciating the activity and fearing I'd come far too soon and spoil Jean's hopes. If you insist on a woman pleasing you, you really need to make sure you do your part and please her. Finally I couldn't hold out any longer. I gave a groan, clamped my hands onto her hips and really drove up into her, ejaculating hot and hard. Jean gasped, then screamed and I could feel her clamping down on me, her own climax triggered by the splash of my seed. After an invigorating start to the morning I was feeling on top of the world and really ready to tackle all the work involved in moving my stuff to my new address. I had a most productive day and, if it hadn't been for the bits and pieces I'd left at Mike and Jean's place, I'd have just stayed there. As it was I decided to return, gather up what I had left, and return to spend my first night at my new home. I had some dinner and then headed back to Mike and Jean's place. When I got there Mike was watching the game, loudly. It was live and he was intent, yelling at the ref, cheering his side and abusing their opponents. I'd seen him like this other nights. No way was he moving from that couch until the game was done. It was Jean's place to ensure that he had beer and nibbles close at hand, and right then he was comfortably provided for. I told him I was just grabbing my things and then I'd be gone, thanking him for his hospitality. He sort of nodded, grunted and waved a hand in acknowledgement, but I don't know if anything I said registered. I wasn't the game so I wasn't of any interest. I'd packed my things and was just about ready to walk out when I heard a noise behind me. Turning around I saw Jean was standing in the doorway, looking pleased. "I heard you tell Mike you were leaving now," she said, revealing the source of her pleasure. "I thought it only polite to say goodbye." 'And good riddance' was left unsaid, but I heard it anyway. There are those times when a touch of evil genius strikes. This was one of them. "Quite right. I'm packed and soon I'll be history. However, before I go - hop up on the bed on your hands and knees. I want to take you one last time." I thought her eyes might pop she looked so stunned. "Are you quite insane? Why the hell would I do that? Apart from anything else, Mike's home." "Forget him," I said dismissively. "There's a game on and he's not going to budge until it's over. But I intend to make this one a quick one. As soon as you're in position it'll be panties down and I'll take you hard and fast. Come on," I said, patting the bed. "You know you want to." I was tempted to say, you've been a bitch, now see how bitches do it, but I guessed that might have been counter-productive. Reaching over I cupped my hand around her elbow and drew her into the room, closing the door behind her. Talking softly I eased her over to the bed and, to my relief, she hopped up onto it, although the look on her face seemed to say 'what the hell am I doing?' As soon as Jean was on the bed I pushed her head down, getting her to rest it on her arms, while I made sure her knees were nicely bent and her bottom was hoisted high. Climbing onto the bed I took up position behind her, kneeling between her legs. I flicked her dress up out of the way and lowered her panties. She had her head turned, trying to see what I was doing, that look of disbelief still on her face. I slid down my trousers, letting my toy come romping out to play. I pointed sideways, indicating the dressing table, and Jean turned to look at it. I saw the look on her face change from disbelief to shock as she found herself looking at us in the mirror, my cock hovering scant inches from her pussy. I pushed forward slowly, watching Jean and seeing her keeping her eyes glued to the mirror. She gave a little gasp when my cock finally pressed against her, and a little squeak as I started pushing in. Her eyes seemed to be opening wider and wider the deeper I went, and remained glued to the mirror, wanting to see the whole thing. She wasn't quite ready for me, not having expected this to happen, but the deeper I went the wetter she became. By the time I was fully in her she was wet and willing. "OK, ready?" I asked. "Remember, hard and fast is what I promised." With that, hard and fast is what I delivered. My cock slammed into her, driving in deep, whipping out only to return with another vigorous thrust. With that first drive Jean gave a muffled shriek, then grabbed a pillow. From that point on she buried her face in the pillow, shrieking her head off as my cock pummelled her pussy, driving in again and again. Please don't think it was all one-sided. As soon as I established a rhythm, albeit a fast one, Jean was responding, lifting her bottom to take me deep, pushing eagerly to meet my assault, knowing she could handle it and relishing my attempt to subjugate her. The trouble with a fast fuck is that it's over too fast. It was invigorating while it lasted, but it didn't last anything like long enough. Almost before I knew it I was blowing my load, but at least I had the satisfaction of hearing Jean scream into her pillow and I could feel her shuddering against me as she climaxed. I stayed there, leaning against her while I recovered my breath. Finally withdrawing, I straightened my clothes, grabbed my bags and did one last check to see that I had everything. A final pat on the bottom for Jean and I departed, closing the door as I left. (Imagine the furore if Mike did get up and wander down the hall and found her on my bed, face down, bum up. A little discretion never hurts.) I stopped at the front room to wave goodbye to Mike and was ignored in favour of umpire abuse. I shrugged and left, finally heading to my home. Boarder Controls Family This is a different kind of story for me. I hope you like it. There is some incest. If you like it, vote. Fives are nice. * * * * * I had come to town to check out the local university. I thought I might try to enroll to complete my PhD. It turned out to be a big deal that would take several weeks or longer. I looked in the collage paper for "room mates wanted." What I found was "roomer wanted in private home. Large bedroom with private bath. " No price was given and no other details. I called the telephone number provided. "Hello, I am calling about your room." "Tell me about yourself?" "I'm a doctoral candidate at the university and I need a room for awhile." "Thank you for the information. I am a young widow with two adult children and I have to be careful. Would you like to see the room? I am going to be very reasonable." "Sure, give me the address." The house was at the edge of town off the main highway down a dirt road. It was a very pretty house, I estimated about 3500 square feet. I rang the chimes. A very attractive woman who appeared to be about thirty five answered the door. "You are the man who is the doctoral candidate?" "Yes, that's me. I am Mike Sanders." "Hello, I am Felicia Long." She extended her hand. We shook hands. The room was on the second floor and was very nice. Felicia lived with her eighteen year old twins, a daughter and a son. They had just started the university. They were both studying psychology. I agreed to take the room and began planning how I could take Felicia and her daughter with my hypnosis. I was a master hypnotist and I loved the challenge of taking control of unsuspecting people and making them into my playthings. Felicia would be a fun adventure conquering her and her children. After I agreed to take the room Felicia invited me for coffee in the kitchen. It was one of those very modern kitchens with all the gadgets. There was a built in booth where we sat and had our coffee. Felicia's husband died in an automobile accident two years ago. She appeared to be financially secure. She had been married for sixteen years. She married young. She made a point of that. I asked her to show me around and she did. Her bedroom was down the hall from the kitchen and the twins had two rooms across from my room on the second floor. I made up a story about myself. I did tell her that my training was in abnormal psychology. She seemed very interested. She told me that since her husband died she was sleeping less and napping every day at about three in the afternoon. I think she was looking for me to comment on that. I didn't. I filed the information in the back of my brain to use later. At about six o'clock the twins came home. The girl was Whitney and the boy was Walter. She was petite and very pretty, he was about five feet ten inches and very brawny. We all sat down in the den and talked. The twins were very interested in my experience with abnormal psychology. They had just started psych and didn't know anything. I did not discuss hypnosis with them. Felicia invited me to have dinner with them. I accepted and told her that if that gets to be a habit I should pay more. She just laughed. Dinner was grilled salmon, potatoes, salad and vegetables. A very full meal. Enough to get you sleepy. "You know, a full meal like this can make you drowsy." "Mike, you are right. Every night after Mom's dinners I feel sluggish" That from Walter. "I do too, Walter." That was Whitney. We were having the conversation while Felicia was doing the dishes. "You know guys, I can train your bodies to stay alert until you go to bed." In unison. "How do you do that?" "By applying principals of abnormal psychology To make the brain ignore the additional glucose and food digesting which is what causes the malaise." Again in unison. "Could you show us?" "Sure, come into my room later. I'm going to go up and read for awhile." Forty five minutes later there was a knock on my door. "Now can you show us how we can stay alert?" "Yep, you have to relax first and then you gain control of your mind and body. Come in and sit on the bed." They came in and lounged on my king side bed. "We start with deep breathing exercises." The better to develop hyperventilation. "Both of you take one hundred breaths as deep as you can." I watched them take the deep breathes. It was effecting Whitney more than Walter. She looked like she was ready to faint. "Walter, concentrate on your breathing. Close your eyes and picture yourself weight lifting. I was certain he was a lifter. He closed his eyes. Now it was working on him also. Soon they both stopped deep breathing and laid on the bed with their eyes closed. "Now both of you imagine yourselves running through the fields as fast as you can. When you feel totally exhausted raise your right hand." After about five minutes they both raised their arms. Their eyes were still closed. Now listen closely. After every meal you will have a moment when you feel like you are passing out. That will quickly pass and you will feel totally refreshed unless I tell you differently. When I tell you, you will open your eyes feeling totally refreshed. Open your eyes." They did. "How do you feel?" They spoke in unison "very refreshed." "Do you guys always speak that way?" "Frequently." "Well, I have to hit the sack, I'll see you tomorrow." They had no comment on my instructions. I think it worked. Now I had to deal with Felicia. The next day I made a point of being in the house when Felicia announced she was taking a nap. She went into her room and lay down. She did not close the door. I watched her. She was sleeping on her back. As luck would have it she snored. I walked into her room and put my mouth next to her right ear. "Felicia, stay sleep and deepen your sleep. Deeper and deeper. I spoke slowly and with my deepest voice. Your whole body is in a deep restful sleep. When you wake up you will feel very refreshed." I watched her as her body relaxed. Her facial muscles became lax. "When ever you are around me you will go back to sleep if I tell you to sleep. You will now go into a deep sleep and wake in an hour feeling totally refreshed." I left the room. In about an hour she came out of the room. I was sitting in the kitchen. "I had the strangest dream. I dreamed you were talking to me. I don't remember what you said." "That's strange. Maybe I said 'go to sleep'" She started to crumble. I had her. I picked her up and put her in one of the chairs. "Go into a deep, deep, trance. Your whole body is relaxed ane your trance is very deep. I will count to one hundred and with each number your trance will get deeper. How do you feel?" "Very relaxed." I did a couple more counting exercises and then told her to wake up at the count of three. She opened her eyes and seemed confused. "I don't remember sitting here. I'm feeling funny. Did you do something?" She was looking at me with a quizzical expression. "Sleep." She again became limp. She sprawled in the chair. "When you wake you will feel comfortable, secure and wonderful. You will not think about how you got in the chair." When I woke her she looked much more secure. "I'm feeling wonderful. Would you like to have dinner with us tonight?" "Okay, but I have to pay if we keep this up." Felicia busied herself making another large dinner. This time lamb chops. The twins came home at the same time and we ate at about seven o'clock. After we finished eating I watched them carefully. They both closed their eyes and started to slump in their seats. I walked behind them and said: "go into a deep trance, let yourselves relax completely." They both slumped back into their seats. Felicia had been putting dishes into the sink. She returned just as the twins were slumping in their seats. "Felicia sleep." I caught her before she fell on the floor. "When I tell you, you will waken feeling wonderful. After the dishes are done you will suggest to the twins that we all have desert in the den. We will all gather in the den." I did not waken her. I went to the twins. "Your trance is going deeper and deeper. You are now under my complete control. You will do everything I tell you and it will make you feel very good." I could do this with an eighteen year old. They are very suggestible. I wouldn't try it on an older person without a great deal more conditioning. The result is the same, it just takes more time and a"work around." I woke them all and we went into the den. "Felicia, how are you feeling?" "Fine, Mike why do you ask?" "Just curious. Whitney and Walter have you learned anything about hypnosis in your psych class?" Walter answered. "Nah, it's an introductory class. We don't get any interesting stuff like that. Do you know anything about hypnosis?" "A little." "I don't think anybody in my family could be hypnotized. We are too stubborn." "I want all of you to sleep." All three of them slumped back. "Whitney, are you a virgin?" "Yes." "How about you Walter, are you a virgin?" "Yes." "Do you want to stay a virgin?" "No." "Walter open your eyes and take your clothes off." He opened his eyes and took his jeans, shorts and shirt off. He was now nude. "Walter, you will remain under my complete control, but you will wake up." He looked around. "Do you still think your family cannot be hypnotized?" "What do you mean?" "Do you always walk around naked?" He looked down. He was very well hung. "How did you do that?" "I'm very talented." "Are you going to do it to them too?" Looking at his mother and sister. "Yes. Why?" "They are beautiful and I'm normal, I want to see their bodies." "You don't see them around the house, naked?" "Never. My sister and mother are very modest." "Felicia, remain in a deep trance and take your clothes off." She was wearing cotton shorts and a blouse. She had sandals on. She quickly took off the shorts and blouse. That left her with a very plain bra and panties that were full cut. She seemed to hesitate, then she took her bra off and slowly pushed her panties off. She stood in front of the chair, naked. "Felicia, you are getting very aroused, standing there naked." I watched as her nipples got hard. Walter's cock started to rise. "Walter, you are getting aroused." "She is a beautiful lady. I've thought about making love with my mother or sister all my life." Felicia was a very attractive woman. I reached over and felt her cunt. It was wet. "Felicia, how long is it since you have had sex?" "Since before my husband died." "Have you ever thought about making love with Walter?" "I've thought of it, but it is a sin." Walter was now fully erect. Pointing straight up his belly. He was very thick and about six inches long. He had a very hairy belly. "Felicia, Walter is going to put his penis into you. You will like it and you will not feel guilty. Can you still get pregnant?" "No, I had my tubes tied many years ago." "Walter, go and put your cock into your mother. Do it standing up." Felicia was a very firm woman for her age. Her breasts were small and firm and she had very little fat. She was about five inches shorter than Walter. Walter went up to her and tried to push his cock into her. It really wasn't working. "Felicia, lay back on the bed and guide him into you. Walter, when Felicia lays down you get between her legs and wait for her to grab your cock." I felt like I was training a basset to mate. Walter climbed between her legs and Felicia grabbed his penis and guided it into her. "Walter, you will not ejaculate until I tell you." Nature took over and Walter started pumping. "Felicia you can feel your orgasm building. Soon you will feel it happening." She was matching his pumping. Her breath was becoming ragged. All of a sudden she screamed, "I'm cuming. I don't believe it, I am cuming." "Walter, you can ejaculate." He immediately let go with his virgin blast, it seemed to go forever. If I hadn't controlled him he probably would have ejaculated in thirty seconds. As it is I had Walter go for three minutes. I looked over at Whitney. She was still limp. "Walter, Felicia, sleep." They collapsed with Walter on top. "Whitney, can you hear me?" "Yes." "You said you are a virgin. Do you want to stay a virgin?" "No. I am just afraid." "Do you still have your hymen?" "No. I lost it horseback riding." "Take all of your clothes off." She, also was wearing shorts. She quickly stripped. Her body was a small version of her mother. She stood in front of the chair, naked. "Whitney, stay under my complete control and wake up." She woke up and looked around. "How did you do this?" "I am very talented. I am your master, do you understand?" "Yes." "You will do everything I tell you because you want to and it will make you feel good. But, you will not be able to refuse anything I tell you. You will call me Master when we are in this house. Do you understand?" "Yes, Master." "Do you like having a Master to tell you what to do?" "Yes Master." "Did Walter just make love with Mom?" "Yes. Would you like him to do it to you?" "I'm not sure. I think I would rather have you do it to me, Master." "Stand there while I instruct Walter and your mother. Walter and Felicia when I tell you, you will wake up feeling very good. Both of you from now on will not be able to resist anything I tell you. I will be your Master and you will call me Master. You will only call me Master when there are no outsiders. Do you both understand?" "Yes, Master." In unison, mother and son. "You will not have sex with each other, again, unless I instruct you. Do you understand?" "Yes, Master." "Walter, pull out of Felicia and lie on your back, next to her." He pulled out with a plopping sound. Walter lay down next to his mother. His penis was partially erect. His eyes were closed. "Felicia, suck on Walter's cock." She rolled over toward Walter and took his cock and put it in her mouth and sucked it. It grew in her mouth. "Walter, do not ejaculate." Too bad Walter was not going to remember any of this. It was an experience like he would never have again. He got very firm as Felicia sucked. "Felicia, that is enough. Go back to sleep." She collapsed with her mouth open. Walter's cock was still in her gaping mouth. His rod stayed stiff, fat and stiff. "Whitney, I want you to sit on Walter and put his penis in your vagina." "Yes, Master." She straddled him and grabbed his penis and held it straight up. She then slowly sat on it. "How does it feel?" "It feels tight and good. What do I do now?" "What do you want to do?" "Move up and down." "Okay." "Walter, you are not to ejaculate." Whitney moved up and down. She started going faster. Soon she was panting. All of a sudden she cried out, "It's happening, it's happening." She shook for a few moments and collapsed forward on Walter's body. He was still stiff and in her. I took my clothes off. I went to Whitney and pulled her off Walter and arranged her on the floor. I spread her legs. "Whitney, I am going to fuck you. You will cum again. I entered her very moist cunt and pumped in the very tight pussy. It felt terrific. She began to move with me. Soon her vagina walls were contracting around my penis. I kept pumping when the contractions got faster and she screamed. "I did it again." I pulled out and ejaculated on her body. "All of you, listen carefully. You will shower and get dressed. You will not notice that you all are naked. You will not remember anything that just happened, except that you will know that I am your master and you must do everything I say and that doing that will make you feel wonderful. You will not have any choice. When I tell you something you will have to do it. Do you all understand?" In unison. "Yes Master." "Take your showers now." They all got up and gathered their clothes. Felicia went to her room and Whitney went to the guest bathroom, downstairs. Walter went upstairs. Soon they were all dressed and wandering around the house. "Hi Walter, how are you feeling?" "Master, I am feeling strange. I'm feeling so horny. I've never felt this way." "Walter, I'm sure the feeling will quickly go away." "You were right, it went away." "Walter go outside and urinate in the rose bush." "Master, excuse me." He went outside and urinated in the rose bush. He came right back. Felicia was staying in her room. Whitney came down stairs. "Walter, Whitney, I want to talk to you." They came close to me. "I want the two of you to keep your eyes open for women who you can bring home for me to hypnotize. Find women who need help studying, with weight or smoking or just like the idea of being hypnotized. Okay?" "Sure Mike." "Now you guys should go up and study. Get to bed at a proper time to keep up your stamina. I'll see you tomorrow." They went up stairs. I went into Felicia's room. She was sitting and reading. "What are you reading?" "A book on sex and the single woman." "We should sleep together tonight." "I'd like that." "Felicia, come here?" She walked over to me. I put my arms around her and she tilted her head to be kissed. I obliged her. I also reached under her sweater and undid her bra. I then took her nipples and rubbed them between my fingers. "That feels very good." I pulled her sweater over her head. Her breasts were turgid. I took the waist of her pants and pulled her pants and panties down to her feet. She was now naked. "Did you read something we can apply tonight?" "It said I shouldn't show if I am anxious to have sex. I guess I flunked. I want you inside of me." "I can take care of that." I pulled her into the bed and rolled on top of her. We had very satisfactory sex. After we finished we were laying together. Felicia I want you to do me a favor. If you have any friends that would benefit from hypnosis, such as smoking or weight bring them home to me. Okay?" "Okay." She looked a little sad. "Felicia go to sleep. You feel terrific, you just had wonderful sex and you have companionship for the first time in several years." She brightened up. When I woke up in the morning Felicia was not there. He was making breakfast. I put a robe on and went into the kitchen. My three playthings were there. "How are you all this nice morning?" Felicia spoke first. "I am terrific. How about you?" Walter was next. "I still feel funny. I can't figure out what it is." "Well, I feel wonderful, Walter, I don't know why you feel funny." Whitney gave Walter a kiss on the cheek. I decided that I had done enough and didn't assert my powers over them. I preferred to wait to see who, if anyone they brought me. That night everyone was late. I had a productive day at the university. It looked like I would get admitted and I needed to find an advisor. When I got to the house at six it was empty. At about seven o'clock Walter and Whitney drove up with a friend in tow. Very good. She was a plain looking, slightly plump women who looked to be about twenty years old. "Hi kids, who is your friend?" Whitney spoke. "Mike this is my friend, Sara. She would like to lose a little weight and she is very interested in hypnosis." "Sara, what do you want to know about hypnosis?" "I've studied it and seen demonstrations and I'm a little skeptical. I'm not sure it is real." "Sara, what do I have to do to convince you?" "I'm not sure. Hypnotize me, I guess." "I'll do that. We'll start with a demonstration with the twins. Both of you watch my hand, as it gets closer to you, you will feel yourself going into a trance. When I touch you, your body will go completely limp." Boarder Controls Family I walked toward them with my arm theatrically stretched out .I touched each twin and they collapsed to the floor. Sara's mouth hung open. While she was suggestible I walked toward her with my hand out. "Sara, as I get closer to you, you will feel your body getting more and more relaxed." I was about six feet from Sara. I walked toward her very slowly. She just stared at me. "Sara, you are going into a deep trance as speak. Your whole body is becoming limp. When I get to you your body will no longer be able to stand." I watched her carefully. Her legs were shaking and her face was beginning to droop. This girl was suggestible. I continued walking and talking. Her leg shook more and her head was wobbling. I touched her and she collapsed. I caught her as she fell. I sat her in a chair. "How do you feel?" "Very relaxed." "When I count to five you will wake up feeling very good. If I snap my fingers you will collapse and go into a much deeper trance. You will not remember these instructions." I counted to five and Sara woke up. "Did you do anything?" "Were you hypnotized?" "Of course not." "Walter, Whitney, wake up." They woke up and stood up. They made no comment. Sara stood up also. "I guess it isn't working on me." I snapped my fingers and she collapsed. "Sara can you hear me?" "Yes." "You will do everything I tell you, do you understand?" "Yes." In a monotone. She was wearing a gray sweat suit. "Sara, take off the pants of the seat suit." She did. "Now take off your panties. You will be very aroused." She did. I felt her cunt. It was very wet. "I am going to wake you. You will feel very good. When ever I snap my fingers you will go into a very deep trance, but you will always do everything I ask of you. Do you understand?" "Yes." "Sara, wake up She woke up and looked around. "Do you think you were hypnotized?" "Of course not." "Do you always walk around naked below the waist?" She looked down. "Oh my god." She covered her pubic area. "What did you do to me?" "How do you feel? Hypnotized you." "I feel fine, but this is not acceptable." "Take off the rest of your clothes." "You are crazy. I won't do that." As she was talking she was pulling the sweatshirt over her head. When she realized what she was doing she stopped talking. She undid her bra and dropped it. Her body was Rubenesque. Like the models from the nineteenth century. Lovely breasts, they were quite firm and full. Sara just stood there, she didn't know what to say. "Sara, you are quite aroused aren't you?" "Yes I am. This doesn't seem right though." She was no longer trying to cover herself. At that moment I saw Felicia drive up. "Walter, take Sara and her clothes up to your bedroom." He gathered her clothes and led her up the stairs. I didn't tell him what to do. I wondered what would happen. At that moment Felicia came in with a couple. I had not limited her to women. "Mike, this is Jane and Cliff, they want to improve their love life and I told them that you could do that with hypnosis." Cliff was a large man, about six feet two and two hundred twenty pounds. Jane was tall and slender. About five, ten and one hundred fifteen pounds. "What do you want me to do for you?" Cliff spoke. "We have been married for three years and our love life sucks. We can't get relaxed with each other, I think we try too hard. Felicia says you are a magician with hypnosis and we need help." "Jane, do you agree?" "Yes. Cliff touches me and I panic. Yet I have daydreams about making love with him. We will do anything." "Well, you will have to let go completely with me for it to work. Can you do that?" "I don't know." That was Cliff and Jane nodded. "Do you both believe hypnosis could help?" Jane. "Yes, we saw friends hypnotized and they really relaxed and Felicia said you made her feel better than she has ever felt." "Okay, first, I will demonstrate how it can work. Felicia, sleep." She collapsed in front of us. "Felicia has been conditioned to react to certain commands. I will hypnotize the two of you and condition you to each other and make you more comfortable with intimacy with each other. Both of you stand up. Make your bodies as stiff as you can." They both become rods. I was convinced they were highly motivated and would be good subjects. I tilted Jane backwards. She stayed stiff. "Jane when I give you the command you will make every muscle limp. Now!" She became completely limp. I gathered her before she fell and put her on the chair. "Your trance will become deeper and deeper as you hear my voice, even if I am not talking to you. You will get very relaxed and when I tell you, you'll wake up from a very deep trance feeling very aroused." I turned to Cliff. "Cliff as you tighten your muscles your trance gets deeper. The deeper your trance goes your mind is focused on your cock. It is getting stiff. I could see my suggestion working. Your trance is very deep. When you wake, you will not remember anything except you have a hard cock." "Cliff, Jane, wake up." They looked at me. Cliff said: "What happened? I feel horny, but that's all I know. "I feel horny, also." "What do the two of you remember?" They both agreed they didn't remember anything. "All right, now we go to phase two. I will put you under my control and train you to enjoy sex without worry. Sleep, both of you." I didn't want to give them a chance to think about that statement. They both collapsed, Cliff on the floor and Jane into the chair. "You are now both under my complete control. Jane, when is the last time you had sex?" "Last week." "Did you enjoy it?" "No." "Why not?" "It was wham, bam, thank you Mam. I never got into it." "Jane and Cliff, take all of your clothes off." They both stood up and disrobed. Soon they were naked. Jane looked like a model out of Vanity Fair and Cliff looked like a wrestler. His cock wasn't very large compared to his massive body. Cliff had an erection. I put my hand into Jane's cunt. It was wet. Whitney had been standing silently watching the whole thing. "Whitney, do you want to try his thing in you?" "No, he doesn't appeal to me at all." "Whitney, get Sara and Walter." She brought them downstairs, Sara was still naked and Walter looked like he had hurriedly put his pants on. "Walter, did you poke Sara?" "Yeah, I couldn't resist. She was just there for the taking. It was fun." Sara was still in a heavy trance. "Sara, did you enjoy being used by Walter? It was only his second time" "It didn't hurt, although it felt very snug. I didn't feel as if I could do anything about it." "I want you to lay down and spread your legs. I am going to let Cliff practice on you. Cliff you are to wake up and stay under my complete control. I want you to suck Sara's breasts and then lick her cunt. You are to keep it up until I tell you to stop. You will stay aroused. Sara, if his cock comes close to your mouth you are to suck on it. If you feel like having an orgasm, you may. Cliff, now!" Cliff bent down and started to lick Sara's pendulous breasts. He did that for a while. I then told him to switch to her cunt. At first he came at her through her legs. Sara seemed to enjoy the feeling. She rotated her hips to meet his tongue. He never figured out he could get a blow job if he turned around. Finally Sara started to pant and she seemed to have a small orgasm. "Cliff, you have done a good job. To reward you, you may fuck her. Start right now while she is finishing her orgasm." He pushed his cock into her. That was very well received. She started to buck against him an make noise. She was having a second larger orgasm. "Cliff, you may ejaculate." "I can't, I am not ready." "Cliff, do you feel her cunt on your penis?" "Yes." "You are ready. You will ejaculate, now." When I said that he started to jerk into her. He did it for several seconds. Then he collapsed on top of her. "Cliff, stand up and lick your wife's cunt. Concentrate on her clit." He got up and went over to Jane who was still standing in a trance. He knelt in front of her and licked her clit. "Jane you will remain in my complete control but, you will wake up." She rotated her hips against Cliff's tongue. She clearly liked it. Cliff liked for about five minutes. Jane was finally getting in the mood. "Jane, lay on the floor with your knees up. Cliff, now I want you to suck her nipples." He started doing that and Jane started to moan. Cliff was still flaccid. "Walter, are you hard again?" "Yes." "Go stick it in Jane, until she cums. Cliff, suck her breasts from the top so Walter can get to her cunt. Cliff turned around and continued sucking Jane's breasts. Walter put her legs over his shoulders and started to pump. Jane started to scream. I'm cuming, I'm cuming." Cliff continued sucking her breasts and Walter finished her off. He did not cum. Walter pulled out when she went limp. He still was stiff. "Walter you can finish with Sara." Walter went over to Sara and started with her in the missionary position. They both seemed to be enjoying it. I was getting a raging erection that needed tending. Whitney was still standing there and I knew she wanted me. I wanted her mother. "Whitney, you go to bed. Wake me at six tomorrow morning and I will deflower you." "Cliff and Jane you now know what to do. If you have any more problems call me. You won't need to. Your sex will be much better now. Cliff you will do at least ten minutes on Jane's breasts and cunt and Jane you will trust Cliff to be gentle and you both will cum. You both will always go into a very deep trance whenever I tell you. Now get dressed and go home. You will not remember the specifics of what happened here. It will be a dream that fades. Sara, you will also not remember the specifics of what happened here, but you will remember that you enjoyed being with Walter and you will go into a deep trance whenever I tell you to. You will now get dressed and Walter will take you home. Walter, you will never discuss anything that happens in this house that involves me. Get dressed and take Sara home." I made love with Felicia at night and dreamed about Whitney in the morning. * * * * * If you liked this story, vote. Fives are preferred. Boarding Boarding School Allison was sitting in front of the vanity that she'd grown to love despite the prison of a school that she'd been forced to go away to. So what if it was coed and she could talk to guys, if you got caught standing within a foot of each other you got in so much trouble you couldn't even breath without permission for two weeks. She was eighteen years old and all because of her stupid new step mother she wasn't even able to date. She drug a brush through her hair then threw it down, leaving the unruly fire red curls the way they were. "Hey, you." Allison jumped up and pulled her robe closed looking up at the window where a guy had climbed up the trellis and was trying to get in. "Yea, you, sweetheart, come open the window for me." She came over to a window and arched a brow. "You want me to open this window?" "Please baby, my friend is being kicked out and he wanted me to get a message to his girl." He stuck out his bottom lip and mimicked a tear going down his cheek with his finger. Allison opened the window but made him wait. "Just so you know that is the lamest excuse I've ever heard and you're welcome." He gave a kiss on the cheek after climbing through the window. "I know, but you're such a doll for letting me get away with it." "Just go do what you're going to do so I can get to bed." He flashed a grin her way, a lock of his long black hair falling from his ponytail into his face and he quickly moved to her door. "I'll be back in just a minute." She rolled her eyes and he darted out the door. Allison new she was a fool for letting him in, even before the screech of the girls in the dorm, but she didn't care, she didn't have any friends here as it was. She didn't need to be friends with a bunch of stuck up boarding school bitches. She slid her robe off her shoulders, exposing the thin white tank top and black panties that she wore underneath and turned out the light before climbing into bed and closing her eyes. It seemed like only a minute after she closed her eyes that her door opened and closed. "Woah, its dark," the guy that she'd let in earlier whispered. "Where are you? I need to hide." Allison grunted and got up out of bed, tugging her bed a little away from the wall. "Get in the bed and fit as much of yourself down the side as you can, don't ask questions just do it." The guy blindly crawled across her sheets and wedged himself between her bed and the wall. As soon as he was in there Allison put her pillows and blanket over him and lay almost on top of him by the wall, pretending to be asleep. About three minutes later her door swung open again and the head mistress came in, full robe and bunny slippers. "Have you seen a boy?" Head mistress Helga Schmitt asked flicking on the light. "Fuck," Allison groan covering her eyes and not bothering to move. "No! I was sleeping, thanks." The head mistress ignored her and opened her closet, looking through it then looked under her bed, satisfied that she found nothing. "Go back to sleep, I can assure you that everything is in order." "What a relief," Allison mumbled as the head mistress left her room and shut the door behind her. "Can I come out now?" The guy mumbled from underneath her pillows. Allison moved one of the pillows, still laying on him and grinned. "What do I get for letting you in and rescuing you from the dreaded head mistress?" He easily pushed her off and pulled himself out of the small space he'd been wedged. "Oh doll face, I can give you a lot, it just depends on what you want," he said climbing on top of her and leaning close. "You think you're hot shit, don't you?" Allison asked feeling her pulse quicken. He shifted a knee between her legs, easily making space for his hips. "What exactly are you wearing?" He asked with laughter in his voice as he trailed his hands over her bare legs. "Stop it!" She almost shrieked pulling his hands away and causing him to lose his balance. "Calm down baby, you'll get it soon enough," he laughed grinding against her. Allison half moaned before she tried to push him off. "Hey I saved your ass, now get off and get out." "If you insist," he groaned reaching up under her tank top and grabbing her tits with one hand while his other hand unbuttoned his jeans and pulled out his cock. "What are you doing?" She whispered with a gasp as she caught sight of his massive cock in the moonlight. "Wait, wait! You can't do that!" "I'll be gentle," he whispered kissing her neck. "I promise." He slowly kissed from her neck to her mouth quieting her and getting her mind off what he was doing. She had been trying to push him off of her when his kiss made her mind go to mush. It had been at least six months since she'd been on a date and now this guy was driving her crazy and she didn't even know his name. "Baby, it might hurt a little," he whispered in her ear just before nipping at the lobe. Allison realized with a start that he'd pushed her underwear to the side and had his inhumanly huge cock pushed up against her cunt. "No! No, wait, I don't even know your name," she whispered frantically. "It's James," he said on a grunt and he pushed his dick up inside of her. Before she could cry out James' hand was over her mouth and her back arched up off the bed as he began to push himself in and out of her, going deeper each time he pushed back in, her virginity completely obliterated by his gigantic cock. "Fuck, baby, are you a virgin?" He asked through quick breaths without stopping. "Uh, uh huh," she moaned reaching back and gripping the wrought iron headboard. "Oh god, that explains why it's so fuckin' tight," he groaned pushing in deep. "What's your name?" He whispered by her ear, licking her neck. "A-Allison," she whimpered, squirming around as the throbbing head of his dick pushed up against the back of her cunt. "Shit Allison, I think I'm gonna cum," he groaned suddenly fucking her hard and deep. "No wait!" Allison gasped, feeling his dick jerk as he forced it in deep. "Oh fuck!" He groaned holding her to him and unloading three days worth of pent up cum into her virgin snatch. "No! No!" Allison whimpered as he lay panting on top of her. "Mmm, I'm sorry baby, I'll come back some time and make it up to you." He pulled out of her and wiped his dick off on her sheets before putting it away and rushing to the open window as he zipped his pants. Allison just laid there long after he left the way he had come in and wondered just what in the hell she was going to do . . . Boarding School Yes, the main character, and all other consequential characters, are of legal age and older. * "Are you serious about this?" I asked Boss as I paced through his room, my footfalls heavy with my anxiety. He watched me with those dark blue eyes of his, partially hidden behind the fall of his dark blond bangs. Boss was perpetually in need of a trim, but I never minded that. The shadows in the room always played lovingly across his masculine features, the curtain of his hair casting even deeper shadows over his eyes, giving him that rugged, bad-boy look. And Boss was always good at living up to that image. But no matter how wet my panties got from his watching me, it couldn't pull my mind away from what he expected me to do. "How could you do this? Especially some place like that." "Look, War," Boss started, voice deep and calm, "we need one of our own inside that place and you're the only one who—" "Is this because I slipped up on that last fucking mission? You're throwing me to the wolves!" He kept his level gaze on me, so blasé, so unfazed. There were reasons why he was in charge and I wasn't. I could never fully pull off that cloyed facade in the face of a tempest. "As I was saying, you're the only one who can blend in with them." And then he stepped toward me, his movements like a stalking beast, such contained power in that swaggering stride. His six-and-a-half towered over my five-four and as he brought his hand up to cup my cheek, his palm nearly engulfed the whole side of my face. I traced my top lip with the tip of my tongue. "Oh," was all I could think to say at that point. When he eyed my lips like that, it pushed a lot of my thoughts out of my head and all I could think of was his lips on mine, his lips on my breasts, his lips between my legs. Mine between his. He began lowering his face to mine, as he spoke his breath feathered across my lips. "You will do this mission to the best of your abilities, War." I hummed an agreement and he leaned closer. "And you will do anything it takes to get through it." Another humming agreement, another inch closer. "And you will do it with the help of Nathaniel as the SEMI." I hummed— I stopped him. "Wait, what?" I pushed at his shoulders, shoving him from me. My extra strength was the only reason he gave way. "What do you mean Nathaniel is the SEMI?" There was a small twitch at the corner of his luscious lips, as though Boss were laughing at me. "We needed to do recon and he was already in position. The only thing now is that he can't get any closer to the target without risk of exposure, or in the least, physical threat. It wouldn't do to have your only possible backup working at less than peak performance." SEMI was an acronym for Sanctioned Enemy Movement Informant. They were our versions of moles. The only thing was that the prey we hunted could tell with less than a glance if someone was one of their kind or not. Unlike the CIA who can scruff up an agent and send him in to the lion's den, if we tried sending in one of Boss's men, they would get eaten by the lion, literally. Then again, it is a tough job trying to spy on Vampires. In order to not lose a SEMI beneath a pair of fangs, your SEMI needed to have a pair of their own. And finding a Vampire willing to spy for Hunters is difficult, bordering on impossible. So why would this Nathaniel be a SEMI? Because his only real family left, his cousin, was a Huntress named Serenity. Despite having not seen her in over a decade, he would do just about anything for her. And Boss had a knack for praying off of others' weaknesses to get what he wanted. As he did with me and his lean-too-close move just now. I clearly have a weakness for sex. Not my fault, mind you. It's just my nature. Back to the issue at hand. Boss needed a certain school to be entered into with caution and his gut told him he was on a time limit. "I need you to get close to the target. Your objective is both distraction and information gathering. Boss, whose real name was Mike, had his fit butt braced casually against the edge of his desk as he faced me. He turned at the waist and leaned back to grab a folder off the other side of the massive ornate desk, his molded-to-perfection shirt showing off every dip and ripple of muscle in his torso. A small sigh of appreciation slipped from my lips. When he faced me again, he held out the folder and I took it. Inside was picture of a grown teen paper-clipped to the pages of information on him. He was Asian in orientation, translucent pearly skin flawless. His features were liked marble carved to perfection. No doubt he was a Born Vampire. Only Born Vampires had that sort of unearthly beauty to them. Turned Vampires—those made from humans—tended to look more pasty, almost with an undertone of gray, and they were never flawless. Mostly, Turned Vampires were used as grunts, slaves to the Purebreeds—Born Vampires of the highest aristocracy. By the arrogance of the boy's eyes, the slightest sneering lift of his upper lip, I would say the picture I was looking at was a Purebreed. He was of average height—Asians did tend to be smaller scales, even Vampires. His body was fit, muscles lean and wiry. His hair was a deep black, like it's been swallowing shadows since the day he was born. Everything about him was a panty-dropper, but it was his eyes that were most alluring. Large and dark, nearly as black as his hair, the corners pinched in a slight tilt. Japanese eyes. "That's the target," Boss said, his voice a deep rumble. "Kiba Shinjo. Do what you can to get close to him and find out what he's up to. The SEMI will assist in any way possible, so long as it doesn't endanger his position." I closed the folder and nodded. My thoughts were so stuck on our SEMI, Nathaniel, that I didn't realize Boss was so close until his hands slipped around my waist, gripping my butt in a tight squeeze as he pulled me against him. His dick was hard and pushed against my belly deliciously. A low moan escaped my throat. "You're going to be careful, aren't you, War?" He bent at the shoulders, bringing his face down to nuzzle the sensitive skin between my neck and shoulder. I gave him another moan and nodded. I would do anything if he would keep that up. His tongue peeked out and tickled up to my jaw. I tilted my head back to give him better access. "You'll be a good girl, won't you." His words were less a request and more a demand. One hand slipped up and around to grope my breast, tweaking my nipple through the thin cotton of my T-shirt. I gave him what he wanted, another moan and nod. His lips brushed up my jaw and closed in to mine. "Good girl." And he took possession of my lips, bruising in his force, his tongue slipping into my mouth and demanding my taste. My head spun under his assault that I didn't know I was moving until my back was on his desk, his papers scattered on the floor and his hips forcing their way between my legs. I opened myself to him eagerly. My pleated skirt gave room for his body and he slipped a hand down to my core, rubbing my pussy through the cotton of my thong. I wasn't much for satin and lace; I loved the softness of cotton, especially the kind that had been through the washer hundreds of times and was as soft as a chick's down. Cotton also gave way better than lace so I could feel the callousness of his fingers as he flicked them over my clit. I cried out as I rocked my hips against his hand, fingers digging into his shoulders as he moved his lips from mine to my neck, my chest, my breast. His other hand came up and shoved my shirt to my throat, exposing my naked breasts. Unless I had to fight, I never wore a bra. And by the growl vibrating in his throat, Boss enjoyed that about me very much. His lips latched on to one rosy nipple and I cried out again, feeling each lash of his tongue against the sensitive peak. Boss was a breast man and he spent a lot of time lavishing my nipples, sensitizing them further, bringing me to the point that one small brush of lips was nearly painful against the swollen buds. And the whole time he sucked at me, his fingers worked my pussy, making my juices flow. With a grunt he tore himself away from my breast and moved back. I cried out an objection, but then his hands hooked into the band of my thong and pulled them down my legs violently. Then his hands were at his own waist, unsnapping his jeans, yanking down the fly and releasing his cock. It was hard as stone, the engorged head purple with need, the veins pulsing in time to his raging heart. And I could feel his heartbeat within my own chest, could hear the ebb and flow of each pump. I opened my legs for him, braced my heels on the edge of his desk, and watched him as he came over me, shoving himself half way in with one powerful stroke, hitting to the hilt on the second stroke. Boss was not a small man in any way. Of all the men I've fucked, he was the most endowed, and the most vigorous. Boss fucked me with abandoned, each heavy stroke painful as it not only bumped my cervix, but battered it. I grunted in my pain, arching my back as it caused sharp jolts centering in my lower back. And I loved every second of it. He was sweating now, salty drops snaking down his temple, cascading down his back, across his chest. His dark blue eyes were indigo, shining in his heat, his passion. Boss liked rough sex, he liked pounding into a female with all his brutal strength. He liked things primal and hard. And I was the only one he could release that need into, unless he went looking for a submissive in a BDSM club. Boss had tried dating the good little women around town, but when it came to sex, he came out wanting, needing more. He'd hurt a few in the midst of passion and was sorry for it, but he couldn't change his nature with any of them. He didn't have to change that nature with me. He could be as rough as he wanted to be. He could slam his cock full-tilt into me and I could take it. He could set his teeth into my shoulder and leave a mark that would scar and bruise a normal female for weeks on end and I could deal. And as he grabbed a fistful of my hair and jerked my head back, the sharp angle playing hell on my spine, the only thing I could think of was More. I loved the feel of it, loved him in his brutality, his passion, his primal existence. This was the man that, when you stripped him of his control and his polite human etiquette, was the truest form of Mike. Mike came with a roar that would have had a Lycan thinking he was one of them if their noses didn't know better. Then one last shove brought our hips tight together, the head of his massive cock shoving through the opening of my cervix and releasing his seed straight into my womb. It was good that my father had me on a certain mixture of chemicals that kept me from breeding for the time being. After we were through and had his desk in order, Mike fixed up his trousers and we faced each other again. Sex and work was easy to separate because we didn't love each other. We simply blew off steam or satisfied our bodies on each other in order to get back to work. Or, in Mike's case, used his sensual wiles to get what he wanted out of me; like me agreeing to do something for him could have a potentially lethal backfire. "Kiba Shinjo originates from Okinawa, Japan. Parents are Kouru and Aoi Shinjo," Boss started. "There's not much information we received: Nathaniel is more of a science expert than a computer guru. But his location requires files on each attendant. Files which remain confidential to only a selected few of the Boarding Committee. I need you to send what you can back to me. I'll decide on how to go about it from there." He sat in his leather chair behind his ebony desk and stared at me with those cold, hard eyes of his. "As soon as you're in, Nathaniel will be more free to move about. He'll be our middleman. If I have something for you, Nathaniel will be the messenger. And the same with you for me. I don't want anything left out." I nodded, absorbing his words and the feel of the timber of his voice. The vibrations of his deep voice hit a cord in my body and had my thong flooded with more than just his semen running out of me. But there would be time later for another romp in the office. For now I needed to head into a school with a lot of hormonal teen Vampires prowling the halls and help out one hormonal teen Vampire in particular with no more defense than my own two hands. Then again, I'm sure Nathaniel would be at my side should I ever crook a finger. Why? Because he would do anything for his cousin Serenity. As Boss had already displayed. I am a Huntress and my name is Serenity "War" Raith-Tepes. I am one of the only family Nathaniel has left in the world and Boss has used that to his advantage. People really suck, you know. And I don't just mean Vampires. After a few more short minutes of mission briefing and a short plane ride, I was in a limo and on my way to the location of the mission's target. My name is Serenity, but only a handful of people know me by that name. To everyone else in the Vampire and Hunter communities, I'm known as War. I was born in the heart of Transylvania and travel the world due to my job, mainly taking up residence in parts of America—which is where Mike is stationed. I've known Mike all my life, though I've only worked under him for a couple of years; much to the protests of other Hunters. (They're not too keen on the idea of my kind working for theirs.) Mike used to be the agent at the center of infiltration missions, back in the day where that meant get in, set the bomb, get out, set it off. Now that he's boss, he's made a few changes, and though those changes have brought the Hunters a Hell of a lot farther along than they used to be, those who still believe in the old-school logic of human good, Vampire staked, like to bitch and moan about Vampires being used on their side. Their complaints were noted and ignored. Mike, Boss, was no man to fool with. He was smart, poised, calm, and decisive; the epitome of intellectual hunters. His instincts were always spot on and his word was law. Even at the age of 43 he was in the peak of fighting condition; fit body, fast reflexes, sharp mind. He was the head of the Hunters in his area of America, taking up three and a half States for his local jurisdiction and even further of that for investigating jurisdiction. He was a god among Hunters and wherever he pointed, I went. He was my boss, which meant I always had to do as he says. Which I sometimes don't, but only if my way would get the job done better. After all, I know the inner workings of Vampires a lot more intimately than he did. Normally when it came time for him to pass out assignments, I'd take my with grumbling reluctance and do as I should. After all, usually undercover work for me meant going in as one of the participants of an underground fight ring, or as a private dancer for some hot-shot Vamp that needed assassinating. That wasn't the case this time. And my reasons for arguing back on this particular mission were clearly justifiable: One, the place I was being sent to was a private school, which meant strict uniform dress codes. Two, this was an all male boarding school. And three, this was an all male Vampire boarding school. The reason Boss would put me in such a place is because, as he said earlier, I'm the only one that can blend in with them. And just so you know, male parts have nothing to do with it—I'm strictly female. It's an entirely different protruding part of my anatomy that volunteered me for entering a Vampire school. My fangs. All Hunters, save one, are humans. I'm that saved one. I'm a Vampire, or at least half of me is. But despite the non-Vampire blood in me, other Vamps tend to read me as a Purebreed. That's because the Vampire blood running through my veins is from the purest source of their—our—existence. But that comes later. The school, St. Crimson Academy, was established around 40 years ago, and since then it has been under the hidden eyes of the Hunters in its area, which just so happens to be just on the outskirts of Mike's jurisdiction. And Mike, being the head of the Hunting Cell, with the largest success rate in middle America, was put in charge of surveying St. Crimson and throwing together and executing any operations required on the academy. From the outside, the school looks just like any other rich-bred, over-the-top private school around. Everything about it screams normal, that is, if you're of the millionaire-and-up variety. Hell, even the classes were docked with normal learning sessions and basic agendas. That was, until Boss was informed around a month ago about some suspicious activity revving up with the arrival of a certain new student; Kiba Shinjo—my target. According to Boss, after the report was submitted, he sent out feelers for any possible SEMI who could get in to that very guarded school. Only one took root; Nathaniel. The only problem now is that Nathaniel, despite being a Born Vampire and having a Purebreed as a father, is nothing more than a Born Vampire with muddy veins to the aristocracy world. And because of that particular social rug burn, he's unable to get closer to the Vampire in question. And even if it would get him closer to our goal, Nathaniel would rather take a Holy Water bath than forsake his mother's blood. Not that he's the only one who feels that way, so I have no reason to be bitchy about that. A little info on Nathaniel: Nathaniel Jacobs was born to my uncle's mistress, a servant who washed bed linens for her Masters and Mistresses. Since his birth Nathaniel was treated as less than trash and thought of just as fondly by the Elders of our kind. Mostly because his father was mated to a particular female Purebreed chosen by the collective Elders. It was basic tradition, and mistresses were common within such couplings, but it was the first time that a mistress was chosen from among such lowly a group as the slave class. It didn't help either that his father's mate was one of the Elder's daughters. For her replacement lover to be from the bottom of the heap was not only an insult to her, but a dishonor to her entire Clan. Not that Uncle Vaughn cared much. He was in love with Michelle Jacobs. His mating to Karisma la Pree was a formality, one that he treated with a polite distance. Despite his admirable respect for his unwanted mate, Uncle Vaughn's indiscretion and the result of it was still treated as a parasite. One that was taken care of the moment Uncle Vaughn died defending his lover. The moment Nathaniel no longer had any direct ties to the purity of the Clan, he and his mother were fallen upon like wounded antelope. The only thing that saved them from beheading was my father. So instead of giving their lives, the two were banned from Europe and sent away with nothing more than the clothes on their backs. Not that that kept me from sending them a little something once they found a place to settle down. And apparently Michelle had kept what I sent her in a savings account, building it up for payment on her son's education. That was how Nathaniel had managed to get in to such a school as St. Crimson. I should have known. Left to his own devices, Nathaniel would have chosen to leave school entirely and work his hands to the bone simply to support his mother, who he hated to see work. But all of that was his reason as to why he couldn't get any closer to Shinjo. I, on the other hand, would have no such obstacle. In fact, my bloodline guaranteed me a spot in an academy solely for male students. Though there are very few left who knew of my mother—an even smaller number than of those who know my first name—the lineage of my father overrode any speculation of my heritage. After all, it's hard to look past the fact that my father is the first Vampire, the source of all of their bloodlines. Original name forgotten to the world, he simply goes by Vladimir Dracula Tepes now. But he's simply Father to me. Boarding School I sat in the limo, out front of St. Crimson Academy. I thought about my plan of action as I stared down at the picture of Kiba Shinjo. Vampires were sexual creatures by nature so there was no doubt in my mind I could slip into his posse by letting him slip between my legs. I would even enjoy it. But like any other form of spy-ship, it was the danger of being off guard while being in bed. I would also need to find time to be with Nathaniel, not only for the mission but for simply being with him. I hadn't seen him in so long that I don't even know what he looks like now. The closest I've been with him was a little mutual faceless sex dreaming. Closing my eyes I could imagine those too-few times we'd shared our dreams. He would sneak in, shadows over his body—or a blindfold over my eyes, I never knew which. All I could ever do was feel him, touching me, seducing me, whispering to me in husky drones that never had actual words but I could still feel him say the words. I've woken up in the middle of orgasm those few times, my scent bringing my father to me to calm me down, to ease my body from the spasms and tautness. Licking my lips, I opened my eyes and pulled out my lighter, gaze riveted to the dance of flame as it engulfed the picture in my hand. I burned the conspiratory evidence, fascinated with the way a flame can exist without substance. You can feel air with it's thick and heavy, but without the pain of searing heat, fire has no feel to it. It's just...there. Dancing along, eating up things. But all that didn't matter. What mattered was the content of the burning file, which I had committed to memory before ashing it. Shinjo's personality suggested that he was a man used to taking what he wanted, even if he could have gotten it just as easily with a simple please. He was an aggression junkie, loved to throw his power around. Which in turn suggested he loved to gain power. Nipping the problem in the bud was the best way to keep coup d' tats from happening. As the ash fluttered out the window on the cool night's breeze, I smiled to myself. This was going to be fun.